#preferably if the teens have no/little prior involvement with one another

[vendingmachineheart]

Big fan of that one weirdly specific trope that’s like:

All our parents have a secret past where they were involved with some cult/organization/crime and we, the teen protagonists, are now collectively wrapped up in the actions/mysteries we had no idea our families were hiding.

#preferably via supernatural means #preferably in a small town #preferably if the teens have no/little prior involvement with one another #I can’t think of a good example right now that wasn’t actually shit media #but I kid you not I only watched Riverdale season 3 cause I ate this shit up #the goosebumps series is doing this too and I think that and miles McKenna are the only reason I’m still watching #favorite tropes #tropes #writing tropes #perfect opportunity for found family too #like my family’s all murderers but you losers are kinda cool #I don’t even know how else to tag this to reach more people

[romanreignseater]

This Is Cinema.

Jey Uso x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; consensual pornography & rough times 🤫.

“You know what they say about the Bloodline, them boys make CINEMA!!”

A/N: That Jimmy fic is on hold until further notice 😤 (that boy made me so mad). I do have another Jey fic, but this was TOOO good for me to not upload first!! Hope you enjoy 💋!!”

GIF: @jeygif

Another day of work, another asshole to deal with.

Or so you thought.

Working as “pornstar”, but your preferred term of “adult film star”, was something you didn’t see yourself doing when you were a teen. The idea of getting nude in front of a camera with loads of crew surrounding as you do something that seems so sacred was weird to you back then. But, once college didn’t work out, you had other plans.

One of your homegirls who started off doing porn and soon ventured into the world of OnlyFans gave you the idea to start. And honestly… it was one of the best decisions you’ve made!!

You were soon living lavishly in Tampa, Florida, with $6 million to your name, the most gorgeous mansion, a brand new bright pink Range Rover, the cutest teacup poodle named Rex, food in your fridge, and bills paid. All in under a year.

Regardless of what people may say about you on the internet… sweetheart they were paying your bills.

You were working with some of the best in the industry and millions of views on those videos. Your career seemed to be at its pinnacle, but your manager informed you that there was a group of men starting off in the industry and absolutely taking over. In a little over five months, they were rated the top pornstars in the world.

Hundreds of millions of views on each of their videos and numerous women wanting to start a career just to be able to be near them. Working with them would not only boost your career even further, but to get a chance to fuck a handsome ass Samoan, yes please. In the words of your manager, “We gotta get that dick.”

An interesting choice of words, but you trusted every piece of advice she gave you. Soon, you were on a flight to the ATL to meet up with one of the members of the infamous group.

Doing your research the night prior to your flight, there were three brothers and a cousin. Roman, the cousin, was the oldest and definitely the biggest. A set of twins, Jimmy and Jey, and their younger brother, Solo, who didn’t look so little.

Roman was the one who wasn’t the most booked, as he only worked with the best of the best. Viewers only seeing his work every once in a while. But, when he dropped a video you knew it was gonna be heat. The absolute passion in his strokes and darkness in his eyes made you bite your lip at his raw manly magnitude.

Jimmy was fairly booked, with his whole month practically full. Most of his content involved acting with a lot of backstory. Really diving deep into massive rounds of role play and foreplay. That boy didn’t play games once that time came around though.

Next was Solo. He was working with a lot of underground stars and still reaching the levels of the ones older than him. Yet, he picked up those levels quick. Reaching the heights of his family and making women reach their climax at the same time.

But, the one who really caught your eyes was Jey. He was the definition of your ideal man. His warm-looking tan skin, his beautiful curly mullet, sexy ass style, big meaty thighs and muscles, and those grills. The way he fucked made you shrivel in your panties. He was a beast with a lot of mouth, just the way you liked it. His style consisted more of an interview at the beginning with a little foreplay and then straight to business. Asking girls about what turns them on the most and what he’s gonna do to them. Making each and every woman who set foot near him blush heavily.

And let’s not get started about that dick.

Definitely a 9-incher, big and heavy looking balls that laid nicely underneath his cock. A luscious pink mushroom tip, with meaty veins that trailed down to his trimmed hair. Now, it’s getting really hot and the thoughts of what he could do to you couldn’t stop dancing around your head.

After some more internet stalking, the time flew by and your flight approached.

Knowing that he stayed in ATL made you absolutely happy. Your manager wouldn’t let you know who exactly you’d be working with, but as soon as you saw your ticket, you knew you were in for a treat and rude awakening.

Dressing your absolute best in a grey Skims shirt and matching miniskirt, that barely covered your ass… perfect.

Wig secured down by some industrial glue and an opt out for the lashes, knowing they’d come off. But, mascara is a must.

On your way there, you couldn’t contain the excitement you felt. Watching some of his work that night before and earlier that day, you knew what he liked, how he acted, and how he wanted it. All the little things that made him tick and shiver.

You were seriously on demon time.

Even though, you felt as though you were throughly experienced and quite the pro. The flashing lights and big cameras still made you very nervous. In the beginning, your parents weren’t very supportive, but once they saw you had a roof over your head and food to eat, that’s all that mattered to them. But, sometimes the days didn’t get any easier. Luckily, your manager was a real one and knew how to calm you down.

After meeting all members of the crew, and the camera and director you and Jey would be working closely with today, you got touched up as you awaited Jey’s arrival.

“Nervous?!” The makeup artist asked you. Laughing slightly, you nonchalantly ignored your jitters and told her you were fine. All that anxious behavior would only arise and the man of the hour arrived.

He looked absolutely scrumptious in a pair of white joggers and a white Nike Tech with no shirt on underneath. His Cuban link chains shining in the sunlight and his cross earring dangling from his one ear.

Your cunt just throbbed at the sight of him. “Hello Ms. Y/N?! Is anyone in there?!” Completely zoned out and you didn’t even realize it, Jey waved his big hand in your face to catch your attention. His dimple prominent as he was quite amused by your expression.

“Hey Jey nice to meet you. Sorry… I just zoned out for a second.” Reaching out to shake his hand, he kindly refused. “It’s no problem, but I don’t shake hands I’m more of a hugger.” Flustered by his comment you arose from your chair and were soon enveloped into his burly arms.

His arms were thick and wrapped around your waist securely, his warm chest pressed against yours, as you felt your nipples harden. The feeling of his semi-hard dick rest against your thigh made you bit your lip and hold your arms around his neck tighter. “You out here showing out, I see you and your little miniskirt.” Spinning you around at 180 degrees, he stopped when your back faced his front.

Obviously entertained by his comments, you decided to show out a little more. Bending over slightly and giving him a little shake, Jey took the opportunity to give your ass an ample smack. “Uh oh, we got a lotta chemistry over here, don’t we?!” The producer of our film walked over to us as we were sharing a moment.

Both of us blushed at the producers comments. Damn right we have chemistry, but we really are gonna see once those cameras turn on. “But, we need more of that on the screen, so let’s get filming.” Turning back around to you, Jey gave you a wet kiss on the cheek and winked at you as he headed to the living room.

He is something else.

————————————————————————

“In 5, 4, 3, 2… 1.”

“Alright, well look at who we have here. We got the Queen of Screams, Y/N in the building. And the Leader Beater, Jey.” Both of us have a wave and proper introduction to the camera as we laughed at the names the producer gave us.

“I just gotta say you guys just sitting next to each other is already a movie.”

“Maybe I need to move a little more closer to him then.” Snuggling up by his side as gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Jey’s arm was placed on the back of the couch with his legs fully spread, giving a beautiful of his already hard dick. You crossed you legs to staf off that feeling of what he would do to you tonight.

“You already know what it is Uce. I got one of the baddest in the game next to me and I’ve been waiting to get my hands on that ass.”

“Ooooo, Jey got all the smoke about you Y/N. You know that ass is viral!!”

Rolling you eyes slightly, you casually smirked as you began to open your mouth. “I got all the smoke behind him too. I’ve been waiting to dig into him for a while.” Your hand left your right thigh as you palmed him through his white sweats, feeling all of his girth.

“Okayyy, Jey how we feeling about that?!!”

“I’m feeling real good about that Uce. Like the feeling is only rising from here.” Removing your hand from his length, you put your head down as you laughed at his comment.

“She bout to be a REALLLL problem Uce!!” Jey’s hand traveled from the back of the couch to your ass as he palmed and massaged it. Returning the favor, you returned your hand back onto his dick.

“Tim, you need to speed this up a little don’t you think?!” Biting your lip and looking Jey dead in his chocolate brown eyes.

“She’s on demon time Jey.”

Jey simply nodded his head at the camera with a smile on his face as you threw your head back in laughter. “But, you gotta show me a little something bae.”

“What you wanna see?!”

Jey intently stared at your chest, barely taking his eyes off of them. “I think he wants to see my tits.” You giggled as you sensually removed your top, letting your breasts out on full display. Jey took a sharp intake of his breath as he admired your ample assets. You played with them first as you stuck your tongue out of your mouth, letting your saliva drip down onto them.

“Why yo ass so scared Jey?!” He quickly snapped out of your trance and gave you a questioning look. “I ain’t ever scared.”

“Prove it.”

Jey dove straight into the middle of your breasts, motorboating himself. You giggled as you took the back of his head into your hands. Things took a sharp turn when he massaged both of your sensitive breasts in his hands and began sucking on each nipples. Covering them in the upmost amount of saliva.

Bringing himself back into an upright position, he sat back and played with your tits. In awe of the dangly Hello Kitty nipple piercing you had on your right tit. “That fuckin’ piercing go crazy Uce, get a closeup on that.” As the cameraman went in to get a closeup, Jey shook your tits from side to side giving himself and the viewers a show.

“He’s having a lot of fun.” Jey gave the camera another sly look as he continued to play with your breasts. “But, I know he’s gonna have more fun with this.” Removing his hands from you, your chest now faces the back of the couch and your knees now pressed up against the seat cushion. You could hear a whistle coming from Jey’s mouth as you gently shook your ass, letting your miniskirt rise showcasing your lovely pink thong.

“This what I’m taking about baby.” Jey bit his lip as his head neared your ass, giving it a wonderful spank, kiss, and caress. “I’m done with this. I’m ready to get in the field.”

“Wow Y/N, I don’t think we’ve ever seen Jey skip over the interview so fast. We got only about four minutes of footage.”

“Four minutes is enough, come baby.” You yelped as Jey took you into his arms and walked to the bed placed off camera.

“I guess I just got the magic touch.”

“Damn right she do. Take that shit off for me mama.”

Tossing you onto the plush bed, you followed his orders and removed your skirt and panties. Your cunt on full display: wet, warm, pink, and soft. You began to play with your pearl as you stared into Jey’s now dark eyes. He slowly started to undo the ties in his sweats. “Keep playing with it baby, I need that pussy real wet when I fuck it.”

Him telling you to continue masturbating in front of him already drove you over the edge, but wanting you real wet when he fucked you, sent you to the moon.

“Unhhh… my pussy’s so wet for you daddy.” Jey was now in his PSD boxers, playing with his clothed cock at the same pace as you. You both stared sensually into each others eyes as Jey finally became nude. Your eyes couldn’t help but to trail down to his massive length, taking in all its magnificent glory.

“Yo ass looking at it real bad, come give it a taste.” Swiftly, you positioned yourself ass up face down as you took his dick into your small hands. Licking at his swollen head, you captured his bead of pre-cum. Closing your eyes and savoring the taste.

Jey’s head leaned back as you enveloped his entire cock into your mouth, all the way to the base. “Fuckkk, that throat ain’t no joke for real.” Not only were you known for your ass, the way you seemed to swallow a dick up so easily was also a topic of discussion.

You sloppily cover his entire length in your saliva, balls and all. You barely even gagged as he reached the back of your throat. Jey’s head lolled back as he revel in the feeling of your throat swallowing him whole like it was nothing. Bobbing your head up and down, twirling circles around his dick, and playing with his balls. “I-I-I-I c-an’t.”

Jey immediately pushed you away as he shivered at the immense amount of pleasure he was receiving, that he had to stop you. “We can’t be going too crazy so fast now. Stay bent over like that baby.” Arching your back even further, Jey assumed the position behind you.

Massaging your ass oh so heavenly. “That ass is something dangerous mama.” Blushing, you began to shake your ass back reaching to feel his dick. He just stood still as he admired your lewd attempts to fuck yourself against him.

Your pussy finally found his cock and you moaned as you gently pushed it into yourself. “Oooo Daddy, that feels so good already.” Jey grabbed your hips in order to get himself inside of you faster. “That pussy so tighttt.”

You bit your lip and looked into the camera as Jey bottomed out into you and began fucking you slowly. “Hey Jey, I swear you got more than that. Give the girl what she wants.”

Jey paused as you looked back at him. “Many girls can’t handle this and then they tap out.”

“I don’t tap out sweetheart. Do your worst.”

Jey pushed your head down into the mattress, as well as pushing your back down slightly more. He spread your legs further and held your juicy hips. He whispered to the camera, “She ain’t ready.”

Jey soon began to absolutely berating your cunt into oblivion. Your nails almost broke as you clawed at the sheets so roughly. Your ass bounced off of his taut abs as if a basketball was being dribbled on a court.

Your screams muffled into the mat as he didn’t cease his ministrations. His hand stayed trained on the back of your head as your nails scratched up his forearm.

“I told you yo’ ass ain’t ready. Tell the world your ass wasn’t ready!!” He pulled your head up as your face was covered in mascara stained tears and forced you to stare into the camera. The cameraman moved to get a closeup. “Tell the world yo’ ass can’t take it.”

Eyes rolled all the way to the back of your head and a big smile on your face, you proudly spoke. “I ca—n take i-i-it wo-rld.” A moan in each break of your sentence as you took Jey’s dick like a champ.

“She lasted longer than the rest, I ain’t gonna lie.” Your head fell back into the sheets as pulled both of your arms to your lower back. You soon began squirting and screaming like a mad woman, nearly as if someone was murdering you.

Well… you were definitely getting murdered in a different way.

“Fuckkkk, baby I’m about to cum. Keep squeezing me just like that.”

Your cunt never stopped clenching as Jey’s cum soon entered your quaking pussy. Jey beat seven hard strokes into your cunt, ensuring that he got every single drop into you.

You shivered as he left the warmth of pussy. You lied back against the bed and but your lip as Jey gave you a sloppy wet kiss.

“How was that guys?!”

“That was cinema.” We said in unison.

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THE END.

I actually think this is my longest fic to date. Why are all my Jey fics so long?!?! I wanna do a Roman fic give some ideas for Big Uce 💝💝🤪!!!

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[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

Back at it again with my self-indulgent comic posts. This time! It’s Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow #3, perhaps the most tonally-distinct entry yet, with shades of The Twilight Zone. 

Spoilers!

So, as mentioned, this issue is the most deliberate in terms of both its pacing and its tone, IMO.

What is that tone, you ask?

To quote Alex Danvers, from “Midvale”: Hello, darkness.

THE STORY:

Kara and Ruthye are still looking for Krem Clues in the alien town of Maypole.

(Which is actually just Small Town, USA, complete with vintage 50s aesthetics.)

But the locals are clearly hiding something! So Kara and Ruthye continue to investigate, and they eventually discover what it was that the residents of Maypole were so keen to keep hidden. 

Genocide, basically. 

As I said, this issue struck me as very Twilight Zone; a genre story involving the build-up to a dark twist, all set against the backdrop of an idyllic small town. (Think, like, “The Monsters are Due on Maple Street” but instead of focusing on the Red Scare, it’s classism and racism.)

The wealthier blue aliens kicked all of the purple aliens out of town, and when space pirates showed up to pillage and plunder, the blue aliens made a deal with them: the lives of the purple aliens in exchange for their safety.  

Which is where the episodic story connects to the larger mission; it was Krem who suggested the trade, and then joined up with the Brigands (space pirates) when he was freed by the blue aliens.

The issue ends with no tidy resolution to the terrible things Kara and Ruthye discovered, but they do have a lead on where to find Krem, now, as well as Barbond’s Brigands.

KARA-CTERIZATION:

Ironically, it’s here, in the darkest chapter yet, that we get the closest to what might be considered ‘classic’ Kara. 

Which I think comes down to that aforementioned deliberate pace--this issue is a little slower, a little quieter. It gives the characters some room to breathe.

That’s not to say Crusty Kara is gone. Oh no. She is still very much Crusty. XD 

But anyways. A list! Of Kara moments I loved!

I mentioned a few of these in a prior post when the preview pages came out: I like the moment where Kara blows down the guy’s house of cards, and I like that the action is echoed later in the issue when she grabs the mayor’s desk and tosses it aside. A nice visual representation of the escalation of Kara being, like. Done with these creeps. (Creeps is an understatement but you get the idea.)

Another one from the preview pages: Kara explains to Ruthye that her super hearing won’t necessarily help her detect a lie, especially if she’s dealing with an alien species she’s not familiar with.

It not only reveals her level of competence and understanding of her super powers, it also shows that, you know. She’s a thinker. She’s smart. 

Amazing! Showing, rather than telling us, that Kara is smart! Without mentioning the science guild at all wow hey wow.

(Sorry, pointed criticism of the SG show fandom.)

Anyways.

I dig the PJs! 

And Kara catching the bullet! Not only are the poses and character acting great, it’s also a neat bit of panel composition:

We start with Ruthye’s POV, and then move to the wide shot of the room. The panel where Kara actually catches the bullet is down and to the side of the wide shot panel--we move our eyes the way her body/arm would have to move to intercept the bullet. Physicality in static, 2D images!

Also, like. It’s a very tense moment, life-or-death, but. Ruthye’s wide-eyed surprise at the bullet in Kara’s hand? Kind of adorable. 

I was pretty much prepared for the page of Kara shielding Ruthye from the gunfire to be the highlight--it was one of the first pages King shared and I was like, ‘yeah, YEAH.’ But, shockingly? The TRUE highlight of the issue?

Where do I BEGIN?!?!

EVERYTHING. About this moment. Is lovely.

From Kara holding Ruthye above the bench to explaining the concept of a piggyback ride, to telling her:

“I’m going to hold my hands here, and these hands can turn coal into diamonds, so they’re not going to let go. I’m going to keep you safe.”

HNNNNNNNNNNNG.

Ruthye’s narration--about how Kara had avoided flying as she was concerned it would freak Ruthye out--just adds a whole additional layer of YES, GOOD, YES, and her line on that splash page is great: “You see, all that time, she was worried about me.”

HNNNNNNNNNNNG. AGAIN.

To say nothing of the STELLAR ARTWORK.

And SPEAKING of that stellar artwork, Evely and Lopes continue to knock it out of the park. Each issue is distinct and beautifully crafted, a true joy to look at.

Before I jump into more of the art, a few final notes of character stuff in general.

Ruthye is the one most affected by the experience in Maypole, as she can’t comprehend how a society of people that look so nice and gentle and peaceful could have been party to such a horrible act.

One of the big criticisms of the book thus far is that Supergirl is not the main character, and I guess I can agree with that observation. Typically, in Western media, the main character is the one who goes through the most change in the story. 

And, yeah. That’s Ruthye.

As I was reading the end, where Ruthye sits on the curb and Kara hugs her, I was imagining how the scene would’ve played, had King stuck with the original idea for the series: Kara as the one learning to be tough/experiencing all of this for the first time, and while I think that could certainly work...

I continue to appreciate that King literally flipped the script; that Kara, especially in this issue, is like, ‘I’ve seen this, I know this,’ as opposed to being the one going through a loss of innocence.

*Marge Simpson voice* I just think it’s neat!

Because Kara’s been a teen in DC comics for so long--ever since she was reintroduced to the main DCU continuity, actually--so this is all brand new territory, here. Having an older Kara who’s SEEN SOME STUFF.

(Alsoooooo, since Bendis made the destruction of Krypton not just inaction and climate disaster, but rather, genocide, and the subtext of a Kryptonian diaspora text, the waitress’ derogatory comment regarding the the destruction of Kryton, as well as Kara picking up the bad vibes the entire time, suggests not just a broad commentary on discrimination in all its forms, but specifically allegorical anti-Semitism. The purple aliens being forced out of their homes and into substandard living conditions, then the blue aliens--their neighbors and once-fellow residents--essentially allowing the space pirates to kill them, making them literal scapegoats, Kara discovering the remains of the purple aliens, and Ruthye’s horror at the ‘banality of evil’...yes. A case could be made, I think.) 

(Which would probably require a post unto itself and a lot more in-depth discussion, nuance, and cited sources.)

(Should mention that King has brought up that both he and Orlando--the other Supergirl writer he talked to--are Jewish, and for him personally, that shaped his views on Kara’s origin story.)

I guess my point is that this issue is perhaps not as out-of-left-field as some might think, and just because there isn’t as obvious an arc for Kara, doesn’t mean there isn’t some sharp character work at play. 

(I could be WAY OFF, of course, and I’m not suggesting it’s a clear 1:1 comparison. I’d actually really love to hear King talk about this issue in particular.)

Anyways.

Here’s the final page, which I think works, because as I mentioned before, there is no easy answer/quick wrap-up to the story of Maypole:

THE ART:

I mean. How many times can I just shout ‘ART! AAAARRRRRRRRRRRTTTT!’ before it gets old?

I dunno, but I guess we’re gonna FIND OUT.

There are some panels in this issue that I just. Like ‘em! From a purely artistic standpoint! Because they’re so good!

Like, I just really love the way Kara is drawn in that top panel. Her troubled, confused expression, the colors of the fading light, the HAIR. 

Evely draws the best hair. I know I’ve said this before. I don’t care. I will continue to say it, because it continues to be true.

The issue I find myself running up against when I make these posts is that I really don’t want to post whole pages, as that’s generally frowned upon (re: pirating etc.) but with something like this, you just can’t appreciate it in panel-by-panel snippets.

(Guided View on digital reading platforms is a BANE and a POX I say!)

Anyways.

LOVE the implied movement of the cape settling as Kara speeds in and stops. 

And, obviously, Kara flicking the bullet away is just. A+. 

And the EYES, man. LOPES’ COLORS ON THE EYES???!?! BEAUTIFUL.

Also, should note the lettering! The more rounded letters for the ‘WOOSH’ of Kara’s speed (and, earlier, the super breath) work nicely, and contrast with the angular, violent BLAMS of the gunshots. 

And, I gotta say, the editor is doing a really great job of not cluttering up the artwork with all the caption boxes. Which is no small task.

(I assume the editor is placing them, as editors usually handle word balloon/caption box placement, but I suppose it could be Evely? Sometimes the artist handles it. Either way, whoever’s taking care of all the text, EXCELLENT WORK! BRAVO!)

Okay I think that’s everything.

Ah, nope, wait.

MISC.

Just a funny observation, more than anything else: Superman: Red and Blue dropped this week, and King had a story in there, “The Special” (which was very good, btw.) Both Lois and the waitress swear a lot so I’m beginning to think that this is just how King writes dialogue for any adult character who isn’t Clark. XD

This is absolutely a personal preference but when Kara was like, “And my name IS Supergirl,” I was like nooooo. I know King is trying to simplify all of the conflicting origin stories and lore but I LIKE KARA DANVERS, SIR. XD

It’s almost assuredly a cash-grab/an attempt for DC to get all the money it can out of a book they don’t have much confidence in, but I like the cardstock covers! Very classy, much Strange Adventures.

(OH my gosh, can you imagine that issue 1 cover with spot gloss???? Basically the only way you could possibly improve on it.) 

Okay NOW I’m done. For real. XD NEXT TIME: Kara and Ruthye go after Krem and the Brigands!

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[a-student-out-of-time]

Should we bring in Yoruko & Kokoro to help with all of this? Not only for Toko & Syo but also Monaca.

So, what do you think?

Well, Fukawa-san’s condition is a combination of numerous psychological disorders.

She described herself as being both Nyctophobic and Ablutophobic, both stemming from her traumatic childhood. The latter of which explains her...poor hygiene.

She’s been subject to continuous physical and psychological abuse from her family, as well as years of bullying from her peers, both of which began from a very early age.

Yeah, she told me about that too. She said that there was a time in third grade when she was accused of stealing another kid’s lunch money, which somehow wound up in her desk.

The other kids blamed her and tied her to the jungle gym with a garden hose.

Oh my...

I got bullied as a kid too, but...never like that.

Do you think this could’ve lead to her developing DID? I’m...not very knowledgeable in the area, I admit.

Unquestionably. But I’d like to stress that, despite what you see in popular fiction, cases of people with dissociative disorders becoming killers are extraordinarily rare. The rates are statistically no higher that those of the general population.

In fact, Fukawa-san is the first case I’ve ever heard of, much less seen in person.

What can I tell you, in a general sense, is that dissociative identity disorder is rather more common than you may think, affecting around 1.5% of the population. It emerges in response to trauma or difficult circumstances in early childhood; the brain’s defense mechanism is to create what’s called an alter.

Of course, due to a wide variety of genetic, environmental, psychological, and cultural factors, the formation of alters varies considerably. They are, in essence, whatever the brain believes it needs in order to survive a given situation.

Are there different types of alters?

Oh yes. They can vary in role, age, gender, have their own names or no name at all, have different preferences for food or clothing, different attitudes, and may even identify as non-human animals or objects, robots, ghosts, demons, etc.

And from a biopsychological angle, different alters also reflect different brain and body states. These manifest as detectable variations in MRI and PET scans, changes in regional cerebral blood flow, inexplicable changes in eyesight, sudden shifts in handedness, and even an alter having an allergic response the main identity doesn’t.

It can be easy to to dismiss this from an outsider’s perspective, but medical testing has shown that alters aren’t merely delusions. The body treats them as very real, separate identities in the same body. Therefor, I consider them real people.

That’s really interesting. A little hard to envision it though.

Hmm...alright, let’s say, in a hypothetical scenario, Sora-san was an alter for Taira-san.

Sora-san could be real, with her own name, age, personality, memories, and view of the world. She could even identify herself as a machine or artificial intelligence depending on the circumstances.

And considering Sora-san’s relationship with her, I’d say she’d qualify as a caretaker alter. One designed to act as a positive support if Taira-san’s brain believed that’s what she’d need.

Definitely sounds like Sora.

So, can alters talk with their main identity? Are they aware of each other?

It varies considerably, but it’s possible. It often takes time for people to become aware of their alters, sometimes remaining unaware of them until their teens or even into adulthood.

Which is what puzzles me about Fukawa-san.

What do you mean?

It’s certainly not impossible for a person to have only a single alter, but it’s unusual. The majority of cases of Dissociative Identity Disorder I’ve observed involve multiple alters, sometimes stretching into the hundreds or even more.

There’s no templates or general roles that they exhibit, and they may only exist as fragments; serving limited roles and having limited emotions and memories. But that brings me back to my prior point.

It’s possible, likely even, that Syo is not the only alter Fukawa-san possesses

#danganronpa #sdra2 #super danganronpa another 2 #kokoro mitsume #yoruko kabuya #a student out of time #DR #hide and seek arc #Anonymous

[countdown-to-destruction]

Inuyasha Sequel: a rant

Put this up this earlier on a post I re-blogged, tried to edit a part or two where I didn’t like the way I had phrased it, and ended up messing up the whole format I wrote this in. Luckily I wrote this as a draft earlier anyways! So I did a some fixing and now I’m just copy-pasting it again and making it a text post instead. This will be very long and a little nit-picky but I wanted to make a post ever since I heard about the upcoming sequel to Inuyasha, Hanyō no Yashahime. I did put a TLDR at the end for those who don’t want to read everything. Not sure how many people in the fandom still follow me and will see this, as it's been a long time since I was actually active in the fandom, but it's hands-down both my favorite manga and anime of all time and I’ve been feeling nostalgic lately so I had to post something. Before reading this be sure to read all of the translated character bios for Towa, Setsuna, and Moroha so that this makes sense.

When I first heard that Inuyasha would be getting a sequel I was excited! But after reading up on it, to be completely honest I'm not feeling this sequel anymore. I know it’s an unpopular opinion but hear me out. Firstly, it seems like Rumiko is mostly involved in the character design aspect and the writing is up to Katsuyuki Sumisawa. The music will be produced by Kaoru Wada which is great! And from what I’ve seen and read online a number of others who worked on the original series will reunite so hopefully the story will go well. However, knowing Rumiko isn't personally writing and not knowing how much input she has or will give makes me unsure about watching. The original Inuyasha anime followed and was based off of the events in the manga, and there was no manga prior to this for it to be based on. Depending on what happens this could be an alright sequel or a total miss. Unfortunately sequels in general are known to be disappointing in some way. 

Secondly, if I hear anything about Rin being the mother of Sesshomaru's twin daughters I'm out. This part will be a SUPER long and in depth explanation on why I think this way, feel free to skip if you're not interested. Please don't come for me on this, I'm here to explain my thoughts and feelings on the sequel and the theories around it so far, not start an argument. I'm more than aware that there's plenty of controversy out there on this pairing and personally I do not support it. I never saw their relationship as more than a friendship, or something akin to child and guardian as Sesshomaru and Jaken are basically Rin's caretakers up until she goes to live in the village with Kaede. He definitely cares for her deeply but I can't see it in a romantic way, being that Sesshomaru isn't even a character focused on romance to begin with. He learns compassion through Rin's second death but that doesn't mean he loves her romantically. As a reminder his main goal is to seek power and be powerful, and it's stated that he needed to learn compassion and grief in order to mature. It's what helped him learn to wield the Tenseiga at its full potential. In addition, she was really young when they first met and still was when she went to live with Kaede. The idea of Sesshomaru (an adult) having romantic feelings for a kid under ten years old (around eleven at the end of the series, and still a literal child in all ways) and waiting for her to age with the intention of marrying her sits totally wrong with me. Age wise I realize that Inuyasha is decades older than Kagome and that his father was much older than his mother, Izayoi, as well. The difference here is that Kagome was a teen when she met Inuyasha (who not just physically, but more importantly mentally was also a teen) and clearly Izayoi was old enough to conceive Inuyasha and give birth. As far as the audio dramas (more specifically "Asatte") go they're generally considered as an outtake reel and are essentially parodies, or a form of satire. Some will debate on this but realistically there’s plenty of reasons this is true, and those who take the time to properly check them out understand that. For me I've always had a headcanon that at some point in her teen years Rin would inevitably develop a one-sided crush on Sesshomaru and that he would ultimately set boundaries and reject her, seeing her as more of a close companion than a love interest and wanting her to live with someone she can grow old with. He gave her the choice to follow him and it's most likely that she would, but I think that once she began aging he would want her to have somewhere to settle, given that he enjoys roaming and seeking out other powerful beings to battle. It's strange to me that they decided to give Sesshomaru hanyō/half-demon children in general but based on the artwork we've seen it's fair to guess that they might have made Sesshomaru and Rin a pairing in this sequel.

IMPORTANT NOTE: I want to clarify that if you ship them together I'm not writing this here because I want to hate on your ship for no reason, or in order to create an argument on if the pairing makes sense, these are my thoughts and opinions on the matter and I’m voicing them because it’s what I believe. I already know that somebody won’t like this and will take it personally. People usually say that once Rin is an adult the pairing is acceptable but I disagree. I find it quite creepy that someone would think it would be alright for an adult to wait around for a kid to grow up with the intention to marry and/or sleep with them. Watching from a distance is the same exact thing, after making an impression on the child... let’s not normalize this. In this situation it would be grooming. We all have our own opinions when it comes to our ships and fandoms and I try to respect that but I can’t get behind this one.

Next we have the apparent lack of parental figures for the heroines. Where are the original Inuyasha characters at? Moroha's character bio says she barely knows her parents (Inuyasha and Kagome, our former main protagonists) and has been alone since she was young! It makes me think either something has happened to them or some kind of bizarre event separated them. And sorry, not related, but why does she transform by PUTTING LIPSTICK ON?? That part threw me for a loop.

When it comes to Setsuna and Towa their parents are absent too. I find it difficult to believe that Sesshomaru wouldn't keep track of his children given how he treats Rin and reacts to her going missing in any capacity. Especially if he happened to be fond of whoever their mother is. One daughter works as a taijiya/demon slayer for Kohaku and the other mysteriously transports to Kagome's era and is raised by Sota (I thought we had finished with the time jumps when the well closed but apparently not. When the Bone Eater's Well closed after Kagome's return it gave a sense of finality and closure to the story, and showed that Kagome had chosen where she was most happy and felt she belonged. I think that bringing the theme of time travel back into the sequel makes it feel repetitive, like something right out of a predictable fanfic. Props to Sota for taking in and raising a child who showed up out of nowhere though).

Another thing that came to mind when I read these character bios was why Inuyasha and Kagome's daughter and Sesshomaru's daughters are the exact same age. Of course there's nothing wrong with that. It only struck me as odd because suddenly everyone is having kids at the same time. And so far there's no mention of other characters like Sango, Miroku, Shippo, Jaken, Kaede, or Miroku or Sango's three children or where they are. One might expect that a story focused on the children of some of the original Inuyasha's main characters would feature appearances from those who had important roles in the previous series and their children. Which brings me around to wondering what made twin daughters a trend? Two sets of twin girls is a unique choice (Sango and Miroku's twin daughters. For such a small group of parental characters, what are the odds of two sets of twin girls? Where is the creativity and again why the repetition?).

Lastly, Sesshomaru's daughters lack some of the common yōkai/demon characteristics we see on Inuyasha and other characters. Their ears are human, and they have no markings or otherwise (that I noticed) with the exception of Setsuna's mokomoko/fur which is similar to Sesshomaru's. So perhaps they take more after their human mother? Given that Inuyasha seemed to inherit strong genes from his father it's interesting that they did not. Their ages also interest me as they appear to age the same way as humans do. Yōkai/demons are known to have a longer lifespan than humans and appear to slow down or almost stop aging at some point. Perhaps this confirms that the slowdown in aging occurs once they reach the equivalent of a human teen? 

Overall Inuyasha was a fantastic manga and great anime on its own, and I never got the feeling that it needed a sequel. As a stand-alone it was everything it needed to be. I thoroughly enjoyed both formats of the original, though I do have a tendency to disregard certain parts of the anime. I always preferred the manga more when the anime dragged out certain scenes (Shichinintai/Band of Seven arc for example) or straight-up excluded, changed, and added others. Taking that into consideration the sequel might end up being the same for me in that way, but rather than one scene that plays out for too long or an excluded, altered, or unnecessary added scene, if it’s not any good I’ll simply disregard it altogether. When the anime comes out I certainly plan to try watching it out of loyalty to the fandom, and due to the fact that it's "technically" canon (without Rumiko being the writer I don't necessarily consider it canon, much like how some folks do or do not consider the movies canon) but I get the feeling that I'll wind up giving up on it in disappointment.

TLDR; Overall I'm left questioning if the sequel is worth watching (for me) given what I've read and heard so far, but nonetheless I will give it an optimistic try! I'm currently wondering how much we'll see of the original Inuyasha characters, if we get to find out what happened to them, if the number one pairing I'm not fond of will make an appearance (and cause me to drop the whole thing), and questioning parts of the character backstories and designs (why is there a repetitive and recurring theme of time travel and does it end up hindering or ruining the story, why do the protagonists all lack parents, and why do the hanyō/half-demon characters lack common yōkai/demon traits and does it make them more human than demon?).

#inuyasha #hanyo no yashahime #sesshomaru #please don't be sessrin #kagome #a feudal fairytale #internal screeching #my thoughts #my opinions #unpopular opinion

[bridiefm]

❛   ✶   did   you   see   bridgette   ‘bridie’   dohman   walking   around   campus   earlier   ?   i   hear   a   lot   of   people   talking   about   the   twenty   -   one   year   old   junior   .   from   what   i   know   ,   they   are   studying   forensic   psychology   and   are   a   part   of   kappa   theta   .   they   come   across   as   perspicacious   but   also      tempestuous   ,   which   makes   sense   because   on   their   instagram   (   @bridie666   )   it   says   they   are   a   scorpio   .   when   i   see   them   ,   i   think   of   a   beaten   up   pair   of   doc   martens   that   you’ll   never   replace   in   the   name   of   sentimentality,   smudged   liner   and   ruby   red   lipstick,   glimpses   of   softness   as   you   cradle   your   friend’s   face   after   yet   another   heartbreak,   fighting   battles   that   aren’t   yours   to   fight,   &      shrugging   off   yet   another   tasteless   rumor.

hiya   dolls   !!!   i’m   kat   ( she/her )   &   i   have   been   listening   to   folklore   religiously   while   writing   this   &   have   found   myself   in   an   inescapable   loop   but   like...   i’m   not   complaining   ?   bridie   is   an   older   muse   of   mine   revived,   with   a   few   changes   &   additions   sprinkled   in,   but   i   have   to   say   i   have   so   much   muse   for   her   &   i   can’t   wait   to   write   with   u   all   !   if   you’d   like   to   plot   pls   smash   the   🖤   &   we   can   concoct   a   lil   smth   smth   either   through   ims   or   over   on   discord   !   ps   for  easier   viewing,   add   /mobile   to   the  end   of   this   post   hehe   !

𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔  (x)

𝒖𝒑𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈  ›  bridie  is  the  daughter  of  german  supermodel  mila  dohman  &  her  american  lover,  james  fitzpatrick.  the  fling  only  lasted  long  enough  to  see  bridie  to  her  first  birthday,  along  with  a  relocation  to  the  states.  her  relationship  with  her  family  has  always  been  strained.  with  her  parents  it  was  distant  -  after  leaving  her  mother,  it  wasn’t  long  before  james  had  a  new  family  to  cater  to,  not  that  he  had  taken  much  effort  to  be  involved  in  bridie’s  life  prior,  &  her  mother  had  always  been  too  wrapped  up  in  her  own  life  to  truly  connect  with  her  daughter  (or  her  other  children  to  come).  sibling-wise,  bridie’s  family  tree  is  slightly  confusing.  she  has  three  step-siblings,  one  ex step-sibling  &  three  half-siblings.  growing  up,  it  was  mostly  just  her  and  her  two  sisters;  her  older  sister  anya  and  her  younger  sister  sofia.  in  fact,  anya  practically  raised  the  family,  emotionally  at  least,  despite  only  being  four  years  older  than  bridie.  currently,  their  relationship  is  practically  non-existent.

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚   ›  for  lack  of  better  wording,  bridie  is  a  bit  of  an  odd-ball.  like,  a  strong  muse  inspiration  for  her  is  effie  stonem.  as  a  child  she  was  much  more  demure,  but  during  her  teens  she  blossomed  into  the  unfiltered,  impulsive  emo  mess  you  see  today  <3  bridie  is  the  epitome  of  ‘live  fast  die  young’.  she  has  0  filter  &  is  wholeheartedly  driven  on  impulse  /  emotion.  it’s  not  so  much  that  she’s  careless  (though  she  certainly  can  be),  but  that  she  simply  wants  to  live  her  life  to  the  full.  she  definitely  harbours  some  toxic  coping  mechanisms;  drinking,  smoking,  sex  -  not  that  she’ll  ever  admit  that  there’s  a  problem.  as  a  result,  she’s  earned  herself  a  somewhat  negative  reputation  that  she’ll  pretend  she  doesn’t  care  about.  most  people  tend  to  underestimate  her  due  to  how  they  expect  her  to  be,  but  she’s  a  lot  smarter  than  they  give  her  credit  for.  her  heart  is  also  a  lot  warmer  than  her  icy  exterior  would  suggest  -  she’s  a  total  softie  for  animals,  deep-down  still  believes  in  the  concept  of  soulmates,  &  is  100%  the  type  of  friend  to  hold  you  while  you  cry  then  go  handle  the  mf  who  made  you.

𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔  ›   bride  has  been  the  lead  singer  for  a  total  of  three  ‘garage’  bands  now  but  her  lack  of  time  management  &  inability  to  take  anything  seriously  means  she’s  been  booted  out  of  all  three.  she  volunteers  at  the  shelter  a  lot  to  temporarily  fulfil  her  desire  for  a  furry  friend  -  though  she  has  been  caught  trying  to  sneak  stray  cats  into  her  room  one  too  many  times.  queen  of  stick  &  poke  !  if  you  want  a  slightly  wonky  tattoo,  bridie’s  your  gal  (for  a  price).  loves  fashion  &  runs  a  depop  page  where  she  sells  on  old  clothes  &  her  handmade  earrings.  i  imagine  that  when  u  rly  make  her  laugh  she  has  the  most  obnoxiously  loud  cackle  u  have  ever  heard  (which  she  will  hit  u  for  making  her  do)  fjdjsks  that  isn’t  relevant  but  i’m  in  too  deep.  she’s  not  rly  the  touchy-feely  type  unless  she’s  like  rly  close  to  you,  then  her  understanding  of  personal  boundaries  can  become  a  little  blurred.

𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅  𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔  ›  i   typically   prefer   to   muse/brainstorm   connections   that   are   more   like   personalised   ????   to   everyone's   muse   but   for   some   iNsPiRaTiOn   i   did   tag   some   wanted   connections   here   !   some   other   ideas   are   :  brotp,  friends  who  really  only  interact  when  they’re  intoxicated  /  enable  each  other’s  toxic  coping  mechanisms,  good  influence,  sibling-like  bond,  confidant,  extended  family  e.g.  cousins,  family  friends,  one-way  or  mutual  dislike,  ex  or  current  flings,  beef,  secret  hookup,  flirtationships,  muse,  somebody  she  tries  to  encourage  out  of  their  shell,  fling  to  friendship, sexual  tension,  ghosted,  study  buddies,  love/hate. 

#bu.intro #the amount i switch between you and u is intolerable #also i may fall asleep soon hehe

[lethe-rpg]

Born Ulysses Davenport, donning half a dozen names across his life but for the most part; favoring the alias ‘Finch’ . For himself. When addressed by others, it’s more a name to him than any other. Which some say makes perfect sense, after all; he’s a shifter that specializes in avian forms. While his past is largely unknown to most, he was born the oldest of five children to a pair of self-titled entrepreneurs. More of a tool than a child, Finch’s first form nurtured with precision and care was that of a Pomeranian. A secret which he vows to take to his grave. A popular breed with those from all walks of life, but most noticeably…the wealthy.  Adorable, fluffy, fur as white as snow with baby blue eyes. Commonly sold time and time again more as an accessory than a pet (loathe as he to admit the times he was as a pet were more warm than any moment with his own flesh and blood). As the foot in the door, to observe and judge; make note of what lay within–it was a con he did so often he could do it in his sleep. His parents would descend and strip the homes of all their worth, and even abscond with the darling puppy itself time and time again. Eventually he learned other animal shapes, always the popular sort and by the time he reached his teen years (joined by several young siblings) he’d mastered three more shapes in the forms of more designer, rare and exotic pets for the 1%. The faces behind the con were posted in the form of a sketched portrait from former victims and passing acquaintances. For all the wealth and luxury they accumulated, they themselves lived in a simple home crammed to the brim with pilfered goods. A hoarder’s wet dream. A reward was offered, and at sixteen and the eldest of the Davenport brood; it was just enough to be worth turning on his parents.

‘But what of the bonds of blood?’ he had no such qualms, they were hardly a family–merely a well oiled machine. Designed to do one thing from day one, why his parents were so shocked that he turned on them; was beyond him. It’s what he’d been groomed to do. From there on one would think he’d try and strike out on his own, on a path towards a better and brighter future. His younger siblings drifted, attending various therapy groups before being funneled into the system–he was no different. But, he held no desire to remain under anyone else’s thumb; age be damned. At the earliest opportunity, he struck out on his own heedless of being a minor in a grown man’s world. He utilized the sparse contacts his parents had had, mostly to fence the odd item or so; and buried himself deep. Over the years, he became an esteemed criminal; primarily an information broker over some of the more heinous acts of cruelty, but he had a finger in every pie worth sampling. Finch earned himself a place on the FBI’s most wanted list, something he held close to heart with a form of pride. He had a close nest of fellow shifters he passed his tricks onto while they worked under him, favoring various avian forms, rodents, and the odd insect as well to listen; to observe and steal away secrets. Secrets that allowed him to cripple a criminal empire. Oops. He’d gotten in bed with a vampire both literally and figuratively. Though he preferred the literal aspect of their relationship, he was a creature of nature. The man was the head of a smuggling business that operated out of Europe and spanned the entire globe. The kind of operation that had been going on for decades, if not centuries; birthed from the golden age of piracy. 

And Finch up and destroyed a whopping sixty percent of it overnight. His fanged (ex) lover didn’t take kindly to this once the cat was out of the bag, caught with his hand in the cookie jar on board one of the vast shipping freighters. Finch endured a week of torture; the kind of nightmare stuff only someone who lived forever could come up with. He got lucky. Taking the form of an albatross he took to the waves figuring a death at sea was a kinder end than one of the many that awaited him deep in the bowels of a ship. Maybe it was the fear, maybe it was the pain; either way he managed to make it to land where he fell into a period of cat and mouse. Never before had he imagined himself in the role of a mouse (without some delicious cheddar coated secrets to peak his interest of course) and after one too many close calls over the span of several months he bit the bullet and went off the deep end. Domesticity. A new life. Lethe. The entrance interview was unlike any other, the lich representative seated shooting down every web he tried to spin. And so, he came clean. Admitted he’d not have come to their gates if he had any other choice, hung his head heavy in shame–grit his teeth to swallow the bitter pill. All he asked from them was a chance, a chance to live a new life–as if he hadn’t already lived nine, ten, twenty before. That was what the haven was all about wasn’t it? They allowed him to call it home, it was supposed to be temporary. But something wicked did lurk beyond the town’s borders and temporary…turned to three years.

Most aliases he favored involved associating with avian wordplay. He opted for Gilroy Twain. Terribly mundane. Just like him. More often, he goes by Gil; or simply Twain (no longer Finch) and he works as an event planner. Hell of a job change. He likes it, planning things; good and bad. Not every event was a celebration and while he’s been around the rodeo once or thrice prior–he’s never been so entrenched somewhere with such a  hefty supernatural population. He’s got something of a routine, he’s a regular at the Ground Up cafe where he orders the same thing every day. Treating himself prior meant extravagant vacations and designer clothes, now it’s a chocolate croissant once a week. He attends tai chi sessions multiple times a week at the local park, yoga sessions at the community center; he’s got a phone for business and a phone that’s never been so dry, for pleasure. The Everyman’s Event Planning is a very, very small business run out of the office space under his apartment. He works long days, can commonly be seen flitting about town always on the go. He keeps in a positive light with varying businesses across town to secure a supply line, “to support our local businesses” he’d claim, but really he wants to limit the amount of outside resources as much as possible; and when he does, he goes through a series of channels under yet another alias. For the most part, he’s perceived as something of a workaholic–taking very little time for himself outside of his morning coffee (and friday croissant). In fact, he has zero social media presence; he loathes having his photo taken so much that it comes off as an unnerving bout of paranoia. Bit of a poor sport for a business meant for the pizzazz of life.

The Riverborn are….concerning. In the sort of way a tragedy happening half-way across the globe might be. Cold, maybe so; but, by and large they aren’t much of his concern. Gil has avoided the police precinct and every member within it like the plague. Just in case his, or rather, Finch’s face, is plastered somewhere in some officer’s head who doesn’t believe second (never mind that the number is so far beyond that) chances stretch enough to cover all he’s had a hand in. That being said, he almost wishes he could…be one of them. To truly start anew. Wouldn’t that be something?

#taken #taken male #taken shifter #gilroy twain #ryan gosling

[coneygoil]

 The Home We Built Together, part 17

Two young Vikings. An arranged marriage. Hiccup always wanted to win the girl of his dreams, but not like this. Now he and Astrid must learn to live together and maybe one day, learn to love…

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9| Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16

The fingers of consciousness crept upon him as Hiccup entered the waking world. The break of dawn faintly washed the bedroom with the first beams of sunshine. Hiccup tried to move, but his arm was stuck under something. As the memories from just a few hours ago came tumbling back, his heart sped up its pace.

Astrid had curled up against him and silently prompted him to wrap his arm around her. Resting his palm on her waist was nothing compared to her entire body flush against him. Sure, they’d touched and kissed and (finally!) held hands for longer than a brief moment, but never had they been this close, not even for a simple hug.

As he watched his wife sleeping in the early morning light, Hiccup was caught up in the surreal notion that this was his life. Only four months prior Astrid didn’t even give him a second glance, but now she desired for him to hold her as if they were lovers. They were friends, smitten for one another. One day, they could – they would -- be lovers.

Hiccup’s breath caught and his mouth went dry at the prospect. Before their arranged marriage, he’d reasoned in his young mind that he was in love with Astrid Hofferson. She was everything a Viking could ask for. Hiccup realized that his infatuation was just a crush and that getting to know Astrid as a person was truly what formed the love in his heart for her now.

His thoughts suddenly switched to the day before. The Night Fury. It was crazy to believe that a Viking could befriend a dragon, but there he was sharing a “meal” with the Night Fury and drawing in the sand together. It’d taken a few hours to gain the dragon’s trust, but Hiccup had left the cove with the cool touch of the Night Fury’s nose on his palm.

Gobber’s words from the evening before had propelled his creative mind to build a prosthetic tail for the dragon. He had to save this dragon, and giving him the ability to fly again was the only way. The plan for today was to make the Night Fury happy with a full belly while attaching the new tail. It would be a challenge, but Hiccup wasn’t afraid of trying.

The day would leave him flying or falling, or maybe both.

***

Hiccup had spent his whole life trying to find a way to kill a dragon when he could have just drove them off with…eels. Yep, plain ole’ eels. The Night Fury, who he’d dubbed Toothless after yesterday’s bonding, reared up in terror at the sight of the eel in the basket of fish Hiccup had brought him.

“Having an eel around would of made dragon raids a whole lot easier,” Hiccup muttered as he carefully stepped up to Toothless’ half-tail.

In the last few days, he’d learned more about this one dragon than any book could have taught him. The Book of Dragons was good for one thing: describing how a dragon killed its victims. Spending time with Toothless had been the most educational experience of Hiccup’s short life.

“That’s was a good first try today, huh, buddy?”

The prosthetic tail had worked. Toothless had soared through the air, unceremoniously with Hiccup hanging on for dear life. The only problem was Toothless couldn’t control the tail, but Hiccup’s mind was already cooking up an idea to help with that and it would involve teamwork.

Hiccup was soaring at the prospect of flying with a dragon. His fingers itched to get back to the forge and craft a saddle and rig to control the new tail fin. But all that would have to wait for today. Responsibilities were calling him back to the village, but it could wait a few more minutes.

Her nose wasn’t quite right, but it was hard to capture any image perfectly when drawing in dirt. Toothless watched over his shoulder, much like he did the day before. A low, questioning rumble hummed from Toothless. Hiccup glanced at the dragon, an affectionate smile tugging at his lips.

“This is my wife, Astrid,” he explained, pointing his stick at the picture in the dirt. At the bewildered gleam in Toothless’ eyes, he reworded to something the dragon might understand better, “Astrid is my mate.” He dropped the stick and laced his fingers. “Me and her. Together. Forever.”

A look of understanding crossed the dragon’s expressive green eyes.

“Do you have a mate? A together forever?” Hiccup asked, curiously. As far as he knew, Toothless was the only Night Fury in the perimeter of Berk.

Toothless gave a little whine as he bowed his head.

Hiccup reached out to pat his friend’s head. “There’s always a chance you’ll find a mate one day, buddy. Trust me, I never thought me and Astrid had a chance, but now,” lovely blue eyes accompanied by a bright smile flashed in his mind’s eyes, “we really have something special.”

***

Today’s training lesson was in teamwork. The goal was to wrangle the Hideous Zippleback into its cage with your teammate. Hiccup inwardly begged Gobber to team him up with Astrid, who’d returned to dragon training the day before. But when Gobber announced, “Hiccup, you’re with Fishlegs,” his whole body deflated. At least he wasn’t teamed up with his meathead cousin.

Speaking of Snotlout, him and Tuffnut were getting their butts blown off at the moment by the Hideous Zippleback.

Astrid’s words from a couple days ago cropped up in his mind as he joined Fishlegs by the railing to watch the epic fail in progress. Maybe Fishlegs would be open to talk to him if Snotlout and the twins weren’t around. Maybe if Hiccup took the first step, they could start a conversation.

“Hey…uh, Fishlegs.”

The larger boy glanced over at him in surprise, his overbite resting on his bottom lip. “Uh…hey, Hiccup.”

The awkwardness was thicker than yak’s milk, but Hiccup was willing to try to make a friend. “So, you like learning about dragons?”

Fishlegs tipped his head and shoulder, nonchalantly. “Yeah.”

Hiccup mentioned the first species from the Book of Dragons that came to mind. “The speed stinger sounds cool - paralyzing its victims with the stinger of its tail. I wonder how long you’d be paralyzed. Or the Scouldron shooting scolding hot water from its mouth. That would definitely hurt.”

Hiccup glanced over at Fishlegs to gage his reaction. The boy’s face was slowly exploding into a wide smile and his eyes gleamed with excitement.

“Finally, someone read the Book of Dragons!” Fishlegs squeed in an outrageously high pitch that caught Hiccup off guard.

That little starter topic opened a flood gate. Hiccup had never seen Fishlegs so animated. It was like a completely different person stood in front of him. They discussed various types of dragons, the concerning screams of Snotlout and Tuffnut from the arena floor muted as they chatted.

It wasn’t long before it was their turn to wrangle the Hideous Zippleback back into its pen. Fishlegs stood with his back to Hiccup, rambling off facts about the Zippleback, as Gobber released the two-headed menace once again.

Hiccup suspected the dragon to be furious with this second go-around. He doubted Fishlegs would be any help wrangling the Zippleback. The scholarly boy didn’t seem to have a slaying bone in his boy. Hiccup could relate.

A popping blast exploded from the cage, and the Zippleback emerged from the smoke. Fishlegs’ screams rang off the stone walls as he and Hiccup dodged the charging dragon.

“Be authoritative with this leather sack!” Gobber’s voice yelled from somewhere in the distance.

“How can you be authoritative when it wants to kill you?!” Fishleg retorted in a panic.

The Zippleback seemed to prefer the terrified boy and continued its pursuit. Fishleg’s short legs were getting slower and clumsier, and it was no surprise when he tripped face down on the hard ground. The Zippleback reared up, flashing its wings and screeching.

Hiccup knew this was his opportunity. He wasn’t 100% sure this would work. Maybe only Night Furies were frightened by eels, but there was no better time than now to test it out.

“Back!” he ordered as he jumped between Fishlegs and the Zippleback. “Back! Back!” The dragon began to recoil, alarmed at the small amount of eel sticking out of Hiccup’s vest.

“Now don’t you make me tell you again! Back into your cage.” Hiccup couldn’t believe this was working! That meant that possibly all dragons were spooked by eels.

“Now think about what you’ve done,” he said casually. The Zippleback shrank against the wall as he tossed the eel into the cage.

Hiccup shut the cage door and turned around to find Gobber and the other teens at the entrance of the arena, staring at him. The sight was a bit comical, really, with wide eyes and mouths hanging slightly agape.

“That was sick!” Snotlout broke the silence, apparently forgetting he was complimenting his cousin.

Fishlegs was the first to rush him. “That was insane, Hiccup! How did you do that?!”

“Yeah, tell us your secret, oh dragon master,” Tuffnut bowed his head as if addressing royalty.

Hiccup wiped his palms on his vest. “Uh, I was being authoritative like Gobber said to be.” He nodded a little too exaggerated to further his point. “Yep, be authoritative. That’s the key.” Thumbing to the side, he added, “So, uh, am I done? I got some things I need to, uh…yep. Gone.”

Hiccup dashed out of the arena before he was questioned any further. He had more pressing matters than caging a dragon…like helping a certain Night Fury break free of his own cage.

@martabm90 @chiefhiccstrid @lauracalabresi

#httyd fanfiction #hiccstrid #arranged marriage au #the home we built together

[quintessence-sentimentalist]

quintessence-sentimentalist Takes on 30 Days of W.i.t.c.h.versary!: Week Four

Well, I’m a bit late and also exhausted, so not as much to say this time around. Still, Days 22-29!

Day 22 A wonderful pet

Oh, Dormouse/Mr. Huggles, for sure. Comics Dormouse was as iconic a symbol of Will as frogs or, hell, even the Heart. He was as adorable as he was troublesome, and he was just so precious with Will. His death still packs such a wallop that it’s outright unfair.

Mr. Huggles of the cartoon has a slightly better time of it, with the exception of literally being turned into a monster. I generally prefer comics Dormouse’s brown coat (and lack of name, I’ll admit) to Mr. Huggles’s white-gray, but I do think the color change works a bit better for animation. And while it’s a little... odd that they largely did away with Will’s close bond with him, at least they still kept him in his little family by having Matt take him in for good. Their relationship - a boy and his not-a-rat-he’s-a-dormouse - is reminiscent of another one from a certain other Disney teen hero cartoon around the same time, so that’s enjoyable to me. (And now I’m headcanoning Matt and Mr. Huggles meeting Ron and Rufus in a team-up of sidekicks to badass redheaded ladies and I really need this now.)

Day 23 A magical item

Is it too cliché to say the Heart of Kandrakar?

Really though, I absolutely love the design and concept of the Heart. Do its actual powers vary frustratingly from time to time and randomly do incredibly powerful things without any prior hint that it can? Sure. But the fact that such a pretty crystal packs that much of a punch is pretty darn cool.

Day 24 A group shot

I’m sure I could think of multiple from the comics, but hey, I’m just going to go with my header image, because I feel like I’m one of the only sources out there for it (somehow??) and honestly I love it too much because I feel like it should have been the season 3 promo art, with the way it has the girls looking super badass and surrounded by their allies.

Day 25 A minor character

For some reason I keep thinking of Principal Knickerbocker?? Her comic design is just really sticking out in my head for some reason.

But okay, I’m going to cheat on this one and go with pretty much the whole non-family/non-significant other supporting cast in Heatherfield (with the exception of Uriah and the gang). I just think they made a very... eclectic cast of background characters in the girls’ civilian lives that make for some fun and interesting moments outside of saving the world. There’s a running gag with how Mr. Horseberg and Coach O’Neill can’t stand each other (and literally come to blows over it), poor Bertold the custodian is Knickerbocker’s confidante/sidekick in running the show at Sheffield, and yes, I’m going to include Medina, McTiennan, and Sylla in this group because I enjoyed the concept of getting actual law enforcement involved in a magical girl series. 

Day 26 A fantasy people/race/species

I think I’m going to go with the Banshees, partially for the reasons I discussed already in regards to Yua (beings that are supposedly super evil but frankly just want to be left alone in their bog home). I also find their design fascinating, as they all pretty much look the same and have the silhouettes of a beautiful woman, but get on their bad side and they’ll show you exactly how otherworldly and terrifying they can be. 

Runner-up goes to the Basiliadians, because they’re so markedly diverse and I’d be fascinated by that worldbuilding.

Day 27 A personal headcanon

Oof, okay, let me think of something that I haven’t already blathered on about... 

Hmm, well it’s not so much a headcanon as, like... a vindictive moment of satisfaction I’d love to see (and will maybe one day fic), but sometimes I like to entertain the concept of Will running into her old friends from Fadden Hills - who rejected her in the Year Before special - and just seeing them react to how much better her life is, having these friends who legitimately care about and love her and how she’s grown into this confident leader. I’ve been in pre-series Will’s place before, so this would be a cathartic thing for me, as well as a means to revisit prior canon.

Day 28 A personal memory

Oh dear, there are several of these that come to mind, some of which I’ve definitely mentioned before. But I guess I’ll choose one for the comics and one for the cartoon that I haven’t discussed previously.

I honestly just distinctly remember the wait for new issues - whether of the Philippines comics or the UK magazines - after my dad would order them on Ebay, since the US had largely stopped releasing any books or graphic novels by that point. I just remember being 13 and zoning out in history class because the package was supposed to come that afternoon (it oftentimes took a few more days) and I was so ready to binge-read when I got home. 

As for the animated series, we didn’t get cable until near the very end of season 2, and the series had stopped running on network TV in early season 1, so I had to watch the majority of the series via YouTube. Mind you, YouTube had only been around for a year at this point and I think we had just switched over from dial-up, so most of my viewing happened at the kitchen table on my mom’s brick of a work laptop, having to rewind the low-quality recording every few seconds because it was buffering again, and then having to track down parts 2 and 3 of the episode because there wasn’t a capacity for more than 6-8 minutes of footage per upload. It was tedious, but the memories are somewhat fond. 

And then some six years down the line, when I was a senior in high school, I would pop the DVDs I had into my computer and rewatch the series in the middle of the night after I finished studying, conveniently forgetting that I needed to be up for school about five hours later. I guess I just have memories of watching the series on a smaller screen.

Day 29 A word of thanks to any official W.i.t.c.h. artist(s)/writer(s)

I mean, you can’t have a W.i.t.c.h.versary without toasting to the minds behind our beloved girls: Elisabetta Gnone, Barbara Canepa, and Alessandro Barbucci. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for giving us these wonderful, truly magical heroines who have shaped my life in more ways than I can list. I’m a good 15 years into my adoration of this series, and I don’t see that train losing steam anytime soon.

Also, a nod to Greg Weisman and crew for season 2 of the animated series, which took the narrative in some intriguing directions that I still enjoy to this day.

#w.i.t.c.h. #30daysofwitchversary #30 days of witchversary #quintessence-sentimentalist rambles

[legacixs]

( ISKRA LAWRENCE, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ) ⌇ have you seen LORELEI MOORE around icaria? they are the 26 year old child of PERSEPHONE. they remind me of THE FIRST WARM DAY OF SPRING, LAVENDER SWAYING IN THE BREEZE, A YELLOW RAINCOAT ON A RAINY DAY.

+ empathetic, intellectual, gentle, fair-minded, creative, nurturing, realistic, resilient – over-sensitive, self-isolating, nosy, obsessive, domineering, temperamental, indecisive

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𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲

lorelei never knew her birth father. he was young, from what her adoptive parents told her. in his twenties, not yet ready to be a dad. he never suspected that his brief time with the goddess of spring would leave him with a child to care for.

she only met her birth mother a few times — nothing more than a exchange on a couple of her birthdays, and however pleasant they were, it wasn’t much.

her adoptive parents were her real parents. they were the only consistent family she’s ever known — her mom, nora; her dad, luis; her brother, christopher; her sister, ophelia.

nora and luis weren’t high school sweethearts, or childhood best friends. they both found one another after each having gone through divorces from their first spouses. chris, the eldest, was the ring bearer at their wedding (at 6, he was barely old enough not to stick the ring in his mouth or nose.)

they tried to get pregnant for many years, but were unsuccessful. they went to fertility clinics, tried every trick everyone ever tells you, and had no child to show for it.

with nothing but love and hope in their hearts, they began the adoption process. that’s when they met lorelei, a five year old girl with a kind soul and bad luck with foster homes.

she spent the first four years of her life with the kline family, who were unable to continue caring for her when mrs. kline fell ill. and then she moved in with the farley family — they weren’t mean, but they yelled a lot, and their son who was older than her got a lot of joy out of making her cry.

thankfully, both luis and nora fell in love with her and young lorelei found herself in what would eventually feel like home.

it was strange at first, and she often wondered if she’d have to leave there too. especially when nora became pregnant mere months later.

“it always happens when you stop trying!”

“two kids in less than a year; you must be busy.”

“guess you didn’t have to adopt after all!” people said.

lorelei spent what felt like the eternity of nora’s pregnancy hoping that she wouldn’t have to leave. but when little ophelia was born, and nora and luis invited lorelei to “come say hi to your little sister”, she knew she was here to stay.

lorelei’s childhood was normal after that. the moore family lived in a backwoods town in pennsylvania — surrounded by trees, farms, and more plants than lorelei could ever dream. it was here that her powers started to manifest; suitably a surprise for all involved. fields would bloom in her wake; and likewise, crops would wither behind her. she either had the best green thumb, or killed every plant she touched (like many others, her powers seemed heavily influenced by mood.)

it was an adjustment, to say the least. it was thanks to the help of persephone when she visited on lorelei’s ninth birthday. with her guidance, they all grew used to little lorelei’s abilities.

she was a shy child (a fact that surprises people when they meet her now) but sometimes the world was just too much. hyper-sensitive, young demigod lorelei felt things more extremely than others, and so she started picking up isolation techniques.

her favorite was hiding, while still being able to observe. she didn’t want to be completely away from the world, just hidden in the shadows. she’d sit under a weeping willow along a busy town road and watch the world pass by for hours. now she often sits on park benches with noise canceling headphones, watching the world go by without feeling overwhelmed.

she’d enjoy her alone time with a sketch pad or journal; she’d scribble the hours of the day away until her parents or christopher called for her to come back inside.

overall she had a happy childhood, once she settled with her family. she was never popular in school, though that was perhaps a reality of her own making. she often befriended the people others wouldn’t and, when told that she would be “cool if she didn’t hang out with such losers” lorelei quickly stood up for her friends and told those classmates exactly what she thought of them.

never afraid to speak her mind in the face of injustice, her morals were as high as her judgement.

she became something of a self-proclaimed friend to the lonely, despondent, isolated.

many of them proved to be fantastic friends, wrongly misjudged by their peers. unfortunately, a select few proved to be emotionally manipulative and toxic — the most notable of the latter being her ex-boyfriend.

their year of dating left her insecure, shattered, and fearful. she prefers not to discuss it in detail, even now. it was only through the support of her family (even if they remained unaware of what was even going on) and their fresh start in another country that helped her to recover.

helsinki, finland became their home when lorelei was just 17. it was a new beginning, even if she hadn’t recognized it at the time. and the picturesque, european architecture would serve as the backdrop for her later teen, college, and young adult years.

despite her anxieties of starting college somewhere new, with no friends in the area, lorelei thrived. she pursued writing, and came to love her craft. she also tried to minor in illustration, but after two years came to realize that she preferred it as something done on her own time, than as an assignment.

her confidence blossomed, as did her powers. although she still had her moments of weakness, lorelei’s control over her abilities made her quite the local botanist. she’d spend her afternoons between classes tending to helsinki’s parks, plants and trees. springs became more beautiful every year, summers became richer; and during fall and winter, lorelei’s apartment bloomed with all of the plants that wouldn’t survive the cold.

a sweet soul, has that “old soul” vibe

big pisces energy

doesn’t trust love and fears intimacy (physical and not) after her terrible relationship

adopted

her family is her family

but does sometimes wonder what her birth dad is like...

is a lucky demigod to have met her birth mom

loves her siblings very much

christopher is 3 years older than her, ophelia is 5 years younger

ophelia is high energy and reckless

christopher is super serious and responsible

she’s somewhere in the middle

her parents never worried much about her

she kind of had most stuff handled

or she hid it VERY well

none of them knew she went through a toxic relationship

had some body image issues growing up

is trying to learn to love her body

had the biggest collection of stuffed animals as a kid. her mom definitely has more than 1 photo of her sitting in a pile of plushies

soft but strong??

shares persephone’s dichotomy of spring goddess/queen of hell

is actually p good at being emotionally vulnerable

feels things very intensely

wears glasses (even tho iskra doesn’t but let’s just imagine-)

works as a writer!

wants to write a book but pays the bills by writing for an online magazine

more sarcastic than she seems at face value

she has to be comfortable with you to show that side of her

people are surprised she swears

stronger than she looks

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

FAMILY — unknown birth father (would be around 48-52), older brother christopher (29-30) and younger sister ophelia (20-21). either could be demigods, technically. chris is nora’s son, with an unnamed father. and ophelia was thought to be the only full child of nora and luis, but maybe there was some divine intervention with nora’s miracle pregnancy, if you will. 

FRIENDS — lorelei is a wonderful friend, so these are a must! she’s from helsinki, but lived in the north eastern US prior to that. she works as a writer (remotely) and is often finding different places around town to write. she frequents stores, coffee shops, anywhere that lets her sit and focus on her work. i’d love for her to have a core group of friends that she can rely on (she’s got big mom friend energy)

ROMANCE — not impossible, but certainly difficult. lorelei has been closed off to love and intimacy since her teens, after a severely toxic relationship. but she wants to be in love. the idea of it is very appealing, and while she’s attempted to date or try putting herself out there again, when faced with the opportunity she gets scared and backs out. there’d have to be a lot of trust and patience from both parties, but it’s definitely something i’d love for her! all genders welcome

ENEMIES — it’s not entirely difficult to make an enemy of lorelei... though she isn’t antagonistic, she does become intolerable of people who push her buttons. it borders on rude at times, if she feels she’s been pushed far enough. generally they’d have to be rude to someone, talk down to her, treat her like she’s stupid, etc. she’s also capable of changing her opinion of people! so the “enemies to friends” trope is an option

#icaria: intro #a #here she is!! #emotional abuse tw #body image tw

[mutedbeautyqueen]

NAME.

FULL NAME: Dolly Ann Dixon


PREFERRED NAME/NICKNAMES: Dolls or Doll 


GENERALLY REFERRED TO AS: Dolly Ann or just Dolly

APPEARANCE.

FACECLAIM: Carlson Young

SEX: cis female


HEIGHT: 5’2” 


WEIGHT: 100-105


BUILD: thin, slightly toned


HAIR: long blonde hair, always styled


HANDS: she gets a mani/pedi every week and comes in for touch-ups if something happens and they chip, prefers a more rounded soft-looking nail with a nude or pale pink polish, soft grey in winter, in contrast, her toenails are often a brighter pink


CLOTHES: mostly skirts and dresses, most of her shoes have a heel, delicate jewelry, prefers gold over silver and diamonds over other stones, if you saw her walking down the street you’d know she was a pageant girl


OTHER FEATURES: dimples

SPEECH.

ACCENT: Soft, well-off North Carolina accent

LANGUAGE: English and some Spanish


ARTICULATION: She’s used to public speaking so she’s articulate


EDUCATION: She speaks differently when she’s with her friends but if it’s pageant related she’s well-spoken

LAUGHTER: She feels self-conscious about her real laugh, she’s been told it’s too loud and unladylike so she tries to keep her laugh to a giggle. When something really tickles her, she can’t help it.


BREATHING: She has been known to sigh dramatically or in frustration, and she does a very good scornful ugh

MANNERISMS.

FACE: She’s good at hiding negative emotions, positive emotions are harder for her

HANDS: She doesn’t do a lot of gestures, a few when needed for emphasis but they’re very controlled and planned. 


LEGS/FEET: If she taps her foot impatiently it’s on purpose to try and get someone to hurry, she doesn’t mindlessly tap or jiggle her leg

EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS: Negative emotional outbursts are rare for her. She tries to keep a tight lid on those kinds of things. When she’s really happy she’ll give a little happy squeal

HABITS: checking her phone when bored

POSTURE: She has excellent posture. She’s even got the trophy from finishing school to prove it.

PERSONAL SPACE: Depends on the person. Her and her friends are always in each other’s spaces and growing up pageant meant she is used to sharing space. But if she doesn’t like you she wants you out of her personal space

OTHER: She tilts her head to the right when she’s thinking

HEALTH:

DIET: For the most part she eats healthy with a few splurges in there, when she’s preparing for a pageant she has a stricter diet that is borderline unhealthy

SLEEP: Dolly Ann is a firm believer in beauty sleep before her friends started dropping she made sure she got eight hours, since the gentlemen happened her sleep has been lacking when she does sleep she has nightmares

EXERCISE: She works out, especially when she’s worried about calories, but she tries to stick to things that won’t bulk her up bc she’s worried about being too muscular. She doesn’t like working out in front of people so she uses the home gym her daddy set up for her momma 


ACTIVITY: She keeps a full schedule of activities both during a pageant and after


CLEANLINESS: She’s very meticulous about bathing and washing, she’s got an hour-long skincare routine to go along with it

ODOR: She loves scented things but usually opts for lighter scents so they don’t overpower her perfume which is usually something light and either floral or fruity depending on the season. Right now her favorite is Roses De Chloé ADDICTIONS: hairspray, on her hair not huffing


PARASITES: ew no! (Unless you count her mom re-living her pageant years through Dolly Ann as a parasite)


OTHER: she drinks at parties but not enough to puke

PERSONAL.

INTROVERT/EXTROVERT?: She thrives on being the center of attention and can strike up a conversation with anyone, though it’s very likely the conversation will revolve around her

OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: Optimistic, especially when it comes to things involving herself


GENDER: female


SEXUALITY: she’s the kind of straight girl that would kiss another girl to get a hot guy’s attention


ROMANTIC: She loves romance, all the cliche stuff but also the more personal stuff that only the two of them would get 


MEMORY: She has a good memory


PLANNING: With as much as she has going on between pageant preparation, school dances committee, community service projects, Queen duties, and school she has to be great at planning


INTUITION: If Dolly Ann makes the decision it’s the right decision in her mind


PROBLEM SOLVING: She feels like since she’s rich and beautiful she can just pay someone to handle problems for her which is her go-to problem-solving solution 


GOALS: Dolly Ann’s main goal in life is to marry a politician at the state or national level or CEO of a successful company, anyone else rich might do too, have a cheating clause in the prenup so that when they cheat on her, because politicians always cheat, she can divorce them and do whatever she pleases with a large bank account to back her up. Her momma’s main goal for her is to be Miss America which Dolly Ann is fine with since it could help her land the bank account of her dreams. 


INSECURITIES: She’s human so of course she has insecurities but she hides them behind a lot of hairspray and lipstick. Mostly she’s insecure about her ability to make her own choices, murder club is one of the few times she’s gone against her momma’s wishes. What if momma really does know best?


ACHIEVEMENTS: every single one of her crowns, sashes, and titles. Also, she didn’t get her heart cut out so that’s a big win! 


ANXIETY: running out of hairspray


SELF-HELP: throw money at them, run to daddy, a good mani/pedi always helps 


COMFORTS: pretty things, she can be really shallow and she’s happy with that


BAD HABITS: gossiping and judging other people, not that she considers it a bad habit, it’s not mean if it’s true


PHILOSOPHY: Being beautiful gets you everywhere is her philosophy in life, she’s also a really terrible catholic but she thinks she’s a perfectly wonderful one


TRIGGERS: running out of hairspray

THE PAST.

PARENTS/GUARDIANS: Mary Helen is a formidable pageant mom while her dad Beau tends to be working or on the golf course a lot, so while not terribly close to either she loves both of them and has always felt loved by them. But she would love it if her mom paid more attention to her own life and let Dolly Ann live hers, like her dad.

LIFE EVENTS: the only life event that’s affected how her life went was being Mary Helen’s daughter

WORST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: gotta be the night the gentlemen tried to kill her, first there was almost getting her heart cut out followed by the whole fiasco of trying to get the sheriff’s office to believe her about what happened, finally getting to leave only to find out that four more of her friends (frienemies) were murdered that night


BEST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: Winning Miss Teen Normal this year, unlike all the highs of all her other wins this one felt even better because they defeated the gentlemen and no one else died


LOOKING BACK: tell Emmett what was happening, make Kaz stay over before she was attacked so she wasn’t alone that night, believe Jamie sooner so that maybe they could have somehow stopped all the deaths before they happened, convinced her boyfriend not to go on that trip, there are a few things she wouldn’t mind a redo on

RELATIONSHIPS.

FAMILY: she’s never had/needed a found family so family has always been those related by blood/marriage 


FRIENDSHIPS: She and the other beauty queens make up a lil clique of frienemies within the larger popular crowd

FRIENDS IN NEED: make over time! The best way to help someone is to help them look better, right?


NEEDING A FRIEND: Not having friends who wouldn’t gossip about her if given the chance Dolly Ann tends to keep things to herself, things are getting a little too heavy to do that now 


ANNOYANCES: Most of the time by spilling gossip about the person occasionally getting petty and going for revenge 


ROMANCE: She wants someone who appreciates her beauty. That’s a lot of effort she puts in! Aside from that if they’re an athlete and they ask her out chances are good she’ll say yes, even better if they have a nice car. As far as boyfriend material, Tad won her over by having all of that and political aspirations. He was the total package right down to his boat shoes and complete life plan


ADVERSARIES: Prior to MC it would have been lack of popularity, ugly clothes, weirdness in general, lack of appreciation for the things that make high school high school like dances. Now she’s slowly opening up to allowing that stuff but if you wear plastic shoes you are really pushing her levels of tolerance


ENEMIES: Hate causes wrinkles. Besides her momma always says keep your enemies close, it’s why she’s friends with all of them. 


STRANGERS: Situational, she can be completely careless about noticing background people but she can also turn on the charm and make strangers feel like she really likes them   


FUN STUFF: mani/pedis, shopping, make overs 


DATING: dinner someplace with real napkins, movies, hanging on their arm like the trophy she is at events


BEST FRIEND: RIP Heather, Edwina seems to be in the lead to fill the opening 


LOVE: she is her own love of her life, daddy’s black card comes in a pretty close second


WORST ENEMY: Humidity, it can kill a hairdo 

INTERACTIONS.

MINGLING: She can be charming if she wants but she really has no idea how to make real friends instead of the shallow friendships she has


COMFORT LEVELS: She is comfortable talking to all sorts of people and if she’s not she can at least fake it


PHYSICAL: She’s comfortable giving and receiving physical affection but it really depends on how close you are to her if she initiates it


GROUPS: Dolly Ann loves attention on her, it doesn’t matter if it’s a big group or just one on one


OPENNESS: She’s normally very fake, opening up is a new process for her


GENEROSITY: She loves getting things, give her all the presents with gift receipts so she can take it back and get something she really likes, she also has no problem spending daddy’s money on other people 


JEALOUSY:  She gets jealous when someone else gets the attention she wants or something she wants especially from someone she considers one of her people 


TEMPER: Dolly Ann doesn’t really have a temper, she doesn’t even raise her voice normally, if you make her really mad she’s more of a get even kind of person


EMPATHY: Her momma is very big on making it no matter what and Dolly can be really self-absorbed to the point of not realizing someone else’s feelings. But if she’s making an effort she has empathy for someone and lately, she’s been feeling more empathy towards others and less self-absorbed without having to make an effort. 


AFFECTION: She is a hugger. But mostly she shows affection by spending time with people, because her schedule is always packed, or by buying them things.


DISTASTE: Dolly can be pretty petty so her usual way is not using their name. But she’s not above gossiping about them or even criticizing them to their face.


ETIQUETTE: She is very much a sticking to polite norms of social interactions type 


RESPONSIBILITY: She doesn’t like admitting when she’s wrong but she does try and fix her mistakes


SELF ESTEEM: No one loves Dolly Ann as much as Dolly Ann loves Dolly Ann


CONFIDENCE: She cares what other people think of her because being popular is important 
until it interferes with what she wants

HONESTY: Dolly Ann has no problems hiding behind honesty to hurt someone’s feelings but when it comes to herself she isn’t always honest.


LEADER OR FOLLOWER: Both, she’s comfortable leading and comfortable following if she thinks the person leading can get her what/where she wants


PRAISE: Dolly Ann lives off compliments, it’s the easiest way to get her to do something 


FAILURES: She can be very self-centered which can be annoying to others 


CRITICISM: Badly


INSULTS: Depends on who is insulting her and what they’re insulting 


EMBARRASSMENT: She would rather die than admit she was embarrassed about something 


FLIRTING: Very flirtatious, her momma taught her that was one way to get her way, a beautiful woman’s power


ATTENTION SPAN: If it’s something she thinks is important she can concentrate, if it’s not worth the effort to her she’s not going to


SITUATIONS: Dolly Ann would rather not deal with difficult social situations, have your breakdowns in private like a normal person pls

LIFE.

DUTY: She has her pageant responsibilities which is almost like a job


TECH: If she’s not on her phone she’s on her MacBook, but usually it’s her phone


POLITICS: She’s too young to vote but she’s a democrat, Dolly Ann only talks about politics in certain crowds 


COMBAT SKILLS: She survived her attack on pure luck and a strong desire not to die in third place


HOME: They have a maid, Dolly Ann is somewhere between messy and cleans her room before the maid comes


DAILY LIFE: Before life got weird Dolly Ann had no problems even with her packed schedule, now that she’s starting to figure out what’s going on she is slowly getting her balance back but still feels a little off-balance rn


INDEPENDENCE: She can do a lot of things by herself that she chooses not to but she was also taught that there are things you hire people for


COOKING: This is one of those hire people for things


BUILDING: Another hire people for things though she can do DIY stuff like she’s worked on school floats and decorations for dances


CLEANING: She doesn’t have chores but she does put her dirty clothes in the laundry and puts her stuff away instead of leaving it for the maid


SHOPPING: She LOVES to shop especially when she’s got someone with her who also loves to shop, even if all they do is try things on and not buy anything she has fun


DRIVING: Dolly Ann has her license and a brand new pink convertible watch out Normal 


FINANCES: Her family is old money rich so she’s never worried about money 


PETS: Dolly Ann has a cat named Queen Bee, she was twelve, she calls her Queenie



TRAVELING: She goes on holiday every summer, Christmas always includes a trip up to New York City, she and her momma always go to the Miss America pageant


MEDICAL: She’s got no problems going to the doctor or dentist, good health and sparkling teeth are important 


WORRIES: everything that’s happened has made sleeping at home very difficult and the only time she gets a good night sleep is when she sneaks over to Kaz’s


PEACE: She loves having music playing


PARTYING: parties are a part of high school life so if there’s one being held by a popular student she’s there but she doesn’t go hard


HOBBIES: she hasn’t got any spare time

#normal:task1 #normal:task #i'm still struggling with task 2 but this one is done

[btamamura]

Nightmare (MakoHaru Flashbang)

This is my entry for the MakoHaru Flashbang, a short story. Sorry for cutting it a little close, not only did I get muddled by timezones but it's my birthday.

Anyway, my partner @aluckysoandso and I are #G2.

Title: Nightmare

Rating: G

Warnings: Character death in a dream, potential OOC

Summary: Haruka awakens from a nightmare in which he loses Makoto.

You can find it here on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16816948

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"Makoto! Makoto! Where are you?!" He cried out in his loudest voice, seeking out the one he knew would not be coping well in the tempestuous waters at that moment. His voice felt like it was being carried far away from where he intended it to go. Water continued to blind him, whether the rain or the ocean continuing to splash his face. "Makoto!!"

There! He spotted familiar sandy-brown locks. He hurriedly swam to the owner and scooped his arms underneath the young man's arms. A big wave came along, threatening to push both of them under. He knew if that happened, he might lose his hold on Makoto...and maybe lose him completely. He tightened his grip and braced for impact.

***

They were on the beach. He'd tried waking Makoto to no avail. He checked for signs of life. His breathing was dangerously shallow and his heartbeat faint, he had to strain to hear both. He had to act right away. If not...

He proceeded to use cardiopulmonary resuscitation, as had been instructed in the swimming classes he and Makoto had been enrolled in as young children. He became frustrated as it failed to take effect the way it should've.

Soon, despite his best efforts, the remainder of life that had been present in Makoto had faded. Haruka screamed in agony before collapsing over his torso.

~*~

His eyes flew open and he bolted upright, gasping for air. A few inhalations and exhalations later, he could breathe again, though his heart was still racing as images from his nightmare filled his mind.

He turned to the other occupant in the two-person tent, the sandy-brunet who'd been by his side ever since they were infants. He watched the steady rise and fall of his chest and inwardly sighed in relief.

The tent felt stifling. He silently got to his feet and tiptoed out, hoping not to wake the slumbering man.

A green eye opened and watched as the dark-haired youth slipped through the tent flap. Haru?

***

He sat on the sand, observing the ocean as it gently rolled back and forth to the shore. It would've been hard to believe those same calm waters were a churning monster the evening before. It would've been, but Nanase Haruka had known for a long time that the water had fangs that would bite into those unable to become one with it. It almost happened to him in elementary school and...

His breath hitched. The ocean had almost dragged down two people he cared about - he'd almost lost Rei who'd decided to challenge the waters despite his inexperience, and he'd almost lost his beloved Makoto whose fears had resulted in him freezing up and taking the full brunt of water's violent tendencies.

Haruka squeezed his eyes shut and rapidly shook his head as he tried to will away the memory of Makoto lying unconscious; thankfully still alive but barely breathing. He couldn't believe how close he'd come to losing the one person he cherished the most to the waters he loved.

"Haru?" a gentle call sounded.

His blue eyes widened slightly as he heard the approaching footfalls of the voice's owner. He didn't have to turn to see who was approaching, he'd recognise that voice anywhere.

Makoto sat down beside his best friend. "Can't sleep?"

Haruka didn't respond and kept gazing out at the ocean. He knew Makoto wouldn't require a response.

Green eyes softened in concern. Makoto turned to face the ocean, shivering slightly.  The events of the prior evening had been horrific for all involved - thankfully, everyone was safe and sound, nobody had been lost.

"Cold?"

"Mm."

Haruka knew the shiver was for another reason, but he allowed the excuse. He wanted to use it too. &p"Yeah, it's chilly tonight."

Both knew that wasn't true otherwise they'd have dashed for the tent by then.

"Hey, Haru?"

"Mm?"

"...never mind, it's nothing."

He knew there was something Makoto wanted to say, but sometimes the younger teen could be hesitant. "It's okay. What is it?"

Makoto sighed. "I had a nightmare earlier."

Haruka wondered if Makoto knew of his own, since he didn't know of Makoto's.

"It was...pretty unpleasant. Not the worst, but it made me a bit restless. It was about last night."

Haruka nodded. He heard Makoto shift over and felt their shoulders brushing.

"I can't remember all of the details, frankly I'd prefer not to. Anyway, I couldn't sleep too well after that."

"I had one too. Right before coming out here."

"About last night?"

He nodded jerkily.

"I'd be surprised if none of us had at least one about it."

"In my nightmare, you..." He reached over and tightly gripped Makoto's shirt in his fingers as if to ground himself to reality. It had been a habit formed between the pair that started many years ago, though it was usually Makoto gripping Haru's shirt or hand. "I was too late."

"Haru..."

"Makoto..." He turned to face him. He saw green eyes full of sympathy and a small smile. It was one to offer reassurance, he knew, but as the memories filled his mind again, all he could think was that he'd come so close to losing that beloved smile and the person responsible for it.

"Haru? Are you alright?"

He shivered before throwing his arms around Makoto's waist and hiding his face in his broad chest. He hated being seen in such a vulnerable state, but because it was Makoto - the one who'd seen him in almost every state imaginable - he was able to make an exception. He was thankful for Makoto's silence instead of inquiring as to what was wrong. He was thankful for the arms that wrapped around him, the chin resting atop his head, the entirety of the large frame curling around him as if to serve as a protective barrier from the world. He was thankful that the hold tightened as he shivered once more, no questions asked even as his salt water dampened the shirt he was seeking shelter in.

***

They'd stayed that way for a few minutes, Makoto waiting for Haruka to make the first move. He felt him start to pull back. He didn't comment on what had just happened, just allowed Haruka his own moment. As the embrace broke, he got to his feet. "We should try to get more sleep." He offered his hand, much like when helping Haruka out of a swimming pool or the bath.

Haruka was, once again, silently grateful for Makoto understanding him well enough to know that he really didn't want to talk about his earlier display of vulnerability. He knew it was nothing to be ashamed of, yet it was still embarrassing to be seen that way. He accepted Makoto's hand and allowed him to pull him to his feet. He noted that Makoto did not let go, even after he was standing. He had to admit he didn't want to let go either.

***

The pair was able to rest easier that night. It wasn't because of their conversation. It wasn't because of fatigue.

It was because, in an unspoken agreement, they found that holding each other was the best way to keep any nightmares at bay. If Nagisa saw them in the morning, they'd cross that bridge when thet got to it.

#makoharuflashbang #makoharu #free #tachibana makoto #nanase haruka

[playmakiing]

@rxvclver // bounced from X.

| ϟ |   The weeks following the Tower of Hanoi’s fall felt quick in comparison to the ten years prior.  Time was faster, each day passing by quickly.  Before his brother delivered the news of his captor’s demise, time crawled by ever so slowly, each day blurring together until all that was left was a void of despair.  Jin had been trapped in the confinements of his own mind for a little over a decade, but to hear of hope?  A light had begun to shine in his life, a trickle peeking through the dark.         Meeting Playmaker--Yuusaku Fujiki--while an awkward experience for the both of them, was also an enlightening moment.  While similar in their shared trauma and the aftermath of it, there had been one stark difference--Yuusaku took his anger and pain and weaponized it against his foe.  Jin. . .turned away from it all and refused to come out for ten whole years.  He would forever be grateful to the other teen for showing him a glimmer of hope, but part of him had wondered if his life would ever have any meaning.

        And one day it did.  After Jin began to move and talk again, Shoichi had quietly left behind the younger’s old duel disk during one of his visits to the rehabilitation center.  Nothing was said about the item, but for hours each day since, Jin would hold the duel disk and stare at it.  The loudest part of him said he should never duel again, dueling was scary and only going to inflict more pain on him.         Yet there was a spark inside of him that gently urged him forward, telling him to face his fears and stand on his own two feet.  Surely it was time for him to protect himself and not rely on others to do it for him?

        Then he appeared.  One evening as he gazed down at his duel disk, it began to glow brightly, and the next thing Jin knew, his Ignis had appeared before him.  The younger Kusanagi hadn’t met Yuusaku’s Ignis, but he heard the tales of him--a goofball in a sense, sometimes cryptic but a vital part in defeating the Knights of Hanoi.  So to see his own. . .it was a shining encounter.  The Light Ignis--later to be dubbed Lightning--was calm and collective, seeking out Jin because he wished to learn more about humanity and its future.           At first, Jin hides Lightning’s existence from his doctors and Shoichi, not wanting to raise any suspicions or concern, relatively.  Yet a strong bond formed rapidly between the Origin and the Ignis, and it resulted in a great improvement in Jin’s recovery.  It wasn’t long before he was given the all-clear to return home, but before Jin could introduce his brother to his new partner, disaster had struck in the virtual world of LINK VRAINS--a mysterious attacker was destroying parts of the network and the logged-in duelists were in danger.  Shoichi had left in a hurry ( presumably to go to his truck to hack into the system ), and Lightning had persuaded Jin to log in.  Despite him not being a duelist, the Light Ignis spoke of sensing something off in the network and wanted to investigate it for himself.  With the added comment of being able to assist his older brother, Jin logged into LINK VRAINS.

        And to both of their astonishment, the assailant was none other than Playmaker, the former hero of the digital world.  Quick investigating revealed that the true mastermind was Ai, the Dark Ignis, and he had hacked his Origin to turn him into an obedient servant. The events following this attack fell like dominos, and far too quickly for Jin’s liking.  After spending so much time in an endless sea of nothing, to have his whole life flipped upside down in a matter of hours?  It was terrifying, to say the least.

        While not a hacker and his overall dueling skills improving at a decent pace, Jin spent most of his free time sitting in whatever courtyard Cafe Nagi had access to, watching the world go by and assisting his brother with customers.  Revolver--or Ryoken Kogami, whichever name he preferred--dropped by often; an ueasy alliance had been made between all involving parties, and he wasn’t sure what to think of it.  This guy was the leader of the Knights of Hanoi, and while he wasn’t the mastermind behind his trauma, Revolver still owned up to it in a way.  He was confusing and scary, but Jin couldn’t help but watch him.  Something about Ryoken intrigued him, and he couldn’t put his finger on it.         So when Ryoken’s body began to collapse in front of him, dark circles under his eyes from exhaustion, Jin instinctively reached out to catch him, arms wrapping around the other and he fell to one knee to support them both; his arms were still relatively weak, but it was better than letting the other hit the concrete at full force.

        The moment his hands made contact, however, something bizarre occurred.  The scenery around them shifted suddenly, and Jin found himself leaning against a railing as the starless night sky loomed overhead.  In the distance laid another outstretched city, the lights dimly shining.  The Satellite. . .the shambles of a former city where the people consider lesser and unworthy lived.  Where he used to live.  Whenever he happened to pass by this outlook, Jin couldn’t help but stare across the bay at his former home.

        ❝ I have had to tell him as well, but it’s dangerous to look over there for long.  If anyone was to see you, they would suspect you. ❞

        An airy chuckle passes by his lips, but Jin adverts his gaze to look behind him; even in the darkness of the night, Ryoken’s figure was all too bright and easy to see.  Perhaps it was the stark white hair that glowed under the faint moonlight?         ❝ What would they do if they knew?  Kill me just like how they killed him? ❞

        The gentle smirk on the older man’s face faded at the snide comment, and he sighed.  ❝ Jin, you know I won’t let that happen, okay?  What happened then was a tragedy, and I swear I won’t let either of you get hurt by this corrupt authority. ❞

        Turning fully away from the railing, Jin steps towards his partner, not embracing him yet but slipping his hands into Ryoken’s, intertwining their fingers delicately.  They fit together so perfectly, sometimes he couldn’t believe how fate brought them together.         ❝ I know that, but I can’t help but hate this city for what they did.  Why do we have to suffer so some hoity-toity rich people live life without a care in the world? ❞

        Ryoken sighs as he presses a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead, his voice low as he replies.  ❝ I don’t know, but we can only work towards finding a solution.  One day, Jin, we’ll find a way. ❞

        As soon as the vision materialized around him, it was gone in an instant.  Jin blinked owlishly, his attention back on the man in his arms--which are about to fail on him any moment.

        ❝ H-Huh?  I don’t. . .what just happened? ❞

#❖ nothing left to save me | rxvclver ❖ #guest muse | jin kusanagi #v; as long as you're with me there's no place i'd rather be | soulmate au #❖ corrupted data infects all | hacked verse ❖

[fmdminheearchive]

thirty days of idol character development         all in one post, written over the course of a week. written as if by a fan with an informative blog for minhee, like the world’s biggest idol fun facts profile.

day one: introduce your muse. are they solo or in a group? what is their position in the group? consider this day the day for writing the basics.

hwang minhee, known professionally as minnie, is the youngest member of the south korean girl group, lipstick, and its sub - unit, lip gloss, under bc entertainment. she is the group’s main dancer and lead rapper.

day two: talk about your muse’s childhood. where did they grow up? did they have any dream jobs besides being an idol? when did they realize they wanted to be an idol?

minhee grew up in an affluent household in seoul, south korea, where her mother encouraged her to pursue dance from the age of three. interest in being an idol did not spark until her early teens, when she auditioned for bc entertainment, though a career in dance was always the goal.

day three: take us back to when your muse was either recruited or auditioned to become an idol. how did that go? how did they feel getting up on stage for recruiters? if your muse could give their younger selves advice before the audition, what would they say?

minhee auditioned for bc entertainment at an open audition day at the age of fourteen. she was confident in the dance portion of the audition, but less so in the singing portion. minhee has commented that if she was to change anything about her audition, she would have rapped instead of singing. 

day four: remember the trainee days? what are some of your muse’s memories of being a trainee? how long were they a trainee? were they worried about potentially not making a debut? talk about any challenges they might have encountered.

minhee was a trainee under bc entertainment for less than a year before debuting as lipstick’s maknae, but was training in semi - professional dance studios for years prior. minhee was known as a dance prodigy among the other trainees, and as such, was confident in her chances of debuting.

day five: recall your muse’s debut. what was the song they debuted with? how did it feel performing for the first time on stage as an idol? feel free to bring up their thoughts about the concept, choreography, lyrics, music video, or other components.

lipstick debuted on the thirtieth of july, 2012, with the song  ‘ run devil run ’, when minhee was fifteen years old. she felt the concept was cool, but not overly sexy, and was exhilarated that her dreams were finally coming true. it was noted by many vanities that minhee seemed shy during debut era. 

day six: what concept does your muse think they can pull off best? cutesy? manly? sexy? what concept do they have a hard time pulling off? what kind of concept would they want to do at some point?

minhee has expressed several times throughout her career that she prefers cutesy concepts such as lip gloss’ earlier releases over lipstick’s usual sexy releases, but feels she has learned to perform both sides of herself well over the years. the sexy concepts were difficult to adjust to at first. minhee would like to try a retro, 80s, or 90s concept, akin to sillhouette’s  ‘ night rather than day ’ and ‘ lady ’.

day seven: which era is your muse’s favorite in their career? why is it their favorite (think concept, promotions, choreography, etc.)? if your muse has recently debuted, talk about what they would want to do for their next comeback.

minhee’s favourite lipstick era is  ‘ holiday night ’. concept - wise, it’s one of her favourites, because it is less sexy than lipstick’s usual title tracks, and has a fun, playful, party concept. it is also her favourite because it was their last era as a seven - member group. ‘ bingle bangle ’ is also in the running for the top spot for almost the exact opposite reason. it symbolises their successful return as a six - member group, proving they can do it without goeun.

day eight: talk about your muse’s strengths and weaknesses as an idol. feel free to discuss their own personal thoughts regarding these components. think of qualities such as vocals, dancing, visuals, acting skills, and variety show skills, for example.

minhee is most notably recognised for her dancing prowess, having competed on the first season of dance competition show, ‘ hit the stage ’.  as the group’s main dancer, this is to be expected, and she has trained in dance since early childhood, thanks to her mother. minhee has often expressed a want to improve in rapping, following much criticism surrounding her skills and position as lead rapper. 

day nine: what is your muse’s fashion style? talk about what kind of clothes they love to wear. to them, what is the essential thing to have in their closet? what is their favorite outfit?

minhee is known for her simple, yet luxurious style. she is often seen at airports wearing pieces from cos, burberry, victoria beckham and chloé. staple pieces of minhee’s include straight - leg charcoal jeans, a black - and - white striped quarter - zip polo neck t - shirt and a long, burgundy coat. 

day ten: talk about your muse’s three closest friends. how did they meet? how long have they known each other? what do they love most about their friends?

minhee’s closest friends include wish’s june, lucid’s hyewon and lipstick’s very own hyeju, all wonderful women she’s been lucky to meet through work over the years. a social butterfly by nature, minhee has many friends within the industry, garnering herself a reputation for being a very friendly, very outgoing idol. 

day eleven: has your muse had any scandals? how have these scandals affected your muse as an idol or as a person? if your muse has not had any scandals, talk about their views on scandals. Is all publicity good publicity?

minhee has not been involved in any personal, individual scandals, but has been involved in scandals surrounding lipstick as a whole. aside from banned dance moves, lipstick’s reputation was heavily tarnished by their main vocal’s departure and the following lawsuit. the shakiness surrounding lipstick’s stability in the aftermath has left minhee struggling with seeing any longevity in her career. 

day twelve: if your muse is in a group, what are the fun things about promoting with other members? what do they love about being in a group? what do they love about their members? 

minhee has gone on record expressing her love and appreciation for the other members of lipstick, describing them as the older sisters she didn’t have growing up. she admires the other members for their cool, confident sexy charms, and is thankful for them always taking care of her, especially in the early days of lipstick. 

day thirteen: for the muses in a group, what are the challenges of being one of several people in a group? have there been any troubles that have come along with being in a group environment and times they wish they were alone? 

minhee prefers not to comment on any inter - group conflict, especially about any tensions following goeun’s departure, but it is a known fact that in lipstick, minhee’s lines are very slim, sometimes as little as seven seconds in an entire song. 

day fourteen: if your muse is in a group, how do you think they would have fared had they had a solo career instead? what kind of concept would they have?

minhee was never considered for a soloist position within the company, at least not before debuting as a member of lipstick. her skills were not strong enough to carry herself as a soloist back then, being only fifteen years old. nowadays, if she were to make a solo debut, it is assumed that it would be an upbeat rap track, with a blend of sassy and cute themes.

day fifteen: who does your muse look up to in the industry? why do they look up to this person?

the person minhee most looks up to in the industry is bee’s maknae, alyssia. this is because she is the maknae of bc entertainment’s most senior girl group, and when minhee was attempting to adjust to the demands of a sexy concept group, she was able to look to alyssia’s performances over the years as inspiration.

day sixteen: if your muse could do a special stage with another artist or idol group, who would it be and why? what song would they perform?

minhee would like to do a special stage that brings together members from other girl groups from across all companies to form one franken - girl group, and perform a medley of all of their biggest hits, such as lipstick’s ‘ miniskirt ’, sillhouette’s ‘ up and down ’, wish’s ‘ cheer up’, and more. featuring tearaway costumes to transition between concepts. 

day seventeen: how would your muse fare in a variety show? if your muse could appear on any variety show, which variety would it be and why?

her sociable and bubbly charms make minhee a natural on most variety shows, especially of the talk variety, but her favourite kind are the challenging types that feature athletic events. she would love to really test her physical limits by doing a stint on real men.

day eighteen: what entertainment agency is your muse a part of? what do they think of other groups and artists that are in the same agency as them? which labelmates do they get along with the most, excluding group members?

minhee is signed to bc entertainment. her favourite bc city group aside from lipstick is wish. being roughly the same age as most members of wish’s unnie line, minhee has known them since they were trainees, and gets on well with them and the rest of wish. minhee often jokingly says she would have liked to be a member of wish instead of lipstick.

day nineteen: is there anything besides idol activities that your muse would want to do? would they want to take their hand at hosting a variety show or act in a television show or drama? would they want to try out modeling or a musical?

minhee has mentioned in past interviews that she would like to go into the choreography field fulltime one day, as well as hosting a variety show. currently, she is contracted as the brand face of puma, and hopes to have more solo endorsement and modeling opportunities in the future.

day twenty: if your muse was able to be a part of a supergroup that comprised of current idols, who would they want to be in the same group and why? what kind of concept would this group have? how do you think the group would do in terms of popularity?

if minhee was to put together a supergroup, she would form it from other main dancers to create a dance and choreography focused girl group. their title tracks, to go along with the concept, would be heavily dance influenced. while some may criticize them for vocal performance, their popularity would be supplemented by dance fans. 

day twenty - one: how does your muse feel about their fans? how do they feel about sasaeng fans? how would they handle a situation in which they were faced with obsessive fans that followed them or invaded their privacy? if they’ve had problems with sasaeng fans before, how did they feel about it?

saesang fans are one of minhee’s worst fears. she values her privacy very highly, and takes big steps to protect it, installing extensive security measures both outside her apartment and on her phone. she clears everything she does with a manager, or at least a friend, to make sure someone she can trust knows where she is at all times. in general, minhee loves and appreciates the majority of her fans, but does find some overtly sexual interactions discomforting.

day twenty - two: talk about your muse’s goals that they have for their group or themselves if they are a solo artist. where would they want to promote if given the chance? do they want to do a solo album at one point? this can be any sort of professional goal.

minhee would like to make a solo debut in the future to show off her skills that she never fully gets to in the group, but she would also like to see lip gloss make a return to their original cute and quirky concepts. along with this, minhee would also like to play a more active role choreographing dance routines for lipstick, and within bc entertainment itself. 

day twenty - three: what is your muse’s thoughts on being an idol and dating? are they against dating? have they ever been in a relationship after debuting? if so, talk about the challenges that have come along with dating. if they aren’t dating, would they want to date?

minhee is known for being a hopeless romantic. publicly, minhee has not revealed herself to be in any relationships over the years, but has often lamented in interviews about her singleness and how she feels that even if she was dating that she wouldn’t have the time to commit to anything serious, but that she also is not interested in dating casually. 

day twenty - four: who is your muse’s ideal type? why is this person their ideal type?

minhee’s ideal type is a man that is older than her, but by no more than five to six years. she would like someone who is a dancer like her so that they can practice and perform together, someone who will teach her how to cook and that likes cats.

day twenty - five: what does your muse want to be remembered for in the idol world? do they want to be remembered for their vocal prowess? their image? their dancing skills? their scandals?

minhee would most like to be remembered for her dancing skills and for being a kind and friendly idol who takes care of her hoobaes. she thinks a lot about the youtube compilations of her dance breaks from over the years, and how long they might be by the time her career is over.

day twenty - six: does your muse ever regret becoming an idol? do they ever think about what they would be doing instead if they lived a normal life? if they could go back in time, would they do everything all over again? or would they end up doing something else?

minhee’s number one passion is dance, and if she wasn’t an idol, she thinks she would most likely still be working in the performance field, whether as a professional dancer as part of a dance company or as a choreographer. ultimately, she’s happy that she ended up doing what she loves instead of entering the business field like her father.

day twenty - seven: after working hard on promotions, your muse is given the chance to take a two week vacation anywhere in the world at any time they want, with nobody bothering them. where would they go and when? why would they want to take their vacation there? if they had the opportunity to bring three other people, who would they bring?

minhee would like to go on vacation to paris, if given the opportunity. she visited there once as a child, but she doesn’t remember very much of it. she would like to go in the summer to take advantage of the good weather, and so she could eat pastries outside at a park. while she was there, she would like to go to the top of the eiffel tower and disneyland.

day twenty - eight: talk about your muse’s low point in life. why was this a low point in their life? what kind of challenges did they face and how did they feel about this? were they able to overcome it? if it is still ongoing, are they working on overcoming these challenges?

minhee’s lowest point in her career was during ‘ remember ’ era. it was just following goeun’s departure from the group, and instead of handling the situation well, bc shoved lip gloss into music show promotions with a dark, edgy concept much more suited to lipstick. being kept in the dark about all the legal proceedings behind the scenes, dealing with the backlash and the confusion from the public and vanities alike, it all added up to making it a difficult, difficult time for minhee, that really continued on until ‘ bingle bangle ’.

day twenty - nine: talk about your muse’s most meaningful moment as an idol. this is what they feel so far is the highest point in their life and where they’ve never been happier. recall the memory and describe it; what happened and how did they feel?

the most meaningful moment in minhee’s career so far was her first win . . . as a member of lip gloss. sure, winning with ‘ miniskirt ’, proving their worth to the company after so long, had been good and gratifying, but the instant success of ‘ catallena ’, winning with the type of song she’d wanted to do from the day she signed with bc, felt unbelievable.

day thirty: think about your muse’s life down the road. where would they be and what would they be doing? would they still be in the entertainment industry? would they settle down and have a family?

in ten years time, minhee hopes that she’s still involved in the entertainment industry somehow, if only because it’s the only life she’s ever known. probably not still as a full - time idol, but maybe as a dance mentor on television, running her own dance studio, things like that. minhee likes the idea of having a family one day, but thanks to her own mother’s glaring faults, finds it difficult to picture herself as a parent.

#this is ............. beefy #𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕦𝕡 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 ⇨ self para.

[hourzmanga]

JULY manga rec

hello all. i’m back and a little late.

Hanaoni Tobira no Sakaimeya-san: This series contains episodic stories of yokai and demons who visit a border shop in order to become acclimatized to the human world and meet the goal that they are seeking. Beautiful art and character design and i love my main characters ..

Haruka 17: A soon to be college graduate is desperately trying to find a job. Her search seems to be in vain until she has an interview at a small dingy office where she gets asked many probing questions and is even filmed. Confused, but going along with it, she is called back to be a talent at the agency rather than a manager like she wanted. However, despite her doubts, these circumstances drive her to improve and learn more as a model and actress, chasing her newfound dream. The art is sweet, the main girl is endearing and u just want the best for her, plus each character receives a lot of depth. I couldn’t stop reading!!

Kageno datte Seishun Shitai: Literally perfect manga it hits all my preferences PERFECTLY. After entering high school, the main character has found herself without friends. However, this changes when the handsome boy who sits next to her asks her to pretend to be his girlfriend so he can avoid the unwanted attention he keeps receiving from his female classmates. They begin their unlikely relationship as friends but as they become closer it becomes more.

Love, Hate, Love.: a former ballet dancer and current ballet teacher decides to depart from her current life. Never having had a serious relationship in her life, she pursues her older neighbor, a professor and patron at the bar where she works after her ballet classes. Sweet depictions of interesting characters who, though quite awkward, make up for it with honesty and earnestness. Same author as Butter! (another manga with dance involved—but ballroom instead) but this one definitely has a more mature angle (its Josei).

Mairimashita! Iruma-kun: A disadvantaged boy is sold by his parents to a demon for a pact. However, the demon wants to treat him as his grandson and send him to demon school. There, he makes new friends and succeeds with his unique human qualities. LOVE this, i immediately adored the concept and it’s loads of fun to read.

Majo to Neko no Hanashi: The stories of young witches who, upon turning thirteen, receive a cat and life companion who will help them find their way as witches. Delightful and SWEET.

Melancholia: Named for the asteroid that is coming ever closer to the earth and will decimate all humans living on it, this series of one shots examines the people (and non-people) living on Earth and what they choose to do in their final days. Lot of sweet stories and some strange and unsettling ones, with an unconventional view on impending doom. WARNING for pedophilia in second chapter.

Munakata Kyouju Ikouroku: Episodic chronicles of a professor who specializes in the history of iron, in Japan. Each chapter theorizes about the tangential connections between ancient stories and historical events, ultimately creating a whole new way of viewing not only history but also the modern day. Deals heavily with history so might be confusing if you don’t have any prior knowledge about like, Buddhism or Japanese history. Definitely would recommend having Wikipedia open. The main character also has the best look going on lol, definitely my type of character. But overall love the art and stories and how good it feels to know that you’re learning as you read.

Nekomata: A police officer who can also see nekomata, the spirits who observe the daily lives of the people that live in the houses they watch over.

Psychometrer/Psychometrer Eiji: The first is a rewrite of the second series. I found psychometrer eiji through the rewrite and was really really intrigued. The series are about a delinquent high schooler with the ability to touch objects and people and see select memories of where they have been. His power is discovered by a police officer who has him use his powers to assist her in her cases. I love the premise and the characters, although it often veers very typical shounen with like... boobies and panties and damsels in distress. I also like that the mysteries span several chapters and aren’t wrapped up in two or three chapters. Good amount of violence and blood, but not gratuitous imo. And pro tip: skip the chapters with the weird cop fetishist. not funny.

Seirei no Moribito: HIGHLY RECOMMEND THIS. Like really, BIG recommend. This series centers on a woman working as a bodyguard who, by chance, saves the prince of the country she is traveling through. The prince has been possessed by the spirit of a water demon and the emperor and his associates have been attempting to assassinate the boy; however, this female bodyguard is hired by the empress to guard him and escape from the palace. When she does, she begins a journey fighting against palace hunters, supernatural beings, and more, all to protect the prince who carries something of great importance. The world building is super interesting and comes together piece by piece—from the two moons in the sky and the two worlds that exist side by side, everything is well thought out and executed beautifully. Also well written woman!!!! i’m in love w her..

Shounenshoujo Ryouryuuki: The stories of troubled teens that rely on fantastical and strange elements. The episodic stories join at the end and cleanly complete the series in a very satisfying and thought provoking way.

#manga rec

[zacharybosch]

guess who finished a fic! this bitch!!

it’s a mizumono fix-it inspired by a george michael song and hannibal and will dance at a bar and it sounds janky but i promise it’s good (i hope)

a snippet:

“Why are you letting me do this? You know what’s going to happen. I can tell.” Another kiss, because Will was frightened to speak so near to the truth and because Hannibal just couldn’t help himself. “I think of you and I feel out of mind. Do I hurt you the way you hurt me?”

“Every day I see you is a new mark on my skin.”

“You’re not marked yet,” Will breathed, and dragged Hannibal from the dancefloor.

read Wild Thoughts below or on ao3

On the night that Hannibal’s world came gently and quietly crashing down around him, Will didn’t stay for dinner. The refusal of the invitation was enough in itself to put Hannibal on edge, sudden and sharp betrayal notwithstanding, but it was made worse by the fact that he’d been so tactile and open prior to his abrupt departure. Will was prone to absent-minded fondling, every item on Hannibal’s desk having been subject to it at some point over the past several months, but this evening there had been a shift in his attentions.

Normally, he went for any substantial, solid thing. Books, the letter opener, some objet d’art that he’d plucked from a shelf. Weighty and grounding and, at a pinch, a passable weapon. Understandable that violence was at the forefront of his mind given the trap he was trying to lay.

But in the last two hours, Will had touched, in no particular order: the fine translucent blinds that hung behind the heavy striped drapes; the edge of a tissue protruding from the box, a barely-there ghosting touch; a drop of dark wine from the delicate crystal rim of the decanter; and once, very briefly, the bone in Hannibal’s wrist, just below his cuff.

The first curl of scent brought with it a fierce and immediate blunting of all other sensory input. For a brief second, all Hannibal could feel was the sick, burnt-out hollow of his chest, which soon turned into a draining ache that threatened to leave all manner of ugly emotions in its wake. The bitter fire of it still scratched at the back of Hannibal’s throat, and the spread of Will’s hands over sheer cloth made it twice as difficult to swallow down. Hannibal could handle righteous fury and the blunt physicality of a fight, but to couch his betrayal in soft and sensuous movements, intimacy hinted at in the trail of his fingers: that was a particular cruelty that only Will could deliver.

Will had come to his door that evening, ruin slicked into the lock of hair that curled over his forehead, and Hannibal had simply admired its lustre in the firelight. And then he had left, devastation in his wake, glancing back over his shoulder with that same ruinous curl offering taunt and temptation. There was some other game Will was playing, some further hook to catch on Hannibal’s flesh and twist in his words.

Wherever Will could lead him, Hannibal would inevitably follow. The admiration for his twisting and duplicitous mind was present and applauding even as his sense of self-preservation urged him to cut and run.

//

Gaudy red neon light, rough brickwork, the heady stench of an alley used for fucking and fighting. The muffled throb of music smothered the low hum of Hannibal’s car as he cruised the parking lot at the alley’s entrance. The Bentley would stand out in all the wrong ways in a place such as this, but Hannibal was nothing if not image-conscious and so he’d opted instead for his BMW, which spoke quietly of a certain wealth and taste that wasn’t necessarily above a back-alley fuck. In all honesty, his choice of vehicle mattered little; if he’d skidded up in leathers on his motorbike, it would’ve been just as ill-advised and reckless. But Will provoked in him ill-advised and reckless ideas, fey moods and wild thoughts.

It was easy enough to tell himself he came looking for any anonymous face just to amuse himself before the inevitable bloody fallout, that he came here of his own volition and not because he followed Will’s carefully laid trail like breadcrumbs through the forest. Easy enough indeed, right up until he saw familiar curls picked out in neon red, the sharp jawline and sweet flesh of his neck fading into shadow. Funny how all his trains of thought seemed to run towards Will these days, even the ones he tried to direct elsewhere.

Will was tired of thinking altogether. Schemes and secrets and lies upon lies and he was so tired. He didn’t want to speak any more, because speaking meant deceiving and deceiving meant… something. But Hannibal had always had a talent for drawing words out of Will and setting sparks in his mind; he just had to sit there with his dark eyes and the knowing curve in his lips and Will would be spilling secrets he hadn’t even known he was keeping, laying traps he was only half aware of, luring prey that he already had fixed in his jaws.

Hannibal pulled up alongside the rear of the bar and lowered his window. Will was leaning against the wall, beer bottle hanging from his low-slung hand, eyes scanning back and forth beneath sweeping lashes. To speak with him, to push the night on to its inevitable conclusion, was to tighten the noose around his own neck. But if this was all Will offered, Hannibal would take it and enjoy it until circumstance forced his hand otherwise.

“Looking for something, Will?”

“Only you.” Will took a long pull from his bottle, and three languorous steps until he was hovering next to Hannibal’s window. “Nice car. BMW. Didn’t know you had one.”

“I prefer not to take the Bentley to back-alley parking lots.”

“Hm. Make a little room for me, will you?”

There wasn’t much privacy to be had in the small parking lot, but it didn’t much matter. Everyone else out here had the same purpose in mind, and they paid no mind to one more anonymous couple seeking their pleasure.

Will had Hannibal in the backseat, crowded up against the door, hand heavy on his thigh. Imploring eyes and bitten lips.

“Will,” Hannibal began.

“Whatever you’re about to say, don’t say it. I just want you to… You know.” Will pushed a little harder against Hannibal’s thigh. “Just for tonight.”

“Will, I--”

“No, I don’t want to hear it. I’m a body. You’re a body. Let’s just do what bodies do.”

“You’re a fool to suggest it, and you make me foolish enough to consider it.”

“Right. I’m a damn fool. So kiss me.”

Will tasted like beer, and the cold snap of winter night air. Under that, he tasted like Hannibal’s first kill, unrefined and inelegant but intoxicating in its immediacy and vitality, fresh and wild and free. This was a train of thought that he could ride for tonight, to the exclusion of all else. One last hurrah before the inevitable blood between them.

Hannibal was not at all what Will had expected him to be like. On the few occasions he’d allowed himself to think of it, he’d imagined slow kissing, ritualistic lovemaking, a contrived burst of passion near the end as Hannibal constructed the fantasy that whoever he was with, they were the only person in the world who could make him crack his smooth veneer like this. A performance designed with a specific outcome in mind.

In reality, Hannibal was loose and easy. Maybe he was only like this with Will. The car was roomy and he took advantage of it, pulling Will into his lap, rolling their bodies across the seats, limbs outflung and grasping. He laughed, and light flashed off his sharp teeth.

Hannibal’s easy pleasure was a tidal wave, and Will let himself be swept up in it. They kissed like teens on prom night, eager and excited, getting tangled in the layers they tried to shed. It could be that this was just another fiction, one specifically designed with Will in mind, but he touched the bare skin of Hannibal’s collarbone, and the shuddering breath that it drew from him was helpless and immediate.

The back doors of the bar swung open and shut, music leaking out in irregular fits and bursts, thick beats pulsing over words of lust and intoxication. Will wanted to be in there suddenly, awash in coloured light and the heady scent of drink and sweat. He wanted Hannibal in there with him, hands on his hips, feeling the ripple of their bodies together. Music loud enough to drown out the sound of betrayal ringing in his ears.

Will leaned back, laid a forceful hand on Hannibal’s shoulder when he tried to follow Will’s retreating lips.

“Come and dance with me,” he said, eyes a little too bright.

Hannibal could endure a variety of indignities when circumstance dictated it; his body could run on autopilot to maintain the facade, while his mind retreated elsewhere. He had haunted this bar on an infrequent basis, quiet mid-week nights when he felt the urge to witness the love and ugliness played out by patrons on the dancefloor. It held the same kind of fascination for him as his church collapses, albeit with a slightly haughtier, privately mocking bent; not something he would ever personally deign to be involved in, but compelling to watch and satisfying to ponder over later.

But Will was painted with light, red-blue-purple-gold, and the crowd, the bar, the music, all melted away. Will was a flighty and difficult creature, so hard to pin down, but here now he was beautiful in his simple, unthinking pleasure. Content to stay, to be held and swayed, to curl his hand around Hannibal’s jaw and kiss him slow and thorough.

Hannibal slid a hand down to Will’s ass, not to grab but just to feel the rocking of his body, the roll of hips not used to dancing. Will took it as an invitation anyway and began to grind, slow and rhythmic and too sweet to last. He broke their kiss only so much as was necessary to whisper damp words against Hannibal’s lips.

“Why are you letting me do this? You know what’s going to happen. I can tell.” Another kiss, because Will was frightened to speak so near to the truth and because Hannibal just couldn’t help himself. “I think of you and I feel out of mind. Do I hurt you the way you hurt me?”

“Every day I see you is a new mark on my skin.”

“You’re not marked yet,” Will breathed, and dragged Hannibal from the dancefloor.

//

The stall was cramped, and more than a little filthy, but Will sank to his knees anyway. He mouthed at Hannibal through layers of fabric, the dampened thrumming from the bar playing counterpoint to the roaring rush in his head. Will had said that he’d never felt as alive as he did when he was killing Hobbs. But this? This was damn close. A hair’s breadth from madness.

Hannibal twined one helpless hand into Will’s hair, the other pressed hard against the slick tile on the wall. The words that pressed against his teeth were all wrong, too vulnerable by far and an ugly glimpse of his tender and yearning flesh, but he let them come forth anyway.

“We could leave now, tonight.”

Even as he said it, feeling the first prick of tears that he wouldn’t let fall, Hannibal knew that Will would deny him again. He was in too deep, and too stubborn to take the rope offered him. With the first burn of Freddie Lounds’ scent, Hannibal had understood fairly quickly that he might have to beg Will at some point soon, but he’d never imagined to feel so pathetic while doing it. It was entirely foreign and discomfiting and not at all in line with how he’d imagined such a scenario might feel: the last poignant entreaty from a spurned lover to the cruel object of their affections, the noble sacrifice laying back against the altar.

Instead, he was pressed against a disgusting wall in a public bathroom and Will was going to reject him halfway through sucking his cock.

“Okay,” said Will.

For several long, painful seconds, Hannibal was utterly at a loss. No wise words materialised, no cutting riposte, nothing metaphorical, philosophical, pretentious or plain. When he continued to not say anything, Will rose from his position on the floor, scrubbed the back of his hand across his mouth, and pressed on.

“I… I didn’t kill Freddie. I know you could smell her on me. Randall Tier was the one we ate.”

So many questions firing strobe lights behind his eyes, fueled by white-hot anger and sudden, desperate hope, but when Hannibal finally managed to speak, he said, “The meat tasted frightened. Randall had a pneumatically-powered kill-suit. And you, with your bare hands, you frightened him.”

Will stared intently at the floor, shy or hesitant or still deceitful even now, and huffed a gentle laugh. “I was mad. Annoyed that he smashed my window. Pissed that he hurt Buster.” Taking one step to close the gap between them, he caught Hannibal’s eye beneath the fan of his lashes and said, “I wanted it to be you. I straddled him and beat him to death and imagined it was you.”

Hannibal said nothing, just grasped Will’s hand and ran his thumb back and forth over the faded pink cuts on his knuckles.

“I hit you and you smiled through the blood in your teeth.”

“Will…”

“You want us to leave? Then let’s leave. Fuck it. Fuck everything. I’m sick of playing these games. Tired of trying to fit myself around other people’s morality. I want to run away.” He twisted his hand in Hannibal’s grip until their fingers were intertwined. “That’s the truth.”

“The truth still has consequences, Will. You’ve confessed your sins now, but you did all this with an intention to betray me. I can’t forget that. I won’t.”

“Would you believe me if I said that I’ve been split down the middle pretty much since I got out of prison?” Hannibal stared back at him, soft and searching, but said nothing. “No. I’ve cut you too deep already. If you want to punish me, I’ll take it. I probably deserve it. But let’s leave first.”

“What about your dogs?” Hannibal asked, feeling faintly surprised by his own question even as the words left his mouth.

The question caught Will off guard as well. It seemed a peculiar thing for him to ask, Hannibal having given no genuine impression up until now that he cared one bit about anything in Will’s life other than the immediate possession of his mind and body.

“They’ve been with a neighbour for the last few days. With everything going on, it seemed safer. Especially after Randall… I know they’d be well cared for if I didn’t show up to collect them again.”

There may be opportunities to get them later, Hannibal didn’t say, the idea that there would even be a ‘later’ for them still too tender to give voice to.

“Then let’s go,” he said instead.

on ao3

#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal fanfic #my fic #tbh this fic is just my personal loveletter to pop music #hope you enjoy~