#shady business has my entire heart

[rainypebble07]

Sometimes, I miss superspy byler 😔

#I want to write shady business all over again #it was such a fun era for me #my favorite AU ever #shady business has my entire heart #I’ve simply never written better #I’m sorry everything that came after #you’ll never compare #superspy byler #byler #stranger things #byler fanfic

[touyasdoll]

Why Are You Here?

pairing: rockstar!Touya Todoroki x ex girlfriend!reader (fem), model!Keigo x reader (implied)

warnings: quirkless!au. exes to lovers. reader's wearing a dress. no cheating involved. reader & Keigo aren't exclusive, but it's still a little shady. Touya has low self worth. bathroom sex. wall sex. unprotected sex. biting if you squint. dacryphiia if you squint. v mild degradation. praise. reader gets picked up. creampie. emotionally charged sex. tiniest bit of angst, but it's immediately resolved.

word count: 3.5k

notes: based on the MGK song of the same title. his music always makes me think of Touya, so I couldnt resist 💕

also shout out & credit to @emotionalsupportemoboys for making me fall so deeply in love with rockstar!Touya that it actually hurts sometimes. every version of this man that you write is just *chef's kiss*

💕Heartbeats & Handgrenades Masterlist 💕

“Why are you here?” 

You recognize the voice behind you immediately. Recognize the ire permanently laced into his words. Ire that was never truly directed at you, even now. He’s always had plenty of reasons to be angry, but not with you. Not for long, anyway. 

After inhaling a silent breath, you turn to face him and, unfortunately, he looks as good as he ever has without even having to try. It’s unfair, honestly.

Snow white hair perfectly mussed atop his head. Dark, ripped up jeans. A black button down that’s half undone, offering you a generous peek at the smooth skin of his well toned chest, covered in various tattoos that you know you could trace without even having to look at them.

And then there’s that fucking look on his face. The handsome smirk that has your knees turning to gelatin, but you’re determined to try and prop up your walls. They always seem to be made of cardboard when it comes to Touya, but something is better than nothing. 

“Getting a drink? I could ask you the same question. This was my bar first.” You offer nothing more than a nonchalant shrug as you lean against the countertop in the dimly lit dive bar. “Some people just say ‘I’ve missed you’, y’know.” 

“Oh, so you miss me? S’that why you showed up with pretty boy?” He cocks a brow as he sidles up beside you, cheating his body towards you as he rests an elbow on the bar. 

He’d seen you walk in Keigo and he’d also just outed himself, because no sooner than the blonde had left your side did Touya seize the opportunity to say hello to you. He mentally kicks himself from slipping so soon into your interaction.

He leans in a little closer and the aroma of his aquatic cologne mingling with the ever present scent of smoke hits your nostrils. He smells like a bonfire on the beach and it catapults you back into the memory of the last morning that you’d spent together. Tangled up in the sheets, limbs intertwined while your noses brushed against one another’s. The taste of cigarettes on your tongue, despite the fact that you don’t smoke. You’re a little ashamed to admit that you bought a pack just to burn one whenever you miss him a little too much. 

“Why? You jealous?”

“M’sure you’d love it if I was,” he says as he turns toward the approaching bartender to order himself a whiskey. He orders you your usual. 

“If,” you scoff once the bartender busies himself with fixing your drinks. He hates the way you threaten to cut through his entire facade with a single syllable. 

“Didn’t miss your fucking attitude, that’s for sure,” he mutters, but there’s no truth to his words.

He’s missed you. He’s always missing you. Constantly. It’s exhausting, actually. He’s well aware that he has a tendency to obsess over things, to fixate, and you’re no exception.

He’s only at this bar, because he knows that it’s your favorite. He was so used to attending exclusive nightclubs, posting up in the VIP section to party to his heart’s content, which was fun in the beginning of his career. He loved the attention that it brought him, but eventually the charm wore off and he realized that most of the people around him were after something. 

Not here though. He was just looking to get a drink without having to entertain anyone. He wanted to unwind and take his mind off things, so he happened into this place. Strolled up to the bar the two of you are posted up at right now and there he found you. The only thing worth thinking about from that point forward. 

You and your gentle touch. You and your kind words. You and your concern for his well being. You and your Godforsaken love for him. He can still feel it too. It’s practically radiating off of you, even through your veil of sarcasm; he’s practically drowning in it and he’s ready to take a deep, deep breath. 

But he doesn’t. He’d rather suffocate like a fish on dry land when the ocean is right there, waves outstretching over and over again, offering assistance to see him home where he could finally breathe again. He knows he doesn’t deserve it. 

“Bullshit,” you laugh and the sound is genuine. It makes his heart skip a beat and he knows that he’s helpless now. 

“What do you mean, bullshit?” He quirks his brow, narrowing his eyes and offering you the slightest hint of a smile. 

“You miss my attitude,” you state plainly, shrugging as you accept your drink from the bartender with a polite thank you before you turn to look at Touya. “It’s the only one that can keep up with yours.”

The tension finally breaks. It doesn’t shatter, but there’s an obvious crack in it. Enough to relieve some of the pressure that’s so violently palpable between you. You focus back on your drink, taking a generous sip as you start to study the few other bar patrons here tonight. 

“Ya got me there,” he chuckles, looking down at his designer combat boots as his smile grows and turns a touch wistful. 

He quiet for a moment, fingers tapping against the glass of whiskey on the bar. He studies the amber liquid until he can’t fight it any longer and he reluctantly fixes his gaze on you. His eyes slowly travel along your frame, pulse quickening when he finally gets a good look at the way the stark white dress that you’re wearing suits your body. You look perfect. Hair done and makeup perfect. He’d still think the same if you were sitting here in sweats, barefaced. You were always perfect in his eyes. 

“What?” You ask as you peek over at him, innocent as ever. 

“I miss you like hell.”

Your eyes meet and everything seems to slow down for a moment. You study his features, your gaze briefly flitting to his lips that you wish you could just lean in and taste again, but you told yourself that you had to quit him. It isn’t healthy to keep doing this same old song and dance. Even if it’s the only thing that makes you feel alive these days. 

“We can’t keep this up, Touya,” you whisper, meeting his eyes again to see the same sense of longing you feel reflected in his own.

“One more time.”

It’s a plea. He’s desperate, holding his breath and praying to a God that he’s never believed in that you won’t turn him away. 

“We always say that.”

“And one day we might mean it, so c’mon. We can’t hurt each other more than we already have.”

“You’re underestimating us.”

“You’re avoiding this,” he counters. “Because you don’t wanna say no.”

And he’s right. You don’t want to. You can’t. 

“Ya got me there,” you admit, feeling a little sheepish all of a sudden. Despite everything that you’ve been through together, which has definitely involved hell and high water, there’s always an invigorating sense of newness and novelty with Touya. A fire that you can’t put out. 

He grins, nodding towards the back wall of the bar before he tips his glass back to swallow his drink in one gulp. You fight the smile on your lips, taking one last sip of your own before you abandon it in favor of following a few paces behind him towards the men’s restroom. 

He slips inside and you wait nearby for a beat until he just barely kicks the door open to signal that the coast is clear. With a quick glance around, you’re assured that no one’s paying you any mind, so you slip inside and are immediately welcomed into his arms.

“You didn’t say it back,” he points out, pressing you against the counter as his hands slide from your waist down to the hem of your dress. 

“You didn’t lock the door.”

He huffs a laugh and steps away to twist the lock on the bathroom door, sauntering back towards you to seize your waist again. 

“Satisfied?”

“Never.”

“Smartass,” he murmurs, shaking his head as he leans in to capture your lips, silencing whatever remark you had brewing. 

Both of you had tried to put distance between yourselves, in vain, clearly. None of that mattered now. All that seemed to matter was getting closer. Your arms wind around his neck, hand cradling the back of his head, so that you can kiss him more deeply. His tongue parts your lips, begging to explore your mouth while his hands slip beneath your dress. He wastes no time in finding what he’s really after. His index fingers hooks into the crotch of your panties, tugging them aside to slip his middle finger between your folds as he pulls a moan from your throat.

“This wet for me already? So you have missed me, huh, doll?” He smirks, teasing your slick entrance as he pulls back to look at you before he starts peppering kisses along your jaw. 

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you murmur, shifting your hips forward in search of friction, which he grants you in the form of his thumb gently circling your clit. You rest your hands on the counter behind you to keep yourself steady. 

“Don’t hafta. You’re the one doin’ that,” he whispers in your ear, his voice low and sensuous. “Keep it up, baby. You know I like hearing the sounds you make for me.”

He doesn’t give you much of a choice when his lips find the skin of your neck. The tip of his tongue slides over your pulse before he nips at it with his teeth, making you gush a little around his finger when he effortlessly slips one inside of you. 

“Touya,” you moan, already too pliable in his capable hands. “We don’t have a lotta time.”

It’s an unfortunate truth that he can’t argue with. He wants nothing more than to make this last, but he’ll always take what he can get as far as you’re concerned. 

“I know,” he grumbles and you swear you can see a pout on his lips for the briefest of seconds as he cups your jaw. 

He kisses you like he means it. It’s not searing, but it’s comfortably warm. His soft lips move against yours again and again, slow and deliberate. He savors every second that he’s able to taste you and he uses each one to try and tell you without words just exactly how much he’s been missing you. 

“Guess we oughta do this efficiently then, yeah?” 

The signature smirk is back when he pulls away and you hardly have time to process before he’s spinning you around to face the dingy mirror in front of you. He guides your hands to the counter as the bulge in his already tight jeans prods at your ass. 

“Just shut up at fuck me already,” you beg impatiently, too wound up to deal with any more banter while your cunt was still empty. 

He chuckles, eyes gleaming with amusement as he looks at you through the mirror and pulls his cock from his pants. Long, pierced, and swollen with need. 

“I love it when you boss me around,” he rasps as he guides the head of his cock between your folds, quickly gathering your slick on his length before he sinks himself inside of you with a sinful groan that he doesn’t bother stifling. 

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, sighing with relief as he fills you. 

Your eyes fall closed and you hang your head while he slowly starts shifting his hips, dragging his cock back and forth along your walls to inch himself deeper with each pass. 

“You feel so good, doll. Shit.”

His head lolls back and he loses himself for a time, too distracted by the feeling of you finally being wrapped around him again to focus on anything else. 

You eventually pick your head up to look at him through the mirror, your moans echoing off of the glass. He meets your gaze a moment later and neither of you dare look away from one another as he starts thrusting harder and faster. 

“Fucking missed your cock, Touya. Missed it so fucking much,” you whimper, clutching to countertop as tears start to well in your eyes, because it truly just felt that good. 

“Don’t cry, doll. You’re gonna ruin your makeup and we can’t have that,” he says with an edge of condescension in his voice. “I gotta send you back to pretty boy in good condition.”

He looks down to watch where your bodies are joined, never missing a beat as he continues drilling himself into you. 

“M’not w-with him,” you feel the need to clarify while you can still form words.

“But you came here with him. Could have any man you wanted and yet you show up here with a friend of mine. M’not stupid, doll,” he pants, gradually slowly his pace as he finds your eyes in the mirror yet again. “And neither are you.”

“Touya—,”

“Ssh,” he hushes you, pulling out to grab onto your waist and spin you around. “I don’t give a fuck about who you’re here with.”

You gaze at him, allowing him to walk you backwards towards the wall that he pins you to. He lumbers over you, delicately taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger to tilt it back, so that his eyes can bore down into yours, allowing you to see the unadulterated desperation in his eyes. 

“Why didn’t you just say it back?” He asks quietly, his voice hardly above a whisper. “I know you miss me, doll. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t, right?”

You don’t know what to say. Of all the times that the two of you had slipped and ended up like this, neither one of you had ever let your guard down so completely. 

He’s impatient and painfully aware that all of his insecurities were bubbling up to the surface, so he changes course again, throwing the two of you right back to where you were. 

“You said you missed this, yeah?” 

He grabs your thigh to hitch it up onto his hip and palms his erection, slowly sliding it into your core again and breathing a little easier when it still tears a moan from your lungs. The tension lessens once you’re connected again, but it doesn’t dissolve and he thinks the only solution is proximity. 

“Up,” he instructs as he slides his hand behind your other thigh. 

You comply and jump high enough to let him catch you and hoist you up, your back flush to the wall as he starts rocking his hips again, slowly pistoning his cock in and out of you. 

“I missed you,” you admit breathlessly, draping your arms around his neck and holding him close. “I always miss you.”

Hearing those words brings him some relief and it shows on his face, but he realizes then that just that alone  isn’t what he really needs. He needs more and you know that already, because you need it too. 

“Say it. Please. Please just fucking say it. I need you to,” he outright begs, too lost in the moment to care about the fallout that might occur after the fact. 

“I love you, Touya. I love you so much,” you confess, feeling an immense weight slide off of your shoulders. 

“I love you too, doll,” he replies without a second thought, sighing with relief as he picks up the pace again, spurred on by your reassurance. 

“Fuck! Touya, baby,” you whine, clutching to him as he starts hitting an angle that makes your eyes roll back inside your head. “B-baby, m’gonna cum. M’so close. So fucking close—ahh!”

“Cum for me, doll. Cum right on my fuckin’—oh fuck yeah, baby. That’s it. Such a good girl f’me,” he praises you through grit teeth, feeling his own end rocketing towards him as he fucks you through your own. “Such a tight fucking pussy. Gonna make you all mine again. All fucking mine.”

The cacophony of noises that ensue as both of you enter nirvana is likely enough to alert anyone standing too close to the bathroom, but neither of you care, too wrapped up in the glorious feeling of being reunited once again. Hearts thumping. Bodies pulsing. Adrenaline running high. It almost feels like flying.

It isn’t until you start to recover from your orgasm that you realize what goes up, must come down. And reality was likely to hit both of you once you walked back out that door. 

He seems to have the same sad epiphany as his breathing even out. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, refusing to let you go just yet, even if it was just prolonging the inevitable. 

“We can’t keep doing this,” you echo your words from earlier in a remorseful whisper, closing your eyes as you knit your fingers into his hair and cradle his head. 

“I know,” is all he says. 

He feels empty all of a sudden and he hates it. He doesn’t want to let you go. What if this really was the last time?

“But I don’t wanna stop,” you add more quietly. 

His lips curl into a barely there smile against your skin and he presses a kiss to your pulse. 

“I don’t either.”

Not two minutes later, you stroll out of the bathroom. Thankfully, no one seems to notice, but you do see Keigo across the room searching for you. 

Touya steps out of the bathroom to see you joining the blonde at his side. He watches you take a seat beside him at a table and sip on the drink he’d ordered you as his arm slips around your waist. 

He’d love nothing more than to tear his friend’s arm off at the moment, but he plays it cool, pretending like he’d just happened into the bar as he approaches the table. 

“Hey, how’s it goin’?” He asks coolly, standing with his hands stuffed in his pockets as he surveys the two of you. 

“Oh, hey. Didn’t think we’d see you here,” Keigo says as he looks up, his arms subconsciously tightening around your waist. 

You smile up at Touya, having fully prepared yourself to put on this dumb little act, but your expression falters when you see a scantily clad blonde step to his side and practically throw herself onto him. 

“Hey, Dabi,” she says in a sing song voice that makes you want to hurl. 

He doesn’t look thrilled to see her, but he slips an arm around her anyway. 

“I see you’re busy,” you say as you lift your eyes to his face. “It was nice to see you, Touya. We should catch up soon.”

The woman on his arm must recognize you as his ex, because she slips her hand through his and starts not-so-subtly tugging him towards the bar. 

“C’mon, baby, let’s let them get back to their date,” she says, shooting you a judgemental look that you know you could wipe straight off of her face, but you don’t. 

“We were just leaving, actually,” you explain as you slip out of the booth and Keigo follows. “But I’ll see you around, Touya?”

Your tone is sweet and he understands that there’s more meaning behind your question than either of your respective dates would pick up on. He flashes you a knowing grin and nods. 

“Yeah, I’ll see you around. Take care, doll. Keigo,” he nods to him as well before he walks off towards the bar with the now disgruntled blonde still attached to him like a leech. 

When you finally get back home that evening, alone and grateful for it, you plop down on your sofa to kick off your shoes, feeling the effects of the alcohol you’d downed at the next bar you’d ended up at. 

You sink back into the cushions and sigh, staring at the wall as you consider whether or not you’re drunk enough to text him before you realize that you’d do it sober, so who the fuck cares? 

You grab your phone and it buzzes the second that it touches your hand. The preview shows that it’s from Touya. 

I can’t wait any longer. I know we can’t do this shit anymore, but I don’t wanna play any more games. I want this. I want you. Always. Not just sometimes. 

He sends another. 

Can I come over?

You chew on the inside of your cheek, thumbs hovering over the keyboard while you read his message over and over and over again. 

Finally, you take a deep breath and punch in your response. 

Took you long enough. I’ll be waiting 💕

thank you for reading! likes, comments, and reblogs are always very much appreciated 💕

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[cursedcola]

I want mine to be a crack post. So the dorm leaders + Sam(whom they’re buying the supplies from) reacting to mc buying prank supplies and scaring Crowley just for fun.

A/N: Aight. I gotchu. I love writing crack mm mm mmm it's the good juice. We love torturing bird-man in this house. Especially after he threw us in that dirty-ass dorm like we were trash. Like, you expect me to sleep on dust covered sheets with spiders making a nest in the corner? Nah. This isn't Cinderella bestie and we have standards.

Setting the Scene <3

MC to their love interest after being Crowley's bitch for yet another day: Listen. The F*ck. Up. We will not be taking this abuse. We will not be taking this absolute DISRESPECT. Okay, we have a saying back on "earth," and it's called "hoez mad". Which is me. I am the hoe and I am mad. And you? You are my accomplice. You see this ring???

*waves promise ring in their face*

THIS is the ring that YOU gave me when I snagged you up and made you mine. The chain of foreverness that you imposed on my alien-ass-self.

I pulled your emo-wannabe ass back from the brink of valhalla and you will be paying me back - at a very unfair trade on my end - today. We are destroying whatever pride that cocky pigeon has and we are doing it now.

Riddle Rosehearts

-100/10. Will not comply or even be associated

bitch he isn't getting in trouble for you??? The fuck you think he's going to do?? Collar the headmaster?

The moment you step out of that door, he's tattling - no cap

Best drag him by the ear because he'll throw you under the bus

does not pass the vibe check

threatens to break up with you if you get him in trouble

so YOU threaten to break up with HIM if he doesn't at least carry your stuff

aight. he's in. it was a bluff so please don't dump him

he will cry and then stuff his face with tarts

he doesn't understand how covering everything in Crowley's office in tin-foil will make you feel better? but go off I guess

The entire time he is just complaining about how you both are wasting resources and time.

Riddle really needs to stop ruining the fun (T ^ T)

Leona Kingscholar

"That's hot"

Likes when you get mad lol Crowley should piss you off more often

He’ll watch but won’t do nothin

Another spoil sport in that he thinks it’s too much effort

He’s got some balls considering he’s no better than Crowley

Deadass is this a relationship or are you his servant

Okay that’s Ruggie’s job not yours

Speaking of, he suggests just making him doing it or the literal man children you babysit (*cough* deuace *cough*)

Lets you drag him by the foot to Sam’s shop. Why fight back?

Watches you swap Crowley’s toothpaste for mayo and wonders if you should really be considered future royalty

Doesn’t trust you around his food or personal items when you’re pissed at him

Azul Ashengrotto

“Can we get icecream after?” (〃ω〃)

Yes Azu, we can get nommies after but you must pull your weight

Man is Simp? Simp do anything for affection? Need I say more?

The BEST at covering tracks too. One bat of your eyelashes and he’ll buy out Sam’s store just to make you happy

Has a bit too much fun. One taste of rebellion and all the pent up r a g e from getting his businessman privileges revoked blossoms

They grow up so fast . He’s a natural born criminal

You wanted to do something small scale, like swapping the sugar for salt in Crowley’s coffee. He lets you, but goes the extra mile

Azul says “go big or go home,” and uses his henchmen to spam Crowley’s close conspirators with complaints from ‘student families,’ and essentially throws all of NRC’s shady business *cough*ghostbride*cough* back in Crowley’s face

Now the headmaster is up to the neck with work

Are you proud of him? He avenged you both and barely moved a fingie

Azul accepts payment in cash, credit, or kisses pls <3

Kalim Al’Asim

“Pulling pranks isn’t nice MC”

“And neither is nearly giving me a heart attack with diabetes tea. Quit complaining and move-“

You must trick the sunshine to comply

This is a game and the headmaster is happy to be pranked! It’s all in good fun Kalim~

He comes up with dozens of ideas but settles on on you pick bc he loves u

Anything to make his treasure happy ^_^

If worse comes to worse he can just throw some money to pay for the next school event so you don’t get expelled

You both get to work on covering the floor of Crowley’s office in plastic cups full of water

And…Kalim does not get the memo and blocks your way out *facepalm*

No problem tho! He calls his magic carpet through the window and it rescues you both from the makeshift island, also known as Crowley’s desk

Did he just step on important trade documents? Oops-

Fwoooooosh you both are out the window and safe

Thank him because you both were actually caught, but he payed off the snitches to not say nothin

All in the name of love so you get a taste of sweet sweet revenge

Vil Schoenheit

Uhm…no 💅

Too much effort

Honey why do you even want revenge? Keep stressing like this and you’ll be a potato for the rest of your life

Is that a potato spore or just a dry patch of skin? Nono dear lets go put that money towards some skin care products okay?

Ugh

U g h

Fiiiiiiiiiiine. One prank. And it better be both small and still funny

A schoenheit does not waste their time. We must be efficient with the best results

Which is why we are putting hair dye in Crowley’s body wash. J u s t enough to stain him a lovely shade of baby blue, okay?

Okay

Rook will do it. He’s better at being a cockroach on the wall anyways

Now lets do our nails. In exchange for helping you, Vil is picking the color. No, you have no rights in this exchange

Idia Shroud

“Alright” （；￣ェ￣）

…….

Yes, it’s that easy. He hates conflict

With you and ortho. He doesn’t mind messing with other people

Especially since that rotisserie chicken confiscated his talking tablet at the last ceremony

Idia wants vengeance. If it wasn’t for you, he would airdrop photos of Crowley picking his nose to the entire campus

Instead he settles for something more basic. For you. Because you don’t know how to have fun 😒

Special orders truth peppers from sam’s black market. All you have to do is eat one and you can’t tell a lie for at least a month

Idia does his little techy thing with the cafeteria camera so you can slip it into Crowley’s lunch (that you are forced to bring bc he treats you like an errand boy)

A few hours later, you both are chilling in Idia’s room with nommies and watching Crowley make a fool of himself by spilling his secrets

Cruel? A bit. Necessary? Yes

Malleus Draconia

“Is this what you like to do for fun? Have I misjudged your character”

Mans is so down. He wants to be a little rebellious

And damn is he e v i l

Like y’all forget that he is a powerful wizard. You think he hasn’t made a potion or two for his own purposes

He doesn’t even give you room to think. Just shoves a coin purse in his pocket and poofs you both into sam’s store

Nearly giving said tradesman a heart attack but whatever

“I need everything here and whatever you have in the back,” malleus purchases enough to make an alchemy lab in your dorm

And conjures the most v i l e smelling potion you have ever seen with a smile

And a little evil cackle for measure. Lilia taught him that no good villain is worth their salt without an evil laugh

He leaves you with a kiss on the forehead to go “do the dirty work,” and doesn’t even tell you what’s up

He…turned the headmaster into an actual bird

But like, Crowley can still talk so all you hear around campus is him squawking for someone to fix this

It’s pretty obvious who pulled the prank. Malleus is the only one powerful enough to make something even Trein can’t reverse

You both end up in the slammer

Still better quality than Ramshackle tho

Sam ze Tradesman

Cha-ching 💰💰💰💰💰

He knew there was a reason he liked you

Has Sam ever mentioned that you are his favorite wallet student??

No?

Well you are

He sells you anything and everything you want. No questions asked and a firm believer of snitches get stitches

If he gets caught tho then you’re on your own

Jk he wouldn’t do is favorite customer like that

Or would he???🤔💭

Well. Maybe not so long as these pockets of his stay stashed with cash

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #diasomnia #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #scarabia #ignihyde #pomefiore #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #kalim al' asim x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #octavinelle #twst riddle rosehearts #twst leona kingscholar x reader #twst kalim al asim #twst vil shoenheit #twst idia shroud #twst malleus draconia #twst sam

[schneiderenjoyer]

it's you!! the one that made that verneider fic!!! i enjoy your fics and curious about something so i gott ask. what's your headcanons on schneider?

Vague, but yes, I write verneider stuf haha. I really appreciate and glad people like my work! (if you're actually referring to my fics like TWTR) And on the subject of headcanons...

SLAMS TABLE

You have no idea what you're asking for, anon. I'll literally go FERAL here for you asking this of me. I can go on forever talking about my personal headcanons for Schneider. And that's assuming whether or not you wanted headcanons of Schneider in general or for TWTR!Schneider. So, I'll compromise.

Normal Text is headcanons applying to both Italic mainly applies to Schneider Bold mainly applies to TWTR!Schneider

List of a "few" headcanons below.

Schneider is a good singer. Being told by her parents to go to church regularly, she'd also be encouraged to participate in church activities with her sisters like choir duty.

She's knowledgeable in botany. Growing up in an orchard, she picks up useful experience in taking care of plants, mainly fruits.

Schneider smokes and drinks. Mafia life gets her to pick up shady habits in her early days to relieve stress.

She taught herself how to use a gun. First gun she got was owned by her late father. The first time she ever had to use it is out of self-defense.

Schneider first killed someone at age 11.

Schneider's an adept learner. She shows signs of being responsible and understanding of the given situation at a young age, making her easily flexible. When it's beneficial or necessary to pick up a skill, she'll quickly learn and apply it into practice to be more efficient.

She's a skilled cook. Wandering around doesn't mean ignoring what you eat. Candies and energy bars won't do for a gourmet like her. She's equipped with years of knowledge and experience to feed even an entire army of picky eaters.

Schneider's favorite fruit is Sicilian Blood Orange.

Schneider didn't get a proper education. She knows how to read and write well enough, but she's taught herself how to speak English for survival.

She's greedy, but frugal. In her later years, Schneider grows to have a lavish and sophisticated taste in fashion and food, but always aims for practicality (buying cheap fake pearls because it's shiny enough and keeps the scent of oranges on her). She only splurges on family necessities and "business" resources.

Schneider is good in finances. In a struggling economy with 20 mouths to feed, she's learned to calculate the expenditures well.

Liberal in mind, conservative at heart. She's designed to be based on the American 1920s flapper girl scene where it's commonly viewed at the time as "going against the standard perception of young women" at the time. Yet, while Schneider filled into that role out of necessity to be her family's backbone (and it fits her personality better), at heart, she is still a young girl raised under conservative Christian values. Even if the possibility is no longer there, Schneider still dreams of someday marrying for love (man or woman doesn't matter to her), starting a family, and maybe be a sweet loving housewife to someone.

Hesitant leader, rebellious follower. Schneider has a complicated view of authorities, mainly the government. She's resistant and even disdainful towards blindly following higher power without questioning their motives, but knows when to lower her head for the time being. With this view, Schneider isn't interested in the leader position nor does she want to order an entire group of people to do her bidding if she really can help it.

Schneider doesn't lie. In a cruel world full of deception, the last thing she wants is to be a liar herself. She doesn't consider "lying by omission" as lying; merely stalling for time before she has to say it out loud. Her favorite tactic to avoid having to admit it openly too soon is to divert the subject or make cryptic, playful jabs. It's not lying if you never answer, after all~

She finds it hard to ask for help openly. With her background, showing any admission of weakness is a gateway to risking her loved one's life, so she finds more creative way to get the help she needs through subtle cajoling or manipulating the conversation to get the other person to engage willingly about the information she needs. Only time Schneider would ever ask help first is a matter of life and death of others rather than herself.

Schneider has a complex relationship with religion. She doesn't inherently denounces the practice, as she's lived her whole life with it, but she's jaded by it. Her shaky mindset about God and religion has led her to being she's a sinner and the reason she and her family have fallen on hard times with no salvation. Maybe if she was a better daughter...

Faith in you is belief to me. Schneider, even with many qualities of an arcanist, is still human biologically. She can't see or hear things most arcanists can, but she feels them. If her eyes and ears fail her, she places faith in those she trusts to be her guiding light.

Family over everything. Italian or no, Schneider will do anything for those she loves and considers "family." She'll place their comfort over herself and will do what she can to protect them. Even with her own life.

She loves collecting feathers. From doves to pigeons, any feather of any kind or color. It's a small hobby she holds dear in her heart.

Schneider likes watching movies, mainly the cheesy romance and slasher horror genre. Ever since finding out about "talkies" and the existence of "giallo" films, she likes to collect and binge watch all sorts of shows late at night.

Curious in the arcane. Her deepened fascination to immerse herself in the arcanist lifestyle has her become very knowledgeable in many arcane practices on a basic level. If she can't be a professional in one, might as well just be decent in all.

Schneider has a large gun collection. She takes care of it and maintains them well.

Playful business. It's hard for most to identify whether Schneider takes work seriously or not. She defaults to her usual teasing personality whether it's a risky job or a simple task. Only when the situation has her comrades at risk does she stop playing around and take things more seriously.

Selfishly selfless. It's already been shown many times in previous headcanons, but Schneider's selfless to a fault in the sense she'd do everything for her loved ones. She only gets involved and looks out for others with her best interest (and her "family") in mind. The best way you can get her on your side is to be friends with her family. (or threaten her with their life)

We win or we die. Schneider is no gambler, but when she does, she games with her life. She's long known the worth of her soul and will lay it down for any opportunity to win all odds. (to the benefit of her loved ones) Even so, there remains a heart that yearns to live.

I'll stop there since it's getting too long, haha. But yeah, I have a lot of headcanons for Schneider. Bbygirl's got so much potential and so much layers as a character. I love her so much.

#reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 schneider #schneider #headcanons #asks #thank u for the ask! I had a lot of fun with this #I cannot shut up about Schneider and I never will #together within the rubble

[rebornologist]

Good day, hope you’re doing good and well. Can you please write headcanons for Dino from KHR thank you 💕

Hello! I am doing quite okay ahaha, I fell ill right at the beginning of the year and that actually explains my return to writing just a bit bc I had 0 energy for anything else. I just sat and wondered about the nation's husband here for a bit, so apologies if some of these are kind of a stretch!

♡ Misc. Dino Cavallone Headcanons ✧

He went from having a fear of horses to becoming a horse girl. I like to imagine that his parents may have had an interest in riding (or that the Cavallone family literally fixes horse races for shady $$), so there would be these huuge beautiful top of the line horses at their personal stable.. however, he was absolutely terrified of them and was too afraid to look them in the eye, much less ride one, until Reborn forced him to face his fear; He's fallen on his ass and been kicked in the face more times than he can count, but as he slowly learned that horses were just big skittish animals that needed to be treated with love and respect, he began to love riding and working with horses and down the line earned the nickname "Bucking Horse/Bronco".

Dino loved the Barbie movie, he is extremely Alancoded. And his all-out cowboy barbie outfit (lowkey Reborn made him do it) drew too much attention at the theatre, to the point that some kids were calling him Ken and asking for photos. He ✨served💅 the public that day.

I refuse to believe that Dino was an only child and he turned out so well?!? He's extremely older-brother coded, I would bet my life that he has at least one younger sister or half-sister (though arguably Tsuna is his non-blood brother) that he just doted on until idk she prob kaboomed and wasn't used as a plot device

He's a tall man, has type O blood, he should be donating it because he's such a good person, right? He did once! He passed out and is a little nervous about going back again.. to think that he has a whole tattoo sleeve..

Some of his tattoos are actually coverups!? He never planned to get a full sleeve, but needed to cover up some shitty flash he got in his younger days. He decided to get something bolder and flashier to cover it, but then the rest of his arm being bare just bothered him.. so he added elements until uh oh, it's a full sleeve that goes all the way to the back of his hand. Despite being a pretty boy his entire life, he seems like the type to have had some img issues and regrets with his initial tattoos (he got them just bc he thought it would make him cool and tough), covered them up and felt like he looked too shady.. and then learned to love them and embrace them as art. He likes the asymmetry of how heavily inked one side of him is, and is considering a big ankle/calf/thigh and maybe a hip piece on the opposite side leg to balance it out, but he's a bit nervous about the pain (I giggle). Omg what if the skull and flame neck tatt is matching with some of his men (theirs are in different spots) after a particularly drinks-heavy party night*.

Sometime between the "present time" of the KHR timeline and TYL, he adopted a shorter haircut and learned how to style it from Reborn! They got more time to reconnect as Reborn became less busy with shaping Tsuna into the "perfect mafia boss" or whatever and began to lengthen the kite string gradually.

Dino is a total softie at heart, and has moments where he cut people slack that other mafioso, especially older bosses, would not have. His men love him because he is strong and they know his heart is right, but whatever softness he had in his early 20's he had to shake off real hard as time went on.

Because of all the mental and physical work it takes for him to do his job, sometimes he wants nothing more than to be babygirled for once, and literally nobody knows but just maybe Romario has an inkling.. the sense that it may be the case.

fin.✧

*smart ppl don't get inked under the influence, don't even drink before or after you get tatted ok lolol stay safe out there

#khr #hitman reborn #khr headcanons #katekyo hitman reborn #hitman reborn headcanons #hitman reborn imagines #dino cavallone #dino khr

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Azul Ashengrotto Tsumsitter Personal Story: Part 2

"A Moment with Azultsum II"

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[Mostro Lounge]

Azul: You wish to see the Tsum as the Lounge's owner? What do you think you're saying, Jade?

Floyd: An owner takeover bid. Basically, you're being let go, Azul.

Azul: Don't be ridiculous. There's no way I would let that happen.

Jade: You may say that, but in the business world, the only thing that matters is results…

Jade: Are you saying that you would be able to generate even more profit than the Tsum has in this short period of time?

Azul: Of course. Besides, I cannot allow such a pushy and classless method to continue.

Floyd: Huuuh? You sure you can call someone else pushy and classless?

Jade: If anything, I do believe that is entirely your brand, wouldn't you say?

Azul: I don't understand how you could possibly think that thing could resemble me…

[Azultsum presses a menu against another student]

[Azultsum continues pressing more menus]

Floyd: Seeeee? The way it just keeps on pressuring them with that shady grin,

Floyd: It's just like you usually are.

Azul: I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about.

Jade: Returning to the point at hand, I see no issue with the method it uses.

Jade: The most important aspect to keep in mind is that the Tsum has garnered more sales than Azul.

Jade: As someone who has the Mostro Lounge's best interests at heart…

Jade: I have no choice but to propose a refresh by transferring the ownership to new hands.

Azul: You say you have the Mostro Lounge's best interests at heart? Of course you would lie so brazenly about that.

Azul: You've just found something to tease me about and are simply thoroughly enjoying yourselves.

Azul: You brushed it off as "only" a suggestion earlier, but essentially you two seem to be asking me to leave.

Azul: I emphatically refuse. I have no intention of going along with your tasteless games.

Jade: We aren't playing any sort of game. We simply made this suggestion after serious consideration.

Azul: Oh, is that so… I see.

Azul: Well, if you are going to insist that much, then allow me to show you why I am the more suitable owner.

Azul: I challenge you, Tsum. We shall compete for ownership of the Mostro Lounge!

[Azultsum gives serious look]

Floyd: Oooh, looks like the Tsum's raring to go. So, how're you gonna do this?

Azul: We'll split the Lounge into two, and I shall be the owner of one half.

Azul: The Tsum will take ownership of the other half, and we will see who makes more sales.

Azul: The winner is the undisputed superior owner and will take over Mostro Lounge from there on out.

Azul: Well, I'll be the one to win, of course.

Jade: So you plan on settling things once and for all with a head-to-head battle, I see. What an interesting concept you've concocted.

Azul: Jade, Floyd, you can join the Tsum's side. I have no need for your assistance.

Jade: Oh, are you sure? Do you truly think you will be able to garner more sales than the Tsum without our help?

Floyd: If you reeeeally beg for it, I'll help you～ C'mon, c'mon, y'don't wanna grovel for me even a little bit?

Azul: Don't make me repeat myself. Even if I were to keep you by my side, you would only get in my way.

Jade: So untrusting of your employees, what a horrid manager… Ah, my mistake, former manager…

Floyd: Guess that kind and charming Tsum really is more suited to be the owner of the Mostro Lounge, huh.

Azul: Yes, yes, alright. Then please, go ahead and play manservants to that Tsum.

Jade: Now then, we shall call the side where the Tsum is the owner the "Mostro Lounge First Branch."

Jade: And the side where Azul is the owner can be the "Mostro Lounge Second Branch."

Azul: Wait a moment! Why am I the second branch?

Floyd: 'Cause me n' Jade're over here, and it's just you over there.

Floyd: If you think about what's closer to the original Lounge structure, that's totally this side.

Azul: … Well, whatever. Everything will be made clear soon enough.

Azul: I shall show you that no one other than me is capable of being the owner of the Mostro Lounge.

[Azultsum jumps for joy]

Floyd: Looks like the Tsum's all excited too.

Azul: I hold no grudges against the Tsum, but I shall have no mercy. Allow me to show you all the proper way to run a Lounge like this.

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

#twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #twst azul #twst jade #twst floyd #twst translation #twst tsum tsum

[2af-afterdark]

So, I wasn't sure how to write this in a coherent way. I'm not sure if I even am now, but I need to try (if only to vent). I’m just a person with feelings and an opinion and this is just for me to get this out there and out of my head.

I hate Solomon's Seals. I hate the idea of them. I hate them being paid content. I hate that they represent shady business practices and exploitation of fanbases. I hate it.

Before I explain, I am not faulting PB for trying to make a profit. Companies need to make money to stay in business and PB is a company. What I care about is the practices the company uses to try and make money. I care about how a company treats its players, both whales and f2p.

I am, by my own admission, a whale (maybe closer to a dolphin? Idk where we draw the line). I picked up the habit in my Eldarya days when I started throwing $10 at the game every few months. It was how I splurged on myself back when I was a broke college student. Before that though, I was a f2p player in everything I did. Even now, there are games where I am strictly f2p. So, please understand that I am seeing two sides to the issue as I write up this rant…

Solomon's Seal are exploitative and I hate them.

Paid currency, in general, is exploitative. Games can have paid content. That isn't what bothers me. Cosmetic changes being paid currency? Sure thing. Special stickers or emotes? Sounds fine by me. Making the gacha,, the entire backbone of the gacha game, paid player exclusive? That I have an issue with.

What bothers me is that WHB has introduced three different summoning items. Greater keys (GK), lesser keys (LK), and Solomon's Seals (SS). GK and LK are used for the general pool, with LK being used to narrow down summons to A+ rank or higher summons. Minhyeok's banner used GK, which was an interesting choice. They are easier to get by far. An actually alright move from PB, making it manageable to summon his unit (unit? card? what are we calling these guys even?) for all players.

However… then we saw the new banner and that it required SS. We were not told what SS were or how to possibly earn them. We found out after the update that SS are a paid currency. Specifically, they are a paid currency to draw on event banners for L-rank units. My heart sunk when I saw this. It sunk for a two main reasons:

It's unfair to the f2p player base, who doesn't even have a chance to earn a handful of SS for free to get even a few draws.

It makes me feel exploited as a whale when I see the prices on those SS.

My Eldarya days taught me something: whales motivate the company, for good and ill. Many companies want to try and get their whales to spend money on limited banners. If you played Obey Me (OM), you will recognize this as the reason Lucifer and Mammon always seemed to have the most limited cards. It was because they were the two most popular characters and the whales spent money on them. It was guaranteed that Solmare would keep making content for their cash cows. It's also why characters who ranked lower on that popularity poll started not getting as many cards.

(Side note: if you ever take these surveys and see the question "how much money do you spend on games a month", the company is explicitly assigning you a dollar amount to weigh your opinions)

Events (and their banners) are the lifeblood of gacha games. They make a ton of money during this time, so they tend to have a good deal of focus put on them. Personally, I prefer events to be more sparse so they are special and the team is not pulled between event stories, main story content, and the upkeep of the game.

OM had many shady practices as it went on. Constant events (often with only a day or two between the end of one and the start of another), being unable to complete an event reward sheet (3 pages) completely if you were f2p, Celestial Blessings (loot boxes within loot boxes), starting up Nightbringer (that's a whole other rant), not informing the fanbase for a year that OM would be all but discontinued, putting the announcement on a Reddit thread when it did finally come out so it had to be passed around via word of mouth rather than from Solmare itself, and more.

Solmare has always been an exploitative company and many of its choices are based in getting players to spend money as often as possible rather than ensure the actual game content is good (sorry, I am still traumatized by S4 and the year long wait). Many of their practices are based in fomo and gambling practice (reminder: gacha is gambling) meant to produce a Skinner effect and trick your brain to keep going, even against your own best interests.

You get an SSR guarantee when you draw because your brain sees the sparkling rainbows and thinks "I was so close to getting a UR! Maybe if I do one more pull". It prompts you to try again for that dopamine rush.

I bring up Solmare specifically to point out that, despite its shady practices, still didn’t have a paid exclusive currency. You could buy DP in that game, but DP was also able to be earned free. Same with DV. And the two currencies could be used to pull on any banner. Twst also allows you to use keys on any banner. Same with Nu:C and contracts. The Ikemen series too. One currency type for every banner, and that currency can be earned for free given enough time and effort. Honkai Star Rail and Genshin have two types of currency used on different banners, but both types can be earned completely free given enough time.

I personally think all currencies should be available to all players, paid and f2p, in some capacity. There should be a way to earn SS, even if only for a single ten draw. Doing anything less is unfair to the f2p player base and sends the message about caring about whales more. Games make their shit loads of money, even without having paid exclusive currency. 

I personally think they should use the more rare, already existing currency (LK) for L-rank banners. Every player can earn those and they can be bought in the shop for the paid players. F2p players have a chance to earn them for free and hoard them for the next banner drop, making them feel like they at least got a chance to pull rather than feeling left out.

HOWEVER, I am also going to acknowledge here the PB (unless they change their minds) has stated that the L-rank event units will be added to the general pool at the end of their two week banner run. Honestly? This is an amazing choice. It completely opens the potential to get the L-rank units up to the entire playerbase. The only drawback is that the rates to pull them will drop. This is the first time I’ve personally seen a game do this and I will not pretend it isn’t a very generous move. My issue isn’t with PB. It’s with the Seals as a concept.

As for why SS make me feel exploited as a paid player… it has to do with their cost. If you do the math, it costs about $500 to hit pity… Gacha have never been cheap (ask me how much I have spent in the past trying to get Kuya or Rei) but $500 is insane for a single pity… in which you can’t even choose what you get. Take into account that there are four items you potentially have to draw (the unit artifacts are necessary for the unholy board which is where extra stats and story are hidden) and that adds up very quickly. Now, you are likely to draw something before you hit pity, but that is not guaranteed and it certainly isn’t guaranteed you’ll get all four items. RNGesus is fickle, as many a veteran can attest. Seeing these prices puts a nasty taste in my mouth because it feels like going straight for the wallet. Remember, these are pixels. They cost time and effort to make and write for and the servers cost money to be maintained… but $500 for a single pity? That is a rather extreme cost for the unlucky.

Like I said, I don’t have an issue with PB needing to make money. We all do. They have employees to pay and servers to maintain. My issue is the way they do it. I find Solomon’s Seals to be gross. I find them to be a bad practice in their current state which is why I cannot, in good conscious, whale for this. How I spend my money encourages their practices. I do not support this one, so I will not put my money toward it.

Having said that, I openly acknowledge that PB is not defined by this one grievance. I like that they seem to be listening to the player base. They heard Solomon’s Tears were difficult to get and made it easier to obtain them. They are constantly trying to fix the game and stabilize the servers. They have given out a shit ton of keys and compensation for delays, maintenance, and more. I can find this one aspect egregious without bashing the entire company or their efforts >.> I can still enjoy the game and the characters. Critique is not criticism.

#what in hell is bad #bitch and rant

[idyllic-affections]

HI can you do me a favor and help me figure out baizhu?? i love his character but i have never played genshin impact and watching through walkthroughs? yeah no thanks (i mean cmon 48 hour walkthrough JUST for inazuma??

like, his personality and lore? i mean, i'm doing my own research about him rn by reading through the wiki and ill also watch cutscenes later but i just need some insight!! u can 100% just use this to rant about him, i am desperate 💔 how does one write for him!! how do you write for him!? help 😭😭i love him sm i wanna write him AT LEAST a bit accurate to character

if you don't mind of course! feel free to ignore this! take it easy aph, have a great day!!💞💞

aph's baizhu analysis.

hi kaiser hello <333 that is SOOO valid tbh inazuma specifically is a headache for multiple reasons... i think i'm going to watch someone else play the fontaine archon quest (...i did this with baizhu's story quest too LMAO) because i have no genshin motivation, but there are a couple people who are wanting to hear my thoughts about lyney lynette & freminet. THAT'S NOT THE POINT THOUGH I WOULD BE SO DELIGHTED TO HELP YOU FIGURE OUT BAIZHU i love him so much he is so dear to me... as a professional baizhu liker i would be glad to help you out. if you need me to, i can explain anything in more detail! just let me know <33

first and foremost, baizhu is generally a very gentle, benevolent, and patient character. he's got sass to him, but generally is very kindly about everything he does. also my guy is so stubborn. god. he is so stubborn.

^ additionally, he is well-trusted by children because of his soft demeanor. they generally aren't scared of check-ups performed by him.

regarding his stubborness, baizhu tests his own medication on himself. he will also poison himself to gain a better understanding of what poison he's working with. he's stubborn with things like his own health and the way he tests medications.

now, this may be more of a headcanon, but... about baizhu's supposed cowardice. yeah. i don't think that's true. do you know the distinction between being harmless and being peaceful? one who is harmless can cause no damage. one who is peaceful can cause damage, but chooses not to. i believe baizhu is peaceful, not harmless. to me, his supposed cowardice is... not genuine. i don't see it, but this opinion may vary depending on who you ask i think.

he is a good-hearted person canonically...

...however.

bro also, canonically, has shady business practices. i personally write these business practices in a very particular way; that being, baizhu overcharges people who he knows can afford to be overcharged. he overcharges the wealthy.

^ similarly, baizhu may sometimes charge nothing at all. he does this when he knows someone can't afford what they need. he generally does his best to make healthcare accessible. he's so real for that.

this is a little headcanon-y, but baizhu cannot stand people claiming to heal illness through piety and faith. he fucking hates that.

^ that headcanon is based off of the fact that he has legal dealings with yanfei about people selling fake medication and whatnot.

i don't know if you know baizhu's entire backstory yet, but the general idea is that changsheng is something akin to an adeptus and has been making contracts with people to keep herself alive for (presumably) a few centuries.

her power enables her hosts to use what baizhu refers to as a "secret art" to heal folks ailed by anything from injuries to poisonings... but of course, there is a drawback. the user of this art transfers whatever their patient is suffering from onto their own body. this is why baizhu is disabled and chronically ill; he has taken on probably every condition known to man fr but we love him for being so kind.

changsheng can only make contracts with pure of heart people. people who aren't genuinely, truly good literally are not viable for her contract. she will die without a host (presumably because her power is slowly draining and she can no longer sustain herself without the support of another being's life force).

^ going off of that, this is part of the reason why baizhu seeks immortality (and do be sure to remember that his pursuit is not a secret. literally all of liyue knows AJSKSHAKFHF... but do also keep in mind that changsheng's contract is a secret so he doesn't tell people about that part). he doesn't want her to die, but he also doesn't want another person to take up her contract and continue the cycle. i also like to think that he doesn't want to leave qiqi alone but that's just me being insane over dad!baizhu he's so fatherly in my brain please hear me out on this one /lh

to stop qiqi from fulfilling orders, if i recall correctly, someone would have to hug her and tell her they love her the most. baizhu does this, but the effect is greatly diminished when he says it. the only reason baizhu sounds insincere when he tells qiqi "i love you the most" is because he believes every life has equal value. he loves her, but not the most, because he is enamored with life in general. this detail about his character is often the topic of angst in fic, but it's important to remember that baizhu is not incapable of love because of it. he is just... not someone who would put ultimate value on one life, because again, he believes all life has equal value.

yes, he does use qiqi for his own ends and research about immortality HOWEVER. however. he is not neglectful or abusive in any way towards her. he treats her well.

because she is a character closely related to baizhu, here's a little detail for the silly snake: changsheng canonically has no filter. she says whatever the fuck comes into her little brain. she's silly. i adore her. she is not bad though! her intentions are generally good.

baizhu doesn't like taking things from people for free. he has difficulty accepting gifts... which often come from the general population of liyue.

generally, what i find to be helpful when learning to write a new (playable) character is reading their voicelines and lore. reading voicelines can help you figure out any particular speech patterns or diction that characters are inclined towards using!

i promise i am not trying to advertise my fics LMAO but if you need a reference, and you want to see how i write him personally, please let me know! i have a few pieces in which i feel like i wrote him well.

i love when people ask me to help with characterization ausskgkgng so if there's anything else i can do please don't hesitate to say so <3

#aphelion speaks 🌸 #genshin impact #baizhu #baizhu gi

[saints-who-never-existed]

Rereading The Terror

Chapter Forty-Four: Goodsir

Christ, this is a heavy-going chapter. I'm just going to go ahead and put it all under the cut just in case.

Yet again, Goodsir proceeds to tear my actual heart out with a single opening sentence: "Tuesday, 6 June - Captain Fitzjames has finally died. It is a Blessing."

Fitzjames is far from the first to die on the awful march south from Terror Camp. Hoare died two days into the trek, then Dundy succumbed about two weeks in along with Pilkington on the very same day. In a gut-wrenching wee paragraph, Goodsir reflects somewhat on identity in death - the ways it's lost and reclaimed. He laments that he either forgot or never fully clocked that he and Le Vesconte shared a first name: "I confess that I hadn't remembered that Lieutenant Le Vesconte's first name had been Harry... It bothers me now that I must have heard the Other Officers call him Harry from time to time - perhaps a hundred times - but I had always been too busy or preoccupied to notice. It was only after Lieutenant Le Vesconte's death that I paid attention to the other Men using his Christian name. Private Pilkington's Christian name was William."

After those two deaths, there is a period of relative calm where the men start to convince themselves that the weak have died off and only the truly strong remain. It doesn't last: "Captain Fitzjames's sudden collapse reminded us that we were all growing Weaker. There were no longer any truly Strong among us."

Fitzjames collapses in his harness a few days prior to his death, the poor sod puking and shitting himself inside out - "The cramps curled him into a fetal position and made this strong and Brave man cry aloud."

He tries to haul again the next day only to collapse again and he worsens rapidly from there. His vision blurs, he has trouble swallowing, soon enough he's no longer able to speak and sooner still, he's too paralysed even to lift his arms and communicate in writing. Goodsir reflects that Fitzjames's inability to speak at least spares the rest of the men the burden of hearing him scream in pain any longer... :(((

Perhaps worst of all is that Fitzjames is fully lucid and alert throughout his long painful decline. :(((((((((((

There's truly nothing that Goodsir can do for him - he administers a Tincture of Lobelia, for instance, that is apparently more or less pure nicotine to try to ease Fitzjames's constricted throat. He has to massage it down with his bare hands just like in the show ("...like feeding a dying Baby Bird.") but it doesn't help. "...a Stimulant that Dr Peddie had sworn by. It would raise Jesus from the dead a day early, Peddie used to blaspheme when in his cups. It did no good whatsoever." Of course, I cannot help but think of "I'm not Christ..." in response to that titbit!

At Fitzjames's funeral, the Marines fire a volley into the air, startling a nearby Ptarmigan into flight. Interestingly, the ptarmigan is the official bird of Nunavut and is important to many cultures as everything from a symbol of courage and resilience to a messenger for death. All the assembled men care about, though, is that it's fresh meat they have no hope of catching or consuming...

With poor James buried, talk turns to what killed him. He had scurvy, of course, just like everyone else but Goodsir suspects a more nefarious culprit - poison. In their initial discussion on the subject, Crozier's suspicions fall on Richard Aylmore - shady steward, mastermind of the Carnivale, frequent confidante of Hickey - who's been serving the Erebus officers in the weeks preceding. But Goodsir stops him, thinking Botulism the more likely culprit (although the limits of the time period prevent him fully understanding it or calling it by that name): "That is the Terror of this Poison that Paralyzes first the voice and then the entire body. It cannot be Seen or Tested For. It is as invisible as Death itself."

Crozier smiles at that ("It was a strangely chilling sight.") and orders that everyone except Aylmore be taken off the tinned food rations, just in case...

Needless to say, Goodsir is more shaken and more desolate than ever to hear that as the chapter draws to a close: "Every time I believe I Know one of these men or Officers, I find that I am wrong. A million years of Man's Medicinal Progress will never reveal the secret Condition and sealed Compartments of the Human Soul."

#The Terror #The Terror AMC #Observations #Random Observations #Meta #Rereading the Terror #Terror Spoilers #Harry Goodsir #James Fitzjames #Francis Crozier #Richard Aylmore #Henry Le Vesconte #William Pilkington

[ohanny]

dangerous romance: main couple mania ep. 1

so i love how sailom's instroduction is this is a budgeting king, in debt eating stolen rice porridge. he has a very pre-kinn broke ass porsche-chay dynamic with his brother (?) which is very sweet and also means it won't last five minutes.

oh okay so we get this ship sailing with a wall slam and a classic "do you understand my father funds your scholarship you poor piece of trash" and alksdflkfj

i know i am supposed to see sailom as the victim but he is like full on pete-ing this. he never breaks eye contact. he is like daring kanghan to escalate with his entire body and kanghan did not just go full "since you're my class mate i will be generous and forgive you if you get down on your knees" like that is a) spicy as fuck what the hell and b) going to backfire so hard

HE DID NOT JUST BOW 90 DEGREES JUST TO SPIT ON KANGHAN'S SHOES AND WALK AWAY WITH A SMIRK

he is puzzled by both sailom's actions and by what is happening inside his uniform shorts

honestly, kanghan is the villain here but i struggle to take him seriously as the bad guy because perth a) always looks like he is about five seconds away from bursting into tears and b) has bangs that form a literal heart. no matter how nasty kanghan tries to be - and he tries a lot - the inherent bitch baby-ness just shines through.

literal heart bangs what did i say

this entire car shop sequence is just pure gold for so many reasons. 1. kanghan shows up in his business leather pants looking like he walked off the set of enhypen's blessed-cursed music video and he's driving a mercedes. like honestly, with all that talk i was expecting a lamborghini. 2. sailom's boss actually like... needing some evidence instead of just bending over backwards to please a rich client 3. sailom fucking uno reversing that credit card sneak and humiliating kanghan with the smuggest lil good boy smile and THAT is why chimon is the ultimate snake-cat like he has a face made for scheming.

i am really loving sailom because he keeps his head, is really resourceful and will not take any shit. boy does not hesitate to drag this bastard for filth every chance he gets, beating kanghan in his own game without ever stepping down from the high road.

ooh, we are meeting kanghan's family and they are... both not as trash but also as trash as i expected? like i kinda thought more mafia vibes but if laws of attraction - and real life - has taught me anything it is that politicians are garbage.

on the surface his dad seems almost a jolly good fellow but the conversation with this random girl just confirmed there is something so much darker lurking under the surface. as much as it hurts to have a hyper critical parent, having one who has seemingly completely given up on you can be just as bad.

he's basically been called stupid twice in under five minutes. someone save him.

sailom will not be fooled by a shady ass phone call and neither will he leave a friend behind. this boy will not be distracted by tits with a side of toast. he is a man on a mission.

the way i gasped when i saw this court set up and i have so many questions. do the students just have a cardboard gotham in the basement or - based by the fact we see loose boxes and a shopping cart - did kanghan build this just to prove how big his dick is to sailom ???

chimon's acting is honestly a+ and he is carrying this show. the tension! the absolute rage that is bleeding through! the way he doesn't have to go big with gestures and expressions to convey everything sailom is feeling perfectly - and not just that. you know what sailom is feeling AND you can see his brain working.

kanghan, sweetie, you might want to take a moment and reflect on your obsession with getting this boy out of his clothes and making him kneel.

not gonna lie, i kinda saw this move coming because tropes but god was it satisfying :D the reactions of kanghan and sailom's friends are hilarious (10/10 i am evil tea, he totally ships it) and then the camera pans and you can see all these bystanders just standing stock still, filming giving major horror movie vibes and aaaaaaah

side notes:

i love how his best friend is just "auto." like his parents were "we are poor, naming the kid a vehicle will be fine. no need to bring brands into it."

auto's mom is an actual queen

the teachers are so fucking infuriating but also, that is kind of a sad truth? even when it's not like RICH rich people involved. like for too many adults, it is easier to it off as kids being kids and boys being boys over having to deal with the why and the parents and the drama of it all.

i was bullied in school so like this bubble tea waterboarding makes me feel some type of way? like some of the bullying is very oof-spicy-trope but a lot of it is actually cruel and i really wouldn't recommend this show to anyone who gets triggered by stuff like school violence.

#dangerous romance #dangerous romance ep 1 #kanghan x sailom #episode recap reaction whatever #this show is gonna become a guilty pleasure i can tell #can't wait to witness kanghan's journey into being pathetic

[bari-the-witch]

Steddie Fic rec PART I

Some of my personal favorites I could read over and over again. You can all find them on AO3:

The shire is NOT on fire by kissesforcas (50k+ words, Rating E)

The kids convince Steve to take them all to a Renaissance Faire and LARP event. Steve has more fun than he admits. And then Steve has a LOT more fun than he admits.

Comment: One of the first Steddie fics I read, love it!

Wouldn't it be nice (if we could wake up) by kissesfarcas (100k+ words, Rating E)

Steve finds his pulse. He carries Eddie out of the Upside Down, he keeps his heart beating until they get to the hospital. And then the government intervenes, that shady part of the government? With Sullivan? And he and Eddie wind up locked up, together, in a cell. There's one bed, and glass walls, and it turns out that he and Eddie? Might need each other more than either of them thought they might.

Comment: It's Kas Eddie, what more can I say?

this is what fallin in love feels like by plutoelegies (50k+ words, Rating M)

“For the sleeping thing- I get it. I really do. So you’re gonna get in my car and you’re gonna sleep in my guest room until you look more like a person and less like a Night of the Living Dead character.” Steve said, a tone of finality in his voice.

“Steve, man, I couldn’t ask you to do that.” Eddie said.

“Good thing you’re not asking. This is what we do, we take care of each other. Because if we don’t, nobody else will.” Steve said.

Or: Eddie has nightmares, Steve has a sexuality crisis, and while they’re busy co-parenting some freshman kids, their unlikely friendship begins to turn into something more.

Comment: Season 4 Fix-it with nightmares and a good old-fashioned sexuality crisis

The Adventures of Eddie Munson, Cheerleader by bookworm1805 (20k+, Rating E)

The moment the basketball players walked into the gym, all hell broke loose. 

Curses were spat. Teenagers whispered in scandalized tones as their nikes squeaked over the polished wood floor. Prayers were chanted. Somewhere across town, a baby probably cried.

Eddie Munson grinned. 

or

Eddie borrows Chrissy Cunningham’s spare cheerleading uniform as a prank. The ensuing chaos tips his entire world on its head, for the better.

Comment: This is so funny (and hot!)

Steve Harrington's Guide to Planning a Party (Without Blowing Up) by Anonymous (80k+ words, Rating T)

In a way, Steve was kind of grateful for the swift intervention. He knew now, after all, that most people in the world didn't have the ability to pick out people's emotions, and in a town like Hawkins he wouldn't have lasted long if he commented on every feeling he encountered. It was the reason why despite everything, he had turned out normal, despite all of life's attempts to turn him into something other than a popular somewhat dim-witted jock.

Comment: I'm a sucker for Steve has Powers! It's so so good and well-written.

Must Have/Can't Stand Checklist by deludez3 (60k+ words, Rating E)

Steve decides to move to Chicago for a fresh start after everything is settled with Vecna. Three years later, he returns to Hawkins for the kids’ graduation and rekindles some feelings he discovered years earlier for Eddie.

When Eddie offers his apartment for Steve to crash at to stay longer in Hawkins, Steve can’t say no. Sure he was supposed to drive home on Sunday, and sure he was supposed to work that week, but how could he say no to those chocolate button eyes?

Comment: Eddie and Steve become temporary roomates - hot shenanigans ensue.

someone else's favorite song by fastcardotmp3 (100k+ words, Rating E)

“Not sick, not sick,” he slurs, and Eddie wants to see his face, wants to hold it in his hands, wants to look him in the eye when he says, “just sad. Sad. Fuck… fuck, sad.”

“Why are you sad, big guy?” Eddie asks.

Steve laughs again, but it’s sharper this time, it doesn’t last as long, because as soon as the words slip out of his mouth— “My mom’s dead—”

—it walks that treacherous line between the two sounds and morphs straight to a broken sort of sobbing that reaches directly into Eddie’s chest and drags out his heart.

- A friends-with-benefits relationship goes complicated when who Steve and Eddie are to one another shifts with the coming of a new sort of tragedy.

Comment: This is the best piece of Steddie fanfic I've read out there, I swear. MUST READ

Sanctuary by SpicedSage (40k+ words, Rating E)

After Steve Harrington goes missing, Eddie Munson gets exposed to the secret dangers of Hawkins, Indiana in 1985 instead of 1986.

Will a different first meeting lead to a change in his fate?

Comment: Eddie helps Steve after he got captured by the Russians post Season 3, the characterization is so so good in this one.

More will follow :)

#steddie fic #steddie fic rec #steddie

[rainypebble07]

FIC QUESTION!! what's your favourite au you've written so far, and what's an idea you have you really like but haven't done yet??

YAY! The silliest of the rocks! (Your drawing request is next in my inbox, just saying!!)

Ok ok ok, I was going to think long and hard about this question, but I think we both know my favorite AU. Superspy Byler has my heart and soul and I would marry it if I could. Shady Business is genuinely the best thing I've ever done.

As for stuff I haven't done yet... Well, first that upcoming fic I have (that I'll hopefully be able to work on after Bylerween, but I haven't even started writing my bylerween fic yet!! I'm behind!). I can't say a ton about it, but it's not an AU and I'm very, very excited about it. Like, it is taking up my entire mind rn, so I hope it turns out well.

But I am an AU fiend and I might just have to do something about the Victorian Byler drawing I did for History With Byler recently bc I need a fic immediately.

(Oh! And here's a fun fact: I wrote like 20 pages of this story I was gonna publish on April Fools' about the Byers adopting a dog but it's the homophobic dog- this was back when that was a thing if you know what I'm talking about- and it hates Mike but I abandoned it bc I thought it was stupid and it's been sitting in my drafts ever since)

Thank you so much for asking! I seriously like to talk about fics and stuff (I'm publishing a chapter of Pirate Byler today btw!!)

#byler #byler fanfic #stranger things #ask #superspy byler #just my absolute fav #I love it I love it I love it #I've said it before and I'll say it again #I can't believe I haven't started the bylerween fic yet #like idk what I'm gonna do #What if... #I don't finish in time! #nightmarish to think about #but possible indeed

[undertow-story]

CHAPTER 001

THE GAMBLE

I will admit... I am unconvinced that I am qualified for this job. These numbers are ludicrous even for the upstairs to offer, and whatever this guy has done has clearly gotten someone upstairs Very Angry....

Although, I would also love to stop sleeping in dumpsters and other bins that happen to be nearby... My fur deserves far better than washing up in whatever pond is in the outskirts of town.

Sachiel holds the paper in his grip, scratching at the long tanned fur on his chin.

Hm... and having a proper place to sit and clean my weapons would be ideal... No dirt getting right back into them after cleaning.... Ugh, whatever. I suppose I need to submit an ‘application’ first before I can muse the possibility.

He shuffled his way down the neon and gloomy street. Many shady persons lurked in the alleys and boulevards just beyond the main strip... But the market’s people were far from being the same. These people resided here happily (despite their living situation) and came and went as normal, some as always giving him odd glances. They were all just normal people, forced to live in a dangerous and unregulated place just because they weren’t ‘good’ enough. Sachiel didn’t understand it.

He looked up at the sign for his usual tavern. With a name like ‘The Hovel’ you wouldn’t expect it to be a very good place to dine or frequent. Surprisingly, it was actually quite well kept. Actually, it was the best kept bar in the entire Undertow if you were to ask Sachiel.

They also carried his favorite whiskey.

He slumped in through the door.

The very short, sunglasses bearing barkeep greeted him with the usual, “Hey there Fangs, what’ll it be?”.

Sachiel tossed his remaining coin at them, telling them to get him “The Usual, food included this time... with a request.”

“Request, eh? That’s unlike you bud, what’d’ya need?” They grinned, taking the coin and popping it into a lockbox below.

“Paper... Mhh, specifically one of those applications those thronies need for their hits.” He sat down at the counter, actively avoiding looking around at the other patrons whom he was aware had already started their odd glances.

The bartender gave him a chuckle and slid him a glass of his usual whiskey, an old one, a strong one, something with a hint of orange and smoke. They gave their coworker the food order, while rummaging below. “Oh-hoh, so you saw the notice. I’m surprised at you, Fangs, you don’t usually work for the Upstairs... what’s with the change of heart?”

Sachiel took the paper and started to fill in his information, name, experience, any previous hit with their invoice numbers... listed weapons? He huffed, struggling to talk and fill it in at the same time... His penmanship and focus were lacking.

“Mh, yeah... Look, Cy... I don’t like hunting you folk. Humans that is. I also however don’t like sleeping in empty dumpsters either. A hit like this could secure me a place to live in, finally... as well as replace my broken weapons.”

Cy smiled, it was always nice when Sachiel did refer to them by name and not just reply to what felt like no-one.

“Yeah we all dream of that one huh? I can’t blame you for wanting a place of your own. You've only been here a year and a bit now and still tend to be kicked out of bins. Not exactly the most ideal setup.”

“You’re telling me.” He scribbled, pulling out a set of crumpled and sad papers from his satchel. “I just hope I can A) get the job, and B) pull it off.”

“Ey, don’t worry about it Fangs, you’re a talented dude. Still glad I hired you before to take care of that ‘rat’ problem I had. Who’da thought all you’d need to clear the riff raff was just some cheap intimidation... Though I am glad you keep comin back here, does my business good to see your patronage, buddy.”

Sachiel sipped at his drink. “Do what I can to not be a nuisance.”

He finished up with his paperwork, stuffing his face with as much of the calamari he ordered as he could, then left as he usually did- silently and without much more to add to the room.

-

The application process was fairly simple. The Hunts were generally regulated by the people above, however anything requested from a persons of Undertow were marked with their own symbols next to the request file. All Hunters needed to be documented- and required invoice receipts in order to take on hits from wealthier individuals. As well, they were judged and graded on their hits based off their performance and how much damage they caused to surrounding areas, being docked accordingly.

Application desks were always found at a "Spire". Around the city were 8 Grand Spires. These spires connected the undertow to the guys up above ground. There was one in the middle, Alpha, then 7 around the outer areas of the other sectors. They basically were just support beams to hold the upper city off the ground and into the air.

Spire Gamma was the one closest to the place Sachiel generally lingered. This spire was also one of the most beaten down because it, and Theta, were near what was described as a ‘hot spot’, or an area where there was frequent 'entity' attacks.

Sachiel was wasting no time... He wanted this done and over with.

Dropping his application off and then sitting on a bench nearby, he refused to move along with the others who had also applied. It was easier than having the huntsmen workers come and find you... and he wanted to know sooner than later.

-

It didn’t take long, hits like this usually had a prompt response within 4 hours of the posting. If you missed it then it sucks to be you. A worker called over the loudspeaker, requesting Sachiel to the desk.

Not bad.

“Awrite Mistah Sachiel, lemme see ya ID.” The front desk lady held out a hand, she seemed quite old to be doing a job like this still.

... Mistah? Sachiel is fine... and I thought it was pronounced 'Mister'.

Sachiel handed over his ID. Thankfully these people didn’t care where it came from, just as long as theres a photo of you and a name that matched their signup records.

“Ohkay, Mistah Aethurt will see ya in his office, sweetie, head to the back I’ll open the elevator.” She boredly gestured to the other side of the spire.

...His office? Does that mean..?

Sachiel looked up, his ear once again turning backwards in concern.

I guess I get to know a little more about the upstairs.

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#look you actually get more than the prologue for the first time ever #wrow #002 is in the works again though bc i hate the flow so its getting redone.... but otherwise #yeah expect to actually see things.

[courcgecus]

I would also love to include speculation and headcanons for Jonathan's history. Now, if you happened to have your own ideas / include parts of my thoughts, very welcome. I am willing to discuss when building world, especially if characters knew the same character, or someone happened to roleplay the said character. Note! These details are for world building for the Great Mouse Detective / Victorian / Other history adapted AU / Zootopia / Sing etc... since these AUs skip most of the canon storyline.

In these AUs especially, I see there being more of shady business going on. Mr Brisby might have been a man of his family, but also a thief, especially when situation required it - helping a group of rats to achieve freedom from their shared pasts. Playing around dangerous individuals. Yet, laws and regulations considered, the punishments would come even for noble ideas... or, a rival would get him first.

Marriage of Mr and mrs Brisby was looked at little strange. You have an urban mouse moving to country side, where mrs Brisby had lived her entire life in the small community. He apparently never had an education, talks strange and unknown things, and no one has any idea about his family line or his history. Suspicious, thought many. But mrs Brisby was always convinced he was good hearted - and right she was! As a husband and father, he was the best one could have. He built the house, educated the children, lived life at peace. They didn't have much but they had everything they needed - and during hard times, he always seemed to have a way to bring food on the table. Or something nice to treat the family once in a while. What ever trouble surfaced, he always seemed to have an idea or solution to solve it. Sometimes, he would leave for the night after work and dinner. To see a friend or do a task he had forgotten earlier, or do extra work.

And one day, he didn't come back.

And for many weeks, if not months, she had no idea what had happened to him. She refused to believe he had left them -

and when the time came it was discovered he had been killed for trespassing. Body wasn't found, but the witnesses had came forward for his disappearance. Not only, was she struck by grief, it forced the family tight. One secret after another revealed of his past life - streetlife, subjection to experiments, thievery and friendship with the rats. Discovering the stone from his stash, she kept it hidden, while in came people who claimed Jonathan owed them. One of them, the factory owner and politician, Jenner, contacting the fresh widow with multitude of accusations towards her husband. Without Jonathan's income, the increased costs forced the family out their home - and against her will, move to the cities where mrs Brisby could work.

The stone held many mysteries - from where such an artifact could have been found - was it one of items Jonathan had obtained dishonestly - or what was the story behind the marvelous gem? Why that gemstone, suddenly, meant so much to her she was willing to fight for it. When Jenner threatened to sue her for not revealing the location of the artifact, even that had not scared her to speak. She always denied knowing any of that. And as a settlement, it was brushed off for the lack of evidence. Yet, it hadn't meant he had given up for her.

#tbt #|| brain burst - I have had so many ideas over almost what 10 years I have written her... #|| it's impossible to put those all on paper

[blooming-violets]

This is the first time in my YEARS of being on this hellsite that i have ever requested a oneshot/fic/something from a writer. Idek if you’re taking requests, but I wanted to ask at least, is there anyway we could get more of mob!Peter and dancer!Reader?

That tiny snippet you gave is giving me life, and I need more (obviously only if you want to write more or see a story for them – just know that you have an audience here for that!) 

🥰

I'm not actively writing right now BUT I do have some added headcanons. I also encourage anyone who reads this to write their own spin on it or add onto it if they want!

I'm thinking a Moulin Rouge style of story. A well loved burlesque dancer and courtesan of the wealthy club owner who mob!boss Peter takes a liking to.

He starts attending her performances every night. Whenever she's on stage, no matter what else is going on, she's all he can see. His entire world fades away until it's just him and her. He starts believing that she's singing and dancing only for him. When she's on stage, it makes him feel like they are the only two in the room. Think of that scene from Tick Tick Boom when he's watching Susan perform and the camera slowly pans in on him and blackens out everyone around him and he's so focused on Susan and then starts clapping before anyone else can even react. That's Peter every night watching our dancer lady.

He starts sending beautiful bouquets of flowers backstage every night and leaving anonymous love notes attached to them. He only signs it with -P because he's trying to keep a low profile. If his enemies knew he was attending the same place every night like clockwork then he would become an easy target.

Peter starts sending out his men to take intel on this woman. That's when he finds out she's living with the club owner. He's using her for sex and, sometimes, prostitution in return for living a wealthy lifestyle and a spot as the main performer in his show. She can get an ounce of fame and money as long as he get to parade her around however he wishes. This, of course, does not sit with right Peter. He can pretend it's because of his morals on how to treat woman but, really, it's because he feels a connection to her so he has a possessive nature towards her. The idea of her sleeping with other men who are not him just doesn't fly.

So he starts his infiltration plan. Being a wealthy mob boss, it's not an unusual thing to try and make deals with the surrounding, shady business men. That includes our creepy, little club owner. Peter decides to offer a proposal. He would start funding the performances for a chance to spend "quality" time with the star dancer. The club owner takes this as Peter wanting in on the sex work side business he has going on. He doesn't really like the idea of losing his favorite lady to another wealthy man but money talks.

Basically Peter ends up buying this woman off his hands. Now we're into human trafficking apparently?? Idk where this plot is going but I started on a train with an unknown destination and I'm just riding it until I see where we end up.

Once he has dancer in his possession, I would cut to some scenes of them getting to know each other and Peter wooing her and being a gentlemen and treating her with such respect and much love. And she's like wow he's handsome and rich AND doesn't expect me to fuck him in exchange for getting to dance. SHE JUST WANTS TO DANCE, BABY! SHE JUST WANTS TO BE A STAR. And Peter just wants to look at her with hearts in his eyes for the rest of time.

Peter decided he's going to keep her forever and ever. BUT conflict arises when club owner wants her back. His sales are starting to plummet when he realizes that she was the real star of the show. Without her, his show is not bringing in the same audience it used to. He wants her back. Peter refuses.

Not good.

Club owner kidnaps dancer one fateful night. He knows Peter won't give her up willingly and if he can't have her then no one will. A terrible hostage situation occurs in the empty dark theater. He's standing up on stage with a gun to our lady's side while Peter attempts to talk him down from the aisle. He moves slowly closer and closer, his hands held up, speaking slowly and deliberately. One wrong move and that asshole could take away his lover forever.

But, then, surprise! A sniper bullet from the balcony section from one of Peter's gang hits club owner perfectly between the eyes. He collapses to the ground. Blood sprays over our dancer's face. She lets out a scream and falls to her knees.

For a moment, we think everything is over. We think the bad guy is finished and Peter gets his woman.

BUT YOU'RE WRONG

Because as Peter approaches her, he quickly realizes that it's not all the club owner's blood on her. Her own blood is seeping through her dress and soaking over her stomach. When he was shot, he pulled the trigger and the bullet went into her side.

Peter runs to the stage and collects her into his arms. She looks up at him, tears in her eyes, and places a bloody hand on his cheek with a soft smile as her eyes close.

.......You decide the ending! Does she die? Is Peter able to get her to the hospital in time? Does she recover or is her permanently damaged, never able to dance again? Or does she make that full recovery and Peter buys out the club and she's able to spend the rest of her life dancing every night like she always wanted? Or is this the last he will ever see of his beautiful dancer?

Idk! You pick!

Either way, at some point in the story, there's a pool scene where dancer pushes him into his heated rooftop pool overlooking the NYC skyline. And he laughs and reaches out his hand for her to help him out but the second he has a hold on her, he pulls her into the pool, beautiful gown and all, next to him. And they kiss for the first time under the night sky with the soft, dancing glow of the pool lights illuminating them.

#asks #tasm peter #tasm #tasm x reader #peter parker

[acenancy]

Heyyyy! I was wondering… what are you’re thoughts/theories for S4 of Nancy Drew! What do you want to see happen? What supernatural hijinks do you think the crew will get up to? What mysteries/supernatural things do you want to see? How do you think Ace will find out about the curse? How do you think it will be broken? Nace for real?! I WOULD love to hear your thoughts? <3

Hi! Thank you for the nice big ask! In return, I have given you this nice big answer. Honestly, I just kind of spewed my entire giant wacky theory for Season 4 under the cut lol so here goes…

First off, my theories for Season 4 are kind of, sort of reliant on the idea that Temperance’s tarot card predictions have not come to fruition yet. The way the tarot plot – if you can even call it a plot – was wrapped in 3x13 felt…flimsy. Incomplete, even. It made sense! But barely. So, I like to think we know which prediction applies to which character but that they haven’t come true just yet. For reference:

Bess – One of you will wreak havoc on this town.

George – One of you will betray your true love.

Nick – One of you will forsake what is dearest to you.

Ace – One of you will lose your heart.

Nancy – One of you will be the others’ demise

Ryan – Only one of you will fulfill your destiny, and that will cause the rest to fall.

I’ll start off by explaining how I think Ryan’s story will unfold because I believe his business with the Etsy Couple will essentially be what drives the first half of Season 4. Ryan is a character with something to prove. He is desperate to be a functioning adult that Nancy can be proud of and that he can be proud of too. So, despite being forced to introduce the Etsy Couple to Bess at the end of 3x13, I think the couple will almost immediately present an opportunity for success to Ryan that he will easily be swayed to take. Basically, Ryan is gonna get himself into some shady shit. And, since Temperance’s vision has already left Nancy wary of the Etsy Couple, I can’t imagine she’ll be happy about whatever business he starts conducting with them. I can see a fairly large rift forming between Nancy and Ryan over how Ryan goes about his life in general, especially since we already got a taste of how Nancy feels about this exact sort of thing in 3x10. She might also be a little overbearing after living an entire month where he was dead. Totally understandable.

What kind of trouble Ryan gets into with the Etsy Couple is another story. At first, I thought the couple would be working with The Road Back, but now I think they’re just big players in the Supernatural Black Market. That would explain why they want Ryan to introduce them to Bess, the new keeper of The Historical Society who just happens to be in charge of an archive of supernatural relics.

As for Bess, whatever the Etsy Couple wants with her, I don’t see her being interested in working with them at all. I’m sure she’ll see right through them. However, I do think a circumstance will arise where she will begrudgingly need their help and get sucked into their web in return. I think Bess will accidentally release something from the archives or cast a spell that will wreak havoc on the town that only the couple will be able to stop with a relic they possess. Actually, I believe that Bess has ALREADY cast a spell that will wreak havoc on the town:

Now, when Bess cast this unnecessarily involved spell in 3x12, nothing happened. Like, literally nothing happened. It was comical. But, who is to say that it didn’t actually work over the course of time? What she did here was summon spirits from the darkness beyond. As in, she summoned spirits from the other side. As in…

…she raised the dead.

Running with this theory, I don’t think Bess’s spell will have resurrected EVERY corpse in the cemetery. The wording of the spell implies that she only summoned “cursed agents from the darkness beyond, sent from an enemy with ill intent.” So, she only reanimated cursed and/or evil corpses. Personally, I would love if this means that the premiere kicks off with the Drew Crew fending off murderous zombies Fear Street style, but I think the plot could run a little deeper than that. After all, we’ve already been introduced to characters who fit the exact criteria of “cursed agents from the darkness beyond, sent from an enemy with ill intent”: The Icarans.

The Icarans, cursed and dead because of their enemies, The Women in White.

How Undead Icarans could get involved with the plot is hard to say. Despite Nancy breaking their curse in 2x15, would they still be overcome with murderous fury? Would they be dull and just roam around Horseshoe Bay aimlessly? Would they be resurrected with the same sinister purpose they had when they died? I suspect that after rotting away for 80 years, their bodies wouldn’t be functioning so well, so their first order of business would be to head to Icarus Hall where they can spruce themselves up with their cure-all meteorite.

But, when they realize the meteorite is no longer at Icarus Hall, they would have to find another means to heal themselves. And, maybe they’ll have heard rumors about a certain seal covering a certain veil that…

Which leads us back to The Supernatural Black Market where we already know those involved are trying to get their hands on this seal.

All this to say, I think for the first half of Season 4, we’ll be taking a dive into the relic trade as we witness a rat race among collectors to get the seal, we’ll probably be introduced to some supernatural items that could help the Drew Crew in the future, and we’ll also get a couple of fun mystery-of-the-week episodes in the process. However, by midseason, I think The Icarans will succeed in procuring the seal for themselves while the Supernatural Black Market will be totally dismantled.

But how would The Supernatural Black Market be dismantled? On Twitter, @mazelopez actually theorized that George, under the mentorship of Jean, would be vital in finally cracking this case and bringing the operation down. She also suggested that this could be a way for George to grow attached to Jean, a strong female influence she’s been lacking, only to discover that Jean is somehow involved with The Road Back. I mean, it’s already been mentioned that members of TRB are hidden within law enforcement, government, etc., so! Would Jean being part of TRB be such a stretch? I love this idea, not only because we’d get to see George grow as a future lawyer and still be involved with the plot, but because this could present an opportunity for Jean, as a member of The Road Back, to help her founders, The Icarans, get to the seal they would need to heal. Alternatively, we could see Jean prevent The Icarans from getting to the seal since she would be a member of The Road Back which only came to fruition after the founders left their fellow Icarans for dead. Either way, I love the entire concept. Bonus points if Jean sees potential in George and tries to recruit her to the dark side, somehow leading George to betray her true love, Nick.

Speaking of Nick, as the least enthusiastic of the supernatural, I believe we’ll be sticking with tradition and keeping his plot mostly magicless as he begins his “walkabout”. I assume we’ll probably see some tension with his parents as they come to terms with who he is and who they want him to be. I also think we’ll see a lot of bonding between Nick and Nancy as Nick is the only person who truly understands what it’s like for her to have killed someone. Not to mention they’re both in a bit of romantic turmoil at the moment. I don’t think the show will go there with Drewson again, but I do think they’ll play a significant role in the other’s healing process and understanding their complicated feelings.

Apart from that, while Horseshoe Bay tries to rebuild after the tsunami, I think Nick will truly find his purpose this season and become more involved in local politics. I’ve been saying forever that I believe he will ultimately become the mayor of Horseshoe Bay, and I really think the show is going to lean into the idea of him becoming a leader this season. 

Also, I hate to say it, but I do NOT think George is the thing dearest to Nick that he has forsaken. I think what is dearest to Nick that he will forsake is the Youth Center. We know how much Nick values community and community is exactly what the Youth Center represents to Nick. We’ve seen how much time and effort he put into making it a success. We’ve seen him lose his shit after thinking he failed the children. In Temperance’s alternate reality, we’ve even seen him pass responsibility for (in other words, forsake) the Youth Center to Addy because he thought it was what was best. Nick forsaking the Youth Center could also tie into anything involving the seal since the Youth Center sits rights on top of it.

Then, of course, there’s Ace. Mainly, in the first half of the season, I think his plot will revolve around learning about and breaking the curse. I imagine he’ll be going on a bit of a romantic solo adventure in the beginning. How he actually discovers the curse is difficult to say, but I do think he’ll slowly piece everything together until he has a eureka moment. It’s also worth mentioning that the writers have said at some point, Nancy will want to find a way to break their curse too, so maybe she starts leaving him clues? Sends him on a little scavenger hunt? Gives him a little mystery to solve? I’d love it if that were the case, but I’m also not sure what the parameters of the curse are. Will Nancy helping Ace learn about the curse count as her acting on her feelings? Honestly, I think it does, which leads me to believe the two of them will put breaking their curse on the back burner for a bit. Probably to handle more pressing matters together, like say, finding reanimated corpses. In that case, Ace will probably remain Nancy’s Guy Friday out of necessity, and we’re going to get a LOT of romantic and sexual tension while they work together.

Funnily enough, I don’t think either Ace or Nancy will be the ones to discover the solution to breaking their curse. I think their friends will be the ones to find it because if Bess, Nick, and George find the curse breaker, Nancy and Ace are not at risk of triggering the curse themselves. It would also just be a super beautiful, in-character gesture for the Drew Crew to find a way for their friends to be happy together. 

As far as breaking the curse goes, I kind of suspect Temperance’s moth will come back into play and the crew will think they have to kill it. I would love it if the Etsy Couple’s bug vacuum made an appearance.

Though, whatever curse-breaking solution the crew finds…I don’t think it will work. And I think, by even making moves to break the curse, Ace and Nancy will trigger it. Forgive me, but I do think Ace will die at this point, or at least be on the brink of death. Probably by getting into a car accident again since those are his thing. Ace is the one who is supposed to lose his heart, too, and if the curse is triggered, that means Nancy is his demise.

Obviously, I assume Ace would be brought back to life in this instance, and, yes, I have a theory as to how that would happen too. What would revive Ace, what would break the curse, would be true love’s kiss. It is exactly the kind of trickery Temperance would pull – Ace and Nancy, cursed if they ever act on their feelings for each other, can only break the curse…if they act on their feelings for each other. So Nancy will probably kiss Ace while he’s down and unintentionally save his life, a la Sleeping Beauty and Snow White. Someone actually wrote a perfect fanfic where true love’s kiss is what breaks the curse, so if anyone remembers the name of it, please let me know so I can credit the author! 

No matter how the curse breaks though, I can see this all coming to a head by midseason and we’ll finally get canon Nace for the tail-end of Season 4.

As for Nancy’s plot apart from the romance? I think it will be the most interesting storyline this season, but I also don’t have much to say about it other than I think she’ll be solving the mystery of the resurrected corpses (and The Icarans).

How I think we’ll ultimately conclude the season will be with the redemption of Ryan Hudson. While I think he’ll mess up big time with the Supernatural Black Market, I could then see him being the one to take down The Icarans and stop them from doing whatever it is they want to do. Gotta assume it would be something bad, maybe like summoning that dark entity under town that Temperance never had the chance to? Ultimately, it will all lead to Ryan fulfilling his destiny and causing the rest to fall, the ones falling being The Icarans. I think this prophecy specifically is a little callback to 2x12 when the cipher Grant’s mom created was: It’s what gives us faith to make mountains fall. The mountains referring to The Road Back, of course, and what gives us faith being love. The Lauryn Hill song Tell Him that Grant’s mom used as the cipher is also extremely Ryan-coded.

But hey, that’s my spiel.

Things I can’t even try to wrap my head around:

Nancy’s mysterious caller at the end of 3x13. Who do YOU think it is?

Other predictions I have:

Fanson will NOT get back together by the finale, but the season will end on a hopeful note for them.

We’ll learn more about Addy’s tribe and how they’re involved in the community. We’ll also learn more about the ore through them.

Baddy will remain strong.

Both Nancy and Ryan will move out of the Drew House at the end of the season as they inch along the road to becoming adults.

Other things I would like to see this season:

The return of Hannah and Tamura.

Hardy Boy reveal.

More plot involving Ace’s brother.

George crushing on Pete.

Nancy begrudgingly adopting Kegstand.

Kegstand being an Icaran cursed to live as a cat for the rest of his days. I can elaborate on this in a separate post but just know I am DESPERATE for this.

TWIST ENDING WITH THE RETURN OF SIMON AS HORSESHOE BAY’S ULTIMATE BIG BAD.

The girls bonding, as always.

The boys bonding, as always.

The dads bonding, as always.

More information about Lucy and Kate.

More information about the history of Horseshoe Bay and why it is like That.

Anyway, bless you if you actually read this entire thing, especially since I doubt any of it will happen. Let me know what you think we’ll see in Season 4!

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