#comes from misunderstandings and chaos instead of meanness

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#4 Astrology Observations

I usually don't get along with people who have Ascendant opposite my Mars. Something about them really irritates me and I don't even know why

Mars square Mars synastry is one of the most toxic synastry I know. It's like both are very strong-headed and no one will ever back down. If there is other strong placement in this synastry, it's like one of those couples that only stays together just to punish the other. It's like - no one can ever "own" you but me, no one can ever "destroy" you but me, I have the power to do that - So toxic

Saturn square Pluto synastry can be toxic because it has so much transformations and challenges. Saturn represent order and structure, Pluto represent transformation. This happen to both of them, and it's not like only the Pluto person who will bring about change. To give you an example, perhaps the Saturn is so used to chaos and Pluto will come into their life to help them build the structure and order that they need in their life. However Pluto have this forceful vibe to them, and Saturn, literally the one represent structure will find this resistance in their heart. Like "What are you doing, that's supposed to be my job, shut up, shut up, shut up why are you trying to control my life" and Let's say that for all their life, Pluto has this tunnel-like mindset that's probably toxic to them. Or even a belief. Saturn will come into their life to show them that there are other alternatives, that even though different from what Pluto has, is really working and definitely not toxic. Pluto will not take this change easily. Like "The fu*k you trynna change me, who do you think you are? How about I change you instead?" with this placement, both really need to drop the ego, it's crucial because I personally don't really see this as toxic, because it doesn't have to be. The thing is, this is also a binding aspect. I found this in couples who have been together for 10+ years or even married. This is because the transformation happen only after both really get to know each other quite well

People with Mercury square Chiron in natal chart can say some hurtful sh*t that will shook you mentally and emotionally and you will never be able to recover from this pain because usually there is an element of truth in it. They might insult you about your behaviour and somehow they connect it to a specific childhood trauma that you tried so hard to hide but this person can see it and you can't believe that this person really said it out loud. So now everyone knows

Mars in 1st in composite feels like there is a sense of defensiveness to it, but it doesn't always means towards each other but rather towards other people. It's like one or both are very defensive about this relationship that if someone disagrees with this, they will defend it hard

Chiron conjunct North node in composite means that there is some element in the relationship or in both people that is so triggering. And triggering doesn't mean that it's going to be painful or toxic, because the whole point of Chiron and North node is healing and transformations. Both will be uncomfortable and will see each other as a potential danger and there'll be a lot of doubt. But what they don't realise is they are not helpless. This is not about one person abusing the other, it's about both probably have the same trigger and fear and they might have the same toxic defense mechanism

Venus square Venus in synastry can be so intense because both can be very loyal to each other but have a very different way of showing it. This is precisely why they can’t let go of each other anyway even though they constantly fight or misunderstand each other in love. Especially if this synastry has Pluto or 8th house placement. One person’s form of loyalty could be marriage and the other might feel the same but their approach in marriage is very different. This will make the other person like “you said you wanna marry me but you do this, or you do it like this?? This doesn’t make sense to me”

I would like to say that no one truly ever move on from grieve. But especially water signs, they never truly "get over it". And people will say for example, it's because Scorpios want to take revenge, or Cancers are crybaby, or Pisces are delusional. But from my experience with them, it's because they really love deeply (if they love you for real). When they love it's become their whole being, you truly will become their world, their life. They will take you to their depth and you will be one with their ocean.

On the other hand, the best liars are water signs or water sign dominants. Again, this is my experience with them and as an air sign dominant I feel like I can't ever truly trust them??

People said Pisces have savior complex, well... in my experience it's Scorpios who has it. They like to be seen as someone / the only one who can save you. Perhaps they both have it, but in my own experience, it's Scorpios who most likely have it. Pisces energy seems too airy to me, almost like air signs. They won't really stick around, ya know? Like they love you so much but always want to run away as well. But not Scorpios. So if Scorpios thinks that they need to help you/save you, they effing will. Which can create co-dependants relationships in their life

People with Pisces in 12th house seems like they don't really have a real authentic self. It's worse than Neptune in 1st. They are the true chameleon. Like i'm not saying that they're fake, but they have a tendency to be "anyone", like they can change their appearance, behaviours, etc however they want it

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Congrats on the followers 🥳

For the self aware au with Malleus's thing about not being invited to events what about reader making sure he gets an invite by inviting him to the dance with them

Writing this one sure was a roller coaster! I wrote half of it with some random plot that I had no plans for. I'm glad I got a sudden inspiration on how to tie it together! Thanks for joining my event. I hope you like it!

You’d never have suspected that you’d become a member of the fashion police in another world.  Not that you’d put in any effort into it.  People just seemed to ask your opinion on things.  Ever since the dance was announced, the number of random students who would stop you in the hall to pull out a handkerchief or pair of socks and eagerly request your opinion on the color or material was growing.  You weren’t sure you were even qualified to give expert opinions on otherworldly fashion, but it didn’t seem to matter.  Any item you deemed nice was shown off like a treasure.  If you should happen to pause or trail off instead, the article in question was quickly hidden from view and the unfortunate student requesting evaluation of such an inferior item scurried off equally as quick. 

It surprised you greatly when the requests began and even more when you started to notice some of the names requesting a moment of your time.  Azul asked you to weigh in on a tie.  Kalim came with an armful of bangles that only you could possibly select the best from.  Even Vil had one day haughtily remarked he was going to wear his hair up to the dance and subtly prodded you for an opinion on that.  You had no business giving Savanaclaw A advice on his fashion, let alone Vil, but each time you were requested an opinion, you answered honestly.  Overtime, you’d come to give just about every member of the main cast advice, including the teachers!

Professor Crewel smiled at you like you’d preformed a wonderful trick, “Well done, pup.”  You smiled back indulgently, used to the unique way he addressed his students.  “You may go, Prefect,” Crewel replied, still gazing at the boots you’d said suit him well.  You’d almost made it to the door when Crewel’s voice stopped you, “Matching colors.”  You paused and turned toward him, “What was that?”  Crewel turned his sharp gaze to you, “Everyone is waiting to see whom you attempt to coordinate with.  Such a show of favoritism means a great deal to a young man.  And if it’s with you…”  Oh, well.  That was a complication you didn’t need.

---

“Get this junk out of here!” Grim complained for the third time tonight.  You look up from the assortment of notes you have spread out over the floor and remind him, “I can’t do that Grim.  If I pick someone to favor, I’m only going to trigger…I don’t know what.  Mass overblot?  Chaos in the streets?  Who knows!”  Grim opens his mouth to disagree but then appears to think twice about it.  “So, what are you gonna do about it then?” he asks softly.  You gesture to the massive network of notes, “I just have to find it here; a color that no one is wearing and pick that one.  Then no one can get offended or misunderstand.” 

From all the fashion advice you’d been giving out, you had a vague idea of what each character of the main cast and good portion of the general student body would be wearing.  That information was spread out on notecards across the Ramshackle Dorm’s floor.  Only, finding the thing you needed was harder than you anticipated.  You’d tried organizing the students by color family, school years and dorms before looking for that elusive missing shade.  Maybe it was Grim walking over your notes or perhaps it was the Ramshackle ghosts playing tricks but every time you think you have it; a card will turn up with your chosen color, turning your unique shade into a matching pair.  

“Ugh,” you toss a handful of cards up, “This is hopeless.”  Grim looks at you from the table where he eats his tuna, avoiding your little project as much as he is able, “So don’t go then.”  You sit up and consider, is that an option?  You tried to picture it.  ‘What do you mean They aren’t coming!  Let’s start a riot!  Everyone to Ramshackle, let’s drag Them out!’  Ok, you were probably being dramatic but still, people in this world weren’t normal about you.  “So, I guess everyone has to go then,” you say as you throw an arm across your eyes and moan to Grim about your ordeal.  He endures your antics for a moment before he mutters, “Not everyone,” under his breath.

You drop your arm and look at him, “What do you mean, Grim?”  He gestures with his eating utensil to your pile of cards, “Tsunataro isn’t there.  Why do I hafta attend a dance if he doesn’t?” Grim scrunches his face and shouts, “I only wanna go to the banquet!  The party ends when the food is gone!”  You’d already tuned out Grim’s complaint on food, instead focusing on Malleus’s omission.  That can’t be right.  You’d have noticed if Malleus wasn’t in your notes, wouldn’t you?  You head over to the Diasomina stack and rifle through them, no Malleus.  Could it be mis-sorted?  You check the entire collection again but still no Malleus.    “How can this happen?  I get that he doesn’t get invited in the game but why didn’t I notice?” you gesture dramatically, “I mean I even sorted them by dorm, for crying out loud!”  Grim slowly chews a bite of tuna as he watches you, “You know, I don’t like to bring it up since you are who you are and all but…why do you think you are so special that you can go against the Will of the World?” 

You consider that point.  When you’d first met Grim, well, you’d sort of freaked out at him.  He’d listened to your ravings about games and characters before calming you down.  He was the only ‘person’ you actually spoke to about the game world and, somehow, he seemed to both believe you and guide you through your unusual situation.  So, when Grim suggests that you are also being restricted by the game plot, you have to give the idea merit and it made you profoundly sad.  You had a soft spot for Malleus, he was one of your favorite characters, and now you might end up forgetting about him like the rest of the cast? 

You put aside your quest for the perfect color, having grown frustrated with that anyway, and pulled out your phone.  Unsurprisingly, you didn’t have Malleus’s number.  Nor Lilia’s, which was odder considering what a social butterfly he was.  You scrolled through your contacts, searching for someone you thought might know his number and settled on Cater.  You seemed to recall a vignette where Cater forgot to invite Malleus to a party, which was not the best of signs, but at least it suggested he had a method of contacting him.

[Hey, Cater!  It’s just me.]

[YES]

[I mean hi there Great One]

[I mean buddy…great buddy]

[What can Cay-Cay do for you?]

[Do you have Malleus’s number by chance?]

[Oh noes!  I don’t!  So sorry!]

[But I do have Lills number!]

[Want Cay-Cay to hook you up?]

If you texted Lilia, then he’d have your number.  He can be…rather odd sometimes.  Perhaps it was best not to let more people have access to your number.

[Can you just pass a message along?  Ask him to make sure Malleus is invited to the dance?]

[Sure!  You can count on me!]

You couldn’t count on him.  It wasn’t until the very night of the dance that you pulled out your phone to plan where to meet up with your friends and saw the old text.  You felt a foreboding sense of dread for you had fully forgotten about the situation until that very moment.  The power of the plot was no joke.

[Hey Cater]

[Hiiii]

[Are you here?]

[Where are you?]

[Do you need me?  I’ll do anything you need]

Of course, he was freaking out.  You interrupted his text stream.

[Focus!]

[Did you get that message to Malleus about the dance?]

[Ah, Malleus.  Of course.  Let me check]

You didn’t consider texting to be particularly personal, but you can feel disappointment through the text.  You’d have to make it up to him.  While you were waiting, you took a selfie and sent it to Cater. #readytodance.  There, that should cheer him up a bit.

[Ah!  You look so cute in that!]

[I’m totes jealous of your style]

You can picture him making his signature v hand sign as he says that.  At least you could count on Cater to be easy to distract.

[Lils says Malleus was out when he got the text and he forgot]

[I’m SOOOO sorry!]

Dammit.  So, after all your bravado, you’d let him get left out of a social event again.  Some all-knowing Player you were. You sigh and look at the ceiling for a long moment until you hear your phone’s notification chime again.

[So…are you still coming?]

You look at the question puzzled.  What else would you be doing?  You’d spent all this time finding this horrid shade of pink to wear just to attend.  Why did he think your plans might change?  Then you had it.  A smile came over your lips as you knew exactly what you should be doing instead.

[Yeah, tell the guys I’m just going to be a little late.]

---

The towers of Diasomnia gave off an imposing aura, like that of their master.  The sudden and frequent lightning strikes did nothing to tone down the atmosphere.  He clearly realized he’d been forgotten again and was deep into a sulk.  You kept a wary eye on the sky as you crept closer to the castle gates and finally felt less dread once you were inside.  You didn’t exactly know where Malleus would be but sort of figured you’d try the top of the tallest tower and see how that went.  This was a storybook inspired world, after all.  True to tale, that was where you found him, gazing deep into the darkening night from his window with a sever frown set upon his face.

You knocked carefully on the doorframe.  “Hey,” you called out gently, gaining his attention.  “It’s you,” he says in surprise, “Why, whatever are you doing here alone?” You give him a mournful smile, “That’s what I was going to ask you.”  He clicks his teeth in annoyance, “Where else would I be?  I’m not wanted at their little celebration.  I’ve not such bad manners to attend a party I’m not invited to.  Even if everyone else has been.  The royalty, the nobility, the gentry…” You gesture to yourself and finish for him, “Even the rabble.”   At that, he looks upset, “Certainly not.  I’ll let no one refer to you so.”  You waive your hand, calming down the ire of your draconian friend.

“It was a joke!” you assure him, “I just…thought this color didn’t suit me is all.”  He considers your pink formal wear.  “Is it not to your liking?” he asks musingly.  “Hmm, I don’t know if I’d say that.  It’s more that I didn’t really pick it out totally myself,” you sigh, “There was a whole situation there.  I couldn’t let anyone think I was showing favor or inviting a date or…”  You trailed off, getting an idea.  “Actually, Malleus, what do you think if we…”

---

You stood at the door to the gardens where the ballroom venue had been set up.  You smiled at Malleus, who stands by your side, and give his hand a nervous squeeze.  “Are you ready for this?”  You were worried about the reaction this entrance is going to cause but apparently Malleus is unphased, “With you by my side, Prefect, I am prepared for anything.”  Perhaps this should have made you happy to hear but all it did was to remind you that even a great dragon mage like Malleus believed ordinary you were capable of amazing feats because you were the famed Player.  Well, if you manage to open this door without setting off a riot, maybe he was right.  You stepped in front of the door, grasped the handle, pulled it open and entered the ballroom.

Two things happened immediately.  Firstly, you looked in shock at the sea of pink filling the ballroom.  You’d spent weeks helping the students of NRC choose outfits and sneakily collecting notes on what they planned to wear only to have basically everyone change their formal wear last minute.  And to pink, surprisingly.  At the same time you were entering the ballroom and taking in the array of pink, the gathered students were noticing you.  And how you weren’t wearing pink.

“GREEN!” Epel shouts, “Why’m I wearin’ PINK if the Prefect is wearin’ GREEN!”  The aggravated boy isn’t alone.  A crowd of angry students gather around Cater.  Azul pushes his glasses up and peers at Cater from between his fingers as he speaks enquiringly, “Were you attempting to make fools of us, Cater?”  The nervous third year glances at the menacing Leech twins that accompany Azul, all three in matching pink suits and fedoras.  “Of course not!” Cater stammers with his hands up, “Why would I be dressed like this otherwise?”  The formidable crowd of pink adorned students considers Cater and his equally pink formal wear carefully.

“Hey guys,” you say as you carefully push your way through the crowd, Malleus following in your wake, “What…what’s going on here?”  Cater clutches onto your sleeve and exclaims, “PREFECT!  I’m SO GLAD to see you HERE.  In…in green.  Wha, what happened to the pink from that pic?  You…you looked so good in that.”  You give him a sheepish smile, “Ah yes, about that…”  You gesture to Malleus who smiles proudly at your side, “I thought it would be better to match with Malleus, since he is always getting left out of things like this.  So, I had him use some color-changing magic to change my clothes to Diasomnia green!” 

There is a moment of silence as everyone takes that in.  Then that silence is broken when Jamil smiles a most devious smile and remarks, “Color-changing magic?  Is that so?”  Then several other students look slyly at each other and draw their magic pens.  “Hey,” you say backing away slowly, “Let’s not go crazy here…”  It’s not surprising when Deuce, who rarely thinks things over, is first to shout his spell.  It is unfortunate though, that his magic is so unpracticed, resulting in your garment taking over a spattered pattern of blue; much like paint covering the cloth. 

“That won’t do,” you hear Riddle tut from the side of you, “I’ll fix that up for you.  My apologies, Prefect.”  With that, a much firmer wave of magic washes over you and you see that your formal wear is now a vibrant red.  “Red?” you say questioningly before looking up to see a sly smiling Riddle has also changed his own garment back to the original Queen’s Red.  “I see how you want to play this,” Vil remarks sharply, “Well, if you want a challenge, you’ve got one! Rook!” The deviously smiling huntsman barely joins the Dorm leader of Pomefiore before an utter cacophony of spells begins.  In just a few moments, you were hit with at least fifty spells, causing you no harm but nearly knocking you off your feet. 

Malleus catches you, lending you a supporting hand and you look up at him gratefully.  Then you sadly consider the state of your formal wear.  So many spells landing at once seems to have caused an unexpected reaction.  Now, instead of your garment being one color, it shifted from one to the next as each spell fought for dominance over your clothes.  You look beseechingly at Crowley, who is chaperoning the dance.  He sighs, “There isn’t anything to be done until it settles, I’m afraid.”  You look at Malleus for confirmation but he only frowns, not able to meet your disappointed gaze.  You feel a pat on your back and Lilia remarks, “You know, it has a certain charm this way.  Yes, I rather like it.” 

You give him an exasperated sigh, shaking the hem of your color shifting garment, “I can barely look at it.”  Lilia laughs and suggests, “Well then don’t look!  You’re not meant to look down when dancing anyway.”  Such practical advice from Lilia makes you snort at him, but his words have reached you.  Fine then, you can’t change the situation, but you could control how the rest of the night went.  The three fae waited patiently for you to respond.   You turn and calmly ask, “Malleus, may I invite you to dance?”  With a glad smile, he takes your hand and leads you to the floor.  You glide through the dance with your prince and color changing garment.  First pink, then green and now blue.  It’s a sight like something from a tale you’d heard long ago.  A tale you’d make end happily ever after.  It was up to you to decide; you were the Player, after all.

---

Malleus happily opens his shrine to the Player and adds a scrap of unusual color shifting fabric to the collection.  For now, his treasure would sparkle and change; offering him a reminder of the first dance he’d ever been invited to (and by the Player, no less!).  Someday, he knew the magic would fade and the small scrap of fabric would settle on one color.  No matter what color that was, Malleus knew that he’d change it to green.  Afterall, it didn’t matter how the story began, just that it ended with you and him paired in Diasomnia green.  He had to honor your decisions.  You’d chosen him and you were the Player, after all.

#500 follower event #twst #twisted wonderland #tw: yandere #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus draconia

[ghostly-penumbra]

DPxDC Week 2023

19: Clockwork/Accidental Baby Acquisition/Misunderstandings

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yeah i forgot to post this here lol

Me, earlier in EctoberHaunt: I mean,, it's not really a DC Crossover? It's with Lucifer (TV) and that comes from the comic which comes from the Sandman which is kinda in the DC Universe... but that's a bit of a stretch to me, so I won't tag it as DPxDC.

Me, now: LOOK AT THIS SANDMAN (WHICH IS FROM DC, BTW) CROSSOVER, WHICH TOTALLY QUALIFIES EVEN IF NONE OF THE MAIN DC CHARACTERS ARE PRESENT!

Also spoilers for The Sandman.

- - -

“This is perhaps, the most important thing I will ever ask of you.” Clockwork said with a serious face unlike his usual one, where it just reflected his demeanour, but instead showed genuine concern the likes of which the so-called uncaring Master of Time never showed.

And with no hesitation, Danny had accepted the task.

“Get the baby away from the chaos duo, and take him back to his mom…” Danny looked at the baby in his arms, babbling happily whilst patting Phantom’s logo. “Now who exactly is your mom, buddy? And why are you guys so important that even gramps is having me interfere?”

“Baahh!”

“Not saying that you have to be relevant or something to deserve help! I’m just wondering if you’ll be some kind of superhero too! You may even save the world rather than destroy it.”

Seeing Danny’s saddened expression, the baby made an unhappy sound and tapped at his chest again, making the boy smile.

“You’re allowed to kick my butt if I ever grow to be Dan again.”

“Dah!”

“I think we’re around the same age, actually, so it won’t be just some kid kicking my ass.”

“Aass!”

“Oops.” Danny shifted his arms to more securely hold the baby and started floating just a couple of metres off the ground. “Now off to find your mom, future Daniel-defeater.”

“Dan-eel!” The baby cuddled up to him, and Danny felt the blond curls ticklke under his chin.

Invisible and in the air, Phantom looked for a distressed woman similar to the baby in his arms before she made a big mistake, even if he didn’t know about it.

-

Back in his Tower, Time watched as Daniel Fenton carried Daniel Hall to safety and stopped Lyta Hall from bringing doom upon the Dreaming.

He looked away, towards his grandson’s head as he sang his sorrowful song in the face of unending life. Clockwork still had work to do, and having no way to kill himself nor a ready successor wouldn’t simply make his son develop lust for life, but it would stall him, and one more second alive was infinite hope that Dream would choose change, and that was all a father could hope for.

#Danny Phantom #DC Comics #DPxDC #dpxdc week 2023 #Danny Fenton #The Sandman #Clockwork #accidental baby acquisition #misunderstandings #Time #Daniel Hall #ghostly-scrypts

[cosmicmermaidwitch]

pick a pile: about your person... ✧

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pile one ₊ ⊹

pile one, your person is definitely someone who's very hard working. they will do anything to fulfill their dreams, even if it means bringing chaos into their life. they have a lot of love and hope in their heart, nothing can bring them down from seeing the positive in moments of hardship. in the past, they may have been deceived a lot by friends and lovers. this makes them hesitate when it comes to emotional connections. once they feel comfortable enough, they won't stop showering with love and affection. they are someone that just wants harmony in their life, seems as though they have managed that already. you will/have met by destiny, your connection was always meant to be. a lot of secrets in the future are hidden from them, they will have to reconsider some decisions they have made in life and will live through some confusion that asks for support and help from outside. overall, they seem like a positive energy. many things can bloom into their and your life if you nurture this connection properly.

pile two ₊ ⊹

pile two, your person is someone very creative. they seem to have a lot of ideas and thoughts on how to manage life and it's obstacles, they seem to have a lot of them lately. they´ve been mentally and spiritually very exhausted and need some time off to detach from the reality they live in. even though they might look like they have their life together on the outside, something inside them is always doubting and judging their achievements. nevertheless, they do seem to be emotionally and romantically available but not as much as some may want them to be. something is blocking them from it. they are being guided to create something new in their life, something that will give them abundance and will feed their soul too. but at the moment they are too stuck in the past, they have to be more confident about their abilities in order for the negative energy in their life to be put to a rest and to create a better soul connection.

pile three ₊ ⊹

pile three, your person is currently on their way to success. they are not sure what they wanna become but what is clear is that they have the tools to achieve whatever they want. they may be fighting with themselves or even others about this, not wanting to show anyone about their true self which is a mix of a sensitive but also chaotic soul. they are fast on their feet, which may cause some unnecessary misunderstandings. they are being called to take some rest, to reconnect to themselves and make their life a bit less hectic. they need to figure out who they are, what they want and what their life is supposed to look like. by doing this, they will also open up their heart to love. your connection is fated by destiny, which will bloom once blockages are removed. instead they are acting too fast and not thinking about possible consequences. a few things are being presented towards them, which will lead to even more confusion. they need a lot of support now, this intense change will give them more clarity but it will be a hard journey for them.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜

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[eddieismissing]

WHEN I GET HOME YOU’RE SO DEAD!

part one. || part two. || part three.

(based on the song when i get home youre so dead by mayday parade)

after your argument with eddie about your infidelity, things were still unclear. but your boyfriend still loved you, after all he had saved you from that man in the ally of his favorite dingy bar. (not before publicly humiliating both you and his bestfriend during his performance of a new original song). steve unwillingly brought you both back to eddie's trailer after your boyfriend demanded him to.. and now he finally had you alone. let chaos ensue. 3K+ words.

rockstar!eddie munson x reader. steve harrington. steddie x reader, (if you squint).

warnings: 18+, angst, fighting, infidelity, crying, dark content, choking, dirty talk, teasing, degradation, markings, obsessive behavior, violence, rockstar!eddie, p in v, breeding, hair pulling, slapping, biting, dom!eddie, dark!eddie, mean!eddie, rough stuff, seriously this is gonna be angsty, aftercare, misunderstandings, subspace, dom drop, soft!eddie, fluff & aftercare, two idiots in love, solving conflict, and things I'm sure I missed.

this is a wip, part three coming very soon! (edit: it’s posted!)

SMUT DIRECTLY UNDER THE CUT. NO MINORS PLEASE. 18+.

The car came to a quick stop. The tires of Steve’s car rolled on the hard gravel that mapped out Eddie’s lot in the trailer park. Your boyfriend still had you pinned underneath him in the back seat. Rough denim jeans against your skin ignited heat in your chest as his hips moved rhythmically into you. The relief you received from him against you was intoxicating, reminding you of the many times you’ve danced with him like this before. It was always loving and caring, rough when Eddie knew you needed him to clear your mind. You hoped he would clear your mind, because this time there were unanswered questions. Problems you know wouldn’t just be solved with him taking control and causing you to unravel for him. This time you both knew it was going to be different. A puzzle of emotions laid out between you two.

You hadn’t been under him like this in awhile due to your argument that led you into making bad decisions. Both of you hadn’t been able to peel back the skin of humiliation you had experienced for the past two weeks. The dream that had caused this was still lingering in the back of your mind. It was a wound that was still fresh. His reaction to your dream still stung, but it was easily forgettable as he worked against you. He held the remedy to your injury in his hands. His words. His movements. He was more kind to you than normal, but his harsh bites and tugs were laced with something strange. Your fingers played with the hem of his shirt, but you longed to place a finger on what was really bothering him.

You getting Steve involved in this situation must’ve driven Eddie up the wall. Writing that song about you and then performing it was reliving for him. You couldn’t be mad for the harsh words and digs that he wrote throughout his melodies. It was his way of expressing himself, and his feelings. You had to accept that. Especially after you had expressed your feelings with Steve. You and Eddie had been joined at the hip for as long as any of your friends could remember, so why couldn’t this have been resolved before you got to this point? The fighting was all so messy, so unexpected, so pointless. But the relief you both craved for answers and solutions was drowning in desire instead. Eddie was never good at being vulnerable without his songs and you were never good at making decisions. 

Eddie’s hips continued to work against yours roughly as he reached for the car’s door handle to make an exit. You couldn’t help yourself as your bottom lip pinched between your teeth while he surged forward. His free hand reached down to grip your hip to keep you still, his actions demanded you to be still. You could tell he didn’t want you to have any form of control after how much you had hurt him. His touch was burning as his warm fingers pushed you harder into the cushion with a growl. 

“Don’t you dare fucking move.”

A small whimper left your throat against your will as you heard the door pop open. Eddie glanced down at you with a knowing smirk. 

“Got you excited? You’re so eager for me aren’t you, sweetheart?” He said in a low whisper. His hot breath fanning against your cheeks made you blush a light pink.

Steve sighed in the front seat, reminding you he was there, “Alright, Ed’s let’s wrap this up.” 

Eddie pulled away from you and grunted, “can’t you just shut up?” Eddie barked.

He grabbed your cheek and pushed your face into the backseat cushion as he spoke to his best friend. Your face was flat on the expensive leather that dressed the back seat and was sticky from the heat that radiated off of you and Eddie. You let out a cry as the muscles in your neck turned abruptly. Eddie quickly shot his eyes at you when the subtle sound you made stirred his stomach. His eyes were scarily dark as he watched you. You couldn’t help but lift your hands and paw at him to get the loving glassy look back in his eyes. Instead, he laughed at you. You looked pitiful like this. 

You could tell Eddie was proud of his work already with the satisfaction dressed all over his face. He easily was able to get you so worked up with a few dirty words and some aggressive movements. He leaned down to lick your cheek grossly, he let his tongue hang out of his mouth as he gazed down at you. A line of spit connected his tongue to your cheek.

“Open that pretty mouth up for me.” He didn’t give you a chance to obey as he pulled you mouth open winder with his index finger and middle. Steve watched in the rear view mirror.

You moaned as Eddie’s fingers played with your throat softly. His index finger toyed with the heat of your mouth as he watched you swirl your tongue around his middle. He groaned. Eddie’s touch got harsher when you sucked him in with hollowed cheeks, your lips reaching all the way down to the hilt of one of his sparkly rings. His eyes bored into yours as he watched his jewelry sparkle with your spit. The deep black color of his pupils that swallowed his irises in the darkness of Steve’s backseat was a good reminder that he was hurt, and he was just getting started. Your heart started to beat faster. He was going to ruin you when he finally had you alone. His hand that was on your hip gripped you tighter as he watched your eyes gloss over in realization. Tonight was going to be exhausting for the both of you, physically and mentality.

When Eddie moved his touch away from your lips, you released him with a pop. Your mouth stayed open willingly. He smiled lovingly when your tongue softly fell from your lips begging him for more of a taste. Your taste buds danced with a metallic taste from the dried blood on his knuckles and a bit of sweetness from whatever he had been drinking at the bar. The flavor was evidence of him saving you from that man in the alleyway earlier, but it was also comforting and safe. Nostalgic of all of your memories shared together.

Eddie was everything you wanted and more compared to Steve. You couldn’t even remember how Steve felt against your lips when your thoughts were consumed with Eddie. Your mind and senses were sent into overdrive as you tried to compose yourself enough to hear your boyfriend's next command or question. Just trying to have enough brainpower to answer him when he spoke to you was damning when you felt this lightheaded.

It was so hard to focus. His fingers gently played with your swollen bottom lip and he laughed at you as you tried to suck him back in. He quickly gripped your throat to keep you from squirming. The pitiful whimpers that spilled from his new hand placement only seemed to edge him on. Your throat was warmed up and worked open from the previous intrusion of his big fingers, but he wasn’t going to give you something to keep your mind cloudy and occupied. He’d keep you on edge all night. You tried taking a deep breath, closing your lips in a tight line to steady your breathing while his hand soaked in your spit tightened around your throat. 

Eddie didn’t like that. He raised up slightly, and leaned back. Holding his body weight up with his knee and abandoning you. His hand that once held a vice grip on your hip was suddenly in your line of vision. He smacked you on your cheek with a harsh slap and you cried out at the pain. He smiled devilishly.

“No. None of that. If I tell you to open your mouth for me, you keep it open. I'm gonna be taking every last breath from you.”

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, you immediately opened your mouth up for him again, scared of what might happen if you disobeyed him in any way tonight. He shushed you as you winced at his gentle kisses on your cheeks. They were sure to be a little red by now. 

“Oh, baby… did I scare you? Shhh… m’sorry sweet girl. You're such a good girl for me.” Eddie leaned down to kiss your tears from your cheeks. Eddie hummed, loosening the grip he had on your throat.

“Don’t you think… I deserve it?” he kissed you again, “after everything you put me through?” he huffed.

“I’m not gonna be gentle with you tonight, we both know that.. and you’re already soooo needy baby… all because of me?” He chuckled deeply. “I wish you could see how miserable you look, all dumb for me with your mouth open wide…” 

Suddenly he was leaning closer and Eddie’s wet hot saliva was dripping into your throat, some landing on your cheek. You swallowed. He smirked as he cooed at you. His hand reached up to the spit on your cheek and spread his mark over your face messily. The taste of liquor and cigarettes filled your senses once again. He removed his hands from you and pushed open the door further. Chills went down your spine at his messy attitude, but it was partly caused by the cold air that rushed over you as the heat of Steve’s car rushed to escape out of the crack in the door. You clung to Eddie, trying to absorb his warmth. Your ankles crossed behind his back and your arms reached for purchase around his neck. They tightly landed against the back of his slick leather jacket.  

His body weight fell onto you at your motions, he let out a gruff and a laugh to mock your desperations. The sweet sound was laced with love. That was the first sign he still cared. He matched your eagerness as he pulled you to him by the small of your back and forced your legs to latch onto his hips tighter. He felt you shiver from the cold and began kissing you on your collarbone and neck to keep you warm. His tongue was soft and pillowy in comparison to his harsh biting. He dug his hips further into you to lift you up on his lap so he could slip out of the car. Your body followed him. You sat on his thighs and faced each other.

Eddie bushed your hair out of your face gently as you fit into his lap perfectly. He blushed before pausing to admire your features. He was so proud of how your eyebrows furrowed softly. You looked so precious with your swollen pink lips and blown out eyes. Eddie stared at you. 

“You’re still the prettiest girl I have ever seen. You know that? don't you, baby?” he whispered.

You silently nodded. He smiled dreamily. He knew your head was already light and spacy for him. Eddie grabbed your chin and pushed your head to the side, giving himself more access to your throat. He slowly kissed up the colom of your neck in gentle kisses. When he reached the spot that made you melt he nipped you with his sharp canines. 

“Eddie, ‘m sorry. i- i just don’t know..” you hiccupped, “do- don’t know what i was thinking, baby.” 

He giggled into your shoulder while listening to you intently. Your voice was set in a higher octave. He trailed his hot tongue from your collarbone to your neck. When he reached the shell of your ear, to accept your apology, his voice was gruff. 

“Oh yeah?” he clicked his tongue and let out a breathy laugh, “but.. sweetheart” he paused. “You fucked up bad, didn’t you?” he pulled away as his eyes softened on you. He could see your eye’s filling with more tears.

“Admit it for me. I almost got you out of that head of yours hmm? it’s okay, I've got you.. you don’t have to think about anything else but me… and I know I messed up too, pretty baby.” Eddie confessed to calm you.

“I’m gonna fix this attitude. I’ll fix this little problem you’re having thinking I don’t love you. I’m gonna show you just how much..” he kissed you gently before pulling away again. “...i love you.”

“I love you, Eddie.” You whimpered, he smiled at you before diving back into your soft neck. 

“Mmmhm. Like i said, I promise I’ll try being gentle, but I don’t think you really deserve it. Do you?” he questioned, testing your limits, wanting to know how far he could push this before he broke you.. and if you would be willing to take it. take him.

Steve groaned at his best friend's words. He sat stone cold in the front seat continuing to watch the two of you in the rear view. Steve knew this was going to be one of the last times that you were ever in Steve’s presence. Steve would be lucky if Eddie ever let you be within 20 feet of him again, and he was overly surprised Eddie even saved him from that fight in the alleyway. Eddie would’ve left him to teach him a good life lesson if you weren’t involved, but Steve’s thoughts on the whole situation didn’t stop him from speaking up again,   

“Can you guys hurry this up?” Steve spoke with his hands, pointing to Eddie’s trailer.

“A room is literally 10 feet away. At most.” He cried. 

The words Steve spoke engulfed Eddie in anger. He smirked sarcastically, clicking his tongue against his teeth. Eddie’s eyes met Steve's in the rear view as he pulled you closer. Eddie shuffled forward while he turned his attention to Steve. Eddie’s hand wrapped his hand around your throat tightly to keep your eyes on him. You whined and Steve rolled his eyes at the metalhead. Your head got lighter and the boys could see your arousal dripping from you. That's exactly what Eddie wanted. He was desperate to have you back in his arms. In his possession. You weren’t Steve’s, nor would you ever be. Deep down he knew that, but he wanted him to see it. 

Your tantrum was only caused because you thought he didn’t care about your little dream. Eddie hummed while his hand remained on your throat pushing down even harder. His grip was bruising. Your pulse was beating against his finger tips, but he paid no mind to you. All you could focus on was him as his eyes turned sharp. They watched Steve’s expressions darkly as he spoke to you. The way his head turned exposed his neck over you. It glistened with sweat in the dark lighting that flooded the car’s backseat. 

“Hear that baby? Hmm? Your little toy doesn’t wanna play with you anymore..” he snapped. “It’s not like he could really handle you anyways, you someone who will treat you like the slut you are. A doll like you needs to be properly played with.. don’t you?” 

He felt you try to nod at him while he watched Steve. His focus was back to you suddenly. Eddie’s hand moved swiftly from your throat to in the air. He smacked your cheek with an open palm. Both you and Steve jumped at the smacking sound. Your tears spilled out of your eyes from the sensations running through your body. He moved to get fully out of the car. His big boots thudded against the gravel as he lifted you out and kept you tightly to him with his strength. 

“Dumb whore. Words. You know I need your words.” he snapped. 

you whined, “..mhm.. only you know wh-what i like, m’promise.. only you take care of me.” was all you could choke out.  

His voice was deep and dark compared to your needy cries. You could feel the desire Eddie oozed to fuck you silly as he ignored Steve yelling to be careful with you as he adjusted you in his arms. He made sure he gripped your thighs hard enough to leave marks. You heard him kick the car door shut. He let out a breathy chuckle as you flinched at the noise. Eddie kissed you hungry as Steve’s car slowly backed out of the driveway. His feet carried the both of you to his trailer. Both of your eyes soft as you rubbed his cheek with your cold hand and gazed into each others eyes.

“I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry.. Eddie.” you sighed. You felt him walk up the stairs as his knees brushed against you. His hand reached into his pocket to grab his keys and he fiddled with the door knob before he spoke again. 

“You fucking better be.” he whispered before the door opened with a soft click.

His big palm rested on the small of your back as he pushed you against him. Like a magnet your legs tightened around his small waist so he could adjust you in his arms. Eddie kicked the car door closed behind him as he walked into the empty trailer. The brief walk to his house felt so long. The cold of the air outside made your skin prickle in chills, you shirt was still somewhere in steve’s car. Inside you looked at him slowly, resting your hands on his hot cheeks. He recoiled slightly, as if your cold hands burned his already hot face. You couldn’t tell if he was angry with you or if the liquor from earlier in the evening was the cause of his body heat increasing. A part of you hoped that it was you that was causing him to blush warmly. He paused as you rubbed the pad of your thumb under his eyes. A silent offer to dry his invisible tears.

“Will you ever learn to forgive me? If I apologized and told you that it’s always been you… wo.. would you believe me?” you whispered.

A look of shame danced across Eddie’s face, “Sweetheart, I know it’s always been me doll.. and listen..” Eddie sighed as he sat on the couch.

You sat politely on his lap, not wanting to put your entire weight on him. Eddie grabbed your hips and pushed you harshly against him. You yelped as your thighs split further apart to make room for him. He hummed in satisfaction.

His eyes were glassy as he spoke, your hands danced down his chest now, “I believe you and I forgive you.. but you’re gonna tell me exactly what you did with Steve in that bathroom, baby.. and you’re going to be good for me. If you disrespect me tonight more than you already have then we're going to have bigger issues.”

Eyes widened, you looked at Eddie in surprise, “You want me to do.. ed… Steve and I.. it was just a kiss.. just a kiss.” you cried. 

Eddie’s grip tightened on your waist, “..if it was just a kiss, show me.. how did you kiss him.. hm?” he raised your chin with one of his fingers so you would meet his gaze. 

“I- I don’t wanna think about Steve while i'm trying to make this up to you..” you reasoned with him. He let out a groan, “I don’t give a fuck what you wanna think about, if i demand you to show me.. you. show. me.” 

Your soft hands danced up and down your boyfriend's chest, “We.. we started like this.” You fingers continued to trace his chest. “He had his hands on me, and he was..” Suddenly eddie’s hands traced small circles on your hips. “and he put his hand on my neck.. he was gentle.” 

Eddie laughed. His fingers hovered over your hips until they were tracing your spine, when his hand met the back of your neck he gripped you hard. The muscles in your body tensed. Eddie could feel your pulse in his palm. You winced and he pulled you back slightly so he could move you anyway he wanted to.

“Of course Stevie treats you like your glass when i'm not around… he knows i'm the only one allowed to break you huh, sweetheart?”

All you could choke out was a strangled, “mh-hm.” Your boyfriend released you and tucked some of your hair behind your ear before he traced your hips again, “and what happened next?”

“..w-well we kissed.” you answered.

Eddie didn’t like that, and he was tired of repeating himself. His features turned sharp. He lifted you off of him and brought you to your feet. His frame towered over you and made you feel so small. As he crowded your space he walked forwards, you couldn’t help but flinch away from him until your back was met with the wall. Lifting both of his hands above your head, he placed his palms flat on the surface. Both of his forearms caged you in as his hot breath fanned on your face. He looked so sexy like this. 

“Do you not understand what I meant by show me? Are you to fucked out to understand my demands, pretty baby?” he paused, his eyes watching your lips part.

“You have no idea what I have planned tonight. Thought about it all last week.. couldn’t wait to see you.” he took a deep breath as if he was inhaling the fear that oozed off of your body. “I'm going to break you, like you broke me.. I cried for days, over one stupid fucking kiss.” He whined. 

“Now.. kiss me.. kiss me like you kissed him.” 

fin.

my masterlist. || part three.

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[geraskierbrainrot]

This is a collection of fics where misunderstandings make for a big, if not the main, part of the plot

Lovely to Love by @snowkatze | T | 2k

When Jaskier flinches away from him, Geralt knows something has changed. That Jaskier must have finally realized that Geralt is someone to be afraid of. If Geralt weren't so selfish, he would leave, but now he tells himself – just a little bit longer.

Should Have Known by poselikeateam | T | 4k

Jaskier didn't mean to keep it a secret. He thought they talked about it, albeit not in so many words. So when he finds out that Geralt still, after all these years, doesn't know he's a Higher Vampire? Well. He doesn't really know what to do with that.

Turn That Whiskey into Rain by @rhubarbdreams | E | 4k

Geralt mistakes Jaskier for a, ahem, lady of the night, and Jaskier goes with it. As you do. "I don't require a whore." Funny thing is, Jaskier wasn't about to offer. He means to convey words to that effect to settle the matter and dispel any potential future misunderstandings, but finds himself saying instead, "Why not?"

To hold, to keep by @goofgoofdildo | M | 5k

Geralt thinks Jaskier finds him repulsive, Jaskier thinks Geralt doesn't like his touch. This is wrong and they are about to find out.

born to blossom (bloom to perish) by MissDinahDarling | E | 6k

Jaskier thinks he has a pretty simple relationship with sex. Until he begins sleeping with Geralt. Until he begins falling for Geralt. Until. Geralt says the wrong name in bed.

That's My Boyfriend by @lurikko | M | 6k

Geralt thinks Jaskier is his boyfriend. Jaskier doesn't know how and when that happened.

shifts by @okaybutfandomthoughts | T | 7k

Of the all of the things Geralt expected to find when he got home, a deeply asleep seal on his couch was not one of them. He bends to set his workbag on the ground, not taking his eyes off of the animal as he does so. After a twelve-hour shift handling the chaos that happens every autumn as creatures migrate and prepare to hibernate for the winter, he has half a mind to simply turn around and walk away. Eskel has a comfortable couch; Geralt could simply sleep at his place and leave the seal to his own devices. It’s been a long day, does it really need to be longer? Roach murrow-ing at him with great offense from her place at the top of the stairs tells him that yes, it does. His cat is clearly not going to deal with their intruder. (Geralt arrives home one day to find that a selkie has broken into his house) (as you do)

when life gives you lemons by @shanastoryteller | Not Rated | 7k

The only good thing about Oxenfurt is the brothels. ~ Geralt thinks Jaskier is a whore, but really he's just an opportunist.

brambleborn by @purpurred| M | 12k

Instead of walking away on the mountain, Jaskier stands his ground, accidentally revealing his true identity as a Changeling in the process. Geralt takes it rather well, and as they continue to travel together, Jaskier lets down his guard, happy that he can now be himself. Only Geralt didn't actually catch Jaskier's slip. Confusion, obliviousness, and idiocy ensues.

long have i loved thee by Shinybug | E | 21k

He hears Geralt leave without a word, the door closing gently behind him. Jaskier wraps his hand around the smooth wood of the nearest bed post and rests his forehead against it. He doesn’t know why he agreed to come here, or why Geralt had asked in the first place. ~*~ Jaskier's first winter at Kaer Morhen gets off to a rocky start in more ways than one. Healing from an injury, he is tasked with fixing the neglected library, which is a good distraction from his hidden longing for Geralt. Add some major misunderstandings, some hard choices, a healthy dose of pining all around, and a song, and you have a winter's tale of love in all its forms.

Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me a Match by @dancinglassie | T | 24k

The last thing Vesemir expected when he broke his hip (caused by slipping in his kitchen, of all things) was to meet the future love of Geralt’s life. Now all he had to do was subtly convince Geralt and Jaskier of the fact.

Show love to all these authors by leaving kudos and comments, and happy reading!

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [01]

ー The scene starts in the dungeon of the Violet Manor

Subaru: Aah? Why me?

Yui: ( Uu, his glare gives me cold shivers...But this guy, for some reasonーー )

You seemed like a nice person so...

Subaru: Hah? I think you’re gettin’ the wrong idea here. Fuck off... Besides, I don’t wanna have to bother watchin’ over you!

Yui: B-But we agreed that I would choose one person...

Subaru: Che, what a pain.

...Fine, I just gotta do it, right!? But don’t cause trouble for me, ‘kay?

Yui: O-Okay. Thank you very much.

( He actually accepted it. Sure, he might seem scary on the outside, but strangely enough, he strikes me as a kind person. )

( I’m not sure why I feel that way though... )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Nn...Where am I...?

( Ah...Right. The manor’s dungeon...I must have fallen asleep. )

Monologue

After waking up at the Church,

I was taken to the Violet Manor.

Once locked away in the dungeon,

they told me to choose someone to watch over me, so I picked Subaru-san.

While he may seem scary at first glance,

I feel as if he has a gentle side to him as well.

With that in mind,

I asked him to be in charge of supervising me, butーー

Subaru: What? You’re awake?

Yui: ...! Yes, I woke up.

( I wonder if he kept an eye on me the whole time while I was asleep as well? I didn’t notice at all. )

( Also, is he upset or something? He seems to be in a really foul mood. )

( At first he struck me as a kind guy for some reason, but perhaps that was a misunderstanding on my part...? )

Subaru: What’s your problem? You’re so annoyin’. Don’t just watch me in silence. If you’ve got somethin’ to say, spit it out!

Yui: W-Well...My bad.

( He said I should say what’s on my mind so...I guess I’ll ask? )

Uhm, how long will I have to stay in this cell?

Subaru: Like I know. That’s up to Carla to decide.

Yui: ( In other words, there’s no telling when I’ll be able to get out? )

Excuse me! Can’t you ask him to let me out?

Subaru: Are you dumb? Hell no.

Sure, you might be the ‘legendary Eve’ who is necessary for someone to become the next Supreme Overlord, but I bet you think you’re oh-so special, don’t you?

That arrogance of yours pisses me the hell off.

Yui: ...Ugh.

( I guess it’s no use after all...Seems like I only made him even more mad. )

Subaru: Che. Thanks for ruinin’ my mood even more.

I want to just isolate myself in my room, and as if that isn’t bad enough, I’m here havin’ to look after some chick instead.

Yui: I-I’m sorry...

Subaru: Aah!? Too fuckin’ late to apologize now!

Yui: Eek...!

Subaru: The way you flinch like that pisses me off too. You’re the one who chose me for this job, remember? 

Are you havin’ regrets now or somethin’!?

*Thud*

Yui: Kyaah!?

( H-He dented the iron bars with his foot...I was wrong to think he’s a nice guy. He’s incredibly rough around the edges...! )

Subaru: Fuck! This anger has made me thirsty...

...Oi, come here for a sec.

Yui: Eh...?

Subaru: Hurry up. Walk up to the bars.

Yui: Ah, s-sure...

( Who knows what he’ll do if I refuse....I have no other choice but to obey. )

ー Yui approaches the iron bars

Yui: I-Is this okay?

Subaru: ...You actually came? What a dumb woman you are.

Yui: Eh?

Subaru: Everyone at this manor is a Vampire. Myself included.

Yui: Y-Yes...

( I wonder what he means with that? )

Subaru: I can tell by the look on your face that you don’t get it at all. ...It’s that ignorance which will come biting you in the ass. Like this!

*Clang*

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyaah!?

*Rustle*

Yui: L-Let me go, please! What on earth are you...!?

Subaru: I’m tryin’ to teach you that you don’t understand your own position. From a Vampire’s point of view, humans are our food.

Maybe you were hopin’ to get treated like some damn Princess ‘cause you’re the legendary Eve but...

I’ll remind you that as long as you’re down here, you’re nothin’ but mere prey.

Yui: N-No way!

*Rustle*

Subaru: Come on, I’ll suck from your shoulder. It might hurt if you don’t keep still. Nn...Nnh...

ー Subaru bites her

Yui: ...Ah.

( He’s sucking my blood...His fangs are sinking into my shoulder...! )

( Is this what he meant by ‘prey’? Am I going to spend the rest of my days locked up down here as these people feed off my blood? )

( No, I don’t want that...! )

Stop! Let me go, please!

*Rustle* 

Subaru: Oi, don’t thrash ‘bout! Didn’t I tell you to keep still!?

Anyway, the fuck’s up with this blood...? It’s way more sweet than I thought.

Damnit, I just wanted to scare you a lil’ by bitin’ you but I can’t stop...! ...Nn...

Yui: ...Kuh...

( These fangs...This pain...For some reason, it feels nostalgic to me. Do I know this sensation...? )

( Why? How...? )

Subaru: Nn...Hah...Nnh...

Yui: Aah...!

ー Yui starts growing dizzy

Yui: ( The place where he bit is burning...The heat’s rising to my head andーー )

ー She experiences flashbacks of her past memories

Yui: Wha...?

( What...? Where is...that place I saw just now? )

ー Yui has another flashback

Yui: ( Uu...! ...What are these images...? )

( I know...this house. It’s a very nostalgic place but... )

( Uu, kuh...It’s like something is stirring up my mind... )

*Riiiing*

Yui: Ah...Aah...

...I...I...

Subaru: Haah...What’s wrong? Is somethin’ the matter?

Yui: That place...

It is the home, we must return to...

Subaru: ...Haah?

ー Yui regains her memories

Yui: Aah...! Aaaaaaah!!!

*WOOSH*

ー The screen temporarily fades to white

Yui: ( A bunch of different images and information...are swirling inside my head at once... )

( Right...I am, we areーー )

Uu...Kuh...

Subaru: Oi!? What has gotten into you all of a sudden!? Whatcha screamin’ for!?

Yui: ...No, I am not the legendary Eve.

I’m...Yui...

Subaru: ...Haah?

Yui: ( Right...I remembered everything. )

( I moved into the Sakamaki manor and met Subaru-kunーー Then we eventually started dating. )

( I could have sworn I was there before I suddenly awoke at the Church. Where is this place? )

( Why did I...forget who I am? )

( It’s not just me either. Everyone is acting strange. )

Subaru: What’s with that dumb look on your face...? Did you lose your mind ‘cause I sucked a bit of your blood?

Yui: No, I haven’t. I remembered everything, that’s all...

How could I forget about something so important...?

Hey, Subaru-kun! What is going on? Where are we!?

Subaru: Haah? 

Yui: Why are Carla-san and the others at the same manor...? Do the Tsukinami brothers own these lands?

Subaru: Oh shut up...What nonsense do you keep spoutin’?

Yui: Eh...?

Subaru: Did you forget overnight? Carla is my older brother. Why would it be strange for him to live here?

Yui: No way...

( Carla-san is his older brother? There’s just no... )

( But they did introduce themselves like that yesterday. What is going on? )

R-Right. Where is Ayato-kun? And Kanato-kun...You remember your own brothers, don’t you?

Subaru: My brothers? Those dudes from the Orange House?

Hah! The fuck are you sayin’? They’re the enemy!

Yui: No way...

*Thud* 

Yui: T-Then, what about me!? Do you know who I am!?

Subaru: You’re Eve, right? The woman needed to become the Supreme Overlord of this place. I haven’t forgotten that.

Yui: No, that’s not what I meant...

( We’re a couple, Subaru-kun. ...Sakamaki Subaru-kun. )

Selection

→ Tell him that you are dating (♡)

Yui: ( I wonder if he’ll remember if I tell him the truth...? )

Hey, Subaru-kun. We’re dating, you know.

Subaru: ...Haah? You’ve been spoutin’ nothin’ but bullcrap this one time, but that one beats all.

Are you sayin’ that sorta stuff ‘cause you wanna get outta here and regain your freedom?

I won’t let you out of your cell, even if you keep on talkin’ out of your ass.

In the end, you’ll just get chased ‘round by those other guys if you make it out of here.

Then I’d argue that you’re still better off down here.

→ Tell him that you know each other (🖤)

Yui: ( Subaru-kun sees me as a stranger...? )

( His memories are jumbled up after all... )

( Even if he can’t recall that we’re lovers, I wish he would remember me somewhere deep downーー ) 

Subaru-kun. We didn’t meet for the first time yesterday.

We’ve known each other...for a very long time.

Subaru: Che...Why are you makin’ all of this crap up?

I met you for the first time yesterday. Now cut the crap or you’ll be in for a world of pain.

Yui: ( I guess he won’t believe me after all... )

Subaru: ...Do you want to get outta here so badly?

Even if you somehow were to escape this manor, you’ll just be caught by one of the other guys. You really are an idiot.

Yui: ( Subaru-kun wouldn’t joke around about something like this... )

( He truly does not does doubt the fact that he is Subaru from the Violet Manor. )

( Could it be that his memories have been altered, just like mine were up till now? And those of the others’ too. )

( I wonder what we’ve gotten ourselves caught up in...? )

Subaru: ...Why do you look mortified?

Aah, I guess it makes sense to be in shock after havin’ your blood sucked for the first time ever. You’ve only got your own carelessness to blame though.

Yui: ( No, that wasn’t the first time. He’s drank my blood so many times. )

( But right now, I’m mere food in this eyes, not his girlfriend or anything even remotely close to that... )

( Almost as if we’re back to square one...That just can’t be. )

Subaru: Oi, don’t be tearin’ up now. The other guys will get the wrong idea.

*Thud*

ー Kou approaches them

Kou: Hey there~! Getting along just fine? You guysー ...Wait. Woah, what’s with the heavy atmosphere?

Azusa: Eve...Looks as if she’s about to cry. Did something...happen?

Yui: ( Kou-kun, Azusa-kun... )

Kou: Ah! You were picking on her, weren’t you!?

Azusa: You mustn’t...Subaru. You have to take good care of Eve...

Subaru: Don’t be makin’ assumptions! I’m not a lil’ kid!

Anyway, why are you guys here? 

Kou: Ah, right! Carla-kun’s asking for you. There’s something he wants to talk about, apparently.

Subaru: Carla does?

Azusa: Yes...That’s why we’ve come to get the two of you...

Yui: Eh...?

Subaru: ...She’s coming as well?

Yui: ( Subaru-kun’s glaring at me. I guess he’s suspicious of me after I said all those strange things... )

Subaru: I don’t mind lettin’ her out of her cell, but don’t blame me when she makes a run for it!

She’s willing to go as far as to lie just to escape this place after all.

Yui: ( I never lied though... )

Azusa: Don’t worry...We’ll help out as well, so let’s go while keeping a close eye on her, so she doesn’t escape... 

Subaru: Lock her up, then let her out. Stop changin’ your damn mind every five seconds.

Kou: Go complain to Carla-kun about that. It’s not our fault.

Azusa: ...Carla is the eldest son of the Violet House, so we only do as he says...

Yui: ( Kou-kun and Azusa-kun don’t seem doubtful of the current family make-up either... )

( Even though Carla-san is a Founder, so there’s no way he’d be related to Vampires. )

( I wonder how this happened...? )

Subaru: ...God, what a drag. Oi, Eve! Get outta your cell. Don’t cause me trouble, ‘kay?

Yui: ( Does the problem lie with everyone else? Or maybe I’m the issue...? I don’t know, Subaru-kun! )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #subaru sakamaki #chaos lineage #diabolik lovers translation #clsubaru1

[blueteller]

For the WIP game, I literally cannot choose over these ones so handing it over to you, blue! I know I'm asking for too much but can you please let me see at least the idea or an excerpt of 3 WIPs I listed below (all of them sounds so good i wanna see the idea behind them or an excerpt of them 😭)

Selectively mute KRS AU

A Blessed Curse

What Kind of Alternate Universe Setting Is This!?

The Scam Artist

Dump it all on Trash, why don't you!

Who do you think you are (and why you're wrong)

Dragon Ex Machina

Cale Henituse gets (a vacation) kidnapped

Hm... Why don't I give you summaries about each one?

1. Selectively mute KRS AU

Due to his previous experiences, Kim Rok Soo is a very reserved person. He doesn't speak, unless it concerns work. So you can imagine the stress he's under when he suddenly becomes Cale Henituse.... ...Elsewhere, the original Cale curses the God of Death. It would have been nice to have a warning not to talk too much as Kim Rok Soo!! How could he have know that him saying a simple sentence would make people faint from shock!?

2. A Blessed Curse

Is there a god which can offer Cale his much desired slacker life? Actually, there is! The god of memory offers Cale a deal, to which he agrees without any hesitation. He's very pleased with the results... However, all his well-meaning friends see is a terrible curse being put upon Cale. Naturally, they must break it!! (Or, a story where people of the world temporarily get amnesia about Cale being the Hero who saved both continents – except Cale's closest companions, that is. Cue classic TCF shenanigans and misunderstandings.)

3. What Kind of Alternate Universe Setting Is This!?

Kim Rok Soo fell asleep reading a fantasy novel. The next thing he knew, he found himself transmigrated into the body of one of its minor villains, except… …Except everything is completely wrong!!! Why is Cale Henituse a respected Commander? Why does he have multiple Ancient Powers? And why is Choi Han his body guard here instead of the guy who beat him up? Where did all of these Beast People even come from?? And wait a second, is that a f***ing Dragon?! (A Crack Amnesia AU set right after the war against the Indomitable Alliance, where Cale literally trips over a rock and loses his memory for a day – until Eruhaben can come and heal him. Complete chaos and hilarity ensues.)

4. The Scam Artist

A companion piece to a fic called "body hopping for dummies" by thursdays on AO3.

"So what you're telling me is, this guy…" Kim Rok Soo gestures at his newly acquired body with a suspicious gleam in his eyes. "…is super rich? I mean he is in charge of the evil organization and all."

"Oh no," Choi Jung Soo responds dramatically.

"Oh yes." Kim Rok Soo grins widely, making the others shiver in sudden fear. "That bastard stole everything from me, right? So it's only fair that I'll steal it all back."

"…Are you sure we actually kicked out White Star out of that body?" Cage whispers to Choi Jung Soo, doubtful. 'That smile still seems pretty evil.' she thinks.

"Yep," Jung Soo replies with a deadpan. "That's Rok Soo alright."

"I like this weird human!" Raon decides suddenly.

A short story of what happens after the heroes defeat the White Star and ressurect Kim Rok Soo in his original body: Chaos, Destruction, and the Friendship that grows between them.

5. Dump it all on Trash, why don't you!

Cale Henituse was just having a drink and causing trouble, as usual. He did not expect to be approached by someone wearing his own face, supposedly a transmigrator from the future in another dimension. Now he's expected to save the world by himself?! Damn that bastard!!! (Or, the story where KRS!Cale gives 18-year-old OG!Cale exposition before the Birth of a Hero starts, in order for him to change the story on his own. Will OG!Cale be able to manage? Is he ready to become single parent?? And why does he have to adopt people who are older than him??)

6. Who do you think you are (and why you're wrong)

What if Cale had reacted a bit differently to the Message from the God of Death…? After all, he had been okay with losing his old life only because he had been alone before. However, that wasn't the case anymore: now he had friends and children dependant on him. Cale knew the feeling of being left behind and wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy… Except it seemed like the God of Death wouldn't be giving him a choice, just like Kim Rok Soo wasn't given one when he first transmigrated. Die or return to your old world? Either way, his family would lose him. Does that mean the previous owner of this body was going to come back and take what was rightfully his…? Just how was Cale going to explain that to everyone? How could he simply disappear and leave a stranger in his place? (Or, a fic which forces Cale to act slightly out of character and TELL his friends things for a change. He also picks a different "least distressing" part of the God of Death's message.)

7. Dragon Ex Machina

Eruhaben has NOT asked for this. This must be that unlucky bastard's fault – his bad luck seems to be contagious, since breaking through the Sealed God's Temple wall apparently causes the intruder to be termporarily transported into a parallel universe. Now, Eruhaben has absolutely no clue why Cale in this dimension is called Kim Rok Soo, or why his face reminds him very much of the White Star for some reason. Nevertheless, Eruhaben would recognize his wayward child in any form, and there's no way he would let this dimension's version of him die by the hands of some Goddamned Unranked Moster. (Or, the story of how Eruhaben swooped in to save KRS's team and spare him the most heartbreaking moment of his life. Also, Dragons can dispell half-baked curses, because KRS deserves to live a happy life.)

8. Cale Henituse gets (a vacation) kidnapped

The horror! Raon and the cats go on a short shopping trip, but the moment they take their eyes off of Cale their guardian gets kidnapped! Luckily for them, they are well trained and capable of tracking him down with no problem. Unluckily for Cale, this is the most relaxing event he had experienced in months - can't they pick him up a bit later, please…? Meanwhile, the poor unsuspecting kidnappers have no idea what they're getting themselves into. This is what happens when you don't check the identity of your abduction target.

#tcf #trash of the count's family #lcf #lout of the count’s family #my wrtitng #tcf fanfic #au ideas #q&a #replies

[onlyforpjm]

TRENDING NOW

PJM

The Weekend Massacre

WRITTEN BY jimlingss 

Words: 19.7k

Genres: 90% Angst, 10% Action?, Serial Killer!AU

Summary: Receiving an invitation to a party, Jimin finds himself in a room of serial killers and a game to see who can gain the most notoriety.

Warning: vomiting, toxic relationship, murder, gore, homeless abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, cults, mutilation etc. I don’t condone the actions of my characters.

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: BOY OH BOY, when i tell you this was a story soooooooooo different from what i usually read but it is SO GOODD, i am so used to sappy couple happy ending stories and honestly this was a refreshing break from my usual readings 

A Kiss of Poison

WRITTEN BY jimlingss

Words: 29.2k

Genres: Angst, A Pinch of Fluff, But Still Mostly Angst

Summary: You are the princess of the kingdom, ready to marry the prince/your childhood friend, Jeon Jungkook. But when you visit the forest one last time, an unsightly witch curses you. Now you wait for your prince’s rescue—but someone else might just beat him to the punch instead.

Or alternatively….

In fairytales, the prince saves the princess from the evil witch. No one ever expects the princess and the witch to be the same person.

Warnings: gruesome and horrifying details, curses, lots of sad times, details of deformations, blood.

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: wow, all i can say is wow because this is not your typical fairytail story and i love it, y/n being slightly evil? SIGN ME UP and if you couldnt tell i adore jimlingss writings

The Iron Ring

WRITTEN BY sailoryooons

pairing: fae prince! Jimin x human! female reader

summary: After finding a mysterious ring while cleaning out your late grandmother’s attic, you receive the unlikeliest of visitors: a fae prince who claims you have something that belongs to him. Discovering the fairytales your grandmother told you are true is the least of your problems when you’re taken to a world dangerous and unfamiliar.

words: 92,681

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: oh my lord, i literally stayed up to finish this. its such a satisfying slow burn, and jimin in this story ommmmmggggggg i wish i could brain wash myself and re read this over and over, also the plot??!?!?!? so creative sailoryoons is so talented

emerald fire

WRITTEN BY mygnolia

summary: flames in your raging fire don’t burn out as fast as you think they do, and you don’t expect your relationship with someone like park jimin to ignite as fast as it does.

pairing: park jimin x reader (fem)

genre: enemies/rivals to lovers, mostly fluff

au: top students, hogwarts/hp/wizarding community

words: 19k

warning: cursing! explicit language! misunderstandings, low insults they don’t really mean, minor injury to side character, family emergencies

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: my absolute favorite writing of all time. i absolutely knew nothing about the harry potter universse before reading this but NOW? baby im hooked, jimin is so sweet and so kind i wanna cryyyy. also i am most definitely a slytherin ;)

Lovely Demons (M)

WRITTEN BY kpopfanfictrash

pairing: Jimin / Reader (female)

genre:  Fantasy / Enemies to Lovers / Princes of Hell!AU / Witch!AU

words: 41,774

warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Fingering, dirty talk, oral (female), condom-less sex (with mention of other protection), breast play.

Graphic injuries occur to main characters throughout the story. There are action/fight scenes.

Summary:   As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: i lost sleep over this writing and IT WAS WORTH IT, this specific story revived my love for reading ffs and who doesn’t love an enemies to lovers??

JJK

A Piece of the Moonlight

WRITTEN BY jimlingss

 Words: 22.1k

Genre: Angst, tad of Fluff, Historical, Mulan!Au

Summary: For your loved ones, the people who are waiting at home, the people who have died - you will fight. And sometimes to fight means to sacrifice: who you really are and the person you really love.

Warnings for underlying misogynistic themes, blood, war and death.

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: sigh all i can do is sigh,  heartbreaking, and the end

 :(((((((((( atleast we had some closure 10/10

#fic recs #bts fic rec #bts fic recs #im so picky with my stories #bts ff #jimin ff #pjm ff #park jimin ff #jungkook ff #jeon jungkook ff #jjk ff

[merlinwriter]

Ch: Sickness and Health

“Merlin?” Arthur said barely a whisper.

“Hm?” Merlin grumbled, he tried to rub away the sleep fogging his vision. When he opened his eyes fully his eyes got comically larger when he saw Arthur, he immediately sprang upwards.

“Arthur, what are you doing here?”

Arthur walked towards the side of his bed and slapped him upside the head earning him a yelp. Seriously, why do people keep slapping him?

“What was that for!”

“You idiot, why didn’t you tell me you were this badly sick?” He looked at him with a disappointed look, crossing his arms.

Well, I tried to warn you. Merlin would’ve said but decided against it and instead shrugged sheepishly.

“I just didn’t want to worry you, and besides I’m merely just a servant anyway.”

“Merlin. First, I already know that you are the worst manservant in history of manservants. Second, who’s going to wash my socks?” Merlin grimaced at that. “Third of all, you are a loyal friend Merlin who always puts himself in danger, the bravest man I know. And I’ve come to respect you, oddly enough.” Arthur was staring at him; he could have sworn there was a hint of something in his voice, but he doesn’t know what.

“So you admit I’m your friend, huh?” Merlin grinned, raising his eyebrows.

Arthur rolled his eyes and shoved his shoulder which Merlin returned, laughing softly.

“Trust me, I can’t believe it myself.” Arthur replied, chuckling.

“I must be a hell of a terrible servant then.”

“The worst of them all.”

They both laughed and fell into a comfortable silence after a while, Arthur sat down on the chair and bent over slightly.

“How are you feeling?” Arthur asked softly.

“I’m fine.”

“Merlin, you’re still a terrible liar, so tell me the truth.” Merlin sighed, “My head is pounding, and I feel gross.” He looked down over himself, he felt sweaty everywhere and it was excruciatingly hot, the bed wasn’t doing him any favors either.

Arthur nodded and pondered for a moment, from just looking at him he could tell he was miserable in here. He doubted Merlin would be able to get a decent sleep, so he thought of an idea.

“You can sleep in my bed.” Arthur blurted out with a uncertain tone.

Merlin blinked, “What?” He thought he had misheard him.

“Sleep in my bed, but I won’t force you if you're uncomfortable.” He scratched his chin.

Merlin took a sharp intake of breath as he imagined himself sleeping in the prince’s chambers? That was absurd, a servant sleeping in his chambers? If someone found out about that, it would be chaos. But then again. He wouldn’t have to sleep in this uncomfortable bed that already felt twice as worse before he was sick, and Arthur is just being considerate.

Merlin cleared his throat and looked up at Arthur. “Are-are you sure that’s a good idea?” He spluttered, a flush appearing on his face and neck.

Arthur cocked his head to the side, “I don’t see why not, you would only be resting until you’ve recovered.”

“What if someone misunderstands the situation?”

“What situation?” Arthur asked with confusion across his face.

“You know...” Merlin trailed off, embarrassed to say it out loud but Arthur seemed to realize, and his eyes widened, his face flushing pink.

Arthur cleared his throat, “I would just explain the situation to them.” He composed himself.

Merlin nodded and thought about it for a moment, he’s right. It’s only until he recovered then he would leave. "Okay,” he said after a few moments.

“Okay?” Arthur questioned.

“Um I mean, I’ll sleep in your chambers for now. Until I recover.” Merlin replied with a nervous smile, avoiding Arthur’s gaze.

Arthur nodded and stood up from the chair, Merlin looked at him with a confused look as Arthur held his hand out.

“Let’s go.”

“Now?”

“No, next week.” Arthur snorted, rolling his eyes.

Merlin swallowed then slowly bringing a shaky hand out to him and taking his hand in place. Arthur pulled him out of the bed and Merlin wobbled a bit, his body almost collapsing in on himself but with a firm hand around his back kept him in place. When did he become so awkward? His throat bobbed as Arthur started walking them out of his room.

Gaius must be out since he wasn’t here at the moment, probably picking some herbs somewhere. They exited his chambers and fortunately for them no one was out at this time, so it made it easier to get inside the kingdom without any questions or strange looks.

By the time they neared the stairs Merlin mentally groaned, how could he walk up so many stairs in the state he’s in? He could barely walk up when he was recovered. He was already feeling a bit lightheaded and nauseous after walking too much.

“Are you alright?” Arthur was looking at him with concern on his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Arthur glared at him, “I told you you’re a terrible liar, Merlin.” His face was saying tell me now or get slapped again.

“I’m not sure if I’m able to walk up the stairs.” Merlin said, clutching at his stomach.

Arthur looked at him for a moment before nodding and with a swift turn he placed a hand under Merlin’s legs, “What are you-” He lifted him up bridal style.

“Arthur-”

“Shut up.” He cut him off with a glare.

Merlin hesitantly nodded and reluctantly wrapped his arms around Arthur’s neck so he wouldn’t fall off while Arthur started walking up the stairs.

They made it into Arthur’s chambers, Arthur closed the door behind him with his foot and carried Merlin over to the bed, placing him down.

“Thanks..” Merlin gazed downwards, fiddling with his sleeve. Arthur nodded, “I’ll have the servants prepare a bath for you.”

Merlin perked up at the word bath and looked at him with lit up eyes. “A bath?”

“Yes, Merlin, a bath. Have you ever heard of one before?” Arthur smirked.

Merlin rolled his eyes and displayed a wide grin, the tension in the air seemingly lightening up.

“Yes, because you always make me clean out your bath water.” Merlin wrinkled his nose.

“Anyone would be honored to clean out my bath water.” Arthur raised his eyebrows.

“Gross.”

Arthur chuckled and opened the door, saying something indistinctly to the guards and closing it again.

“Thanks again.” Merlin said.

“For what?”

“For letting me stay here.”

“Can’t have my servant slacking off.” He teased him.

“What would you do without me?” Merlin said sarcastically.

“Most likely not who I am today.” Arthur locked gazes with him, walking a bit closer, a sincere look in his eyes. “So, I should be thanking you for that.” He said softly then leaning down coming face to face with Merlin.

“Arthur I–”

The sound of a knock on the door sprang them both apart like a startled deer.

Arthur coughed, “Come in.”

Two servants entered holding buckets of water and headed over to the bath. After they finished preparing the bath they bowed to Arthur and left quickly.

Merlin rose to his feet immediately and almost tripped over himself.

“Clumsy idiot,” Arthur said amusingly as Merlin’s excitement.

Merlin walked over to the bath and began peeling off his clothes, not even noticing Arthur staring at him before he looked away and clearing his throat. “I’ll leave some clothes out.” He said before walking over to the cupboard and picking out some old clothes that’ll hopefully fit Merlin’s skinny frame.

Merlin stepped into the water and sank into it; he sighed as the tension left his body. He already felt clean, cleaner than he ever has before. The number of times he scrubbed himself off with a cloth wasn’t as effective as a bath.

He stayed in for about thirty minutes before his skin started getting wrinkly, so he stepped out of the bath. There was a privacy screen in front of him and he grabbed his clothes laying on top of it and slipping them on.

The clothes were a bit big on him but comfortable, nonetheless. He walked out from behind the screen and noticed Arthur sitting at his desk looking at some papers, he seemed deep in thought, so Merlin quietly sat in the chair in front of him. When Arthur finally noticed him, he almost jumped out the chair.

“Merlin! How long were you sitting there?”

“Only for a few minutes.” Merlin replied innocently.

Arthur scowled at him before putting the papers down and putting his hands together, “How was the bath?”

Merlin smiled. “It was great, I feel lighter after the bath.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Arthur seemed pleased at that, he looked outside the window and noticed it was already nighttime. “You should be going to bed now.”

“What about you?”

“Merlin, are you implying that we’re-”

“No!” Merlin's eyes widened at what he was going to say. “I mean, where are you going to sleep?”

“On the floor.” Arthur said as if that was nothing.

“But Arthur. This is your bed.”

Arthur raised an eyebrow, “Do you want me to sleep with you?”

“What–No–I–” Merlin stumbled over his words, his face going beet red.

“Calm down Merlin, I was just playing with you.” Arthur chuckled at his panicked reaction.

Merlin seemed to compose himself, “I just thought that since you’re the prince of Camelot why shouldn’t I be the one sleeping on the floor?”

“That would kind of defeat the whole purpose of me bringing you here Merlin, besides It’s not that big of a deal. I’ve slept on the ground many times.”

“Alright...”

“Now, go to bed Merlin, I need my servant well enough to do all the chores he will be getting when he’s recovered.”

Merlin rolled his eyes, “Prat.”

Arthur chuckled. Merlin walked over towards the right side of the bed and slipped inside, pulling the covers over himself Merlin hummed in satisfaction. The bed was soft and warm, he pulled the covers up to his neck and closed his eyes.

A few minutes later of paper shuffling and sighing of Arthur, Merlin could hear the exhaustion from him, and he felt guilty of hogging this whole bed to himself, so he worked up the courage to ask him. “You can sleep here.” Merlin exhaled, “If you want, of course.”

Papers stopped shuffling for a few moments and Merlin thought Arthur must’ve not heard him or ignored it. Until the bed dipped on his left side.

“I thought you were asleep.” Arthur finally said.

Merlin stiffened a bit then shook his head then realized Arthur couldn’t see him in the dark. “Not yet.” He replied, Arthur lying next to him isn’t any different from laying during the hunts, right?

Arthur made a short hum and adjusted himself on his back. Both of them were staring up at the ceiling and the sounds of swallowing and the softest movements were heard through the silence.

“Goodnight.” Merlin said, soon after he thought Arthur fell asleep, so Merlin turned on his side facing away from Arthur, he closed his eyes.

Then a small brush of lips hovered over his head and planted a small quick kiss. “Goodnight, Merlin.”

#merlin #fanfic #merlin emrys #merthur #trending #merlin bbc #king arthur #arthur pendragon #morgana #bbc arthur

[decoysouled]

CAELUS META / ANALYSIS. EDITION: HERTA SPACE STATION.

An analysis of all voice lines / thoughts from Events, Trailblaze Missions, Companion Missions, Adventure Missions and Daily Missions. Supporting evidence concerning each paragraph will be in INDENTED text beneath it. Please note this analysis contains spoilers up to 1.2.

A separate analysis will be made for each world / new update.. New analyses will have [SUPPORTING] and [NEW] marked on them. Supporting means it supports something in this analysis whereas New means it is a new facet of personality. Anything that proves wrong this analysis will be marked as [CHANGED].

Evidence beginning with ➝ represents dialogue choices the player is given.

GENERAL NOTES.

While he did want to stay at the space station at first (due to it being the only place he really knew), he decided to go with the express anyway. It's implied / stated in the "alternative ending" that had he stayed, both those of the express and stellaron hunters would have died, leaving him to wonder if he could have changed their fate. (note I may be completely misunderstanding what happened in that ending, but that's my interpretation of it).

Caelus struggles with anxiety. This is noted in his conversation with March 7th during The Voyage Continues when she gives him a method to cast out his feelings of anxiety. Welt Yang also notes his anxiety (stating "if you're really anxious about it" when spoken to)

After waking up, Caelus had almost no memories. He remembers the following things, as mentioned / evidenced in game:

Kafka's name and that she is important to him.

His own name.

Caelus' hobbies / interests (aside from trash / learning) are as follows:

Gaming (especially phone games)

On his relationships with others:

Caelus dislikes Herta to an extent.

He believes Dan Heng to be good at taking care of others and a good judge of people / situations. Despite this, he still tends to make assumptions / has some misconceptions of him due to not knowing him very well at the time. At one point, Caelus jokes that something Dan Heng is doing is "pretty sadistic".

He believes March 7th tends to make things harder for herself at times.

Caelus has a tendency to make choices based on emotion and follow what his heart desires. He has a strong will and resolute determination when it comes to following through on his decisions, no matter what the consequences may be. Due to this, he also tends to trust others relatively easy based on appearance, even if he has never seen them before. He tends to get bad feelings at times, often verbalising them for people to hear.

Despite being rather emotional, he has a habit of hiding his feelings and perspectives, instead questioning others about theirs. He worries that he hasn't made his mind up, even when he's sure about his decisions. He also worries that his perspective on things may not be understood by others or shared, thus he sometimes buries his ideals instead of voicing them. Although, he does wonder if / hope that other people share his perspectives and thoughts.

Kafka: Listen: Remember what you're feeling in this moment. As long as you know in your heart where you're heading, you are guaranteed to see the ending of your story. Kafka: Use that will of yours to reach the end of your story. That's the you I like. Mission Description: You decide to first listen to March 7th and Dan Heng, who had just left. At least they don't look like bad people. ➝ I still feel that things won't be going as planned. [Said to members of the Astral Express] Step Description: You haven't made up your mind yet, or could it be that you have. However, you're just not sure if anyone else shares your point of view... It's alright. You can hide it deep in your heart and listen to what others think... Is it possible that you all think the same? (Trailblazer): I have a bad feeling about this... Evidence Sources: Chaos in the Deep (Trailblaze Mission) // Eye of the Storm (Trailblaze Mission) // The Voyage Continues (Trailblaze Mission) // An Unexpected Turn of Events (Companion Mission - Arlan)

Despite his trusting nature, when he dislikes someone or has a lack of trust in them, he has a tendency to question the things around him while he's with them or doing something for them. This is especially true if he doesn't understand their motives or what's happening around him. He is also less forthcoming with information, unwilling to say anything he hasn't been asked for.

At times, he may also extend this disbelief and questioning to friends when they say something that makes little sense to him.

➝ Is this a new trick by Herta? ➝ Is this some kind of role-playing? ➝ What do you want to know? [Said to Herta] ➝ I don't trust you people's definition of "fun"... [Said to Herta] ➝ Is this some sort of mumbo jumbo about transferring consciousness? [Said to March 7th] (Trailblazer): ...Did I get dragged into a science fiction movie or something? Evidence Sources: Simulated Universe: First Closed Beta (Trailblaze Mission) // The Voyage Continues (Trailblaze Mission)

By nature, Caelus carries an insatiable curiosity. When he doesn't understand or know something, he has a tendency to ask as many questions as he can think of. Caelus also tends to think about things for a while, even after the conversation has ended, as a way of processing knowledge. He tends to take his time considering major decisions, albeit only those he counts as major by his own standards, rather than by other people's.

Despite this, he is quick to tell others not to overthink anything. When faced with something he hadn't thought about earlier, Caelus tends to go back through what he remembers to see if it makes sense or not, trusting his memory more than the word of those around him in some cases. When learning, he tends to investigate things, although he may not always admit to having done so when confronted.

Evidence: The ability to consistently question even the most simple of things / ask about things that are irrelevant to the current plot, but may be useful to know later. You can also ask about places, groups, objects and people when talking to most NPCs and other characters in game. Evidence: As proof of him thinking about things / overthinking, the consistent reputation in his voice lines / descriptions / dialogue of Kafka telling him to make a decision he knows he won't regret. Evidence: Upon meeting March 7th and Dan Heng, five questions can be asked before the player can choose to leave to begin the journey to the master control room with March 7th. Step Description: You keep thinking about what March 7th said: "The Legion are rampaging through the space station like a pack of wolves..." ➝ Don't overthink this. [Said to Arlan]. Step Description: You have so many questions to ask. ➝ I'll think about Himeko's offer... [Said to Herta] ➝ Tell me more stories about the relationship between the Aeons! [Said to Herta] Mission Description: So, there's more than one Herta... It makes sense now that you think about it. Dan Heng: If you're referring to what I think about you joining the Astral Express... You're overthinking it. ➝ I'm a little hesitant. [Said to Dan Heng] ➝ But... I'm still a little worried about what lies ahead. [Said to March 7th] (Trailblazer): Um.. I don't know. I just passed by and wasn't really looking Evidence Sources: Eye of the Storm (Trailblaze Mission) // Lingering Shadows (Trailblaze Mission) // Simulated Universe: First Closed Beta (Trailblaze Mission) // The Voyage Continues (Trailblaze Mission) // Little Robots (Investigation)

If he doesn't understand an instruction or he thinks he won't remember all of it, he will ask for it to be repeated so that he can commit the steps to memory properly. Once he has done so, he tends to verbalise it to the person giving him the instructions. Even so, he may not always manage to do something in the right order, so it may take a try or two for him to figure it out.

Sometimes, he may get distracted from what he's supposed to be doing. Others, he may lie to someone to get information from them, either by threatening them or promising something he doesn't have the authority to give. He is relentless in his investigation of things, searching for a new angle when he seems to have met a wall in the process of it.

➝ Could you repeat that again? [Said to Himeko] ➝ Got it. [Said to Himeko] (Trailblazer): (Wow, the cringe is strong... I need to remember what I came here for!) ➝ Threaten Capote with dismissal from the space station. ➝ Tempt Capote with a promotion. Step Description: Seeing as you can't get any useful information out of Professor Capote, keep digging from another angle. Evidence Sources: A Moment Of Peace (Trailblaze Mission) // An Unexpected Turn of Events (Companion Mission - Arlan)

Caelus is adept in combat to an extent. While he may not appear to be particularly strong to those around him, he is able to hold his own in a fight even when relying on muscle memory rather than his own knowledge. However, he does know his limits and tends to try and get others to recognise theirs, even when they may be too hot-headed to themselves. Despite this, he is entirely willing to sacrifice himself for others, even after a short time of knowing them; especially those he has bonded with.

He refuses to idly stand by and allow things to happen when he knows he could help or prevent it becoming a bigger issue.

March 7th: You're stronger than you look... Seem to be quite the fighter. ➝ It's dangerous outside. [Said to Eikura Shuu] ➝ Don't be a hero. [Said to Eikura Shuu] ➝ Please, just stay here. [Said to Eikura Shuu] Evidence: Cutscene from Lingering Shadows (Trailblaze Mission) where Caelus (Trailblazer) jumps in front of March 7th to protect her. ➝ I couldn't just stand by and watch. [Said to Welt Yang] ➝ I didn't think too much about it... [Said to Welt Yang] ➝ What choice do I have? I'm not one to watch from the sideline. Evidence Sources: Eye of the Storm (Trailblaze Mission) // Lingering Shadows (Trailblaze Mission) // The Voyage Continues (Trailblaze Mission) // Road To Revival (Adventure Mission)

While Caelus may seem to be confident in his abilities and as if he doesn't need external validation, he tends to look to those around him to build his own confidence by searching for their confidence in him. In contrast, when somebody seems confident enough in what they're doing, Caelus struggles to remember that they aren't supposed to be involved within a conflict, or have been dragged into it by chance rather than intent.

At times, he may come off as egocentric. This is due to his own attempts at convincing himself to be more confident in his abilities by minimising those of the enemy. In the process, Caelus tends to minimise and ignore his own pain in favour of continuing to fight, especially when it means protecting his friends.

Even outside of combat, Caelus tends to put a lot of stock in what others thing of him and their approval, even where the other person may not see a reason for him to do so.

Step Description: You look at March 7th beside you and she nods at you with confidence. You then look at the baseball bat in your hand, which is glowing as if also full of confidence. You can do it too, give it a try! Mission Description: Himeko, who helped you before, has finally made her appearance. Her relaxed and confident posture almost makes you forget about the fact that they're also outsiders who were dragged into this crisis. ➝ I... can't handle... [Said to members of the Astral Express] ➝ Even the Doomsday Beast is no match... [Said to March 7th] ➝ I didn't think you approved of me. [Said to Dan Heng] ➝ Do you want me to come along? [Said to March 7th] ➝ Piece of cake. [Said to Herta] Evidence Sources: Eye of the Storm (Trailblaze Mission) // A Moment Of Peace (Trailblaze Mission) // Lingering Shadows (Trailblaze Mission) // The Voyage Continues (Trailblaze Mission) // Simulated Universe: Part 2 (Adventure Mission)

Caelus has a tendency to mess with those around him, whether by misdirecting their attention or saying something in order to see whether others believe him (or rather, how long it takes for them to figure out he wasn't telling the truth). At times, he may seem serious enough that people question whether he's joking.

He tends to find it easy to read people for the most part, as well as figuring out what their thoughts on him may be. He doesn't tend to assume that everyone has the same ideas surrounding things or the same answer to a question.

March 7th: Um, I notice that you're not wearing the space station staff uniform. Do you really work here? ➝ Yes. March 7th: ...Really? Feels like you're tricking me... Step Description: You can sense from Arlan's cautious gaze that the encryption key is not only used for unlocking authorization but also proof of your identity. Step Description: Arlan seems to worry that he would be a hindrance, but you as a group already developed a sort of delicate rapport in how to persuade him. Step Description: It's obvious that everyone's answer is different. ➝ Who am I, where am I... March 7th: Er, you are kidding, right...? Evidence Sources: Eye of the Storm (Trailblaze Mission) // A Moment Of Peace (Trailblaze Mission) // Lingering Shadows (Trailblaze Mission)

When he's upset with someone or doesn't wish to talk about something, he tends to go quiet and refuse to speak at all. When faced with a question where he feels there is no right answer, he will choose not to respond, even if he has an idea of how to answer (both positive and negative) in his head.

March 7th: Um, I notice that you're not wearing the space station staff uniform. Do you really work here? ➝ ... March 7th: ...Never mind. I won't ask if you don't wanna talk about it. Himeko: March hasn't been any trouble for you along the way, has she? March 7th: (Trailblazer), think carefully about how you wanna reply to that. ➝ I've never met a more reckless girl in my life. [NEGATIVE] ➝ I've never met a more lively girl in my life. [POSITIVE] ➝ In that case, I'd rather not answer. [CHOICE] Evidence Sources: Eye of the Storm (Trailblaze Mission) //

Caelus does his best to be helpful to others, whether by lending his assistance, emotional / verbal support or helping them physically (i.e with getting around following an injury). He often expresses concern for those around him and makes sure to ask people if they're alright. He will offer comfort to others, albeit he isn't often particularly optimistic in doing so, often choosing to acknowledge reality within his statements.

➝ You can use me as a crutch. [Said to Arlan(?)] Step Description: Not sure how Arlan is doing. Let's go check on him. ➝ Let me help. [Said to Himeko] ➝ Things will get better. [Said to Abraham] ➝ Life is but a path to death, but not today. [Said to Abraham] ➝ You're injured. [Said to Eikura Shuu] ➝ It's not your fault. [Said to Eikura Shuu] Evidence Sources: Eye of the Storm (Trailblaze Mission) // A Moment Of Peace (Trailblaze Mission)

Caelus tends to be expressive, often showing his amusement at things or seeming visibly confused / shocked when presented with something out of the ordinary. When confused, he may seem as if he doesn't quite understand, at times leading to others having little patience for him.

Caelus tends to express his frustration with others, particularly when they are speaking about him as if he isn't there or referring to him in a way he dislikes. He has a slight temper, becoming irritable at times. When someone has consistently angered him, he may be quick to insult them, whether he means to or not.

He may also hold a low opinion of the person or view their every action / request as another source of irritation. However, he will still carry out what is being asked of him if he feels it necessary or unavoidable. This does not mean he won't question why he's being asked to do a task instead of someone else. When it comes to those he doesn't particularly like, he tends to find himself exasperated with their antics, even when he isn't necessarily annoyed by them and finds himself shutting down any attempt to talk more than necessary.

➝ Space station... Herta...? Herta: Yeah, up to speed yet? That place you all turned upside down? That's my property ➝ You're... a robot? Herta: What you're seeing here is one of my puppets. I'm using her to talk to you. ➝ Heh, Genius Society... Herta: Alright, laugh it up. That old Zandar came up with the name. You think like it? ➝ Don't call me "little one." [Said to Herta and Himeko] ➝ My name is Caelus. [Said to Herta and Himeko] ➝ Must you two discuss this right in front of me? [Said to Herta and Himeko] Herta: Can I bring (him/her) in for some research? Himeko: That's not up to me to decide. You can ask (Trailblazer) yourself... ➝ No way! Herta: This little twerp really has a temper. Don't worry, I won't hurt a hair on your head. With my skills, even surgery would be painless! ➝ Study what? Herta: Study you of course. Your body contains a Stellaron, which, in some sense, is no different than storing a bomb. Who knows what might happen? Maybe it'll blow you to bits someday. ➝ You really are the-most self-centered person live ever met. [Said to Herta] Step Description: It'll probably be an annoying request, but you do have to go. ➝ What's this got to do with me? [Said to Herta] ➝ Seriously? Don't ride that hype train. [Said to Herta] ➝ Let's just keep it simple. [Said to Herta] Evidence Sources: Lingering Shadows (Trailblaze Mission) //

If there is something he doesn't wish to do, Caelus may do it for the right price, albeit this leads to him coming off as financially motivated at times. However, just because he asks for someone to make an offer doesn't mean he plans to accept it.

Herta: Can I bring (him/her) in for some research? Himeko: That's not up to me to decide. You can ask (Trailblazer) yourself... ➝ What's your price? Herta: This little twerp's pretty financially motivated. I like it. Evidence Sources: Lingering Shadows (Trailblaze Mission) //

At times, Caelus feels as if he bothers others or as if he should leave them be. When he feels like this, he tends to cut conversations short, sometimes stating his feelings to the person. He expresses guilt if he feels he has kept somebody waiting for him, preventing them from doing their other tasks.

➝ I'll stop bothering you. [Said to Herta] ➝ I better leave you alone. [Said to Asta] ➝ Sorry if I kept you waiting. [Said to Herta] (Trailblazer): No need to bother you. I'm headed back to the Express ➝ Sorry to keep you waiting. [Said to Leonard] Evidence Sources: Lingering Shadows (Trailblaze Mission) // An Unexpected Turn of Events (Companion Mission - Arlan) // Sealed Sector (Adventure Mission)

Caelus has a disdain for being ordered around and will call people out when he feels they're showing him a lack of respect or care. He dislikes being treated as if he's an experiment or like he owes it to people to do as they say, regardless of how much he tends to run around trying to help people.

➝ You should show me some respect. [Said to Herta] ➝ You have no right to order me around. [Said to Herta] Evidence Sources: Simulated Universe: First Closed Beta (Trailblaze Mission)

Caelus tends to get excitable about things he enjoys, especially games. However, he does believe that getting rewards outside of the digital realm is important, as there is more to be done with real objects / credits than in-game currencies.

➝ Yay! I love fun games! [Said to Herta] ➝ Not as good as getting rewards in real life. [Said to Herta] ➝ I'm ready, I'm ready to go! [Said to March 7th] Evidence Sources: Simulated Universe: First Closed Beta (Trailblaze Mission)

#010. ❝vessels: satellite.❞ — character study #& fandom — honkai star rail #128. ❝go on then icarus; take your turn.❞ — caelus #( this took me so long ) #( & i still need to do 2 more for belobog and for the xianzhou... )

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9-1-1 Season 6 Episode 10

Buck

He’s so good with kids.

Ew. I don’t mind people calling him Evan but not cause they hate his nickname. Call him that cause you need his attention or something, not to avoid issues with people who don’t like nicknames. Even he cringed.

Not Buck trying and failing to be subtle about his concern for Bobby

CONFIRMED BOBBY GIVES HIM HIS SECRET RECIPES Father son for sure.

Family dinner two nights in a row? Should’ve let it stay at one night when things went well.

LMAO the misunderstanding is hilarious.

Something is definitely off. She just hugged Buck. Even he was confused.

So the coma dream is definitely gonna include Daniel, right?

LMAO “it’s me. I’m always keeping track” of course he is cause he loves being a firefighter and always wants to do it.

NOT EDDIE GOT FLIPPED

Eddie is losing his shit over Buck getting hit…we won.

Did Bobby just have to pull Eddie away?

Maddie

Awe shit the parents are coming back (I’ve seen hints to this but I’ve tried to stay as spoiler free as possible. Saw buck getting struck by lightning though)

Maddie breathe.

Chimney

OH DAMN THE WHOLE FAMILY IS HERE

Wow Albert. Nah you could’ve given him a heads up knowing what his relationship is like with him.

Not if he’s a shitty person Albert. I mean I’m open to reconciliation but only if he’s showing effort. We’ll see how it goes.

I’m with chimney. It’s unnatural.

Albert, not everyone wants to fix relationships and that’s fine. Sometimes they’ve been through too much to still even want that relationship. No two kids have the same parents.

Hen

Denny’s growing up!

Oh yeah Denny’s been sneaking to see his birth father!

Nah she knows. She knows something is up.

He’s a terrible influence on Denny. I don’t care if you did father that child, you aren’t the parent so you need to tell the parent what’s going on.

Athena

WAIT WHAT WHEN DID MAY BECOME AN ADDICT

Oh she’s playing a part.

Nah Bobby. You gotta let it go. It’s hard but don’t let it ruin your life.

Emergencies

Girl it’s a day at the beach. Kill the attitude.

OH SHIT GET HIM OUT

He’s bleeding a lot. Don’t let this man die please. His kids don’t need that.

What a statement on American medical care that she took an Uber instead of an ambo.

OH FUCK I knew it would be an emergency but damn. I wasn’t expecting that!

THE BABY WAS EJECTED?! 😖🤢 fuck that must’ve been painful.

This is so chaotic. I was not prepared for action chaos. I was prepared for drama chaos.

Nah but seriously. Is she like…”ripped up” (for lack of a better word at the moment) down there from the baby being ejected before she was ready to push?

Miscellaneous

IT’S BAAAAAACK!!

So did Buck get rid of the “ley” before this episode or is something going to happen while his parents are in town for him to do that?

Here we go. The call that Buck gets struck by lightning.

I need next week’s episode now.

#buddie #9 1 1 on fox #evan buck buckley #maddie buckley #howard chimney han #henrietta hen wilson #edmundo eddie diaz #christopher diaz #bobby nash #athena grant nash #may grant

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[Images are the covers for Gloria Buenrostro is Not My Girlfriend, Permanent Record, and When You Wish Upon a Lantern]

On the Job

This week I visited a bookstore and there were young people skipping through the store making lively instagram posts while they were working. It struck me that they would be awesome characters in a young adult novel and I would totally read that. Here are a dozen titles that feature young people hard at work. Of course the list begins with a story that takes place in a bookstore.

This is All Your Fault by Aminah Mae Safi Feiwel & Friends

Rinn Olivera is finally going to tell her longtime crush AJ that she’s in love with him.

Daniella Korres writes poetry for her own account, but nobody knows it’s her.

Imogen Azar is just trying to make it through the day.

When Rinn, Daniella, and Imogen clock into work at Wild Nights Bookstore on the first day of summer, they’re expecting the hours to drift by the way they always do. Instead, they have to deal with the news that the bookstore is closing. Before the day is out, there’ll be shaved heads, a diva author, and a very large shipment of Air Jordans to contend with.

And it will take all three of them working together if they have any chance to save Wild Nights Bookstore.

The Boy in the Black Suit by Jason Reynolds Atheneum Books for Young Readers [K. Imani's Review]

Just when seventeen-year-old Matt thinks he can’t handle one more piece of terrible news, he meets a girl who’s dealt with a lot more—and who just might be able to clue him in on how to rise up when life keeps knocking him down—in this wry, gritty novel from the author of When I Was the Greatest.

Matt wears a black suit every day. No, not because his mom died—although she did, and it sucks. But he wears the suit for his gig at the local funeral home, which pays way better than the Cluck Bucket, and he needs the income since his dad can’t handle the bills (or anything, really) on his own. So while Dad’s snagging bottles of whiskey, Matt’s snagging fifteen bucks an hour. Not bad. But everything else? Not good. Then Matt meets Lovey. She’s got a crazy name, and she’s been through more crazy than he can imagine. Yet Lovey never cries. She’s tough. Really tough. Tough in the way Matt wishes he could be. Which is maybe why he’s drawn to her, and definitely why he can’t seem to shake her. Because there’s nothing more hopeful than finding a person who understands your loneliness—and who can maybe even help take it away.

When You Wish Upon a Lantern by Gloria Chao Viking

Liya and Kai had been best friends since they were little kids, but all that changed when a humiliating incident sparked The Biggest Misunderstanding Of All Time—and they haven’t spoken since.

Then Liya discovers her family’s wishing lantern store is struggling, and she decides to resume a tradition she had with her beloved late grandmother: secretly fulfilling the wishes people write on the lanterns they send into the sky. It may boost sales and save the store, but she can’t do it alone . . . and Kai is the only one who cares enough to help.

While working on their covert missions, Liya and Kai rekindle their friendship—and maybe more. But when their feuding families and their changing futures threaten to tear them apart again, can they find a way to make their own wishes come true?

Café Con Lychee by Emery Lee Quill Tree Books [Audrey's Review]

Sometimes bitter rivalries can brew something sweet

Theo Mori wants to escape. Leaving Vermont for college means getting away from working at his parents’ Asian American café and dealing with their archrivals’ hopeless son Gabi who’s lost the soccer team more games than Theo can count.

Gabi Moreno is miserably stuck in the closet. Forced to play soccer to hide his love for dance and iced out by Theo, the only openly gay guy at school, Gabi’s only reprieve is his parents’ Puerto Rican bakery and his plans to take over after graduation.

But the town’s new fusion café changes everything. Between the Mori’s struggling shop and the Moreno’s plan to sell their bakery in the face of the competition, both boys find their dreams in jeopardy. Then Theo has an idea—sell photo-worthy food covertly at school to offset their losses. When he sprains his wrist and Gabi gets roped in to help, they realize they need to work together to save their parents’ shops but will the new feelings rising between them be enough to send their future plans up in smoke?

Darius the Great Deserves Better (Darius The Great #2) by Adib Khorram Dial Books for Young Readers

In this companion to the award-winning Darius the Great Is Not Okay, Darius suddenly has it all: a boyfriend, an internship, a spot on the soccer team. It’s everything he’s ever wanted–but what if he deserves better?

Darius Kellner is having a bit of a year. Since his trip to Iran this past spring, a lot has changed. He’s getting along with his dad, and his best friend Sohrab is only a Skype call away. Between his first boyfriend, Landon, his varsity soccer practices, and his internship at his favorite tea shop, Darius is feeling pretty okay. Like he finally knows what it means to be Darius Kellner.

Then, of course, everything changes. Darius’s grandmothers are in town for a long visit while his dad is gone on business, and Darius isn’t sure whether they even like him. The internship isn’t what Darius thought it would be, and now he doesn’t know about turning tea into his career. He was sure he liked Landon, but when he starts hanging out with Chip–soccer teammate and best friend of Trent Bolger, epic bully–well, he’s just not so sure about Landon anymore, either.

Darius thought he knew exactly who he was and what he wanted, but maybe he was wrong. Maybe he deserves better.

K-pop Confidential by Stephan Lee Point [Crystal's Review]

Candace Park knows a lot about playing a role. For most of her life, she's been playing the role of the quiet Korean girl who takes all AP classes and plays a classical instrument, keeping her dreams of stardom-and her obsession with SLK, K-pop's top boyband-to herself. She doesn't see how a regular girl like her could possibly become one of those K-pop goddesses she sees on YouTube. Even though she can sing. Like, really sing.

So when Candace secretly enters a global audition held by SLK's music label, the last thing she expects is to actually get a coveted spot in their trainee program. And convincing her strict parents to let her to go is all but impossible ... although it's nothing compared to what comes next.

Under the strict supervision of her instructors at the label's headquarters in Seoul, Candace must perfect her performance skills to within an inch of her life, learn to speak Korean fluently, and navigate the complex hierarchies of her fellow trainees, all while following the strict rules of the industry. Rule number one? NO DATING, which becomes impossible to follow when she meets a dreamy boy trainee. And in the all-out battle to debut, Candace is in danger of planting herself in the middle of a scandal lighting up the K-pop fandom around the world.

If she doesn't have what it takes to become a perfect, hair-flipping K-pop idol, what will that mean for her family, who have sacrificed everything to give her the chance? And is a spot in the most hyped K-pop girl group of all time really worth risking her friendships, her future, and everything she believes in?

A Pho Love Story by Loan Le Simon Pulse

If Bao Nguyen had to describe himself, he’d say he was a rock. Steady and strong, but not particularly interesting. His grades are average, his social status unremarkable. He works at his parents’ pho restaurant, and even there, he is his parents’ fifth favorite employee. Not ideal.

If Linh Mai had to describe herself, she’d say she was a firecracker. Stable when unlit, but full of potential for joy and spark and fire. She loves art and dreams pursuing a career in it. The only problem? Her parents rely on her in ways they’re not willing to admit, including working practically full-time at her family’s pho restaurant.

For years, the Mais and the Nguyens have been at odds, having owned competing, neighboring phở restaurants. Bao and Linh, who’ve avoided each other for most of their lives, both suspect that the feud stems from feelings much deeper than friendly competition.

But then a chance encounter brings Linh and Bao together despite their best efforts and sparks fly, leading them both to wonder what took so long for them to connect. But then, of course, they immediately remember.

Can Linh and Bao find love in the midst of feuding families and complicated histories?

Permanent Record by Mary H.K. Choi Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers [Crystal's Review]

After a year of college, Pablo is working at his local twenty-four-hour deli, selling overpriced snacks to brownstone yuppies. He’s dodging calls from the student loan office and he has no idea what his next move is.

Leanna Smart’s life so far has been nothing but success. Age eight: Disney Mouseketeer; Age fifteen: first #1 single on the US pop chart; Age seventeen, *tenth* #1 single; and now, at Age nineteen…life is a queasy blur of private planes, weird hotel rooms, and strangers asking for selfies on the street.

When Leanna and Pab randomly meet at 4:00 a.m. in the middle of a snowstorm in Brooklyn, they both know they can’t be together forever. So, they keep things on the down-low and off Instagram for as long as they can. But it takes about three seconds before the world finds out…

The Way You Make Me Feel by Maurene Goo Farrar, Straus and Giroux [Jessica's Review]

Clara Shin lives for pranks and disruption. When she takes one joke too far, her dad sentences her to a summer working on his food truck, the KoBra, alongside her uptight classmate Rose Carver. Not the carefree summer Clara had imagined. But maybe Rose isn’t so bad. Maybe the boy named Hamlet (yes, Hamlet) crushing on her is pretty cute. Maybe Clara actually feels invested in her dad’s business. What if taking this summer seriously means that Clara has to leave her old self behind?

Symptoms of a Heartbreak by Sona Charaipotra Imprint [K. Iman's Review]

The youngest doctor in America, an Indian-American teen makes her rounds―and falls head over heels―in the contemporary romantic comedy Symptoms of a Heartbreak.

Fresh from med school, sixteen-year-old medical prodigy Saira arrives for her first day at her new job: treating children with cancer. She’s always had to balance family and friendships with her celebrity as the Girl Genius―but she’s never had to prove herself to skeptical adult co-workers while adjusting to real life-and-death stakes. And working in the same hospital as her mother certainly isn’t making things any easier.

But life gets complicated when Saira finds herself falling in love with a patient: a cute teen boy who’s been diagnosed with cancer. And when she risks her brand new career to try to improve his chances, it could cost her everything.

It turns out “heartbreak” is the one thing she still doesn’t know how to treat.

In her solo debut, Sona Charaipotra brings us a compelling #ownvoices protagonist who’s not afraid to chase what she wants. Symptoms of a Heartbreak goes from romantic comedy highs to tearjerker lows and is the ultimate cure-all for young adult readers needing an infusion of something heartfelt.

The Downstairs Girl by Stacey Lee G.P. Putnam’s Sons [Crystal's Review]

Atlanta, 1890: By day, seventeen-year-old Jo Kuan works as a lady’s maid for the cruel daughter of one of the wealthiest men in Atlanta. But by night, Jo moonlights as the pseudonymous author of a newspaper advice column for the genteel Southern lady, “Dear Miss Sweetie.” When her column becomes wildly popular, she uses the power of the pen to address some of society’s ills, but she’s not prepared for the backlash that follows when her column challenges fixed ideas about race and gender.

While her opponents clamor to uncover the secret identity of Miss Sweetie, a mysterious letter sets Jo off on a search for her own past and the parents who abandoned her as a baby. But when her efforts put her in the crosshairs of Atlanta’s most notorious criminal, Jo must decide whether she, a girl used to living in the shadows, is ready to step into the light. With prose that is witty, insightful, and at times heartbreaking, Stacey Lee masterfully crafts an extraordinary social drama set in the New South.

#young adult #working #young adult lit

[f33-art]

So, I never said anything prior about doing character posts so soon! Ah well. (Light spoilers for plot points for the first 2 Acts: a lot of posts will have these, but I plan to not reveal much details)

Here's the first member of Team Strike: Trace the Wolf-Jackal! Around Silver's age (16/17 in the first Saga) and introduced as one of several assassins from Ruby City, circumstances led to him befriending his target instead: this would inevitably lead to Trace questioning the aims of those he looked up to as everything he'd done is called into question.

He has special vision powers which manifested at a young age: activating them allow him to see people hidden either by objects or powers, and focusing lets him see targets' prior positions. This can be boosted by Chaos Energy, letting him see slightly into a person's future actions. When this was found out, his parents (high ranking members of Ruby City, answering only to the leader herself) decided to put him through rigorous training to put his powers to 'good' use. As such he was trained in weapons (primarily Swords and Daggers) and martial arts, as well as skills in stealth, infiltration and tracking. His mother also had him learn tracking skills. His mother also forced him to get cybernetics once he failed to deal with Silver one too many times (even if he was arguably doing it on purpose), as well as having him fit into an experimental suit of armor to fight Silver in a final battle. While the armor got destroyed the underlayer of gloves and boots survived, which Trace kept (especially with the boots' rocket jets on the soles). Cybernetics in this future are based upon Hyper-Go-On energy (HGO), and tend to have secondary attributes of the HGO type. In this instance, while the cybernetics were mainly made to silence movements as well as connect to the prototype armor, the Red HGO lets them warm up. The armor used this to its advantage, boosting this warming effect so that it could be charged into blazing attacks - it can also be used to power the Burst Wispon Blade that Trace also kept. Now, Trace's father was (and still is) an Extreme Gear racer, and Trace like his younger sister learnt the skills required to use them. In comes his personal Extreme Gear, Falconer. Due to its 2-way symmetrical design, either side can be used to stand on - but its main power is being able to split into pieces. This is mainly utilised in two ways: becoming a pair of wings, or becoming a shield. [Trace has a lot of skills! Most of the Sonic cast could probably still beat him as he is around Act 3.]

Trace has a strong sense of loyalty - it took his view on his mother to be utterly shattered (among other factors) that led him to defect, and even then he still regrets leaving his sister behind. His justice however is only moderately strong: while there are lines he absolutely won't cross, and certainly prioritises protecting people, he is for instance not above lying to others if he believes the outcome justifies it. Despite swearing off killing, his love for a fight has only grown stronger, and he is certainly willing to keep a misunderstanding going if it means fighting a strong ally unless it is that serious a matter. He certainly has his problems: while he still keeps up a cool and cocky manner, he is shaken by the realisation he has probably killed well meaning people and was planning to kill Silver, as well as by realizing just how sheltered and caged his life was beforehand. He also gets conscious of his cybernetics, covering up his back ones often and having moments where the others just feel...different. Clothing is a passion of his: this dude loves being fashionable! He'll wear whatever he feels like, and has a whole bag filled with various articles of clothing. While he primarily presents as male, he still enjoys wearing feminine clothing and also responds well to any pronouns used for her. His other passion is for blades: he could go on and on about all the different types of two-handed swords or about different polearms if he wants to! One last major note of his character, which is in regards to his relationship with Silver: while he certainly grew to respect the hedgehog and believe him to be a friend, after being rescued from Ruby City the poor Wolf-Jackal has fallen head over heels for the time-traveller.

(Also look, its Gold Tenrec from my profile picture!)

#f33post #silver story #sth #sonic #trace the wolf-jackal #character ref sheet #team strike #silver story team strike #I did Not expect this to be so many paragraphs. But here we are #f33art #...I gotta redesign Gold at some point for this story/au. Mainly clothes wise. #also - I had to write this whole thing TWICE. Thanks tumblr #can I sleep now #sonic oc

[blairsanne]

Stay Out of Trouble

For the Deano Bingo 2022 event!

Prompts: Iolaus - "Who did this?" Young Hercules - Iolaus x OC 1536 words

Summary: Iolaus goes looking for Althea and finds her dealing with a problem she didn't cause. He struggles to find a way to tell her how he feels.

CW: Fluffy fluff.

Iolaus was wandering the Academy halls after their evening meal, looking for Althea. 

She had disappeared sometime during the chaos of everyone going off to their own free-time activities, but he’d been hoping to ask her out for a walk before it got too dark out.

He’d liked her ever since she’d come to the Academy, but there had been some misunderstandings and other people in the way at various points. Now they’d been friends for a while, and he didn’t know if trying to tell her he liked her would ruin that.

Friends could go on walks alone, right? No big deal.

He finally found her alone in the dean’s office of all places, sorting through scrolls that were all over the floor. She was frowning softly to herself as she scanned them, moving them about in some pattern he couldn’t discern.

He watched her push some of her long brown hair from her face, thinking how nice it looked when it was down like that, instead of tied back into a braid.

“If you’re looking for the answers to next week’s tests,” Iolaus quipped, leaning in the doorway. “Fiducius doesn’t keep them just lying around.”

Althea looked up, the sight of Iolaus’s carefree grin making her even more stressed somehow. “No, everything fell off the shelf and now I have to try to get it all back in order.”

Iolaus chuckled and joined her, starting to sort through the scrolls she hadn’t gotten to. “You’re just as clumsy as I can be.” “I’m not the one who-” She stopped herself short and sighed, then shook her head. “Nevermind.”

He frowned, putting a few scrolls back in what was probably not the right place. “What do you mean?” “Oh, it doesn’t matter.” “You’re not the one who what? Made this mess?” “I-” She sighed. “I wasn’t, but I was the one Cheiron saw when he heard the commotion. The others hid, so Cheiron scolded me to clean it up, and… I am.”

Iolaus crossed his arms, nostrils flaring. “What about the others?” She shrugged. “They laughed and left?” “Who?” “Don’t worry about it.”

He flashed a charming smile and tapped her shoulder with the back of his hand. “C’mon, tell me.”

“Nah, it doesn’t matter. Look, we’re basically done.” Althea shoved the rest of the scrolls back onto the shelf, mostly sure they were in their proper places.

“No, it does matter.” He searched her eyes, as though he’d be able to read her mind. “Who did this?” “Don’t worry about-” “They need to be held accountable-” “I’m not going to tell you!”

Iolaus cocked his head, his face contorting in hurt and confusion at her frustrated tone. “Why not?” “Because I don’t want you making a big deal out of it.” “But whoever made this mess should be the one cleaning it up. And they should know not to let other cadets take the blame for their mistakes!” “Well- yes- but, still.”

He took a step forward and placed his hands on her shoulders, staring her down.

“Tell me.” “No. If I tell you, then you’ll go get into a fight with them.”

“Oh, you don’t think I can handle them?” His offense swiftly faded and he shrugged, pulling his hands back as he faked confidence. “I’ll bring Herc and Jason, then.”

“Iolaus, I don’t want you getting in trouble.” “I don’t care if I get in trouble. They should know-” “But if you get in trouble, you might get expelled, and then I won’t get to see you anymore.”

Iolaus blinked, confused that Althea was worried about that sort of thing. Was it really that important to her that he was around? The transgressions of the other cadets were forgotten as he watched her cheeks flush.

She looked away, trying to play it off. “I-I mean, if you get expelled, then you’ll go to jail, right?”

His shoulders slumped slightly and he nodded, looking down. “Yeah,” he agreed quietly, voice laced with shame. “Iolaus the screw up.”

She reached out, instinctively touching his arm to console him. “No, don’t say that. That’s not how I think of you.”

Head still tilted down, he looked up at her through his blonde lashes. “How do you think of me?”

She swallowed, heart in her throat as his gaze seemed to pin her in place.

“I think… you’re quite heroic.” “Really?”

“Sure. You’re always showing up when I’m all alone and need help. Like… the day we met.”

He let out a small huff, remembering how he’d saved her from a bandit on the road the day in question.

“Just doing what anyone would do.” “No.” She shook her head. “Not just anyone. In fact, most wouldn’t. But that’s what makes you… Iolaus.”

“Me,” he repeated self-deprecatingly. “Yes, you. Someone who doesn’t think anything of helping someone. A hero.”

“I’m not so great, really. Just- The idea of bad things happening to you-” He shook his head, making his blond curls fall into his face. “I don’t like it.”

She reached up to tuck some of the long tresses behind one of his ears. He shivered at the featherlight touch that lit up the nerve endings in his scalp.

“Well… thank you.” She licked her lips when he met her soft gaze with one that was hard to read. She hugged herself. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He tried to temper his smile, but it only ended up crooked, his cheek dimpling as he stepped even closer. “I’m really glad you came to the Academy.”

“Me too.” She could barely breathe as she stared up at him. It wasn’t as though he’d never stood so close to her before, but the look he was giving her reminded her of all the times she’d watched him hit on girls at Kora’s Inn. “So don’t get in trouble, okay?” “Okay,” he agreed, laughing under his breath. He leaned forward, and she felt frozen in place.

They were interrupted by a sudden voice in the doorway. “Ah! I see you’re done cleaning up the mess,” Cheiron praised, voice just a bit louder than it needed to be.

Iolaus took a step back, away from Althea, as he rubbed his hands on his thighs.

“And with Iolaus’s help.” “Er- yes.” Althea nodded. “He took pity on me.”

Cheiron nodded in approval. “Well done, cadet.”

“Oh- well- you know-” Iolaus let out a nervous laugh. “Faster working together.” Cheiron nodded, then looked between the two of them. “Best move along if your business is done. Students shouldn’t be socializing in the dean’s office.” “Right! Uh- right.” “We’ll go,” Althea agreed.

Iolaus rubbed his hands on his pants again as Cheiron left them alone, then gestured with his thumbs toward the door.

“Actually, I was gonna go for a walk. Would you wanna come?” “I’d love to.”

He met her sweet smile with a bright grin. “Great!”

He led her out, trying to think of how to tell her how he felt. Just now he’d worked up the courage to try to kiss her before their interruption, but with the moment gone he was suddenly at a loss.

Fidgety and distracted, Iolaus was unusually quiet as they made their way out of the building. Althea took a deep breath, enjoying the cool air as the sun slowly set.

“Iolaus?” “Mm?” He turned to face her as they walked through the gate to wander the perimeter of the grounds as they sometimes did.

She reached out and took one of his hands in hers, and he watched with confusion as she manipulated it until they were holding hands, fingers interlaced. 

“Thanks for before,” she said, continuing to walk at his side. “I don’t want to be here without you.”

He squeezed her hand in reply. “Ah, it’s nothing.”

He glanced her way as they continued, wondering how she could be so relaxed after taking his hand like that. Was it just a friendly gesture?

He slowed to a stop. “Say, Allie?”

She raised a brow at the nickname as she turned to face him. “Yoley?”

He let out a small laugh. “Hey, only my uncle calls me that.”

She hummed in amusement. “Well, only you call me Allie.”

His eyes flickered from hers to her lips and back, and he took a step closer. “Let’s keep it that way.” “Sure.” She nodded, then closed her eyes as he placed his free hand on her shoulder, leaning in.

His kiss was tentative, soft and slow on her lips until she kissed back. She felt his lips curling up as he broke it, and she opened her eyes to see him smiling back at her.

“And we’ll come up with a better nickname for you to call me,” he added.

She laughed in surprise. He let out a humming laugh as well, feeling a sort of lightness to have had his advances well received.

“Sure,” she agreed, looking up into his baby blues. “Just stay out of trouble, okay?”

He winked at her and started walking again. “I don’t get into trouble.”

“Oh?” “Trouble finds me,” he started, making his case to her as they continued on. “Totally different.”

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A/N: I have a whole Google doc of chapter ideas for this OC/pairing but I haven't gotten to write much for it. I thought it would be fun to use Althea for this challenge but I don't consider this interaction canon to that story (which I may or may not even write).

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[lostinanothersmemories]

Heheh, hi I brought an angst idea

The polycue, all going on a date together, then, something happens and a argument breaks out when they get home. David and Milo are still arguing, Asher and Tanker are trying to comfort a Crying Angel.

So the goal is to make me cry? I changed it a little bit because who doesn't love a bit of immediate escapism from situations

CW: Mentions of polyphobia, misunderstandings

Rough weeks don't just go away because of a day off, it's something you have to learn when being in a relationship with many people or really anyone. First Angel got told off by their boss for being late and then some idiot co-worker found out about their relationship specifically how there's more then one person and lastly their end of a rough week present of how David puts it "sugar packed heart attack in a cup" or it's name a java chip frap. Yet somehow of all times that's exactly when they run out of ingredients and can't make it.

The moment they get home all they want to do is collapse in a bed but there are their partners getting ready for the night out that's been planned for weeks, ensuring everyone could go. They relax their shoulders and try to ignore the week trying to bury them.

It still gets to them and they admit it half way through dinner when asked, they are met with love and compassion but it's just a slip of words, the accidental tone that slips through in his words when Milo says, "You didn't have to come if you weren't up to it." It shouldn't crack the dam of their emotions but it does. The way they tense definitely doesn't go unnoticed. He immediately notices too starting his apologies ensuring to reiterate what he meant repeating apologies that he didn't mean what it sounded like.

Before they can start to reassure him that they know he didn't intend for that David from their side is already going on about how everyone is always wanted. They don't get a chance to calm either of them down, a hand lacing fingers between theirs pulling them from the table, they hear keys being snatched from the table as Darlin pulls them to the door clearly frustrated but not showing it in how they so gently hold their hand.

When they get to the door Angel doesn't get the chance to look back instead is offered, "Ice cream? I know a small mom and pop shop that's perfect for long weeks, they'll love a little thing like you."

With a tight lipped smile still trying to fight back tears they nod, immediately being given a kiss on their head before being taken to the car. Far too much ice cream later Angel notices the text pop up on Darlin's phone from Asher saying they've gotten home. Darlin doesn't move from their chair, in no rush to bring them back to deal with the chaos of protectiveness smashing with a snarky tone being taken wrong.

When finally Angel has to step in and point out they have to go back at some point Darlin eventually cedes dropping far more money then a tip typically would be in the jar and walking them back to the passenger side. When first asked they had said they didn't trust them to be able to climb up into their car.

Pulling into the driveway they find the equivalent of two wolves out in the dog house sitting on the step. They both get up at the same time to start apologising only to immediately be quieted when Darlin tells the two to get inside already. Though David hesitates a bit longer they both do as they're told.

They stop turning before going inside Darlin checking in to make sure they want to go in.

It's a long conversation, and frankly they don't want to have it but it's one of those grown up things they have to, so they do. Holding Darlin's hand the entire time. Even as they lightly chastise them for not being honest about how they were feeling.

They finally can feel their shoulders properly relax when Darlin pulls them closer and Asher whines and scoots closer while laying in bed.

#redacted asmr