#i am not made for extreme cold either but i MUCH prefer cold

[taesankisser]

bf!taesan thoughts <3

warnings: fem!reader, super soft fluff, i am in love with this man and it shows (honestly no genuine content warnings!)

song rec: if you want to by beabadoobee or serenade by boynextdoor!

writing under the cut!

bf!taesan, who loves customizing things for you. if you want him to paint on everything you own, then he gladly will! you would come to him with two brand new pairs of white converse and he’d ask why you bought two, and you’d say with a smile that you wanted to match. he’d spend so much time making sure they were perfect and would wear your matching pair with so much pride. everything he made for you, you would cherish so deeply because you knew it was made with so much love. you would make a point to take extra care of the things he makes for you because of how special they are as he always puts so much time and effort into them!

bf!taesan, who goes out of his way to film everything for you if the two of you are apart from each other. if he’s away for whatever reason, he’ll make a point to record or take pictures of everything. the boys are being silly and he wants you to laugh along with them? it’s recorded. he sees a cute puppy? it’s snapshotted. it’s literally the most endearing thing ever how he wants to include you in on the highlights of his day. he doesn’t expect you to do the same either, but if you do he’s absolutely ecstatic! he just wants you to feel included in his life even though the two of you aren’t physically together.

bf!taesan, who sticks to you like glue. he looks so outwardly cold and intimidating, but on the inside he is so warm and gentle. he really loves to have his hands on you whenever he can. he’s not like super majorly into physical touch, but you’re his person, so he enjoys it with you. he loves when you reciprocate his touch too. if he leans on you, resting his head on your lap, and you start to play with his hair, he’ll let out a sigh of relief. that’s his own personal heaven; his favorite girl playing with his hair and just enjoying each other’s company.

bf!taesan, who is so romantic that sometimes you don’t even know how to react. he sometimes doesn’t outwardly say his feelings to you, but rather, he shows his love through actions. he’s not expressive in the sense that he’s extremely lovey-dovey with his words. instead, he’ll write you a song, making it extra special by detailing a shared memory between the two of you in the lyrics. he’s really thoughtful and despite not being super over the top about his feelings, you never go a day without feeling his deep adoration for you.

bf!taesan, who is an introvert and would prefer to be alone, but allows you in his personal bubble at all times. not just that he allows you, but he wants you around him all the time. you two can sit in comfortable silence with one another and sometimes that’s more than enough because what matters is that the two of you are together!

bf!taesan, who looks at you with so much love in his eyes. he looks at you like the earth would look at the sun, as if you’re the center of his universe. you didn’t notice how intense it was at first, until one of your friends took a candid picture of the two of you. you weren’t paying attention to his facial expressions as you were on your phone in said picture, but the look on his face says it all. his smile is so wide, his eyes turned into little crescent moons, and his heart on his sleeve. you never told him about the picture because you don’t want him to be aware of the way he stares at you, but your friends have made it known on many occasions that taesan looks at you like you’re the girl who stole his heart and he has no intention of getting it back.

<3

author’s note: eeek my first bonedo post!! i’m so excited to write for them & ofc had to start with my bias! i hope you enjoy & have a great day/night!

- lots of love, solar

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[fatuismooches]

Your fluff writing is soo good! Thank you so much for making this blog.

Can I request headcanons for Dotorre, Pantalone, and Capitano with a reader who's not used to the cold? I just moved from my extremely warm country to a really cold place, and am sniffling, shivering, and miserable 🥲🥲 If only there's someone to cover me in a boyfriend jacket and hold hands with something to keep me warm 😔😔

Dottore once went through the same thing, moving from Sumeru to Snezhnaya definitely affected him in the beginning. His younger self grumbled throughout his experiments as he was bogged down with the heavy winter coat (that Pierro so generously provided) while the native Snezhnayans felt pity for him, but dared not to look at him with that feeling. It was really a hindrance in the beginning, not even gloves could keep his fingers from stiffening. A big disappointment since he needed steady hands. However, a couple of centuries and body modifications later, make it so the cold is nothing special to him or his segments. It really doesn’t affect them much anymore.

So for once, Dottore can actually understand what you’re feeling. And even more surprisingly he can handle the situation in a relatively normal way! You look kind of ridiculous with the amount of layers he's made you wear, but he insists that this method will work. You'll build up resistance eventually! But you're probably not satisfied with this turn of events (you wanted cuddles, didn't you?) so just head on over to his segments. As long as they're not busy, feel free to take their artificially heated-up hands and move them around your body. It will feel very nice. Lucky you, who needs expensive heaters when you have the segments! But honestly, no matter how cold you are, don't give too much attention to them and neglect the original Dottore! Would he turn off the lab's heating and assign tasks to the segments to make you crawl back to him begging for warmth? Well, that's up to you.

Pantalone will not hear of your shivering and sniffling, no, not on his watch. What did you expect, that he'd let his beloved suffer like this when he has all the remedies at his fingertips? There's not much to say really. Thick, cozy blankets. A delicious hot beverage of your choice and hearty soup by the fireplace. Only the finest heaters in Teyvat. Warm, comfortable clothing. A seat on his lap if you prefer rather than the bed. The amount of things he does for you may have you feeling a little too hot, not just from the number of heat sources but his willingness to do all these things for you. (But please don't overheat.) He won't stop until your hands stop being two blocks of ice. And yes, you can steal his coat if you so desire. He has a lot more, don't worry about it. Hell, steal two or three if you like... one to wear, one to place over you, and one to... hold? Doesn't matter, Pantalone encourages it. And although he doesn't like seeing you cold, of course, he thinks you're just far too cute when you give him the puppy eyes for much-needed warmth and attention.

A part of it also stems from how many days and nights he spent cold and alone as a child, with nothing and no one to keep him warm. Often becoming sick from the conditions. So he knows exactly how it feels to be trembling and miserable. Which is why he will never let you suffer similarly, Pantalone cares for you far too much for you to ever endure anything related to that. He will make sure to keep your hands warm, as long as you keep his heart warm too.

Capitano feels quite glum, even though you can't exactly see that from his expression, you manage to read his general body language quite well, not to mention the stare you get when you sniffle for even a second. He himself doesn't feel the cold much either, being the very strong man he is. But Capitano wants to help you, he really does - he has led troops through all kinds of weather, including the biting cold - so he is aware of methods used to retain as much warmth as possible. So yes, he will make sure your closet has much warm clothing, although he has to awkwardly clear his throat when asking for your sizes. He will get confused as to why you steal his massively oversized clothing instead. He will make sure that soup is nutritious enough to keep your strength up (even though you're not a soldier...) Of course, the bed will be your cozy warm haven, the blankets are very nice and big considering how tall Capitano is.

Considering how Capitano isn't all that versed in things like this or taking care of people, you would thank him for all he's done for you. Except that he's forgotten one thing, you'd tease. Externally he looks the same as always. Internally he wonders if he's messed up and if he's upset you. Was he wrong to apply the logic of being a captain to his relationship with you? No, it's merely the fact that he has yet to cuddle you. Oh. That's all? But wouldn't all these blankets and sheets be better at warming you, your husband questions? Nope, you'd shush him before making yourself right at home and his lap. You are very strange, Capitano thinks.

Also just imagine them with their Harbinger coats, and you're inside of it! Stealing the warmth! Your head popping out as they give you kisses! <3

#smooches talks #dottore love notes <3 #pantalone love notes <3 #capitano love notes <3 #yk what this can go into the tags why not #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #capitano x reader #genshin impact x reader #its kind of tag worthy i think

[the-au-thor]

I have an idea for Spencer Reid x female reader.

Spencer and the reader have a stable relationship. They are going through a stressful period, and Spencer struggles to realize that the reader is reaching their limit because she doesn't want to bother him. But finally, Spencer is there for her, helping her because they love each other.

If you don't like this, it's okay. I'd love to read it tho.

Love !

Hey dear one; sorry for the late very late answer. I've been very busy but I could take time to write a bit of this story on my free time. It was a little tough. I'll be talking about anxiety from my perspective although I am aware it is not the same to everyone.

I know how it feels to have your own enemy living rent free inside your brain telling you all the right things to break you. Keep fighting people! You are doing it fine, your best, don't put so much stress on your chest. Love you!

That day in the Café | Spencer Reid × Anxious! Reader

Word: 1k

Warning: Read this first!

You sat on your knees on the cold floor of the room as you tried to fold Diana's clothes, separating them carefully and leaving in a different pile those that were ready to be discarded. It had been a difficult and long week; Diana had a crisis while visiting you at home, and her psychiatrist conclude that her medications weren't working anymore and she needed a change of her prescription and that would either render her docile most of the time or leave her too disoriented and lethargic to hold a conversation.

When you and Spencer woke up in the mornings to give her the first dose; a cocktail of extremely strong medications, she would babble unintelligible and incoherent things. Every time you saw her swallow her pills heavily, you knew that wasn't Diana. Diana was fire, she was grace, and mental agility. Even with the mental lapses her illness caused, she could hold conversations, argue, defend herself, and string together five words without sounding like a poorly pronounced murmur. You hated seeing Diana like this.

Spencer was also distant; you knew you had to be patient; he struggled to open up with his feelings and above all to express them in a way that didn't make him feel vulnerable. Even with you and after all that time, you had to pick the right moment to remind him that you were a team, that he wasn't alone anymore, and that he simply had to let you in. Plus, you knew the routine would be different. Spencer wouldn't dedicate as much time to you, and it was understandable. After all, it was his mom. But he was forgetting to hold your hand occasionally, or cuddle with you at night while you solved word puzzles and he read his books. He was also leaving dirty dishes in the dishwasher, and if he made a mess, he forgot he had to clean it up. The towels were spread damp over the bed, he left puddles of water outside the shower for you to mop up, and honestly, you were also a bit exhausted. You didn't blame him; his mind was elsewhere with good reason lately. But yours was going to that negative place you had relegated to a very dark corner of your head but whose door occasionally opened to release all those negative emotions, self-sabotaging thoughts, and memories you preferred to forget. Stress was starting to take its toll on you, and you felt alone, you needed someone to hold you while you cried, but you didn't have anyone. And the worst: yes, you had someone, but that someone was too tense with his mother's situation and you didn't want to burden him with more worries. You tried to think of something else as you careful took a look into one of Diana's pajamas to fold it and stack it.

You remembered when Spencer and you were friends; you both fooled yourselves into thinking that was all you would ever be. You went out constantly, keeping a log to keep track of new cafés. One day you were drinking your coffees accompanied by a couple of donuts when he took your hand and told you he loved you. Your heart had beaten as if someone had replaced it with a drum that was constantly being pounded by a pair of drumsticks. You gave him a verbal list of all your flaws, all your traumas, and all the reasons why you weren't right for him. He invalidated each of your points. He wasn't going anywhere. If only he could see you now, you knew he would agree with you. Especially with the way your mind began to scream your thoughts at you, as if they were rioting inside you without apparent order. Your hands were trembling, and your eyes began to cloud over, not allowing you to continue folding the clothes. There, sitting on your knees, squeezing Diana's pajamas without being able to let them go because your mind was too far from your body to send it any orders. Tears ran down your cheeks, running a marathon, quickly slipping down the cliff of your chin and falling onto your bare, warm, and almost thick arms. You tried to do the breathing exercises your therapist had taught you, but you couldn't concentrate. You needed to get out of there; run somewhere. You didn't know what the hell was happening to you. You knew you had to ask for help, but you couldn't speak. That's when the first blow hit your face; your palm repeatedly hitting your forehead and then slapping yourself until the relief of the pain in your reddened cheek appeared, but that wasn't enough. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't stop. You kept hitting yourself until you managed to get up and sit on the bed as you tried to breathe. You walked quickly to the bathroom and tried to clean your face in a small oasis of peace that you didn't know how long it would last; you could feel the next panic attack beginning to boil in your chest. Your hands squeezed the porcelain of the sink, and you resolved to get out of there; you walked through the living room, taking the house keys and your jacket before announcing that you were going to visit Penelope. Spencer looked at you from his desk and left his office to catch up with you at the door, with a furrowed brow and a worried face. He took your shoulders, stopping your departure knowing that something was wrong because you didn't want to look him in the eye. He saw the trail your tears had left on your face, the tip of your nose red, and then the marks on your cheek and forehead.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, but you were unable to speak. He enveloped you in his arms and began to trace circles on your back, massaging between your shoulder blades and lower back. "It's okay; cry. Let it out," he asked, beginning to hear the crying come out.

It seemed like you had so much, that the sobs bottled up in your throat made it hard for you to breathe.

"I-I'm s-sorry so much. I hate crying," you murmured between uncontrollable tears, feeling Spencer stroke your hair, burying his fingers and massaging your scalp.

"We're made for that. You don't have to apologize, breathe, my love. Here; listen," he said softly as he lovingly guided you to his chest so you could hear his heartbeat.

At first, the frequency wasn't noticeable, you were too aware of yourself for that, but slowly the sound of his heart managed to overpower the volume of the screams inside you, and you felt your breathing becoming easier. Spencer's hands firmly squeezed your shoulders, and you felt his fingers giving affectionate massages.

"What happened?" he murmured as he continued holding your face against his chest.

"I d-don't know," you murmured still with a trembling voice. "I was folding Diana's clothes for the clinic, and then I started to..j-just feel too much" You heard his sigh, and then a soft kiss on your forehead, brushing his lips against your skin. You felt his warm breath collide against you, and that seemed to calm you even more.

"My love, I told you to rest," he remembered with an almost tired whisper, "you've done too much this week."

You shook your head frantically, feeling more tears coming out of your eyes. "I feel like I can't do anything right lately."

That managed to make Spencer let you go to take your face in his hands and look into your eyes as he wiped the tears from your cheeks. "Are you kidding? You've done too much this week. A-and I...my love; you've done things you shouldn't be doing. She's my mom."

You frowned slightly before defending your position.

"I love Diana, nothing I've done has been out of obligation. I do it willingly. It's just that...I-I feel so bad doing it because I know that if it weren't for her new treatment, she would be perfectly fine, and she wouldn't feel like I'm invading her personal space every time I help her bathe or dress."

He nodded several times with a tired half-smile, resting his forehead against yours.

"I know. I understand. I'm sorry."

"And I think that she has been through this before, and you've had to take care of her alone, and it's not fair. And now I'm worrying you just because I can't be s-strong enough," you felt his fingers caressing your cheeks and jawline as he kissed your face softly.

"Don't say that," he spoke almost sadly, "it's a very difficult situation."

"You're handling it well."

"No, I've been through this before, and every time it's a challenge."

You frowned touching his face with the palm of your hand.

"And why...? Why didn't you tell me?"

He seemed to hesitate before answering, "Because I didn't want to worry you."

You slowly pulled away from him, feeling your eyelids beginning to feel heavy from crying.

"I didn't want to either," you whispered and shook your head tiredly, "this won't work if we don't talk."

He nodded slowly. "I know."

"I know you don't want to worry me, but by not telling me anything, you isolate me, and I feel like a burden, like I'm not doing anything to help you." Spencer looked at you regretfully and shook his head vigorously.

"Sweetheart, no. You're spectacular; you do things that I wouldn't think of. You cleaned mom's closet, you washed her hair, you cut it, and painted her nails. I wouldn't have thought of that, believe me."

"But I want you to trust me; you need to tell me what's happening here" you placed a finger on his forehead and your palm on his chest "and here" He nodded, placing his hand over yours gently, and you felt the warmth of his palm on your skin "I know you've done this alone all your life, and I know it's going to be hard to share your feelings with me. But I'm here for all the time, and if y-you can accept my panic attacks and intrusive thoughts, I want you to share with me the ugly and the painful." Spencer's eyes read you for a good while before speaking again. He hugged your hand with his and brought it to his lips.

"I've been pushing you away lately, haven't I?"

You nodded "But I know it's because you've been worried"

"No," he denied, "I was selfish. I only thought about mom and licking my own wounds like a sort of solitary bear. I didn't take into account that this is new for you, and that you would feel overwhelmed. Really, my love, forgive me. You're right: we're a team. And I've been just... not cooperating at all"

"I don't want you to blame yourself, please," you pleaded almost begging.

"No. But it's something I have to fix. I'll call Pen and ask her to come; mom's sleeping and she'll be doing it for a while" he searched for his phone in his pocket and began typing rapidly on the screen "We're going to take a little trip to an old friend's cabin, and on the way, we're going to talk: find a blanket and a coat. I'll do something for us to eat when we get there," he began to walk through the living room, and you watched him standing halfway. He stopped and furrowed his brow "what's wrong?"

"I don't want to leave Diana," you stammered nervously, "not because of a panic attack."

He approached you in giant steps and took your face in his hands again.

"For years I kept my friends away from my private life. Especially from what concerned mom. I isolated myself and growled and dismissed any help the guys offered. Because I'm her son, and I didn't care about sacrificing myself," he offered you a brief kiss to look at you again "But now I have you, and I'm not willing to sacrifice you. I love you, and I also have to take care of you" he planted another one of his kisses on your lips, but this time it lasted a little longer "let's put some ice on your cheeks, okay?"

You nodded.

"I love you. I will take care of you too"

He brushed the tip of his nose against yours and smiled "You are already doing it" then you heard the doorbell, and he kissed you once more before stepping away. "I told you, right? At the café: that there was nothing that could make me stop loving you or push you away, right?"

Your chest still felt somewhat tight, and you knew there were still many tears inside you waiting to come out, but still, it made you smile. And there it was; everything your mind had fabricated, the fears and self-sabotaging thoughts started to slowly fade as Spencer held your hand all the way to the old Gideon's cabin near the woods. And that night Spencer cuddle with you while you talked. And you knew everything was gonna be alright.

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[anxiousnerdwritings]

Hiya Sugar,

You’re the newest goodey-goodey in town, aren’t ya? What am I sayin’, of course ya are! I already knew that! In fact I know a lot about’cha, you’d be real surprised.

At first, I didn’t think too much about there being another vigilante running amuck. To me it was the usual same ol’, same ol’ in Gotham. It wasn’t until we had our very first run in that had me wanting to take a real good look into ya. I had been with my former crappy Puddin’ at the time and we were planning to cause some havoc for B-man, but you showed up first. That didn’t stop us from causin’ you some trouble too but you were really somethin’. A good kinda somethin’! You surpassed both mine and my ex-Puddin’s expectations by a long shot, putting us in our place real quick before B-man even made an appearance. But when he did finally roll around, my shitty ex had the audacity to use me as a distraction so he could getaway, puttin’ me in peril.

I’ll be honest I was worried there for a bit. Sure I was all laughs about it until it set in that my Puddin wasn’t gonna save me then the panic came. I mean hanging off a 70 story building by the tippy tips of ya fingers will do that to ya, ya’know? (To be honest, I don’t even know if it really was 70 stories but it sure as hell felt like it.) But then the most marvelous thing happened! My grip gave way and I was startin’ to fall only for an arm to shoot out and catch me!

Now, I was fully expecting B-man or one of his little birdies being the one who got to me but imagine my surprise when I was met with a new face. A really nice lookin’ face too! (At least from what I could tell.) Your grip on me was real strong and firm but it felt gentle all the same. Ya pulled me up and looked me all over for any serious damage, askin’ if I was alright. You didn’t manhandle or be too rough with me whatsoever. In fact you were real gingerly in checking me over. You also weren’t yellin’ or shoutin’ at me either, instead you were speaking slow and soft to me. I remember your voice bein’ real nice to listen to too. In that moment I realized you truly were somethin’ different, a breath of fresh air compared to the rest of the heroes coming out of the woodworks in Gotham.

You were just so nice to me, even though we tried to kill ya and cause some psychological damage along the way (sort bout that by the way😅), but you were still worried about little ol’ me. I don’t even think B-man has ever been really genuinely concerned about my well-being before, at least not like you were, when my Puddin’s used me like a meat shield. If it weren’t for his no killing hangup he probably would have let me die plenty of times before. But you actually cared! I don’t know what exactly it was but somethin’ about ya that night made me feel all tingly and warm inside and I liked it. Then the next thing I knew you were gone chasing after B-man and my ex-Puddin’ leavin’ me feelin’ cold and alone. Ever since then I’ve been keepin’ a close eye on ya. Hell, I even dumped my Puddin’ right after that incident. Ya should have seen his face, thinkin’ I wasn’t serious only for him to come mopin’ around wantin’ me back. But I stood my ground. Besides, I already had my eye on somethin’ better. Or rather someone better.

Like I said before, I’ve been keepin’ my eye on ya since then and I’m so glad I did. Sure some people would call it “stalking” but I prefer to call it “closely admiring from a reasonable and legal distance”. Except those few times I did let myself into your place and took a peek around. I didn’t take anything though, at least nothing you’d notice but that’s not what’s important. What is important though is how much you’ve opened my eyes to new horizons beyond just stupid ol’ Joker and everything that has to do with him. I still do the odd crime here and there but they’re no way near the same extremes like they used to be. I only really do somethin’ bad when I know you’re on patrol and will for sure be the one to stop my shenanigans. Honestly, I just want the chance to see and talk to ya again. Don’t even get me started about all the times when I have caused mischief only for B-man or one of his birdies to be the one to show up instead of you. I’ve never felt so disappointed and upset before. All that time and effort only for some other big baddie or even a small petty criminal to take up your attention away from me. It really gets under my skin. Would I say I’m jealous though? Not really. Okay maybe a little but can ya blame me? After all this time I finally have somethin’ good in my life that’s gettin’ me to change perspective only to have to share it with others who have no intention on changin’ for anybody! They’re a waste of your time but I get that you gotta stick to your goodey-goodey schtick, that’s who ya are after all. But still it gets me feelin’ some type of way, and not in a good way either.

I can’t help that you’ve become something so prominent to me in such a short amount of time, although I know ya don’t know just how much ya truly mean to me. I’ve even started focusing on doing more good than bad, little by little ya’ know? Baby steps. You’re a good part of why I started leaning more towards being good but it was also due to another incident I got in. I won’t go into it but let’s just say it involved a lower criminal who just wouldn’t stop runnin’ his mouth about ya and I wasn’t havin’ any of it. I admit I may have gone a little overboard with getting my a point across but he deserved it. He had no right talkin’ about ya like that! Sure, he’ll probably never wake up from his coma and is in a permanent vegetative state but you can’t say he isn’t technically still alive. So at least I didn’t kill him kill him, right? Hey, what can I say this goodey stuff is still pretty new to me. At least I’m tryin’ my best. There was also some other stuff involved besides him bad mouthin’ ya but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was but I’m sure it also was well deserving of an ass kickin’.

Oh goodness gracious, look at me ramblin’ away as usual! Ya got that kind of affect on me, ya’know? But anyhoo, I should really end this letter before I start spillin’ all my beans. I need to keep some secrets to myself after all. But maybe I’ll get around to tellin’ ya those ones too when we’re much more acquainted. But don’t worry ya little ol’ head though, sugar, everythin’ will come to fruition in due time and the two of us will be together! I just gotta get a few of my duckies in a row before we take the plunge but it’ll all be worth it in the end and you’ll finally be all mine!

See ya soon, sugar! Don’t miss me too much though~ Before ya know it we’ll be makin’ up for all our lost time and really gettin’ to know each other! But until then I’ll leave ya with this and a few gifts I left behind for ya too!

Lots of lovin’,

Harley<3<3<3

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[saey707]

I am BEGGING for more Yandere heartsteel Yone!! What do you think he would act like if during his carreer he found himself falling in love with someone or even dating them?

I feel like the fans would know nothing about the fact that he has a partner he loves very… very much. Imo he would want to keep them out of the spotlight as much as possible to “protect” them (aka nobody can have them other than him) and he has to manipulate his way into making reader into the perfect obedient partner that has eyes only for him.

✿ Prompt: Yone wants to "protect" you ✿

♡ champion focus: yone ♡ tw: yandere-ish, manipulation ♡ Gender-neutral reader

From the beginning of your relationship with Yone, you always felt something was... off about him. Of course, that was a given, especially considering how little everybody knew about him.

Nobody truly knew a thing about Yone, other than the simple facts: He loved cold brew, was a Taurus, was an INFJ, and frequently micromanaged the chaotic life he and his friends lead.

Overall, Yone was a private person, preferring to not manage any socials, let alone be a figure in the spotlight on television Instead, he would occasionally hop onto corporate socials to answer any burning questions the Heartbeats had regarding new projects, songs, or tour dates. He'd stray towards the back and allow his friends to have the front floor. It's how he preferred things to be.

Upon meeting you, Yone never believed he could fall in love with someone as conservative as himself. Someone who preferred to keep the intimate details to oneself and valued a small circle. A person who didn't want to put all their personal information, memories, and photos out for the public to gaze upon.

It seemed fate had a way of drawing the two of you together- Him to you and you to him.

And ensnared within the jaws of Yone's adoration, his obsession, the desperate producer took all measures necessary to root out every fragment of information he could about you. His torment to understand you was extreme. Yone was extreme.

"There's still so much I have yet to discover about you..." "Heh... I could say the same to you."

Secrets Yone always confined and kept to himself effortlessly flowed past his lips when it came to you. Yone was hungry to know all the little things about you that the world didn't know. And the world just may... Never truly know a thing about you either.

Because you were- for the most part- off the grid, it didn't make it hard for Yone to keep you all to himself. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to do just that. Why should the world get to know you as intimately as he did?

"I'm thinking about making an Instagram account..." you voiced aloud, staring at your phone. This immediately caught the attentive ears of Yone. Turning your attention to your boyfriend, you failed to notice how he tensed up, lips forming a tight line. His trepidatious fingers bounced on the rim of his mug.

"Is that so?" he began in a low and quiet tone.

You shrugged, "I mean it could be a nice place to put all of our memories!" Yone chuckled coldly, shrugging his shoulders. And with that, he picked up his mug and made his way over to you.

"Sure, sure, sure... I'm just worried that this will take away the mystery from our love lives." Your brows furrowed in confusion. So the producer continued.

"You know... Putting our business out in the public? Honestly... The last thing I want is for the fans to say something to you. You know how they act when one of us starts dating... Constantly prying for information, wanting to know more..."

He cleared his throat, "...I just don't want to put you under the spotlight, you know- public scrutiny could hurt."

"Yeah, I get it." You responded, forlorn that your lover didn't seem invested in the idea.

Yone wrapped his arms around you from behind the couch, and with a sigh, pressed his lips to your temple. "Ultimately, it's your decision. I'm just worried you'll become overwhelmed with all the attention."

Nodding your head, you pushed your head against his neck. "You might be right about that. I'll think on it a bit longer before deciding."

Still, even with a decision that still had yet to be sorted out, Yone still wasn't pleased with it. He hated that he was out of control. He hated that you were even considering putting yourself out there!

It made him feel like someone could easily take you away from him- Like others would have the ability to uncover all of the secrets that should only be confined between you and him!

So he made the hard decision to lie to you one evening.

"The fans have become quite violent lately." He voiced, looking at an article on his laptop. "They're starting to bump up our security. Or at least, that is the plan I've decided..." Yone sighed. A look of concern crossed your face.

"Why?" You questioned, cautiously walking over.

Yone turned his head to peer towards where you were standing. "There's... A rumor going around. Heartbeats are speculating that I'm dating someone." He informed with a forged sadness on his face, watching your eyes widen in shock.

And how he loved the look of fear in your eyes.

He had you in the palm of his hand, wrapped around his finger. He knew if he scared you just a little bit you'll be at his mercy. Yone knew you'd come around and listen to him.

"I'm sorry..." "Don't be. It's not your fault. I should have done a better job of protecting you."

You shook your head stubbornly. "Stop. You shouldn't be beating yourself up over this, Yone. You do plenty to protect me." You rushed over, wrapping your arms tightly around him. You felt for a second that if you let go, you would lose him. You felt... afraid.

Aimlessly, you were trying to feel a sense of security, one of which Yone would happily provide with his following statements:

"It's best the two of us just lay low for now. Okay?" He smiled, kissing the top of your forehead.

"As long as you listen to me, I'll keep you safe in my arms. Always."

#saeybaewrites #request #scenario #heartsteel #heartsteel yone #yone #heartsteel yone x reader #heartsteel x reader #yone lol #x reader #yone lol x reader #yone league of legends #lol x reader #yone league of legends x reader #league of legends x reader

[stick-ball]

I dont know how many of you will agree with this, but recently I had a realisation about Kevin. lt could be broken down to 3 phases:

The first is that Kevin is existing in very extreme emotional states - he either completely removes his emotions and as such vulnerability from a situation, or he goes all in reactive, which ends up with him being extremely dominant and agressive in his expression. The in between only happens when he is in the process of bouncing from one to the other.

Here is why I think he acts as such: as a kid, he had to really moderate how he expressed himself and constantly adapted to the situation. He had to be the golden child for the cameras, he had to be unfallible as an athlete due to his legacy, at the same time, he had to be submissive and lesser than for Riko and Tetsuji. Since most of the attention he got was both very keen and very dominant while emotionally removed (I wonder how much actual prize he got for normal things), it created a deeply rooted fear of honesty. It would be pretty natural for him to feel resentment at constantly not being the right thing, always lacking. As such, he became ultimately dishonest in his expression, which makes him repellant to opening up and being vulnerable in relationships. I used to think most of his dishonesty stemmed from fear because the truths he knew were very delicate and dangerous, but I am wondering if it wasn't born out of this deeper feeling of inadequacy. As a result, the Kevin we meet is used to fitting into someone else's ideas, and that's because he feels like every relationship is based on him GIVING them something of himself. Every one, not just the one with Riko. Living is a sacrifice of self for him, and he will end up, willingly or not, molding himself into whatever he feels he has to give away. When he asks for Wymack to take him in, when he makes the deal woth Andrew, when he wants Neil to believe in a future, when he drops all conctact with Thea, or Jean, after leaving the ravens. He feels like it's expected of him to be what others want to see him as and not what he wants to be. He can't be both of those things at once, so he is what they want or nothing at all. Just think of his attachment to the number two on his cheek and the meltdown that accompanied him, finally choosing to stand up for himself. To finally choose to come into his own identity.

That mechanism would lead from the beginning to him being very removed from his own wants in order to protect them. So, after a while, he would lose his sense of self. Which is funny, because that would lead to him having to relearn it through first finding the negative image of his preferences and his true self, like when capturing a scene in traditional photography.

As such, he is able to pinpoint everything he hates, dislikes, doesn't want and agree with - because they are an immediate danger. But that doesn't immediately lead him to finding what he likes, what he wants or what he is.

And this is where it gets interesting. This behaviour would also be responsible for him feeling very secretive about everything he does find that he likes and enjoys. For example history, if someone made it into a adressed thing, that he likes history, it would feel like he lost that interest, for the sole reason it's not just his anymore. You with me? Not in general, but in a personal relationship. That's why he is so annoyed at people not being good enough for his standards at exy but also not being excited at them caring or trying to meet them, only more and more critical even when he is totally having fun and excited about this.

The fact that even his interest in something like history could be demonized isba pretty common protection mechnaism. That's because when we shelter ourselves by pretending to not exist we are completely vulnerable when that illusion drops. It makes sense that he keeps everyone and everything at an arm's length with his cold and biting demeanour. Feeling like every person is a threat to who he is explains how screwed up almost all of his relationships are.

#kevin day #psychoanalysis of people who dont exist is my special interest lol #i still think he is a total dick tho #ill be writing much much more about his this is just the foundation for my piramid lovers #kevin day headcanon #kevin day hc #kevin day meta #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #the sunshine court #thea muldani #david wymack #nora sakavic

[gay-dorito-dust]

due to some Enid and Wednesday art I was spurred into watching it and if you're accepting requests (I got really excited seeing you write for it and didn't scroll down too far) could you write something where Enid meets an introverted new girl and they're just smitten with her immediately?

if someone like her came up to me and wanted to be friends I'd just. follow her sunshine to the end of the rainbow man. gay arrow to the heart. also fluffy werewolf gf is such bonus

The moment you stepped foot on school grounds, you were physically sickened with anxiety and dread, your throat closed in on itself as your stomach decided to loose all forms of appetite. You didn’t want to be here but through threats and force, your parents made you attend Nevermore in hopes of gaining a tolerable level of control over your powers that had only became a problem in recent memory. That was what they wanted you to believe but you knew about their ulterior motive of riding you from the house you cooped yourself in and actively engage with others of your age and situation.

You awkwardly stood at the entrance hall like a sitting duck, waiting to be shot, looking about the grand room that smelt as old as it looked as you waited for your poor unfortunate tour guide to arrive. Throughout the duration of your wait, You must’ve been either bored beyond belief or lost within the chaos of your mind because by the time you stopped counting the individual specs of dust that coated the picture frames along the the walls; A pretty blonde girl with the tips dyed in a kaleidoscope of colours and prettily painted nails was stood before you with a beaming smile.

How and when she had gotten there, you weren’t sure but you weren’t exactly against the idea of a really pretty blonde girl with an equally as pretty smile showing you around school. It certainly beats be lead by a pervert or someone with a penchant for passive aggressive comments in your books, so who were you to complain? “Hi!” She chirped and you immediately felt the cold crushing grip of anxiety ease up at the sound of her warm, serene voice as the tension in your shoulder muscles fell back into a relaxed state. “Hi…” you trailed off, not use to being a conversation starter nor continue one long enough for people to develop in getting to know you more.

You preferred to follow then lead…also you had a definitive weakness for extremely pretty girls. “I’m Enid Sinclair and if what principle Weems tells me is right, then you must be y/n.” It was obvious that Enid has a talent for having to talk for a multitude of people who don’t want to exhaust themselves in idle conversation or have no capacity to speak whatsoever. Which was a bonus for you, seeing as social interactions were never your strong suit, however Enid didn’t seem to be the most observant of a person’s character; You on the other hand had a knack for keen observation which meant that your style of approach subconsciously adjust itself when within proximity of certain people of certain caricatures.

“I am y/n, that is she- I mean me.” Your little awkward slip up made Enid smile and you swore you felt reality as you know it take a step back to observe her beautiful, beautiful smile. ‘God how much more enteral could this girl get.’ You wondered internally as she fell in pace with you whilst giving her tour of the school that you were barely paying any attention towards because firstly, how could you when someone as pretty as her was walking so closely to you and smelling that good? It made no logical sense! You believed at one point that your mind was playing cruel tricks on you becuase whenever you attempted to give yourself a little space from Enid; Only for the girl to move just a little closer to you that the fabric of your purple striped blazers were rubbing up on one another.

You even had to check you pulse at one point to make sure you hadn’t accidentally died and gone to heaven. “Oh I forgot to show you the coolest part of Nevermore!” Your breath caught in your throat as Enid grabs ahold of your arm and redirects you down the hallway past several ongoing classes; past the quad where some students were huddled together, actively skipping their least favoured lessons to let themselves loose. “Hey Enid! Hey new kid!” One of them called, a boy of quite moderate height, a nice smile and a beanie that rests atop of his head. “Hey Ajax!” Enid called back cheerfully, her grip on your arm tightened as she pulled you closer to her side which only proved in making your brain short circuit at the contact. “This is y/n, I’m just showing them them around school!”

“Hey there.” You awkwardly waved at the boy who waved backed vigorously. You had to admit, while Ajax may lack social awareness skills, he was certainly making his way up on your short list of people to go to should you ever feel lost amidst the chaos that you were soon recognising this school to be. “Well have fun you two and don’t run headfirst to the lake fully clothed. Take it from me, it’s super cold dude.” Ajax advised but before you could ask where that penitent fact came from, Enid began to drag you away once more. “He’s high.” She whispered in your ear, her warm breath brushing against your skin, causing your breath to stifle at the closeness, “they all are, actually.” She adds as she looked back at the quad as it began shying away into the background.

“Ajax seems nice.” You offhandedly mentioned. I know right!” Enid squeals excitedly, “sooo nice in comparison to my dorm mate, she’s a real ‘wow is me’ type.” The blonde must’ve seen your apprehensive stance and grimaced, “as bad as I make her out to be, she’s really cool and I think you’d both will get along just fine.” Enid attempts to rectify your view on Wednesday, already having caught on the fact that you weren’t going to be keen towards certain people at Nevermore. She could tell that you’d warm up to the likes of her and Ajax overtime which meant that you’d get along well enough with Xavier, however his popularity might be a drawback for you; Wednesday on the other hand, in Enid’s opinion, was the perfect for someone like you.

“Why? Is it because we both come across as unapproachable or too uninteresting to get to know on a deeper level?” You scoffed, “Yeah sure, we’ll get along just fine.” You added sarcastically as you looked away from Enid to hide the hurt in your eyes at the insinuation that the prettiest and most kindest girl you’ve ever met was throwing you away, to becoming someone else’s problem. You should’ve known that you could never trust a pretty face, no matter how kindly they acted; for it will always be a farce. Enid pulled herself away from your side and moved in front of you, putting her hands on your shoulders as her hurt expression mimicked your own.

“I didn’t mean it like that y/n. It’s just that you and Wednesday share similar qualities that I thought you’d be better off being better friends with someone who understands you rather then someone like me…” the blonde trails off, saddened that you couldn’t help but feel the urge to comfort her, you hated being the reason she frowned and you’d found yourself wanting to make her smile that bright smile again, anything. “If it’s of any value to you but as far as I’m aware, we already get along quite well…don’t you think?” You smiled softly at her, resting your hands against Enid’s shoulders, rubbing them comfortingly as you watched the emotions in her eyes shift from upset, confusion, then realisation, and finally happy.

“You really think we could work?” She asked as a smile crept up unexpectedly upon her lips that you had to snap yourself out of staring at them for longer then a friend should. “Oh most definitely,” You hummed in agreement and at that, Enid squealed happily before roping you into a crushing hug, her cutesy giggles purposely finding their home right in your ears as you stiffly moved your arms across her waist. “I’m so happy right now y/n, you have no idea!” She cried, tightening her grasp on your blazer as you rest your heads against the others shoulder. “If it’s anything akin to how I’m feeling right now, then I think I might have some idea.” You replied, a smile growing on your face as you stayed in each other’s embrace; You might actually get use to Nevermore.

#enid sinclair fic #enid sinclair fanfic #enid sinclair x you #enid sinclair imagine #enid sinclair x reader #Enid sinclair imagines

[deva-arts]

What would the cast be as dogs?

Okay this question surprised me because I did not expect to have an answer as readily as I did

Vincent: Husky.

It doesn't take much to see the resemblance. They are very triangular, they scream their lungs out a lot, both unhinged & dramatic with freaky pale eyes, love the cold, easily make cursed faces, and shed often... And they have the same color palette? It's a match made in hell.

Amon: Pittie!

They're short but BULKY, loving but dangerous, muscular, protective, silly, and they both have a killer bite. Pitbulls are extremely sweet family dogs, but they're sadly really misunderstood and often taken into brutal work, like being made to fight :( This is also Amon's favorite breed.

Seraphina: Dobermann Pinscher

Really channelling the feminine rage here. These dogs are highly protective, loyal, and smart... But they can also be very aggressive and get stressed without exercise and mental stimulation. They are workaholic, angry looking beasties... That are very affectionate around those they love!

...

But I'm kidding myself.

Mini Pinschers are deceptively cute, but they can be very bold, willful, and distrustful around strangers, which often comes off as aggressive. To put it bluntly, they have big dog software in chihweenie hardware. Sorry Sera (I am joking)

Sonia: Show Poodle

What's not to like? They're curly, fashionable, high-maintenance and affectionate! they're also playful and friendly dogs who adore attention and tend to take up space, plus they're very easy to train... mostly. It's either zoomies or anxiety with these fellas. They're also very sensitive.

Nathaniel: Irish Wolfhound!

They look nice and fluffy and are calm, sweet, cuddly, friendly, and laid-back family dogs. In truth, they're one of the largest dog breeds out there, and in the olden times, they were used to combat actual wolves! While they could easily be dangerous if aggressive, they prefer to be gentle giants.

Eric: Mutt

Sure, they don't come from any known or specific pedigree, but they're hardy, all-around dogs that are just as good as any others! even if some snobby folk beg to differ. See that scruffy pooch there? it should never be underestimated. It is also likely part-corgi.

#Ark_Systema #seraphinatag #vincenttag #nathanieltag #soniasanderstag #amontag #rickytag

[canonicallysoulmates]

I'm glad I re-watched ep 6 cause there are little things I hadn't noticed before also I can process my thoughts a little better, and I do have a lot of thoughts.

It is heartbreaking to see Louis recovery but the moments between him and Claudia, and Claudia taking care of him are so sweet 🥺

I love how snarky Daniel is, he has no fucks to give 😂

Dr. Fareed saying "I'm not here" when someone tries to include him 🤣

Louis- Louis my boy why does it look like you're smiling when talking about how Lestat showed restraint by hiding the fact that he had the cloud gift from you, what is that about?

Daniel pointing out the abuse and Louis' response being "are we the sum of our worst moments?" He and Lestat might not have said the vows to each other but Louis is sticking to "for better or worse"

I'm sorry but Louis throwing Lestat's coffin at him from the window had me wheezing 💀

I think this is the episode where I said 'Lestat what the fuck?!' most often. Him recording a song for Louis was so sweet and romantic AND THEN IT'S REVEALED HE PUT ANTOINETTE IN IT LESTAT WHAT THE FUCK. I mean his plan worked he got what he wanted but still Lestat what the fuck.

At some point in the future, I need to know the story of this re-recording. I would like it to be a romantic, Loustat moment. Please and thank you.

Louis swimming the Mississippi to get to Lestat is unhinged, and the moment Lestat realizes it he looks like he's gonna melt into a puddle he's looking at Louis with the biggest heart eyes 💗

The vampire bond....suuuuure Louis, nothing to do with the fact that you're as in love with your husband as he is with you

I love Claudia staring Lestat down and letting him know to his face that she's only letting him move back because it's what Louis wants

Even though I am aware that this show is including elements from the whole book series a part of me wasn't expecting Lestat to actually talk about Magnus and how he became a vampire

I like the little moment of Claudia and Lestat telling Louis how they feel about his judgment of their eating habits. I wish we had gotten to see more nice, or "nice", moments between Claudia and Lestat preferably during the happy years but even him teaching her to play piano during this time period I would have liked.

Poor Louis just wants his family back 😔

"We leave the damage, so we never forget the damage" THAT IS SUCH A GREAT QUOTE 👏

LESTAT AND LOUIS SHARING A COFFIN AND CUDDLING 💕

ANTOINETTE BEING ALIVE LESTAT WHAT THE FUCK?!

Also Antoinette you dumb bitch, this man pursued Louis for six years while being with you, kicked you out of your own house so he and hubby could fuck in your room when they made up, made you fake your death, and cut off your own finger just so he could keep his marriage, and has you stashed away only visiting for a quick fuck and so he can complain about his husband and kid. He's not gonna leave his family for you. Have some self-respect.

Louis, learn from this, next time either kill your husbands mistress yourself or be there to witness it.

Louis knowing Lestat so well that he knows Lestat kept Antoinette alive on purpose and that he's just using her to hurt him and doesn't truly love her but still being hurt by his actions while also accepting that he'll take Lestat as he is hits like a punch to the heart 😭

I don't like Lestat's death in the book or the movie, and I am extremely doubtful that it will be any different with the show but something the show does better at least for me is make me understand why Claudia hates Lestat as much as she does and why he gets killed in such a brutal way. Because to be honest in the book I don't really get it like yes he's controlling and manipulative and wouldn't have let them go but I've always felt like 'damn did his death have to be so cruel?' but here I get it. I'm not gonna like it but I get their motivation and their reason.

At first, I thought Claudia's hatred for Lestat had to do with his coldness towards her, and while that certainly planted some resentment and started things I think her hatred actually has to do with his cruelty towards Louis, his hypocriticalness of having a mistress but wanting Louis to stay at the house and loyal, him physically attacking Louis almost to death, him continuing to hurt Louis by keeping his affair going and lying about it. Louis is the person she loves most, she wants to protect him.

Episode 5 is sad in a way that hits you like a truck, this one is sad in a subtle way. Both made me cry.

I don't know if this will make any sense but I find it interesting how Louis tells Claudia that give them a 100 more years and he can see them turning just like Lestat. Because I- I don't know how to phrase this but I feel it shows Louis starting to gain an understanding of why Lestat is the way he is.

Louis and Claudia's goodbye 😭

Okay, this is an extremely interesting change to me so in the book Daniel asks Louis to turn him at the end after Louis has told him about Paris and his time with Armand, and how he and Lestat had crossed paths again. But here Louis says that this, Claudia trying to leave for the second time, is the point in the story where Daniel asked to be turned which means this is where the interview stopped. I'm curious to see what changes this will bring to the story because so far every change has served a purpose I don't think they would throw this in randomly, in particular, I'm curious to see if this change will have some effect on when it comes to Louis and Lestat crossing paths again.

I find the little moment when Louis tells Daniel that he'd give him the gift now sweet. I really like their friendship.

And Rashid's face when Louis tells Daniel he'd be willing to turn him boy was like "what"

The moment one sees Claudia sitting in that chair is blood-chilling

And once again I ask LESTAT WHAT THE FUCK?! She was so happy and you hunted her down and forced her back home

Lestat using Claudia's trauma against her is so fucked up, I know she did the same to you by bringing up Nicholas and making you remember Magnus but still Lestat what the fuck?!

Sam Reid is such a great actor though! This show has such a talented cast

(the real fucked up thing is that I do understand how him forcing her to stay and remain by Louis side makes sense in his head. the last time she left Louis was devastated.)

Lestat makes the comment to Claudia that when he puts his mind to it he can hear the thoughts of other vampires at a very great distance, so I'm wondering if Lestat thought Louis how to hear other vampire thoughts at a distance the same way he thought him to hear human thoughts or if Louis learned that ability on his own, or through the help of someone else

Hearing Lestat saying "back in your cage sweetheart" when what the camera presents is Claudia crying is heartbreaking but also great use of the visual medium

Louis saying that Claudia and Lestat were more like each other than they cared to admit, that he could see he and Claudia becoming like him, and then this episode ending with Claudia saying that to beat Lestat you have to become him *chef's kiss* I love this show

The final chess game between Lestat and Claudia is so tense but also a great foreshadowing of what's to come

Louis, baby, can we put a pause on your story so Rashid can tell me his cause who is he????

Okay but the song Lestat composed for Louis is actually beautiful 😭❤️

#loustat #iwtv #iwtv 1.06 #iwtv spoilers #interview with the vampire #mine #non spn

[docholligay]

Snake Ropes by Jess Richards

Thank you to @bardofsomerset for commissioning this!

Non-spoiler: This book exists in a strange kind of half-fantasy world that really works for me personally. I don’t know that I love the way it all comes down on the subjects of love and memory, but I think it has some absolute banger passages, and some really interesting things to say about the nature of human beings, and who we are at core. 

spoilers below

I went into this book completely cold. Not only did I not know what the book was about, the copy I ordered turned out to be an advance copy, so there was nothing on it but the title, and the first three lines of the book. I could have told you not a single thing about this book when I went into it. And honestly, I think that was for the best! If someone had tried to sell me on the book calling it a fantasy I would have come into the novel with a completely different set of assumptions, and I would have been on guard, so to speak, for totally different things. I loved not realizing that we were in a world where there is an aspect of magic, and some myths are real, and the line is VERY blurry between story and fact. 

I was very taken with this world where selkies are real, and a tree grew itself into a home of punishment, and you can hear things in the metal, and also, it might be related to our world--the island sells things to men from the mainland who talk about mobile pouches, and there’s some discussion of fast fashion--but none of these things are elaborated on too deeply, or ever threaten to dominate the story. I believe Richards knows all the answers to these things! But she is aware that just because she knows them, doesn’t mean the reader needs to. That level of restraint is not as common as we might hope in the modern day. Actually, I suppose not historically either. 

I really preferred Mary to Morgan, and I think knowing me as a person that’s not all that shocking. They are both constructions, they have made themselves into what they are, from different ends of the spectrum: Too much experience and not enough. I don’t dislike Morgan at all, and I think she’s a fantastic example of how a person can be sheltered but brave. She doesn’t know anything about the world except through books and general vibes, hasn’t been outside properly in a long time, but no matter how dark and how dangerous, she knows that even suffering out there will be better than the misery of in here. 

Actually, coming hot off the heels of me saying i didn’t like Morgan as well, let’s talk about how I fucking love Morgan. What she does is promiment in stories because it is realistically so rare. We, as human beings, are extremely prone to ‘the devil we know’ and I think most of us would simply stay where we were miserable yet safe. But something being common doesn’t make it laudable, just because most people are cowards makes it no less cowardly. But not Morgan! Morgan takes the leap and seizes her moment, and I love that. I love that she prefers danger to suffocation. She even says so, when she’s talking about how she wishes she had a wicked stepmother, that she wants anger and rage and fury instead of this prison. “I know from all the storybooks that wicked stepmothers are to be avoided if you wish to remain good or pure or ignorant. I really want one.” 

All that being said, I still preferred Mary on balance. I loved how competent she was, you absolutely never get the sense of her being adrift or in peril, even when Langward is fucking actively cutting into her flesh, because she is so rural-style nails tough, and she cuts off the Shadow that carries that crime. Obsessed with her. I actually think I might be at odds with the story on this, i’d have to reread it to be sure, but I am not entirely certain that they cast this as such a good thing, as I do. I mean, I don’t think it’s calling her to the carpet over it, either, but I think the story takes a stance of “This sure is a thing that Mary’s deciding to do, huh? And there are definitely consequences to that, too” at the very least. But I loved it, and I thought she was great. 

It was frustrating for me, not that Mary gave birth to Barney, in the end, but that it feels like the author wants it to be so IMPORTANT, and so CRUCIAL to understanding why Mary loved him so. “He were only ever mine,” and “It was always my arms hims wanted.” This is a personal thing, of course, as all things that annoy us are deeply personal, but as a lesbian who pretty much openly rejects the idea that family trees and blood are of value to anyone save maybe a doctor, it not only doesn’t connect but I found that particular aspect annoying. I loved that she was so close to her brother, that she loved him despite being a child she easily could have seen as competition or replacement, I found her protectiveness of him very touching. I should have known better--this isn’t QUITE as bad as Dishonored, where if I had played through the INSANE difficult (for me) of the game just to get to, “Corvo loved Emily because she was his secret daughter :)” I would have burned down the game studio--but it was more of an ‘ah, man.” every time she would go over how Barney was really, truly hers and I just could not connect. 

What I did feel a huge connection with, a kinship with, was the way Mary rejects the kind of victimhood they want to put on her, and the way she realizes that to make everything about what happened to her is to make that the story of her. 

“Other people want to name it so them can choose a punishment for some damage them can’t see. But without a name for it, I’m myself. I refuse it. I’ll not let this word attach itself to me. If it does, people will only see damage when them look at me; them will meet this word, for it is a terrible word to meet.

Unspeak it for me.” 

Holy shit, I am not sure I have ever, in all my reading, seen this sort of approach to tragedy or trauma, or whatever name we want to give it, and it took me aback so much that I had to stop reading for a moment. I’ve never read anything that so well reflected my own personal feelings about what I’m going to put as, “Bad shit happening to you.” I do not want it to define so much of my story, and the only way to make that true is to remove its power from you, either in glancing over it only in passing or straight up never mentioning it at all. I get this from my grandmother and great-grandmother, and to some extent my mother, though my great-grandmother was a fairly serious example of this and the observation in my family is that I am made in her image most among all of us. But yes, I never see it reflected in art or media, this idea that there are downsides to naming the sins that have been committed against you, that you can come to be wrapped in those ropes yourself, and they can take you over, and it can be the entirety of you. And not just her, but also if she lets it be the story of her, it can also be the story of Barney. No one will ever look at Barney and see anything but this horrific act. He will be the living monument to Langward’s violence. That’s it. That’s all. 

 So much did I love this detail, that frankly it washes the whole Barney being her son nonsense out for me, and we go back to a neutral starting position. 

Actually, speaking of ideas I’m obsessed with, the way that the book recalls over and voer that memory is a malleable thing, that we can choose to reinforce and color and even unstitch ourselves. I know I posted this when I stumbled across it, because I loved it, but it bears repeating:

“Memories don’t have to be real, them’re just pictures, like broideries. Just got to make the memory strong enough, the picture real. Stitch it so fine the colors gleam. Think of it over and over, pass my thoughts through the eye of the needle, make the threads hold firm, like a herringbone ladder stitch, get the split stitches with the needle right through the middle of the thread, till it looks just the way I want it to. 

Or if it dun come easy, cut it all away and stitch something different.” 

That our lives are embroideries, and it is up to us in many ways to determine the pattern. “We are the thing that we decide to be” is something that I hold very close to my heart, and feels very correct to me. And it takes work and time, to make the life you want, to make your truth line up with the personyou see yourself as, but I think that’s valuable work. I don’t know, i’d be so curious to hear other people’s thoughts on this because I am so different from many people I encounter that I don’t know if it’s common to see all this as a good skill ahaha. Mary spoke to me a LOT in these deeply rural, very true grit sort of ways that I don’t see reflected ESPECIALLY in female characters, and if anything individually won me over to this book, I think it would be the way that I saw aspects of my own life in Mary that i often don’t get to see held up. 

I can’t quite get to what I think about the snake rope themselves. Not in a “do I like them or do I not” way, in a “what are they REALLY about?” sort of way. There’s something in the idea of weaving something as a protection, and that protection is as dangerous to you as it is to anything outside, and that the thing made to protect you can kill you if you are careless. But I can’t quite put my finger on exactly how all those pieces go together. 

In general, I would say I liked the book! Particularly loved this approach to fantasy that colors the world more than dominates it. There is magic, but it never feels like the story is a vehicle for the magic, more that the magic serves the story. It isn’t so obsessed with its own world building that it forgets what matters about the story. I would think a fair amount of you would like this book, if you could come to grisp with the fact that a lot of it is almost…how do I want to put this? A half-story? It’s about one event and the things around that event, and the end does not feel pat. That sounds like a criticism but it’s isn’t, that’s one of the things I really liked about the book. 

Actually, and, sure, why not make this essay even more disorganized, please know I am also not impressed with me here: I think what the book is trying to be is reflected in a passage about Mary’s mother’s diaries: “This book isn’t a story. It doesn’t have a beginning or an ending. It’s not teaching me anything or making me feel I could become someone else.” And I loved that, not only as a history person who often wishes people would remember that even historical figures are people, and not narrative devices, but also i think it is at least a little about the unfinished edge of this novel. That more came before we begin, and plenty more will come after, and in life there is not neat the end. Definitely not for this essay either ahahha. 

One last thing I can’t do anything with but HAVE to share:

“All losses open doors into older grief” I have nothing to add except I will think about that line for a long, long time

#doc reads #commission reviews

[rawliverandcigarettes]

Ask Game : ALL OF THEM !!!!!! Or, perhaps slightly more realistically, 💭 ! 👓! 🚀 ! 💥! and/or [INSERT PREFERENCE HERE] ! (they're all free choice, answer as many or as little as you like)

Hahaha yes that would be maybe A Lot (though I did have fun, these are good asks! I might answer more at some point!!)

I have already replied to some of them here!

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

I always found the "inspiration" questions to be really hard to answer, because I'm not always 100% sure what qualifies as inspiration to be honest? If I had to answer beyond the obvious (just living one's life, watching others live theirs, get involved with other people's art, learn cool facts about being alive and how we made it obtuse and complicated), I think my thing is to notice intersections, heighten them and push them in a direction that I can then observe? I think it's why I really like fan creation: there isn't the arbitrary part of making things up that could be literally anything, it's more about reckoning with particular feelings and exploring where they come from and what they mean. I think I create in a very... reactory way, if that makes sense? Which sounds awful put like that, but oh well!!!!

👓 What helps you focus when you write?

Two things!

Music and a drink of some kind (generally tea or coffee, but can be a nice cold something, or even alcohol in rare occasions)

NO INTERNET.

This second part is so crucial. As time goes by, I think I have a fairly decent amount of suspicion that I fall somewhere on the ADHD spectrum, and so the internet simply murders my ability to focus. I didn't use to be so bad, but two burnouts before hitting 25 years old will mess up a brain real good, and now I need my way out of the interwebs to do anything remotely productive.

I am so worried about the inevitable moment where my old phone dies and I *have* to get a smartphone.

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

It mostly depends on the story. If it's a short piece, I either don't outline or outline in extremely broad strokes.

When it comes to longer pieces, I do outline pretty extensively! I have developed a method that works extremely well for me and involves some sort of table that recaps what's going on in a given chapter, but also notes any crucial information we're supposed to learn regarding main character arcs, main plot and subplots. I only get to the table phase once I have a seriously good idea of what the story will be, which usually takes several notebooks to iron out.

Even then, the outline is pretty loose, and I know I will make adjustments while putting the actual words on the page --there's always something I forgot to take into account, or a narrative opportunity I didn't realize was there to begin with.

(also sometimes I forget what I put in my outline and remembers too late oops)

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

Oh nooooooo this is so hard!!! And what is hard about it is to only pick one!!!

So I'm trying to pick the one that would have the most positive impact overall, and that reflects my arbitrary bias the least (it still will, but I'm not picking something like "more salarians", which for sure would be great for me but wouldn't do much to enhance the story as a whole)

So. I love Mass Effect 2, I really do. It's my favorite of the trilogy, mostly thanks to its bold narrative design that was pretty revolutionary at the time, and its cast of amazing characters. But... I think the main plot kind of makes very little sense, and its connection to the rest of the trilogy is tenuous at best.

The thing I would change is that instead of Collectors reaping out humans colonies to make a Super Human Reaper, which is pretty stupid, Collectors are still there (and maybe still kidnapping colonists why not), but they are used as an inside job inside the Terminus Systems to stirr trouble and mess things up between different factions, increasing tensions between Council Space and the Terminus Systems before the invasion strikes. We can keep the whole game pretty similar, except that the danger is less in humans disappearing (which... ok mary sues why is it always about you) and more in "we are eating our own instead of being united against the Reapers when they do arrive". We could get a great peak of who are these people opposing the Council and why, and get a sense of the "dark" side of the Milky Way --which I think was always the intention, though it got a little muddied-- and why it still deserves to be saved. We can keep everything: the suicide mission, us being allied with Cerberus and questionning the Alliance, the diverse perspective of all these suicidal outcasts... And!!! That would justify giving depth to batarians, I did it, I made batarians part of my change without making it seem as if the one thing I would change is to write batarians in a better way!!!

(my other pick for those who are curious would be to rework Priority: Thessia and make it less sexist. I really think just reworking this mission would make ME3 overall less weirdly bitter --though toning down the sexism in the entire game also works)

And I'm throwing a wildcard generated by a number generator for good measure:

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

That one's pretty easy! Here's a snippet from The Empire of Preys, from the perspective of the one and only, our favorite eugenist, racist and misandrist space frog: Dalatrass Linron!!!

(it's not edited, first draft, etc, thread with caution --also Dalatrass Linron's first name is Nemore)

Nemore ignored the alien’s brutish sturdiness to return the salarian his defiant gaze; a pastel shade that looked like a discreet blush, an unbecoming secret. He was young, his clothes baggy and practical and unkempt; used to run away from the local city watch, his angles sharpened by the toll of constant revolt, or the streets, or long-term overdose. She wondered whether his mother knew where he was, if she knew about the imprint that krogan claws left on his skin and how it was now overpowering the imprinting on her; whether these claws ever dug deep enough to soil her son’s blood.

She clenched her teeth. Her crusade had never been about saving everyone –especially not souls desperate to sink themselves back to lower cycles. The Salarian Union was a collective struggle, but collective didn’t imply all-encompassing. Nemore was well aware of the sacrifices left to make. All those wayward girls and motherless boys; tragically lost, incapable of being saved.

She wrenched her attention away from the nauseating pair, and back at the crowd chanting her name.

“They’re too close,” Nemore murmured to her security chief. “Get them away from my people.”

Thank you so much, those are really fun!

From this ask game!

#asks #fanfiction #mass effect critical #mass effect 2 #halfway home #the empire of preys #batarians #dalatrass linron #yes the snippet is in fact about a salarian and krogan punk boyfriends #fucking up dalatrass linron's rally #and we do stan

[trashyslashers]

Hello! Could I get a match-up? My name is Salem, and I would prefer a slasher if I could! I'm a She/Her bisexual (i have no preference on gender). I'm very tall (6'1) and I have fluffy dark brown curly hair that is usually a longer style pixie cut. Basically physically i am the big tiddy goth gf stereotype. I dress very alternative, mostly black with graphic movie tees. And obviously you have to have the eyeliner haha.

My personality is very reserved with people I don't know, but I try to be friendly with everyone I meet although many times i am suspicious of people as well. I am very sarcastic (and I dare say dirty minded) at times, and I love making jokes and seeing people laugh. I am somewhat people motivated, so whenever I find someone I like I will become very involved with said person. I also can be a bit protective over those I love. I can be a bit cold because I dont see things the same way as others. And I have a logical view of the world and those around me. My MBTI is also INTP

I'm a bit of a fanatic about movies (and really only become animated when talking about them) and I also adore animals of any kind. I love to draw digitally and irl, and plan on making a graphic novel someday. My love language is giving gifts and cuddling.

Thank you so much!!

I think you would capture the heart of Bubba Sawyer!

For starters, while it's not exactly the same as yours, Bubba also has curly, fluffy hair! He loves that your hair is almost like his own, and I can see him being a very tactile person when it comes to his partner, so he'll often play with your curls if you let him (and he's very gentle with you).

Bubba is very similar to you in the sense that when he finds someone he likes, he wants to become very involved with them. He grew up with his brothers and is used to a tight-knit, close, family dynamic, so that absolutely extends to his significant other. The fact that this is mutual makes him feel so giddy!

Because Bubba unfortunately does much, if not most, of the heavy lifting and "messy" work around the Sawyer residence, there are days where the two of you won't see each other as much as you'd like to. One of his favorite things to do when returning to you after a long day is to pull you into his arms (he's still taller than you! He can, and will, tuck you right against him) so the two of you can cuddle the stress and aches of the day away.

Bubba tends to get extremely anxious and sometimes downright afraid on his bad days, and unfortunately none of his brothers really help him calm down. Your logical approach to situations, as well as him and his brothers, actually helps a lot as you can reassure him in a way his brothers either can't, or won't.

Speaking of his brothers, I think Nubbins and Chop Top would like you quite a bit! While Drayton may not exactly love your sarcastic sense of humor, Chop Top and Nubbins sure as hell love your sarcastic and dirty-minded jokes. The fact that you're protective of those you love means that you'll fit in well with them, as the Sawyers tend to be protective of their own (though Bubba would rather die than have you put in any sort of dangerous situation where you have to protect him, and/or his brothers!).

Bubba would give you any gifts he could that he thought you'd like: jewelry from victims, little trinkets he either made himself or found (tooth bracelet, anyone? Though if you preferred something less morbid, how about one of buttons?), and so on. If any art supplies were found in the belongings of a trespasser, they'd most definitely go to you! But anything photography related goes to Nubbins, though. Sorry.

You and Bubba huddled up on the furniture with static-y movies on the old television set would quickly become an incredibly common sight in the house. Bubba doesn't mind you talking about the films while watching them, either - you could talk his ear off about random trivia related to the movie you were watching for its entirety and he wouldn't care one bit!

Thank you for the request, Salem - I hope it's to your liking!

#request #match ups #slasher matchups #slasher matchup #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #leatherface x reader

[purplesurveys]

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Any recent purchases? I got sooooooooo much pasalubong from my Thailand trip that I’ve barely spent anything on my current Malaysia trip, lol. But besides vacation expenses, the last big purchase I did was my new sneakers.

Have you ever thought about giving up on life completely? Well yes, many times. I wasn’t exactly the healthiest person mentally not too long ago.

Have you seen the entire Harry Potter series? Nope. I haven’t finished any of the movies, then book-wise I stopped at around the fifth book.

Do you still have both of your parents? I do.

Do you live very far away from Kansas? VERY far.

Do you enjoy cuddling? Sure, it’s cute. I haven’t done it in a while though.

Do you play video games? Just basic, family-friendly ones. I can never finish those that actually have a storyline, aka a good 90% of video games haha; I leave that skill to my sister and dad.

How many colors are in your hair right now? I just had it dyed earlier this month so the purple is still extremely dominant and vibrant and I don’t see much black growing back just yet.

Do you have your full license yet? As opposed to an...incomplete(?) license? Hahaha in any case yes I have my driver’s license. Kinda need it on me at all times as I drive a lot and you never know what establishments would ask an ID from me.

Do you have the same color eyes as your mother? Yes. Well all Filipinos have dark brown eyes anyway, so it’s not like we have a lot of wiggle room as far as physical features.

Does your significant other boss you around a lot? I’m not seeing anyone.

Do you prefer winter or summer? I wanna pick out winter even though I’ve never experienced it, just because I like feeling cold and I know what summer feels like (aka not pleasant).

Do you know anyone who has overdosed? Hmm. I don’t think so. Maybe just from gossip that goes around but I’ve never been invested to care or to stalk deep enough to figure out if it’s true.

Are you a fan of PDA (public displays of affection)? It’s whatever. I have the choice to look away if I think the couple looks gross. Otherwise, you do you. Love away!

Have you ever been put to sleep for surgery? I have not, and the thought terrifies me. What do you mean they’ll slice me open and I won’t even feel it? 😭

Where are your siblings as of now? They’re in their respective rooms in our Airbnb, most likely sleeping as it is currently 1:40 AM.

What color shirt are you wearing as of now? It’s white.

What is your favorite class? I’m not in school anymore but I always looked forward to history. Back in college I had a bit of freedom in terms of electives I could choose, and I made it a point to make most of them history majors classes, hehe.

Are you in love with someone right now? Nopes.

Can you speak any other languages than the one you’re fluent in? I’m fluent in both English and Filipino. I can understand extremely basic spoken Spanish and Korean, but I’d be a lot better reading either language.

Do you take a lot of photos? Nah. The only time I whip out my phone camera is if I’m going through an extremely new experience, which doesn’t happen a lot anyway. Topline examples: my Yoongi concert and ongoing vacations in Thailand + Malaysia.

When you were little, did you think band-aids healed everything? Yes. And the Asian way of healing wounds and bruises – blowing on them, lol.

Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? Not at all.

Where do you download music from? I use Spotify; I haven’t downloaded music in more than a decade.

Have you ever cheated on someone before? Never.

Have you ever attempted suicide? Yes more times than I can count.

Do you know what ‘irony’ means? Yes, but I will say the word sometimes still confuses me...it’s the reason I just opt to never use it in sentences hahahaha.

How many pillows do you normally sleep with? Two is more than enough.

Do you lose your remote often? I don’t really use remotes anymore. I can control stuff using my phone anyway.

Have you ever skipped class before? Yeah, mostly in college. If the class felt like a chore more than anything, I usually didn’t hesitate to cut if I felt lazy.

Are you a regular school skipper? I wouldn’t say I was a regular skipper, though I did have my fair share of cuts. In my school you had a max number of cuts before the prof failed you, and in most cases it was like 6 cuts per class – and for each class, I just budgeted those cuts across the semester. Like I never went over, but I didn’t waste those free absences either hahaha.

Do you have any Pay-per-View channels? No, we haven’t even had cable since the pandemic. We canceled our subscription and ever since then we’ve just been using YouTube, Netflix, and Disney+ to watch stuff on the TV.

Who, in your life, makes you feel discouraged? Nobody.

When was the last time you went bowling? Years ago.

Do you ever suspect your significant other of lying to you? Don’t have one.

Are you expected to help fix Thanksgiving dinner? I don’t celebrate that.

Is there anything bothering you right now? It’s our last day in Malaysia and everything goes back to normal for me tomorrow...eugh. The feeling is gross. My overall trip (including my stay in Bangkok) the last two weeks taught me a couple of things about how to live my life though...here’s hoping that feeling will be sustained even well after I’ve returned to Manila.

Would you like to talk to someone about it? No, I would rather process it by myself.

Do you live by any major bodies of water? Yeah, the Pacific Ocean + West Philippine Sea.

Do you tend to make the first move in a relationship? Historically, yes. I am not opposed to doing so again.

Do you spend a lot of time with family? As much as I can, especially when my dad is home.

How many times have you been to Disney World, if any? None.

Have you ever lost anyone close to cancer? Yes.

Have you ever been accused of being on drugs when you weren’t? Never.

Do you have a more quiet or loud voice? I use my louder voice more often, but I definitely know how to whisper. I point this out because I know so many people who only know how to speak loudly and seem to not know how to modulate their voice lol.

Do you personally know anyone who is transgender? Yes.

When was the last time you got a shot? Last April when I was getting followup shots after Cooper bit me in the face.

Can you play any instruments? If so, what are those instruments? Nope.

Do you have any diseases? No.

Have you ever been into a car accident? Yeah but they’ve all been relatively minor. I have never gotten hurt, fortunately.

[vaicomcas]

Thank you so much for you comliments.you have really been a great inspiration for me to start my own story

so you said that you agreed with someone else's post that you woulden't mind cas suffering if the story was about him, and I agree in fact I wouldn't mind if cas's suffering was actually doing anything for the plot, some times he suffered and it did not make any sense like in s12 we had two episodes 10 and 12 if I am not wrong and they did not discuss it any further. so where they even for?

the one with Lily gave a really good look at cas's past but a lot of people use it villanise cas and it angers me so much

SPN writers used all of their side characters as plot devices, I still haven't understood why crowely had to go.

Yeah, first of all I have never understood the desire for "happy ending" (but I know others such as my own husband who cannot fathom the appreciation or even tolerance of sad endings). That personal preference aside, any compelling character goes through hardship and suffering, just like in life everybody experiences pain and humiliation. The problem with the show is what extreme trauma they put Castiel through was not used to charactrize and develop his character and often not even acknowledged. For those of us who see Castiel as the main character, we experience him being pushed aside and used as a tool in his own story.

I actually really like the Lily Sunder episode, even though there is a lot in it that bothers me (the disrespect Dean showed both to Cas and to his angel buddies, the way they as always set Cas up to have to chose between his angel identity and the Winchesters, by making the angels evil of course, and did I mention Dean's assholery?), it is actually one of the few episodes that was all about Castiel, about who he is. I am glad I never saw those posts that villainize him for this episode (how? never mind don't tell me), I would be angered too.

I am not too sure about the point of "stuck in the middle with you" either. I think part of it is to up the ante on the Mary's "betrayal" arc, so they need some serious consequence that viewers would care about . The whole s12 is very depressing-- all about Castiel being down on himself but also his complete dedication to the Winchesters at the same time (this one, and later killing of Billie). Did they intend to show Castiel's dedication to Winchesters as part of him losing his agency? Because that would actually be refreshing, and would be consistent with the choosing Kelly/Jack part ("I've been so lost. I am not lost anymore"). But then as soon as he stopped being lost they killed him, and then it's back to him being sidekick again. They are kind of all over the place arent they? They neither developed the de*tiel thing (which was very palpable in s12) nor developed Castiel as his own character.

One of the worst example for me was when we learned that he got mind wiped over and over for at least thousands of years. It is so horrific but all they used that for was to set up first the "simulated killing of Dean" and then the crypt scene so they get that fake conflict arc with Dean. (It does seem like the show was promoting de*tiel here) Then, it was no longer mentioned ever again, and they immediately turn Naomi, the one who violated and tortured him over thousands of years, the one who murdered a restaurant full of innocent people in cold blood a few episodes ago, into a "good guy" who cares about people and wanted to reconcile with Castiel , and made him seem foolish for not trusting her on the spot, by making Dean wisely believing Naomi in contrast. It makes zero sense all around. Even later when they brought Naomi back she still gets to be some noble figure and Castiel doesn't even get to be mad at her for more than five seconds.

Later they make him go into Dean's mind and marvel "there is so much trauma". While Castiel's trauma, far exceeding any human could possibly imagine, was only used to build up Dean Winchester.

#ask #dean critical #justice for castiel #I am so verbose

[helleborerain]

When Dawn Settles: Brief Character Info

(Please Keep in mind this is a WIP for my VN, and changes will most likely take place)  

This will be reposted as designs of characters will be released

I have only officially released Silas so far as a character. While characters are still in the works, I have the rough draft of all the characters down so far. They will of course need to be altered and tweaked a bit before I start officially creating the demo, but I wanted to release some brief information about them.

There is at least six romantic interests (Silas, plus the five Romantic Survivors that MC has teamed up with). I am considering making the secondary antagonist at least ‘chase’ after the MC.

I would also like to point out....

While Silas had the potential to be the most dangerous or destructive love interest, that doesn't necessarily mean the others have a clean history or the best morals either.

Below are listed characters and rough draft of their plots

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MC (Main Character) (Default Name TBA) 

 They are survivors of the apocalypse with five others. They are either helping the other five get ready to move camp or interacting with Silas. They live in a small bedroom on the second floor that faces a shed and the open meadows of the village. They were originally a scout who watched out for zombies, but with less than two zombies showing up a month, they help the other survivors with tasks so they all can leave for the city.

MC is a character made to represent whatever the player wants. MC is the character that the player controls. Their actions and dialogue of the player.

The player will be able to select the gender of the MC, as well as their preferred pronouns.

I haven't created an official design for MC, but I will most likely play around with an AMAB, AFAB, and Non-binary design for fun

I do plan on creating an empty sheet where anyone can create their own version of MC when things are a little bit more established.

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Silas

Age: Mid-Twenties

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Weapon/Skills: Machete and Manipulation

You weren't aware there was another survivor in the area until this unknown man saved you from a zombie. Though in all honesty, you aren't sure where he came from. He's tattered, pale, and almost sickly in appearance.

But he seems kind, and helpful, and he has kept you safe. Something just seems off about him... Oh well. He is helping your group move to the city after all.

He's oddly cold to the touch…maybe that's why he calls you his Warmth.

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Oakley

Age: Late Twenties (28-29)

Pronouns: Any

Weapons/Skills: Skillet and Housekeeping

The pacifist and most caring of the group! They aren’t much of a fighter but what they lack in fighting and guts, they make up in kindness, creativity, and interpersonal skills! They have even found a way to preserve a small garden! Oakley mostly is found throughout the farmhouse and has taken up the living room couch as their room. They are the best cook, and cleaners, which they feel is the only reason why they have been allowed to stay in the group.

If you’re in need of cheering up, a hot meal, or to decompress, Oakley is the best person to go to! Though their positivity can be somewhat unrealistic and forced. They mean well of course. After all, good things happen to those who wait...

Right?

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Dominick

Age: Young Adult (think 19-20)

Pronouns: He/They Him/Them His/Their's

Weapon/Skills: Screwdriver and Speed

The Runner of your group. He is the fastest out of the five survivors. Dominick is usually tasked with gathering supplies from the abandoned gas station. Dominick is usually quiet, and when he’s not out on a run, he’s up in his room which is the attic of the farmhouse. He’s extremely useful to have if you need supplies!

They have an obsession with a small hand-held radio, that he had been working on since everyone first got on the bus. He hasn’t exactly explained why he tinkers with it, but when it does work, it seems to pick up on the city’s radio station. only to tear into static seconds later. While everyone has told him to give up on it, he continues to try and fix it desperately.

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Theresa (Tessa)

Age: Mid-Twenties

Pronouns: She/Her/Her’s

Weapons: Drugs/Needles and Medical Knowledge

Good thing you all have a medical student in your mix! Tessa is extremely helpful when it comes to healing anything from cuts, to colds. The only reason you all have probably managed to stay alive is because of her brain. Soft spoken and unfortunately direct, she hasn’t exactly adopted a bed-side manner yet. That’s what school WAS for. But she appreciates patience and humor of the group. She sleeps in the basement of the farmhouse, so she has room work.

It’s not much of a fighters, as her medication can’t do much against the zombies, but she is working on a drug to try and aid against any zombie that crosses her path. She is very determined to personally stop any zombie that she sees. Though she seems paranoid even at the sounds of the foundation settling...

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Valerio (Val)

Age: Mid- 30s (Idk I felt like a DILF character was needed)

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Weapon/Skills: Shotgun and Management skills

Val is the oldest but not so wisest of the group. He’s is the grouchy bus driver, turned Marksmen that got you all stranded in the middle of nowhere. Well, maybe you should be thanking him. After all, if you were in the city when the outbreaks happened, you’d all be dead. Anyway, he figures he’s cool with shooting at any zombie that shows its ugly face up from his master bedroom window.

Though he’s been on edge lately. Maybe it’s because the gas station is running out of cigarettes... Maybe it’s because he’s claiming to see something or someone that’s not there. Just standing in the meadow. Watching you all.

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Legend

Age: Mid-Twenties

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Weapons/Skills: Metal Pipe and Desensitization

...No one knows what his actual name is. He just is determined to go by Legend. Cocky, ruthless, brave, and spirited, Legend is the guard and hunter in the group. He is the strongest in the group. He is willing to use whatever it takes to keep the group safe and to get them to the city which makes him impulsive, and a bit hot-headed.

Legend is also tasked with a lot of the ‘dirty’ work which consists of killing zombies and getting rid of the bodies. He seems to laugh at it or shrug it off. He tries to make a lot of dark humor towards the whole situation. He even jokingly named the figure hiding in the meadow.

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Rx

Age: ???

Pronouns: He/They

Weapons/Skills:Ḩ̸̢̢̨̣͕͇̖͚̫͉͉̜̮̯̟̱͍̼͎̌͗̍̌͋̈́́̐̿͒̐͐̂͒̈̈́̀͠͝͝ͅę̴̨̢̢̨̬̹̟̼͈͓̫̬̬͙͖̼̯̫̤͎̜̰̩͈̞̩̙̣̗̣̰͍̣̲̯͕̟̜̭͔͈̻̼͎̫͍͕̫̖͇͎̥̮̜̝̱̪̖̎̿͒̏̃̀̌̋͆͘͜͠ͅͅ ̷̢̛̳̤͍̲͔͙̻̤̜̣̰͍͕̞͚̣͕̺̠̩̭̺͓̟̙̙̝̩̙̫̣̺͕̩̲̖̥̝̼̟̭̮̥̯͛̅̐͋͊̍̊̂̋̓̀̈́̉̌̿̓͆̍ͅͅͅi̷̧̧̢̧̢̡̠͎͍̺͉͚͉̹̪̯̺̳͎̜̹̭͈̜̲̥̱̝̠̠̩̹͇̱͎͖̣̝̹͎̗̮͔̭̎͌͛̅̓͑͐̍͜͜͜͜͝͝͠ͅş̷̡̨̨̢̧̢̧̨̗̺̱̥͔͍͚̪̰͚͕͓̜̯͙͎̭̖͚̜̙̬̺̻̹̦͕̟̪̗̯̫͍̝̜̘̬̮̙̝͙̪̯̬͈͉͇̺̹̰̯̲̲̺̰̤̻̣̉̈͐͑͛̔͋̈́̇̈́̄́̾͒͋̊̈́͘͘̚͘͜͜͝͝ ̸̢̨̛̛̩̲͇̻̬̻̻̞̬͇̩̻͚͎̗͇̳̪̜͉̻̯̗͎̺̹͂̀̅̋̊̊̍́͐̾͋̈́̾̓́́̈́̑͂̂̽̒̈́̉̂̈́͆̓̌̾̃͊͂̌̓̆͆̉̽̌̈́̑̔͒̏͑͆͌̄́͛͛̿̌̋̇͘͘͠͝͠͠͝͠͠͝ͅţ̷̢̢̡̢̢̨̢̨̧̨̛̻̪͎̹̣͙̤̩͙̜̪͔̮̥͎͇̪̝̯̘̜̬̜̭̳̖̦̲͍̺͔̯̫̠̻͉͕̱͕͕̥͓̞̯͖̜͓̲̠͕̈́͌̀̊̋̌̎̃̊̾̓̏͆͋̔̾̈͋̃͊̎̊̎͌̃̇̍̈̓́̿̾͐͂͆͗̽̾̈́̽̄͋̾̍̈̃̽̂̕̕͘͘͜͜͝͠͝͠͝ͅh̷̡̛̛̤̳̞͍̗̞͍̱̝̯̹̺͕̣͈̰̲͚̤̦̯͓̗̹̰͉͚̟̼̗̣̖̗͇̻̼̖͉͚̖̳̠̯͗̅͆̔̆̾͒́͑̅̐̍̔̋̋̀̏͒͂̿̆̃̈́͗͊̂̀̓̏̍͛͊̐̓̌̽̔̂̍̐̇͑͒̕͘͜͜͜e̸̡̧̧͔̥͚̟̼̫̟͕͉̯̞̦͕͇̜͈̩̫͖̘͙̱̦̤̜̯̥͋͆̌̈̈́͛̄̆̃̑̈́̐́͆̄̐͝͝ͅͅ ̴̨̨̧̧̢̪͔̩̣͔̬̘̤̰͇̹͍̻̜͉̬̱͓̰̭̣͚͍̪͖͉̜̻̭͙̲̹̲̪̞̲̝͔͖͚͙͍͊͊́̂͒͐́͛́́̅̀̋͐̆̽̀̓͋̈́̊̈̇̆̿́̀̉̉͋̏̌͋̆́̎͑́̏̈́͆́̌͐͌͂́͗̀̈́͋͑͌͘͘͘̚͘͜͝͝ͅç̸̨̢̡̛̛̖̬͙̭̘͖͓̜̤̩̠͙͓̱̪͉̥̠̳̱͔̞̺̻̩̜̰͔̯͉̜̭͚̲̝̼̗̯̬̰̤̏̿̔̎́͛̈́̎͊͒̒̉̌̐̈́̂̈́͊̀̃̉͌͂̈́̓̅̇̈́̋́̂̏͒̑̌͒͠͝ͅư̴̧̧̨̨̧̛̟̮̼̥̪̤̭̰͇͖͙͓͙͉̭̺̼͔͉̬̠̲͉̯̘̭͈̖̠͖̟̣̞̯̓͆̉̔̑̍͋̿͆̇̊̐̏́̈́͂͗̂̆̍̍̓͋̋̌̉̓͋̔̑̅̓̏̇͊͌̈́͆̽̇́̒͒̊̏͒͆̈́̀̑͐͋̈́̏̆̓͘̕̚̕͜͜͝͠r̴̨̨̧̛̛̰̠̠͔̼̦̩̙̺̜͍͓͇̭̜̳̫͇̰͎̖͕̰̰̼͖̗̭̬̫̩̥̼͈̦̬̞̘̹̺̜̫̙͍͉͓̤̬͎̬̦͙̯̱̥̤͓͍̿̀͛͐̃̄͒̽̇̂̐̑͛̅͐̓́̈́͆̅̐͗͊̊͌̍̓̄̏̑̀̄̈́̌̍͑̑̾̾̈̄̀́͂̈̽̿͛̎͐́͗̈́̕̚͘͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͝͝͠ͅȩ̶̡͇̜̹̞͙̮̣͓̙͙̱̠̩̼̱̜̟̭̞̞̫̗̣̪̦͈̝͈̭̟̄͑̽̒̆̔̅̂̌̾̊̆̉̈̄̅́̀͋̎̔͗́̔̇̎̀̿̐̐̀̾̎̽̀̇̑̅͛͐̊̈́̚̚͜͝͝ͅ, ̴̨̛̛̛͈̟̗͔̲̳̬̖̜̘̱̲̠͖̟̳͙̞͎̲̥͖̻̝̱͙̳̟͈̣̳̼͇̠͔͈̻̖̈̒̎̓̆̄̈́́̈̂͑̽̈́̒̍̓̀̓͆̊͊͑̾̀̑̉̐̀̈̒͗̂̆̀̂̈̽̀̽̋̏̈́̏̇͒̎͜͜͜͜͝͠͠ÿ̷̧̢̡̛̞͈͍̜͉̳̣̳̲̥͕̯̟̥̺̘͔̤̪̜̳̺͈͉̳̮̫̮̲̞̩̪̺̙͙̳̯̖̟̳̺̦̳̠͉͈̜̽̐̀͂͑̽̉̍͑̈́̐̉͂̌͛̈́͒̊̍́̊̏͗̏̅̌̕͝ợ̸̧̡͎͆̈́̒͑̃̾͛̃̉͌̿̓̈͊͑̊̈́̀̏͊͆̉̈̿͌̑͐̉͒͐̅̈̊̾͐̀̊̔͋̆̑͊̌̋̓̅͗̈̿́̓̌͆̀̋̃͗̕̚͘̕͝͝͝͠͝͝ư̵̛̥͎͕̥̗̙͓͖͓̫͔̲͈̼̲̈́̐́̈́́̎͋̄̈̽̏͊̑̊̋̾͐̍̌̎͊̂͑̈͋͆́̈̈́́͛̅̍̂̊͗̊̏́̅̊͂̈́́͛͒̊̈̕̕̚͝͝͝͝ ̶̧̨̧̡̛̛̯̝̭͈̳̳̫̪͕̥̜͕̰̤̳̙̮̝̥̫̜̮̠͓̰͇̪̭̭̜̜̹͈̤̺̻͍̣͈̱̦̻̭̖̳̱̱͇̹̻̞͈̬̖̱̼̌͑͛̇͂̆́̂́͂͛̐̅̀̆̈́̿͂̽̊͊͆͛̂̃̇̀̄̽̔͗̉̆̅̂̊̌̈͆̄̓̋̀̇͑́̔͑̑͛̈́̚̕̕̕͠f̷̨̢̨̨̧̢̧̛̛͎̤̜̠̟͓̗̥͙̺̹̤͇͍̲̜̜͈̣͈̭͕̳̤̠͍͖̫̲̩̲̰̬͍̻̠̤͙̪͔̫̞̜̱̙͔̺͗̏̾̏͑̍͂̑̂̈́͐̀͐́̊́̈̀̐͆̓̆̄̈́̄̂̍͌̌̅̓͌̂̄̀̄̇̈́̆̐͛̇̽̂̕͘̚͜͝͝͝͝͠͝͝ö̸̺̱̙̝̯̰́͊̎͑͋̀́̽̓̍̔̄̐̑̈̽͌̅̎̑̆̚͝ͅͅơ̶̧̡̡̛̛̖̙̗͕̩̩̯͕̤͇͋̈́̋̀̆̂́͊̉̓̃̌̍͂͂̂͗̇̔̽͊̽͐͐́͐̿͆̑͆͑́̃͑́̋͋̄̔̔͒̀͐̉͛͊͆́͘̚̚̕͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͝ͅl̶̢̢̮̺̰̥͖̖̳̻͖͇͓̞̓̓͛̾͊̌̂̊̆̍̒́̇̔̄͛̋͒́͂̽͂̍̅̆̇̀̃͑̒͘̕̕͝͝ͅs̶̨̢̧̢̢̡̡͚̼̮̬͖̖̝̩̜͎̰͖̤̳̦̜̩̱̪̝͕̮̟̟̰͕̩̩̦̠̞̮̘͇͙̲̬͎͎͙̀͋̐̓̌̊̔̎͊̌͆̀̐͛̎̾͑ͅͅ

The unknown that Legend named, is based on the fact that he wears a long trenchcoat and gas mask making him look like a modern plague doctor. He is not trying to hide from you survivors. He wants you to know that he's just standing there and watching you all.

Nobody knows what he wants. 

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❝Hi! I'm here for the valentine match-up if you still got spots left.  I use she/them, and I have identified as pansexual, but now I'm questioning if I have it easier sexually with men because of attraction, or if I respect women too much. I've grudged about my personality for ages so I'm going to try to make it so easy to the point it sounds weird. To start of, I'm an infj 5w6 so/sx 512 rCOAI. To strangers, I'm a good talker and have contole over my life, I hold great speeches but I can get a tendency to speak too fast. My friends normally describe me as cold and sassy, repeatedly compared to characters like Moriarty or Mr. House. With my closest friends, they describe me as very loyal and loving, with a strong motivation to what I do. And I think I act more extroverted and lively with them. I view myself as very emotional. I'm very good at hiding it, except for when I play games(mostly boardgames). I can hold a poker face, but there are times where I get too excited and laugh. It could mean I am a bad loser/winner, but I'm usually too happy to care how I end up. My favourite games are murdergames(not literally ofcourse, I just hope you are familiar with those), chess, or volleyball. But few people around me likes those games, so I keep to art. I study graphic design, but I want to create series in the future. My favourite subject are science and math(I haven't started psychology yet). I'm not really a fan of economy or politics. I like reading books, but I'm incredibly picky, so there are only a few I've actually finished. But in genre I prefer mystery/crime, and non-fiction, (fantasy-adventure can also be added, but I'm extremely picky since it's such a big genre) before young-adult and romance The fandoms I'm looking for are Bungou Stray Dogs and Black Butler. Hope I made it in time, but either way, have a good day/night ;)❞ anon

ੈ♡˳ 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄!

♡ fellow INFJ Sigma is drawn to how you're introverted but can act like an extrovert around those you love. You're a balance of calm and friendly that draws him in.

♡ you're a very driven person and that's something he admires a lot. The casino is his whole life and he works tirelessly to keep it running like clockwork so the fact you have your foreseeable future planned out and have such strong motivation is something he finds really attractive about you.

♡ despite his mask of being so cool, collected and effortlessly efficient, Sigma is a very insecure man and is actually a rather timid one too. Your cool and sassy personality inspires him and come of that confidence of his rubs off on him too.

ੈ♡˳ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄?

♡ while the two of you get acquainted, I can see Sigma teaching you some casino games seeing as you've already shown such interest in board games (he really enjoys playing chess with you!), he's arranged an evening of games at the casino, all debts to be dissolved by him at the end of the night so you can have some carefree fun!

♡ any mocktails/cocktails you'd like are served to you all evening and Sigma can't help but walk around with a love-struck smile on his face because he's got you by his side. He really makes sure that you get the full Sky Casino VIP treatment.

♡ and by the end of the evening, he has one of the casino's best suites prepared for you and some of your favourite board games should you be up for continuing. He's had room service bring your favourite foods and drinks too. He wants to spend the rest of the evening between just the two of you.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: My first time writing for Sigma! I hope you’ve enjoyed taking part in my Valentine’s event!!

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