#and average people might still suck! which is why again and again

[evilminji]

The Anti-Ecto Acts... could literally start WW3

I am sitting here, contemplating China. The country. Literally one of THE OLDEST countries. With a truely massive population. And... I will admit my ignorance. But from what I have heard? They are big on honoring the Dead.

Their Dead.

The Dead of China. Hundreds of millions of souls. Which, statistically, would mean the average human ghost has a good chance to come from the region. And they are not alone.

Again, my ignorance curses me, but if my general knowledge is to be believed? It is a common practice in Asianic Countries. Oh sure, they won't argue there might be BAD ghosts. But that's to be expected! There are bad PEOPLE! They die.

They have monks and priests for such things. Specialists. Ancient problem, tried and true solutions. They move on and have lunch, consider what options there are for dinner. Business of the day and all that.

But THEN.

Fanatics from the West. Painting themselves as Men Of Science, not only dare to play god, but tear open a hole to THE AFTERLIFE? And start ATTACKING indiscriminately? They stand before an international stage and spew clearly bigoted pseudoscience, to justify their genocide, while ALSO letting God's and demons run roughshod over the WORLD, just so they can try to convince everyone they have the right to MURDER YOUR ANCESTORS?

They OPENED THAT GATE! They LET THEM OUT! There is a difference, culturally, for many of your countries between the soul of a dead man (powers be damned) and a SPIRIT OF LIVING STORMS.

You are not IDIOTS. Tigers are dangerous. Wolves are dangerous. But someone walking into a crowded mall and releasing frightened wild animals DOES NOT mean we go into the wilds and start killing! We charge the madmen you attacked innocent people!

The fact that tigers and wolves are dangerous IS NOT NEW. The fact that the souls of the dead are dangerous is ALSO not new! It is not malicious. It is INHERENT. A state of being. That is why they are not encouraged to linger! We love them, but this world is not built for them. It is fragile and barren, built for the living.

But dear sweet FUCK, the WROTH.

How? Many countries EXACTLY. How many religions? SPECIFICALLY honor and protect the dead. Declare in no uncertain terms, the SANCTITY of the soul?

How many people have LOST somebody? A friend, a lover, a CHILD.

And in one breath you give them hope then THREATEN it? "They may still be out there... we are going to brutally torture them to death. Because your loved ones are animals to us."

The UN would have the SINGLE most ugly, barely contained, riot imaginable. Spiritual Leaders would be tearing CHUNKS out of the US. The Pope, the Dalai Lama, you name it. You can NOT invade THE AFTERLIFE and not have it IMMEDIATELY become a religious concern.

Not to mention the international SAFETY concern. One countries actions? Unleashing beings that can effect the GLOBAL ECOSYSTEM? The ENTIRE planets weather? Plunged EVERYONE into Eternal Sleep??! How can that not be considered DILBERATE after the first one!

Your grand idea is to ANTAGONIZE them? Make MORE of them come through??

"Kill death itself". You fanatical NUTJOBS! That's not even a NEW hypothetical! That ends HORRIFICLY for literally EVERYONE. Eternal starvation, suffocation, crushing, and worse! We suck the planet dry, over populate so horrifically we end up BURIED UNDER OUR OWN CHILDREN, and suffer FOREVER without the release of death!

You fucking MORONS! Eternal life is a well known CURSE!

Their science is shaky at best, hardly peer reviewed. DEEPLY unethical. And clearly dangerous! Radioactive!!! In a population center?! How many innocent people have been exposed!?

And if the Ghost are reaching OUT? Imagine meeting long dead countrymen, who come to you fearing for their very SOULS. Who have lived in peace. Unknown to you, for CENTURIES. Who beg you, in YOUR native tounge, to help. Talks of people disappearing. Fear and desperation.

This is not to say world leaders are great and benevolent figures, free of greed or sin. Nor their governments. But it is quite another thing entirely, when they talk... and all you can think is "you are talking about my dead father. My late wife. My deceased son."

When they spew their HATE. And back hand your loved ones by doing so.

What powerful person has not lost SOMEBODY.

All this? And I have not even TOUCHED on the shit storm DC would add on top. The Drama? The IMMEDIATE near certain SMITING? You want to MURDER Superman's FAMILY??? I'd say pick a god and pray, but you've already made enemy of ALL of them.

So... good luck and get fucked?

@hdgnj @the-witchhunter @stealingyourbones @nerdpoe

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #minji rambles #humans LOVE them some dead people #your anti bullshit is NOT welcome at their table #local ethics board weeps blood at sight of Fenton Research #just wait until them an OASHA see the Labs!

[honey-beann]

Okay this might be kind of weird, but could I request some Nines headcannons about how he is with an s/o with long hair? Idk I just feel like he might have particular interactions or things to say about it and I was curious what your take on something likke this might be?

Nines with an S/O who has long hair

Note: Hi Anon! Thanks so much for the request, I had a ton of fun with this! (and as someone with incredibly long hair, it is absolutely not self-serving in the slightest, nuh uh, no way, no how.)

(it definitely is lol).

I hope that you enjoy!

Okay so here's the thing, I know that people might assume that being in a relationship with someone who has long hair is no different than being in a relationship with someone with short/medium length hair, and in a lot of ways, they're absolutely right.

That said, being in a relationship with an android like Nines, who is far more observant than the average man, and a lot more curious about the human body and all of its particular intricacies, would definitely mean that he's more interested in/aware of the subtle impacts that hair lengths and the ways they are managed can have on life style.

For example, I think he would find it interesting how much more upkeep longer hair can require (though this also depends on texture), the increased frequency with which it seems to shed or fall out, and of course, the vast number of styling techniques and designs that can be used on longer hair.

He definitely likes to touch it a lot, and may even offer to brush it for you or help you to style it in some particular way (though there is a 90% chance that you'll have to ask him to so he doesn't risk letting you know how much he likes the feeling of it beneath his fingertips).

Absolutely will braid your hair though, and he always gets the sectioning even, so that's a huge plus.

That said, he will never cease to tease you about how inconvenient your hair can be at times.

If he ever sees you pull a hair out of your food, or find one essentially threaded into a garment of yours (or his), he will immediately remind you of your choice to wear your hair as long as you do (and you can't even argue that it isn't yours with him, because he's already scanned it to prove otherwise).

If you have any form of hair care routine outside of showering, he loves to watch you go through it, eyes both curious and amused at the same time as he takes in your techniques and learns why you utilize them.

If you don't do anything outside of the shower though, don't fret, because he is a big fan of shampooing your hair if you'll let him, and he will never fail to let you know if you should still be rinsing anything out.

"There's still shampoo on your roots" as you walk out of the bathroom, prompting you to simply turn around and start the shower up again with a sigh.

Can and will scan your hair products for bad ingredients and let you know how unwise it is to use them (though he sucks at giving positive feedback in that area, so if you want to know what might be good, you would probably have to ask him directly).

"That is going to dry out your hair."

"That isn't for your hair type."

"Reviews state that this makes consumers' hair fall out after a few weeks of use."

"There is a known carcinogen in that hair mask."

Bro is relentless in his product complaints (but it's only because he cares about the health of both you and your hair lol).

He definitely doesn't quite understand why anyone would choose to keep their hair so long if it can make caring for it so much more complex, but he certainly doesn't mind it as long as you keep letting him entertain himself by playing with it or helping you to try out new/different styles.

Oh, but regardless of whether or not you're in a relationship with him, if you work together, he absolutely loathes your long hair (at least some of the time).

Definitely thinks that it gets in the way far too often and that it's annoying that you have to take the time to put it up just to keep it away from your face during the work day.

Has absolutely been smacked with your hair before while standing behind you without you realizing.

Cannot stand it when you wine about the heat while choosing to have so much hair trapping warmth in against the back of your neck.

Has absolutely contemplated cutting it off himself before.

Becomes rather amused at watching you attempt to de-tangle it after a particularly rigorous chase or anything similar, and thinks of it as karma for you choosing to have longer hair in a field like law enforcement.

(Secretly likes finding your hairs on his work chair after you've sat in it though, and was weirdly endured when he found a hair of yours stuck to his jacket for the first time).

masterlist

AO3

#request #dbh headcanons #dbh x reader #dbh x reader headcanons #dbh nines x reader #nines x reader #nines rk900

[yandere-fics]

Sir Raphael

♡ "Forgive me Dear Sunflower, you leave me speechless every time I see you." ♡

She's a worshipping yandere, you are the best thing to happen to her and a beast like her is truly unworthy of such a soothing presence in her life, that doesn't mean she will let you go however, while she acknowledges she has spilled too much blood to be worthy of standing near you, she is also quite jealous and very willing to spill again. Not to mention if she is a pest in your presence, anyone else is an insect who must be crushed. If she feels you drifting she will manipulate the court in any way she needs to, in order to bring who back towards her.

♡ "Call me Raffie, Dear Sunflower. It would be disgrace to have you refer to me formally." ♡

Her name is Raphael and she doesn't come from any noble family despite having been on the council of royal advisors for the last three generations. If you must refer to her formally then calling her Sir will make her blush and sputter.

♡ "I've been alive the last two centuries Dearest Sunflower, it's a tad hard to speak in definitives, especially when you ask such a question so close to my face." ♡

She's 210, she was there for the succession war but did not get involved, mostly because no one asked for her aid. No one in the kingdom even asks why she's still around anymore, she's just assumed as an average part of life. She roughly stopped aging at 31.

♡ "I have a fondness for the company of women, sadly none till you have been able to meet my... taste." ♡

She's a lesbian and everyone she's dated has had gross blood.

♡ "I'm one of the Crown Princess's closest advisors on the council, at times when she is away she expects me to know what she would like done." ♡

To be exact she is the lead advisor, she has seen how previous kings have fallen flat and makes sure Theanna has as much knowledge as she possibly can to avoid their fates.

♡ "I enjoy a nice stroll in the evening hours, perhaps a walk in the gardens when the Princess feels generous enough to allow me a stroll, sadly those strolls mean nothing if I don't have a companion with me, how about we remedy this issue?" ♡

She can walk in the sunlight however it weakens her and she feels faint and must feast afterwards to recuperate.

♡ "I despise those who would dare to not know where their place is, it irks me truly when those flies approach My Dearest Sunflower." ♡\

She also doesn't like parties very much because too many people try to suck up to her and her darling to get favors.

♡ "I'm particularly good at sniffing out which members of our court might cause extra... issues. Would you like me to tell you everyone who it would behoove you not to cohort yourself with?" ♡

She's skilled at reading people which is how she managed to come from nothing and attain such a high position amongst the kings for two centuries. She also has a very good nose and can tell who has good blood without ever biting or spilling their blood.

♡ "It truly is magnificent that I am able to be at your side, I adore you more than it is possible for you to know, you need not reciprocate, it is more than enough to be at your side Sunflower." ♡

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #my oc Raffie

[foggyparadisecandy]

"Hypnosis can't make you do what you don't want" and other lies

I'm honestly sick to death of B--bi S--ep and other abusive files being written off as harmless fun.

And I'm pretty disheartened by the number of people who speak to me and hear my warnings and think it sounds fun.

And that's how these files are so effective. They prey on people who want to bliss out and escape the stress of the real world.

But these aren't that. These files are damaging and can permanently FUCK YOU UP.

I speak from direct experience and I still struggle with no longer knowing what fantasies are mine and which were implanted.

Now some may be thinking that I'm weak or having a laugh.

Neither is true.

In many ways, I'm just like you. I'm an average person who just listened to hypno files to escape my baggage for a bit.

I just wanted to bliss out and get dumb and just ... be free of all the personal responsibilities and concerns and woes and all of it.

I've been listening to hypnosis files for over a decade with no problems.

With B--bi S--ep, I've had nothing but problems.

EROSION OF YOUR TRUE SELF IS NOT A TEMPORARY THING

This stuff is seductive and it is well done, professionally done, to make you feel good as hell. That makes you want to return again and again.

And every pass makes you want it more. It makes you intentionally forget what is being said in the files. It makes you stupider and hornier and forgetful so you forget what memories are yours and what ideas are yours.

I can tell you with 100% certainty that I can remember sucking cocks of the entire football team under the high school bleachers. And I can also tell you with 100% certainty that that did not fucking happen.

And it layers in the new personality over and over and over and over again. And it literally buries your old personality deep within you as in a box, covered up and getting smaller and weaker each time.

And even with this warning, I will have people saying "oh fuck, that sounds so hot".

Seriously ... I feel bad for you if you really think that sounds hot.

It's destructive. It's ruination. It's not healthy. It's not fun. Love yourself more!

HYPNOSIS VERSUS CONDITIONING And you might say to yourself - or as likely, hear it from a "bad daddy" trying to convince you to go deeper - "hypnosis can't make you do anything you don't want."

There is a reason why they call it the B--bi *CULT*.

If you have ever had a family member fall into a crazy conspiracy theory, you've seen it happen.

It's not a "ha ha listen to this file once and every time you hear the word PURPLE you act like a puppy" experience.

It's slow and steady conditioning process that works at you, and works at you, and works at you, to install new behaviors, new desires, new feelings, new memories, and a new dominant personality.

The end goal is full erasure of your old personality.

And I already posted about the abusers lining up the door who will have no regard for you or your well-being. They will be there - and you will seek them out! - to trigger you and push you and drive you and convince you to go further.

Stop considering it hypnosis for a moment. Go enjoy a nice hypnosis file. Get that trigger installed to bark like a dog when you hear the word "purple."

Hell - I'll join you for that and we'll have lots of laughs together.

B--bi S--ep is CONDITIONING. The term “conditioning” is even used repeatedly in the files.

It's conditioning you to the effects. Like a cult. Easing you slowly and steadily into a new set of behaviors. A new way of thinking.

This stuff works. It's been routinized and mapped out. Cults are real. Conspiracy theories abound because jerks know how they work and use the levers and systems to spread their garbage.

It's powerful. It's effective.

And you are not immune.

Play safe. I totally understand how seductive the appeal is to listen.

Find something safer. Please.

And for anyone that wants, I have a guided meditation process that I do to help you uncover your Rock of Protection that helps protect you and gives you strength - in and out of trance, no matter how deep you are. The Rock is there to help you break free and be strong against unwanted triggers and compulsions.

If you are interested in it, I'm happy to help you find it within you so you can play safely.

#hypnosis #mind control #bambi #bambisleep #bambi4eva #bambi forever #brainwashing #hypnotized #hypnokink #hypno pet #hypnosub #hypnoslut #hypnotic #hypnotism #safeandsane #consensual #trancing #safe play #on topic

[rwby-is-the-best]

thinking about how differently ruby's life could have been had she not gone to beacon two years early

she was a prodigy & moving two years ahead she was still mostly above average in fighting skill (i think), so back in signal she might get to pyrrha nikos levels of skill. and she'd still have all her mysterious signal friends, of which I'm guessing there are at least four (she'd been going there for a while, probably long enough to outweigh the awkwardness?) and signal doesn't assign teams so she might have a bunch of friends she could work not quite as well with but more people overall to keep in touch with after the fall of beacon. since signal is more of a high school than a university, there's probably more locals going there than out-of-country students, and i got the feeling patch was pretty close to it since both tai and qrow taught there, so after communication is down, ruby would still be able to meet with most of her friends.

i think if ruby didn't use her silver eyes, qrow wouldn't have broken the news about everything to her unless he really thought they were already halfway to the endgame. instead he'd focus on training both his nieces and prepare them for what's coming as best as he could.

I don't think yang would ride out looking for her mom if ruby is still there, due to the responsibility of looking after ruby and also a big part of why she found raven was just to get to ruby, so maybe instead they'd set out together with a route that stops through every town they have a friend in, and they check up on as many friends as possible and they distribute supplies and messages and accumulate team members that way, until they inevitably get sucked into the ozpin problems again.

or maybe they stay at the house, qrow running around picking up intel and arguing with raven while tai pushes up his sleeves and goes back to teaching. ruby goes to school. yang misses her friends. she might try teaching at signal, but her unresolved inner turmoil would make it not go well. no, they'd have to set out eventually.

maybe after a long trip of uncovering secrets and finding people, ruby and yang hug each other and then go their separate ways, yang getting her team(s) together (not forgetting JNPR) (hahah maybe weiss successfully got to pyrrha this time and it's team PWBY) (ozpin would not make pyrrha leader. or weiss. BWPY, pronounced blupee) and ruby working with her network of undergrad huntresses, both groups chasing down different ends of the Lore until they're united again, both groups stronger than before but also irreversibly changed. i feel like the beacon + white fang gang could handle the haven academy finale without ruby, and then ruby and co could take down the leviathan or something, and then both groups work together in atlas to evacuate everyone but people still fall and there's still volume 9.

would ruby still be under so much pressure if she hadn't gone to beacon? would the weight of leading all those students and having silver eyes still weigh as much if she'd had more time to be a kid? to make mistakes? she'd still have that following-in-her-mom's-footsteps-a-little-too-closely problem, which is a pretty big one. but with more time with normaller knees, with tai and qrow preparing her as best as they can...

she might still be doomed even then

#also interesting to think of how blake being team leader would go #she would probably be wracked with guilt about not being honest with her team #and then when the news comes out weiss is like I CAN'T BELIEVE OZPIN MADE A TERRORIST OUR TEAM LEADER INSTEAD OF MEEEEEE #it would definitely push blake out of her comfort zone but i feel like she could do it #rwby #greenlight volume 10 #greenlight rwby volume 10 #rwby au #rwby ua #ruby rose #yang xiao long #ruby rose rwby

[momotonescreaming]

I'm absolutely obsessed with your latest story. This was exactly how I imagine those two would interact.

I don't get the notion why people insist Nancy would be a good teacher and tutor the others. I mean she is smart, but also too literal. She follows things to a tee and if you question anything she says she would blame it on you not getting it. She's not someone who thinks too much out of the box, which is required for being a good teacher. And with Eddie struggling so hard to graduate, she would make things worse lol. Both wouldn't get the other, which would lead to a huge fight.

And I don't mean that to hate on Nancy, in fact I might be heavily projecting here because I'm kinda the same. I was above average in school but I could never teach anyone anything because I had only one way and if people didn't get it I couldn't really help. Tho I wouldn't make passive aggressive comments like Nancy I would apologize all the time for not being more helpful lmao (bc I'm a people pleaser lol)

But yes also if you think Nancy would like Eddie after witnessing his probably daily speeches in the cafeteria that we live in a society? Girl would run out before Eddie set his first foot on the table. (Also again heavily projecting here because I would run out because Eddie would be too much to handle for me. Robin I could handle because she is like my best friend but Eddie? He would drive me insane lmao) Those two are polar opposites and I love reading about the tensions. <333

thank you so much for the ask nonnie! and thank you for reading and liking my lil ficlet 🥺🥺🥺 every time someone says thats exactly how they picture eddie and nancy I get a little bit stronger

I feel like a lot of people automatically assume that smart= good teacher, when you're right, that couldn't be further from the truth. You need to be adaptable, have creative thinking, you need to admit that you can't be right all the time in order to be a teacher. And Nancy does not have that. You're 100% right that Nancy is a steamroller, she is on train tracks. If you don't follow her way (the right way, according to her) then you're wrong. You're not getting it. You're just not trying, because there's no way that she's admitting that she can be wrong.

That's not automatically a bad thing! Thank you for sharing! I totally understand you're not trying to hate on Nancy. Neither am I. You can like a character, can think they're interesting, and point out their flaws at the same time. She's a teenager! She's very particular! She likes things in order! And that's not bad! It's what you do with it, and how you let it affect your life - that's where the issues arise.

And oh my god the cafeteria speeches. She'd hate him. She'd think he's annoying and unhygienic, standing on tables like he does. Putting his shoes where people eat? Ew. She'd sit there silently judging and hoping for him to shut up and sit down. She'd hope he graduates already so he can get out of her hair. (Then of course they get lumped together with the Upside Down).

When Eddie was deep in his high school hierarchy bullshit - he'd think Nancy was a suck up conformist for getting good grades and going after the most popular guy in school. But in S4 he changes! He realises that he's been making assumptions based on nothing! He gets along with Steve! And idk I don't see Nancy changing that much. At least, not with the way canon has her at the moment. Because she doesn't lol. Yeah, she has guns now, but she's still a steamroller of a woman who can't see any other way than hers.

Idk they're very different people! They're complicated! And I think the upside down would make them end up as friendly acquaintances, but that's it

#ask #anonymous #thank you for sharing! about your study habits and such #and thank you for reading and liking my characterisation #im aaaaaaa

[houseofbrat]

I suspect she is going to be more reclusive for the next year or two.

Why do you think that? Apart from ending the treatment and then taking some time to recover (weight, body, etc?). Do you think she is pissed with W/KP or else to take such decision? Or why?

Also, do you really think that Will semi-hiding is due to not face more people in public? Anxiety? Not wanting to answer to people when they ask about K (controlling privacy)?

For one, KP's statements in this whole debacle starting from the beginning of the year don't hold up to scrutiny.

KP comms team have said that William missed Constantine's memorial service on 27 Feb due to finding out about Kate's cancer diagnosis. They also said she started her "preventative chemotherapy" at the end of February. However, William was able to still work and do his regular light load of engagements at the end of February and early March when this supposedly happened.

Usually when people start a huge regimen of chemo, supportive family members & friends take time off at the beginning because there are so many unknowns going through the first round. That's not to say that people cannot take time off later as things progress, but usually the first day of school is a big deal, not the twelfth.

So Workshy Will was working when Kate was allegedly recovering from her first round of "preventative chemotherapy," if you examine their timeline. Hmm, okay.

Second, as I said before, "I’ve never heard of a person undergoing “preventative chemotherapy” needing extensive renovations to their personal real estate to improve their health, particularly when they already have above average living space." I have no doubt The Sun's real estate sources are correct in that Will & Kate are renovating and extending out the Adelaide Cottage building, but the added notes of Kate needs it to help her recovery are complete bullshit. The only reason that is in there is because Kate is not going to be out in public much of this year. KP comms team is doing positive leaks like this one right now because they can. Well, before she becomes a pariah and people don't want to see her. If you read that Sun article again, you'll realize the undertone is that Kate needs to be away in a protective bubble away from the public for a significant period of time. KP knows it, and so do some other people. And it's clearly a longer period of time than anyone would need for "preventative chemotherapy."

Three, yes, William is going to semi-hide from the public. He can't completely hide from the public because he's not dying, and he doesn't have a valid excuse to not be in public, unlike Kate right now. William has always been an anxious person, even though his die-hard fans can't admit it. So, yeah, I'm not surprised he's going to semi-hide from the public. He'll do the big engagements, such as Trooping, Garter, etc., because he doesn't have to engage with the public. Doubtful he'll do Wimbledon because Kate clearly isn't going to go to Wimbledon. They have to interact with members of the public at Wimby, which is why it's not going to happen.

Will & Kate don't want people yelling at them. Will might be able to suck it up and take it right now, but there is no way that Kate would be able to muster through something like that until next year. Maybe.

#ask #my gif #flashing gif #pr games #strategery #lies lies lies #kensington palace #palace officials #Prince & Princess OWN GOALS #William The Prince of OWN GOALS #The Workshy Waleses #Workshy Will #William The Terrible #William The Weak #kate middleton #Catherine The Princess of Wales #Wales fandom ARMAGEDDON #Adelaide Cottage

[arodabi]

I got oc brain rot so I’m just gonna ramble about stuff below the cut

I’m trying to force myself to share my ideas more lol

So main plot line is a guy wakes up in the woods at night next to a body who’s clearly been shot in the head, also he’s holding the gun. Unfortunately he has like zero memory at all, no idea who he is or where he is. He also feels like shit because he’s been hit in the head and shot in the shoulder. He also can tell something is wrong with his left eye and feels bandages around it but doesn’t want to mess with anything. He tries to look around to piece together what happened but it starts to rain and something about the woods make him uneasy. He takes the dead guys jacket bc it’s not like he’s using it and starts walking. As he’s walking he finds a business card in the pocket. He takes it out and can just barely make out the writing in the faint moonlight. It’s for a private investigator named Edward Lawson. He tries to think of if it sounds familiar but still can’t remember anything. He figures he can investigate later and puts it away. He starts to hear more and more strange noises through the trees and walks faster and faster until he’s running. He makes a turn around a tree and runs right into a large man. The guy looks normal except he’s wearing an old gas mask with tubes connected to nothing. The guy helps him up and tells him there’s a town not too far and that he’ll take him there to see the doctor. The man introduces himself and asks for main guys name. He panics and can only think about the card he found so he says his name is Edward. They head into town and it’s like a normal average small town except everyone’s wearing gas masks. Everyone looks at Edward weird, at least he assumes they’re giving him weird looks but they’re all wearing the masks so it’s just The Vibe. The guy takes him to a house and tells him the doctor there can help him and leaves to do small town farmer stuff. The doctor answers the door and he’s also wearing a gas mask but once he welcomes Edward in he takes it off. When asked about the masks he says it’s a part of the local religion. He doesn’t follow it but it’s better just to wear one out in public and blend in. Edward introduces himself the best he can and the doctor gives him a strange look for a second before introducing himself. He looks over Edward and does minor wound cleaning. As he’s doing it though Edward notices he’s not really acting like a doctor would. He keeps getting minor things wrong and stuff. Also Edward has no idea why he knows any of the medical stuff. They chat a bit and then Edward decides to come clean about waking up in the woods with no memory. He does leave out the dead guy he might have shot though. The doctor acts really surprised about the story and then excuses himself. Edward uses this time to snoop around the room. He finds a bunch of weird writings and stuff that looks like a bible but it’s just full of weird passages and math and schematics for machines. He’s starting to get freaked out again and decides to just book it. He leaves the room and tries to find a way out of the house. He passes a window and below he can see the doctor talking to another townsperson. He looks really upset and when Edward tries to listen through the glass he swears that he can hear the man talking about him. He looks for any way he can to get out and finds a window on the back side of the house overlooking the roof of the lower floor. He finds another gas mask hanging in one of the rooms and grabs it before climbing out the window and down to the ground, which sucks bc he was just shot in the arm and undisclosed amount of time ago. He puts the gas mask on hoping it will help him blend in in the town. As he’s running away from the house though the doctor spots him and chases after him along with some other towns people. Edward runs through the town which it’s pretty lively considering it’s very late at night. Eventually he looses the doctor in the crowd ducks back into the woods. He pulled off the gas mask so he can see better and stuffs it into the jacket pocket. He keeps running for what feels like ages until his feet hit something that looks like a dirt road.

Without many good options he picks a direction and follows the road. After a little while a truck pulls up and the man inside asks him what the hell he’s doing so far out at this time of night. Edward panics and says he was on a hike. The guy in the truck clearly doesn’t buy it and starts to drive away. Edward jumps in front of the truck to stop the guy and starts spinning a story about being ditched in the woods by his wife who found out he was cheating on her. The driver starts laughing but seemingly believes him. He makes some probably nasty jokes about Edwards supposed wife and then tells him he can drive him into the next town since he’s heading that way anyways. They talk about whatever, just awkward small talk stuff. Edwards freaking out the whole time bc he still has zero memory of anything and is just lying out of his ass. The guy asks about his eye and he tries his best to brush it off as a work accident. Eventually they reach the town and the driver drops him off on Main Street. Edward finds the only place open, a bar, and stumbles in looking so fucking terrible at this point. He sits at a table in the corner and pulls out everything he has in his pocket. He has the business card, the gas mask, the gun he woke up holding, a note that looks like it has a place and time scribbled on it, a note book with any pages with writing ripped out, a pen, some cash, a lighter and some cigarettes. He lights one of the cigarettes and just sits and thinks for a moment. He decides the best option is to find the PI that he has the business card of. Options are either the PI is the guy he killed, the PI is actually him, or he’s a completely separate guy but also maybe he can help bc he’s an investigator. Edward asks the bartender where a hotel is around here and gets pointed towards a place a couple of doors down. Edward heads towards there and as he does passes a 24 hour drug store. He stops in and grabs some bandages and stuff and then heads to the hotel. He books a room and is handed the key. He goes up to his room and does a more thorough job cleaning his wounds. The wound on his eye looks older, maybe a week or two out. It looks like something tried to claw his eye out. After that he does his best to clean his clothes up and then goes to sleep. He wakes up in the mid morning and lays there a while trying to remember something past the night before but can’t. He can also tell that his memory from the night is already getting weird and fuzzy so he writes out everything he can remember in the notebook. After that he gets up, tries to clean up as much as he can and goes to find some breakfast. He’s starving and literally cannot remember the last time he ate. He finds a diner and gets food and coffee. He tries to casually ask the waiter where he is without it coming across as weird but it totally comes across as weird. He then asks how far away the place is listed on the business card. She says it’s not too far if you take the train and gives him directions to the train station. He heads there after eating and books a ticket on the next train. He has an uneventful train ride, idk maybe stuff happens. When he gets to the city he takes a taxi to the address and finds the office of Edward Lawson. He goes inside and the whole place is completely trashed. There’s papers everywhere, the furniture is all turned over and some of it is broken, just total mess. He steps out again and heard someone behind him calling for him, calling him Edward. He turns around and sees and older lady stepping out from a door on the other side of the road. He looks at the sign above the door and it says it’s a mortuary. She walks over to him and starts asking him where he’s been and that he looks terrible. He tries to be cool and pretend like he knows what she’s talking about but she looks at him so strangely and then burst out laughing, saying it must have been a hell of a couple days. She then asks if he’s drunk because the only time she’s seen him without a scowl was when he was drunk. He tries to course correct and act gruffer and stuff.

She eventually stops laughing and then asks what his brother was up to. He asks her to elaborate and she says she saw a man and two other weirdos going through his office and taking boxes out. When she asked them about it the main guy said he was Edwards brother and showed her some paperwork to try and prove it. Said he was sending some case files to him while he was away. She didn’t buy it but didn’t want to intervene just in case he was telling the truth. Edward asks why she described the other people as weirdos and she said they were both wearing gas masks. He starts kinda freaking out and shows her the office. She swears and apologizes for not stopping them. Edward feels like all the hope he had to figure this out was ripped away. The lady says at least they didn’t get your safe. He looks at her quizzically and she says the safe you made me store in my place because you’re paranoid. She goes to show him but he realizes there’s a lock on it, because it’s a safe. He asks her if she knows the combination and she laughs. She looks at him weird again and asks if he’s feeling okay for real. He shrugs her off and heads back to the office to see if he could find anything that got left behind.

And that’s it for the plot so far. Idk i got a lot more ideas but they’re not on the timeline yet lol. Also i gotta figure out how to draw everyone. And fix up the names. (Also obvi this is just me spitting ideas, not actually writing in tone, I prommy I’m a barely competent writer) The base idea came from me marathoning malevolent and miracle musical back to back. And also from me being sad tma never did much w the extinction plotline. And also all the psychological thriller movies and horrific scientific shit I’ve been watching.

Other ideas for it too are a nuclear religion based of evangelicals and some really fucked up science stuff. Also all this takes place in the 1930s-40s time period. 

Anyways yeah

#the mortifying ordeal of sharing thoughts from my brain #void screams

[concernedlily]

cousins wip 8

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Porsche wants to hide away somewhere and lick his wounds, but there’s nowhere to go, nowhere where he can rest and just be. He’d still as soon throw himself on the knife as let his guard down in the minor family house, the tower never really felt like home and certainly isn’t now, not even Yok’s feels safe knowing what Chay went through there (and he hates to think what’ll happen if York ever finds out what got cleaned up from her bar before she got back).

He goes home home. It’s not much better than anywhere else: it gives him a bone-deep feeling of horror when he thinks about living here so long not remembering his dad <I>died</I> here. But they had happy times too, and he can be alone, and if both he and Chay have been kidnapped from here too many times to be comfortable at least he’s armed. He leaves guards at the gates and walks slowly through the garden and unlocks the door. 

His head starts to ache as soon as he steps inside. He has no idea anymore what the flashbacks are, whether they’re real, reliable, or just imaginings, his mind working overtime to try to make sense of everything he now knows. 

Today he finds himself on his knees by the cabinet where he’d hidden - they’d kept placemats and company crockery in this cupboard for <i>years</i>, Porsche caring for it although the only people who came around were Jom and Tem, trying to keep up the pleasant illusion of a normal family, normal parents who had tables full of friends over for dinner, and he’d never thought, there are cupboards and cabinets all over their house big enough for a kid to hide inside -

He can smell the acrid scent of the shot, the copper hit of blood from a straight shot to the heart. It fades much slower than the sound, than the sight. He can remember someone yelling, one of the brothers accusing the other, his mother running in and someone apologises for his brother shooting her husband, but Porsche can’t quite see which, can’t <i>remember</i>.

There’s a cleaver in the knife block. Not much used, Porsche can make a few meals very well and Chay can make a lot of meals averagely, and Uncle Thee never cooked at all; Kinn and Time aren’t the only ones who put barely-edible dinners on Porsche’s table. He finds it’s in his hand, still sharp, heavy against his wrist, and he lifts it up and brings it smashing against the cabinet. 

It scores the thicker wood of the top and he goes to his knees and brings it down against and again against the thinner slats of the louvred front, the gaps where he’d seen his father murdered -

Does his mother really remember nothing? Sometimes when he’s up there talking to her he thinks she knows much more than she’s saying; sometimes she looks at him completely blankly. Sometimes she looks at him like Kinn had behind the pillar, like she has a gun pointed at his head, like a mafia kid looking at a potential betrayer. 

Wood flies around him, he can feel his palm starting to rub from the smooth metal of the cleaver handle sliding in sweat as he swings it and swings it.

It’s why he hasn’t taken Chay up there yet. He knows she can speak, he’s heard her voice crying out in fear when Korn shot Gun. One of her brothers shooting the other in front of her, but he doesn’t know what she thought was happening, whether it triggered any memories of one of those brothers shooting her husband. He doesn’t want to find out she remembers more, what she might have to say, with his little brother there. Especially since Chay hasn’t asked to meet her, hasn’t pushed; Porsche knows he doesn’t have Chay’s trust the way he used to, but he’s following Porsche’s lead on this. He can’t possibly remember her, only has his friends and media to tell him what’s it’s supposed to be like to have a mum. Porsche is the one who remembers her arms and her gentle lessons and the way she loved him - the things she wanted for him, for them, to be a phoenix, soaring high above the mire that sucks the minor family down.

He’s made a mess. Wood is chipped and chopped all over the floor, the cleaver is ruined. His index finger is sore and when he looks at it there’s a splinter inside, deep, red beading where it went in. He sits back and drops the cleaver where he sits. He’s hot, tired; his face is wet and he slumps down, hangs his head between his legs and puts his finger in his mouth, sucking away the blood. 

***

Porsche has never actually met up with Tae without Kinn there, for all the protestations of Tae being his friend too since he was together with his best friend, but he’s got six of Tae’s best keeping him alive so he can’t say no when Tae calls. At least Tae’s taste in meeting places is good: he hadn’t even known Above Eleven had private sections but he’s ushered immediately into a booth with expansive views of the city at night. He can just about see the Theerapanyakul skyscraper, although thankfully the pool terrace is on the other side of the building. 

Tae is already there, a champagne cocktail on the table in front of him, and Porsche nods to the waiter to bring him the same. He’s taken to having the sticky, cheap tequilas and vodkas he used to drink as slammers at work when he’s alone; his appetite isn’t much these days, certainly not for the fine foods and spirits Kinn and his friends prefer. 

“Cheers,” Tae says, when they’re both settled, raising his glass as well as an eyebrow at Porsche. 

“What are we toasting to?” Porsche says, without much interest. He likes Tae fine, but his mind is constantly churning with everything he has to do, with the solemn beat under every single thing of missing Kinn, and he can’t help but have half his mind on the other ways he could be using this couple of hours. 

“New starts?” Tae suggests. Porsche looks at him sharply and Tae’s face twists into some complicated expression of grief and pride. He says, “I broke up with Time.”

“Oh. Sorry,” Porsche says, lost. He wouldn’t exactly have expected Tae would come to him for what, a post-dumping night out? Kinn always seemed closer to Tae than to Time; he can’t imagine Time got to keep him in the divorce. 

“Don’t be,” Tae says. He signals to the waiter for another cocktail, in the peremptory way that traditionally has annoyed Porsche to fuck. He hopes people aren’t going to expect that from him, that he becomes the kind of arsehole rich boy that Kinn and Tae can be, no matter how sweet they can be to people they actually notice. “I should have done it years ago.”

“What made you do it now?” Porsche says. That conversation with Tae in his kitchen had felt so awkward at the time, Tae opening up to Porsche when he was just trying to be polite about two people he knew little about other than that they loved Kinn enough to come and see him in Porsche’s house, but at least it gives him some context to the pain in Tae’s eyes that belies that matter-of-fact triumphalism of his conversation.

There’s a delicate pause; Tae sweeps his lashes down and takes a long sip of his drink. “I’m sorry to say it so bluntly. But it was you. I see how much agony Kinn is in. It made me think.” He looks back up at Porsche, lifts his chin high. “I didn’t think Time would even notice me leaving him until the next time he needed somebody on his arm. I was right.”

“Well,” Porsche says. He holds his glass up, avoiding Tae’s gaze as they clink. “To new starts, then.”

Tae says, “Do you mind me asking what happened? I know the minor family is… difficult. That they traditionally compete with the main clan. But you could have that and Kinn too. You could make it new.”

Tae isn’t a smoker, but Porsche he must know loads of them so Porsche refuses to feel bad, or out of place in the fancy bar, tapping a cigarette out of the box and lighting up with economical movements. They’re Kinn’s friends, he’s known Tae forever, it’s not for Porsche to feel offended if Kinn has let his best friend get the impression that Porsche is some kind of mercenary dick who <i>chose leading the minor family over Kinn</i>, what the <i>fuck</i>. Like it’s a gift instead of the riptide pulling him under wave after wave of shit.

“He didn’t say?” he asks levelly.

“No. He said it was for the best. He said not to blame you.” Tae tosses his hair and looks out over the view, adds pointedly, “I wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t.”

“My mother is his father’s sister,” Porsche says baldly, and at least he gets the satisfaction of Tae leaning back in his seat, his eyebrows arched and his eyes wide. Porsche takes a long drink, so does Tae, and they signal almost simultaneously for another round. Porsche explains, “It all came out in the attack on the main family. <i>That’s</i> why I have this.” He puts his hand up between them, waggles his fingers at Tae so the engraved crest on his ring catches the light. “We’re <i>cousins</i>. He doesn’t seem to care, but I - I don’t know how not to.”

“I get it,” Tae says softly and Porsche breathes out, leans back in his chair. He hadn’t even realised he’d leaned forward, like he was beseeching Tae to understand, but it’s so nice, for someone in this fucked-up world to actually recognise that this is a whole new level of fucked-up, that Porsche isn’t the weird one for ending things.

“I don’t know why he didn’t tell you.”

“If you changed your mind,” Tae says, placing each word with an eye on Porsche to see how he takes it; Porsche has never been looked at before like he’s quite that dangerous, not even in the fighting rings. “It’s not something the family would want widely known.”

“Does he still think I’ll change my mind?” Porsche says. Part of him, the growing tactical part, is reluctant to ask. It doesn’t get him anywhere, it doesn’t change the situation to have a glimpse of how Kinn might be thinking or feeling. If anything it’s worse, takes him back to the early days of being Kinn’s bodyguard when he’d been volatile and unpredictable and so fucking confusing, and Porsche hadn’t known whether he was up or down or side to side. Kinn had been more transparent, later, had worked to try and be so, Porsche knows; he’d put pleasing Porsche near the top of his list of priorities, at least, certainly higher than Porsche had put putting a good job and satisfying Kinn his first days in the tower, and it shouldn’t feel good to Porsche now to get this intelligence on Kinn that Kinn doesn’t know he’s getting.

Or maybe he does. Tae and Kinn are very close friends, but they’re colleagues as well, and the Lerttravinonts have power but they’re not in the league of either branch of the Theerapanyakuls. It’s far from impossible that Tae is saying what he thinks Kinn would want him to say; or what he’s been told to say.

Tae says, “He was. I don’t know now. I don’t know if he can stop hoping.”

It doesn’t sound like he’s been coached. Porsche doesn’t think Kinn thinks in terms of hope. Hope means being able to articulate another future and Kinn’s father burned out the idea of alternatives from him years ago.

“He has to,” he says, truthfully, although the idea of denying Kinn hope for something he’s letting himself want for once kills him. “We have to be able to be around each other.”

Tae tilts his head in acknowledgement. He is lovely, some mix of handsome and pretty Porsche hadn’t ever even really seen in his old life, dressed even more in the fey way Kinn only hints at, and Porsche digs into himself, tries to find any lust for another man he could go to bed with without any worry of making them a target for anyone who wants to come at him. He’s starting to understand why Kinn had the escorts, his boys he could see and fuck and have something consistent with that nobody would wonder about, nobody would try to attack him on. 

There’s absolutely nothing. Maybe it’s just Tae, but Porsche is increasingly worried it’s just that it’s not-Kinn. Kinn is still all he wants, all he thinks about when he wraps his fist around his cock alone in bed, the absolute ideal to him in body and mind and soul.

“How are you finding the minor family?” Tae asks. There’s another tone in his voice, businesslike, stripped of the soft regret when he’d talked about Time or love.

Porsche straightens in his seat and lets out a breath, more comfortable with the retreat into shop talk. “Difficult, “ he admits.

Tae makes a face and sets his nearly-empty drink back down on the table. The waiter twitches subtly towards them, obviously keen to go and get them another round and make the bill even more outrageous, and Tae shakes his head at him then says tentatively. “I’m afraid my ulterior motive for asking to meet won’t help.”

Surprise, surprise. Porsche is glad though it’s not a social call. He’s never needed many people around him, and he doesn’t need Tae in the small group of people he cares about, not the way things are. “Yeah?” he says.

“The minor family took over the drugs business in Thonglor district. My father would like it back,” Tae says. His face is doing something Porsche doesn’t know him well enough to read: pretty distaste, maybe. He doesn’t know Tae’s situation but he’s pretty sure he doesn’t have anything even close to Kinn’s responsibilities, although he’s obviously in the business and not at the Theerapnayakul level. A younger brother who gets to act like it, maybe, putting in effort where it’s needed but letting the blacker side of things dirty someone else’s hands.

“Right,” Porsche says. He signals for another drink, not caring whether Tae joins him or not, although once it’s clear Porsche isn’t about to get mad about it Tae does gesture to the waiter to bring another to him too.

“I’m sorry. He insisted.”

“Okay,” Porsche says. “It’s okay. I’ve had your men. I know what they could have done to me. You’ve got a right to get paid.”

It’s the right thing to choose, maybe the only thing he can, but it’s not exactly going to look great for him to have lost a big piece of action barely a month into the job. And it means he needs to give the Lerttravinonts their bodyguards back <i>quick</i>, before Tae’s father decides the price of his assistance has gone up and comes asking for something that wasn’t his before, something it would cause real loss of face for Porsche to lose. He glances behind himself at Arm and Arm meets his gaze and gives a small nod: he’s understood the implications too. New bodyguards has moved up the priority list, which is already a heap of red-lined things Porsche needed to do yesterday if not sooner.

“Thank you,” Tae says. “My father got on well with Gun. There’s no reason our families shouldn’t continue to work together.”

“Sure,” Porsche says. He digs his fingers into the nape of his neck, a headache starting to throb out from more than just champagne going to his head. It’s where he always carries stress. Kinn had liked to grip Porsche there or rest his hand nice and heavy, possessive, protective; it had always made Porsche breathe out deep, let the tension go, had made him feel noticed and cared for.

“Tae?” he says abruptly. “What do you think of Korn?”

Tae’s lips thin. He glances around, checking the waiter isn’t coming back, and then says deliberately, “I met Kinn very young. The Theerapanyakuls weren’t then what they are now. But my grandfather - he could see what Korn could achieve. And the way he’d do it.”

“Has Kinn ever gone against him?” Porsche says softly.

Tae smiles, small and bittersweet. “Not until the day he followed you home.”

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche fic #my fic #like that through all eternity #sorry it's been a whole week since the last part!! #I massively overestimated my ability to move house and also write/post hah #frequency may be a little slower the next week too as I want to really push through and finish my other wip #but it is still coming!

[sleptonce]

[Image ID: Digital text with interspersed drawings. There are 4 images total.

Image 1: So you can imagine a ball of yarn. Circle with "yarn" written in the center of it. That's really tangled and stuff. And if you can't picture it, you've probably at least seen a tangled bit of string, wrapped around itself in knots and knots. A messy drawing of very tangled earbuds, accompanied by the text "average earbuds after time in pocket." SOMETIMES that yarn happens to be… pulled out and the knots tied tightly at little points. LIKE. A drawing of three loosely knotted tangles of yarn, with a red line pointing to each saying "knots."

Image 2: But other times (and these are the times that suck) the yarn is suuuper compressed. Like sooooo compressed. And you start picking at it because you need the yarn or you have nothing better to do or because WHY KNOT. you know. A drawing of a very small, dense ball of yarn with a tail end poking out. A red line labels the tail with "we got lucky this time there's a free end." And- And you keep pulling at it. The yarn's going to be untangled even if you have to sit there for hours. BECAUSE. And you're taking it apart and there's just so much yarn. Like so much yarn you're not sure why you bought that much, or how it fit into this tiny ball. A drawing of a still very dense ball of yarn, roughly the same size as the previous drawing. An arrow pointing to it says "same size???" A long tail of yarn is attached, winding back and forth a few times. A red bracket labels the tail as "yds. of rescued yarn." The yarn's-

Image 3: Okay, look, this isn't about yarn at all. I don't know how to keep the metaphor going. This is about feeling so much it feels like you're on fire. A messy drawing of a brain is to the side. A red line points to the brain, labeling it "knots." Because like, look, like, there's a lot of shit in here. AND THERE'S SO MUCH! LIKE YOU COULD MAKE ANOTHER GUY WITH ALL THIS. (which i might add that i have. many times over). The same brain drawing is repeated three times down the side, the first of which has several light colored outlines. The second two are light grey. A red bracket labels the three brains as "yds. of rescued yarn." SO there's you in there, and any of the Guys who may have been made along the way, and you're still on fire by the way, in case you forgot. Because why WOULD the fire ever go out. You're afraid of that happening also. And so anyway it's you (and the other yous) and you've figured out that you can set other people on fire. Which it turns out they don't like. SO, YOU FIGURE, that you'll stop. Setting people on fire. And you kinda notice, its like, It's if they get really close to you. Like really close. OR alternatively, it's when you've latched onto them so fiercely it's a miracle you're separate at all. OBVIOUSLY if you put something in fire it'll probably catch. WHICH MEANS that you need to stop. There is a white space at the end of the image.

Image 4: OKAY so you've figured that out. Now what. Because . LIKE YOU KNOW. You KNOW that you can't just run off into the woods and never talk to anyone again (YOU CAN ACTUALLY! if you're not a pansy. You are, however). THE ANSWER that your brain has come up with (the guy who GOT you into all this trouble in the first place) is that you shouldn't talk to anyone ever again. WHICH, you don't need to run into the woods to do. You can just do that from the comfort of your own room. AND the more you do it the easier it is. There's also a lot of yarn. End ID]

#post #art #writing #Uh. word vomit. kinda. IDK. #ok to reblog #in case. someone wonders about it. Anyway. I like this one a lot.

[besaem]

Hello there!! Sorry I’m super late with the intro, but it’s me, BEAR [ he/him. 21+ ], back again with my second muse, HAN SAEM [ 20020516 ]. He’s as different as can be to Junho, which makes me incredibly excited to embark on my journey here with him. Here you can find his PROFILE & BIO, and as usual I’ll be leaving basic info and connection ideas under the read more!! I’m absolutely buzzing to get plotting with everyone, so please do hmu if you want to plot, or like this post and I’ll hop into your IMs — I also have a discord upon request!!

— TRIVIA

Saem's family were thoroughly middle class, living in a three bedroom apartment close to the funeral home that had been passed down from his great grandfather

His father took over the funeral home from Saem grandfather before Saem was born. His mother worked part time at a local library. His older brother was an average student with an unpleasant personality and dishevelled appearance that led to Saem, who was top of his class, obedient and tidy, to be the golden child

Saem was a pretty isolated child (by choice) and didn’t have a lot of friends, not because people didn’t like him (since he tended to be well-liked by most of his classmates) but because he was quite private and hard to get to know

He took ballet and piano classes from the age of 4 and reached Grade 8 in both. After he got his Grade 8 in ballet he helped teach the younger children at his dance academy until he graduated high school in 2021

He was in his school choirs from the beginning of Elementary and by the time he was in high school he almost always got the solo parts

He dreamt of being an idol from around the age of 10, but rarely voiced this, and never acted on it, despite having a secret interest in multiple idols and idol groups throughout his preteens and teen years

Saem’s only real pleasures in life these days are immediate, short term pleasures. He spends a little too much, drinks a little too much, and goes out to find someone to spend the night with almost every weekend

Saem loves culture and the arts—he enjoys going to museums, galleries, and to the theatre. He tends to like anything that feels fancy, and has expensive tastes despite not really having the income to support the lifestyle he’d really like

Despite cherishing the friends he has, Saem sort of sucks at initiating hanging out. He’s good at texting, but he’s unlikely to be the one to suggest doing something together unless he really likes the person

[ tw // mental health ] Despite appearing to those around him like a calm, collected, and perfectly content individual, Saem is, frankly, depressed. He’s very good at hiding it, and only those really close to him would be able to tell something was up. The things that make him happy only really do so for a few hours here and there, maybe a day at most, but usually his days are tinged with an undercurrent of hopelessness [ end tw ]

Saem tends to not go out of his comfort zone, and can, at times, seem a bit rigid and unadventurous. However, he’s not outright opposed to being pushed into doing things that he’s never done before and might find he likes, he just would never think to do it himself

On the flip side of that, however, his tendency to indulge means that when he finds things he can be adventurous with (like drinking too much and hooking up with people) he can find it hard to know when to stop

Saem still loves to play the piano, sing, and interact with ballet (pretty much just going to see ballets these days, since he’s got no opportunities to actually dance anymore), however he’s never felt quite comfortable doing these things when his parents are home, as he doesn’t like them to perceive things that are special to him out of an unconscious fear that once they get their hands on something that makes him happy, they’ll crush it

He wants to move out for multiple reasons, but doesn’t because he knows his parents would wonder why, when it’s not ‘usual’. He also feels like he’d be abandoning his parents, who he often cooks and cleans for

Saem adores cats and will stop to say hi to any cat he sees on the street no matter how much of a hurry he’s in

— CONNECTIONS

Growing up Saem had very few close friends, but the ones he did have he’d have killed and died for. One of his first ever friends is still, to this day, his best friend. They’re the only person who truly knows what Saem struggles with, what he thinks about his life, and really just all the ins and outs of how he ticks. [ — Your muse grew up in Seoul and was among the first friends Saem made. They’ve watched him grow and go through the motions of trying to be someone he never really wanted to be, and have been there for him at every turn. They know him better than anyone ]

While Saem always knew he’d one day have to marry a woman, that didn’t stop him from seeking out short-term romance. Sometime during high school he had a boyfriend. It was nice, and while Saem was always very clear that it couldn’t last forever, they made the most of it. Eventually, the relationship ended, and they both moved on with their lives, but Saem will never forget his first proper relationship, and how he wished his life could be full of romances just like that one. [ — Saem and your muse dated for a while when they were teens, but Saem could never fully open himself up to it despite wanting to; he didn’t want to fall too hard. It ended eventually, whether because they graduated and were moving on with their lives, or for more emotional/personal reasons—whatever it was, Saem still isn’t fully over the relationship, or your muse ]

During high school Saem made a close friend—a girl around his age who he just clicked with. They quickly became exceptionally close, spending much of their free time together. Unbeknownst to Saem, though, she fell for him, and while he would never feel the same, he wondered if this was what he might be able to have in the future. She made him wonder if one day he could marry a woman he was best friends with and still be happy, even if he wasn’t in love. [ — Your muse fell in love with Saem when they were teens, after they became fast friends. Perhaps they confessed to him, and he turned them down, or they never said anything, and either let it fade out, or still feel the same today. Either way, your muse gave Saem a shred of hope that his future might not be as miserable as he feared ]

Saem rarely ever hooks up with the same person twice. When he’s out clubbing, looking for someone to spend the night with, he usually tells people to call him ‘Han’, never disclosing where he works, or giving much identifying information about himself. However, multiple times now, your muse and Saem have ended your nights out together, despite his rule. He simply can’t stay away. Still, he refuses to give them his number, or tell them where he works. Until, on afternoon, they see him retrieving a coffee for someone called ‘Saem’. [ — Your muse and Saem have hooked up a few times after bumping into each other while out clubbing, and your muse wants to make it a regular thing—it’s easier to be able to just call him up, than having to go looking for someone new each time—but Saem’s reluctant, despite being very into your muse. But then, your muse spots him in a cafe and realises he gave them a ‘fake’ name, and confronts him ]

Saem’s parents are casually keeping their eyes peeled for potential women they can set Saem up with. Since he’s never shown any initiative in dating (to their knowledge), they think they need to drop a suitable woman into his lap and coordinate his relationship for him. Recently, they’d been a little more forceful about it, bringing up girls more and more often around him, and suggesting to him that they help him out. While he refuses every time, saying he’s too busy working for a relationship, they seem to have found just the right match, at least in their opinion. [ — Your muse, for some reason, has been chosen as a suitable candidate to be set up with Saem by his parents. They’ve been set up on a date, and while Saem is anything but pleased about it, he isn’t one to refuse something his parents ask of him. This could turn into fake dating, a one-sided crush, a friendship, or they might even find they really hate Saem, but both of them have to continue to go on dates to please their parents ]

#[ ooc ]

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Hart and Hunter - Chapter 1 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Julian Hart

My feet pound the pavement and splash through puddles as I run in hot pursuit.

Orange-toned streetlamps flicker and cast ominous shadows on the rain-washed streets and a full moon peeks through the clouds of an unusually wet September sky.

Ahead, my quarry darts to the left, disappearing down an alleyway between two old brick-faced buildings.

I fly around the corner, expecting to be within arm's reach of my target and draw up short.

The alley stretches long, dark and deserted before me.

A streetlamp flickers and goes out and I curse the outdated infrastructure of this town, it's great for tourism but sucks when you're chasing a thief at two am.

Chest heaving, I scan the blackness and see a dumpster about halfway down, the only place an average-sized person carrying a backpack might hide.

Cautiously, I approach.

Then it occurs to me, what will I do if the guy I'm chasing is actually behind it?

Maybe I could take him, then again, maybe not.

Deciding that discretion is the better part of valor, I will myself Unseen.

Being part Fae has its perks.

Cautiously, I approach the dumpster, my senses sharper than a cat's as I draw near, sight, sound, smell, taste and touch all expanded well beyond human range.

Details stand out like the edges of broken glass, sounds ring like bells in my ears and scents confront me like the flickering images of an old-school film-strip.

Fortunately, the world is fairly quiet at this time of night but there's still plenty to hear, the thump of music in a nearby nightclub, water dripping in metal drains, the quiet rumble of midnight traffic, a dog barking in the distance somewhere.

Brought to a halt by the almost painful assault, I squinch my eyes shut and do my best to block out everything beyond the confines of the alleyway.

After a few deep breaths, my focus returns but so does my doubt.

Four hours into the second night of a long stakeout, Dane and I had caught our guy red-handed.

Excited by the chase, we'd taken off in pursuit but the thief proved fleet of foot.

We'd split up... Dane circling to cut him off while I drove him on and now there was no sign of my more combat-ready partner.

It occurs to me that the thief could be armed, being Fae doesn't make me bulletproof and the super-healing werewolf trick belongs to Dane.

On the other hand, I've been itching for some action and I'm always telling Dane I can handle myself.

Time to prove it.

I take another deep breath, steel myself, creep forward and leap around the side of the dumpster with a somewhat high-pitched shout, hoping to take the thief by surprise.

There's no one there... Shit.

With my focus broken, my disguise flickers and I'm visible once more.

Swearing under my breath, I scan the alleyway again but it's definitely deserted.

Long and narrow, its walls are the backs of two old buildings housing a number of small businesses.

There are several emergency exits and back doors along its length but I'd bet my last dollar every one of them is locked.

Still, I'd been on the thief's heels, there's no way he could have reached the other end of the alley that fast.

'He's being chased by a werewolf and a Fae, Julian' I remind myself.

'Why shouldn't he be the Flash?'

Swearing again, I sprint for the end of the alley... with all the time I've wasted sneaking up on dumpsters, the thief won't have needed superpower to have gotten away... round the corner and promptly collide with six-and-half-feet of solid muscle.

"Whoa," Dane says, catching my arms to keep me from falling on my ass.

"You okay?"

"Yes, fine," I gasp.

"Did you see which way he went?"

"No. Didn't you?"

I shake my head.

"I lost him."

"How? You were right on his tail."

"I dunno."

I catch my breath as the excitement of the chase fades.

"What took you so long?"

"I tried to take a shortcut but ran into a bunch of people coming out of that nightclub on Third. Had to walk. Pretty sure someone saw me running and called the cops, anyway. We better call it a night and get out of here."

Unhappily, I scan the darkened streets but he's right, our quarry got away and there's no sense hanging around.

"Fuck," I grumble, as we make our way back up the alley, retracing my steps.

"We were so close."

He tugs on his ropy dread-lock hair as he does when agitated and sighs.

"Yeah. Woulda been a nice clean end to the case, as far as we're concerned, thief caught red-handed, no more break-ins. Now we better split before we're the ones who get caught."

"You used to be a cop," I remind him unnecessarily.

"I thought they were your friends."

"Not all of 'em and there were a lot of retirements last year. Half the force probably joined after I left. Even some I'd have called a friend in the past might hassle us now, just for the hell of it. Can't even blame 'em, time was I hated private dicks just as much."

I snort.

"I thought you loved all kinds of dicks."

He smacks my ass playfully.

"Nope. Only yours."

I roll my eyes but before I can come up with a good comeback, we reach the end of the alleyway and I pause, distracted once more by its length.

"What is it?" Dane asks, following the direction of my gaze.

"Just thinking this guy must be a real track star."

He shrugs.

"You'd be surprised how fast people can run when motivated, especially by a fear of being caught. The predator's instinct is undeniable but the prey's is ten times as strong."

"Tell me about it," I mumble.

He rubs a hand between my shoulder blades and I suppress a shiver, I know that fear too well.

A year ago, I'd been forced to serve as 'prey' in a ritual hunt, chased by a deranged Shifter and a bunch of power-hungry Wolves.

Dane had saved me in the end but I hadn't escaped unscathed.

I'm over it now... mostly.

As my Mate, my brush with death may have affected Dane more.

We've had plenty of work since we started 'Hunter & Hart Investigations' but I know he's turned work down, too.

He keeps away from anything violent or dangerous or rather, he keeps it away from me.

I don't mind, to be honest but it's nice to see some action at last.

We continue on down the otherwise deserted streets to the spot where he'd left his car.

The battered old Ford Explorer has just come into view when a patrol car turns at the next intersection and cruises towards us at an ominously slow speed.

Dane swears and pulls out his wallet, ready to show his ID in case whoever's behind the wheel doesn't recognize him.

The car comes to a stop opposite us in the street, the reflections on the black windows obscuring the interior as effectively as a two-way mirror.

The longer nothing happens, the more nervous I get and I shift a little closer to Dane's side... as if my scrawny ass could shield him from harm.

He's an Alpha in the world of Wolves and Fae but we inhabit the human world, too and it's just as dangerous.

He'd told me his former boss, Chief Laura Coleridge, ran a tight ship with a good crew but that there were bad apples in every barrel.

I knew what he meant and excused the mixed metaphor.

We wait, neither of us daring to move and then the driver's side window rolls down and a familiar face leers at us.

"Gotcha," Detective Erikson says, wearing a shit-eating grin and Dane bristles even as the tension dissipates.

"That isn't remotely funny, Erickson," he says.

"And you know it."

"Eh?" Erickson shrugs and looks between us.

"What the hell you two doing out here, anyway? Not poking your noses where they don't belong, I hope."

I scowl.

Erickson is gay but deeply closeted.

He resents the fact Dane's openness hadn't affected his career as much as it might have and resents him more for leaving that career behind.

Meanwhile, he resents me for rejecting his past advances, which were cringe-worthy and persistent.

I don't like him very much.

Remembering what Dane had said about people coming out of a nightclub, I slip my arm around his waist and mold myself against him, adopting what I hope is a provocative pose.

"We're just out for some fun," I say, lisping a little as I lean into the stereotype.

"What are you doing here, Detective? They got you on the night beat, huh? Who'd you piss off this time?"

As expected, that gets him and he narrows his eyes at me as his self-satisfied smirk vanishes.

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[lindwurmkai]

who's up for another round of tumblr user lindwurmkai criticising what other people are complaining about? 👉😏👉

no but for real tho. there is a whole, idk, phenomenon i often encounter on here where being rightfully exasperated with certain "popular" behaviours (example: wanting a "canon" answer for every question you have about a piece of media) turns into condescending mockery of anyone who ever behaves that way and treating it like it's completely bizarre when in fact it can simply be an expression of autism.

which makes it all the more puzzling when i see a dozen fellow autistics reblog the post, too. (this was not directly inspired by whoever last put a similar post on my dash btw. i've been meaning to write this for days)

another example is "the curtains are just blue" but i've talked about that before. and struggling to understand that fiction follows different rules than real life!! plus several other aspects of "basic media literacy" that can actually be quite difficult to grasp for a lot of people.

"why does it even matter if something is canon or not? why do you need a wiki for everything? who cares what the character's 'real' favourite colour is?" maybe because to some people, learning fun facts about wizards or dragons isn't fundamentally different than learning fun facts about trains or dinosaurs. i'm not saying we don't understand that they're fictional, but that the desire to find out more is the same. and speaking from personal experience, it never even occurred to me that authors who didn't care about the details of their worlds and characters beyond what was in the story might exist until i literally learned about it on tumblr in my 20s. i understood that tolkien was a bit of an outlier but assumed it was just a matter of degree.

people always blame mega franchises and cinemasins or occasionally the american school system for some reason. or social media. and it's probably true that each of those things have contributed to an increase in certain behaviours that you may find annoying! it's definitely true that certain franchises have contributed to a shift in the average person's default assumptions regarding new media they come across. so i completely understand where the exasperation comes from, don't worry

but this is like the difference between criticising fandom trends and criticising individual fans' preferences all over again, except worse because this time it's ableist. you would not believe the things i didn't understand about fiction a decade ago, and a decade ago i was already 27. seeing people get condescended to for the same misunderstandings when some of them are even younger really sucks.

it is possible for the same behaviour to have more than one cause. maybe that one person really watched too much cinemasins while another doesn't even know what that is and yet analyses media the same way because it's how their brain approaches fiction intuitively. maybe one person didn't pay attention in english class while another tried so, so hard to understand the material and still couldn't. maybe one person thinks there's a canon answer to everything because that's what their two previous favourite franchises were like while another is simply applying the "gathering dinosaur facts" approach to fiction and has yet to realise not every author operates like tolkien.

for a long time i couldn't distinguish between plot-relevant details and extra fluff because to me the point of a story was to introduce me to a new world with fun new characters in it. of course 3 pages of infodumping wasn't a problem! of course the character's hair colour was important! the idea of authors answering questions with "it doesn't matter, feel free to imagine whatever you want" would have confused me so much if i had encountered it back then. i already knew how to invent my own stories, but i wanted to know more about this story???

just because i've (mostly) figured it all out now doesn't mean i don't remember being that person everyone loves to mock these days.

#also my ability to identify metaphors varies wildly based on various factors #which is funny because i can hardly form a coherent sentence without accidentally using two metaphors #throws this rambling post at you and runs away #weirdo chronicles

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Frayed Ties - Chapter 5 - Part 2

*Warning: Adult Content*  

"People do way worse things to slaves than that," Hamish added. "Like... really fucked up things."

"I know," Danya said so quietly it was barely audible.

He wanted to cuddle back up to Simon but he was more uncertain of where they stood with one another than ever.

"I realise this is a lot to take in all at once," Simon said. "All I need from you for now is a promise that you won't tell anybody about this. That wouldn't end well for any of us, including you."

"Of course not, sir," Danya said, wide-eyed. "I know my behaviour has been, ah... erratic but I promise that you have my loyalty. I will not let you down again, sir."

"I don't think you..." Simon made a face, shook his head, and sighed. "Enough with the 'sir' thing, okay? Save it for when we're in public."

"Sorry."

"Or when you want to annoy him by using it sarcastically," Hamish added. "He loves that."

Danya offered him a meek smile.

"I'll remember that, sir."

Hamish grinned.

"That's my boy."

"Anyway," Simon said pointedly. "Slavery. We're... not so fond."

Hamish made a quiet sound in the back of his throat, like that was an understatement.

"I've always found the whole thing a bit uncomfortable, I suppose, but it wasn't until I joined the military that I realised the things that went on were much worse than simply using people for unpaid labour," Simon continued. "So now that I have the opportunity to lead my own unit, I'm trying to put together a group of people who see the issue the same way I do."

"Which is hard as fuck when openly expressing those kinds of ideas is treason," Hamish added.

Simon inclined his head in agreement.

"We were going to say that nobody in the unit was allowed to have slaves with them for practical purposes to explain why it might look like we're selecting against slave owners. Now that I have you, that doesn't really work anymore. That was the problem we were discussing."

"Which is just a dumb logistical thing, really," Hamish said. "I think I figured out a way to make things work, anyway. Simon, do you know Liam Roy?"

"Yes..." Simon said cautiously.

"He has a slave. If we bring him on board, it won't look like we're selecting against slave owners."

"I'm not sure he and I would see eye to eye on things."

"I've heard some things. I'll look into it," Hamish said.

"Fine. Anyway, Danya, I think it's time we heard the full story of what happened with this vampire."

Danya winced.

He had been hoping they had forgotten about that, as unlikely as that seemed.

He took a steadying breath and started in on the story.

He told them what had happened, including some parts that he perhaps oughtn't have, that he was able to feel the vampire with his mind and that the mage-light he'd used to weaken her had been a bit more powerful than an average Companion could have managed.

They didn't seem to think anything of either of those things.

He got the impression that they weren't particularly familiar with the rules around Companion classification, nor how strict they were.

"If you need to write a report about what happened, it might be better if, ah... well, if you don't mind lying..."

Simon raised his eyebrows in question.

"Sir... Simon.... I took your knife from you and used it to kill. It won't matter that the thing I killed was a vampire or that doing so likely saved all of our lives. It would perhaps be better if you told people that you woke up as the vampire was attacking me and managed to surprise it."

"You deserve the credit for such a damn fine kill but..." Simon shrugged. "You're right that nobody else is likely to appreciate it. Still... I want you to know that we do. You did save our lives. We owe you for that."

"Yeah, kid. We'll happily lie our asses off to keep you safe, but it sucks that we have to," Hamish added. "Anyone else would get a medal for pulling off what you did."

"Oh, fuck, I hope they don't try to give me a medal for this," Simon said, making a face. "I'll have to work on making it sound as unimpressive as possible."

"I mean, we did both manage to let ourselves get drugged, so I don't there there's much risk of anybody being too wildly impressed."

"I can't argue with that. The completely honest version of this story is so shameful that I should be glad I won't have to tell it to anyone who has the power to demote me. I thought I had not trusting people down to an art but here we are."

Hamish gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"Sometimes a weird mayor drugs you and tries to feed you to a vampire and there's just nothing you can do about it."

"Joining the military was a mistake."

"Well, at least it was your own stupid decision," Hamish said with a significant look in Danya's direction.

"Hmm." Simon's gaze swept over Danya and his frown deepened. "You're a mess."

Danya made a face and tried to brush some dirt off of his robe but there was no salvaging it.

He was indeed a mess.

"Sorry. Normally I would use magic to clean myself but..."

"Well, fortunately us humans have invented our own primitive ways to clean ourselves. Come here."

As Danya crawled over to sit in front of him, Simon got a clean rag out of his bag and dampened it with water from his canteen.

He tilted Danya's chin up with a gentle tap of one calloused finger and then began carefully dabbing away the blood that had dried all over Danya's neck.

Danya was grateful for his robe.

Sitting with his knees up, it was easy to hide exactly what kind of effect Simon's touch was having on him.

Danya inhaled sharply as Simon's finger brushed his jaw and Simon murmured an apology, thinking he'd hurt him.

Hamish caught Danya's eye and gave him a knowing grin as he packed up the camp.

He wasn't fooled.

The mood sobered as Simon moved on to Danya's wrist.

He spent a moment just holding Danya's arm, examining the cuts.

"Suicide may not have been your intent but doing this... you could have killed yourself, you know?"

Danya dipped his head and didn't respond.

He did know.

He hadn't thought it mattered much at the time.

Simon sighed and started wiping the blood off.

"Anyway, you'll need to keep this bandaged until it heals. Just about anyone in a military camp could tell at a glance that a vampire didn't do this."

"And if anyone does see it, just pretend it's part of some weird fetish Simon has," Hamish cut in. "Because somehow that's fine."

"Oh, brilliant. My reputation will be in tatters but that'll probably be a good thing because at least nobody will suspect I have any sympathy for slaves. Which would, of course, be unforgivable."

"I'll be careful," Danya murmured as Simon started bandaging his wrist.

"Good."

Simon pinned the end of the bandage in place.

"We'd best get going, then. The direction we're headed in is much safer, but I'd like to avoid another night under the stars all the same. You never really know what might be out there."

"Pfft," Hamish said as he led Simon's horse over. "I joined the military hoping to find out and so far the answer's been vampires and jack shit. Boring."

"Oh, shut up. You already told him why you really joined the military."

"I can have more than one motivation for doing something. I'm a complex person, Simon."

"No you're not."

Hamish shook his head.

"You're so hurtful."

"Anyway," Simon said as he pushed himself to his feet. "There's a reason we stick to well travelled paths. All that, out there..." he gazed towards the mountains, away from the road. "That belongs to the Fae. I don't really know what that means and I don't think I want to find out."

"Because you're boring," Hamish said as he handed the reins over. "We're probably going to die young one way or another. Sounds like a fun way to go."

"I'd rather die doing something that actually matters."

Hamish let out a bark of laughter.

"Well, you let me know when you find something like that."

"I would..." Danya's throat closed up when both pairs of eyes were suddenly on him. He swallowed and made himself keep going. "I would rather not die."

Simon gave him a kind smile.

"Then I suppose I shall have to live too. Hamish, help me get him up on the horse."

[chaos0pikachu]

Hey Pikachu (or do you prefer chaos?)

Unpopular BL opinions: MaxTul

Personally, I like them as far as the fmv edits are concerned. It's not so much that I don't like their shows, which I've only watched (and heard of) TWM and MOD, but that I don't understand the hype people have over them or their shows. you could say it's the same with OffGun for me. I like them as actors and as a pair and while the writing of these shows isn't special it's serviceable. I don't follow actors IRL. I don't care enough, nor is it any of my business. I got into both these shows after watching the fmvs and the comments about them being the best and the shows being amazing (it might just have to do with the time ig) but like, yeah they are good but really all they are is better than most others. If you get what I'm saying. I'd love to have seen them in something with a little more budget so I could judge better but now that Tul has retired I don't think I will.

I don't get this 'Kings of Chemistry' status they have and hold coz lbr 2022 gave us so much. And maybe my opinion of them is colored by those shows. Just a little bit.

Gimme a moment to bask in the glory of being called Pikachu (I'm good with chaos too tbh I love it all)

So the MaxTul shows I watched were Manner of Death and Together with Me. The latter I didn't finish because it was awful. Lol sorry to the fans but the show was boring and poorly made I think I only made it 2 episodes. Manner of Death had an interesting story but was so sloooooooooooow and the direction was awful and the editing was bad and the acting was hella mid. The show needed a better director, and a better budget and it woulda been a better show. The story was 100% there.

I think that's my biggest issue with Max and Tul is they're pretty mid actors to me? I think Tul is a better actor, so it woulda been cool to see him in a series against a better actor than Max (who's like, very average imo). I think they earned the Kings of Chemistry b/c during their era there was a lot of bad or mid chemistry with super chaste or outright dead fish kissing.

I'll hand it to Max and Tul, they can kiss. They def give it their all. They go for broke. But their body of work is from an era that's really rough quality wise and I think a lot of ppl forgive the lack of quality of a show b/c they specifically like the actors of said show. T

I've said before I don't vibe with a lot of GMMTV's shows b/c to be frank, they low-key suck lol they're low budget, and have sound issues, and acting issues, and lighting issues, and editing issues the list goes on and on. They purposely set a majority of them in university to cut down on costs and their stories tend to be boring (to me!!!). hey're the salt-less potato salad of BL shows imo

They rely on the audience's parasocial relationships with their "acting pairs" to carry the show like let's be real, Ohm and Nanon could star in the most basic, poorly produced university BL GMMTV's ever done and fans would still flock to it b/c they wanna see Ohm and Nanon acting together again especially as a couple.

I don't vibe with that personally, I don't give a fuck about acting pairs which is why I shall forever push Apo and Bible in a series together b/c they have amazing chemistry together and they're both solid actors. They would be dope as like rival assassins with contrasting methods who fall in love after being forced to work together (like Hobbs and Shaw but Thai and Gay)!!!

(sidenote not hating on anyone who does like a specific acting pair y'all live your life, live your truth, I support you)

Anyway Max and Tul are like, okay I think both are kinda mid actors in the two series I saw them in both of which I didn't really vibe with but they can smooch so kudos to them hope Tul enjoys retirement legit

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