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underfaller · 6 months

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Chapter 14: ν

Pairing: dottore x angel!reader Summary: You are a Heavenly Messenger from Celestia that’s been captured by a mysterious Doctor CW: None Word count: 3.7k

"Now the moment of truth. Are you ready, my dear?"

"Of course. Let's experiment in blasphemy, Doctor."

Dottore chuckles at your utterance of his own words, a sly grin crawling on his face. You watch closely as he prepares for such a momentous experiment, your wings twitching with anticipation against your back. Even if your head still aches and your left eye remains blind, you wouldn't have missed this for all of Teyvat--not after all the work you and the Doctor have done.

And how eager you are to start. You’re just as excited as he is. That morbid curiosity and desire to spite the divine took hold of your thoughts before you even knew it had.

Yes, you are truly his assistant now.

You observe Dottore set down a multitude of instruments on the table in front of him including a couple of empty vials and a clean syringe.

“What are you doing?” You ask, leaning against the cool, metal table.

“Taking a blood sample," Dottore explains. He reaches for a thin rubber band, wrapping it around his upper arm and using his sharp teeth to tighten it. "Naturally, a clone of mine needs my own DNA.”

You nod before approaching the Doctor. Dottore cocks his head slightly at you. He's wearing his mask today. You're slightly relieved. After all, such a barrier made it hard to read his emotions and as you place a hand on his arm, you can’t help but feel your cheeks grow slightly pink as you say,

“Let me help.”

You quietly readjust the band he so haphazardly tied around himself. He wouldn’t have let you anywhere near him before, but now, he seems grateful for the aid. You raise an eyebrow watching as Dottore sips from a very stained coffee mug.

“You shouldn’t be drinking that now. It will spoil the samples."

Dottore snorts.

"Hmph... caffeine would only affect a trial if I were testing the samples, not for something like this," He states, shortly. "Also how do you even know that, let alone how to do this?"

Dottore turns to frown slightly at you, but there's a hint of amusement in his voice. You give the Doctor a half shrug.

"You've done it a number of times to me before. It's not like I'm completely oblivious," You tell him. You feel a small grin forming on your face as you add, "Also, I read your other experiment journals when I get bored."

"I don't remember giving you permission to read those."

"You did, actually. I just waited until you're hyper focused on your work to ask so you'll say yes without thinking."

"How sly."

You can imagine him narrowing his beady, crimson eyes at you as he always did after the familiar sigh of exasperation he gives. But you know he isn't truly upset. He’d say something if he was-- the Doctor, despite all his secrets, isn’t one to hide his anger. You delicately grab the syringe on the table, the sharp silver tip hovers over the Doctor's exposed skin.

"Now hush and hold still."

You prick him with ease. It’s much easier to stop yourself from shying away from the needle when you aren’t on the receiving end. Almost instantly, scarlet blood oozes from the tapped vein through the attached tube into the vial on the desk. The lab is quiet as you focus on your work before Dottore lets out a small chuckle.

"It's almost unbelievable you're able to execute a task so adequately simply by watching others and reading a few notes,” He muses.

"I am a quick learner.”

When you're finished, you gently take out the needle, bandaging the area tightly so the pressure stops the bleeding. It's surprisingly clean for your first time.

"There. Ha. Ironic it's me poking you this time, huh?"

"Indeed."

Dottore reaches for the now full vials. On the table is a vial of your own blood, intertwined with two realms' energies and collected soon after that previous brutal trial you endured. You don’t like looking at your own blood but you cannot avert your eyes as he carefully fuses it with his own. The two liquids commingle seamlessly until it is impossible to separate them, let alone tell them apart. Perhaps it is the Archon Residue or the Abyssal energy, but when he is finished, the final product is an electric blue, swimming and sparkling against its containment.

It's almost beautiful in a morbid way.

You watch Dottore inject the lifeless doll on the vivisection table with the mixture. Almost instantly, the once still vessel shifts from a blank slate to one that looks exactly like Dottore. On its neck, is a small 4-pointed star on the injection site. You tentatively reach out with a trembling hand and feel the clone's wrist. A pulse. Its chest rises and falls slowly under the thin sheet that covers most of its body. You look at Dottore with wide eyes.

"You...we... did it."

Dottore lifts up his mask, turning to you with a toothy grin.

"Of course we did, little birdie."

"Falling asleep while studying? How quaint."

You jolt awake, sitting up as your heart jumps into your chest upon hearing a sudden voice. You turn to the door only to see the newest face in the lab: Omega. You immediately recognize the doppelganger from the small vial that dangles casually from his ear as he approaches you. You were the one to give it to him at your first introduction, filled with the iridescent, blue liquid that runs through his very veins.

“A book on poisons? I didn’t think you’d be interested in such things,” Omega muses.

Despite his humorous words, Omega doesn’t sound too pleased to see you in the lab. You ignore the slight edge in his voice and the hard gaze that bores into you. His disapproval doesn't bother you. You pursue your lips tightly.

After all, the feeling is mutual.

“Who are you trying to murder, hm?” Omega jokes, setting down a box of supplies he just obtained in a nearby closet and spreading his arms across the desk you were using, leaning forward to smirk at you. He grabs the book from under you, turning its pages, but certainly not reading any of their contents. Even his mannerisms are uncannily identical.

The perfect experiment.

The perfect clone.

You narrow your eyes.

“It shall be you if you don’t stop with these needless questions, Omega.”

“How cold.”

You sigh and lean back in your chair. The fogginess of sleep still plagues your mind-- you'd be lying if you said that your sleep has been anywhere near adequate lately. But with what you were researching, you did not need sleep. You rub your eyes, yawning as you peer at Omega.

“Where is he, by the way? The Doctor?”

Omega closes your book, tossing it back onto the table.

“Downstairs. Prime continues to work ever so diligently on mastering Khemia and the nuances of my makeup.”

Prime. That’s what he calls the Doctor.

“And continue to have you check up on me like a child,” You mutter.

Your complaints are a bit too loud and he clicks his tongue in response.

“You seem discontented despite this being the most expected outcome,” Omega raises an eyebrow. “You of all people must know Prime puts work above all other matters in his busy life.”

“Tch.”

Despite his reprimands, Omega puts a hand on your shoulder with a sweet, sympathetic smile.

How odd.

They are the same, but this “Dottore” was right-handed as opposed to the one you knew.

The one you preferred.

“How sweet. Do you miss him that much? I will be sure to tell Prime.”

“Don’t you dare,” You glare at him. “You’ve meddled in my business enough.”

He chuckles.

“Though with that look you’re giving me, perhaps it is wiser to mind my own.”

Despite the obvious success in Omega’s creation, there’s an unsettlingly still coldness that followed the synthetic lifeform. He is never unkind to you. On the contrary, he treats you with the utmost respect and- in some cases- even softer than the Doctor himself. But though Omega looks and sounds human, there is something eerily unnatural about him. Perhaps it is because you saw him come to life-- you know this man was nothing more than a breathing puppet.

No, it’s something else, something unnerving that makes you wary of this individual like you were of the Doctor when you first arrived here-- As if this doll come to life is somehow a threat to an immortal being such as yourself.

Or perhaps you are merely jealous of him.

Jealousy is such a childish emotion.

Still, you can’t help but feel its tendrils seep into your veins each time you see Omega instead of the real Doctor. You rarely see Dottore nowadays. He holes himself up downstairs, working closely with Omega as his assistant. You offered to help multiple times, but your condition worsened so he confines you to the same floor as your room. He tells you to rest, but your mind is the most unrestful thing in this room. Still, you obey as you always did and let your emotional and perhaps irrational thoughts run wild in the silence. Not even your books can silence what you feel.

The fear of being replaced.

"Do you dislike me?"

Your eye flickers with surprise at the sudden question.

"What?"

"I know you heard the question, darling."

You are quiet for a moment. You look back at Omega. And for a slight, fleeting moment, you wish that experiment had failed. At first, you wish to tell him that. To show your heart on your sleeve, to let your anger run wild.

But you don’t.

"No."

Omega openly laughs at that.

What a familiar yet foreign laugh.

"You are a terrible liar. I see the ways your eye skirts when it lands upon me. The way you quickly excuse yourself when I enter a room. Does my existence bother you so much?"

You scowl at him before quietly standing up. Dizziness clouds your head when you do-- just another damn effect from this unbudging ailment. You fold your arms, gazing upon your adversary with an annoyed expression.

"You're quite talkative today." You say bluntly before waving a hand dismissively. "Perhaps it is uncanny to have another here so much like the Doctor."

Omega cocks his head.

"But you hold him in such high regard. Wouldn't such a similarity be welcomed?"

You shake your head.

“You are too similar. Like you could replace him and not even I would never notice. The uncanniness of it all, the oddness of having two of the same individuals in such proximity-- it is unnerving.”

Omega ponders your words for a moment before shaking his head.

“How interesting,” He remarks before giving you a slight grin. “But a baseless deduction founded upon anxiety. Don't you worry your little head about such things. After all, you’re supposed to be resting.”

With that, Omega ruffles your hair playfully as the Doctor did so often before picking up the box he'd set down and exiting without another word.

And as you continue to sit in the now empty lab, you realize you really did wish it was the Doctor instead of him who'd done so.

"That took quite a bit."

Dottore says as he continues to work. He doesn’t even turn to face Omega, still invested in the various samples and tools laid before him.

"Your assistant was quite chatty,” Omega replies as he sets down a box with a low thump. “It's a wonder you've managed to finish any work with her around."

“Oh? Is she finally warming up to you?”

Omega snorts.

“Wishful thinking. She sees me as her warden more than anything.”

“Well, she must understand it is for her own good. I can’t have her around such chemicals in her state.”

“True, but her emotional immaturity makes her quite childish,” Omega states, crossing his arms as he leans against the table. “She obviously misses you.”

Dottore frowns at that. Deep down, he does feel slightly guilty for neglecting you. However, he is on the precipice of a new invention. He couldn’t simply stop for your whims. You must have understood that, right?

“Though.. it is also obvious that you miss her ,” Omega laughs humorlessly.

Dottore stiffens at that.

"Huh? What a baseless accusation,” Dottore furrows his brow. After a short pause, he strokes his chin. “Well, I suppose I do miss her utility, yes. She is quite an efficient assistant."

" Uh huh. "

Dottore turns towards Omega with narrowed eyes.

"You're bold. Mocking your own creator like that."

Omega smirks.

"Come now. I know that even you have a sense of humor…And are not one to deny such obvious facts."

Am I always this exasperating?

"Do not overthink such things, Omega. Such childishness holds no weight in my mind." Dottore scoffs before gesturing at what lays in front of him. "Now then, shall we continue working or do I have to sew your mouth shut to keep such idiotic things from leaving it?"

“Fine, fine.”

Dottore picks up the messily scrawled documents on the table, gesturing at them.

"As I saw saying, having multiple copies of myself is efficient but we can improve such a feat even more. If we were to create a hive mind of sorts. Share our thoughts, goals, and progress seamlessly-"

"We would be able to achieve more than any scholar with only one lifetime," Omega interrupts. Slight interest flickers in his eyes.

"Exactly."

"I have to say such a proposition is ambitious and will be arduous even for us,” Omega grins. “And meddling with the laws of our lifetime like that is the work of a heretic is it not?"

"Quite so and you approve."

"I do. After all, I am you."

Dottore gives a chuckle at that. He nods at the large freezer in the back of this secondary laboratory.

“Omega, get the sample 7716 in the freezer now. It should be ready.”

“Yes sir.”

It is certainly odd to have another individual identical to himself work beside him, but despite the grievances and annoyances, Dottore revels in such a creation. A successful experiment is already something that made him madly giddy but for that creation to be another set of hands to help him with his own intellect-- well, Dottore can proudly say that this certainly was his magnum opus.

...However, despite his irritation, Omega had been correct. Dottore did miss you as his assistant.

Because no matter how useful his clone is, you are, in his mind, quite irreplaceable.

“Prime, sir, there is something wrong with these samples. I think you’ll need to take a look,” Omega approaches Dottore with a sullen expression.

Dottore groans. For a moment, he wonders if the freezer is broken once more. He admitted that he hadn't been as meticulous with his laboratory upkeep in the recent months. What a pain it would be for everything stored in there to be ruined by mere neglect.

“Augh, fine I’ll look.”

Dottore reluctantly pauses what he's doing and enters the dark, cold room through the slightly ajar door. His breath materializes as thin, white clouds in front of his face and a shiver runs down his spine. After some time, Dottore finds the samples in a clearly marked box in the back. He raises an eyebrow in mild confusion.

These are perfectly fine…

SLAM!

“What the-"

Dottore whips around only to find the freezer door completely shut. He rushes towards it, only to find that it’s been locked. A silhouette shadows over the foggy window on the metal door. The person on the other side slides the window open, a dull expression on his face and no attempt to unlock the door.

No, no, no this is all wrong.

Dottore narrows his eyes.

“Omega, what the hell are you doing?” He asks, dangerously calm.

Omega peers back at Dottore, an almost lazy expression on his face.

"Oh my…." He drawls. "Are you that slow? Hmph…You really are the lesser of us."

No. Dottore realizes what’s happening, but he doesn’t want to admit it.

He is not one to admit he is wrong so easily.

I would not betray myself when our potential is so much stronger together.

This is utterly illogical.

Dottore clenches his fists. He's trying to keep a calm composure-- to not let this anger get the best of him.

But to be betrayed by even myself…

Dottore sighs, rubbing his face. He gazes at Omega, disdain making his skin crawl for the creation he once held so much pride for.

“Tch, what a pity. You were supposed to be perfect. I did all the calculations…" Dottore says with a shake of his head. He rubs his temples. "I expected more from you. How disappointing.”

It's then that Omega breaks out in a fit of mocking laughter.

“Ha. Hahaha!” Omega runs his fingers through his hair, his grin widening as he stares at Dottore. He lifts his head slightly. Omega leans forward, hands clasped behind his back.

"Expect perfection? Of course you would."

Oh, that sickening grin.

His expression suddenly shifts to a cold frown.

"Fear not, you didn't fail-- I know how that gnaws at your feeble mind," Omega crosses his arms. "Even from my short existence, I know that I am perfect. Yes, our abilities are the same-- but I am so much more than you.”

Dottore can feel the freezing temperatures of the storage room seeping into his bones. He bites back a chatter, not wanting to give Omega the satisfaction. His eyes dart around the dimly lit freezer for something he could use to break out of here and demolish this doppelganger.

Keep him talking while you think of an escape.

“Oh, please do explain,” Dottore retorts through clenched teeth.

“Of course, sir ," Omega grin grows even bigger as he looks down condescendingly at his creator.

Dottore did not like to be looked down upon.

This bastard.

"I have all your memories and yet am able to see them objectively like an attendee of the Fontainian theater," Omega continues. He begins to pace back and forth like a caged wolf as he speaks, gesturing with his gloves hands. His red eyes are sadistically wild as he gloats.

"You're incredibly pathetic,” The clone giggles. “So insecure... It's pitiful. Not to mention your gross attachment to your assistant. Even someone of your quality is so utterly, disappointingly…human.”

How could he be so stupid.

Dottore bares his teeth.

"You are nothing but a puppet, mimicking me without any chance of fully encapsulating my greatness," Dottore snarls, poison lacing each of his words. "As for my ‘attachment’ to Y/N... it's a symbiotic relationship that would be illogical to sever prematurely."

"Hmm…'I suppose, Doctor.'" Omega teases, mimicking your voice. He rolls his eyes. "Ah, there's no need to be upset, Prime. It is understandable why you cling so desperately to her. You humans are so eager for even a sliver of acceptance."

Omega examines his own hand made of flesh, sighing.

"It's a shame that you created me to be just like you. Are you so insecure that a version of you cannot even usurp yourself?"

Omega chuckles at Dottore's face etched with rage. He clicks his tongue, pressing a gloved finger against his cheek.

"See, that is exactly why I am superior. I have all your experiences without their mental toll, especially from your more... negative experiences,” He states. Omega leans closer, a slight smile still playing on his lips.

“But isn’t that what you wanted in the end? How many times have you wished to be able to remove such loathsome traits from yourself?” Omega asks, slightly tilting his head before laughing once more, extending his arms wide in front of him.

“Revel in your success, fellow scholar! I am you without those parts you loathe about yourself-- which is quite a lot! After all, under that conceited, egotistic façade is a sad, simple boy that couldn't even convince his village to keep him. Isn't that right, Zandik?"

How could I be so, so stupid.

“When I get out of here, I am going to break you apart piece by piece," Dottore says quietly.

"Ah. Can't deal with your own shortcomings so you're going to put me down like a dog?" Omega sighs once more. "However, that will be incredibly difficult form your position."

Omega clicks his tongue.

"Ah. You've stalled me long enough. Haven't found a way to escape yet? Pity. Where is that cocky ingenuity of yours?" Omega asks. "Or have you emptied your mind for thoughts of your dear little birdie?"

Dottore watches as Omega's slender fingers reach towards his ear, detaching the dangling vial and putting it on the metal surface besides him. He ruffles his already messy hair, masking the pierced lobe beneath his mint blue locks.

"You will regret this," Dottore chokes out.

Omega simply smiles.

“I doubt that,” Omega says. “Now if you'll excuse me, I must deal with the nuisance upstairs. Oh, can you imagine the look on her face? When she feels her dear Doctor's fingers around that slender neck of hers. But it won't be the first time you've strangled your assistant, hm?"

Do not touch her.

I’ll kill you.

I’ll fucking kill you.

Omega laughs manically. Before Dottore can reply, he sharply pulls the lever. The window snaps shut with a loud clunk, signifying its locking. In the pitch black freezer, Dottore can feel the blood rushing in his ears as he breathes heavily.

I have to escape.

But all he can feel is the crushing feeling of failure that leaves him planted in place.

He'd made yet another mistake. How many more failures would litter this path he walked? Despite all his accolations, all his boastful words, the shadow of all his miscalculations loomed over his mind like the ever present figure of death does for regular mortals. The scholar would never admit he was wrong-- But it still ate him up.

Oh, it devoured him.

So as the Doctor cannibalizes himself, the dagger in his back remains dug into his flesh. He was never one to trust others. Trust is a weakness like kindness and other human follies. He only needs his own mind.

And yet, even that is wrong.

Dottore feels his hands tremble. Is he angry? No, it's so much more. He knows screaming won't help him, but Dottore bottles all his anger and frustrations and places them on a shelf in his mind. How fragile that shelf is and as it collapses, Dottore presses his hands against the rapidly frosting glass, screaming curse after curse.

#fic: dead doves do not mourn #genshin fanfic #dottore #genshin x reader #dottore x fem!reader #il dottore

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restrainedhungr · 3 months

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get to know the mun.

basics.

pen(name) : Arson

pronouns : She/They

zodiac sign : Pisces

taken or single : Poly/Open??? But in a relationship with @neekoshub

three facts.

I play and DM campaigns in DnD, though I've never actually played any of the Forgotten realms. I also play MTG casually

My most hours in a game is Rimworld at 2,141.2 hours

I enjoy playing supports when starting in FPS because it allows me to get a better feel and idea of the battlefield, teammates mentality+positioning before playing DPS

experience.

platforms : I originally started RPing on Deviantart in art-groups. Specifically a Pokemon Gijinka group. I've been RPing since ~2010 I only moved to Tumblr back in ~2015/2016

plotting / winging it / memes : I can do both/all? Generally I like winging it and memes to begin with just so we can jump right in, but I don't mind plotting things out to start. I LOVE coming up with big plots and over arching ideas. I want my blog to have "arcs" and feel like the characters are alive which does require plotting and I'm never against it!

muse preference.

gender : I normally RP female or NB muses, but I do drabble in male muses as well. My favorite non-OC muse is male but I tend to cling to more feminine or female-oriented muses because it's easier as an AFAB demigirl to attach to for me.

multi or single : Ship wise or... muse? Ships im all for multi-ship because why limit myself? But I'm also poly so I tend to also make a lot of my muses poly lol

least favourite faceclaims : I don't...really use face claims? Much? I usually either draw my own icons if I have an OC or have a canon-character I can use icons for

fluff / angst / smut.

fluff : I love fluff. Fluff, soft, slice of life, things to make the characters feel alive. Not everything has to be big bombastic and torturous! I want to have the "normal" every da moments to make the characters feel alive, breathing, and not just "hit this story beat every little thing has to have meaning" . This isn't a TV show, this isn't a time-crunch series, we have all the time in the world to go into these things that shows and series cant!

angst : I'm on and off with angst. I love angst because it develops and challenges characters but I also know too much can feel. dragging. I've, in the past, fallen into the hole of writing too much angst which became a whole. Is this me doing this for the character? Or am I only writing this to hurt myself? It's a whole thing but I'm never against angst as long as there's reason or purpose and it isn't literally everything I'm doing. There needs to be a balance, the angst will be so much better if we can build the characters up first.

smut : I'm extremely insecure about smut. I am terrified to make a fool of myself as I'm sorta on the Ace spectrum? Sort of, I identify with what is called Aegrosexual which is in the ace spectrum but that means everything is fantasy. I don't know how things actually work so I get worried I'm fucking it up and then I look foolish so I tend to stay away from it except under *very* specific circumstances with people I'm comfortable with.

Tagged by: I stole it from the dash <3 Tagging: Steal it from me :Oc

#fresh out of frenzy // ooc

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 2 months

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Updates and Announcements

Wow I haven't done one of these in a while so I think it might be best to do one, right?

First and foremost, welcome to the new followers! I haven't had a chance to welcome you guys in some time. But I appreciate you being here! I hope that whatever it was that helped you to decide that I was worth following continues to happen!

Lets talk about a few things. Remember when I said I was going to move all of my 18+ work over to an after dark page? Well that happened forever ago and I NEVER posted on it again. I made pretty banners and everything for my masterlist and nothing came from it. SO after thinking long and hard about it, I will be deleting that blog altogether and moving everything back over here.

But Dom, what about the Minors that follow you? You see, I thought about it. I thought about just deleting the few fics I have and just moving on, but that feels like a lot like book burning and I'd rather not. So while I can put up several warnings and tag the living crap out of that fic, I can't stop them from ignoring all that.

But to ease my conscious a bit, here are some tags that I'll be using for all things of age. #babies not included #18+ #Dom's trash If you are currently under age, I'd greatly appreciate you adding these to your filters! Thanks!

With that being said, fics like Business or Pleasure and What the Future Holds will be added to the Masterlist here. BoP was simply linked to the afterdark page and thankfully I don't have to repost that. Cause I would absolutely hate to lose all those notes. What the Future Holds will need to be reposted since I'll be deleting the blog it's currently attached to.

I'll be adding a legend to my masterlists. That way it's a little easier to figure out what's what before clicking on them. I used to do this in the very beginning but somehow managed to stop. So that will be starting back up again.

Let's talk fics, next! In case you haven't noticed, some fics have a '-discontinued-' notice right next to it. For the time being, I will NOT be completing those fics. Its not that I don't want to finish them-especially with some close to the end-its just i have no motivation to finish them. Maybe one day I will come back to them. ALSO! SEQUELS! Many requests and comments have been about sequels. Second parts don't always get the same attention as the first. I've been so grateful that Phantom has been getting as much interaction as it has been. But that's because of all of the interactions it had been getting. So what I'm getting at is that I won't be continuing a fic if the interaction is low on it. I'm always happy to make a second part of something, so long as its getting notes. So be sure to interact with your favorites if you want to see it get a second part to it.

Interest Posts will be happening at some point again. I of course want you guys to be enjoying the things I post. I know there has been some notice that I've fully been focusing on Phantom a lot more than anything else. It honestly goes back to the interaction it is getting that is fueling my writing muse for it. So again, be sure to interact with the fics you like.

Remember These Violent Delights? As much as I loved Adriana, she didn't seem to be accepted here on tumblr like I hoped she would and I had eventually taken down that series. So now I wanna give that series another shot as a reader insert. I've been working on it a bit behind the scenes and I hope that this fic will have a better comeback as a reader insert than an OC. Posting dates for that will come soon!

Requests are OPEN! So send in those requests! Incase you need a reminder on who and what I write for, here is a quick list!

Fandoms: The Vampire Diaries Universe Marvel Cinematic Universe

Characters I write for: Elijah Mikaelson * Klaus Mikaelson Kol Mikaelson Damon Salvatore Jackson Kenner Tony Stark Loki Steve Rogers Bucky Barnes* I can write for others if the inspiration is there as well! *Indicates most read/requested fics, along with a larger quantity of fics available to read

I believe that is all I have for now. If you stuck around this long, Thank you so much for doing so and I look forward to interacting more with you guys!

#Updates and Announcements #Dom makes an announcement #Dom gives updates

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jihoonmk · 5 months

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so, this is probably the latest i've ever been with an intro post (a week? i think....) anywho! it's just me, jiwoo's mun here with a 2nd (but not really a new muse, just bring life back to a muse who has actually lived a few times before and i have a special attachment to hehehe). meet kang jihoon, my sweet boy with quite a bit of trauma (which i won't get into here much + will make sure to use tw's as needed!).

he's my black bird manipulation baby who just wants to fit in and feel like he belongs somewhere. he can also do a bit of dream walking, but he's sort of afraid to use his minor ability due to the risks of it (listed on his profile).

anyway, i'll list below a few things to know about him for plotting purposes so if you'd like to plot with this boy here feel free to like this post and i'll slide into your dm's! (i will be getting to jiwoo's stuff tomorrow, i promise i haven't forgotten anyone. it's just been a really hectic week. ;;). of course i also have a discord but that's only available upon request if it's easier for you to plot there! ^^

things to know:

jihoon is from Melbourne, Australia where he previously lived with his mother and father (who was, and still is, completely unaware of this magical world that jihoon is a part of and he would very much like to keep it as a secret from the man for as long as he possibly can).

family death tw: his mother sadly passed away when he was 17 years old, leaving behind only jihoon and his father. her death took a major toll on not only jihoon, but his father as well (taking her death extremely hard to the point where he began to change after).

jihoon isn't exactly close to his father, even more so after everything that happened when it just became the two of them. it's part of the reason why he managed to 'train himself' to be 'invisible' in others' presences and learned to keep to himself when in rooms with other people.

abuse tw/alcohol tw/family death tw: after his mother's death, jihoon's father began drinking uncontrollably. it got so bad to the point that he began drunkenly taking his sorrow/anger out on jihoon, often beating him to make himself 'feel better' while dealing with the death of his wife. jihoon learned over time to just stay still and take the beatings that he received, knowing that if he tried to stop his father, run away, or even begged him to stop then the beatings would only get worse. eventually the man fled Australia and moved to busan in order to evade any of his wife's family, running out of excuses as to why they couldn't check up on jihoon and see how he was managing after his mother's passing.

the day that an elder visited jihoon, thankfully his father was too 'out of it' and passed out on the bedroom floor to even notice any visitors. this day was the one day that gave jihoon the slightest bit of hope of even having some sort of 'happiness' in his life. a life away from the not-so-perfect life that he has at home with his father.

it took quite a bit of convincing to finally get his father to agree and let him leave busan to go to 'seoul', telling the man that he would have a better 'job' opportunity there and that he'd be able to give the man even more money. thus giving jihoon the chance to get away from the man and more or less go into hiding where he could start a new life for himself in jeju.

it's only when jihoon arrives in jeju that he realizes he had never been on his own before, making him even more nervous and aware of his own surroundings. even after starting his studies, he mainly kept to himself and would be known as that one kid in the back of the class. the kid that was always so quiet and didn't have many friends, despite others actually trying to approach him to befriend him.

even now, in his junior year, jihoon has very few friends and mostly keeps to himself. he works in order to feed himself, is one of those students that always turns his work in on time, and can even be found gazing up at the starts most nights while lost in his own thoughts. no one really knows what's going on inside that head of his, and it seems that his only 'friend' is his companion (aside from the few that managed to break through those walls he had previously built up around himself).

#mk:intro #{ let's just pretend that this isn't 100 years late? c: }

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exiledinparadise · 7 months

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[WP] Chaos Magic is the hardest to learn

but the easiest to master. All it requires

is the abject belief that your ritual will

have an effect, despite all evidence to

the contrary, and then it will.

Somewhere at the corner of Mayhem and Pandemonium--and in less abstract terms, 34th Street and 7th Avenue:

"Are you popping pills right now?"

"Mmf, yeah. Libido enhancers. I couldn't find any legit sildenafil without a script."

"Sildena-what?"

"Viagra."

"Artie, if we're doing this, I am not standing next to you while you're pitching a tent."

"Dont roll your eyes at me, Sasha. Considering how we look at the moment, it wouldn't be any weirder if I was sporting wood."

"Tch. Nobody ever wins around you, Artie. Not even you."

"We shall see," he said and closed his eyes, legs folded underneath him. He rubbed the bookmark that he carried with him, an icon of the fabled Ibn Talib employing Chaos Magic in the form of a golden woman. "You're free to assist me," he said.

"With what? A handy?" Sasha scoffed.

"I mean, maybe later, but I meant join me in meditation. Think of something sexual. It's easier to attach belief to something when you're in a state of arousal."

"Attach belief to what, Arthur?" she said, dropping her forehead in her palm.

"To Chaos magic. You know what--never mind. I've pestered you enough. Just give me a minute."

Sasha sat on the sidewalk, observing slacks, chinos, denim, and every sort of synthetic or organic fabric that clothed the legs that galloped across the sidewalk. Every gait, cadence, and sway told a story of urgency, of personality, of distraction in the endless maze of noise. Occasionally, a forearm would emerge from the stampede and almost defiantly drop a dollar in the overturned hat by Sasha, usually from a civilian who was dressed the least expensive and the most casual. It was strange for her to be on the receiving end, so much so that she nearly forgot to say thank you the first few times. She frequently twisted left and right to check her surroundings. Rats had overtaken the city, and the thought of even one climbing on her while she was sitting there made her stomach bubble. Feeling that the longer they stayed there, the less it was a possibilty and more an inevitability that one would jump her, she began to nudge Arthur. "Do we have an ETA on your performance, Houdini?"

"I'm trying. I'm feeling it the same way as last time, but it's just not--"

"Coming?"

Artie opened his eyes. "You're not helping."

"Y'know, I'd like to get a move on before it starts raining again. I'm not swimming through the subways if we have another deluge in this godforsaken city. It'd be a miracle if we get away with just a Staph infection."

"I'm trying. It's there, I can feel it. But I can't draw it out into space-time.

"You know, now that I think about it, the whole concept of Chaos Magic seems a little weird to me." Sasha mused. "Like, all the roots of the word magic go back to priests and sorcerors and wise men--you know, folks who were very educated and the like."

"Right."

"Right. So magic is basically an art, a skill. It's something that operates on rules and laws and order and all that. Chaos is the complete antithesis of that."

Artie's eyes narrowed. "You have a point."

"So, my theory is this: you don't really master Chaos magic. You master a medium through which you control chaos magic. The reason you were able to pull it off the first time was because you had zero expectations, so you let yourself go completely. Hell, the fact that you weren't torn apart by it was probably because as long as you retained some control of your wits, there's a limit as to how much power you can manifest. I mean, it does explain why every ancient icon and manuscript illumination always depicts Chaos Magic in human form, being controlled by a mage."

"I don't see how that explains it." Artie said, looking at his bookmark. "What does the human form of Chaos Magic signify?"

"It doesn't signify anything. It's an actual human. I think in order to wield Chaos Magic reliably, two people have to be present: one to relinquish control and be a medium, and the other to harness the Chaos that flows through them."

Artie straightened up. "Then it's not going to work. You don't know how to summon Chaos from the Aether. And even if you did, I'm not--"

"Yes I do know how to, Artie. I was able to sense it the first time you did it and I can sense it now. You just have to harness it--"

"And what if I can't? I'm not putting you at risk."

"Artie, our way of life is at risk. Our ability to survive is at risk. Our freakin' world is at risk! We have a chance at making a difference for everybody and you're worried about one per-"

Artie stormed off.

"Artie! Dammit...wait Artie! Would...you...stop running away and listen to me! I said stop!"

"Get off me."

"Artie, look at me. Look at me! I trust you. If I didn't believe you could pull it off, I wouldn't have said anything. But for this to work, you have to believe in yourself!"

Artie averted his eyes, turning his face every which way except towards Sasha. "Dammit, woman. Why d'ya gotta put me in these positions?"

Sasha smiled. "Because I know what you're capable of."

Artie sighed. "Yeah well you're expectations might be a lil' too high."

"We shall see." Sasha said.

Artie sat alongside Sasha on the sidewalk, legs folded, taking deep breaths with her synchronously. Instead of relaxing, however, he began to get tense. The overcoat and sweatshirt he bought at the thrift store made him sweat despite the chilly afternoon breeze. His damp feet writhed in his tattered tennis sneakers. He resisted the urge to remove his beanie so as to not disturb Sasha, who was deep in concentration. The disguise felt stifling. His saliva began to taste like copper.

"Artie."

"Yeah."

"Give me a safe word."

"Wha--" Artie could sense the swelling of power rising from within her. "Oh. Oh! J-Juniper! When I say Juniper, get back in control!"

"Okay."

Sasha became resplendent. A fountain of light emerged from her, and all the passersby gasped and covered their eyes.

She did it. She really did it.

Arthur stretched his hands toward her and directed the luminous stream into a bow in the sky. Sasha's form became more transparent, and was taken up into the stream of light. Arthur jumped onto it, and was swept into the current, emerging atop the bow in the sky, like some cosmic rancher riding a luminescent glow worm. He could see the cars on the street below frozen, and the drivers coming out of the cars to get a better look. Others were recording on their smartphones what appeared to be a hobo peforming a light show.

Artie looked up at the buildings that obscured the sky. There were many corporate suites and boardrooms that had wreaked chaos on his world. It was time that he returned the favor.

#writing #writing prompts #fantasy #magic #writing prompt

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My Brothers, Corrupted

Book Five: Final Section

As we draw to a close, the brothers name kittens and look back at where they used to be. Masterlist

Tws for grief, past abuse, and past distress. Tws may not be completely exhaustive - keep in mind the heaviness of the fic and look out for yourself.

Thank you to @lehhoh7822 for taking the time to compile this book! Genuinely, I would never have been able to post all this without you. Everyone who is reading it again is only do so because of your generosity with your time. Thanks.

unpredictably-ghostly asked:

No, I think you might be right, it's about time for us to step back. You guys are moving on from your time with Anti, and we were a part of that, but now things are getting better, you don't really need us anymore. We're all so proud of you for how far you've come, and for all the wonderful things there can be in your futures. You deserve independence and freedom, and if that means we have to start saying goodbye, that's what we can do <3

“I mean, it’s - it’s about us stepping back, not you,” says Marvin tenderly, glancing away. “You were there in Anti’s time, yeah, but not in a bad way. Like the way my brothers were there when Anti was there. Not in a bad way.”

He hears Henrik laughing from the room over. There’s evening light in Marvin’s eyes.

“Has been a long time, hasn’t it?” he muses. “I don’t think it��s occurred to the others so much that maybe it’s a little strange to have you around. Schneep in particular is really attached to having you around. I think ever since he was alone with the magicians in Peru he’s been very attached. But you’ve been something very stable to all of us, through a lot of different phases. I don’t know how to express to you how valuable that’s been.”

He’s maybe shy about it, because he won’t quite look at you.

“Anyway, it’s just a heads up,” he adds. “Just a thought.”

scunneredzombie asked:

Of course you can be on camera less guys! You've done so much healing, we're one of the last pieces of the past, and it makes sense to slowly let us go. Just be sure to update us any time you can, we love seeing you healthy and thriving and healing.

“Yeah, updates,” nods Marvin. “We could do that. Maybe start to move towards interacting more normally. Like updating a friend instead of live-streaming your life for them.”

He chuckles. “There will be less and less worth ‘live-streaming,’ as we move past some of our drama and put ourselves back together more and more. And that, I think, is a good thing.”

Anonymous asked:

We've been a line of truth and sanity for you guys for a long long time now, I understand why Henrik and all of you would be attached to us

“Right,” says Marvin, scraping his fingers over his scalp. “Sometimes the only line of truth and sanity. But at the same time, it’s not exactly healthy to be over-reliant on anonymous strangers talking to us from countries away, no matter how much we appreciate you all. And I don’t want you to feel that you have to watch over us, either. Certainly we couldn’t have gotten here without you, but we are here now, you know? It will have ups and downs, but we’re learning to make our own decisions a little easier. To solve our own problems without needing as much encouragement and help as we used to. That being said… you are a dearly comforting safety net.”

crystalninjaphoenix asked:

It's okay, Marvin. I will admit, I'll be a bit sad, but we can't constantly be there, you know? That'll probably have some sort of effect on you guys. Don't worry about it. We're okay.

Marvin smiles at you, shaking his head.

“I figure for all the worrying you’ve done for us, it’s only fair to worry a little bit in return. I’m glad that Anti’s system remained running even after he died. The thought that we could have just been cut off from you then and there… that would have been fucking hopeless. Sometimes you were the only voices we put any faith in. The only stability we had to cling to.”

It’s uncharacteristically soft. Uncharacteristically needy, in the sense that he hates letting most anyone know he needs them. But you know that by now. You know him.

“Thank you for that,” he says, quiet and firm. “For everything.”

Anonymous asked:

Privacy is something you lot haven't had in years. I think turning us off now and then is alright, you deserve to have times just for yourself. No audience, no cameras, no livestreaming. Just brothers, family, and healing.

“Yep, we’re a little weird like that,” grins Marvin, shaking out his hair again. Just a little bit longer, and he can tie it back. “After the way Anti watched us, having you around without him there was no problem at all. But you’ve never been a burden to us. The lack of privacy, we’ve barely even started recognizing it until now. Change can be scary, but it can also be good.”

The giggling of his nephew and niece draws him from his severity, and he straightens up and smiles like you weren’t talking at all.

“Well, look who it is,” he calls, shaking his head, and ruffles up their hair when they come over to hug him, all full of smiles. “The little devils themselves.”

“Uncle Marvin, are you going to do some magic so Daddy can come see me in Sweden?” asks Hunter, clinging to his pants.

“Of course I am, darling. My friends and I are already working on the mirror so you and Dad can visit each other no problem. Why? Is Mum talking about going home?”

“She said school is going to start,” says Izzy. “So we have to go home on Thursday. But can’t we go to school here?”

“I’m sorry, my dears, but your mother has her work and her life in Sweden now, and it’s better for you to have some stability. But I’m sure Mom and Dad are working out how to have you visit Dad a lot as well. He would even come live closer if he needed to - although I’m hoping I can help work around it.”

He glances out of the side window to see Chase and Stacy deep in conversation on the front porch.

Anonymous asked:

Is something going on Chase?

Marvin tilts his head, looking at Stacy’s face. Chase is turned away from him, but Stacy is looking up at his little brother with big doe eyes.

Marvin cranks the side-window open, just a little.

“You don’t even remember, like, why we split up and all that, and it’s not really fair for me to say one way or the other - ”

“No, I get that, really, Stace, I just - I just want to know where we stand, okay? You’re right, I don’t remember all of it. All my heart knows when I look at you is the way I used to feel, the way we used to be in love, and I just need to know - ”

Marvin closes the window abruptly, blinking.

Anonymous asked:

Marvin, I think you used to have a cat named Queenie? A big fluffy white one! You should ask around and see if anyone has pictures of her, I'm pretty sure the cat collar belonged to her.

Okay, you’re totally correct but quick note: I got too sad to kill Queenie and Athanasius so I used my artistic license and changed their names in this one lol. If you want to refer to them as Queenie and Athanasius that’s no problem, I’ll just have Marvin call them Soup (the female one) and Feichin (the male one), which are the silly names I picked for them in this story. Just so you know!! Either way is fine.

“Aw, a big fluffy cat,” murmurs Marvin, his mouth filling up with a frown. “Poor little things were so ragged on the… you know, on the porch.”

It still makes him sad. He wishes that big fluffy cat were waiting for him now.

Stacy’s pushing in through the door a minute later, and he turns to her with a smile. “Hey,” he says.

She hugs him from the side, which has become their daily greeting. He didn’t need Stacy to explain to him that they had always been close friends: he had felt his warmth for her from the first moment he saw her. He squeezes his sister against him. “Everything okay?”

She hums, nodding for a moment before looking up at him. Her eyes are clean and her mouth smiles. “Yeah,” she says. “Yeah, I think everything is.”

“You can talk to me anytime if you need.”

“We’re okay.”

“Okay. Well, hey, I was wondering if you had any old pictures of my cats?”

Stacy furrows her brow and pulls her phone. “Well, I ought to, seeing as you used to send them to me en masse.”

She holds her phone up for him a moment later, and Marvin’s breath catches in his throat a little.

It’s him on a red couch, leaning back casually, a pair of cats both standing on his legs and resting their front paws on his shoulders. There is a huge, fluffy white one resting primly against his chest and a smaller bengal squinting warmly at the camera.

“Aw,” is all Marvin manages, touching the side of the phone gingerly.

“I’ll send them to you, okay?” offers Stacy.

“Thanks.”

Chase comes in after Stacy, sparing Marvin a smile as he sets some groceries down in their semi-functional kitchen. “Want me to get started on dinner?”

“Oh, I’ll do it, no worries! You just spend some time with the kids and their uncles.”

“Okay.”

Chase comes back to sit down on the floor beside Marvin, who’s still fixed on that image, and his hands resting on the backs of his pets.

Anonymous asked:

(Right, I should've realized the name change!!) Marvin, do you think it would help if you got a cat again? Maybe a friend for Noodle! Or do you feel it would hurt more than help?

“A friend for Noodle,” says Chase eagerly.

Marvin snorts. “Um, I don’t know,” he sighs. “Just reluctant, I guess. Kind of feels like - maybe it’s silly. Kind of just feels like a betrayal. I didn’t even remember my cats. My own cats. That just sucks. And even if I get new ones, it won’t be them again.”

He sighs. “Wish I was a necromancer.”

Chase sinks into his side after a moment, warm and present. Marvin turns and brushes at his hair, smiling at him.

Anonymous asked:

So Chase, how's it going with Stacy?

“Ohhh,” says Chase, turning a little pink. He plays with his fingers. “Oh, you know, fine.”

Marvin is grinning at him. Chase flushes as he looks at him. “What?”

“You were talking pretty loud,” admits Marvin.

Chase sinks a little farther against the wall, smiling a bit despite himself.

“You’re a bold man making a go at her,” says Marvin.

Chase chuckles. “Stupid man. How could I not, though? She’s so pretty.”

“Is she going to give you another chance?”

“No,” says Chase. “But that’s okay. She said it wasn’t fair to me for her to remember all the bad shit we did to each other and me to not remember. She said we broke up for good reasons and right now we need to focus on the kids, which is true. We’re going to learn to be partners in parenting before we even talk about anything else. And that felt right.”

Marvin sets his head back, humming.

“She said she wanted me to date some other people first anyway,” adds Chase. “And that she’s seen some guys here and there and we both need to figure ourselves out a little bit. That felt right too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. But then, just at the end, she said that she still does remember how good it was when we were in love, and that maybe, if we figure things out over the next couple years, and I stay sober - well, we could talk about it again then. But she didn’t want me to wait around for her. She said to go meet people and just worry about myself and the kids.”

Chase closes his eyes and sets his head down on Marvin’s shoulder. “So I think that will all be alright. Just to grow on my own. And now I know.”

“She cut you loose,” says Marvin fondly.

“Yes,” says Chase. “I won’t obsess over her so much now. I’m a free man, Marv.”

“That you are,” says Marvin, kissing the side of his head. “Now and forever.”

“Amen.”

Anonymous asked:

Any luck getting in contact with the Ravens, guys? Henrik I'm sure you miss them majorly, and I'd love for them to get to see you so safe and healthy

“You know, I left them a message just yesterday,” says Henrik, watching a movie with JJ and, now that they’ve run in, the kids. “Marvin’s friends helped find the number, some magic directory, I suppose. Haha. But they did not answer and then the voice message was in Spanish, so I just left a message asking for Emmanuela or Hermann or someone, and hopefully they will call me back. I would like to speak with them very much.”

“Hey.” Chase pokes his head in the door, smiling at his brothers and his children. “Come on and get some dinner.”

They leave the laptop with you on the bed, and as they crowd into the dining room, you realize there are no cameras in there at all: just nearby ones that, over the course of the next hour, send you the sound of their laughter many times over.

Anonymous asked:

Have you guys thought about trying to contact Jack? He might remember you once he sees you, like how Dark slowly remembered Anti. It might be worth a shot.

This is an idea I toyed with including, but ultimately, I have decided to leave it to you to imagine whether or not they would contact Jack again and what his reaction might be. Whatever you think is canon, is canon. Thank you for asking.

Okay, guys… if I can hold to my guns, the next scene should be the last :’)

Anonymous asked:

Hey Trick, you should surprise Henrik with some hanukkah candles! The last time he got to celebrate was still in captivity, getting to connect with his religion in a freer state of mind would be wonderful.

“It’s September now,” Henrik says. “Rosh Hashanah will be closer.”

“Summer’s ending,” complains Chase. “I don’t want it to get cold.”

“I do. I will like to see all the leaves turn color and fall onto the grass. And I will have coffee all day and make pie.”

Chase sends him the football along with a look of faux despair, and they laugh as it bounces off Henrik’s foot and nearly hits him in the face. The red ball, a little deflated, rolls back and forth between them on the soft hot grass.

“We can celebrate Rosh Hashanah exactly as you like,” Chase continues, kicking the ball up and catching it on his knee before bouncing it back to his brother. “And Hannukkah too, when it comes. You can have candles and all the latkes you can eat.”

Marvin rests in the grass nearby, Noodle purring next to him as he reads Inkheart. The ball rolls close to him.

“I’m not getting that for you if you hit me with it,” he warns.

Henrik appears above him with the ball, looking mischievous, and Marvin lets out a short bark of warning as he mimics dropping the ball right onto Marvin’s face, catching it again at the last moment. Marvin swats at his ankles in vengeance and Henrik darts away again, laughing.

“Miscreants,” mumbles Marvin, lying back again and stroking Noodle’s back. Jameson waters the flowers around the house and the little cat graves, wandering around the property and the border of the forest with no shoes and total freedom.

Anonymous asked:

So out of curiosity, are all of you in therapy now? If not you should be! All of you need it, even if things feel slowly better, you'll need a professional to help you work through the traumatic memories and feelings. - 🎒

“JJ sees a psychiatrist,” says Chase. “And has a social worker from the hospital checking in with him. Marvin does go to therapy. Him and I have our appointments at the same time, with different shrinks in the same office building. Jackie has been distracted with everything, but from what I understand, he plans to keep going to see someone. Schneep probably needs to see a clinical psychologist too. We’re trying to find someone a little more specialized. Since his triggers are kind of intense. He will, though.”

Henrik nods, returning the ball to his brother. “Need to see a trauma specialist who has worked with torture and abduction before.”

Chase’s mouth purses unhappily, something flashing through his face. But as soon as the grief and the fear appears, Chase lets it go again, closing his eyes for a second and letting it settle back into his mind. They’re safe. There is no reason to grieve anymore, or not right now, anyway. He’s here.

Marvin has cut Henrik’s hair and it is short and neat. His new glasses are still unbroken and always clean of smudges. He wears a t-shirt and sweatpants as they play on the front lawn, and the scars, though visible from several meters back, do not bother him.

They’re not as identical as they once were, Chase supposes, scratching a hand through his flop of hair, his face dotted in freckling. But he thinks maybe that’s a good thing.

Anonymous asked:

Do you still feel any dysphoria over your body, Marv? You've come a long way and I'm proud of you!

Marvin hums, settling the book on his chest for a second and closing his eyes. The warm sun soaks into his skin. Against his body, Noodle is a heavy, fuzzy, reassuring weight.

He isn’t in pain. The body is his.

“My skin isn’t a prison anymore,” he says, running his hands over Noodle’s fur. “I dream, sometimes, that Anti is under my flesh again, and I wake up sick and hating myself. But then I try to take care of myself in revenge.”

He grins coldly, shaking his head.

“It’s my last rebellion against him. He tried to make me hate myself so much. Hate my body. Tried to take my autonomy from me. And I would want to hurt myself because of it. But now - it’s been months since he died. Months since he possessed me. And I won’t give him the privilege of still having control over me and my body. So when I want to hurt myself and hate myself and hide, I get a hot cup of mint tea and wrap my blankets around me and put on clean clothes. I take a long warm shower. I put on my favorite jewelry and comb my hair. I eat. I walk in the forest. Brush my teeth. Kiss our cat.”

His eyes open lazily. The sunlight makes the blue so clear you could swim in it. He is spread out in the grass in a soft white shirt and shorts, his ears and fingers glittering with jewelry. He sinks a hand into the long, overgrown grass, and you see tiny flowers bud up around his palm, a ladybug crawling onto his wrist out of curiosity.

“So I guess I still feel dysphoric, sometimes, yeah. Sometimes cause of Anti and sometimes because I don’t want to be a man today and sometimes because I just want to punish myself for the things that I went through. But I rebel against it… I love myself instead.”

[Anonymous asked:

Sending this as a scene request because it feels like it's too late in the story to send it to Trick. But do you think he'd ever get in contact with Xin Yi again? How would that go? Would they still have crushes on each other, would they end up together? Can we see how that would go when/if it happened? Ty Bee!

I will have to leave that one up to you to imagine - sorry I cannot fulfill the scene request <3 If you want him to find her again, of course he does. I’m not sure how he would - maybe she still runs that same hawker stand with her family back in Singapore, and the boys will go back and travel to all the places they once hid, and meet these people on better terms. Chase’s memory of Xin Yi is limited because Anti tried to get rid of her in his head, but he might remember her better if he could see her again.

I can tell you that my personal headcanon is that Xin Yi and the sunbird magician in Singapore, Caleb, met after what happened, because Xin Yi came back to look for Chase when he disappeared and Caleb was her only lead. She found out through Caleb about magic and the monster in that house who burned him so badly.

Caleb survived Anti’s attack and is rebuilding the sunbird order in Singapore. I like to think Xin Yi is helping him.]

Anonymous asked:

So what are you going to do with yourself now, Marv? Mostly magician stuff? I think it should be up to you what you become after all this! You're free and strong now. I hope you know now you were always beautiful, even with shaved hair and sick in your eyes. You've always been someone worth loving.

Marvin beams, sitting up in the grass and stretching luxuriously. “A lot of magician stuff, I expect,” he says, a little amused. “But then again, my friends tell me I did some translation work before all this. I went to school for linguistics, I guess, which is why I speak a few different languages. I can do… a lot of things, really.”

He grins at the blue sky. “I can do anything.”

And he is beautiful in the same way that that sick survivor in the hospital bed was beautiful, because he is still hoping for something.

“I feel beautiful,” he adds. “Thank you. For the days when I didn’t, and you told me I was worth having anyway.”

Anonymous asked:

What has Jackie been so busy with??

“Well,” says Chase. “He was working a lot at the theater. And then he got stabbed and was on bedrest. And then he met Max! So he’s been kind of distracted from therapy, in general.”

Anonymous asked:

Seems I missed a few days, but check in time! What's everyone's emotional status? All good in septiceye world? - 🎒

“Good,” say the twins together, rolling the ball between them.

“The kids are going to come stay with me for a whole weekend as soon as the magic mirror or whatever is cleared for travel,” says Chase proudly. “And I haven’t had anything to drink since that girl gave me wine. It wasn’t even good wine. And Schneep’s been looking at jobs.”

“Oh, only a little,” says Henrik. “Just discovering what my options might be if I want to try and work again. Maybe a little later. For now, I am content to rest, and we are not so short on funds that I must return to work.”

Marvin stands up, patting Noodle on the head. “And I think I’ve answered the question,” he says. He straightens up and his eyes find his youngest brother just within the forest, kneeling and working in the dirt. Marvin flashes him a thumbs up. Jameson blinks at him for a second, but eventually gives a thumbs up in return before going back to his task.

Marvin is distracted by the buzzing in his pocket. He pulls out the cell phone they share between them and accepts the call from an unknown number.

“Is it Jackie?” asks Chase.

Marvin shakes his head, listening for a minute. The twins exchange confused looks as he turns away from them and talks.

“Henrik,” he calls after a moment. “Come here.”

He holds the phone out to him.

unpredictably-ghostly asked:

Oh? Who's calling??

Henrik approaches his brother skeptically. “Don’t do this to me, Marvin,” he warns. “Don’t mess with me on this.”

Marvin just grins and passes the phone to him. Henrik bites his teeth together for a second before taking it and setting it to his ear.

“Hello?” he says.

A couple voices hush each other on the other side. “Henrik?” calls a voice.

Something catches in his chest. “Oh! My friends!”

He hears a wild shriek and then, an ocean away, the raucous, delighted laughter of a group of Peruvian magicians, who have been waiting to hear from him this whole time.

Henrik hears himself laughing too.

“He lives! Long live the doctor!”

“Henrik, you ass, we thought we might never hear from you again!”

“Are you well? Hey, let me talk! Henrik, are you well?”

“I hope you sent that monster back to hell where he belongs!”

“I’m well,” he laughs, clinging to the phone. “I’m - I’m well, yes. I’m very well now, oh.”

nikkilbook asked:

Whatcha working on, Jaimer?

Jameson glances back at you, eyebrows raised.

“Nothing,” he signs after a second, his body hiding his project. “Just… gardening.”

He hears the hollering from Henrik on the phone and looks back to see him smiling and talking to his friends. Jameson looks back to his task, a breath falling from his mouth, almost a sigh. In his hands, a rounded stone. He sets it on the ground with a grimace, wiping at the sweat on his forehead.

nikkilbook asked:

Gardening for y’all, or for the kitties?

Jameson shrugs. “For me, I guess.”

He sets another rock down on top of the other, running his fingers over it.

Anonymous asked:

Chase, JJ, do you hang out together now? Do you feel more like proper brothers, love each other, treat each other with respect? I feel like that'd be a mark of extreme healing for you two after Anti made you to hate each other so badly all that time ago.

Chase pulls his attention away from Henrik with a chuckle, knowing he’ll want to talk to his friends for a while. He lets the football come to a rest beneath his foot and spots Jamie working alone beneath the trees.

“Everything changed when I was given a taste of what it really must have been like to be him for so long,” he says, gazing out at him. “When I realized it wasn’t actually being spoiled or treated better than the rest of us. It was just another version of abuse.”

He treads out towards him, his cat running over to walk with him. “I think my hatred for him died that day Anti dragged us both up to his room in the California house and locked us in together for so long. My head was so scrambled. He was the only thing I was clinging to. And Anti treated me so warmly, but so terribly at the same time. What a form of torture: to be that confused and hated and loved at the same time. If I didn’t have Jameson there, I would have lost myself… permanently, I think. I could never have fought free without him helping me. He saved me. I think maybe we saved each other. Since then, I don’t have any anger for him, not anywhere inside me. He’s my brother. And I sure respect the fuck out of him for fucking surviving the treatment Anti put him through. For being able to fight at all after that - he’s one of the toughest sons of bitches I know.

"Now we’re working on being friends too. We went out for coffee the other day, to make up for the day I missed last week, and it was good between us. He does get so shy though. Not even of other people. Just of me. There’s a part of me that feels he’s still waiting to be rejected by the rest of us: for us to decide he’s not worth the trouble, or that he’s too much like Anti, or something like that. But it’s something we just have to affirm to him again and again - that he belongs with us, that we love him. I’d like to see him bold again. I will see him bold again. I’m tired of seeing him afraid.”

Noodle runs ahead of Chase with a meow to greet JJ, pulling his attention back to them. Chase smiles at him and JJ manages a twitch of a smile back at him before turning away again, kneeling over his project.

Chase kneels down beside him, touching his hand.

“Hey,” he says. “Hey, what’s wrong? Look at me.”

JJ looks back at him, a little red-eyed. Chase touches his shoulder, his thumb grazing his chin.

After a moment, JJ sinks into his side. Chase holds him against his chest.

“What’s the matter, love?”

“Love,” JJ signs back, pressing it against his brother’s heart, and then he just sighs and closes his eyes.

nikkilbook asked:

Is it a cairn for the twin you could have had?

Chase touches the smooth surface of the little set of stones JJ has set up in the woods. Jameson hides his face in one hand, refusing to look up at him.

“Jamie,” says Chase. “Hey, we’re okay.”

Jameson finally lets his hand fall from his eyes, shaking his head.

“I’m just sick of not being normal,” he says. “Everybody else gets to have their twin. Everybody else gets to be together. I’m just his fucked-up other half. And I hate that I miss him most of all.”

Jameson’s face contorts with fury and grief. He sinks back onto his heels, closing his eyes and hiding his face again.

“I’m always going to be set apart from the rest of you,” he says. “I wish I could have been enough to make him love me.”

“That’s not - ”

“I know it’s not,” Jameson interrupts. “I know I never could have. I know he chose to be the way he was. I always knew it. But it doesn’t make me feel any better. I’m sorry, Chase.”

Chase looks up at him, blinking. “For what?”

“For not getting everyone a better ending,” he says. “ For everything. For not having a happy ending for you sooner.”

“Why is that on you?” asks Chase, startled.

“I’m supposed to fix things,” says JJ helplessly. “That’s why - that’s why he made me, but I still can’t - ”

His words falter from his hands. Chase presses closer to him and hugs him tightly, pulling his head against his shoulder.

“C'mon, then,” murmurs Chase, pulling away from him after a second.

“What?” asks JJ.

Chase gets up on his feet and wanders in a circle for a moment, leaning down to pick up a medium-sized stone. He comes back to JJ’s side and kneels, placing the stone atop the ones JJ has already erected.

Jameson wipes at the tears on his face and gets back up, collecting stones of his own. They work in silence. Noodle purrs beside the little stack of rocks, his tail thumping against the dirt and leaves, until they have a little tower of stone in front of them.

Chase runs his fingers over the side of it.

“Don’t tell Marvin I made it for Anti,” asks JJ.

“Marvin can get over himself if he still has problems with you grieving him,” returns Chase, turning to tug a strand of JJ’s hair fondly. “JJ, I miss him too sometimes.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Of course. The way he could make you feel like you were special, like you were precious - and then of course, he’d tear you down again afterwards, but it only made it feel so much better when you could win his approval again. He was a horrible kind of addiction.”

Chase looks at his brother. “It’s okay if you’re sad instead of angry sometimes. If your feelings towards him are complicated, that’s okay. You were with him your whole life. But Jay, you gotta start letting go of the past.”

“I’ve been thinking about something, though,” says JJ, scooting towards him. “Look, I’m feeling better these days. My medication’s working, I’m not delusional, I’m stable, nobody’s hurting me. Chase, I think I could start time-traveling again.”

“What? Jamie, that’s not - ”

“I think I could make things better,” Jameson insists. “What if I could go back and relive some of it - ”

“Relive?”

“And fix some things because I know how to make it right now!”

“You want to go back to Anti, go through all that shit again, just so you could maybe get us here faster?”

“Chase, I could save Henrik from being tortured! I could stop Anti from ever taking Marvin’s body from him! I could give us a happy ending!”

Chase grabs his arm with a sudden vehemence, something hot rising in his face. He pulls Jameson out of the forest, back to the clearing, and points him towards their home.

Henrik and Marvin are clinging to each other’s hands, laughing as Henrik talks to his friends over the phone. There are flowers and butterflies in the lawn. The house is undisturbed, unbloodied, safe.

“What about this is not a happy ending to you?” asks Chase, pulling Jameson’s gaze to him. “Why do you have to blame yourself for things that Anti did?”

“Because maybe I could make them right,” stutter Jameson’s hands. “That’s my job.”

Chase shakes his head at him, gripping his hand for a moment.

“Your only job is to be our brother,” he says. “And there is nothing in the world that is worth you going back to Anti’s arms again, JJ.”

scunneredzombie asked:

JJ, just because you're a time traveler doesn't make it your job to fix everything. You spent most of your life so hypnotised you didn't even know the snake in your rabbit's den. How could you have known to fix it? Don't blame yourself for the suffering, it's no one's fault but Anti's. Trauma is trauma and you all are going to have it no matter the fixing you do. It is not your job to fix everything. You are not a tool for a means.

“Sometimes I knew he was a snake,” protests JJ weakly. “He was just… my snake.”

Chase snorts, stepping forward to brush tears from his face. “Sometimes you did, and sometimes you didn’t. But there was never all that much you could do about it until you had some help, JJ. And that’s okay.”

“I should have been the first to rebel,” says JJ. “I should have.”

“It’s the past, James.” He cups his brother’s face between his hands. “It’s done. And they’re right. You are not his tool, you don’t have to fix things, and you definitely aren’t here just to right Anti’s mistakes.”

JJ closes his eyes and leans into his hands, exhausted.

“I guess that while he’s dead completely to the rest of us… you’ve been sitting here in the knowledge that you could go back to him whenever you wanted. Huh?”

Jameson’s face contorts with pain. He doesn’t answer.

“Have you ever gone back to see him?”

Blue eyes flash open. JJ shakes his head no.

Chase purses his mouth. “I want to believe that, really, but I happen to know you are a pretty damn good actor when you need to be.”

Jameson lets out a ragged breath. “Just a few times. It was before… before I started getting better. I haven’t in at least a month.”

“What are you trying to get by doing that?” asks Chase, bewildered. “I can’t even imagine wanting to go back to those times.”

JJ wipes at his face. “I just want you all to stop being in pain.”

Chase sighs out, long and slow. He reaches for JJ’s hand and pulls him back into the trees, towards the cairn. They stop together and Chase rotates their hands. In the light, the smooth, puckered skin of the burn on his hand gleams.

“Look at this,” says Chase. “Anti did this to me. I lit a fire to keep us warm and he threw me into it. It hurt really badly. It traumatized me. The scar will never go away.”

He meets JJ’s gaze. “And if you told me you could go back in time and make that moment never happen, I would tell you not to.”

Noodle is purring against their legs, twining between their ankles. He runs forward into the trees, free as can be, golden-hot in the sun.

“JJ, sometimes pain makes you realize things you couldn’t see before, and sometimes pain is just pain, and it sucks, and it hurts you for a long time. But it’s still a part of who I am. It still reminds me that I was strong enough to escape, that I never have to let anyone put me back in that place, that I got out with my life and I should treasure every moment of freedom I have. Sure, there are a couple times where it would have just been better even in the long-run for us not to have been hurt, or chained up, or tortured… but if you start trying to fix all of them, you will tear yourself apart in the process. And I would much rather have you than one less scar on my hand.

"Bad things don’t always happen for a reason, but we find the meaning in them anyway. The past is gone, Jameson. You and me and our family - we are what remains.”

“I love you,” mouths Jameson, not pulling his hand away.

Chase pulls them to their knees and sets their shared hands on top of the smooth surface of that little cairn in the woods.

“Bury Anti here,” says Chase softly. “Leave him in the past with the rest of the pain, little brother. Let Anti rest right here, and let him go.”

Anonymous asked:

The past is the past, and Anti can never hurt you again. Jameson, you are more than half of a whole. You have always been whole all on your own. Anti will always be part of you, but let that part come to rest. Let that part fall off like a skin tag, useless and only there to hurt.

Jameson runs his fingers over the stones, sighing. It takes up so much of his waking hours: the regret over the things he could have done better, or sooner, or differently. It seems like every time his brothers are in pain, it’s his fault.

But that was what Anti wanted him to think. It was just another cage he kept him in.

He’s his own person, and he belongs with his real brothers, not the broken reflection of someone who should have loved him but never did. He knows better. Chase is right - he has to let go of the past.

Besides, why should this not be the right ending? Why should this not be called happiness? Every ending has some pain in it. Some imperfections. There will be hard days, going forward. Painful days and difficult days and days where he is full of regret and has to see the others in pain. But they will come back from each of those days and keep going anyway. They will have coffee and blankets and fresh snow in the winter. Chocolate and church services. Dates with new people, birthday parties, and long walks in the forest whenever they feel like it. A home, and a family, and a hug when your heart hurts.

Is that not a happy ending?

“Noodle, Noodle,” calls Chase, pulling Jameson from his reflection as the bushes rustle. “Come here, baby!”

Noodle darts out of the bushes and comes warmly to Chase’s side, his chest rumbling. Chase laughs and brushes at his back, but then the bushes give another rustle, and there is a soft noise that makes both him and Jameson look up.

Noodle mewls and jumps back towards the bushes, purring. Chase and Jameson exchange glances and get to their feet.

“A squirrel?” asks Jameson.

“He wouldn’t be purring at a squirrel, he’d have tried to bring it back to me in his mouth. Noodle?”

A languid meow from the bushes, and then a second one, and two pairs of eyes peek out at Jameson and Chase from the bushes.

Anonymous asked:

Cats?? Maybe kittens??

“Marvin! Marvin, come here, come now!”

The shouting of his name makes Marvin whip around in alarm, but it only takes him a second to realize it’s accompanied by loud laughter and a couple of the shrieking noises Chase makes whenever Noodle does something really cute. Marvin snorts and looks at Henrik, who rolls his eyes back at him, and they both head towards the trees to see what Noodle’s done now.

Chase and Jameson are on their knees in the dirt, laughing. “What is it now, you dorks?” asks Marvin, moving over to stand above them.

His heart leaps to his throat.

“Holy shit,” he breathes.

Chase looks up at him, beaming and red in the face with excitement. Jameson is smoothing his hands lovingly over the back of a huge white cat with thick, matted fur, no older than six months by his guess. She rests on her back, purring, apparently unalarmed by all the loud humans around her. Noodle beats his tail against her, humming.

“How is this possible?” asks Marvin. “We saw their bodies. The cats - they’re dead.”

“This is a different cat,” Jameson tells him. “I would know if it were the same ones.”

“But it looks like the other cat!”

Jameson smiles up at him. “You had a boy and a girl cat. They wandered a lot. Did as they pleased. It’s not impossible that they might have had a little nest of kittens we hadn’t found out about yet.”

Marvin reaches out, breathless. The cat looks up at him with these clear blue eyes, like a fancy little show cat might have. He touches her tenderly and she lets him. When he wraps his arms around her, she allows him to pull her to his chest.

“Oh, there’s another one!” cries Henrik, and at once Marvin’s brothers are leaping up to look at to try and cajole over the second cat, just as pretty and white as its sibling. But Marvin can’t get over the one in his arms.

She purrs at him, warm against his chest. By all accounts she should be feral, but she isn’t. Maybe he did know these kittens, once. Maybe he just forgot.

“My little girl,” he breathes, stroking her head. “My little friend. You come back to me.”

He looks up at the feeling of eyes set upon him and sees Jameson smiling at him. His eyes are slightly red. Marvin reaches out his free hand to touch his face, concerned.

“You alright?” he asks.

“Yes,” signs Jameson. “Yes, I think so.”

Anonymous asked:

Ohh Marvin! Marvin you have kittens! What do you think you'll name them? Oh, what about some of the names we suggested for you back when you were struggling a bit with self image, like Maeve and Ciara and Uathach?

Marvin laughs, rocking the cat in his arms.

“Okay, guys,” he says, squishing the cat to his chest. “There is a girl cat here and - did you catch the other one?”

“She’s friendly too!” shouts Chase.

“And also a white cat?”

“She has grey booties!”

“Holy shit.”

“I know!”

Marvin turns his attention back to you, laughing. “In celebration of us finding at least two cats in the woods… please feel free to submit your name suggestions. Haha. Shit, do you remember when we first got Noodle? And now this? This is the best day of my life.”

If you’d like, we can name them the same way we named Noodle: send in name suggestions and we can count notes to vote for which you like. I will put these three names as the first suggestions.

Okay I was going to leave a good deal of time but I got so many right away we might have to just go with those lol! Sorry if someone did not get to send suggestions I did not realize they would come so fast ahhh!! but thank you hahah <3

The boys are all crowded around the camera, laughing and holding the cats. Noodle curls around their legs, wondering why he is suddenly not getting everyone’s attention, until JJ takes pity on him and scoops him up too.

Both girls are remarkably calm. The one with the grey stockings has a little grey on her face as well.

“Okay, okay, lemme see,” says Chase. “I’m hearing Roisin and Caragh - ”

“Roisin is sooo cute,” says Marvin.

“Amber and Amethyst - ”

“I think that’s Steven Universe,” says Henrik.

“Or just cute names!” protests JJ.

“Brigid and Cailleach - ”

“Not Call-each, Chaser, it’s pronounced like Callie-ah.”

“Heaven and Angel, and then… these are some separate ones. Should we name them both separately or in a pair?”

“Let’s pick two of these duo names we like,” says Marvin. “So I like Peanut and Jam, that’s funny.”

“And I like Turkey Leg and Chicken Leg,” laughs JJ.

“And then… we’ll say Stockings and something elegant, which we can pick if we need to. And Boots and Dove. And then if you do like one of the names but don’t like the other one, you can say that and we’ll see what we can do.”

I’ll post them in pairs and we can workshop from there if needed :) like if things get close we can narrow it down starting with these pairs. leave a like, comment, reblog, or send an ask to vote for the one you like. thanks guys

I feel bad leaving people out so if you want to send some last minute ones in GO GO GO

Option 1: Roisin and Caragh (pronounced Cara I believe)

Option 2: Amber and Amethyst

Option 3: Brighid and Cailleach

Option 4: Heaven and Angel

Option 5: Chicken Leg and Turkey Leg

Option 6: Peanut and Jam

Option 7: Stockings and something to be determined, maybe Adoline

Option 8: Boots and another silly name or color-based name, maybe Boots and Dove

Option 9: Stockings and Roisin

Option 10: Maeve and Ciara and Uathach (pronounced oo-a-hah) (we will pick 2/3 if needed) or other names from Irish mythology like Siobhra (pronounced sheefra)

We are down to three choices: Stockings and Roisin, Turkey Leg and Chicken Leg, or Peanuts and Jam. For those of you who voted for different options or anyone else who wants to cast a vote, feel free to choose between those three now!

Anonymous asked:

Good duo names: Lemon/Lime, Chicken Leg/Turkey Leg, Pumpkin Pie/Apple Pie, Juice/Soda, Peanut/Jam

“Peanut and Jam,” laughs Marvin, and it’s enough to send a fit of laughter through all four of them, huddled around their cats in the woods. “That’s very good.”

“Peanut should be the white one,” says JJ. “And Jam the grey and white one. They’re so cute.”

Chase gives a sudden gasp, drawing everyone’s attention to him in a flash. His hand rises to cover his mouth.

“Chase?” asks Henrik. “What is it?”

Chase’s alarm crinkles into mirth at the sides of his eyes. His chest starts to shake in a giggle.

“I’ve just realized something,” he says.

“What?” asks Marvin.

“Well.” He clears his throat. “Noodle has been running around unchecked out here for a couple weeks now…”

“And?”

“And he’s not neutered.”

Everyone looks at Noodle. He rumbles innocently back at them.

“Kittens!” cries Marvin.

“No,” laughs Henrik. “We need to get him neutered right away, why did we never - ?”

“Well, he’s an indoor cat, he never - ”

“No, I want kittens, I want kittens so bad!”

They’re all just laughing like wild, like it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever heard. Kittens and new cats and Marvin so lit up in delight - they’re laughing like everything is good in the world.

“Hey! Anybody home?”

“Jackie!” cries Marvin. “You’re back! Look at this!”

He’s racing back towards the house with a cat in his arms, and Jackie is there in the doorway, flushed with color, in a clean red hoodie, beaming at them in the sunlight. Noodle reaches out to lick Jam’s face and Henrik snatches her away, scolding him, while his brothers are already looking back through the names you sent them to pick what they might, one day, name kittens.

nikkilbook asked:

Hey Jackie—if you haven’t quite finished riding off into the sunset with your Prince Charming, one last suggestion. You said you wanted to watch more movies. When you have a second, I want you to sit down with your man and a bunch of gigantic peanut butter cookies or some shiz and watch every episode of LOKI, just back to back. Heck, you’ve probably got more than one season by now, so watch those too. Then go out and buy all the Loki-centric comics starting from the aftermath of SEIGE in what, 2010? and going until at least the end of AGENT OF ASGARD in 2015. Feel free to get others, too. Most importantly, read the author’s note in the back of the first issue of AOA, and remember, from me to you: everything you have done, everything you have survived, has been for yourself. Because yourself, Jackie, the self you were before and the self that you became in the fires and the self that you built from ashes and love, is a self absolutely worth fighting for.

Oh, and Max? We haven’t had the chance to talk up til this point, but I wanted to tell you this: you have my blessing to marry my son. ;) I wish both of you unending peace.

“Loki, huh?” asks Jackie, grinning at you from the doorway of his home, the wind playing with his hair. “Yeah, I think we’ll have time for that. We have time for everything now, don’t we? Loki, sure - anything for you.”

He looks back at Max inside the house. Their eyes meet and a whole world of something passes between them. Max retreats to the kitchen with a box of presents in his arms, giving Jackie some time to say hello.

He’s right, after all. They have all the time in the world.

Jackie stands in the doorway alone, watching his brothers come towards him.

“It was well worth the fight,” he says. “I was well worth the fight.”

badlypostedeverything asked:

Its been a while since i checked in with you all. We're all proud of you.

“Oh, so this is what happens when I leave for a few days?” asks Jackie, shaking his head as Marvin rushes towards him. “You get cats to fill the absence.”

Marvin throws his free arm around Jackie’s neck, setting his head down on his brother’s shoulder for a long moment. Peanut sniffs curiously at him, looking up at him with those ridiculous blue eyes.

“I missed you,” says Marvin. “Was it a good time?”

Jackie squeezes him in return, breathing in the familiar smell of him. The flower and flame smell never left him, not even when Anti stripped the magic from him. They used to lie close together and try to survive together on nothing more but the warmth the other gave off. He’s still warm to the touch now.

“Yeah,” he says. “Very good.”

Their younger brothers are approaching from the trees. Jackie fills his eyes with the sight of them. Days he’s been away, but here they are, playing in the sun and walking close to each other, like nothing ever separated the three of them.

The camera draws his fond gaze and he straightens up, smiling.

“Thank you,” he says. “I’m proud of us too.”

“Jackie!” Chase runs forward to hug him too, and of course Henrik comes right with him, holding the second cat up to Jackie’s face. Jackie knocks their heads together and scratches under the cat’s chin.

“What have you been talking about for the cameras to be proud of us?” Jackie asks Marvin, touching his hand as Chase and Henrik continue to chatter about the cats.

“Nothing,” replies Marvin. “Just… being happy. And saying goodbye.”

Jackie hums and hugs him again, pressing their heads together. Peanut squirms free of their arms and Jam follows suit, and the girls weave towards each other, knocking their heads and purring like mad, their white tails curling around each other, and close their eyes.

scunneredzombie asked:

Taking care of you guys has been my main goal for a long, long time now. It fills me with so much joy to see you free enough that you don't need our watching eye anymore. Thank you for letting us free you, but most of all thank you for freeing yourselves. I'll miss you all, but I know you have so much happiness ahead! Jackieboyman, Marvin the Magnificent, Chase Brody, Henrik von Schneeplestein, Jameson Jackson... Your lives will be beautiful!

“Oh,” says Chase, peeking over at the camera. “That’s a lot of taking care of us. Now you just have to make sure your main goal is taking care of yourself.”

He smiles at you, tugging at the brim of his hat, flipped around backwards.

“If we see you guys less going forward, we still won’t forget. You did a lot for us. I’m glad I’ve had a friend on the days where I felt like I was all alone.”

One of his brothers calls for him and he turns to look back, to look at his family gathered around him. Marvin and Jackie and JJ and Henrik.

“Yeah,” he says contentedly. “I think you’re right. I think everything is going to be just beautiful.”

Anonymous asked:

Healing will come for each one of you ❣️ Safety is imminent

“Safety is a cat in your arms,” says Marvin, kissing Jam’s head and squeezing her to his chest.

“Marvin,” scolds Henrik. “She’s filthy!”

Marvin laughs, just because it’s good to hear Henrik reprimand him.

“Who cares?” he says. “She’s mine.”

Healing feels very close indeed when your brothers are around you and there are cats to cuddle with. He knows, by now, that even on his own he is whole and complete, but we discover ourselves in the way we love others, and he is finding himself again these days. In his brothers, in his friends…

“In a little white cat,” he whispers. “I can see the self that Anti tried to take from me. He really thought he could kill me on that beach. He really thought he could string my cats up and wipe all of me out of existence forever.”

He kisses Jam again.

“What a fool.”

Here in his home, in his forest, with his family, he is very much alive.

Anonymous asked:

Dapper, Trickshot, Doctor, Red, and Blue. Names you never have to be addressed by again, identities you should never have had to take on in the first place. I'm glad you all were able to rediscover yourselves as Jameson, Chase, Schneep, Jackie, and Marvin. A little worse for wear maybe, but still you all the same.

Henrik chuckles to himself, running his gaze over the heavy scarring down his arms and hands. “A little worse for wear, huh?”

He bows his head for a moment, pushing his glasses up on his nose. He was lost for a long time. It seemed to him that he would never escape the cage Anti trapped him in, even after he was gone.

“I am a little worse for wear,” he says. “Some days my body hurts, and some days I get stuck in this head of mine again. But I would not take it back. This was the price of the fight I fought for myself. My reward…”

Jameson, Chase, Jackie, Marvin. In bloom. Henrik smiles. His teeth are crooked. His eyes are very blue.

“My reward has been most worthwhile. And I expect it shall continue to be, for as long as I continue to breathe.”

nikkilbook asked:

Jackie, Jackie, Jackie Jackie Jackie—you did it. You found yourself, you found the boy in the red hood again. You’re not wearing a mask anymore, you’re you. Everyone knows I’m horribly biased—it’s no secret who my favorite is. I couldn’t always be here, but do you know why I kept coming back, even when I didn’t know exactly what was happening? You were hurting, and you were trying, and you were breaking, and then trying again. It echoed something in me, and watching you work toward your happy ending, watching you GET your happy ending and knowing there would be more happy beginnings, middles, and endings for the rest of your lives even if I’m not there to see it, and most of all getting to help you, message by message, however much it was worth to you—it put another brick in the little house I’m building inside me, the one that reminds me that I’m going to get a happy ending to. Every moment of sunshine I got to help make or watch was a reassurance that I’m going to be okay too.

Here’s to another happy beginning, my Jackieboy. Good luck, and thank you. From your friend.

—

[to bee:] (And thank YOU most of all, my dearest friend. May all your stories have happy endings, too)

“Hey, come on now,” chuckles Jackie, wrapping an arm around Max’s waist as he returns to him. “That’s too sweet, haha.”

“It’s true, though,” says Max, reaching up to wipe a fallen eyelash from Jackie’s cheek, his fingers brushing through his beard. “Getting to help you is a privilege.”

Jackie’s expression softens and reddens. “Max.”

“You are a very strong person,” says Max.

“I wouldn’t have gotten here alone.”

“That doesn’t make you weak.”

Jackie’s eyes crinkle. He looks at Max, and then at you, and in the light through the windows of the home, he is lit up in gold and red, and his future stretches before him like a road already glowing at his feet.

“You are going to get a happy ending,” Jackie tells you, shy and earnest. “Because it turns out, even someone like me deserves one. And even when things are so bad you can’t for the life of you see the way out - well, the future comes anyway, and the past always becomes the past, and you feel yourself breathe again. Without even meaning to, sometimes. A breath in - a breath out. Still alive. Still moving forward. It never becomes perfect. But peace is… attainable. What a revolutionary concept to that person chained to Anti’s side, hungry and hurting. He never would have believed it. It is my deep privilege to know that that person is a part of me - that he survived, and kept breathing… and now he gets to be happy.

"Thank you for keeping him company. For giving him hope. He would not have made it without you.”

Anonymous asked:

I can't express just how much strength and resilience you've all shown getting through all of this. And just how much trust you managed to put in us as well, just strangers who were supposed to observe. There were times when your obstacles seemed impossible to deal with and yet you all made it through to today, happy and together. You've all been through hell and back so I hope you know you all deserve the little piece of heaven you're building with each other here

“Please, strangers?” laughs Henrik. “You are not strangers. You were there with us for… for all year, maybe! You think I do not remember each one of you? Think I cannot tell your styles apart, the kind of questions you ask, think I do not know you all by wording and punctuation and interests? I am a genius, right? You are not strangers. You are company when I would otherwise have been all alone in the world.”

“Honestly,” says Chase, flopping onto the couch beside his twin. “I hope that that’s the fucking lesson, if there is one. You can go through the worst shit and still come out of it not just alive, but… happy.”

He and Henrik exchange looks, their hands brushing on the couch. Whole books in the way they look at each other. Whole stories they will never forget.

“I tried killing myself more than once,” says Chase softly. “Because at the time, it was a certainty to me - an absolute certainty - that things would never get better. There was nothing you could have said to convince me that they would. It wasn’t about hope at that point. Just survival. And I survived until you helped me hope again… and then live again.”

Henrik squeezes his fingers.

Yes, novels and books between their gazes, and you, my friends, are the ones who have born witness to it.

“I’m glad I’m alive,” whispers Chase. “I’m glad I didn’t die.”

“My brother,” says Henrik. “Me too.”

crystalninjaphoenix asked:

I hope you guys enjoy yourselves ^-^

“Yes,” calls Marvin, clapping his hands together. “That’s what we should do, enjoy ourselves. The fridge is full! Let’s have food, all we can eat. And we’ll play games or play football in the yard or watch a show or something. We have found our lost cats, and Jackie is here with our brother-in-law, and everything is good in the world: let’s have a party.”

Anonymous asked:

It's funny, Jameson, you used to refer to your brothers as ghosts. Do the ghosts of Dapper, Red, Blue, Trick, & Dok haunt you now? I hope for your sake that you only see the living now, after all this time.

Jameson breathes out a slow breath.

Warm air through his hair, across his skin. His clothes are clean, just a little grass-stained at the knees. Clear blue eyes, soft hair, long eyelashes.

Do you remember the boy hidden in the basement? Drawing charcoal pictures into the walls, tied by his throat?

Jameson looks down at his hands.

He pulls the silver clock from his pocket, gripping in his hand this present from Jack, this deep power always thrumming through him.

His brothers are talking and laughing in the kitchen. Jackie and Max wrap together like two sides of the sea, all lovey-dovey eyes and lingering glances, while Henrik and Chase and Marvin all work in tandem, joking and cooking and playing with the cats.

Jameson closes his eyes.

Just for a moment, you see:

Red reappears in the hallway, his eyes dark. He steps slowly towards Blue. His twin, realizing his mistake, falls deathly silent, sinking back against the counter, until Red is standing nearly chest-to-chest with him, staring down.

Blue swallows, looking anywhere but at Red.

“Don’t,” whispers Red. “Bother your master.”

Blue chews on his lip, his eyes flashing.

“Am I understood?”

“Yes, Red.”

Red pauses just a second longer before turning to limp back towards his room, that chain heavy around his ankle. Blue swallows again and again, blinking rapidly.

And Jameson is watching all this. In his mind, he can see it whenever he wants. Blue turns away from Red. Red slinks back to his room. He curls in on himself like a dog broken into submission, silent and miserable, and Blue bites back on tears in the kitchen.

Jameson slides towards that past version of his brothers, still so present to him despite everything. He places a hand on Blue’s shoulder.

His brother turns to him quickly, startled.

“Darling,” he gasps, touching JJ’s face. “You better get back to Anti before you get in trouble.”

Jameson pauses, staring at him.

He wraps his arms around Blue’s neck.

After a second, Blue’s arms return to circle around him.

It’s going to be okay, Jameson tries to tell him with his hands at his back. I know it doesn’t feel that way now, but it will.

And for a moment, you see:

Dok stares down at the hand wrapped around his bruised wrist, his heart thudding hard in his chest. Slowly, he turns to his twin. Trick’s eyes are blue flames.

“My love,” says Henrik. “It is time you start making choices about the man you are becoming.”

“Don’t go,” says Trick. “This isn’t about morality. This isn’t about me. He will hurt you again.”

Something inside Henrik’s chest breaks clean open.

“Again?”

Trick turns his eyes away.

“You knew. Or guessed, anyway. You suspected.”

Trick cannot look him in the eyes. Something in Henrik’s chest is oozing hurt. Crimson as the sun when the trees are burning.

“There’s a future where you don’t have to hurt each other anymore,” JJ tries to tell them, looking at that canyon between them. “You can still save each other. Don’t give up.”

They whisper words between each other and pull apart. Misery in Dok’s face. Fatal resignation in Trick’s.

Just ghosts, struggling across the earth.

And for a moment, you see:

He sits back against the headboard, chewing on the nail of his thumb, distressed.

“Then again, there are nice parts to resetting your head… to make the pain fade away into the background…”

He breathes out deep.

“To free the person you were from the sin of the man you’ve become… To be Carver, not… J… to forget what used to make you happy, so you can stop hoping for it, and live misery more peacefully…”

Dapper stares out the window. The northern lights are breathing through the sky, and he quiets, watching them, forgetting what he was talking about.

“And then Anti loves you better,” he adds softly, his hand on his brother’s head. “So… what else matters?”

Jameson stares at the old person of himself.

He stares at his own ghost.

Steps towards him in the silver river of his power.

Breathes.

Dapper looks up at him, blinking. The rope lies around him, binding him, chaining his throat. He shakes his head at Jameson, confused, in the basement of a house in Norway.

“What are you doing here?” he asks. “You’re dead. We’re dead.”

“Do I look dead to you?” asks Jameson.

Dapper just stares at him. His eyes are hollow.

“There’s no life for us now. We are… a gravestone.”

Jameson kneels down in front of him. Reaches out to touch his chalk-stained cheek.

“One day,” he says. “You will breathe again. There are still things worth having. Still freedom. Still a world beyond Anti.”

Dapper’s eyes burn and water. He shakes his head at Jameson.

“No. No… it’s not true.”

“It is,” Jameson insists. “I am true. There is life still. No more isolation. No more despair.”

“No more despair,” Dapper signs back, a whisper of a movement, disbelieving as an unfamiliar prayer. “No more despair.”

“Dapper?”

Jameson turns.

In the doorway of the room, Anti looks back at him, surprised.

“What’s going on? You’re using your power. Stop that. Come here.”

And if JJ wanted to, he could.

He could fall into his arms one more time. He could kiss his face. He could let you speak to him. He could fall back to that boy with the rope around his neck in an instant.

But he doesn’t. He won’t.

“You’re dead,” he signs, and he lets his power go.

The sunlight burns lovingly down on him again. The roar of his brother’s voices and laughter returns in his ear. He is standing in the doorway, and no one seems to have noticed this short moment of recollection, this sudden return to things that are lost.

He looks around at his brothers.

His Chase. His Henrik. His Marvin. His Jackie.

It is time to leave the ghosts in the past.

“Jamie!” calls Jackie. “I missed you! Come here and give me a hug!”

“Jameson, hey, come taste this for me, see if you like it…”

“We need to pick out a movie! What should we watch, James?”

“Oh, look, haha, Peanuts wants some attention from you. Are you coming over here?”

Light and sound and warmth and brotherhood.

He looks back to the forest, just for a moment.

Anti is at rest beneath those stones in the woods. He will never haunt them again.

“Yes,” says Jameson, stepping towards his brothers, alive and aglow in the late summer sun. “Yes, I’m coming. I’m here.”

No more haunting. No more isolation. No more despair.

“I’m here.”

End Chapter Five: Resurrection

Dear Madeleine, Em, Ghost, Tristan, Noah, Crystal, Dino, Arthyr, Cookie, Jamie, Ari, Luigi, Carpe, Mae, Tiri, Leo, Rose, Nikki, JJ, Pat, and all my silent, secret readers…

I hope you know that I have no irritation for anyone who only read part-way through this story. Not only is it wildly, ridiculously long, spanning years and hundreds of thousands of words, but I struggled through many parts of this last section, and I think there was more than one time where my mental health, my situation, and my fear of ending this story that I love so much all impacted the quality of the writing.

That being said, I can tell you now: you all hold a special place in my little writer heart for seeing this through to the end with me.

I could not have finished it without you. Your quiet support, your input, your passion, your encouragement, your art, your writing. You are my co-authors. Some of you have been here since the very fucking beginning, which blows me away. It’s unbelievable. I don’t know how to tell you how glad I am that we have shared this.

For anyone who has read this story at all over the years, even if you did not, for any reason, make it to the end, your help is no less appreciated and I still remember so many of you (Rei, Pixie, Cael, June, Catherine, Darki, Villains, Holly, BP, Amy, Autumn, and too many more for me to even start listing without being scared of leaving you out). You might be surprised how many of you I still associate with specific asks, comments, and art pieces. Thank you.

Our characters fought for themselves and for each other. For their kids and their loved ones. For freedom and joy and the hope that they had to hold on to with blood-stained and tired hands. But there were so many times when your words and your presence and your genuine care and belief in them was the only thing they were clinging to that I can very safely tell you, my friends: they were also fighting for you. To prove to someone who believed in them all along that yes, yes, YES - I will be happy and well again one day.

I am thinking in particular of Tristan’s art piece where Marvin cries “are you happy to see me like this?” as he begins to be forced into the character of Blue. It was the very first chapter, some 800,000 words and a couple of years ago. He was in a lot of pain then. He lost himself. And now, he has found him again.

I hope now, that as you look at our dear characters, you can safely say that yes, you are, in fact, happy to see them like this.

Perhaps this last little thank you note to you is too serious, as there were a lot of times we were just having fun and some of those times are still my very favorites. But I do hope that, going forward, there might be a couple lessons you can take from these characters we shared: to know that you are worthy of love, not abuse, no matter what you have done, to fight for your own happiness even when it feels impossible, and to recognize that there is always hope for a better future.

You are very deserving of that love, that happiness, and that future.

Thank you for everything - for every time you lifted me up, for every time you showed compassion and encouragement to the very idea of someone in need of your help, for every second that you spent speaking to, depicting, or just reading about our characters. Thank you for writing this story with me.

If you have enjoyed MBC at all now or in the past, please consider contributing back by donating to your local charities, particularly those that benefit people like our characters: survivors of domestic violence, those with mental illnesses and/or disabilities, those living in poverty, and more. I thought about compiling a small list, but I’m guessing that many of you have ideas for places that you trust or are familiar with, like local food pantries or homeless shelters, or maybe next time you see someone like Jack doing a fundraiser for a charity or even just someone on the internet trying to find some help while in a tough spot, you could consider donating with the story in mind. Just thought I’d take a minute to try to direct all the love that you have helped put into this story towards a real world goal <3

I hope that reading about the characters in such tough situations will remind us to be compassionate and aware towards those in difficult situations, even if it is just a stranger having a hard day.

#thank you for rereading! please let me know if you enjoyed!!

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**Name: Chara - Age: ?? - Origin: UT-04G3

"Why are you letting me stay?" Her face twists into one of confusion, floating just out of arm's reach. "You gain nothing. If anything I'm going to get you caught easier. Why would you risk that?"

You look at Chara as you muse over her words.

Why were you doing this? And was it worth the risk?

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Introducing Chara to the fray! Yet another child added into the family. For this story, I will use she/her pronouns for Chara and she identifies as female. I do love my non-binary and male Chara's, y'all are valid too! These doodles are waaaay later in the story when we've got the fam intorduced and we get sibling bonding time!

More info under the cut if you're interested:

Chara is roughly 14-16 years old physically (does that count for spirits? eh-) and is incorporeal, meaning she can't touch or be touched by anything unless it's with magic.

Chara and Aliza get along like a house on fire, once they get past the awkward attachment issues barrier. Living in a universe where all your loved ones left you one way or another will do that to you :(

Chisk adores Chara, especially since they play with them using Mr. Fluffikins. At first Chara was vary of them, as they had been too close of a reminder to her timeline's F̶̧̖͔͂̇͘r̴̢̖̺̅͒̏ì̴̱͖̝͙s̴̨̟̳̪̜̈́͘k̵̛̘͖̀̓͛̚ and even shared the same naivety of A̵̧̹̓z̷̧̜̈́͘z̶͍̗͋̍̕y̷̼̒͒, the little scamp eventually won her over. She took them under her wing in a "guess you're my sibling now" type beat.

I hate to use the term "tsundere" but Chara is very much a tough-love type of person. She may appear uncaring and even a bit self-important at times, but cares very deeply to those who are close to her. Sucker for cute things, but still very tom-boyish and rugged. Eats dirt-

You (or y/n - the reader) love to sing, something you've always had a knack for but started doing more frequently to help Chisk calm down when they get spooked or have nightmares. Chara won't admit it, but it reminds her about when T̶̳͑o̴̫̽ṟ̷́ỉ̸͔e̴͜͠l̵͉͐ would sing to her and Â̸̦s̴̱͐r̷̛̩i̶̧̇e̸̡͐l̷̹̚ when they were younger. It isn't uncommon for you to be singing, whether to yourself or the youngest kiddo, and feel the gentle pressure of Chara rested on your head. You opt not to say anything, enjoy the gentle sigh that comes out from her as you carry the tune.

**SPOILER** Chara is only able to exist if they attach themself to someone with a powerful soul, much like how in the "Original" undertale universe Chara follows Frisk around due to their high level of determination. Due to you being a mage, they have more enough magic (that is a gross understatement >:) ) to sustain Chara's form.

#turns out I didn't need a smooch the bad time skeleton fic #but a give these traumatized children a loving found family fic #their (plural) entire timelines have been nothing but angst so now #time for domestic fluff #anywho #losty's doodles #ht!aliza #horrortale aliza #chisk #undertale chisk #jumping the gap #jumping the gap fic #undertale chara #chara #undertale au #reader insert #self insert #undertale #horrortale

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∗ o3﹕ do you prefer to write in silence , or with music / background noise ? ∗ o4﹕ what is your primary source of inspiration for [ negan ] ? ∗ o6﹕ is there something about the roleplay community that irks you ? ∗ o8﹕ what time of day do you feel you create your best work ? ∗ 11﹕ what is a headcanon you have for [ negan ] that you haven’t posted ? ∗ 12﹕ do you prefer extensive plotting , or writing things on a whim ? ∗ 18﹕ which of your verses or arcs is your favorite to write about ? ∗ 22﹕ would you consider [ negane ] to be a comfort character ? ∗ 28﹕ what is a turn - off when you’re seeking writing partners ? ∗ 38﹕ what’s a bad habit you have when it comes to roleplay ?

Experience Yourself (Munday Questions) | Not Accepting | @wexarethewalkingxdead

I prefer having music or some kind of background noise, but sometimes I find it distracting and in those cases I'll opt for silence.

My primary inspiration for Negan really is just the source material at this point (some of it anyway), his story and his relationship with certain characters. I'm also just very attached to him as a character. I also found a lot of inspiration for him through certain ships and RP partners.

I'm not active enough in the rpc to have a lot bother me right now, but I suppose one thing that will always irk me is when people frequently move blogs or add/drop muses so often that it's hard to keep track of things and really interact at all, especially if threads/memes get deleted a lot too.

I do most of my best writing later at night, when the house is quieter and it's easier to concentrate.

Gonna be honest, after almost six years of having this blog, I don't think I have any headcanons for Negan that I haven't already shared at some point. Though a silly one that newer followers might not know is that I headcanon that Negan can play the harmonica lol. He also likes crunchy snacks, especially before the outbreak. Noisy food for a noisy guy.

I like to do some plotting to get things started, and then letting the thread go where it wants to go. We can always plot more along the way when needed.

Overall my favorite verse/arc to write in is his New Beginnings verse (seasons 9-10 primarily), because I think it offers the most possibilities and flexibility in terms of character interactions, relationship development, and plot options. I love digging into his emotions during that time too. At the same time, Savior verse can be really fun, especially when writing about life at the Sanctuary. Seeing how Negan balances being a, well, tyrannical leader, with still just being a guy. Like he's still just dude under all that. Getting to play with the contrast between scary, violent leader and guy that makes dick jokes and likes playing ping pong is a lot of fun when you dig under the surface of it. I just like picking at this guy's brain no matter the verse, really.

Negan is definitely one of my comfort characters. He's been my favorite for years and is among the few I love enough to truly consider a comfort character.

A turn-off when seeking writing partners is a really hostile seeming personality. Like if I'm checking out their rules page and they sound aggressive in them, or if their blog has a lot of mean-spirited snark or negative ooc posts. I also don't like it when someone acts overly familiar with me/my muse when we barely know each other.

A bad habit of mine in RP is being too picky with my own writing. My inactivity aside, even when I am trying to write, it takes me a really long time to get through even a single reply because I go over my writing over and over. I worry too much about whether it's good enough. I also have a hard time focusing so I'm often jumping between writing and other things. I don't like leaving replies half-finished so I sometimes won't start at all if I don't think I can finish it in a single go (though I'm trying to get better about that, I currently have a couple partially written responses in my drafts.) All this combined leads to insanely slow reply times and it's really frustrating.

#wexarethewalkingxdead #finally got around to these! thanks!#✘ || I really do appreciate our little talks ( ooc asks )

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How I run my blog

Tagged by: Stolen from the dash Tagging: Do crimes, just don’t let my ranger catch you.

Speed:

As a general rule, I am a slow roleplayer, it all depends on how active the muse is and if I am busy or not. While crossovers are fun, I have a tendency to reply to the threads from the same franchise first and focus on plotted threads. Sometimes I reply fast, sometimes I take whole months depending how busy I am.

It also depends on what character is currently the main muse. For example, Rough was my main muse for a while until he got replaced with the little can opener (affectionate) and thus became more of a secondary muse and is currently, just like the sideblogs attached to him on low activity.

Replies:

As mentioned above, characters from the same franchise and plotted things take priority for me. The way I work on my replies is that I usually let them pile up if they are not from the same franchise, because I don’t necessarily enjoy replaying to just one thing. Then, I will bury myself in drafts and will throw them out all at once.

Since I am busy during the day, I will write notes on paper for the reply if I can find the time and write the reply on there first. Then, at night when I am able to chill I copy what I wrote on the paper to my google docs - work over it, rewrite stuff or just correct any mistakes.

Starters:

You won’t see me making a starter call anymore, or rather, rarely. My go to method is interacting through memes. For some reason, starter calls stress me out. I will write one, people like it and I will be like “oh now I have to think of something and write them a starter” which is weird because that’s why I post them, but I realized that interacting through memes is so much easier for me. That said, I will gladly like a starter call if I see one. I just don’t…enjoy doing them myself.

Inbox:

Oh, I love my inbox more than I like my drafts. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love writing paragraphs because they are so much easier than shorter posts but sometimes, when I don’t want to work on my drafts but still want to write, I like answering my inbox because it’s more chill. Sometimes it becomes a looooong paragraph because I just can’t keep things short, it’s boring for me and I, including my characters just have a lot of thoughts.

It can get frustrating not having a meme to answer when you reblog a meme post, but nothing I will be truly upset over. I understand that sometimes, it might not work for the characters but because of that feeling, I try my best to send memes to others when they reblog something.

That said, I like a variety of interactions and have a tendency to spam other inboxes with memes or just random things. HOWEVER, nobody is obgliated to answer everything, especially since I know I can get carried away. Generally, I try to leave it at 4-5 things in a day. Not that I will send something every day, just when the muse spikes.

Selectivity:

Yeah, I’m strictly selective. Which is either during past experiences or that sometimes I already feel like I don’t click with a person or their writing.

Though the selectivity also depends on the muse sometimes. XR, Charmy and Rough are more outgoing people, so it’s easier to get interactions with them. But for example Savy, Eberwolf, Sierra and Ty are more reserved and prefer interacting with people they can tolerate instead of everyone.

Honest Note: Uhhh...I tend to be wary of people and I am not exactly the best at communication. I know a lot people here think that mutual = friend, but that doesn’t go for me, because it just doesn’t work like that. It requires communication and trust. You will know when I am comfortable around you. When I goof off and talk to you a lot, then I consider us friends, but not when we just met and still need time to get to know each other, which is even harder because I am bad at keeping up with conversations.

I am also a very blunt person, so I understand that this might not be everyone’s cup of tea. I try to be careful where I can, but the direct and honest approach is more my style.

#Out of energy (ooc)#new ooc tag?#new ooc tag.

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reading challenge review #4

Just finished: Days of Blood and Starlight by Laini Taylor + Dreams of Gods and Monsters by Laini Taylor

Next on schedule: Le Chien des Baskerville by Arthur Conan Doyle + Thérèse Raquin by Émile Zola

(HUGE spoilers for DOSAB volume 1 to 3)

I definitely appreciated the second volume more than the first! That's a relief, I was afraid it was going to get worse. This one was a roller-coaster of emotions, I gasped and sighed and cheered a few times so it was a good time!

There wasn't as much mentions of "beautifulness" as the first volume so that was a win, and there was significantly less romance (meaning the two main characters rarely interacted in this one so the story was allowed to be better).

I was neutral about Brimstone in the first volume, and he's dead in the second but everything we learn about him in this one made me absolutely love him! I love father figures in fiction, especially when it's found family, and his Message to Karou definitely sealed the deal of my endearment. I'm so sad we didn't get more scenes of him when he was alive...

Hazael's death was a letdown, too, but I get why it makes sense for the narrative. He would have made things easier, probably, and it's supposed to be a real struggle. Anyway, he and Mik had a very similar personality anyway, so it could have been redundant. Ziri was quite bland at first, but I progressively warmed up to him, even if his feelings for Karou were pathetic.

We learned a lot about the past, too, and it was very interesting to get to see more of Eretz and the chimaera's culture. There wasn't as much said about Seraphim culture, so they didn't feel as fleshed-out at that point, but it was still good to get to know that world better.

I liked that Earth was still relevant though, as was Zuzana. She annoys me sometimes as a character but I'm sure I would love her as a friend if she were real so it's probably just a me problem; I can totally see her being a popular favorite among fans (and it's obvious the author adores her).

As for DOGAM, it was great! The setting was chilling and amazing, with the hour-counting of the Arrival and a real focus on the threat Earth was under, even if the resolution of this plot-point felt a little anticlimactic to me. The long-awaited alliance was a relief, and it was good that it wasn't easy to get to it: the struggles were realistic and important.

I couldn't care less about Karou and Akiva together, but I could finally say that I got attached to them separately, which was not the case at the beginning of volume 2.

I had so much hope that Liraz would be aspec!! The disappointment was huge, especially since she got feelings in a matter of hours (that was ridiculous). Ziri grew to be one of my favorite characters from this story, I was desperate when I thought he'd died and exhilarated to discover that he hadn't, but their love story didn't impress me. I'm happy that they're happy, though, so it was still cute of them (if a bit embarrassing).

Eliza was an unexpected deus ex machina for that last plot-point, but it was okay, I'm not dissatisfied with the ending.

I have not LOVED the series, but I liked reading it. I definitely think that, had I had only bought the first volume, I wouldn't have bothered to read (much less buy) the second and the third. But I'm still glad I went through it all, because it wasn't a bad read in the end! It just wasn't made for my type of taste. I need to be emotionally involved with the characters first in order to like a romance, and not every story builds it up enough for me, because not every romance story is a slowburn and very often the romance is the character-building. People with different tastes than I will love the kind of romance Karou and Akiva have, but it's not a recommendation I would personally make.

I totally recommend reading Strange the Dreamer and Muse of Nightmares from the same author, though! I really should re-read them now that I've read DOSAB because I think they might be somehow linked, in a probably vague way. The first chapter was actually at the very end of DOGAM as a preview and reading it again made me remember how much I loved this duology, mostly because it was so beautifully written.

Next up: a Sherlock Holmes story to procrastinate the french classic I bought on a friend's recommendation (and that I'm dreading to get into, because ten years ago I DNF the only Zola book I ever opened)

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shipping meme // 9 & 21 // @svnsworn

9. what do you think about crossover ships? would you play any?

i’m definitely open to these, but i’ve learned that i really, really need to know the fandom and character in order to get and stay invested, at least initially. as much as i want to say i can just dive right in, my experience has been that if it’s a character i don’t know very well -- even one with a verse in a fandom i know -- it just... takes longer? for me to get truly invested? and that’s no one’s fault at all. but it’s just significantly easier for me to get / stay interested if i’m already attached to the character and already kind of interested in them.

of course, i realize i also write crossover characters so my answer is never “no.” and i’m always willing to at least give it a try, especially if i’m already friends or friendly with the mun. i just can’t jump into ship plotting and getting excited as quickly as i can with a character i already know. i’ve also found it helps me a lot if the mun who’s crossing over into the fandom of my character, is ready to go with plots and ideas for things they want to try out, and just knows what they want to do before they ask. if i don’t know your character, it’s really difficult for me to suggest which of mine might work best, or to come up with an idea. because... i don’t know them. and that just stresses me out and it is not fun for me.

( also, i might be in the minority, but reading a bio is really not enough for me to feel like i “know” a muse ? even with characters from the same canon, i really need to write some non-shippy threads to see how the characters work together. i get to know a muse by interacting with them -- ideally without the pressure / expectation of a ship. )

tl;dr -- yes, with conditions. it will go much faster and much easier if you come prepared with ideas and specific characters in mind, and don’t expect me to carry all the plotting. if i don’t know your character, i really need you to know what you want ahead of time and know how you want your character to fit into the world. that will just make things so much easier.

21. what’s something that immediately turns you off from shipping with someone?

if we don’t vibe ooc. if i get tired talking to someone ooc. if i feel like i have to walk on eggshells around someone ooc because we have different opinions on something and can’t just be adults about it. if someone doesn’t want MY portrayal but just the face of the character to be a warm body. if someone has a massive and obvious preference for my male characters but won’t even acknowledge my female characters ( and i’m not saying you HAVE to ship with anyone, but it’s pretty obvious when someone’s just hunting for the D and / or sees female characters as problems to get over ). making me do all the work to come up with a plot and keep things going. making it all about their character instead of our characters together.

and as for specific things that have actually happened that if i get a whiff of them ever again, it’s permanent goodbye: if someone tries to jump into a ship too quickly. sending me nsfw memes before we’ve ever even talked about a ship. if i ask someone to stop doing something inappropriate, ic or ooc, and they don’t stop doing it. trying to trap my muse with a pregnancy i did not agree to write. making me uncomfortable ooc because i said i’m not feeling something. bullying my other ship partners because they’re jealous. trying to make me jealous by shipping with someone else. being shitty to female characters and female OC’s. being a shithead in general.

#&. ‛ this is the voice that i was given.︐ › ooc.#that last one got pretty serious lmao i am Sorry.

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spookyscientistskeleton-moved · 2 years

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💭 grillby and fern!

Send in 💭 to find out what my muse thinks of yours || Accepting!

His tone is calm, collected, and rehearsed, as he says, 'She makes Sans happy. Isn't that all that matters?'

It was. But it also wasn't the question. He sighs.

'I think... I regret that we didn't meet under different circumstances,' he admits. 'Another time, another place, without the man I've been an utter fool over for the past twenty years as a part of the equation? Maybe... we might have been friends. She's charming. She's funny. And she still makes an effort to extend an olive branch to me, even when I've been nothing but cold and distant. We're very different people, but--I like to think we'd have gotten along.'

----

It's not that he doesn't have his insecurities when it comes to the lady in his life. There's no part of his life in the treehouse, really, that isn't marked by some measure of uncertainty and self-doubt, a fear of getting too attached to something that isn't meant for him, of having the rug pulled out from under him the second he gets too comfortable.

And yet, when it comes to her--those doubts measure smaller, and his smile is so much easier to find.

'What do I think about her? Shit, man, I'm fuckin' crazy about 'er!'

'Lo's just fun to be around. And like--we got the same kinda idea of fun a lotta the time, y'know? Ain't no better karaoke duet partner in the world, I'll tell ya that. We can spend the whole day partyin' together an' it don't get boring for a second. An' even if we're all just chillin' out at home with the Boss an' the cat, watchin' a movie or one'a Sansy's football games, it just--feels good bein' with her.'

His next laugh is a bit softer, as he rubs the back of his neck.

'And--I dunno. I always feel like she's in my corner, y'know? Not that Sans isn't, they just got different ways'a goin' about it. I just, ah... well. I was really strugglin' to stay off the sauce, when I met her an' the Boss. Had been for years. But she never... I dunno, she never thought any less of me for it. When she stopped keepin' booze in the treehouse, I don't know if she thought much of that at the time, but it was like sayin'... I didn't have to be alone in it anymore, right? That she wanted us be in it together.' His expression is fond and affectionate, albeit a bit sheepish. 'She's a great girl. Better than she gives herself credit for. Me an' the Boss... we're so lucky to have her. I'm lucky, that I get to love her.'

#alcoholism ///#hoopsheartthrob #v: skelbun on fire #it's ok grillbz you get a whole au where you get to be besties now!

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yuichiroswife · 2 years

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@s-talking asked: What is your muse’s favorite place(s) to be touched? Does your muse enjoy dirty talk? What is a fantasy your muse has? Is your muse noisy in bed? How noisy? What makes them reach that level? What is a kink your muse has? How would they bring it up to their partner?

{ First off, let me say thank you for sending an ask even though you’re the one who persuaded me. Hehe~. Given how my version of Mika is different from the canon, and the fact I mainly affiliate him with Envy, my answers will mainly only be catered towards the verse we have with Mika and Envy. Without further ado, Imma go ahead an get into it!

What is your muse’s favorite place(s) to be touched?

The small of his back, his thighs (mainly his inner thighs), the back of his neck, but most of all, Mika loves when his lover caresses his face in a gentle manner. The sensation he gets from their fingertips ghosting over his skin makes him feel like there are butterflies in his stomach, and even if this is something that happens often between the two of them, he still reacts the same exact way he had when the two of them first started out together — flustered, shy, and sometimes even a little unsure of himself. Despite his usually stoic nature, he simply can’t help himself.

Does your muse enjoy dirty talk?

Whether you believe it or not, Mika is very big on dirty talking. It doesn’t matter to him if he’s the one doing the talking or if it’s his partner, though sometime he can get carried away with it if he’s the one talking, especially during situations where he’s riled up yet isn’t supposed to be (like when he’s supposed to be preforming a specific task). Sometimes his significant other might just have to slap a hand over his mouth to make him shut up.

What is a fantasy your muse has?

To be the one pursing his lover instead of being the one who’s being pursued. To be able to chase after his lover even after the other has left him for someone else. To be able to take everything away from the person he loves so that he’s all they have left, so that they have no one else to turn to but him. He wants to have his love be 100% dependent on him for anything that requires an emotional attachment. Though given what happened in our Discord threads, that fantasy pretty much came true given how he chased Envy and killed Laila to prove himself to Envy.

Is your muse noisy in bed?

Yes, Mika is and can be noisy in bed when he wants to be. At least, so long as he isn’t trying to contain his voice for whatever reason(s). In the very beginning of his relationship with his significant other, he would have likely been prepressing his voice, but as time went on, he stopped trying entirely.

How noisy?

Extremely noisy. In fact, bopping back up to the “does your muse dirty talk” question for clarification again, he literally doesn’t know how to shut up. If Mika is enjoying something, he will make sure that his significant other is perfectly aware of it. Of course, afterwards he’ll be completely embarrassed by it and probably refused to even acknowledge it.

What makes them reach that level?

Being constantly teased or egged on by his significant other. It’s ten times easier to get a rise out of him if there’s some physical touching involved. He’s pretty good at containing himself on a daily basis when it comes to certain things, but Mika has always been like putty in his lover’s hands.

What is a kink your muse has?

Biting. Being pinned down. Having his hair pulled. Being forced to watch himself via a mirror or reflection. The thought of being caught by others during anything that can be considered intimate. To be honest, there are quite a few things that Mika is into, it’s just somewhat hard to get him to open up about them or even accept that he’s into them.

How would they bring it up to their partner?

Truthfully, due to how easily Mika get embarrassed, he likely wouldn’t even bring up such a thing to his significant other unless it’s pretty much pried out of him. He likes to keep his interests private and that much is quite obvious with how “to himself” he is. Though, if he absolutely had to bring up the subject, he would do so by kissing up to his partner and giving them as much attention as possible so they would possibly be more willing to listen to him. }

#✠ [ ' ɢɪꜰᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɢᴏᴅ. ' ] - ✡ ᴍɪᴋᴀᴇʟᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴅᴏ ✡#✠ [ ' ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɢᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ. ' ] - ✡ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs ✡#✠ [ ' ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ; ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ? ' ] - ✡ ɴsғᴡ ✡#{ FGHJKHGYFGGHJ— Oh man. I haven't written anything like this for Mika in a long time. }#{ You're really making me jump outside of my usual box huh? }#{ I hope that this is to your liking though! }#{ I know that I said the answers catered more to our threads and such... but I also didn't mention Envy by name much. }#{ Mika is a very... interesting partner to have. That's for sure. }#{ So I hope that Envy is willing to deal with him 24/7. }#✠ [ ' ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜs. ' ] - ✡ ᴀsᴋs ✡

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lockedtowers · 5 months

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me, realizing i was gon follow a few ppl but i dont have my verses or anything rly up yet: …. so anYWAYS

some fun things bc im not gonna be on a comp until tomorrow then ill only be here mon wednes and surprisingly fri/sat next week, maybe some lil funzies mostly abt cassie bc shes my baby

obvi (if u kno me if not welcome im brina my brain doesnt work) i have multiple verses im just dumb and havent posted them, i gotta rewrite a lot of them to be shorter too bc i give full character backstories for everything as it develops and ik most ppl dont wanna read that so it takes longer for me to do things bc im ‘tistic and short quick explanations is not my fortay. main doodads tho: 1, 3-7 are fantasy worlds specifically, 2 is overall in any world, 8 onwards is purely human verses

generally with other fantasy worlds, i’ll have it where cassie ended up in your universe. Whilst my Wonde/rland is largely built off my own thoughts and things now, and various points of lore, the 2009 S/yfy A/lice was a base for it. A/merican M/cgee’s Alice is the base inspo for Cassie’s cheshire cat, but she’s also her own thing. (fun fact: originally i was writing her as the d/ormouse from b/urtons wonderl/and, but as she grew further from that canon w my never writing in that universe, she became my own character ultimately and holds few similarities to her origin now, including species! but her twin brother is still ‘proper’ dormo/use, yes it makes sense, its more a title than a species in this world)

Cassie is… moldable, mentally, to say the least. When someone finds her in whatever world she ends up in, whether its a fantasy world or not (as she ofc just lives wherever in non fantasy aus) she.. tends to be easier to manipulate because she will get attached to people just for being nice to her. she isn’t used to it. it’s rare for there to be a universe where this isn’t an issue for her (also of note bc dual muse blog: willys the manipulator, and shes the manipulatee) honestly she’s morally grey anyways and doesn’t really understand morality as a whole, so if shes found by a villain and they just.. treat her like a person, she will get attached. and cassie being attached can be dangerous, not just for others, but for herself, because she’s loyal to a fault. if she makes friends w multiple ppl and they fight, she wont know what to do because she just can’t bring herself to believe either person is wrong. it’s also of note that in most fantasy verses, she’d been locked up, abandoned in a cell, for years. She doesnt tend to talk and, despite trying to push a tough and uncaring act, she’s still scared. she’s still traumatized. a lot of the time she wont even talk. this is the everything tab also so be aware she has a scar over her right eye, and her right eye is a silvery blue verses her normal blue eye. she’s also pretty much blind in her right eye, but the color is due to heterochromia. her twin brother has one blue and one green.

she is very noticeably neurodivergent when you talk to her, and as many fellow a/utistics point out, cats tend to have similar personalities to us anyways (ive seen a many point out that if you can handle a cats support needs you can handle ours lol). usually shes fixated on something, but she’ll also use trickery of the tongue to get out of things when need be. she’ll unintentionally speak in riddles that make perfect sense to her, but others feel a need to solve. however in most universes where she ends up there, i do it post her escaping after the prince of he/arts (who kept her captive for years) overthrows his mother. She ultimately traverses due to remaining look/ing glasses from before the land was taken by the Hearts. Meaning she cannot get back on her own. But, she also does not want to.

It’s very important for the author to be aware that she cannot tell a lie. Muses not understanding is fine, because how would they know when cassie doesn’t know her own heritage in most verses (o/uat is currently pmuch the only fantasy verse where she was raised by her parents, making her aware shes the princess of spades, and aware shes a witch, but still unaware that the reason she cant lie is because shes a fae halfling) Cassie is a Fae Halfling, and fae/witch hybrid. The Fae half itself is a hybrid of Seelie and Unseelie like her father. I use pieces of real lore and pieces of my own here, but it doesnt really come up in writing much anyways. but she cannot lie to anyone, it physically tears into her flesh the moment words leave her lips. the only thing she can do is use trickery words to mis-explain, and even then it can titter the line.

Her cheshire invisibility comes from shapeshifting to match her surroundings, but beyond that she mostly can just change her hair color, slightly change her face for short periods of time, or as most often used and the longest shes capable of holding, turning into a silver blue cat.

fae wise her powers are largely elemental, water focused, and she doesnt know how it works. the faerie power she has most control over involves her own blood, which she can turn into crystalized weapons when shes bleeding. most often she’ll be using her witch abilities. in some aus, your character may see she has strange looking bands on her wrists and locked into place, meant to look like bracelets but unable to be removed. They’re power blockers placed on her by the prince of h/earts to ensure she couldn’t break out again. they keep her from using her powers, from healing, and otherwise.

her makeup made her an omen to the remaining fae of wo/nderland, which there arent many left there. they wanted to slaughter her father as well, but never managed to make it as he was too brutally powerful for them, either. The Fae had believed a seelie/unseelie hybrid, let alone a fae/witch hybrid, would bring death upon the whole of their kind. Ironically… Cassie’s technically a necromancer, and can give part of herself to bring others back to life permanently, or use weaker magic to bring them back temporarily. As such, when she dies, she tends to always come back, and oft with more power than before, and even less self control. She’s also the only reason her twin brother is still alive, but he wont admit to that.

purely human verses, she still doesn’t lie, but it largely relates more to the a/utism than anything else. she doesn’t like to lie in the first place, but has little qualms about confusing others when they get confused by her speaking normally. she doesn’t see a point in fixing that, especially when she can simply say a confusing, convoluted version of the truth to get out of actually admitting anything.

usually, because when i first wrote her a few years ago i actually combined her and this canon iteration (as shes basically what cassie would become if pushed fully to the limit) whos name i took, i’ll have her be the adopted daughter (and bio relative) of A/lcina D/imitrescu, with her sharing that name. Meaning she’s in her family’s wine business. She’s much more distrusting of men, between nearly being killed by one after watching him kill most of her family, kidnapped by him for blackmail until she found a way out, and her mother (alcina’s) own severe hatred of them. but still, honestly, if you’re nice to her she’s probably gonna get confused and fall for it.

theres also verses w @mastermiinded where shes E/llington F/eints daughter, thats probably the most normal cassie you’ll ever get if you want those but also she has a mom who loves her and was raised in a universe heavily involving a cult. she’s kind of bitchier tbh LOL

funnily enough, she is still always ready to attack at any given moment.

she knows a lot of knife tricks, and many would argue she likely belongs in a circus of some sort. she doesn’t like that argument, but she does know how to do multiple knife tricks, swallow swords, and do various slight of hand tricks. all while being blind in her right eye.

put in a multitude of self defense training, and for a brief time was even made her mothers bodyguard, she knows how to fight and she knows how to kill. whether or not she wants to is its own debacle.

if someone is out to get her and sb else tries to help, shes not gonna be cool w it bc she doesnt want others risking themselves for her, and it makes her feel like shes been kidnapped and locked up all over again.

#out.#tbt #anwyays #kidnapping cw #abuse cw #ig its like implied

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absinthe-and-tea · 3 years

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Hii, you wrote slashers and s/o with big boobs, but what about the opposite? S/o with small boobs who is insecure about that and feels less like a woman?

Btw I love your writing and your headcanons. They make my day ♥

I myself have pretty tiny boobs soooo- also I got this request twice kinda so I hope you guys dont mind me putting them into one ❤ Also super happy you like my stuff!!

P.S. I got half way through this and had to start over cause Tumblr deleted my progress 🙃

Slasher HCs || S/O W/ Small Breasts

Warnings: N//SFW

Jason Voorhees

He loves you no matter what. Honestly he loves how small they are. They easily fit in his hands, making it easier to touch all of you in a shorter amount of time.

If he sees you're down about them, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and pick you up gently. He'll then proceed to cover them in kisses.

He can't speak so he often uses his hands or mouth to praise them in other ways.

Loves running his thumb over your nipple to watch the small bud harden from his touch.

When you're intimate with him he makes sure to give them lots of attention. He prefers using his hands, loving how soft they are.

He's always loved them so he'll always continue to touch them and whatnot.

Michael Myers

He's fairly indifferent about them. He prefers was anyways.

Doesn't really compliment them or pay much attention to them the first time you two are intimate.

He doesn't notice how you feel for a while but when he finds you criticizing them though, it's fair game.

Will start coming up behind you, running his hands up your sides and to your breasts to engulf them in his large hands and gently squeeze.

He loves messing with them, that includes lightly pinching them. But he loves using his mouth on the more. Beware, he will nip and bite just hard enough to get a reaction from you.

Even after he's convinced you they are perfect, he'll continue touching them abd whatnot cause he'll have realized how much he likes them on you.

Brahms Heelshire

He's a manchild. And it shows. He definitely prefers bigger but he's alright with small breasts too.

100% has an oral fixation. Meaning he'll suck on them a lot. Whether he's partially laying on your lap or if you're on his lap stradling him, he's gonna have his mouth on them.

He'll say something about wishing they were bigger, not thinking about how it would make you feel.

If you start wearing sweaters more often or staring into mirrors longer, silently judging yourself, he'll start to take notice.

He'll start to grope them more and give them more attention while whispering how much he loves them.

He's an ass sometimes. But he loves you and your body. He'll make sure you know it too.

The Other

He's not home often and when he is, he spends a lot of time with his daughter but the moment its just you two, he's immediately walking towards you like a predator stalking it's prey.

He doesn't care about your boob size at all or if you have a nice ads. He just loves you.

When you cuddle, he'll always have a hand under your shirt. Either resting on your tummy or one of your breasts. Usually the latter.

If he sees how much you resent them, he'll show his love for them and your vidy in general by getting you lingerie.

The moment he sees you in it, you're getting thrown on the bed and getting the best night of your life.

Prepare to always be worshipped.

Vincent Sinclair

He loves them. No matter what, you are his muse. His inspiration.

He loves putting his hands on your sides and gently running his thumbs underneath them, against your ribs. Almost like he's sculpting a masterpiece.

He adores that they are small because he can pull your body even closer to his. He loves feeling all of you.

He prefers using his hands on them but he will gladly suckle on them as well. He's a bit shy though so you'll have to tell him you want it.

Absolutely hates that you feel badly about habing small boobs. So, he'll make countless sculptures, paintings, and drawings of you. He'll have so many things of just you that it feels as though he knows your body better than yourself.

Bo Sinclair

Another ass man but a nice set tits is great too. And that includes yours.

He enjoys them. How soft they are especially. His hands are very rough from doing mechanic work on the side so he enjoys the difference in softness.

If you say anything bad about them or judge them, he'll sit you on his lap and suckle them until you're writhing on top of him from sensitivity.

Not afraid to grope you in front of others or slide his hand under your shirt. Your his and he'll make that known real quick.

Loves to leave bitemarks and bruises on them to show you how much he likes them and how much he fully claims them and you.

Lester Sinclair

He likes boobs in general. Small or not. He just really likes the soft mounds.

Loves the feeling of your soft, squishy flesh under his hands and your hardened nipple brushing against his palm.

Gets super wide-eyed and excited if you wear lingerie that lets your breasts hang out. He'll sit there in awe until you get on his lap.

The moment you're on him, he's on you. Licking and nipping them softly, his hands gently groping and squeezing.

His heaven is either his head between your legs or against your breasts so expect him in either place at least once a night.

Solomon Goode

He worships every bit of you. You are his love after all and he would do anything to make you happy.

He enjoys the fact he can hold you close to his chest without large breasts in the way.

Enjoys teasing you every so often when in passing or not busy with work around the house or garden.

Seeing you topless makes his throat go dry and he begins hesitantly walking to you. You'll have to give him the okay to touch you but once you do, his mouth is attached to one of your nipples. His hand moving to rub the other.

He loves your softness and the smell of flowers that seems to surround you without your knowing. Being so close to you and tasting you is intoxicating to him.

Will always compliment them when he gets a good view. He'll never let you feel down about yourself. And if someone does something to make you feel that way, oops. Where'd they go?

Harry Warden

He's so happy anytime he can touch them. For a while though he won't take his gloves off, afraid you'll find him repulsive.

Though once he does and he feels the soft flesh for the first time, he'll never want to let go.

He loves the small mounds almost as much as he hates Valentine's Day. Between the softness of your flesh and the way your nipples harden at his touch, he's completely addicted to them.

Enjoys covering them in kisses while he praises you and compliments you. You're his precious lover after all.

Expect him to compliment them every time he sees you once he realizes you think they aren't perfect. They are gorgeous. Just like you.

Bubba Sawyer

Absolutely loves them. He couldn't even mildly dislike anything about you. You're perfect in his eyes. He'll even make you sundresses that show them off perfectly.

Though be careful when wearing said sundress because he'll get distracted by you really quick, causing him to forget about his work.

When laying in bed he'll always have a hand on one of your breasts subconsciously. Not even on purpose most times, he just wants to hold you.

Definitely another with an oral fixation. He enjoys gently playing with your hardened nipples with his tongue when in a more intimate moment.

Won't publicly do anything like groping because he's a good boy but will attempt to compliment you. You'll know what he's trying to say when he does.

Thomas Hewitt

Very handsy with you once your relationship starts to take off. Your breasts being something that fascinates him despite the size.

When you two are cuddled up in bed he will lightly run his fingertips over them to watch the goosebumps form and your nipples harden.

His favorite thing to do is grab your sides and use his thumbs to rub the little nubs. His eyes will wonder from your breasts to your face, wanting to catch the faces you make.

After a while he'll attach his mouth to one, his eyes never leaving your face. He adores how much pleasure he can give you from something so small.

His opinion when you bring up how you feel about them is "Good things come in small packages."

Eddie Gluskin

Well you already have a one up on his exes. They didn't even have anything at all. Barely even mosquito bites.

He'll run his fingertips over the mounds, lightly pressing down to see the small squish it makes.

You're his perfect bride. His Darling. So different from the whores he was with before. Your body is something else to him.

The mounds may be small but boy does he praise them and cover them in affection.

If you ask, he'd be happy to add an modifications to your wedding dress to make you feel better about them.

Though he'll need to do a lot of... Researching... To make sure he gets the measurements right.

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