#even though sara exists in this universe

[byfightingwiththewind]

i can’t tell if we’re going the “storyteller mary” route or not

#i’m planning on making a post about this later #but usually adaptions of tsg make mary a storyteller or writer (think dixie’s plays in the 2020 version) #this is done in an attempt to mix sara crewe and mary lennox in order to make mary more likeable #i feel like this book is trying to do it though #even though sara exists in this universe #a secret princess

[unearthly-doting]

finding their soulmate: genshin edition.

a/n: i haven't made a post here in a hot second and i honestly apologize about that lol. the motivation to write just hasn't been there but!! here's a small lil genshin post for now. i just spun a wheel to pick who i write but if u want me to write for some of the others then just lmk!!

includes: xiao, kaeya, kujou sara, albedo, tartaglia, and ayato.

warnings: mdni, yandere content, not edited, gn reader, kidnapping, forced relationships, arranged marriage, manipulation, reader injury in both kujou sara's, albedo's and tartaglia's parts, childe stabs you :peace sign:, canon is a very vague concept in my writing more often than not btw, this is kinda cringey </3, the yandere content in albedo's part is actually very mild bc i was restraining myself bc there was a lot i wanted to do w it.

XIAO — never really cared much about finding his soulmate. His entire existence was dedicated to protecting Liyue, even if the nation no longer needed his protection. Besides, with how long he's been around, he just assumed his soulmate was long dead and that he'd never meet them. Though, a small part of him wondered... what was his soulmate like?

And, almost as if the universe had been listening, he ends up meeting you. His soulmate. It wasn't a classic, romantic meeting. He didn't save your life or anything like that. You were just a traveler who decided to stay at the inn.

He didn't think much of you until his eyes met yours and suddenly color was flooding into his world. It made him dizzy, and it stunned him into absolute silence because all he could so was stare at you with wide eyes.

You were clearly going through it as well, because obviously. You just met your fucking soulmate on a damn business trip. What the hell were you supposed to do now? It would be awkward to just... ignore what had happened, right? I mean, he's staring right at you and this was all just very overwhelming.

It was an awkward first meeting, that's for sure.

But during your time at the inn, whenever you were free from work, you spent it with Xiao. He was closed off, clearly keeping his guard up and not letting you get too close. You didn't know the reasons, but you didn't expect him to tell you his entire life story just because you two were apparently bound by the universe.

Honestly, you just assumed he didn't want to be with his soulmate. This didn't upset you. It wouldn't work out, anyway. You're only staying for a few weeks before heading home.

But archons, did Xiao want you. Behind his typical, distant behavior, Xiao was taking note of everything about you. Your interests, your habits, your sleep schedule, your favorite foods and desserts... everything you told him or subconsciously revealed, Xiao was tucking it away in his mind.

He wanted you. He wanted you to stay here, in Liyue, with him. Where you belong. But he didn't know how to express that. He's never been in love before, and it's not like he'll just suddenly become an expert at romance after meeting you.

When it was time for you to leave, he was crushed. He needed you to stay. He needed you by his side. Letters wouldn't be enough to fill the emptiness in your wake if you left. You had to stay.

You will stay.

And when you wake up to find yourself no longer in the inn, and instead in some small home deep within the mountains of Liyue, you're distraught.

Xiao looks genuinely guilty, robbing you of your freedom but... you understand, don't you? You have to understand. He just couldn't let you go. You're his soulmate, you were destined to be with him! You'll love it here, he'll make sure of it.

Just stay.

KAEYA — had always wondered what his soulmate was like ever since he was a child. He would spend hours just staring at the small crescent moon forever stained on his wrist, wondering if and when he'll meet the person with a matching mark.

Of course, as he got older he spent less time thinking about such things, though he did always hold out hope that he might be able to one day meet his soulmate. Little did he know, he's met his soulmate already. Multiple times.

You took over Sara's shifts at the Good Hunter whenever she had other things she needed to focus on, so Kaeya has spoken with you on numerous occasions, he's just never realized you were his soulmate because you keep your wrists covered. He's not one to judge, his wrists aren't visible either.

Him finding out was an accident. You had been handing him his order when your sleeves rolled up a bit, and his gaze just so happened to look at your wrists and he saw the very same crescent moon that was on his.

And for a moment, he froze. He just stared. Long enough that you were starting to feel a little uncomfortable. But before you could awkwardly send him on his way, he was showing you the crescent moon on his wrist as well and thus began your love story.

Or... well... it's what Kaeya had hoped for, but you didn't seem interested in soulmates at all. You didn't want the universe to decide who you were meant to be with, you wanted to make that decision yourself, so you had, to put it simply, bluntly rejected him.

And he gets it! It hurts, sure. He spent his entire life dreaming of this day, and it's not turning out the way he had hoped, but... you guys can be friends, at least, right? No strings attached?

For a while, Kaeya was fine with that. You and he had a really strong friendship. He cared about you, and you cared about him. Though your feelings were platonic, he was holding on to the hope that maybe one day, you'll realize you two were meant to be together.

But it was starting to seem as though that day might never come, because almost a year into your friendship with him, you had told Kaeya that you were thinking about entering the dating scene. He was... not too pleased about that, honestly. It was pretty obvious too, the way his entire mood soured the moment you brought the topic up.

He didn't stand by idly while this happened. Any person he saw you chatting up with romantic intentions would suddenly avoid you like the plague the next time you saw them. Any blind dates would end with you being ghosted. Hell, even some of your friends, the ones who were helping you get dates, were starting to avoid you too. It was so confusing.

But not Kaeya. No, Kaeya was always by your side.

Whenever you needed him, he was there. He always seemed to be able to make time for you. He listened to you vent your frustrations out, never once judging you or telling you that you were being dramatic. He was the only constant in your life these days.

Of course, you were completely oblivious to the fact that he was the cause of all of this. It's not that hard to blackmail people, he's learned. But they didn't deserve you anyway, seeing how easily they gave up on you the moment he approached them.

Maybe... maybe dating Kaeya wouldn't be so bad... I mean, you're the one deciding this, right? The universe isn't having any play in it. This is your decision. Isn't it?

KUJOU SARA — never cared about her soulmate. She knew she had one, you were in every dream she had. She found it to be more of a nuisance than anything else.

Her entire life was dedicated to her training, and to the Raiden Shogun. She neither had the time, nor the interest in searching for her soulmate. Besides, it didn't seem as if you resided in Inazuma. Your clothing was similar what people in Fontaine wear, and Fontaine was far away from Inazuma.

She was confident that she wouldn't be meeting you any time soon, so she never gave you any thought when she was awake. She never made any plans on what she would do if she did, by any chance, meet you. It didn't matter.

And she can't help but regret that, now that you're standing in front of her. If she had known that meeting her soulmate would make her feel like this, as if everything in the world suddenly made sense, then... well... she doesn't know what she would've done, to be honest.

No matter, Sara had no time to entertain you. Your stay in Inazuma was only temporary, so she saw no point in trying to form a bond with you. You, however, seemed to have different plans. She was used to seeing you in her dreams every night, but she was not used to seeing you in her waking moments.

Whenever she wasn't preoccupied with something, you were there to offer her company. It was annoying, and she's sent you away more than once, but that didn't seem to deter you. If anything, you seemed to become more determined each time she brushed you off.

At some point, she had given up on avoiding you. It was easier to just let you stick around. And, the more time she spent with you, the more attached she was becoming. It wasn't smart, she knew that, but could you blame her? You're so... irrevocably you.

Her fondness for you didn't go unnoticed.

Many people in Inazuma treated you with the same respect they treated Sara. You were her soulmate, after all. Should someone insult you, they would in turn be insulting her. Nobody wanted to get on her bad side.

There were, however, a few bad apples.

It should come as no surprise that a target was placed on your back the moment people took notice of Sara's attachment to you. She didn't think she'd have to worry much, because no one would be idiotic enough to actually try and harm you under her watch, but she should've known better.

It happened a few days before you were set to leave Inazuma to return home. A disturbance was going on within the city so Sara wasn't with you when you went on your daily walk just outside of it. It was supposed to be safe, but it wasn't.

Some vagrants had got the jump on you, and you nearly lost your life. You were lucky enough to have been found by some bystanders, but Sara was less than pleased when she heard about this. She had never taken pleasure in killing anyone before, but there was a deep-rooted sense of satisfaction deep within her chest when she watched the lives of those who hurt you fade away.

And as she sat by your side, waiting for you to wake up, she came to a decision. You can't be alone. If you are, you'll get hurt, and she won't be able to protect you. She can't let you leave Inazuma. She knows you'll more than likely hate her for making this decision for you, but if it means she can keep you safe, keep you alive and by her side, then... that hatred is something she'll be willing to bear.

ALBEDO — doesn't have a soulmate. At least, he's not supposed to. He's an artificial being, so it wouldn't make sense for him to have a soulmate. Of course, he does find the concept of soulmates to be intriguing. Who, or what, decides who people are destined to be with? It's a question he hopes to find an answer to.

So he wasn't surprised when he found you passed out in the snow, deep within Dragonspine. He's seen this countless times before, travelers who don't take precautions before trying to brave the deadly cold that comes with being here. He assumed he would just nurse you back to health and you would go on your merry way.

That changed, however, when he was cleaning your wounds and he saw his name inked on your skin, right on your collarbone. In his handwriting, at that. It confused him, because... that would mean that he's your soulmate. But he can't be. And yet, it didn't come off when he tried wiping it off. It was a part of your skin.

This left him with many questions, though none of them got answered when you woke up. You couldn't remember much about yourself, other than your name and a few other details. You didn't even know why you were in Dragonspine, or where you were from. You did hit your head pretty badly, judging from the headwound, so that would explain the amnesia, though he's not sure if it was going to be something temporary or not.

You both decided it would be best to just have you stay here until you were able to recover some of your memories and although Albedo wasn't eager to make friends with you, he was grateful for the company. He was incredibly patient with you too, answering any questions you may have had ranging from a multitude of different topics.

And in return, you helped out as much as you could without overexerting yourself and making your injuries worse. You'd make sure to keep his little lab tidy when he was away. You'd help out with some of his experiments too, if he knew you wouldn't get hurt doing so.

All while trying to figure out how he could possibly be your soulmate. He checked over himself. Four times. Your name was nowhere on his body. So why? Why was his name on yours? As much as he hates to admit it, he thinks he may never get an answer to this mystery.

Though... that's not such a bad thing, he thinks. He finds himself enjoying your company more and more with each passing day, the whole soulmate thing rarely even crossed his mind. At least, until you had asked him why his name was permanently etched into your skin. It was fairly easy to explain everything to you, though he was unable to answer a few of your questions, sadly. Soulmates were still a mystery, after all.

And when you asked if you could write your name on him so you two could match, he found himself unable to say no. He found himself unable to speak at all, actually, as you wrote your name on his shoulder. You even added a little heart next to it.

But no, Albedo was too busy coming to terms with the feelings he has for you. They weren't new. He's been aware of them for a week or so now, he just never gave it much thought until now. Now, with you so close to him, it was simply impossible to ignore.

And once you pull away, you smile at him and say, "There! Now I'm your soulmate too, right?" And oh.

Oh.

There was no way Albedo was going to let you leave Dragonspine now.

TARTAGLIA — feels a little bad for his soulmate, whoever they are. They can feel his pain, and he can feel theirs. So... they probably hate his guts, considering he's not the most careful person in the world. He pushes himself to his limits and beyond, and his soulmate has no doubt felt every single second of it.

Don't get him wrong, he would love to meet his soulmate. It's been a dream of his since he was a child, always eager to hear the story of how his mom and dad found out they were soulmates. Even as he grew older, the desire never went away. It was just... buried.

And his soulmate just so happened to be you, the significant other of a man who owed the Northland Bank a lot of money. He doesn't normally partake in debt collections, but he didn't have anything better to do so he decided to take this one on. He was going to use you as an example to your husband, though the moment his blade stabbed you, he froze.

He felt the pain. He stabbed you, and he could feel it. Oh fuck, he just stabbed his soulmate. That's definitely not the picturesque first meeting he was hoping for. Probably wouldn't be a good idea to tell his family this either...

Stabbing aside, he was utterly delighted. You, on the other hand, were terrified. Not only did this man just fucking stab you, his expression went from bored to something akin to crazed glee. He stared at you with a hunger that made you want to shy away from his gaze.

He doesn't care that you're already in a relationship with someone else. Not anymore, you're not. You're his, destined by the stars or however the story goes. And if your lover tries to get you back, he'll just kill them. Easy as that. Absolutely nothing will get in the way of him having you.

And he likes that you fight back against him. He especially loves it when you manage to escape. Hell, sometimes he'll even let you go just so he can chase you down again. It sends a thrill through him like no other when he catches you, and you stare at him teary-eyed and out of breath.

You're always so scared that he'll hurt you, but he would never do such a thing. He treats you like you're royalty, spoiling you with a seemingly endless amount of gifts. You're not quite sure how he knows what you like, and you're too hesitant to ask.

Honestly... he'd probably let you stab him. Y'know, he stabbed you, so it's only fair that you get to stab him in turn, right?

You think not. You're very hesitant, staring at him as though he were insane for even proposing such an idea. A part of him was disappointed. He wanted one of the many scars on his body to be from you. But a much larger part can't help but go soft at the sight of you shaking your head, sternly refusing to hurt him.

If he wasn't obsessed with you before, he certainly was now. You're too good. Too kind. He's holding you captive (lovingly, of course) and you refuse to hurt him? You don't even want to pinch him? How adorable.

Why, if he didn't know any better, he'd think that you might care about him.

He was nothing if not stubborn, of course. You might not care about him now, but you will in the future. He'll make sure of it.

After all, he's spent his whole life waiting for you.

AYATO — never had the time to think of his soulmate. He was blessed (or cursed, depending on who you ask) with the ability to see the red strings that tied people together. When he was younger, before having to take on the duties of the Kamisato name, he would always stare at the one tied to his pinkie.

He even has the habit of twirling the red string around his finger whenever he gets stressed. Only behind closed doors, of course. It would probably appear strange to others if they saw.

Meeting his soulmate was something he had always planned out in his head as a child, and when he finally did meet you, it was so... simple. There was nothing magical about it, you had just bumped into him one day when he was out in the city and that's what started all of this.

For you, it was a forgettable encounter, one that would never cross your mind again. For him, it was everything he had been waiting for. Thoma thought it was a bit strange, but he dutifully gathered information about you when Ayato asked it of him. He needed to know everything there was to know about you.

He already knew what he was going to do when he met his soulmate, the only thing left was to actually do it. And you were definitely shocked when Kamisato Ayato himself showed up at your home and asked you to marry him.

You said no, obviously, because why the hell would you agree to marry someone you didn't know? Ayato had planned for this, of course. That's why he had Thoma learn everything about you, so the moment you declined his offer, he just smiled and made a comment about your family. It was very obvious what he was implying.

And even if you aren't close with your family, you can't live with blood on your hands. You were pretty much forced into accepting Ayato's marriage proposal. He was pleased with this outcome, promising to take care of everything himself.

Marrying him meant that you would, unfortunately, have to leave your home and instead live at the Kamisato Estate. Everyone was under the impression that this marriage was one of love and not coercion. You highly doubt that anyone would believe you if you told them the truth, and you were too concerned about what the consequences would be if you did.

Everyone at the estate was nice to you, at least, though the only people allowed to actually get close to you were Ayaka and Thoma.

And when the wedding was over, it was time for your honeymoon. You were not excited about that, but it seemed Celestia itself was on your side during that time because he was too busy to spend time with you.

If he wasn't threatening the lives of your family, you would have made numerous escape attempts by now. Still, you've made it very clear that you hate his guts.

Your hatred is something he detests, though he can't fault you for it. He understands that what he's forced you into is wrong, but in his mind, it was something that had to be done. He's sure that given enough time and space, you'll grow to understand why he did what he did.

And even though you scorn his existence, Ayato looks at you as if you've placed the stars in the sky.

Your strings are forever tied together, so there's no getting out of this. He doesn't plan on ever letting you go. He'd be a terrible husband if he didn't keep you close, wouldn't he?

#yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere xiao x reader #yandere kaeya x reader #yandere kujou sara x reader #yandere albedo x reader #yandere tartaglia x reader #yandere childe x reader #yandere ayato x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x gn reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere xiao #yandere kaeya #yandere kujou sara #yandere albedo #yandere tartaglia #yandere childe #yandere ayato #yandere

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Round 5 Match 4

Propaganda:

Goku -

"Has a special interest in fighting that he dedicated his entire life to. And he tends to try to solve problems only through that special interest, even though easier alternatives exist in-universe

Is very oblivious of social convention and has trouble relating and understanding others (especially as a child)

Has a very strong sense of justice

Has a very "black and white" view of morality. Someone is either a good guy or a bad guy, again this is especially true when he was a child. To be clear, he still understands that someone good can do bad things and vice-versa, and also that a bad person can become a good one. But he still doesn't really take into account that there's also a "grey" area of morality

Likes to stim :]

Always wear his gi when possible

Is very cool, and really, isn't it enough for him to be claimed by the autistic community?"

Gin -

"Gin carries around a stuffed animal cusion called Mew-chan, he often ends his sentences in meow or woof. He canonically has autism in the game. "I don't really get all the details, but… I have this sorta condition called autism, meow… […] If I don't wear this… I feel really embarrassed. I get nervous, woof… I know it's weird, meow…" Quote by Gin. He gets counseling in school for his autism and he wants to work with animals. He gets attached to people easily, he calls the main character 'Big Sis Sara,' he gives nicknames to most of the people in the game. He always does his best to help out everyone else."

#tumblr polls #autistic anime boys poll #original poll #goku #son goku #db #dbs #dbz #dragon ball #dragon ball super #dragon ball z #goku dragon ball #yttd #your turn to die #gin ibushi #ibushi gin #kimi ga shine

[boilbluedenim]

Over the liminal mindscape

I love and hate how this show's ending is completely left up to interpretation, mainly because of Wirt and Greg's potential deaths and how that makes me feel about the show as a whole. It attaches a sort of bittersweet feeling to it which I'm not too sure about. more on that soon though.

Anyway, when paying even just an inkling of attention to this show, you can almost immediately connect the dots and come to the conclusion that none of the adventures (for the most part) actually happened. This conclusion is heavily drawn from the frames we see at the very beginning, of Wirt, Greg, and Jason Funderburker (the frog) drowning. (ep 1)

and from the frames where Wirt wakes up in the water after having said goodbye to Beatrice, saving his brother and the frog by carrying them both out of the water. (ep 10)

Taking into account that Wirt, Greg, and Funderburker all fell into the water moments before almost getting hit by a train, which we discover in episode 9; Into The Unknown, I think it's pretty safe to assume that this is, in fact, the case and that OTGW takes place in either a mental space or a physical limbo, occurring while they are all in the process of drowning.

Another thing I'd like to mention is that OTGW is heavily based off of Dante's Inferno, which, in the simplest of summaries, is a poem about a journey that begins in a forest, leads through hell, and eventually into heaven, hence the theorized death I mentioned earlier. It's actually pretty easy to spot where these references and homages lie, for example, the formula of the story is somewhat similar, and the characters take on similar roles. (for example, Virgil: Beatrice/Woodsman(?)or even Greg in some cases, Beatrice: Sara, Dante: Wirt.) (please read Inferno or a summary of it to fully understand this if you haven't already because it's actually really interesting).

Rewatching OTGW with this in mind led me to realize a lot of things that I originally passed off as unique writing choices with no actual meaning behind them. Then again that could be the case but what's the fun in assuming that?

Upon entering the unknown, we're launched into a universe with a seemingly ever-changing time period. Characters talk funny and fancy, dress and act as if they're from the 1600s-1700s, and none of our protagonists seem particularly fazed by this (except for Beatrice, occasionally) with Greg using a phrase such as "brother o'mine" and Wirt's dramatic poetic rambles. Everything feels very inspired while also being all over the place, almost as if it's been composed from memories, lying in the pits of somebody's mind...

Wirt is a Huge Nerd.

If I am to believe that this show takes place in one of our protagonists' minds, which I do in fact believe, then I would say that that protagonist has to be Wirt. Wirt has a tendency to go on poetic spiels, even dropping two of them in the very first episode. Accompanied by his teenage boy dread (being a nerd at 14 is tough) and his overextending knowledge about curious things, which he showcases in his exclaim at Beatrice's ability to talk and his comment about one of the rooms in Endicott's mansion (below), It becomes a glaring possibility that OTGW is primarily from Wirt's point of view, with the Unknown existing solely in his head.

I've actually seen this point argued before, with some people mentioning the black turtles on the poster in Wirt's room or just his entire room in general. However, if true, that doesn't really answer the question of whether the unknown exists as a physical space or a mental one, having no supernatural effects on the real world.

2. The Implications of the Bell

Okay, so, listen.

I hate to be the kind of person who goes "Well it's probably just a fun and silly bit that doesn't actually mean anything." but I'm gonna be that person anyway, or at least I'm not going to assume character death because I don't want to and free will is a thing blablablabla. I will however be serious for a second and try to provide a tangible reason for why I think this scene doesn't have any real-world implications.

For one, this scene immediately jumpcuts to a voiceover, followed by scenes that serve as conclusions for the stories of the characters we've met along the way, all of them being positive. I think this serves the purpose of letting us know the story did in fact have a good ending, with Wirt learning how to treat his brother with respect. I also think that ties into the theory above.

Not only does the unknown serve as a mental limbo but it also serves as a lesson for Wirt in particular. This journey is riddled with self-critique, characterized as Beatrice, all the while Wirt is drowning and realizing he's not only failed himself but his brother as well.

3. The Beast

Surprisingly I haven't mentioned the beast yet even though he's very important to the story. The beast represents a couple of things, one being death and two being the overarching, real-world problem. Those may sound like the same thing, and honestly, they are depending on what you think the problem is. To me, it's Wirt's relationship with, and treatment of Greg in the real world that bleeds into the universe of the unknown.

The exchange that Wirt has with the beast at the end of episode 10 fully encapsulates his character growth. The characters his mind has created have actually taught him something, that being; wallowing in sorrow and accepting your fate is just going to lead you further down this winding path, or in this case, to the bottom of this lake. You will never get home.

Unlike I've seen others suggest, this is not a story of a boy failing and dying while so wrapped up in his own fantasy, eventually residing in a false heaven. Instead, everything is put back where it needs to be.

From the forest, through the unknown, and finally, back home.

#ramblings #over the garden wall #otgw #I havent written since september help

[morrigan-sims]

Happy Simblr Gratitude Day!!

There's so many amazing people that I follow, and I know I can never name them all, so if you don't get mentioned on this list, PLEASE don't feel bad. I know for a fact that I'm going to miss some incredible people.

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@simlit - possibly the best "bachelor challenge" to ever exist. An incredible story with compelling characters, excellent writing, and stunning visuals. I binge-read all of COTS in one day, and whenever it updates, it's the highlight of my day.

@simgerale - Miranda is so incredibly talented. She makes the most beautiful sims, and her story Regal that just finished recently might just be my favorite story anyone has ever posted on tumblr. I've been following it since more or less day one. Also her legacy family is ADORABLE.

@softpine - the last of my top 3 stories on simblr. Everything Brandi writes is so incredibly detailed and filled with so much love. There is so much nuance and detail that goes into all of her posts, and all of her characters are delightfully complex. I binge-read the entirety of Camellia over two days, and it was a DELIGHTFUL experience.

@potionio - Omen makes some of the most amazing sims I've ever seen. Everything they make is GORGEOUS, from sims to builds to edits. Amazing alt fashion and spooky vibes all around. Also just an awesome friend.

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@rebouks - Somnium very quickly became one of my favorite stories on simblr, and now Forever In Between is following in the foorsteps! Becca has adorable sims, and blends an excellent mix of gameplay and storytelling. She's also an INCREDIBLE pose maker.

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@arcanewonder - Sara's renders are on a whole 'nother level. Truly nothing compares. The fantasy vibes are immaculate! Plus, her simblreen treats from years past have saved my ass in decorating the castle for RTQ/ATQH.

@barbieaiden - Sam makes some of the most awesome renders I've ever seen, not to mention his stunning story and intriguing OCs. I love Sam and Aiden, am morbidly fascinated with Tristan and Kas, and am eagerly awaiting the day I get to hear about his pirate OCs.

@rainymoodlet - Shan's sims are all GORGEOUS, but Dan is truly the best of them all. Dan's bachelor challenge, KMIK, is amazing, and even though my boy may be out of the running, I'm very invested to see who ends up stealing Dan's heart.

@samssims - Sam is a pillar in this community. Her NSB family captured my heart right away, and her unique method of storytelling is so cool. Not to mention her poses, which are a must-have!

@laeska - Makes some of the best hairs in the community, and all totally free!! Her simblreen gifts this year were amazing, and I have all of her cc in my game.

@retro-plasma - Corn's sims are beautiful, and their gameplay posts are stunning! They truly have a talent for making things come alive!

@omgkayplays - A truly incredible simblr. Stunning builds, mindboggling edits, drop-dead-gorgeous sims, and a fascinating story are all reasons to give Kay a follow.

@seaslugsims - Their story is awesome, their cc is amazing and very useful, plus they're super kind and amazing!!!

@simandy - Ellen is literally the first simblr I followed, back when I joined this hellsite 5+ years ago. Her cc is amazing, and absolutely a must-have in my game.

I know I've missed people, but I think I've hit my limit on tagging people. Either that or tumblr's just throwing a fit at how long this post is. Either way, each and every person I follow deserves a spot on this list, so don't feel bad at all if I missed you!!! I follow over 400 people, all of whom are amazing.

#morrigan.txt #simblr gratitude day #simblr appreciation #simblr love #positivity

[othervee]

I was thinking about YR in the shower this morning (it's where my brain is at its finest) and thinking about Simon and Sara, and how they each react to Hillerska - and the effect Hillerska and its students has on them. And it's led to some personal musings as well.

In the first episode we see that both Simon and Sara are very aware that most of Hillerska's privileged elites either despise them or don't even think about them. Sara tells Simon that she doesn't care about how Felice speaks to her, because she gets to hang out at the stables and ride as much as she wants. Simon wants Sara to tell him if anyone gives her a hard time. The siblings ride the bus home as a united front, taking goofy selfies which show their open affection for each other - very different to the carefully curated selfies Felice is posting or the press snaps of Wilhelm, emphasising how the Erikssons exist outside the artificial bubble of Hillerska where everything is for show.

But in the same episode, in our first glimpse of them at home, we see Sara instructing Ayub on correct table setting and later dismissing her old school as being a bunch of "diverse losers who'll never amount to anything".

On the one hand, I don't blame Sara for resenting Marieberg, because we know she was badly bullied and humiliated there. On the other hand Ayub, present at the table, is one of those Marieberg "losers" and Sara doesn't modify or withhold her words so as not to hurt or insult him.

This is our first glimpse of Hillerska and its values affecting Sara's character and relationships. She's brought Hillerska into their home, whether knowingly or unwittingly, and is beginning to internalise Hillerska values.

What I'm pondering here is: why table manners, now, even before Sara has befriended anyone from Hillerska?

Table manners - and the rules of etiquette in general - are a signifier of class. There are plenty of written and filmed works (and of course fan-created works too!) where a working class person, attempting to pass as a member of "high society", is revealed to be an imposter through an etiquette slip-up such as choosing the wrong spoon for the course they've been served.

Of course Sara, if she wants to fit in, will want to know and practice correct manners - but at this stage, she hasn't befriended any of the Hillerska girls and she doesn't have a reason to think she will. She implies to both Simon and Linda that she doesn't care whether she ever fits in. So why does it matter if her mother doesn't sit up straight at the table? Is it because she doesn't want to be embarrassed at Parents' Day; because she hopes that she will be able to fit in with the Hillerska crowd if she imitates them enough; or has she begun believing, maybe without realising it, the myth that people with money deserve it because they are better, more deserving people, and that good manners is one of the markers of being a more deserving person? That would tie in with her "no-one likes me when I'm me" later several episodes later. She doesn't feel worthy in herself, as herself, and Hillerska is doing nothing to boost her.

Simon's letting Hillerska inside too, and it's altering his relationships as well, less obviously but perhaps more insidiously. Ayub and Rosh are taken aback that he wants to "get somewhere" in life and doesn't want to stay in Bjarstaad forever. Simon is focusing on very direct actions and effects though - he will participate in rowing, which will improve his grades, which will get him into a better university/a better job. But the etiquette means absolutely nothing to him.

The face Sara wants to show at Hillerska is "I am one of you, and you can see that because I participate in and love your traditions". Whereas Simon wants to present as "I am just as good as you, just as I am, and your weird little rules and rituals are irrelevant to me".

And that's all just in the first couple of episodes!

#young royals analysis #young royals #simon eriksson #sara eriksson #this show has layers #this show has layers and layers and layers!

[thelasthalloween]

Various MML headcanons of mine because why not

In high school, Milo is either the tallest or shortest of the group with absolutely no in between. Melissa is definitely taller than Zack, though.

Dakota has absolutely used the time car to go to concerts and has no regrets about it. (Personally I see him enjoying Queen)

Elliot, Carl, and Veronica were all in the same graduating class. Elliot was a bit of an outcast, Veronica was one of the popular kids that was nice to everybody, and Carl was more focused on academics than socializing.

No one in universe ships Dakavendish more than Milo. My favorite take on this headcanon is that he literally thinks they’re married long before they get together. (“But we have different last names!” “Oh, I just kind of assumed Dakota-Cavendish was too long so everyone just called you by your original last names.” “Why does Dakota’s last name get to be first?”)

Sara wants to be involved in the TV industry, in hopes of Dr. Zone still being on when she’s old enough to be working on it. I see her as a writer or someone who helps make costumes.

I could make a separate post for my Dakavendish wedding headcanons, let me know if that’s something you’d like to see.

Mr. Drako knows the kids think he’s a vampire. I’m still not sure whether or not he actually is, but I do think he exaggerates it for the meme either way.

I know I said no one ships Dakavendish more than Milo, but Doof is in a close second. However, during the time Cavendish was rogue, he was convinced they were divorced. When Cavendish came back, he would constantly ask “So, does this mean you’re getting back together or what?” Cavendish couldn’t stand this.

Cavendish and Cavenpuss do not get along. I don’t need to elaborate. Also I’m dying at the mental image of Cavenpuss getting punted like a football. (“Why does that THING need to exist?” “I could easily say the same about you.” “YOU WOULDN’T EVEN EXIST WITHOUT ME!”)

#milo murphy's law #dakavendish

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

every single book I read in 2022. all 129 of them.

jesus christ

let's start with the best of the best; everything else will get listed beneath the read more because I'm not an animal. even just picking out my favorites is honestly probably going to get pretty lengthy, even though I'm trying to keep the synopses short.

batmanisagatewaydrug's noteworthy books of 2022

Complaint! (Sara Ahmed, 2021) - necessary for anyone doing diversity work in higher education, tbh

America is Not the Heart (Elaine Castillo, 2018) - achingly gorgeous novel of heartbreak and healing.

The School for Good Mothers (Jessamine Chan, 2022) - honestly? I feel very good calling this my favorite book of the entire year. sensitive, smart, chilling.

Black Feminist Thought (Patricia Hill Collins, 1990) - truly ashamed to say I didn't read this sooner. Collins' clear-eyed analysis remains crazily spot-on 30+ years later.

Hurts So Good: The Science and Pleasure of Pain on Purpose (Leigh Cowart, 2021) - I read this book so early in 2022 and literally have not stopped thinking about it since.

Batman: King Tut's Tomb (Nunzio DeFillippis, Christina Weir, José Luis García-López, and Kevin Nowlan, 2009) - dare I say the most fun I had with a comic all year.

You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty (Akwaeke Emezi, 2022) - a romance unlike any other. queer, fun, sexy, bold as hell, and joyfully life-affirming.

The Dangers of Smoking in Bed (Mariana Enríquez, trans. Megan McDowell, 2021) - DELICIOUSLY creepy short stories that will lurk in your brain forever.

Lesser Known Monsters of the 21st Century (Kim Fu, 2022) - if a more perfect short story collection exists I am yet to find it.

The World We Make (N.K. Jemisin, 2022) - I normally hesitate to include sequels on a list like this, but god DAMN Jemisin is the queen of modern spec fic for a reason.

We Do This 'Til We Free Us: Abolitionist Organizing and Transforming Justice (Mariame Kaba, edited by Tamara K. Nopper, 2021) - excellent collection of Kaba's abolitionist writings, drawing on years of organizing experience and wisdom.

Jade City (Fonda Lee, 2017) - look out! new favorite doorstopper fantasy series alert!

Priestdaddy (Patricia Lockwood, 2017) - about the best damn memoir I've ever read. heartbreaking and hysterical in turns, poetry the whole way through.

Batman: The Long Halloween and Batman: Dark Victory (Jeph Loeb and Tim Sale, 1996 and 1999) - it's always so exciting when something much-hyped lives up to the hype in every way. Batman at his grim and moody Batmaniest with a Gotham that’s deliciously bleak.

Station Eleven (Emily St. John Mandel, 2014) - I didn't think I'd like this book much at all, then ended up proposing on the second date. oops!

I'm Glad My Mom Died (Jennette McCurdy, 2022) - you will also be glad McCurdy's mom died, and also experience every other known human emotion along the way.

Kaikeyi (Vaishnavi Patel, 2022) - SPLENDID mythology retelling + political fantasy.

My Body (Emily Ratajkowski, 2022) - haunting haunting haunting personal essays about Ratajkowski's life as a model and subsequent alienation from her own body.

Batman: Bruce Wayne, Murderer? (Greg Rucka et al, 2002) - genuinely what can I say I'm a messy bitch and I love when the Bats are having a terrible time.

The Batman Adventures Vol. 2 #1-17 (created by Dan Slott, Ty Templeton, Rick Burchett, Terry Beatty, and Bruce Timm, 2003) - a continuation of the Batman: The Animated Series universe that frankly just fucking rules.

Little Rabbit (Alyssa Songsiridej, 2022) - a potent and erotic adult coming of age story.

The Right to Sex: Feminism in the Twenty-First Century (Amia Srinivasan, 2021) - thorny, difficult, vital essays.

Fearing the Black Body: The Racial Origins of Fat Phobia (Sabrina Strings, 2019) - jaw-droppingly thorough research into the role of fatpobia played and plays in the project of race-making.

On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous (Ocean Vuong, 2019) - yeah so it turns out no one was REMOTELY exaggerating. Vuong really is That Good.

Hench (Natalie Zina Walschots, 2020) - wild fun with a ruthless protagonist and her sex villainous beetle man boss; what more could you ask for?

Love Your Asian Body: AIDS Activism in Los Angeles (Eric C. Wat, 2021) - learning about queer history makes me feel like I’m holding something so vibrant and fragile and precious right in my little queer hand. this book is an emotional journey in such a shining way.

Never Have I Ever (Isabel Yap, 2021) - EXCITING short story collection centered on girls having Just The Weirdest Time.

and everybody else:

fiction:

Light From Uncommon Stars (Ryka Aoki, 2021)

Our Wives Under the Sea (Julia Armfield, 2022)

A Tiny Upward Shove (Melissa Chadburn, 2022)

A Prayer for the Crown-Shy (Becky Chambers, 2022)

Disorientation (Elaine Hsieh Chou, 2022)

The Laws of the Skies (Grégoire Courtois, trans. Rhonda Mullins, 2019)

The Monster Baru Cormorant (Seth Dickinson, 2018)

The Tyrant Baru Cormorant (Seth Dickinson, 2020)

Greenland (David Santos Donaldson, 2022)

Dead Collections (Isaac Fellman, 2022)

The Halloween Moon (Joseph Fink, 2021)

A Dowry of Blood (S.T. Gibson)

Nightmare Alley (William Lindsay Gresham, 1946)

The Vegetarian (Han Kang, trans. Deborah Smith, 2015)

The Metamorphosis (Franz Kafka, trans. William Aaltonen, 1915)

Before the Coffee Gets Cold (Toshikazu Kawaguchi, trans. Geoffrey Trousselot, 2019)

Woman, Eating (Claire Kohda, 2022)

Long Division (Kiese Laymon, 2014)

Jade War (Fonda Lee, 2019)

No One is Talking About This (Patricia Lockwood, 2021)

Portrait of a Thief (Grace D. Li, 2022)

Elatsoe (Darcie Little Badger, 2020)

A Snake Falls to Earth (Darcie Little Badger, 2021)

Glitterati (Oliver K. Longmead)

Gideon the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir, 2019)

Harrow the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir, 2020)

Nona the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir, 2022)

The Memory Police (Yoko Ogawa, trans. Stephen Snyder, 2019)

Even Though I Knew the End (C.L. Polk, 2022)

100 Boyfriends (Brontez Purnell, 2021)

Flowers for the Sea (Zin E. Rocklyn, 2021)

Any Way the Wind Blows (Rainbow Rowell, 2021)

Interview with the Vampire (Anne Rice, 1976)

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (Benjamin Alire Sáenz, 2012)

Aristotle and Dante Dive Into the Waters of the World (Benjamin Alire Sáenz, 2022)

Into the Riverlands (Nghi Vo, 2022)

Siren Queen (Nghi Vo, 2022)

Strange Beasts of China (Yan Ge, trans. Jeremy Tiang, 2020)

short story collections:

The Memory Librarian: And Other Stories of Dirty Computer (Janelle Monáe, Yohanco Delgado, Eva L. Ewing, Alaya Dawn Johnson, Danny Lore, and Sheree Renée Thomas, 2022)

Walking on Cowrie Shells (Nana Nkweti, 2021)

Terminal Boredom (Izumi Suzuki, trans. Polly Barton, Sam Bett, David Boyd, Daniel Joseph, Aiko Masubuchi, and Helen O’Horan, 2021)

nonfiction:

Gender Trouble: Feminism and the Subversion of Identity (Judith Butler, 1990)

How to Read Now (Elaine Castillo, 2022)

Playing the Whore: The Work of Sex Work (Melissa Gira Grant, 2014)

What We Don't Talk About When We Talk About Fat (Aubrey Gordon, 2020)

White Tears/Brown Scars: How White Feminism Betrays Women of Color (Ruby Hamad, 2020)

Belly of the Beast: The Politics of Anti-Fatness as Anti-Blackness (Da'Shaun L. Harrison, 2021)

Some of My Best Friends: Essays on Lip Service (Tajja Isen, 2022)

One Day We'll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter (Scaachi Koul, 2017)

How to Slowly Kill Yourself and Others in America (Revised Edition) (Kiese Laymon, 2020)

Sister Outsider (Audre Lorde, 1984)

Conversations with People Who Hate Me: 12 Lessons I Learned from Talking to Internet Strangers (Dylan Marron, 2022)

Cultish: The Language of Fanaticism (Amanda Montell, 2021)

World of Wonders: In Praise of Fireflies, Whale Sharks, and Other Astonishments (Aimee Nezhukumatathil)

Histories of the Transgender Child (Jules Gill-Peterson, published as Julian Gill-Peterson, 2018)

Yoke: My Yoga of Self-Acceptance (Jessamyn Stanley, 2021)

A Queer History of Fashion: From the Closet to the Catwalk (edited by Valerie Steele, 2013)

Transgender History: The Roots of Today's Revolution (Revised Edition) (Susan Stryker, 2008)

The End of Policing (Alex S. Vitale, 2017)

The Trouble With Normal: Sex, Politics, and the Ethics of Queer Life (Michael Warner, 1999)

Read My Lips: Sexual Subversions and the End of Gender (Riki Wilchins, published as Riki Anne Wilchins, 1997)

poetry:

Short Talks (Anne Carson, 1992)

Content Warning: Everything (Akwaeke Emezi, 2022)

Prelude to Bruise (Saeed Jones, 2014)

Alive at the End of the World (Saeed Jones, 2022)

Bright Dead Things (Ada Limón, 2015)

Motherland Fatherland Homelandsexuals (Patricia Lockwood, 2014)

Nature Poem (Tommy Pico, 2017)

Night Sky with Exit Wounds (Ocean Vuong, 2016)

Time Is a Mother (Ocean Vuong, 2022)

comics:

Batman: One Bad Day - Mr. Freeze (Gerry Duggan, Matteo Scalera, and Dave Stewart, 2022)

Spandex - Fast and Hard (Martin Eden, 2012)

Harley Quinn: The Animated Series: The Eat. Bang! Kill. Tour (Tee Franklin, Max Sarin, and Marissa Louise, 2022)

Batman: Whatever Happened to the Caped Crusader? (Neil Gaiman and Andy Kubert, 2009)

The Sandman: Preludes & Nocturnes (Neil Gaiman, Sam Keith, Mike Dringenberg, and Malcom Jones III, 1988)

The Sandman: In the Doll's House (Neil Gaiman, Michael Zulli, Mike Dringenberg, Chris Bachalo, Malcolm Jones III, and Steve Parkhouse, 1989)

The Sandman: Dream Country (Neil Gaiman, Kelley Jones, Malcolm Jones III, Colleen Doran, and Charles Vess, 1991)

The Sandman: Season of Mists (Neil Gaiman, Kelley Jones, Malcom Jones III, Mike Dringenberg, Matt Wagner, P. Craig Russell, George Pratt, and Dick Giordano, 1992)

The Sandman: A Game of You (Neil Gaiman, Shawn McManus, Colleen Doran, Bryan Talbot, Stan Woch, and George Pratt, 1993)

Run, Riddler, Run (Gerard Jones and Mark Badger, 1992)

Catwoman: When in Rome (Jeph Loeb and Tim Sale, 2005)

Batman: Year One (Frank Miller and David Mazzicchello, 1986)

Batman: One Bad Day - Penguin (John Ridley, Giuseppe Camuncoli, Cam Smith, and Arif Prianto, 2022)

Batman: Bruce Wayne - Fugitive (Greg Rucka et al, 2002)

Batman: One Bad Day - Two-Face (Mariko Tamaki, Jaiver Fernandez, and Jordie Bellaire, 2022)

Batman & Robin Eternal Vol 1 & Vol 2 (James Tynion IV and Scott Snyder, 2015 and 2016)

Batman: Their Dark Designs (James Tynion IV, Guillem March, and Tomeu Morey, 2020)

The Joker War Saga (James Tynion IV and Jorge Jiménez, 2021)

Papergirls Vol. 1-6 (Brian K. Vaughan and Cliff Chiang, 2016-2019)

Real Hero Shit (Kendra Wells, 2022)

Poison Ivy #1-6 (G. Willow Wilson and Marcio Takara, 2022)

and some gaming guides!

Monster of the Week (Michael Sands, 2012) - great game. so cool. cannot wait to actually play it someday.

Thirsty Sword Lesbians (April Kit Walsh, 2021)

special shame zone because I want you to know how bad this sucked, do not read this:

Rethinking Sex: A Provocation (Christine Emba, 2022). patronizing, puritanical, reductive, painfully cisheteronormative. weirdly afraid of group sex. not actually that provocative, just aggressively Catholic.

and last but most certainly least, a comic that I want to remind you all fucking sucked just one more time before the year is done.

Batman: One Bad Day - The Riddler (Tom King and Mitch Gerads, 2022)

Tom King, go fuck yourself. Mitch is cool though, the art slapped.

#bookblr #if you find a typo in here no you didn't xoxo #feel free to tell me your thots or ask about any of these i love to talk about my unhinged reading habit

[boba-at-323]

Love Once Again...

Note: Renjun is literally an asshole in this I'm so sorry || I swore at Renjun WAY more than I should have || Thank you @jaehunnyy for beta reading this ! || I'm sorry if there were mistakes, I literally did not have the stamina to re read this ;-;

Playlist : One Last Time - Ariana Grande || Miss Me Too - Katherine Li || Love Me Now - NCT 127 || Urs - NIKI || Remember that night - Sara Kays || Time Lapse - Kim Taeyeon

You knew going to Haechan’s party was a bad idea, it always was. But you hadn’t thought it would be “bad” bad.

For the record, whenever Haechan – the most popular (and not to mention hottest) student on campus – threw parties at his place, they contrasted his whole “perfect” image. They were actually just a series of misfortunate events disguised as parties. From extreme, groundless fights breaking out of nowhere to stuff like sudden, random power outages; everything happened at his place on the day he had planned out some event. And even though everyone knew how cursed his parties were, they were still thrilled to hang out with him because after all, it was Haechan– who in their right mind would decline his invites? 

Although you witnessed all the damned episodes that took place at his house, you never minded them. Like all the others, you enjoyed crashing at his place whenever he asked you to join him. Even if you weren’t in the mood, it was obligatory for you to go since he was one of your oldest friends and fairly speaking, going to his party was better than hearing him rant and complain for weeks just because you didn’t show up. However, ignoring how everything usually took a miserable turn, you had to admit his parties were actually something no one should be missing out on. For a 22 year old, he was quite the host.

It was actually because of Haechan and his jinxed gatherings that you met the love of your life (or so you thought) –Huang Renjun from Psychology, who was also the same age as Haechan himself. In fact, Haechan was a friend whom you and Renjun shared. Even though you had seen Renjun around the college a fair amount of times, you never took any special notice of his existence.

It wasn’t until one night at Haechan’s place, you had seen Renjun standing awkwardly in a corner all by himself, literally embodying the standing-man emoji. You figured that he wasn’t much of a party person, feeling sympathy when your eyes locked with his lost ones. You hesitantly approached him but once you felt comfortable around him, the both of you ditched the party only to find yourself in a McDonald’s drive thru joking and giggling like mad. From that day onwards, you continued growing closer and closer until the day Renjun decided to end your said “friendship” and change it into something more…meaningful.

Haechan was over the moon when he found out that his best friend was dating his other best friend, leaving the both of you in utter shock when you found out that he had a bet with Na Jaemin from Sociology over how you both would make a perfect couple. And not missing the chance, he simply had to make arrangements for the celebration of the grand event as soon as he got time on his hands.

You had been very content with being labelled as Renjun’s girlfriend, proud even. And he could say the same for you. Your mind had created a whole time capsule with his name engraved on it, treasuring even the smallest memory of the moments you spent with him. From dancing together to whatever music was playing in your apartment to sharing secret kisses on the empty streets during rainy nights, he became the most important chapter in the book of your life. Whenever he looked at you with his twinkling, adoration–filled eyes or whenever he showed you that beautiful smile of his, you would fall for him all over again. He made your universe complete, he made you complete. You just couldn’t imagine your life without him, but apparently life could imagine you without him and that’s exactly what it did. 

With the crushing stress of the nearing finals on your shoulders, your irritation took over the best of you. So you decided that, before you hurt someone and had to live with the regret of it for the rest of your life, the safest option was to distance yourself only till the end of the exams which were about two months away. But something in the back of your mind was constantly bothering you – actually, it was worrying you.

Since Renjun had left the city for some upcoming event he had signed himself up for, you hadn’t heard from him for about three months now. You thought you were overthinking the whole situation but for someone who sent good morning / good night texts nearly everyday, you couldn’t help but feel like something awful was about to happen. Nevertheless, biting the unpleasant feeling back, you tried your best not to think about it too much. Ignoring the endless echoing of his name in your head, you continued to distract yourself with your studies. It wasn’t an easy task, but you had to manage.

A few weeks prior to your finals, a usual–midnight–studying session of yours was interrupted when you felt your phone vibrate from somewhere underneath the piled–up notes. Someone was calling. Who could be calling you at midnight? Confused, you searched for your phone. However, when you saw the caller ID, chills ran down your spine along with a feeling of an immediate rush of adrenaline throughout your body – it was Renjun. Nearly throwing off the books resting on your lap, you hurriedly picked the phone up as if a second’s delay would make the communication device disappear from your hands.

“Renjun?”, his name leaves your lips quicker than you could hold yourself back. 

What follows is complete deafening silence, your heart hammering against your chest wanting to escape before your tormenting thoughts come to reality. His timing was odd, but his lack of response was even peculiar. This wasn’t something you were used to. 

“Hey? Where have you been? It’s been really long...” you continued, trying to start up a conversion all while biting your lip in fear.

“Y/n, we need to talk.” 

That was all he said, no ‘hello’, no ‘how are you?’, no ‘I missed you’ – just a cold, hard ‘we need to talk’. His tone was unfamiliar, frigid – a tone which was foreign to you. It didn’t seem like you were talking to Renjun, your boyfriend. No, the person on the other end was just a stranger, someone you had never known. 

You chose to ignore the lump forming in your throat, but you couldn’t avoid the haze taking over your brain. According to all those books and dramas you had read and watched, those five words were never a good omen.

“Is–Is everything alright?” you gulped, mentally cursing at yourself for stuttering. 

You heard Renjun take a deep breath, preparing himself for the storm he was about to stir up. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to gather the courage to tell you something he had been thinking about for a quiet while now. The thought of doing his next step was easier than actually implementing it.

“Look…” His sigh was silent yet it said so much, “I–I don’t think this is working out.”

With his said words hitting you ears, you felt a throbbing pain in your head as everything went blank. Your throat and mouth went completely dry at his unexpected statement. The ground beneath your feet had been pulled away with your knees failing to keep themselves straight. You felt weak, sick even. Everything was happening so fast, so suddenly that your mind was refusing to accept the cruel reality. It wasn’t even making sense, he wasn’t making sense.

“Wh-what–”, that was all you managed to barely whisper. You hoped what you heard was wrong, hoped that the boy wasn't saying what you thought he was.

“I’m sorry y/n…” he broke the agonising silence again, “I think it’s best for the both of us to stop seeing each other.”

“Bu-But why– Wh-where is all of this co-coming from?” Before you knew it, tears were brimming in your eyes, your body felt tense yet weak at the same time. 

“Listen...” he mumbled, trying to end the call as soon as he could, as if he had been forced to break the news to you, “Just. Don’t try to contact me again. Goodbye, y/n.”

The following beeping noise which came from the inside of your phone tortured you as your senses went numb. Your brain wasn’t processing whatever the hell just happened. Thoughts tangled themselves up in your brain, how could he just– leave you like that? Without any explanation, without any reasoning… Did he expect you to just use your imagination? What was this, an open ending book? And why would someone so mindful like Renjun break up with you over a phone call like a coward?

Questions over questions piled themselves up and you tried to call him again and again, but it was of no use. He wasn’t picking up and your texts weren’t delivered because he had blocked you within a span of a few minutes. You sat on the ground defeated, as if the world had stopped spinning for you, as if there was no further purpose in life. 

Where did what go wrong? 

Whatever the reason for his outrageously baffling behaviour was– because of him, the months which followed were living hell for you.

After that miserable night, you completely shut yourself out. You avoided all your friends, even Haechan and his invites which were actually poor attempts to divert your attention once he found out what happened between you and Renjun.

The coming days, your phone blew up with notifications covering your lock screen. They were all from your friends who were worried as to why you weren’t showing up without a reason. It was only Haechan who you cried out to when he came over after calling you about a hundred times. It hurt him seeing you cut ties with everyone, but being completely honest, he would have too because if the similar had happened to him, he wouldn’t want to hang out with the people who would trigger the painful feeling which came along with those gut-wrenching memories. 

But something Haechan couldn’t get his head around was why the fuck would Renjun– someone so genuine and considerate– shatter someone’s heart without any explanation? Haechan never thought of him as someone who would go around playing with another person’s feelings, the type of people Haechan absolutely despised. Renjun was really unpredictable, but he never thought he’d turn out to be such a bastard.

The first month which followed had been the hardest month of your life. Thank to that stupid fucker, you barely passed your finals. And you knew that would happen because after that night, all you did was cry in your bed for hours over hours, repeating all the conversations you had with him over and over again, trying to figure out where everything went wrong. You wanted to scream with everything in you just at the mere thought of his name. You loved him more than you had loved anyone. How could he hurt you like that? 

With the second month’s arrival and after a lot of lecturing by Haechan, you finally stopped neglecting your mental health and decided to focus on yourself. Maybe he was right, maybe you overlooking your health wasn’t worth some idiotic player like Renjun. But even though you were trying to move on, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop thinking about him yet. Every night in bed, when your mind replayed a memory of yours with him, his stupidly pretty face caused tears to well up again. All you wished was for that disgusting feeling to leave you alone.

As the third month approached, you started contacting your friends again, but only the close ones. Since the finals were followed by prolonged holidays, it was a good opportunity for you to try to get him off your mind. Having your girls over for movies and stuff was what you actually needed a lot. Infact, their motivational words about how you were worth more than any man on the planet made you feel great about yourself. The feeling which usually came along with the mention of your ex’s name had slowly started to fade out, you were moving on and that was nice for a change. 

Finally, when the fourth month began, the you which had buried itself deep down came out of the hiding. You began hanging out with your friends more often and even decided to step outside for some sunlight and fresh air. All of this was just compensation for the emotional rollercoaster you rode for the past three months and, as your girls had convinced you, you were deserving of something much better. Thanks to them, you had nearly forgotten who Renjun was, which made them glad as they saw you live your life once again.

The fifth month was when you realised you had completely moved on because when one of your friends accidentally brought up the topic, you were surprisingly unfazed. His name held no meaning to you anymore. And what helped you even more was that you hadn’t seen him in college once it reopened. Everything was back to normal, you were back to normal. Once again, all your focus was on yourself, with a lesson learnt that no matter what happens, you should always be your top priority. 

That’s why when Haechan, as usual, proposed to you the idea of joining another party of his, you gladly accepted his offer. You never thought you would say this, but you actually missed the weirdly–lit rooms of his house accompanied with the sour-sweet smell of liquor filling the air. And besides, it was time to celebrate your freedom, something which you should have done a long time ago. 

On the night of the event, you put extra effort into getting ready. You bombarded all your girls with a variety of outfits to choose from, picking the one which got the most votes. Not only that, but you also spent nearly an hour on your makeup. You wanted to look your best, not for someone – but for yourself, as a reward for staying strong throughout your battle. 

Once you were ready, you scanned yourself in the mirror and looked for every single detail you put into your appearance. This was the first time in a while you had looked this good. Sure, you thought that you were overdoing it a little, but you were positive that you’d make people do a double take once they set their eyes on you. That’s when a stupid thought entered.

Maybe if he saw me toni–

However, the thought left as soon as it came. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. 

No y/n, snap out of it…Do not think about that bastard. You’re better off without him.

A shake of the head was all it took to throw out any absurd ideas. Today was definitely not the day you were going to let your trauma get to you again. 

Even though you tried to maintain your composure, that one little thought shook your confidence to a somewhat extent. In the pit of your stomach, someplace hidden in your brain, deep down in your heart– you felt the uncertain feeling making its comeback.

“Wow…y/n,” Haechan welcomed you with a dazed smile, “You look stunning.”

“Hello to you too, Haechan,” You giggled at your own wits followed by his embarrassed reaction. 

Entering his house, you were greeted by the familiar scene. The whole building was vibrating along with every beat of the song which came out from the blasting speakers. The light was dim, yet you could figure out the silhouettes of all the people you knew. Most of them were on the dance floor hyping each other up , while the others were gathered around the refreshment tables. It also came to your notice that Haechan had installed a whole karaoke booth while you were going through your depressive episode. A lot had changed, still it was all the same. 

“Do you want me to stick around with you?” Haechan said out loud, his voice trying to suppress the blaring loudspeakers. 

“I think I’ll manage” You mimicked his tone.

“You sure?” his hand found its way to your shoulder, just for providing reassurance.

You replied with a nod and a hum which probably went unheard by him. Giving you a thumbs up, he made his way towards the entrance again so that he could greet the other guests who he had invited over. He was sure you’d do fine on your own, that was until he saw the first person who entered through the doorway.

At first he thought he was seeing things, but after staring for a few seconds, he figured that the guy who had just entered was really there. The sight of the boy’s face made Haechan’s blood boil, his brain refusing to function as range took over all his thoughts. Before he could stop himself, he was already storming towards the boy in context. 

“Huang Renjun,” Haechan’s emotions acted faster than his rationality, and he grabbed the other by his collar, shoving him into the wall behind him, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Let me go, Haechan–” Renjun struggled as he tried to slip out of Haechan’s grip, which was a bit too strong, “I’m here to talk.”

“Oh, yeah?” Haechan released his hold with a push, which caused Renjun to nearly fall because of the sudden pressure, “Renjun, I don’t think any of us have time for your stupid games. You think you can play with someone's fucking heart and then disappear only to come back one day just to ‘talk’? You need to fuck off and find some other source of entertainment. I don’t even want to breathe the same air as you after what you did.” 

“Listen, I’m aware that I’ve been an asshole, but-” Renjun’s excuse of an explanation was cut off by Haechan.

“Asshole is an understatement,” Haechan remarked with a click of his tongue and a tilt of his head, his gaze had never been this dangerous. The usually cool and calm Haechan had disappeared, transforming into something which scared the boy in front of him. 

“Haechan, hear me out. I know that I’ve been a complete fucking idiot and I’m not worthy of forgiveness, but I really, really need to see her.” 

“Oh there is no fucking way I am letting you near her.” Haechan let out a bitter chuckle. He couldn’t believe the nerve Renjun had. Unbelievable to him that how, after hiding himself for nearly a year, he was standing in front of him. And not only that, he was also expecting to see someone who ran a lap around hell and back, just because of him, “Have you lost your fucking mind or something? Oh wait– You didn’t even have one to begin with.”

“I beg you Haechan,” Renjun pleaded, “I need to set things right. Why did you think I left her? I was scared. I never once stopped loving her, but when I left I knew I wouldn’t ever be able to make her happy… I knew I wouldn’t be able to give her what she deserved, I knew she’d suffer because of me. And that’s– that’s why before I could hurt her, I thought ending everything would be better for the both of us. Clearly, it was the biggest mistake of my life.” 

Haechan scoffed in disbelief, “Hell yes it was. And what did you think? Breaking up with her would make her feel amazing? Did you think she would do fucking fine? Huang, thanks to you, she completely shut herself out. She cried for days and days, I had never seen her this miserable, you fucking coward. And now that she’s finally moved on, you decide to show up again, make her pathetic again? Get a life Renjun.” 

Renjun’s hand found his way in his hair, a habit of his whenever he felt frustrated, “Haechan please, let me see her. I promise you I won’t hurt her this time. In fact if she wants, I won’t ever come into either of your lives again. I’ll move to another city. But please let me talk to her alone. Just once.”

Looking at him, Haechan saw the sincerity in his eyes. He had known Renjun long enough to know when he was being genuine, when he actually meant what he was saying. Maybe he should let him see y/n once, but what made him hesitate was the thought of y/n’s pitiful breakdown. What if seeing Renjun cut open her hardly–healed wounds again? But in spite of that, she deserved to know the truth… because it seemed like Renjun wasn’t going to leave until he had settled things.

Sorting out his thoughts, he stepped closer. With a finger pointed towards Renjun’s chest, he granted him access. “Fine, I’ll let you see her once. But if you fucking mess this up again…Huang Renjun, I swear I’ll make you regret coming here in the first place.”

Clearing the way for Renjun, Haechan prayed for everything to turn out fine. He was usually optimistic, but what worried him was that they were at his party, and if everything was going with the natural flow, something was bound to take a wrong turn. 

You stood at the refreshment table with a girl called Lee Chaeyoung, who had been complaining about how the other girls in her group had decided to show up wearing outfits completely different then her’s, even though they had decided on a theme. It was nice to talk to new people, though you felt like your social skills had nearly died out. 

“Oh, there they are!” She continued excitedly as she pointed towards a few other girls waving at the both of you, “I’ll get going now. Feel free to join us though!”

You gave her a warm smile before returning to what was displayed on the outstretched table. As you were deciding on what you should try next, you heard a voice you thought you would never get to hear again. 

“Y/n?”

It can’t be…no please no…

You already knew who it was, but you didn’t have the courage to face the owner of the voice.  The nasty feeling was back. Five months of convincing yourself that you had moved on ended up at nothing. All the efforts from you and your friends went to waste. Everything was back at square one. You wished that the ground cracked open and devoured you whole, anything was better than facing the person who was calling you.

“Can we talk?” 

Collecting every single bit of strength remaining in your body, you turned around to meet him face to face. 

You swore you choked on the air you took in. You couldn't see him well, but the way his hair fell gracefully over his forehead, the way his skin shone even in the dark, you knew he was still the same divine boy you had fallen in love with. But the pain he caused you… how could you forget.

“Why are you here Renjun?” The question left your lips stern as it should have been, your eyes never meeting his ones. 

“I need to talk to you, please.” 

His emphasis on the last word was enough to tell you that he was desperate, but all your trust in him had faded away the night he ended things. Why was he back, why was he scarring you again… nearing his heavenly voice made you want to fall on the ground and start crying right on the spot. Just when you thought you were over, he came back to torture you even more than he had before.

“Why should I? After what you did, I never even want to see you again, Huang.” You finally brought yourself to look at him directly in the eyes, noticing how desolation resided in them. Yet, you didn’t want to feel even a drop of empathy for him, he wasn’t worth any of your feelings.

“Y/n, I swear I won’t make it long.” Renjun took a small step closer to you, but you backed away. 

Your action hurt him deeply, making him want to disappear off the surface of the earth. Since the day he broke up, this was the most foolish and shameful he felt. 

“I know you don’t trust me anymore, but you do believe Haechan, right? He said I could talk to you only for a while.” He bit his lower lip, “Look… I know you hate me, you have all the right to. But for heaven’s sake, just listen to me. I’ll leave as soon as I’m done, you have my word. ”

Something which you learned about Renjun over the period you dated was that he really was true to his word. Never once could you remember him breaking a promise. It was true that you had trust issues with him, but if Haechan – who shuddered everytime Renjun was mentioned – had given him permission to see you, it must have been something worth your time. 

After reluctantly agreeing to listen to whatever he had to say, you followed him out of the crowded room. But as you left, you scanned around hoping to find any sign of Haechan, the only person who could save you from this situation, but the boy wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Failing at your terrible attempt at finding Haechan, you only prayed that the moment would come to an end soon, you just weren’t ready to go through another series of a mental breakdown.

“Well? I don’t have all day, Renjun”, you spat once you were in one of the empty rooms of Haechan’s house. 

Although you seemed rigid, all of it was pretend. You were weak once again as his full face came into view. He was as beautiful as ever, maybe even more breathtaking since it had been so long since you last saw him. Even though his charm remained, you could tell he hadn’t been doing well, or so the dark circles under his eyes said. But why was he suffering when it was him who broke up in the first place? Or maybe it was just because of how ‘busy’ his life was, so engaging that he had no time for love, for you.

“I–I don’t know where to begin–” His head hung low, as he fiddled with his fingers.

“You’d better make it quick and not waste my time.” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, looking in any direction but his. 

“I’m just here to say sorry and–” he was yet again, interrupted because his words made you lose your cool. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you snap, finally looking at him whose eyes were still glued to the ground, “You think saying sorry is going to solve everything? You think I’ll forgive you? Renjun please… This isn’t funny. You’ve hurt me before and you’re hurting me again. I don’t want to go through everything I went through again.” 

“No y/n, never. I don’t want to cause you any more pain.” 

An irritated groan escapes your lips at how stupid he sounded, “What do you even know? You were the one who ended everything without any reasoning, Renjun. I’m sure you have many more toys, go play with them instead. Let me live, please”

“I never left you for anyone. Neither did I ever move on.” His eyes met yours at last. 

Renjun felt like his heart was going to explode. Even after trying to avoid you so much, he had to give in. You looked heavenly, even prettier than the photos he kept on looking at for the past months. He was aware that he was maybe the biggest failure in the world to let go of a goddess like the one in front of him. He wanted to disappear into thin air after facing you. Even if he fell to his knees and begged for your forgiveness, he would never be worthy of it. 

“What the fuck.” The sentence slipped out before you could think about it, “Look, I really don’t have time for your ga-” This time, you were the one who got cut off.

“Hear me out, will you?” He took a step closer, making your back hit the wall behind. He was close, way too close. And your stupid heart wasn’t supposed to be beating so fast. 

“I-I was scared of loving you, I was scared of not being enough. And you know what? Haechan was right, you’re right. I am a fucking coward… I put myself before you. If I really did love you, I would’ve tried to devote myself to our relationship, save it from crumbling. But no, instead I decided to chicken out and ended up hurting you, something I was trying to save you from.” 

You knew Renjun was a sensitive, emotional boy but for the first time in your life, you had seen actual tears in his eyes. If the words leaving his mouth and the thoughts which were going on in his head had made him cry, then he really meant them. Fuck your disgustingly soft heart, you swore you would never feel bad for him but seeing him cry made you pity him. Somewhere in your heart, you still felt the same love for him, even if it was the slightest. 

“R-renjun…”

“No y/n. I know no matter how many times I apologise, it is never going to be enough. But since the day I left you, you’ve been the only thought on my mind. Whenever I saw our pictures, your smile set my heart on fire. But everything became worse afterwards, I could hear your laugh echoing around me, I could smell your lingering scent on my clothes, I spent hours thinking about the fucking mess I had created…”

Tears were streaming down his face but it seemed like he took no notice. All he wanted was to win you back, to hold you in his arms once again, to call you his, to make you look at him the way you did before, even if it did seem impossible. But to your surprise, your own eyes were filled with tears. Why? Because that was exactly what you had experienced. 

“And I know we can’t go back to how it was,” he continued to lean in closer, so close that you could see the tear droplets decorating his eyes, “But please, give me one last chance. A last try to prove myself, Ito make everything fine…”

His face was only an inch away from yours as his teary eyes looked into your glossy ones. His hand pressed softly against your cheek, head tilted slightly. The both of you knew where this was headed, and something in you just had to give in to him. Cursing yourself for going with the flow, you felt yourself lean into his touch.

“Because I still love you.” 

The ghost of a gap which stood there was closed by Renjun, replaced by the feeling of his lips pressed against yours. As if on cue, your hands found their way around his neck, fingers tangling themselves in his hair as an attempt to pull him even closer. You were almost shocked at how you were kissing him back in no time, you didn’t know you were this hungry for his touch.

Renjun’s other hand fell to your waist, sealing any space which remained between you. You missed how his lips felt against yours, how his touch would send jolts down your spine. Your lips continued to dance with his, breaking away shortly only to catch your breath. You thought it was going to feel wrong, but seeing the way your body reacted, everything was more than right.

He was back again, with an honest explanation and it seemed like he had learnt his lesson as well. You thought you would never forgive him, but he was determined to set things right between the two of you. Maybe you could let him start things over again, maybe you could give him one last try again. Afterall, everyone deserves a second chance.

“You asshole,” a slightly–dazed smile was painted on your lips as you pulled away, “You’re lucky Haechan isn’t here otherwise he would have snapped your head off.” 

“Thank you, y/n” His forehead rested against yours, eyes closed as he settled in the long–lost feeling “Thank you for trusting me again. I swear I’ll do my best this time, I’ll make us work. I love you so, so much, I’m never letting you go again.” 

“You’d better not, otherwise…” You motioned your thumb sliding horizontally against your neck, receiving a light-hearted laugh from him in reply. His beautiful voice hitting your ears was nostalgia, making you feel fuzzy again. 

“Deal.” He placed a gentle peck on your nose. 

The feeling forming in your gut told you that this time, he wasn’t going to let you down. Perhaps he wasn’t that bad of a human, perhaps all he needed was to face his fears. You figured that he was your first love and you could never be completely over him, even if he had messed with your brain and your heart. You still loved him, and it was good enough to know that he had never stopped loving you either. 

Maybe going to Haechan’s party wasn’t so bad afterall.

Title : Love Once Again || Word count: 5.594K || Genre: MAJOR angst, minor fluff, Lowkey suggestive?|| Pairing: ex! Renjun x Fem!Reader

Tagging : @armysantiny @mosviqu and @koishua

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[jkl-fff]

PLANES PILGRIM or DREAMLORD or ASTRALWALKER AU

Well ... not an Alternate Universe, per se, since the idea is post-canon. But you get what I mean. Anyway!

The basic idea is that Wirt and Greg, after the events of the series, possess and slowly develop certain powers related both to dreams and to alternate planes of existence. Those powers are: the ability to fall asleep at will, to awaken from a normal sleep at will, to enter planes of existence connected to our own (like The Unknown or The Desert or The Final Catarct or The Giant's Skull or The IKEA Eternal or The Starfield of Anorion, etc.) via their dreams, and to enter and manipulate the dreams of others.

To be clear, this is not to say everything that happened in The Unknown was All Just A Dream(TM); that trope is far too facile (and honestly boring) an interpretation for me, and also is not supported by canon. But it is undeniable, especially given how the brothers can reenter The Unknown in dreams in the comics taking place after the show, that The Unknown and the brothers' dreaming are related. Or, rather, they become related. Specifically because of the brothers passing into and then out of The Unknown via near-death experience.

People who can do this are sometimes called "Planes Pilgrims" (or "Pilgrims" for short). But also "Dreamlords" and "Astralwalkers" (also "Walkers" for short) depending on which plane they travel to. Because of their connection to "reality"--the main expanse of the fabric of space-time, of which the others planes are the fraying fringes of that fabric--they also possess the ability to act upon and cause changes to those planes. Otherwise, they tend to remain more-or-less timeless and essentially unchanging, without advancents or progress moving their world forward nor regressions or devolutions dragging it back (The Unknown, for example, if left to itself will always be vaguely and surreally like New England in the early 1800s) (The Beast is dead after the brothers' first misadventure because of their intervention, but otherwise would've always been a part of it).

So they get to explore more weird worlds and have more weird adventures! Yay! Especially as they gain more control over their powers with time, and thus more volition over when and where they'll go. Also who, if anyone, will accompany them. Sara was drawn unintentionally into The Unknown, I believe, by Wirt's desire to share some time with her. Later on, he'll be able to do such things intentionally. (Though accidents will always be a part of it, and "reality" and "surreality" can have a will of their own. It won't ever have a 100% guarantee.)

Upsides of these powers: No more insomnia ever again, and usually no more need for an alarm clock. And there are experiences in worlds beyond imagination!

Downsides: There are experiences in worlds beyond imagination, and that isn't always a pleasant or good thing. Besides, while dying in a dream has no real-world consequence, dying in one of these planes will kill your soul, thus your body will remain unresponsive in a supernatural coma until it eventually perishes. There is genuine danger to the soul, and to the body that can't reawaken as if from a normal, physical sleep.

Lighter uses of these powers: Fun times and new friends (especially since time moves differently, and weeks or months can be lived in the space of a real-world sleep). Or, when entering someone else's dreams, the ability to learn more about them and thus help their psyche. Even reawaken them from a coma.

Darker uses, since any power can be put to a dark use: Forcibly drag someone into another plane to banish them there (thus putting them into a supernatural coma). Torrment someone with nightmares, or spy on them in the most private and vulnerable of position. Good thing Greg and Wirt would never do such a thing, right? Unless ...

Anyway, just an AU idea that's been ricocheting around my head like an old screensaver.

#over the garden wall #otgw #otgw wirt #wirt #greg #alternate universe #dreamlord #astralwalker #planes pilgrim

[darklinaforever]

Media already know that Daemyra is going downhill, we just need to get over it. They're not healthy happy marriage as we want to claim so badly. I still love the ship but i know for what i signed up. They're toxic and what baffled Ryan and Sara is people pretending they're not, this is their major issue but we better get ready cause they're on mission to prove wrong all the shippers about Daemon.

I've already said everything I need to say about Daemyra.

Daemyra in the book, is not a toxic relationship, no matter what you say. That it is incest is not a sufficient argument to say that the original relationship is toxic. It's the adaptation that basically decided to give real toxic traits to the relationship to give the impression of not promoting incest, which is ridiculous. It's literally a different universe, inspired by feudal times, where the family concerned has magical blood. We have to stop the bullshit.

But in itself, I don't understand at all why you say that Daemyra was not a happy marriage as we claim ? Fire and Blood or HOTD, there's no indication that it wasn't a good marriage. They were obviously happy on Dragonstone, everything indicated so.

So I don't really know what you're looking for to come to my tumblr, even though I've already given my opinion plenty of times on Daemyra.

Especially to say that the relationship is toxic, which I denied for Fire and Blood and valid for HOTD. To say that their marriage was not healthy and happy when... well, Fire and Blood doesn't report anything bad about their 10 years together, and what we saw of episode 8 suggests that their 6 years together marriage in HOTD was happy and healthy.

And Sara and Ryan have a stupid complementary opinion regarding the GRRM universe in general. Sara Hess literally defends Aegon II the rapist. Ryan claims there is still hope for the Rhaenyra & Alicent relationship. They give male and female genders to dragons ! Nothing is good with these people. So sorry, but I really don't care if they think Daemyra is toxic. They chose to portray the relationship like that, but that's not how the relationship was originally written.

I will add that I don't care what they do to Daemyra in the series, because the book will always exist. And the show is not the book. Same for Daemon character.

#daemyra #pro daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra #daemon and rhaenyra #daenyra #daemon targaryen #pro daemon targaryen #the rogue prince #rhaenyra targaryen #pro rhaenyra targaryen #the realms delight #the black queen #queen rhaenyra #the dragon queen #the half year queen #team black #team blacks #pro team black #pro team blacks #hotd #anti hotd #anti house of the dragon #house of the dragon #fire and blood #f&b

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

"we didn't mean to kiss. it was never supposed to happen."

Arthur and that oughr. Uh. The guy. The robot dad. The cartoon robot dad DT plays in the show you recommended me. (No I don't know how he can kiss without a mouth that's not important) Or did you have a non cartoon policy? I have written this so i cannot go back and look because mobile and there is cat on my lap so i cannot check laptop. If cartoon is nogo as i am now beginning to suspect it is, i mean. Does DT play any live action robots? I forget. Is there an android tenth or fourteenth doctor copy out there? Surely by now there must be. There are so many david tennants in doctor who. Or just 14 maybe.

You mean his character from Eden? I do have a policy on cartoons, but it's mostly any animal based ones. Also, no one has ever asked for a cartoon so this is a first, haha.

He also played a droid in Star Wars named Huyang (who came to the Jedi temple in a, I'm not kidding, a blue box thousands of years ago, so technically a droid Doctor exists), and I think he was an android in a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles thing, but I never watched it so I don't really know.

Anyway, since I've never written E92 before and I don't think there's any, ANY content of him within the good omens extended universe because no one ever talks about this series, I'm going for it. I'm making him kiss the bartender.

On with the fic!

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It was Earth, that much was clear.

Long occupied with robots, androids only came into being here with the arrival of The Avalon years ago. It had been meant to go to a whole new world while other humans slept for ages back on Earth as it repaired itself.

Now these humans were back, and humans, androids, and robots were living together, trying to make a new life for themselves.

Arthur had been one of the few androids, the most human of them all, to become part of the new Earth. He was still a bartender, as that was all he really knew, but he worked with other androids and robots, helping them learn about humans. He had the most knowledge, he was meant to talk to them, to interact and be part of their lives.

In order to do that, he was given legs to help him move about the robot's old city. It was strange, they were more spider-like than human, but it helped him move about, they would do. He stood out among the other robots and androids, and among the humans.

It was...

He wasn't sure how to put it.

Luckily, he found robots that were kind to him, even if he was different from them. A small group that had learned of humans, who had even raised a child together, a human child. From what the child's 'parents' told him, she was found in a pod as a baby, and they rescued her.

They couldn't leave her to die, even though taking care of a human went against their protocols.

They did a lot of things against their protocols over the years to protect their daughter, and they told him they always would.

A37 was the mother, she was kind and a bit more open to things than her counterpart, E92.

He was the father figure, and the more reserved one, but Arthur had found a kindness in him that was rather human-like. He seemed to have picked that up from his daughter, Sara Grace. E92 had been the one to take him in and help him when he arrived.

He didn't have to do that, but Arthur was grateful for it. He was also grateful for Sara helping to give him legs and for E92 and A37 to get him some sort of work with the other robots instead of just doing things for the humans.

It had been a day of helping both populations with the continuous need to adjust to things, and Arthur felt worn down. He needed to recharge, and found E92 getting ready to do the same after a long day of work in the fields, a job he honestly seemed to enjoy.

"There is only one charging station left." The robot said, voice its usual calm down.

"I am sure we can share it, or we could take turns, depending on battery depletion." Arthur suggestion.

A quick scan indicated that the second option was not ideal, as both were under 20%, and being the advanced systems that they both were, they constantly spent battery power.

"Sharing is better than one of us going into offline mode." E92 offered, gesturing to the pod. "You may enter first."

"I think it's better if you do, I can squeeze in afterwards."

E92 looked at the pod, gave a slight nod with his body, before entering it. Arthur squeezed in, it was tight, but it would work if he wrapped his spider limbs around the other robot's legs. There was some adjusting, but they found a bit of comfort with E92's arms loosely wrapped around Arthur, keeping him close but not too close.

"Will this work for you?" The taller of the two asked.

"I..." Arthur looked him up and down, at the faded paint on the blue and red casing. He had never been this physically close to his friend, how odd that he felt his systems start to overheat, his fans spinning internally. "I think it will do well for the situation."

"Then we shall rest for the night. Good night, Arthur." E92 said quietly, he didn't need to lower his voice, the other robots were already in sleep mode, they would not wake them.

"Good night, E92." He replied just as softly, a hand placed on the other robot. He could feel him powering down, going into sleep mode himself.

But Arthur was awake.

He had been here on Earth for a few months now, adjusting as well as he could here. He was thankful for the few friends he had made here, considering his only other ones were long dead now. He cared about Sara Grace, and A37, along with the other robots from their little family.

But E92 was different. He was someone that Arthur could talk to, spend time with, without having to put on the customer service act in his programming. It was odd, he didn't understand it, didn't know if he could.

But he enjoyed this other robot's company.

He wondered if there was something strange in his programming since coming to Earth, or at least to Eden 3.

Because he was sure it wasn't in his programming or protocol to do what he was doing now.

His lips were pressed to the cool casing in front of him, and he felt his insides running faster, louder, hotter. Arthur blinked twice, and then pulled back.

He didn't mean to kiss him. it was never supposed to happen. It wasn't something robots or androids did.

He tried to put himself into sleep mode, to not think about this. But he was distracted, just for a moment, when those loose arms around him tightened, just a little, bringing him closer to E92.

Best to think about this in the morning.

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Arthur has feelings and doesn't understand what they are. E92 has had much longer to feel human emotions so... >.>

Also, I need to watch this again.

If I had a nickel for every time David Tennant played a character associated with the color blue and strong emotions towards a human alongside a villain played by Neil Patrick Harris, I'd have two nickels.

#good omens extended universe #john's drabbles

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

OKAY I finally found the original post about Angela being Jane Ives and an alternate timeline El so I'm gonna link it here then go over some key points on both sides!

most of the against points are based on the original post by the lovely @/henrysglock, who is definitely the reason I'm considering every angle on this! but a couple are just me.

[This is also within Timeline Theory, there's a few different blogs about this which I'll gladly link if anyone stumbles upon this and needs catching up]

AGAINST:

Angela doesn't have any specific references to timelines, clocks, alternate universes, etc. tied with her that I know of except that she wears a watch, like so many characters do anyways. honestly the fact Angela isn't coated to hell and back in multiverse imagery should count as line, three reasons, because everyone ends relevant is SO heavily coded.

Yes the watch is her inverse version of the timememoryfuckery Sara hairband, but this could simply be to indicate the presence of timememoryfuckery with Sara in the first place.

There are other things her presence could narratively suggest, including foreshadowing for mothergate via Sleepaway Camp [I hope I got that right?] [Side note the fact Edward and El BOTH had to pretend to be someone and that fakeness is represented by Angela for them both is sO juicy]

Literally what is she doing in California if she's a number???

Does she have psionic sensitivity passed down from Terry and if so how did she not recognize El for what she is? (and vice versa- though that can be explained by El's lack of powers)

The reason El and Angela have visual parallels is because El was copying Angela, and the reason they're opposites is because El can never truly become normal like Angela or her Jane persona.

For:

It is very clear that El is not Jane/ El is not the birth daughter of Terry Ives, there's already other posts on this.

the watch is her version of El's hair band from Hopper that belonged to Sara- and isn't there a shitton of timeline/memory fuckery there?

There's little backstory for Angela. it's very clear there is something she is afraid of/something going on that motivates her, but what is it?

^^even for a similar one-season character, Troy, we actually see his mother and learn that he is afraid of losing face and disappointing her or being a victim of bullying

She parallels 002 visually, not exactly a point for or against, but sus as fuck.

Her behavior also resembles 002. She wants to scapegoat El and be the teachers favorite kid just like 002- but what is Angela afraid of? Where did she learn this behavior? every other antagonist has a very clear reason for acting like they do EXCEPT HER. We don't even know who called the police on El for her!

Visual parallels between El and Angela, but Angela is the opposite version because she's from a different timeline!

Why make Angela's outfits parallel Karen and Virginia of she isn't a Creel? [based on the Karen is Virginia theory via @/aemiron-main]

Angela is fixated on Hopper, which I just personally think is giving lab-kid.

Her name is ANGELA for fuck's sake!! Angels in ST have a positive connotation, with Mike being banned after one, with Max singing about one to El (foreshadowing El helping her live) and Victor saying an angel saved him, so WHY would Angela be named that unless there's more to find out? I speculate that this is in relation to Terry's locked-in syndrome, since she asked for Jane to come home, but it could also be in reference to El being an 'angel' via Max.

The whole point of having multiple versions of Henry/Edward is the themes of how a similarly situated person can become a totally different person based on circumstance, how the world/the pressures of society wants to squash people, and those stresses turn out different people, rather than them inherently being one thing from the get-go. in the case of Henward, every version of them has thus been shrouded in mystery, but Angela is super clearly there existing so the show could use her as a very clear/consise easy of initially delivering that theme along with peeling back several hundred layers of henward bullshit. what could hammer home the "nobody is inherently evil or fundamentally good" theme than showing everyone a universally hated girlbitch with a kill count of zero and a rage-and-sorrow filled mostergirl with the soul of a puppy and the personality of a saint and forcing them both to face how similar they really are? I phrased this super badly but basically they're built to prove a point and it would be so badass if the writers pulled this off.

A while truckload of stuff with her hair color that already has a few posts on it [mostly also courtesy of @/henrysglock I believe ] [including some on how it works with the timeline stuff in general and some about El and Jane specifically]

I honestly give this theory a 50/50 chance since it isn't a specific plotline or lore, but rather a possibility within a likely lore theory, if that makes sense. Like if ANY variation of Angela being Terry's daughter or a lab kid or an alt El or anything similar would count to me, I'm just looking at many possibilities that I think coexist. The one thing I know for sure is that she's more important than she's letting on, so more than anything I'm open to the theory changing if I find out another compelling reason why Angela is important. I am super curious because I think her and El's relationship as foils is sO fascinating as well as having more potential.

#angela is jane #angela ives #timeline theory #stranger things #angela stranger things #el hopper #song says a smart thing

[heckheckmofo]

Chapter 1 - Beyond the Veil

This is my first fanfic here so comments and such are appreciated! Will be updating at least weekly, depends on my schedule.

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The first five years of my life were uneventful, spent in the lazy summer heat of Brazil where my parents were researchers. My days consisted of a mix homeschool, attending the local village school, and exploring the vast forest. 

            At school I quickly learned to not talk about the creatures that prowled the forest to the others too much. It made them uneasy and believe that I was making fun of the spirits of the forest. So, I stopped talking about them to my peers. For years I tried to figure out what was spirit and what was not, sometimes slipping up. Despite this, I was able to make friends and learn the language with unnatural ease.  

            Then, my younger brother was born. He was cherub faced and had a cry that spooked everything within a ten kilometer radius. But he soon became the center of my world. He could see the things I could and soon we bonded over chasing the creatures and finding ways to trap them.              These years marked the time our parents spent more and more of their day in the dense forest, often leaving for weeks at a time. We were left in the hands of the village where Sara was mainly in charge of taking care of us. She too could see the spirits, but not all the time. She taught us to cook and mend our clothes and how to spot caiman in the water. 

            Maybe we would have missed our parents more if other kids weren’t in the same situation. Other parents would leave the village for the season to find work in the city and bring those earnings back. That is what got us the water well and patched the roofs. All of us were together and for a time I couldn’t wish for anything more.

            But this time couldn’t last forever.

            I was 19 and my brother just 11 when our parents went out one night and only our mom came back. She was distraught and crying and all she said to me was that she had to go back. That I needed to take care of my brother. Then with her forehead pressed against mine she released all of her memories onto me, tying our consciousness together.

            When she was killed a few days later I watched it play out in parallel with the moment I was experiencing. Then the thread connecting us snapped and I knew she was gone. 

            We stayed in the village for another year, letting my younger brother cope with the grief he was experiencing. I shared some memories, letting him know what we were and the risks associated. We left the forest and bounced around for a while, using the money our parents left behind as a cushion. They had been involved in research on cursed spirits, leaving behind a hefty sum from an unknown benefactor. I started training, honing my body and abilities in secret lest my brother see. 

            I gave him the choice to have a normal life and he took it. At 17 he entered a prestigious university in the states and lived fairly normally, the cursed spirits somewhat less in the region. I made sure he knew how to protect himself and then I went back to kill the monster that killed our parents.

            That’s where I got caught up in sorcery politics I didn’t even know existed.

The seamstress pulls a measuring tape tightly around me, taking quick and precise measurements under the watchful eye of the Gojo clan matriarch. 

Gojo Aimi, Gojo Satoru’s grandmother, is a cold and calculating woman, her blue eyes hold an intensity different than her grandson’s. She is dressed in an ornate blue kimono with flowers delicately embroidered on the fabric. The woman is the picture of feminine elegance expected of ancient brides. Her generation never seemed to get out of the 19thcentury.

Though she does not possess the six eyes, I know she is still a competent sorceress in her own right with reserves of cursed energy that rival second grade or semi-first grade sorcerers. But I doubt she has ever been on the field.

I’ve been forced to stand on this dais for hours now, with the old woman ordering the seamstress around, making adjustments and color matches. 

This whole time she has not said more than a dozen words to me. I know I am not what she wants for her grandson but it is not as if I had much of a choice in the matter. The higher ups made a demand that neither of us could go against for one reason or another. 

I don’t know Satoru’s reason but I know mine well enough to know I could never risk going against them. They made their threats clear. Its either marry the Gojo heir or my younger brother dies.

So I don’t say anything as I am poked and prodded and being treated like a brood mare. 

Gojo Aimi just stares at me in disdain, having already made her sentiments clear when the engagement was announced. 

“You expect me to be happy you force my grandson’s hand and sully the Gojo line?”

She was definitely a real gem.

She breaks the silence, “Do you have no opinions at all, girl?”

Girl. She says it as if I was a teenager and not a 27-year-old woman.

“No.”

She scoffs, “You also have no respect for your elders.”

I glance at her, “Not for those that don’t respect me.”

“You cannot fault me,” She takes a breath, “No one wants to see their grandson forced into a marriage. I thought he would have the freedom to choose unlike his predecessors.”

I look at her, truly look at her for the first time. She is old fashioned and strict but she loves her grandson more than anything. Even if her expectations for his future partner are unreasonably high.

“I do not like being forced either.”

She waves away the seamstress and nods, “Then perhaps we can find a way to prevent this from happening. I don’t take joy from a girl being forced to marry.”

There she goes again, girl, but this time its tinged with a hint of sorrow. Maybe she doesn’t hate me now, but she will soon enough.

“I can’t help you dissolve this engagement.”

She narrows her eyes and stares deeply at me, “Is that not what you want?”

“What I want,” I say, stepping towards her short frame, “is for my brother to remain alive.”

There is no point in hiding it from her, she knows exactly what they hold over my head. 

“What if I could guarantee his safety?”

I scoff, “If you could I wouldn’t be here.”

She thinks for a minute, “I will work on prolonging the engagement for now.”

“Thank you.” I mean it, she hasn’t warmed up to me but now I know she isn’t a complete puppet for the higher ups. Though I suspect none of the Gojo clan are. 

I wonder what they could possibly be holding over Gojo Satoru to have him eating from the palm of his hand.

            Aimi spent a few more hours dictating instructions to the seamstress and stylists. Eventually she had me outfitted in a red and pink kimono decorated with camellias. 

            The flowers are meant to represent love or maybe noble death, I wonder which meaning she had in mind when she chose this. 

            Now, we are sitting in a beautiful, traditional lodge nestled in the outskirts of Tokyo. I am placed on one of the pair of cushions in the center of the room. The room is already filled with a half dozen old sorcerers at the front, facing the pair of cushions. Lining the room are other cushions for observers, Gojo Aimi sits behind the cushion meant for Gojo Satoru. 

            The minutes tick by and everyone sits in silence. Maybe the heir won’t appear?

            As twenty minutes pass by, a few people exit the room to try and contact him. Another twenty pass by before everyone rushes back to their seat. 

Soon an attendant lets in a tall man dressed in a blue kimono with dragonfly embroidery. His eyes are covered by a black pair of sunglasses and his white hair glistens in the light. He saunters in casually, not bothering to sit down.

“Oh, so you were serious about this?” His voice is disinterested.

The old man with sunken eyes and gray hair huffs, “Good to see you join us Satoru.”

Another clears his throat, “We made ourselves clear already.”

Satoru pulls his glasses down, looking at the elders with eyes so blue they seem to glow. “Is this really what you are choosing now?” 

The one with sunken eyes stares at him, “Of course. You marry her and you get to appoint the head of the Jujutsu council after the terms have been met.”

Satoru arches a brow, “Are you willing to swear a cursed vow for this?”

“Of course,” cursed energy illuminates the room, “there is no trickery in the contract. Abide by the rules and I swear you will get to choose the next head of the organization once the terms are met.”

Dense cursed energy covers the room as the two men agree, neither bothering to glance at me to see if this is what I want. Everything is over in less than five minutes without so much as a fuss from anyone in attendance. They both have things to gain in this arrangement, yet I have everything to lose.

I clench my fists willing myself not to decimate this place like I know I could. Satoru only spares me a glance as he saunters out of the building leaving me behind with the woman who is about to be my grandmother as well.

#jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #satoru gojo

[blvejeanbaby]

Sticky Tattoos | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x afab!reader Summary: JK is a horny menace and reader is no better Word count: 6k Warnings: alcohol use + drinking games, swearing, mentions of mental health, implied cheating, suggestive

"Should I talk to him tonight?" You applied another coat of pink lipgloss, even though the light shade was barely visible. You thought it fit your outfit; a completely baby pink outfit as the theme of tonight was rainbow. Each of your girl friends had picked a different colour, while the boys were supposed to show up in black and white. It started out as a joke - the girls not showing up in the black and white theme. You had considered telling the boys to just show up in whatever, but with black and white the theme was truly limited, and as time grew, you couldn't help but imagine how Jungkook would look. And you hated yourself for suddenly only thinking of him.

You had known Jungkook for years now, as you ran in the same circles and shared a friend group. Somewhere along the line you started developing feelings for him, which you pushed away around the time you graduated high school and started attending different universities. Now, it had been about a year since you had seen him and about half a year since your talking stage came to an end. Without even so much as a date to make up for the months you spent wasting time on him. Although you didn't exactly regard it as time wasted... Not when he was going to be here tonight and, finally, you could talk to him.

"About... you two?" Your best friend, Bitna, looked at you with a thoughtful expression on her face. "I don't think you should. It's been months at this point. And if he really is dating that girl..."

You pursed your lips at the mention of her. She was a recent development. In fact, you hadn't even known of the girl's existence until a week ago, when Jungkook suddenly shared an Instagram story with her. You had, of course, looked her up afterward and determined her name to be Somin. She had a private account so you couldn't see more than her profile picture - a photo of what had to be Somin herself, with strawberry red hair, posing with a peace sign, her face concealed behind a mask. "We'll find out tonight, I guess," you said. If Jungkook and Somin really were dating... You could kiss your chances goodbye. Your heart felt crushed at the prospect.

"Y/N, Bitna, are you two helping with the decorations or not?" Your third friend, Hyewon, whose house tonight's party was at, was looking at the two of you with an exasperated expression on her face. Only 15 minutes until her birthday party would officially begin and there were no decorations up yet. You had spent all of your time getting ready and absolutely none getting the house ready.

"Of course." You jumped up, happy to be freed of the conversation about Jungkook and Somin for a moment. As Hyewon got ready, putting the finishing touches to her makeup, you and Bitna struggled with the lines of colourful birthday flags and the two balloons - a 2 and a 4 - indicating Hyewon's age. The final step was to set the table for beerpong and the smaller table, by the couch, with snacks. By the time you all were ready, the first guests started arriving, precisely on time.

Not everyone was on time, of course. Namjoon was, since he always miscalculated cycling times and ended up being five to ten minutes early for every single meet-up. Olivia was, because she lived in the same apartment complex as Hyewon and had promised to be there as soon as she had got ready after work. After that, the stream of people died down until Hoseok and Jin showed up together at 10:15 PM. Then, Hoyeon and Nani entered at 10:45. At 10:50, Sara, Yoongi and Jimin arrived, followed by Taehyung at 11:00. All of the boys looked betrayed at finding none of the girls wearing black and white, but instead wearing full colour.

You were, meanwhile, getting more and more nervous by the minute. The joke with the outfits barely mattered anymore. Instead, you watched the time tick by on the screen of your phone, anxiously waiting for the moment Jungkook would arrive. He was rarely ever late, but today he had boxing practice that ran until 9:30, so it was unsurprising that he hadn't shown up yet. But then, finally, the doorbell rang. Hyewon, excited that the last person had finally arrived, jumped up and ran to the door to answer. Her front door was shielded from the living room by her long hallway, so you couldn't see who was there. But you heard every agonizingly slow step Hyewon and Jungkook took as they crossed the hallway and -

The air was knocked out of you. Jungkook had never looked more beautiful than he did that day. He wore a simple black T-shirt and jeans, but the short sleeves perfectly exposed his skin, a little tanned from the change of the seasons, covered by tattoos both coloured and black and white. His hair was messy from the summer wind outside. God, how you wished that he wasn't actually dating Somin.

"Y/N, your turn!" Olivia had moved a phone across the table. Shaken up, you focused your attention back on the game. You were playing Boomit, a party game where you had to pass the phone to the person at the table who was the most likely to do or be a certain thing. The phone would tick like a time bomb and explode at a random moment, making you drink a few sips from your drink or have to complete a challenge.

You quickly read the text on the screen out loud: "Most likely to fall in love with someone in this room." Your heart thumped louder. The universe was playing games with you, you were sure of it. "Bitna." You shoved the phone across the table at Bitna, who coloured beet red at being handed the phone like that. Her crush on Yoongi would certainly not be exposed just by this, unless she messed up now. It was just a silly game.

Luckily, Bitna quickly read the next question out loud, leaving no one enough time to ponder over the question and your answer. "Most likely to get drunk and pee on themselves." This time, the phone was passed to Sara, who turned red as she tried to explain how it wasn't true.

You looked up again, eyes scanning over the rest of the room. Taehyung and Hoyeon had taken station on the couch, where they were drinking red wine and catching up. Yoongi was scanning through Hyewon's record collection, where she had left him before answering the door for Jungkook. Where did he go?

Your eyes finally found him standing in the kitchen, where Hyewon was pouring him a drink. He stood casually leaned against the fridge, his eyes scanning the room as well. You couldn't prevent what happened next. Your eyes met. Jungkook smiled. You forced a smile back and focused your attention back on Boomit. The phone was passed to Hoseok for being the most likely to brush their teeth with someone else's toothbrush and - he had to complete a challenge as the bomb exploded.

While the others were coming up with a challenge for Hoseok, your attention reverted back to the kitchen. Jungkook was still standing there, smirk evident on his face as he spoke to Hyewon, head bobbing to the music playing in the background. Finally, Hoseok was dared to show the players his most recent message - one to Jin to let him know he was outside his apartment. It was not the exciting text everyone had been craving for, but Hoseok had completed the challenge and so the game continued.

You played until the round was over, but didn't join for a second, excusing yourself to get a new drink instead. Hyewon had re-joined Yoongi at her record player and Jungkook had taken up a space by Taehyung and Hoyeon on the couch. You walked into the kitchen, where the temperature was significantly lower than in the room. You pressed your warm hands against your cheeks. Get it together, Y/N! You have no confirmation on whether Jungkook and Somin are actually dating or not and this is still Hyewon's birthday. You're supposed to be having fun and not to be thinking about how good Jungkook would look naked.

You said all of that to yourself before you poured yourself a mixed alcoholic drink and went back into Hyewon's livingroom. The clock was creeping closer and closer to midnight. Hyewon was about to turn 24...

Instead of seating yourself at the table to continue playing Boomit, you joined Taehyung, Hoyeon and Jungkook on the couch. "...was so sweet. So now I'm thinking of getting it altered a bit. Here." She pulled up her shirt to rest just underneath her boobs, so she could show off her rib tattoo to the boys. It was a dragon, its tail meandering, its wings folded up against its body.

"Wow," Taehyung said, nodding appreciatively as he stared at Hoyeon's tattoo. "I don't think I could ever get a tattoo." He tore his eyes away from the delicate skin and started playing with the rim of his wine glass.

"Because of the pain?" you asked.

Taehyung shrugged. "That. And it's so permanent."

"I'm mostly scared of the pain," you said, thinking of your endless Pinterest board that included all of the tattoo designs you had thought of immortalizing on your body. It was so tempting to book an appointment and get something tattooed, but the thought of the pain always held you back.

"It depends on the placement," Jungkook said. "Some places don't hurt at all." He pointed at the eye on his arm. "This one didn't hurt at all. But the ones here..." He twisted his arm around to show his finger tattoos. "They hurt like a motherfucker."

"Mine hurt too," Hoyeon offered, ripping your eyes away from Jungkook's tattoo. You had allowed your eyes to wander over the designs a lot already. You were sure that, if you were to have more time, there would always be a new detail to admire. "But it's definitely the placement. And you want a tiny tattoo, right?"

You nodded. Having already shared your ideas with her, since she was the only one out of your friend group besides Jungkook who had tattoos, Hoyeon knew exactly the type of designs you were interested in.

"What kind?" Jungkook asked.

"I'll show you!" Excitedly, you grabbed your phone from your pocket and pulled up your Pinterest board, creatively named 'tattoos'. You scrolled through it, showing him all the drawings of flowers, stars and constellations that you had thought of tattooing on your skin. Until, at the very bottom, there was another one... It was a combination of everything you liked, a depiction of a woman with horns holding a sword, resembling the ox and the taurus - your zodiac signs - and what you imagined was your fighter spirit.

"Where would you place that?" Jungkook asked, pointing at the bottom addition to your Pinterest board.

"I-I don't think I want that on my body." You locked your screen. Taehyung and Hoyeon had already checked out of the conversation, had moved onto something a bit more philosophical. Something about the immortality of art when put out into the universe, unless it came down to tattoos, that weren't so permanent as one might think.

"You don't?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow, his pierced one. God, he looked better than ever.

You shook your head. "Like I said, the pain... And I don't know what a good placement would be. Not on my arm, ilke the examples..."

"How about here?" You jumped as his fingertips suddenly touched the naked skin of your thigh. You felt goosebumps rise up on the skin of your arms. You quickly rubbed them, hoping to be inconspicuous with it, but probably failing.

"I don't know about that," you said, hoping your voice didn't sound too shaky. What suddenly possessed this man? You were sure he couldn't be dating Somin. Why would he touch you like that if he were? He had never touched you like that... Even during your talking stage, he hadn't implied that he had wanted to do anything to you, anything sexually that is. Not that this touch was sexual... Geez, you needed to touch some grass.

"It would look really good on you," he said. Did you imagine Jungkook licking his lips?

You sat up a little straighter. "Oh, would you look at the time!" you said. "Hoyeon, come on. We need to prepare Hyewon's surprise." You jumped up, pulling Hoyeon away from her philosophical conversation with Taehyung and into the kitchen. She eyed you strangely, but you didn't allow her time to ask anything. Instead, you took Hyewon's cake out of the fridge and started putting the candles on them. Not 24 small candles, but two digits for her to blow out.

As you were busy with the preparations, Jin entered the kitchen for a new beer. Hoyeon immediately pounced on him: "Can you tell Bitna to gather everyone at the big table? Including Hyewon."

"Sure." Jin nodded and, with a new bottle of beer in his hands, disappeared back into the living room. Suddenly, the Drake song on the speakers was changed into a rendition of Happy Birthday.

This was your cue. Hoyeon lit the candles on the cake and you had the honours of carrying it into the livingroom and placing it on the table in front of Hyewon. You all sang Happy Birthday to her and she blew out the candles, accompanied with loud cheers and whoops.

"What did you wish for?" Jimin, seated to her left, asked.

"If I say it out loud, it won't come true!" Hyewon's eyes shone, the little lights of fun. Your smile widened, temporarily forgetting Jungkook and his possible girlfriend, as well as his move with touching your leg the way he had. Instead, your full attention was on Hyewon and making sure she was having the best birthday of her life up until now. You'd definitely try to make next year's even better, but for now... This had to be her night.

"Time for presents!" Bitna clapped her hands excitedly. Everyone started pulling out gifts left and right.

It took about twenty minutes for Hyewon to unwrap every single present and thank the person they were from. There were cards for her to read and a cake for Bitna to slice. Everyone had a perfectly cut slice, after which the birthday playlist was switched back to the general party playlist. A new Doja Cat song started playing and everyone was, again, split up into their own groups.

You were with Olivia and Bitna in the kitchen, giggling and mixing cocktails, when suddenly Hyewon and Jungkook entered the kitchen, Jimin following close behind. "Can I pick first?" The latter asked, hurrying to keep up with them.

"Sure." Hyewon presented something to him, something that looked like a sheet of paper.

You made room for them at the kitchen sink as you poured the last of the cocktail into Bitna's glass. "There you go." You handed the girl the cocktail and clanked glasses with her and Olivia. After congratulating each other on a delicious cocktail, you turned back to Hyewon and the boys at the sink. Hyewon was now sticking the paper onto the skin of Jimin's wrist and she looked more like an elementary school teacher than you had ever seen her look at her actual teaching job. The way she gently held his wrist and pressed the wet rag onto the paper on Jimin's wrist...

That's when you realised Jungkook was still in the room. He stood just behind Hyewon, eyes trained on you instead of on Hyewon and Jimin. You gulped, hiding behind your cocktail. What was he thinking of, looking at you like that? His eyes were unreadable.

"Your turn!" Hyewon spun, the full sheet of paper in her hands again, toward Jungkook. "Which one do you want?"

He turned his gaze away from you to look at the sheet. Only then did you notice what it was they were doing. They were applying stick-on tattoos.

Jimin peeled the wet rag away from his skin to reveal the perfect imprint of a rose on his skin. "Wow, it turned out so pretty, Hyewon!" He excitedly showed his wrist to you. "Didn't it, Y/N?"

"Hm-hm!" You nodded, moving a little bit closer. "Do you have others, Hyewon?"

"Of course." She pulled up a second sheet of paper, one that didn't have flowers on it, but something closer to Hoyeon's dragon tattoo. And then Hyewon held out a third sheet of paper and you gasped. It wasn't exactly the tattoo you had shown Jungkook, but it came close... "Do you want one?" Your eyes flicked to Jungkook. Was this his idea?

"I don't know yet," you said, grabbing all three sheets from Hyewon. Jungkook had chosen his and was now wetting the discarded rag again to undergo his own sticky tattoo. He wanted his on the bare skin of his neck, only just obscured by a few strands of hair. Hyewon was really gentle with him, too, moving his hair up, away from the rag, so that it wouldn't get wet.

This was too random a thing for Hyewon to pull out, especially when only an hour ago you had been chatting to Jungkook about the kind of tattoo you were thinking of getting. This was no accident, you thought, as you started carefully cutting out the tattoo you wanted. Not the one of the lady, but a smaller one, of a rose.

You were fully expecting Hyewon to be the one to put the tattoo on you, but as soon as she had completed Jungkook's, she was called away by Namjoon, Nani and Hoseok to play beerpong, leaving you with Jimin and Jungkook. The first, however, was too busy playing around on his phone to notice you were ready to get tattooed now, leaving you with Jungkook. You gritted your teeth. This wasn't really happening right now.

"Where do you want it?" Jungkook asked, a smirk on his face. Of course there was.

"Behind my ear." You indicated the spot behind your left ear with shaking fingers.

"Move your hair for me, okay?"

You nodded, doing as he said. With your back turned to him, it was difficult to predict his actions. You heard the water of the faucet run, indicating he was wetting the rag... And then there was nothing, until you felt wet fingers move your hair to the side, apply the piece of paper and then... There was wetness from the rag seeping down your neck, cold droplets that made you shiver. No, it wasn't Jungkook's touch that made you feel like that.

You were both suspiciously quiet as he pressed the rag against the soft spot behind your ear. You had seen celebrities get tattoos there - Rihanna, Ariana Grande... If only getting actual needle tattoos was as painless as this...

"Any others you want?" Jungkook asked as he slowly moved the rag away from your skin.

"Uh..." Did you want the other one too? Did you want him that close to you? That wasn't such a hard question to answer, actually. You wanted him so much closer. And this was... not dangerous, was it?

"Think about it. I want another." He put the rag on the counter top and selected another tattoo.

It was your turn to touch him now. Gosh, you felt like a school girl. You turned to the faucet to wet the rag again, while Jungkook cut out the tattoo he wanted. When you stood in front of him, ready to tattoo him up, he pulled up his shirt to reveal his perfectly toned stomach. "I want it here." He pointed at the skin stretching over his hip bone. Fuck. Act normal.

"Okay." You nodded, grabbed the paper and the rag and pressed both against the spot he had indicated. You felt your heart flutter, but pushed the feeling down. You still didn't know if he and Somin were dating... You were determined to find out tonight. You needed to know... This was dangerous.

"You know," Jungkook said, his stomach moving as he spoke. It made your hands slip on his skin. "I'm thinking of getting a tattoo there."

"Oh yeah? What design?" You hoped your voice didn't sound as though you were struggling for your life. You hoped you sounded casual, normal.

Jungkook shrugged, and again, your hands slipped because of the movement of his body. Unconsciously, you stuck out your free hand to grip his side, keeping him in place. Jimin, still in the kitchen with you, still on his phone, was completely forgotten. "Maybe swallows. Or bay leaves. On both sides."

Okay and now what were you supposed to answer? Your mental picture of what it could look like was breathtaking. You didn't think you would survive seeing the real thing. "Nice," you said. "Any meaning behind it?"

"Not all tattoos have to have meaning."

"I suppose not." Was this fucking tattoo done now? You pulled the hand around his waist away and lifted both the rag and the paper. The print of the tattoo was near perfect.

"Have you decided?" Jungkook asked.

"On what?"

"If you want another."

Another one of the sticky tattoos. You decided that there was nothing wrong with applying another. He wouldn't be doing all of this, teasing you, if he was dating Somin, would he? If he didn't like you...? And so you nodded. "I want this one." You pointed at the lady with the sword.

"Where?" Jungkook hid his smirk by turning his face from you, wetting the rag over the sink. But you watched his features change and knew what he was hoping you would say.

"My thigh."

Jungkook's smirk stayed hidden, but he turned around and kneeled down in front of you. The sight alone was enough to make your heart beat faster and a certain spark to shoot to your core. You watched, bottom lip in between your teeth, as he applied the sticky tattoo to your outer thigh, pressing the wet rag against the paper. And then - you audibly gasped - he put his other hand against your inner thigh. His gaze stayed fixed on his hands for a moment, until it traveled up and up...

When your eyes met, you felt your heart increase speed. Everything about the look on his face was demonic.

He knew what he was doing.

It took forever. That one look lasted an eternity. "I think it's done," you said, giving yourself a pat on the back for not sounding nervous or... horny.

"Hm." Jungkook pretended to peek below the rag. You knew he was pretending, because he barely lifted it away from your skin enough to see the paper below. "It needs another minute." His finger tips tickled your inner thigh. It felt... delicious.

Your hand grasped his shoulder, willing him with that touch to stop, take the rag away and pretend it didn't happen. But there was no pretending. And you didn't say anything, didn't object, didn't protest. Because you really didn't want to.

"Woah!" There was only one person who sounded like that. You painfully tore your eyes away from Jungkook to look at Bitna, who had just entered the kitchen with Nani and Yoongi following close behind. "Jimin, what's going on here?"

Jimin looked up from his phone, the troubled expression on his face disappearing immediately. As he joked with Bitna about you and Jungkook's position, you glanced down at Jungkook again. The hand on your inner thigh had slipped away. He lifted the rag and peeled off the tattoo paper, revealing the lady with the sword to the world. "There you go," he said, getting up. "What do you think?"

You stared at the tattoo thoughtlessly. It could have looked horrible, but all you said was: "Nice."

Jungkook smiled at you before so casually walking away that you had to grip the edge of the sink not to fall over from the whiplash. He was off, with his dangerous smirk and a beer, to act as though nothing had just happened. He pushed past Yoongi, who was blocking the doorway to the living room. Yoongi gave him a pat on the shoulder, as if to congratulate him. You acted as though you didn't see it.

Bitna and Nani immediately rushed over, both girls wanting to know everything. With heated cheeks you tried to explain it was just Hyewon's sticky tattoos. But Bitna knew better and Nani, from the looks of it, did too. "Well," Bitna eventually said, "keep in mind what we talked about earlier tonight."

Somin. You remembered. How could you forget?

"I know," you said, grabbing your drink and entering the living room. You didn't allow yourself to look at Jungkook, who had joined Namjoon, Hyewon and Hoseok at the beerpong table. Instead, you went over to sit with Sara, Olivia and Jin, who were talking about nothing. It felt good to join in on a conversation you didn't have to use all of your brain power for to understand. You glanced over at Hoyeon and Taehyung, still at their spots on the couch. Would they hook up tonight? Or were they just the best of friends, lost in their own world?

You sipped your drink, allowing yourself to glance over at Jungkook. He was celebrating a win with Hoseok. How could he be so casual about all of this? Especially if he was dating Somin... Ugh, you could still feel the tingling sensation of his finger tips on the places where he touched you, the weight of his hands on your body.

You gulped down your drink. Tonight was about having fun and about Hyewon having the best birthday ever. You knew that you shouldn't let it be ruined by Jungkook, however much you liked him. However much you craved to have successfully made it through the talking stage with him. To be the girl he was soft launching on Instagram stories...

"I'm going to get another one," you said, waving your cup through the air as an excuse to leave the conversation with Sara, Olivia and Jin. The others were still in the kitchen. You wanted to grab Bitna and have her calm you down, have her make it possible for you to go back inside and pretend like whatever Jungkook's plans were, were not having an effect on you at all. But Yoongi and Nani and Jimin would think there was more to it and you didn't want to give any of his closer friends the satisfaction of blabbing something like this to Jungkook. And so you allowed Yoongi to mix a drink for you and joined in on their conversation about crypto. Typical.

The longer you were separated from Jungkook - not just in terms of conversational partners, but also not being able to see him - the more relaxed you felt and the more fun you were having. In an attempt of Nani's to get you back into the spirits, you had taken two shots with her. Yoongi's drink mixing was ridiculous, leaving you with a cup filled 3/4 with alcohol and 1/4 with soda instead of the other way around and slowly but surely you were feeling like you were floating. You liked this state of mind, where both Jungkook and Somin were not on your mind and you could truly let go.

That is, until you went inside of the livingroom to sit down and rest your feet for a second and you noticed that Hoyeon and Taehyung had vacated it and, instead, Jungkook was sitting there with Hyewon. You joined them, already hating your choice to sit.

"...do you speak English with her?" you overheard Hyewon asking.

Jungkook shrugged. "Her Korean isn't that good after so many years abroad, so..."

Hyewon nodded, playing with her hair as she thought of another question to ask. "She lived in America, right?"

"California," he said. His eyes flicked over to you for a second, before falling back on Hyewon's face. "She's here to care for a grandma or something."

"So, Somin will be going back?"

Jungkook nodded. "As soon as her grandmother's better."

"And you're getting serious?" Hyewon was asking all of the questions that had been haunting your mind ever since the first Instagram stories started popping up. You gnawed at your lip, watching Jungkook's face as he spoke.

He shrugged. A non-committal answer.

"Did you know this?" This question was not directed at Jungkook, but at you.

Your eyes widened in surprise about being addressed. "About Somin? No." You didn't look at Hyewon as you spoke, but at Jungkook instead. He had never had any obligation to tell you about Somin before, but he also had no right to touch you the way he had, twice now, if he was getting serious with someone else. You bowed closer to Jungkook, shutting Hyewon out, and added: "I hope you're happy with her." You didn't say it viciously, hadn't mean it that way either.

Jungkook looked more than taken aback. He also didn't seem to know what to say. Good.

You stood up, even though your feet were still hurting, and left the livingroom. You didn't leave for the kitchen, no, you left for the hallway. Halfway through putting on your shoes, you gulped down the remainder of your drink. God, it was strong. Where did Yoongi learn how to make such bad mixed drinks? Definitely not from the times he was still a bartender. He would get fired on the spot if he was a bartender at your bar.

You pushed open the front door and was already out into the apartment complex' corridor when you were stopped. "You're not going out there alone."

Jungkook. It wasn't just his voice that you recognized, but also the strong grip around your wrist.

"Why not?" You turned around, pulling your wrist out of his hand in the process.

"Because you're drunk. You can barely stand up straight."

You put your hands on your waist. You felt 7 years old. "I can do whatever I want, Jungkook. Lord knows you have done the same."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he nearly growled. The fun, electrically charged atmosphere that had existed between you two while putting on the tattoos, had completely dissipated. He was angry. Why would he be angry with you? You were the one that should be angry at him for moving on!

"You know what it means." You took a step backwards, pulling away further from his reach and further into the corridor. "I'm going for some air. Alone." You turned around and stomped away in the direction of the small outside balcony on the side of the building. It was meant for smokers and was decorated with plants and picknick benches. You passed all of them until you were at the very edge of the building, where a tall barrier separated you from certain death. If you were to fall down from this height... But even you in your drunken state wouldn't be able to get over that barrier without significant effort.

You heard the door of the balcony slam shut behind you. You didn't need to turn to know who had put on their shoes and followed you out. Even if you had hoped for a kinder soul, like Bitna. But instead a male presence joined you at the barrier. "You don't have the right to be angry with me about her," Jungkook said, not wasting any time in getting to the point.

"I have every right," you said.

"No, you don't. You were the one that basically ghosted me, might I remind you?"

"A lot happened," you growled. You didn't want to think of your declined mental state, not right now. You had been in a happy, giddy mood, until Hyewon fired all of those questions at Jungkook and you overheard all of his answers. "And you never reached out to me, either. Love and communication comes from both ways."

"Love?" You could almost hear in his voice how Jungkook raised his eyebrow. The pierced one, probably.

You scoffed. There was no part of you that would admit that you had used that word to describe what there was between the two of you. Of course there was love, the type the ancient Greek would probably call philia, friend love. But was there eros? "I didn't mean it like that."

"I think you did," Jungkook said. His stubborn attitude was annoying you.

"Why did you do that?" you asked.

"Do what?"

"Touch me like that. Inside?" You gulped. You hadn't really meant to ask it, but you had to know. "If you have... her... what do you want with me?" You couldn't say her name, even now. It seemed Jungkook couldn't either.

"I don't have her," he said, his tongue playing with his lip ring.

"That's not an answer." But he didn't offer anything else. You sighed and turned around. You wanted to walk away, but you knew that you had to stick this one out. And there was still this something stirring in your chest, a small part of you that would ignite the fire of hope within your heart, the second you suspected that, perhaps... there could be more. "You know, I think of you all the time. And when that happens, I hope you think of me."

Jungkook groaned. "Y/N... you're so unfair."

"I'm just saying what I'm thinking," you said.

He turned around as well. "Y/N, look at me." You didn't respond at first, not wanting to give in, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being able to look at your eyes and see your soul. But he grabbed your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger and turned your face toward his. "I wish it was you."

You wished that you knew what to say to that. "W-what?"

"Every time I'm with her, I wish it's you. That you're smiling at me from the passenger seat of my car, that you're walking Bam with me." Bam, his dog, that you fell in love with the second you saw him. His car, with its fine leather seats that smelled like Jungkook's own perfume. You'd been inside that car a few times before. "I have always wished for you." His fingers slid from your chin to your cheek, his palm coming to rest against it. Your face was slightly tilted upward, granting him access to your lips, if he wanted to capture them. He only had to reach out... But there was so much left to say before he could, before you could...

"So why didn't you reach out?" you asked. The wind made you shiver in your light clothes. Jungkook's other hand, the one that he had held against your neck earlier that night, pulled you into his body to shield you from the cold.

"I didn't know if I could," he said. "I thought you didn't want me anymore. Didn't want to talk to me."

He was so, so far from the truth, but you understood what kind of signals you must have given off in the time your mental health was at its lowest. "I wanted to. Really badly. But I couldn't." Your hand found its elbow, resting halfway between your bodies. "I'm so sorry. For making you feel that way."

Jungkook nodded, accepting your apology. "I'm sorry, too. For misunderstanding. For moving on without communicating with you properly." A small smile appeared on his face. "For torturing you in that kitchen."

You chuckled. "I can think of worse torture."

"So... Am I forgiven?"

"You were never not forgiven," you said. And you meant it, you really did. However angry you had been at him, you had forgiven him for what happened with the talking stage months ago. That's why talking stages never develop into anything more.

"Good." Jungkook's smile widened and he inched ever closer. "Does that mean you'll let me kiss you?"

There was still Somin to think about... But you were done thinking.

You nodded. And even though, it was not your birthday that day, your wish got granted regardless.

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @elder-flower

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

32 (20 are user-locked)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,238,164

3. What fandoms do you write for?

For the past five years, it has been iterations of A Song of Ice and Fire (the book canon, Game of Thrones, and House of the Dragon). Prior to that, I've written fics for Sailor Moon, Gundam Wing, Kingdom Hearts, Fushigi Yuugi, High School Musical, RENT, The Dresden Files, Harry Potter, Glee, and BBC Sherlock.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

the gather, the bend, the bringing forth (Game of Thrones S8 canon divergence)

some nights the lighthouse, some nights the sea (transatlanticism) (Game of Thrones S7 canon divergence)

the silhouette of a single memory (Game of Thrones reincarnation AU)

all the ground beneath with tears and blood (Game of Thrones/The Vampires Diaries fusion)

where ruin also exists (A Song of Ice and Fire, post-ADWD)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Even before I started writing in the ASOIAF fandom, I did tend to write bittersweet endings. Loss and grief is a fascinating frame of reference for an otherwise happy ending and I've always liked being able to write about those conflicting emotions. That said, it was probably never let me go.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Haha, lmao—this is definitely the silhouette of a single memory and its adjoining prompt ficlets.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

My canon divergent fics for Game of Thrones sometimes get the rare grumpy butt but honestly, I pay too much in taxes to be bothered by someone trying to be snide behind the anonymity of a computer screen.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Sure? I think my smut is pretty tame compared to a lot of stuff I read but I do write it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Yes, I've written plenty. Sailor Moon/Gundam Wing and Game of Thrones/The Vampire Diaries might be the craziest though, considering how ridiculously dissimilar the two canon sources are.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

the gather, the bend, the bringing forth has its beginning chapters translated into Russian here

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes and no. My old RP partner @lyrangalia and I used to email RP during slow days at work and through that was born the AMD and Silvered Lightning universes. But since these technically never started as fic, then it's kind of in that weird uncategorized space.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

All time? I'm not sure if I have a single one that takes the top spot. I've liked Tomberly (MMPR), Willabeth (POTC), Neal/Sara (White Collar), Parker/Eliot/Hardison (Leverage), and Jonerys (ASOIAF) but I love them all equally.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hands down, Arcana. The reason I won't finish it is because I fell out of love with the source material (it didn't age well) and the author of said source material (he's kind of an asshole!). I do still love the character that this fic revolves around and it's removed enough from the source material that I could finish it but...

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characterization and dialogue, probably? Who knows.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Characterization and dialogue, lmao.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Eh. It can be done and I've done it a few times honestly. I don't make a habit of it because it's just a bit of a headache to translate.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Sailor Moon.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Based on re-readability? a silhouette of a single memory and where ruin also exists

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