#sort of vaguely space invaders related too

[dibothy]

Oh I’m breaking down, heartbreak was never so loud-

#invader zim #dib #iz dib #i started this MONTHS ago and finally came back to it #i think it was originally vent art #very abstract concept here but i think it looks cool #sort of vaguely space invaders related too #spence.art #👻

[dazaisgem]

7 Minutes In Heaven - Yuji Itadori

Oh, God.

Initially, this was never going to be anything more than a mere compromise for your idiotic roommate. You had not anticipated this. No. No way in hell were you ever prepared to be sitting in a dim classroom with a crowd of attractive individuals who most likely had a few looses screw, nut jobs in the kindest form possible. An oddity is intriguing and enjoyable in your experience. Excluding your buddy, she takes weird to a whole different level. Weirdness is written all over her punchable face, only for it to fall off and be replaced by a more accurate term, and that title being; sexy bimbo. Indeed your friend Kiyomi was a sexy bimbo. She acts out on pure self-satisfaction and can not recognize a squid from an octopus. Moreover, that sexy bimbo urged you to get in an unoccupied (of any staff) classroom, with a group of hotties huddled in a corner playing seven minutes in heaven.

Hot men and women left and right, as Kiyomi, pushed you into the crowd of turn-ons in what seems to be a physics class. Now sitting next to a green-haired girl, who appeared to be attempting to conclude where it all went south and how the bloody hell she was in the position she currently was in, sitting next to two horndogs as they exchanged salvias and prodded their way into each others mouth, playing cat and mouse with their tongues, while gripping furiously onto each other, she grimaced pushing up her glasses. Kill me now, she thought before scooting away. You really could relate to her. Those two were either extremely carefree or drunk. Or just horny.

People who decided that participating in the game seven minutes in heaven was too beneath their caliber were sitting at the empty desks drinking away whisky, wine, and beer that they acquired from who knows where. A brunette and a blonde sitting opposite of the eye-pleasing group rolled up their joints, laughing away at shallow jokes that were not in the least bit humorous. Instead, they seemed to piss you off, but you made no effort to express it. Alternatively, you turned your back to them, mumbling incoherent words of distaste in their dull choice of humor. Although maybe it was the weed affecting them, no, you doubt it. A strong voice forced your attention away from the nobodies,

"Alright, alright! We're going to start this party, so whoever's joining, get your asses over here!" A brunette shouted-you couldn't entirely distinguish her hair between being a brunette or an orange head due to lights being off- grabbing the attention of all those in the classroom.

Shifting a bit further into the group, looking around in anticipation, because, to be frank, you've never played seven minutes in heaven. Of course, you know of the rules, but you've only ever seen this game in movies that solely perform it to enter the top ten on Netflix by securing points with horny teenagers. So to be gathered in a circle with extremely breathtaking individuals, have your heart thrashing at an accelerated, erratic pace.

Does my breath smell good? Oh, God, where the hell is Kiyomi!?

Glancing around in search of your friend, you choke on your spit when you see her topping a guy while she whispers sweet nothings into his ear as he leaves a trail of sloppy kisses down the line of her sharp jaw. Sporting a Chester grin as she makes eye contact with you, she slowly sticks out her tongue and licks over his collarbone, leaving a path of hot wet spittle while maintaining her gaze with yours. As strands of her luxurious coal-colored hair slip over her pale skin, she skims her palms up his neck, entangling her fingers within his rosy locks, she bites down.

Holy Fuck.

Rubbing your legs together in need of some sort of friction to ease the tingling sensation within your thighs, you hastily turn away as your cheeks are a stain of an embarrassing hue of red. If you had stared any longer, losing yourself in those gorgeous emerald orbs of hers, you would faint.

Dammit, Kiyomi, why did you have to be a sexy ass bimbo!

The clatter of a glass bottle spinning grabs your attentiveness as you hear howls of encouragement meant for a man named Itadori. Cause of Kiyomi's erotic play, you didn't realize the game had already begun, utterly distracted by her lewd antics.

The bottle seemed to whirl endlessly. As everyone pushed further into the circle, clenching fists in anticipation, all but one, that is. A dark-haired man sat still, his back a little hunched over as he rested his chin on the palm of his hand.

"It's stopping its stopping," a boy shouted,

"We know Itadori, you idiot. You can shut up.'' The same orange head who started the game jabbed the boy named Itadori in the ribs. Earning a yelp of pain from the boy, pouting his lips, he murmured,

"Why are you so rude Kugasaki,"

"What was that!?"

The coke-a-cola bottle finely was nearing its end. As it slowed down, passing by several people before stopping right in front of you. The red lid of the bottle facing you, as everyone seemed to stop their chatter and stare at you,

oh, God.

"Itadori! Go in the closet with her!" Kugasaki said, pointing her slim finger at you as Itadori and the others continued their gawking. Unsure of who exactly you were.

"Hey," Itadori said, "What's your name?" peering directly at you with the most wholesome expression, he sat silently awaiting your response.

"(y/n) (l/n)," you said,

"Oh, I know you! Your friends with Orihara, yeah yeah, I know you!"

"You know Kiyomi?"

"Yeah, she slept with my brother Sukuna. They're making out right over there." he pointed to where Kiyomi and his brother were.

Of course, Kiyomi slept with his brother.

"Stop with the chit-chat! And go in the damn closet already."

Shoving Itadori continuously to stand up, Kugasaki grinned when he finally stood up with hurried, okays. She then leaned over to you.

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.

"You gonna' go in the closet or what?" she said,

"Yeah, I'm going to go." Hurriedly pulling yourself up, you stood a bit, hesitant of where to go until Itadori aimed his finger towards the closet with a gentle smile before sauntering to the cabinet, with you moving quickly after.

A go' get em' girl! Shouted by Kiyomi was heard as she observed you and the boy waltzing into the depths of darkness, knowing the quite obvious outcome. Sensual energy seeping through the shut cracks.

***

The initial thought that befell upon you was that the closet was exceedingly tiny, leaving little to no room for a thing we all appreciate termed; personal space. Yeah, your bodies flushed together as Itadoris hands fluttered behind the small of your back. Your faces centimeters apart that you could inhale the sweet fragrance of honey. Most likely from a candy, he had been eating, the crampiness leaving no leeway for decisions as you stare deeply into each other's eyes.

It was as if there were an invisible string that only brought your faces closer and closer, and no matter how much you wanted to resist, this magical cord only tugged harder as his breath fanned above yours.

"We don't have to do anything, you know," he murmured, his scent overriding all of your senses, and you felt as if your knees were to buckle any moment from the waves you felt throughout your entire body. He had only said something so vague as to be nameless, and you were about ready to bend over for a guy whom you had just met. Pitiful, embarrassing, perhaps, so it was. But you couldn't ignore what your body wanted, and it was to be all over his. It wanted to be on top of him, riding him, leisurely and sensually, as beads of sweat would roll down your burning face, contorting as his length skillfully hit that glorious point that had black and white invading your vision. Pitiful indeed.

"But, what if I said that I wanted to...

He let out an unsteady breath. You felt as though you were on the verge of passing out,

God, could this room get any hotter?

"So you wouldn't mind if I did this?" his voice was hardly below a whisper, and his hand, which had been hovering over the small of your back, was now pressed firmly, pushing you remarkably closer than you both already were.

You could feel your heart hammering in your ears and chest. You couldn't help but wonder if Itadori was feeling the same way. If he, too, felt this unyielding string of lustful desires, but you couldn't tell.

Perhaps that was for the best.

The unholy images rushing within his mind have him internally groaning. It was dark, and he could feel your round breasts squished against his chest, as his clammy grip only drove you further towards him. You smelt of ginger. Spicy and sweet, it was a killer combination that had his little bit of restraint withering away. He knew that the point of the game was to be making out right now. But he couldn't allow himself to make out with a girl who probably didn't even want to be there in the first place. But when your intoxicating smell fills him to the brim and your sweet voice sends shivers down his spine, he discovers himself drifting in the direction of those delicate lips. A taste, a feel, he wants it-he needs it.

"I won't mind," you whisper.

If you hadn't said that, maybe he wouldn't wildly have pushed you harshly against the closet wall. Perhaps he wouldn't have swallowed up your yelp of surprise with a sloppy kiss. But you did. You smelled so good, you tasted so sweet, and most of all, you smacked back with just as much greed.

Tongues lapping and twirling in an unsynchronized rhythm as his hands strayed from your back to clutching your waist. While you were holding onto his neck, occasionally roughly tugging at his pink hair, you let out a muffled moan. This kiss was nowhere near as gentle as you imagined it would be. No. It was broken and careless. Hot and messy. But it was perfect. His mouth against yours. The way your heads would shift to the side in an attempt to deepen into each other's mouths.

Nothing had ever tasted more pleasing than this.

"Alright, times up!" the voice of Kugasaki broke you and Itadori out of your sensual daze.

Slowly separating, a string of salvia connecting you and him. His light brown eyes bore into your (e/c) ones. Deep breaths-and you're sure he could hear your thrashing heart- the only thing heard in the tiny closet. Still hanging onto each other, he cracked a smile.

"That-that was, it was great," he breathed out,

"Yeah," your voice was fragile, airy, and so damn hot. So sexy it had Itadori leaning down to capture your lips in another ecstatic kiss. That is, until the door slammed open with Kiyomi being in the doorway, a grin so grand and mischievous, it would put the joker to shame. Yes, the joker would shrivel in fear in the face of Kiyomi Orihara, for she was always seeking (or creating) havoc to satisfy the big clown in her. And as she would do those deeds, her broad clown face constantly unraveled itself. And as she stood in the pathway to enter the cabinet. That terrifying clown face was painted as clear as day on her beautifully punchable face.

"Hey Itadori, your brother Sukuna thinks it’s about time to head home, and since he is your ride and I (y/n)'s, it seemed appropriate for me to let you both know we're heading home.”

#itadori x reader #itadori fluff #itadori x y/n #yuuji x you #yuji itadori #7 minutes in heaven #jujutsu kaisen

[hanniiesuckle17]

Skz Reaction: S/o Having Mental Health Issues

A/n: I hope you guys like this. I thought I would keep this one vague so it's more their reaction and not necessarily to a specific type of mental health issue. (Not thoroughly edited srryyy)

Requested by: @mrsunshine999

Tag List: @distrikt9 @mini-meanhoe @poeticallyspaghetti @hanstagrams @desertofdessert @yangomangos @hoes4hoseok

Bangchan:

So obviously I think Chan would be the most supportive put of all the boys (all would be supportive but you know what I mean)

If it is something that you have treatment for he would always remind you to take your medication or drive you where you needed to be

He loves seeing you smile so he would do his best to always make sure you're smiling

Chan understands though that it can be hard for you to stay happy at certain points

So he learns to pick up the sort of signs you give and acts on those

You always come first though

So If you want him to give you space

He gives you space

If you want him to let you handle it

He let's you take care of yourself

If you want him to just hug you and help you

You best believe he would run to you from across the earth

Minho:

Minho is definitely more the type to care from afar

After you told him about your mental health you were probably surprised at his reaction

He seemed unbothered by it

Minho would certainly be concerned but he knew that if you needed his help you would ask him

He probably does like a quick one hour dive on the internet about whatever type of mental health issue you have but not more than that

He probably suggests cat therapy about a million times when you bring up something related to your situation

You're still not sure whether it's a joke or not (you can never tell)

If you're having a really bad day or attack or episode he'll be really upset if you dont tell him or he isn't the first person you call

Definitely has your therapist or doctor on speed dial

I think one of the reasons he cares from a distance is bc he is a little embarrassed he doesnt know how? Like he isnt ever sure what you could possible need from him

He hates seeing you struggle especially if there is something he can do about it (he just doesn't know what)

You would probably have to actually sit down and talk with him about how he can help bc he is not going to ask you hes too shy or embarrassed

Changbin:

Changbin is definitely the most on top of everything when it comes to your mental health

I feel like he would be the one to have a solution for every problem and a plan for every possible situation

He probably has a binder with all your info in it so he knows how to help you when you need him

He lowkey becomes your dad....like when he leaves for tour or something he probably writes down a bunch of phone numbers you already know and sticks them on your fridge

He is the king of checking in on you though

Whether you have a bad day or not Changbin always texts you and asks how you're feeling

He never pushes you though because he know he can be a little excessive at times

Changbin hates seeing you frustrated especially when you are mentally blocked

So he likes to do these things he calls 'stress sessions'

Basically he pulls out every single plushie the two of you own and holds them like punching bags while you hit them

Believe it or not it actually helps a little sometimes

He never wants you to feel helpless because of your mental health

Hyunjin:

So Hyunjin would probably be one of the clueless ones

And he is probably a little shy to ask you questions at first because he doesnt want to offend you or invade your personal space

He probably would ask Chan for advice bc Chan knows all

He does his best not to treat you any differently than before

It makes him realize how strong you are to have been dealing with something huge like that for such a long period of time

He starts doing little things for you like helping you out with chores or getting off work a little earlier if you say you had a bad day

At times he thinks it's silly and what he is doing doesnt help so you would have to reassure him that it does mean something to you

Probably comes up with a system so he knows when you're having a really bad day

Still is mostly clueless even with the system

Hyunjin cares alot so he would probably move heaven and earth just to make you feel even a little bit better

I feel like he would be one of the most patient of the boys

Even though he doesnt know how to help some of the time he knows just being there for you when you need him is enough sometimes

Jisung:

I think behind Chan Jisung would be the most supportive having dealt with Mental health himself

Somehow he always knows exactly what you need

It's like he has a sixth sense just for you

He also knows to treat you no differently than if you didnt have these issues

The two of you would be each others support system

So you would fall on each other when you need help

He comes to you when he has trouble with his anxiety and you always come to him when you need him

I feel like rest is a huge thing for him so he always makes sure to mark out a day or a weekend so the two of you can rest and check in with each other

Jisung would also probably want to know as much as he could about whatever type of mental health issue you had so he could help you in the best way possible

So he probably spends some of his spare time doing research on how best to help you

Mental health is a huge deal for jisung

So he always let's you know he is there for you and cares about you

Felix:

Felix takes you telling him about your mental health very seriously

Like jisung I feel like he would do some research about whatever type of mental health problem you had

Felix would probably be the most attentive out of the boys

Not attentive.....um...maybe observant is the word. Yeah observant.

Felix has always been super aware of how others around him are feeling so I feel like he picks up on things fairly quickly

He probably sets up a system with you to gauge how you're feeling. (Like a scale of 1-10 or he uses the red light green light system) something like that

Felix is like the ultimate caregiver though

He loves taking care of people so I feel like If his s/o pushed him away he would really know what to do with himself

But he would ofc give you your space

At times he might tend to coddle you but you know that it's just because he cares

Felix always does his best to make sure you always have a safe space to go to.

Whether that's him or a therapist or a random space in the house that is just yours

Seungmin:

Like Minho I think Seungmin is definitely the care from afar type

He just wants to know that when he is away for such long periods of time he knows you are going to be okay without him

He probably takes the time out of his day to organize your medicine or your appointments

Seungmin definitely wouldnt be afraid to ask questions if he didnt know something

He also gets sort of defensive when youre in public

He has dealt with hate before and he really doesn't want you having to deal with it at all if he can keep it from happening

Seungmin is also one that probably likes to just check in on you from time to time (especially if hes away)

You guys text alot

You probably have a secret code word for if you are having a really hard time (idk something like 'pineapple')

He would always come rushing to you if you needed him

He feels really anxious when he is away from you like on tour sso you are always on his mind

Seungmin would always be looking out for you even when you think hes not

Jeongin:

I feel like you physically have to tell Jeongin about your mental health

Bc this boy probably wouldnt notice at first

Hes just caught up in how wonderful you are

He would probably feel really honored that you chose to tell him about it

He would probably ask you questions about it if you felt comfortable answering them

It would probably take him a little while to adjust to how It affected your life but he would do his best to try and remember every possible thing he could do to help

If you live together he would probably put little colorful post it notes around the house with reminders about your meds or appointments or little messages

(Most were for you/but they were helpful to him too)

Probably asks Chan, Jisung, or Changbin for advice if he really is clueless about something

Jeongin probably does little things for you like maybe picking up groceries for you or cleaning the kitchen or doing your laundry

Just so there is one less thing you have to worry about

He always trys to make sure you know that you arent ever alone

Request are Temporarily Closed!

Masterlist

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[arsenicxarcana]

Gimme all you've got on directors cut of We Are Not Friends!! I am in big need! If you asked spare some crumbs please (only if you want to tho!"

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bestie that was 2 years ago amid the beginning of a major historical event and the resulting maladaptive hyperfixation

i was originally just gonna spitball but then i went and skimmed the whole fic so these comments are relatively chronological

also longue as fuck

i'm sorry to anyone "keep reading" doesn't work for

it was originally supposed to be a oneshot a la don't feed the animals and idle hands, it obviously didnt stay there

the ptsd flashback in ch 12 was written a lot earlier than you think and came up a lot earlier than i expected

that event is also fairly recent - after the priestess went fishing the devil spent the magic accumulated over lucio's stay in the realms to rip a hole through dimensions and get the fuck out

(we don't know how he managed to end up in vesuvia, maybe using lucio's intense I Want To Go Home feelings as a focus point)

he may have crawled out of the basement in the rowdy raven which means when barth says "i dont know where he came from" it doesn't JUST mean "that guys from out of town"

the devil spends most of the fic as this image:

lucio did once have a tab, if he were to pay it barth would be able to renovate the raven at least three times

any assets he may have had in vesuvia belong to nadia/the state, now, but he may have ferreted money away in other places during his conquesting years - not that he knows where it is, anymore

unbeknownst to either disaster boy, the coliseum is no longer standing - nadia had it knocked down to put a library there a while ago

lucio spent 3 years as a goat and 40+ years as a man, and yet in a pinch it's the goat that comes back

i was definitely going for a "what do you want?" "your soul" "a bagel" "noooo" "... two bagels" type deal here (cause the devil hungy:

A meat pasty, still warm.

Another bolt of red agony snapped through his skull, only fading after he was strangely compelled to lean up and grab another one.

canon didn't say he was good at swimming until way after i'd written him being hydrophobic, but in fairness you kinda become hydrophobic if you know the water is consistently full of murder

if arsenic had used the mask to track him, they still would have easily found him bc it would be using the devil's energy

the skulls are an important part of this family, Julian!

pushing a dislocated shoulder back into place is vaguely a callback to my ancient invader zim fic

bright gold magic is a signifier of the fool (you can see this in the golden chain representing his blood bond w/ mc in an earlier fic), arsenic's magic was green pre-resurrection

on a related note i let lucio have molten gold during his breakdown as a sort of nod to the "lucio is the fool" theory before i'd fully decided to reject it - maybe his magic is just like that

mazelinka's magic soup being "deep gold" was just me not being able to think of a good color, maybe arsenic made this one for them

the headaches pre-reveal are what happens when two consciousnesses try to occupy the same space without either of them being fully cognizant of it

after that it's mostly just the devil being a dick

lucio being a magical heat sink was my theory on why he's "magical deadweight" in canon despite having the blood of a powerful magician in his veins

(i haven't caught back up to his route so idk what their reasoning is)

the leeches did help!! the devil definitely monches one to get that power back and bc he has zero standards

my one regret about the bodysharing is that arsenic was too efficient in locking him up before i could do more Shenanigans with it

i don't actually know what the devil was yelling at them while they were getting the magic out, but it was probably some form of ancient swear

if lucio drew another card in the deck it would be the devil because thats how things work (unless ofc his card went missing when he broke out)

the devil means lucio, here - helping/trusting/taking care of him

"Not that. Helping me? Trusting me? Taking care of me??"

but he's thinking about both of them here

"I hurt you." His attention was on him again. "I will hurt you."

the devil absorbed the Sleep Magic so it was just hot soup he drank, and yes, he may have underestimated how hot fresh soup is on a mortal's tongue

he also gets to pretend to sleep, much like jules

the devil's initial reaction to jules' confession was kind of a kneejerk subconscious lucio, how would YOU respond to this, oh that bad, and so he switches tactics to how he knows one is Supposed to react

absolutely would've fucked like rabbits if he opened the door

this is still my fave part of his escape because pls imagine the devil tripping over himself, the center of gravity is Wrong and these legs are Wrong

In a fit of desperation he let himself pull back, leaning into that feeling of being moved by something else - he felt his hooves slip on the hardwood, spindly limbs supporting them twisting and crumbling beneath him, threatening to pitch him across the floor - stumbling and catching himself on a wall he couldn’t see, pulling himself forward again on human feet and a human mind.

he may have punted portia here

One managed to remain standing, and as they grabbed for him he changed tacks and leapt on top of them, using their body as a springboard to fling himself further along the deck.

and the devil's mask acting as a link to the Outside

For a moment his reflection shifted and disappeared into darkness, accompanied by muffled, worried voices.

“ --fetch me a goddamn lifeboat before my IDIOT FIANCE kills himself playing HERO-- ”

the mind palace flooding is what happens when you're hurtling across the ocean at mach 5 and the other personality is trying to take control so now you're fucking drowning

this is a big goddamn lie bc it's lucio that's coming out on top

“This vessel is growing weaker by the day, Julian. I don’t know how much longer he’ll last me.” The Devil sighed, examining his vessel’s claws in lieu of his own, expression contorted into a mockery of pity. “Sooner or later, he’ll fall apart. Slowly, painfully, piece by piece until nothing of him is left. Surely you don’t want to witness this?”

the healing scene was originally actually going to succeed, however, i realized that's kind of a stretch for the devil's magic

the priestess ofc has been hunting him for years, but the connection only got stronger recently - before, nadia wouldn't have seen or felt anything quite so vividly

the devil talking over nadia was inspired by venom talking over the doctor in venom 1

this part was originally amidst crying on the ground time

What the hell was he supposed to do now? Was he supposed to stick with the plan? He couldn’t face either of them now. If he found the boat, where was he supposed to go?

i considered having lucio grab his floppy ears instead, but lucio knows how animals work, you don't do that

He snarled and shifted his grip to one set of horns instead, yanking his head up towards him, almost eye to eye.

people on twitter would have seen me in process of writing this part

“I shall be a perfect gentleman.”

“No you won’t.” The former Count huffed.

except like this because of sleep deprivation

“I shall be a perfect gentleman.”

“No you shall'nt.” The former Count huffed.

i had also considered making the devil be Smol (not necessarily a baby) as a side effect of the bond, but went with the sick and dying look to go w/ lucio's death themes

if i was SMART i would have broken ch 19 up into more than one chapter because goddamn

i had "lucio saves the devil's life" thing in mind ever since "you owe me your miserable life" was said, though i'm p sure he would have been fine, but then again, he's half-mortal so

i'm still disappointed in myself for not doing more with the "lucio becomes more archetype, devil becomes more human" last unicorn concept

there's stuff i wanna say about ch 20 BUT i think i was gonna cover it in a wanf tale,,

i don't remember how i was originally going to resolve things, but Weaponized Friendship was not the 1st on the list

no i have no idea how asra convinced muriel to attend julian's wedding with a GODDAMN DEMON cameo but he's never going to any other wedding ever again

i'm still down for anyone wanting to rewrite or give me pointers on rewriting the wedding to be more jewish

obviously this fic predated the tale with nevivon, so i was thinking it was just A Sea Town, but this means at least half if not most of the non-vesuvian party guests were grandmas and they partied the fuck out

(another wanf tale will cover Actual Nevivon)

#the arcana #directors cut #we are not friends #we are not friends AU #writing #long post #spoilers #sort of

[simpingforthisonedeer]

Chapter 9: Tempestuous II

Summary: Julius finds Aika in the Wizard King's study; One of the important reasons for Aika's hesitance is discovered; And there's a five-leaf grimoire👀👀

Notes: 

- completely SFW

- 4k words, a relatively short read compared to my other chapters agfdsghfjhl. - There are also more clues as to what Julius is and I give you one letter. If you figure it out from just that, I will legitimately shit myself. - I introduce an original character who is Marx's older brother and like all side characters, he is important.

- Be sure to check the notes at the end and enjoy (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Aika sat down on her most favourite sofa in the Wizard King’s study with a sigh and a cup of tea. She had just finished tearing down all the talisman stuck to the shelves and walls that prevented anyone from detecting the room and noticing the door from the actual office which was also covered by a painting. She had her personal books in a few dozen stacks around her, ready to be shoved into her backpack but she decided to take a small break.

She could faintly hear the muffled discussion on the other side of the wall of Julius apologizing profusely to someone named “Marx.” Aika had recently confirmed it was Marx Francois, Julius’ advisor and attendant. He may not know her, but Aika knew him well enough. His older brother, Karl Francois, is the president of her company and a close friend of hers and he would sometimes tell her about his brother.

Aika sighed contentedly into her cup. She should have tea with him sometime, especially since she doesn't have her amulet to walk around the castle without scrutiny. She did vaguely remember Karl mentioning that Marx liked black tea.

She turned to the door leading to the office curiously when all became quiet. She heard a door swing shut and some sound of shuffling on the other side of the wall and the door in front of her slammed open.

“Aika!” The invader exclaimed. Her heart jumped when she realized owner of the voice.

“Julius,” she greeted cordially. “I suppose Master Raymond told you about the hidden study?”

He rubbed the back of his head.

“Well, not really. I asked him where I could find you. That’s when he told me about the study.”

She hummed in response. So, he was thinking about her.

“Good. Would you like a cup of tea while you tell me how the banquet went?” She asked politely as she patted the sofa next to her.

“No, no, no,” he shook his head as he strode to where she sat. “You are going to answer my questions.” He plopped down next to her a respectable distance away but still too close. She expected him to sit on the other end of the sofa, not directly next to her. She calmed herself as she served him tea.

“First of all, why are you wearing that?” Julius asked, pointing in the general direction of her face. Aika turned to him curiously as she handed him the tea.

“The wha—Oh.” Right, she was wearing a silk blindfold. Sometimes her eyes hurt and become sensitive to light because she had them open for too long. She used Mana Zone often and completely forgot. She couldn’t properly work in this state but it did allow her to organize her thoughts and meditate.

“My eyes hurt,” she answered simply. 

“But you are moving like you can see…” he murmured to himself. “Are you using Mana Zone? I heard that most blind people are quite adept at using it to do their day-to-day tasks.”

Oh, Aika knew that very well. She was blind for a year when she was around 20 and had practically used Mana Zone every waking moment. Due to the ritual she did that made her blind, she had also gained a weak form of clairvoyance, so she could still perceive things around her as if it were normal when she combined it with Mana Zone. The only downsides were that she couldn’t see color.

“Yes,” she answered, wincing internally at the cold tone. While she wanted to keep him at an arm’s length, she didn’t want to seem rude.

“I see, I see,” he nodded to himself, thankfully unfazed. “Tell me more about your company!”

“Well,” she began as she crossed her legs and slipped off her blindfold.

When Aika turned to him, his breath caught. In the dim firelight of the study, her eyes still seemed to glow on their own. His vision seemed to grow sharper and he could count every speck in her eye. He felt his mouth go dry. Oh, there was nothing Julius wanted more than to be held by her again.

She regarded him with a puzzled expression.

“Are you alright?”

“Y-Yes, Aika. I’m fine.” He looked away as he took a rejuvenating sip of tea.

“Okay, so, I started my company as a means to gather intelligence and sell it. We have agents called Eyes & Ears and they basically gather vital information about any and everything and a lot of times it includes spy work. So we also do private investigations and some mercenary work. But that seemed too limiting, so I expanded my horizons into research and education. My R&D department creates magic items and medical practices that would support their local communities and every few years, they collaborate on department-wide projects that are for the benefit of all.” Aika smiled, amused at the way he hung on to her every word.

“We have intensive job training programs of all kinds and we even started a healthcare program a few years ago for our employees but my biggest project right now is to actually make that sort of healthcare public because it's very affordable and our employees have been a big fan of it. But it’s hard because of different countries' laws so I have to go make a lot of appeals with certain Kings and Queens.”

He leaned forward, genuinely interested.

“How do you keep it affordable? Is there a way you could implement that kind of healthcare here in the forsaken realm?”

“Well, we have an exploration department that has multiple guilds across the world in countries where dungeon-diving by private citizens is allowed and taxes are relatively forgiving. This is where we sometimes get most of our revenue. But of course, we also have investors—Arthur is one—and so we try to provide the best services to both our employees and clients.” She touched her chin thoughtfully. “Well, we could institute our kind of hospitals but Clover Kingdom isn’t lacking in healing mages. We mainly use medical practices and technology because the areas we are targeting are places with weak or no magic and have no way to afford or access.”

“So, perhaps we should rearrange the concentration of healing mages in the common and noble realm then.”

“Yeah, well, healing mages are quite rare even in a magic-rich country like Clover Kingdom. It’s also a big problem that everyone here are magic dependent. This kingdom is quite behind on technology, innovation, medical practices and knowledge compared to the rest of the world. And to top it all off, Clover Kingdom maintains no foreign relations outside of the continent so there is no flow of information in. We would have to educate a lot of people in potion-making and using magical items and mundane tools to heal or treat ailments but like I said, Clover Kingdom is behind on education,” Aika ranted as she frowned. She caught the intrigued look on Julius’s face and pressed a gloved hand to her forehead as she apologized.

“Sorry, I meant no offense—”

“No, no, I’m not offended at all,” He said, waving her off. “I’ve simply never considered that point of view.” He gave her a wry smile. “And what you do seems really cool. Though, it sounds like a lot of work.”

She smiled faintly as she set her cup down and leaned her head back against the sofa. She needed to calm down and stop.

“It is, but I have a lot of time on my hands.”

Julius snorted.

“I’m sure you do,” he retorted softly as mirrored her and rested his head right next to hers.

“It’s fulfilling work too,” she said lowly. He hummed in response.

“Master Raymond told me you used to use this study as your office space but now you’re leaving,” he remarked as he looked around.

“Uncle Ray isn’t the studious type but I could tell you are. You would certainly want to use this space.”

“I would,” he admitted, turning his head to face her. “but you don’t have to leave.”

Aika peered at him from the corner of her eye.

“We could both use this space, Aika.”

“Julius…”

“You have really good advice and a different perspective that could be helpful in the future. I’d like to keep you close.”

“You already have an actual advisor. I’m just a consultant.” 

“Marx? He sees my vision, he understands it but he is a conformist, you are not.”

“Julius,” she began as she sat up. “I’m really flattered but I cannot move as freely around the castle anymore. No one here knows I exist.” And if he insisted on spending some time around her everyday, it could be disastrous.

“What do you mean?”

“My Amulet of Ignorance broke during battle and I like to be private. No one in this castle knows me and even if they did, they forgot.”

“You had an Amulet of Ignorance? Those are pretty rare!” Julius exclaimed, his eyes blown wide. She paused when she caught his gaze. Even though violet was a common color for eyes, she realized that his were the most beautiful ones she had ever seen. She realized she wanted a repeat of earlier today when he leaned into her touch and his lashes fanned his cheeks as he sighed with a serene smile.

“I know, and really expensive too.” Aika stood up abruptly and walked to the long desk facing the windows. She caught the purple light of the Wisteria trees sifting through the window panes and focused on clearing her mind. The more she looked at him, listened to him, the more painful it was. Because she wanted to be near him more than anything, but she couldn’t.

She needed to get out.

“It’s the terrifying ordeal of being known.” He laid an arm on her shoulder and she stiffened instinctively. His touch both burned and soothed her. “I completely understand, but don’t you think it’s time to step into the light and get credit for what you do? Like that spell you did on the battlefield?”

“No,” Aika asserted cooly as she shrugged his hand off. “I’m not looking for credit or glory.” 

Once upon a time, she sought glory, but it only left her shoulders heavy with medals and her chest hollow. She was tempted to let the scars stay too as a reminder that glory is empty but she decided to be kinder on herself so she could move on.

If someone gave her credit, great. If not, that’s also fine.

“But don’t you get tired of hiding?”

Yes, but if she had to deal with people more, that would be dangerous for everyone. It was better to be ignored and forgotten than to turn people into hateful creatures.

“What do you mean ‘turn people into hateful creatures?’” Julius asked curiously, he voice steeped in concern.

Aika whipped around. Did she seriously say that out loud? No. He was using Truth Magic. How dare he?

“You should know better than to use Truth Magic when you are trying to have a genuine conversation, Julius .” She stated deliberately, her mana rising around her.

“It’s hard to have a genuine conversation when the other person insists on hiding,” he retorted swiftly as his face turned to ice, masking his surprise at how she had caught on.

She snapped.

“It’s because I don’t want to publicize the fact that I exude so much negative mana that it turns people evil, okay?!” 

She pushed past him.

“Please.” Julius caught her by her forearms and swiveled her around to face him. The words caught in his throat at the sheer vulnerability on her face. “Please, I don’t want to ruin you,” she breathed, her voice cracking. Aika clenched her jaw as she held her tears at bay. “You are so good,” she lifted her gaze to meet his’. “So pure.”

Her words sent shivers up his spine as he carefully regarded her. Did she somehow know? No, that can't be, or she would have never insisted on maintaining distance.  Weg magic doesn’t affect him. That was the plain and simple truth. It was why he was so curious about it in the first place. He knew why it doesn’t affect him, but the world didn’t need to know.

Julius watched the way her lower lip trembled, eyes glassy with unshed tears and yearning as plain as day.

He needed to reassure her while keeping his secret.

“You think so little of me that I would be affected by it?” He murmured with a light tone.

“You think so little of my knowledge of my own condition that I wouldn’t know who it affects and who it doesn’t?” Aika snapped weakly. “Strength does not matter. It only doesn’t affect other forbidden magic users and certain species of non-humans.”

Non-humans. The words kept ringing in his head. 

Non-human. Non-human. Not-human.

“Your mother died so your half-breed arse could live!” His drunken father screamed as a glass shattered next to his head, shards pricking his scalp and cheek. 

“Don’t ever dare insinuate that your mother never loved you,” his voice came in a dangerous whisper. “You disgusting little N—”

 “Julius?”

He blinked quickly as he sought his bearings. His hands were clenching on her arms so tightly, he was sure Aika was in pain. He could feel sweat rolling down his cheeks. Or was it tears?

“Sorry,” he murmured as he blinked again, this time clearing his head.

No, he was human. And he was going to save all the humans in Clover Kingdom and bring them peace.

He rubbed her arms lightly as he healed her and slid his hands up to her shoulders.

“It won’t affect me,” Julius said plainly as his lips quirked up into a hesitant smile.

She looked at him dubiously. She just said that only— Oh. Is that how it is?  

“Why?” she asked as she sniffled, not expecting the truth.

“It’s simply the nature of my magic,” he answered vaguely. 

That could mean either thing but he could simply be saying that just because. Why does he keep on insisting? She was really not playing hard to get.

“Julius, that isn’t going to convince me. It has real effects. Why are you trying so hard when I am pushing you away?”

His eyes softened as he smiled in amusement.

“Is it so hard to believe that I might like you?”

“Yes?” She asked as if it was obvious. “I was literally rude to you on so many occasions.”

“I’m used to prickly characters.” He rebuffed with a wink.

Her shoulders relaxed slightly as she let out an embarrassing snort. She hung her head to hide the growing smile on her face.

“That doesn’t mean you should tolerate it,” Aika murmured half-heartedly. 

Julius laughed.

“Maybe not,” he murmured as he pulled her into a hug. Her face pressed up against the fur of his cape, tickling her nose as her hands hovered hesitantly around his waist. 

“But I’m very patient.”

After a moment of deliberation, she wrapped her arms around him and nestled into his chest. She will allow herself this one moment. 

Julius made a noise of contentment at the back of his throat as he pressed his cheek to her hair.

“Does this mean you’ll give me a chance?” he asked hopefully.

Aika pulled back and looked up at him with a deadpan look.

“No, there is still a lot you don’t know about me.”

“But, I want to learn—”

She shook her head and looked away.

“You don’t understand. The reason why I’m not convinced is because—” Should she even tell him? It might be a little too much. It was the reason why she was so scared and cautious about the effects her magic has on people.

“Because what?”

Ah, screw it.

“Because after Holly spent a week with me, she clawed Arthur’s face off and tore off my right arm,” she whispered under her breath.

“What? ” So that was the reason why she was so apprehensive. That...was actually understandable.

“She got irritable after 3 days and her behaviour kept escalating until she was outright hostile...She doesn’t remember of course. We had her memory erased after we restrained her,” Aika explained as stepped away from him, exhaustion sufusing through her. But Julius stopped her and took her gloved hands in his.

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” he spoke softly as he squeezed her hand. What happened to her was horrible. “You don’t have to keep away from people, least of all me.” He straightened his shoulders, his eyes determined. “I am telling you with utmost confidence that it won’t affect me.”

One part of her was tempted to refuse anyway but his insistence made her curious. Is it bullheaded confidence or was he truly something else like Arthur pointed out or was his interest in weg magic not so innocent after all?

As she weighed the pros and cons, the more curious she got. Aika really wanted to know what the deal with Julius was, and if worst comes to worst, well, Karl Francois was an expert memory mage. She could erase her existence and it will be like this all never happened.

“Fine.”

Julius lit up at her response.

“I will give you one month time to prove that it truly won’t affect you.”

One month was a reasonable enough time for them to notice any effects. He most likely won’t spend all his time with her like Holly did and he will probably use mana skin to protect himself. And only then will she think about it.

“Thank you!” He exclaimed before he engulfed her into another hug. She could feel the relief coursing through him as he smiled into the crook of her neck. She shivered at the feel of his lips and nose and the way his lashes fluttered against her pulse.

Julius gently cradled her face as he pulled back and Aika melted in his hold despite herself. She could allow herself to be if he truly didn’t turn on her. He brushed her cheek with his thumb, making her look up at him. His eyes were like the darkest part of the sunset where the stars shone and the birds flew. She wanted him to keep looking at her like that. 

He angled his face as he slowly closed his eyes and Aika was mesmerized yet conflicted.

She wouldn’t be able to stop if his lips touched hers.

“Julius, stop,” she wanted to say but the words were stuck in her throat. She could feel herself giving into the feeling, the falling sensation as it swept through her. His touch burned with something she couldn’t describe but it set her free. Clarity flooded her senses, washing away her fatigue. Perhaps it was time to seek the light again.

Aika, no, stop, wait, wait, wait.

“Miss Aika!” Jayce crowed as the double doors from the main hallway to the study flew open. “We found a five-leaf grim—” Ellie, Evan and Jayce took three steps into the room before they halted to a stop at the scene in front of them.

The Wizard King and their boss, pressed up against each other, hair's-breadth away from a kiss.

Jayce slapped a hand over his mouth.

Ellie grabbed onto his and Evan’s collar as they scrambled backwards. She quickly shut the door as she threw an apologetic look at Aika’s burning face who disentangled herself from the king’s arms.

The room echoed with a bang and silence followed. 

Julius burst out laughing as he rubbed the back of his head.

“That was embarrassing!”

“Very,” Aika groaned into her hands. He took her hands once again and pulled her close. “You should go finish your paperwork. I have to talk to them about their mission,” she sighed as Julius placed kisses on her knuckles. She withdrew her hands as she took a step back, her heart twinging at the hurt glimmering in his eyes once again.

“I’d like for us to be friends in the meantime.”

“Do you truly like me?” Julius asked suddenly. Aika was taken aback by that.

“What do you mean? Of course I do.”

“Because, like you said, are you keeping your distance because you are trying to let me down slowly?”

Anger shot up her spine. In a second, she was a hair’s-breadth away once again, face cocked to the side. Julius parted his lips, half-surprised, half-expectant but she only stayed agonizingly close.

“Are you insinuating that I am lying to you about my reasons?” Her voice came lowly.

“No, but—”

“Good, so as long as we can conclusively say that I can’t affect you, I will keep my distance.” He blushed at her heated look. “Because even I cannot resist temptation itself.”

Julius took a stuttered breath as he stepped back this time. Oh, god.

“Understood.” He cleared his throat as Aika suppressed a smile. “I will, ah,” he motioned vaguely at the door behind him. “Go do my paperwork.”

As if.

He walked away to the door and looked back one last time. She had her arms crossed as she worried her lower lip.

“Goodnight.” She waved with a reassuring smile. He echoed her as the corner of his lip quirked up. 

He could be patient.

The door clicked shut and the world grew quiet in Aika's head for one still moment...Before adrenaline rushed through her veins, buckling her knees and knocking the air out of her.

Holy shit.

That interaction had taken more out of her than anything. It’s been years since she had any complex, romantic interactions and god, the yearning was exhausting.

Aika stumbled over to the cold tea on the low table in front of the sofas and picked up the cup as she took deep, slow breaths. She waved her hand over it and rewound time to make it warmer. She took a big sip as her heart finally began to calm down. She silently padded over to the main doors and swiftly pired one open. 

Surprisingly enough, the three were not listening in. They were instead gathered in a small circle, talking in low voices.

“This bird had some nerve yanking my hair,” Ellie growled.

“What’s going on?”

Evan and Jayce moved out of the way when they heard Aika, revealing a little anti-bird with an impossibly bored expression resting on Ellie’s cupped hand. She raised a brow at that. The three of them are fairly powerful mages, with Ellie and Jayce being stage 2 while Evan was an arcane stage. So, why was an anti-bird so comfortable in their presence?

“This anti-bird kept following us from Hage, miss,” Jayce groused as he poked it on its head. She walked closer so she could inspect it. She reached out a hand but it evaded her as it flew up and perched on Evan’s head.

“You are weakened but you still have more mana than us?” Ellie asked incredulously.

Aika shook her head and waved them in. She settled back down on the couch as she crossed her legs imperiously. She watched in mild amusement while they carefully inspected the room like the Wizard King was going to pop out from somewhere. She stared down Jayce as he held back a blush, no doubt about the scene earlier, but he shook his head, reassuring her that he wouldn’t say anything. But, she knew that they would thoroughly interrogate her after they were done.

They soon lined up in front of her, backs straight and eyes sharp as they pressed a hand over their hearts and bowed low in a salute as protocol required before they could report to her. While she understood the need for ceremony, they were personally close to her so she had asked them to skip it in the past, but they insisted anyway, saying that it made them feel more like grown-ups.

Ellie was the first to speak up.

“We spent some time inspecting the abandoned cottage like you asked us to.”

“And we have some good news, strange news, and stranger news,” Jayce continued after her.

Aika threw back the last sip of tea and stared at the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup as she half-heartedly attempted to divine from them.

“What is the good news?”

“The good news is that Master Raymond and Lady Lydia had successfully moved into your home without any issues, though they did talk of maybe doing renovations.”

“Good.” She set her cup down with a ‘clink.’ “The strange news?” She breathed out as she reclined, resting her temple against the palm of her hand while she leaned on her elbow.

“Master Raymond wanted us to give you a letter from one Arian Silva, which is supposedly an invitation to tea tomorrow if your schedule allows it.”

Jayce handed her a wax-sealed letter. She noted that the seal was red, meaning that it was a formal letter, which was just the usual.

Aika flicked the seal open and skimmed the letter. It was indeed an invitation to tea and he simply wanted to speak to her about that day on the battlefield. 

Yes, quite simple. She thought as a headache began to grow.

“And the stranger news?” She asked, her eyes still wearily glued to the paper in her hand. She looked up curiously when no one said anything.

The anti-bird on Evan’s head seemed to glare daggers at her as he sifted through his cloak. He whipped out a small potato sack and emptied out its contents onto the table between them.

It was a musty, decrepit-looking grimoire, dark in color with no discernable symbol on the cover. She picked it up and immediately felt something off about it.

“We investigated the abandoned cottage and we believe it may be at most 5 years since anyone had occupied it and you were right, there were traces of a lot of forbidden magic,” Evan confirmed.

Aika wiped the cover where she knew a symbol would be and her jaw nearly dropped at the abnormal clover formation.

“We believe we found a five-leafed grimoire.”

Notes:  

- Yes, I think I'm funny naming Marx's older brother "Karl" LMAOOOO His name was actually supposed to be "Anwir" so make what you will of it👀 - That lil tidbit of Aika being blind for a year and being sensitive to light is important to remember👀

- That is sweat rolling down his cheeks lmaooo I’m not going to make him cry(yet) - Homegirl manifested a whole intervention LMAOOOOO - Nero doesn't avoid Aika bc she has any mana, no, she's avoiding Aika bc she can feel the forbidden magic coming off of her and knows that Aika will find out Nero is human the moment she touches her.

#julius novachrono #oc: aika tolliver #marx francois #julius novachrono x oc #julius novachrono x reader #black clover #bc oc #black clover oc #black clover fanfiction #demons run #demons run chapter 9 #demons run fic stuff

[purplecarseat]

So this isn’t even remotely art related, but I couldn’t sleep last night because I got so irrationally angry (again) that Superman looks like a regular human.

This bugs me now and then, because speculative xenobiology and starfish aliens and evolution are really cool! And maybe looking for plausible aliens in a superhero comic is a bit of a stretch. I’m not overly familiar with the lore of the Superman comics (I’ve only seen the films + some of Smallville) but I’ve looked into this before and have never come up with a satisfying explanation for why Kryptonians look just like us. Like, Star Trek at least made some vague effort to explain why all the aliens are humanoid beyond “the actors were humans.”

So I decided that instead of sleeping I should put some real thought into this. Why WOULD Clark Kent look like your typical Kansas farm boy but really tall and muscly? I perhaps have one explanation. (Full disclosure, whatever lore does exist about space and aliens and kryptonians in the comics, I’ve kinda chucked it all out here. Sorry.)

So Kryptonians are a kind of intergalactic parasite, sort of like cuckoo birds that lay their eggs in another species’ nest, and the cuckoo chick hatches out and starves all the other chicks. They aren't an inherently sentient species, nor are they necessarily "animals", but rather spores that travel across the galaxy and if they hit a planet with life on it, they'll mimic it, grow stronger than it, take the whole planet over, assimilate any useful genetic information, send out spores and repeat.

Whatever galactic federation exists is obviously not thrilled about this, because you could easily lose a whole planet to a kryptonian infection, and many unique planets and ecosystems have been utterly devastated by them. And what if a planet with a sentient species on it is infected? What if that species is mimicked? An intelligent kryptonian is just too frightening to think of. So they have been systematically destroying any infected planet they come across to try to stop the spread.

Returning to canon: planet “krypton” is destroyed, the solitary surviving spore shoots off into space, lands on earth, there’s a big meteor shower, all that good stuff. Dear old Ma and Pa Kent see a something fall near their house and go check it out.

“Oh boy, a creepy shapeless vague white something!” So obviously they touch it, some genetic technobabble and vague sci-fi explanation later and “wait actually it is a human baby let’s keep it” (Probably some kinda hand wavey mental manipulation thing going on here so they forget about the spore, not gonna lie)

But anyway. Humans: mimicked. Baby Clark: adopted.

Canon continues as normal, lil Clark gets all those powers (genetic callbacks to previous planets his “strain” have take over, assimilated by each kryptonian infection to make the species stronger) and gets into superheroics. The difference: as soon as space gets wind of a kryptonian on earth (whether or not they consider earth to harbour a sentient species) they all wanna destroy it, so Superman really has his work cut out for him stopping all these damn alien invasions - until he manages to have a conversation with some of the “invaders” and learns the whole story (this Clark never got a nice lil “some writing/language/element not from earth” thing to clue his parents into the whole... not-from-earth thing). Cue mandatory heroic blue screen of death, until Clark decides “screw this I’m protecting this planet anyway so please stop trying to blow it up” because he was raised to be a good person damnit and good people don’t take over planets just because biology said so.

You could even have a villain be another sentient kryptonian (with an entirely different power set because they came from a different “strain”) who didn’t get that Kansas upbringing/is pretty mad at their treatment by the rest of space/just wants to destroy planets, because that nature v nurture thing is always fun to explore.

Also kryptonite is the kryptonian equivalent of bug spray or antibiotics. Made by some space scientists back when they were trying to kill infections instead of destroying entire planets.

#i wrote this instead of sleeping #superman #clark kent #speculative biology #aliens #someone please write a story with this because I’m not gonna

[impassiveesper]

[ On auras, and spirits, the ways in which espers see/interact with the world, and a much babier Shigeo ]

Shigeo awakened as an esper at an extremely young age and so he had an awareness of auras and spirits long before he was able to use his powers reliably.  It’s possible he could even see them before he had begun to manipulate the material world in ways his parents would notice. In other words he was sayin’ weird shit before anybody clocked him as a psychic.

As a very young child Shigeo had a habit of describing people using colors, emotions, or otherwise indicating the behavior of their aura instead of their physical features. It made sense to him, after all. A persons aura is probably the most obvious thing about them at first glance. As you might expect, young Shigeo had his fair share of frustration and tantrums regarding differences in perception—adults consistently asking him to use more correct words or to stop being silly while he petulantly stamped his feet insisted upon what to him was obvious.

[ On Auras ]

Auras are highly individual. Qualities like color, behavior, and intensity will vary from person to person and shift along with their mood. Every living thing has an aura, and so do spirits of the dead and the occasional haunted inanimate object. Broadly speaking, it is usually fairly easy to distinguish broad categories of things from one another based on aura, and seasoned espers will be able to identify types of spirits and people from long distances based solely on their aura.

The auras of espers are relatively easy to distinguish from non-espers due to an esper’s heightened power and control over their own aura. Non-espers and people with low psychic potential tend to have much smaller, vaguer auras and they have almost no conscious control over its behavior. Espers have varying levels of control over their own auras and most are able to spread / recede their own in order to gather information about what’s nearby or blend in with the crowd. An esper who is using a psychic ability sticks out like a sore thumb.

There is a certain etiquette surrounding auras as well.  Generally speaking it’s pretty impolite to have your aura all up in somebody else’s business, even between espers who are friendly with one another. If you clock what feels like your friend across town, you might send a shy little tendril of energy over there to politely announce that you’ve noticed them. You might even do this little poke more than once if you’re feeling persistent and want their attention, but for you to have your aura up that person’s ass in any meaningful quantity all day feels both annoying and vaguely threatening. Like, what are you being so nosy for? You’re invading my privacy. Am I in danger of attack from you? Mind your business.

The one exception to that rule might be moments of intimacy, opening up to somebody, or any other moment where privacy is explicitly going out the window. It’s pretty exclusive to people you’re right next to and people you have a lot of trust with.  If you’re already up in somebody’s business and you’re already friendly with them, your auras are gonna do a certain amount of touching and sliding around one another anyway, that’s completely natural among close friends and loved ones. If you’re with a stranger or new person you reel that shit in as close you possibly can and make contact only politely.

[ On Spirits and Spirituality ]

Leaving your body is a very depersonalizing experience that can cause you to lose your sense of self and forget what it was your goals were. For this reason, it’s a particularly dangerous thing for an esper to do and something many don’t bother learning/trying to do.  This same rule also applies to spirits who have died and who have no body to return to.  It takes a particular amount of power and hard work for spirits of the deceased to keep remembering who they were in life, and many don’t have the means or the will to keep that up for long. Typically spirits end up forgetting the details of their lives more and more over time until all that remains is whatever their core motivation keeping them on Earth is.  Many spirits don’t even know their own names and instead take on new names.

To an outside observer Shigeo appears to be religious at best and kind of weird at worst.  Having no other espers to teach him in his early childhood, Shigeo did not always know how to tell the difference between spirits and living things. Most of what Shigeo knows about spirits and the world he sees comes from having pieced it together himself.  He grew up treating spirits the same as he might treat a living person for most of his early life, often not realizing that he wasn’t dealing with a living person.  

Generally speaking Shigeo treats most spirits he runs into with respect, often bowing to them like people and talking with them even if they don’t answer him. Shigeo also tends to carry little things--food, flowers, trinkets, etc--so that he is always able to to leave an offering, especially for spirits he sees often or who seem bound to one place. At the risk of seeming a little rude or a little strange, Shigeo might forego traditions when he feels he knows what a spirit is like or what it wants. Some of his offerings may seem unusual to onlookers and he may temporarily ignore memorial tablets that are unoccupied to prioritize one that actually has a spirit attached.

Having seen spirits haunting homes, buildings, objects, etc since he was tiny, he doesn’t find it strange to see spirits in places that living people think of as safe or private, and he doesn’t feel particularly uncomfortable with their presence in those spaces even if the space is his own. As long as a spirit seems peaceful, he doesn’t really mind them watching him and doesn’t really concern himself too much with what they’re up to. Of course, Shigeo learned pretty early in life that if somebody is haunting a bedroom or something a relative picked up at the thrift store, it’s better to either exorcise the spirit or never mention it to family. Most spirits avoid espers, so things are pretty peaceful at home, but the Kageyama household had many sleepless nights over this sort of thing around a decade ago.

Finally, I tend to think that espers have a variety of opinions on spirits, and Shigeo is on the very radical end of accommodating for them.  Most espers insist upon more boundaries for spirits and will perform more exorcisms without any particular interest in what a spirit is like or what it wants. They don’t belong on earth, after all. That’s the opinion of most, and objectively speaking there is no clear right or wrong way of behaving when it comes to dealing with spirits. It tends to come down to personal opinion. I’ve honestly always hc’d that Shigeo has very good relationships with certain location-bound spirits who absolutely fucking hate Teruki, and Teruki is shocked to watch Shigeo bow and leave things for what he considered to be highly hostile spirits. After becoming friends with Shigeo, Teruki ended up watching and slowly adopting a lot of his manners surrounding spirits and ultimately saw better results with ones who weren’t hostile.

There’s probably other stuff but I can’t think of any more right now. If you have questions about headcanons pls ask I have headcanons for days.

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#[Worldbuilding] #[Headcanon] #[ooc] #infodump; nobody asked but here u go #long post

[roswelldetails]

RNM 2x13 - Mr. Jones

EPISODE SUMMARY:

SEASON FINALE — Having realized that a deadly threat has infiltrated CrashCon, the busiest event of the year, Liz (Jeanine Mason) realizes that she can’t save everyone she loves — and with Max (Nathan Dean) facing immediate danger, she and Isobel must make a heart-wrenching choice. Meanwhile, Michael (Michael Vlamis) finds himself caught up in the conflict between Jesse (Trevor St. John) and Alex (Tyler Blackburn) once again, even as Maria’s (Heather Hemmens) life hangs in the balance elsewhere, and Kyle (Michael Trevino) faces a moral dilemma when the enemy requires medical attention. Jeffrey Hunt directed the episode written by Christopher Hollier & Carina Adly MacKenzie (#213). Original airdate 6/15/2020.

DETAILS:

The episode opens with Isobel trying to hold back the fire. They don't actually show Rosa convincing Liz to go stop the explosion. But she runs up to Isobel and explains her science:

"I have to activate the ingredients first, but once I introduce my solution to the system it should kill the cellular matrix."

Liz literally squirts the console with her "solution".

Rosa is doing CPR on Max and praying. Max wakes up just as Kyle runs up.  Immediately Max directs Kyle to Flint instead of himself. It's interesting. When Max previously killed with his hand, in 1x06, he instantly knew that he killed the drifter. This time he wasn't sure (and he didn't. We eventually learn). Rosa and Kyle take Flint to the hospital.

Meanwhile Helena is saving Charlie's life.  

"Jesse Manes was the only one supposed to get hurt."

Which is...not what happened.  Jesse, Flint, Max, Maria...even Liz got hurt.  She burned her hand on the console.

Maria is being rolled into the hospital. She got there really really fast. Cam is by her side.

Liz is still squirting her solution onto the console. It turns red.  Liz asks Isobel to get people away but Isobel refuses to leave Liz alone.

Jesse, Greg, Michael, and Alex are still mid-standoff.

"Gregory, listen. You and I have had our differences in the past, but you should stand with me now."

"You're not well, Dad."

Jesse hits Gregory with the atomizer and appears to knock him out. He tries to shoot Michael, but Alex tackles him.

"Guerin, get the atomizer! Get it away from my brother!"

"Alex, I can't."

Jesse gets the upper hand in the fistfight with Alex and steals Alex's gun. Turns to shoot Michael again.

Liz makes more solution and squirts more of it on the console.  This time it starts to crack. Isobel pulls Liz to safety and the console shrivels and dies.

The dying console just doesn't work as well in still form, so @maxortecho giffed it for me! Thank you!! 😘

Max runs up to them.

"You disabled it. You saved everyone."

"Is Flint dead? Did you kill him?"

He looks at Liz with some heavy heart eyes for her being the hero. She looks at him with fear.

Back to the Maneses and Michael. Jesse has a gun on Michael. Michael has the atomizer.

"Drop it, Guerin. Drop it!"

There's a gunshot. Jesse Manes falls and Michael has blood on his face.  Gregory shot Jesse from behind.

"I should have defended you from him a long time ago."

"There are no more Manes men left."

Jesse dies.

Indeterminant time jump.  Liz is late for work.

"Sorry, Javi.  I just...I haven't really been sleeping."

"You've said that every day since CrashCon. You still having nightmares? …Did you read the papers this morning."

"Oh, I've kind of been trying to avoid the papers."

"Did you hear about that veteran who died at the carnival? They're going to have a parade, build a statue. Did you know he was disabled?"

Customers at the counter are discussing CrashCon:

"The CrashCon discourse is saying aliens invaded and killed the guy."

"That should be good for tourism."

"Newspaper said it was smoke inhalation though."

"He was making sure all the kids got out safely and the smoke overwhelmed him."

"We need more people like him."

Soooo much to unpack here.  And most of it is addressed by Helena and Rosa's exchange at the end of the episode. But the big question to me is… who is spreading the rumors and covering this up? Is it Flint? Is he even well enough to take the lead on that? Is it someone else with Project Shepherd that we haven't met? The mayor? I mean, Jesse was shot! There was a lot of blood! Plus, remember what happened in 1x11 and 1x12: it's a small town. People notice gunshots. 

Liz goes to take a table's order and, surprise! It's Diego. Who had gone back to Denver after CrashCon. He brought Dr. Margot Meyerson to Roswell to meet Liz.

Michael is visiting Maria at the hospital:

"What are you doing?"

"Oh they cut your bracelet off during surgery. How are you? You look better."

"Liz has been dropping by every day to inject me with witch serum."

"Ooh the synthetic nucleotide excision repair genomogenate? We're lucky you're only part alien, otherwise there wouldn't have been enough left of you for her to save."

"Listen, do you think you could use your telekinesis to open this box? Mimi left it when she visited. It's a family heirloom, but she forgot the key."

"Mimi hasn't exactly been leading you in the right direction lately. Her psychic visions led you toward a bomb instead of away from it. Seeing you like that -- all sick and pale and quiet -- I started praying."

Max and Isobel are at Max's house. Isobel is studying the photos of the console and alien symbols.

"I wish I understood why Louise and Nora would spend a year building an alien weapon of mass destruction."

"I don't think it was a bomb. I think it's a communication device. It's like a remote, you know, it just happens to be combustible."

"Are you mad at me, Max? Did I do something wrong? Is it that we're not related, or are you upset about the abortion? Because I…"

"Whoa, hey, God no."

"Because you're not talking to me."

"You're not the only one.  I didn't want everyone to worry, you know, 'cause I've been taking some of Liz's antidote. And things are coming back to me. Little flashes, sort of, mostly. Like vague memories."

"Michael said that you kind of zoned out when you touched that alien bomb...remote thing. Did it trigger a memory?"

"When I touched the console, I heard whispers that I could almost understand. All right, it's like the same with those symbols. I mean it's like their meaning is just beyond reach. Except for one word. I took this from Graham Green's display at CrashCon. See that? It's an aerial photo of some crop circles from Roswell in 1948. This farm belonged to a guy called Jones. Pretty sure it says savior... This is my name. Maybe that means you and Michael's parents weren't the only ones that survived the crash. Right, maybe I had a family too. You know, maybe my mom was just across town."

"Max. I really wish that you could just focus on the present. You know, I mean, as a recently deceased man, I really feel like you should be enjoying the simple pleasures in life, you know, like reading nerdy books, the smell of leather, and that feeling when you wake up before your alarm and the person you love is still asleep and they're kind of snoring a little bit. It's like the best thing that ever happened to you. Stuff like that."

"I want all those things too.  But I feel like if I only know half of myself, I'm only half living. And I know you understand that, Iz, because I've watched you this year become your entire self. And it is so beautiful. Okay, I am not at all mad at you. Are you kidding me? I am so proud of you. I am so proud that you're my sister."

Michael and Alex in the shed. For all that the shed is such a key location in this show's canon this is the first time we've seen it since 1x06.

"Maria made me bring food over.  I gave it to Gregory.  Seems to be holding up okay."

"Everything my family touches turns to crap. My dad used to talk about how my Grandpa Harlan built this she'd with his bare hands when he was, like, seventy.  For a long time it was my safest space. And the one night my dad destroyed it."

"You're right. This place sucks."

Michael and Alex start destroying the shed. In the next scene Michael breaks a floorboard revealing a skeleton. The skeleton is wearing dog tags, so Alex grabs them. In his shirt pocket Michael spots and grabs the key to Maria's box.  The tags say Eugene Manes III.  So this is Tripp's body. Which confirms for Alex that his grandfather killed Tripp.

Max and Liz are walking in the plaza.

"I don't understand the violence, Max. Flint could have had brain damage given how long he wasn't breathing. You risked your life to hurt him and he had already thrown the weapon away, Max, so why? I can't get that image out of my head.  You trying to kill Alex's brother."

"I know. I snapped. Last year Noah told me that we were energized by killing and not by healing. Even then I knew he was right.  I… Obviously I can usually fight that, but I guess this time my better angels just didn't show up."

"We have to stop keeping secrets from each other, Max. There's a scientist in town.  She's a supervisor at Genoryx.  She has a job for me in California. She's offered to sponsor my dad's citizenship. And it could put me in a position to help Rosa too. I mean, I'd be able to do a lot of good with the grant money they're offering, and I know that all sounds too good to be true, but…"

"It sounds like someone finally realizes how valuable your mind is."

"I think that a change of scenery will be so good for us. I mean, we could get a place by the beach and you could write."

"You want me to come with you?"

"Of course I do."

"Well, I mean, I just told you I have this killer instinct, and you want me to come to California with you."

"We'll figure it out. Okay? We'll figure all of it out together. Run away with me, Max Evans?"

"Anywhere."

Max goes to see Cam at work. She picks on him for getting arrested and has his mugshot as her desktop background because friends!

Max asks about Charlie.

"Yeah she texted me from a burner phone that she was all right and then she vanished again."

Max tells her that he has a doctor's appointment and then asks her to do some undercover work for him.

Michael visiting Maria at the hospital.

"So Alex thinks Harlan found out that Tripp was an alien sympathizer all that time and he offed him."

"So Mimi must have known that you would find it. That's why she left the box. Look, I know you don't trust my mom's visions, but I was the only one who could grab that atomizer and run with it. If it had been you, you'd be dead."

Maria takes off the bracelet.

"What are you doing? Maria, that prevents brain damage."

"I'm only part alien, but it is a part of me. Even if it's dangerous I can't just turn off a piece of myself."

"So I'm supposed to sit around helpless as you fade away? Maria, I cannot watch you disappear. I love you."

"I love you too."

"So can we just let this go?"

"You have it wrong. Mimi hasn't disappeared. Yes she can be inconvenient, she can make people uncomfortable, but maybe she's supposed to be an uncomfortable inconvenience that saves lives. And now I need to be inconvenient, and I don't want to be someone that hurts you. I think that we should find out what's next, apart from each other."

"Wait, so you think that if we break up, I'm gonna be able to stop caring about you?"

"I learned so much, being with you. You sacrificed yourself without hesitation when Alex needed you."

"I would have done the same for you."

"I know. I don't doubt your capacity for love, 'cause you made me so happy this year. And I loved being someone that made you happy. I just think that we should leave it be, before I wonder if someone else could make you happier. Open the box, Guerin. Let's see what comes next.

Skip forward to the Crashdown where Michael has the box in a booth with Alex and Isobel. He opens the box and pulled out a journal, which they in turn read aloud.

I did a separate post on the journal's content and the Tripp and Nora flashbacks here:

Kyle visits Steph in the hospital

"What do you think will happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"When I die, idiot."

"You know, Socrates thought that death was a blessing, because only one of two things could happen. Either consciousness ceases, and it's like falling into a dreamless sleep. Or you go to where all who have died before you have gone. Your loved ones, people you admire. If you lived a good and just life, you will be surrounded by goodness and justice, in a place without fear. Sorry.  I thought a lot about this when my dad passed, so I…"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I'm putting you through this again."

"No...I want to be here."

Liz interrupts them. She clearly wasn't expecting Kyle to be there and comments on Max's appointment.  Kyle gets up to leave.

Diego and Margot are talking in the Wild Pony:

"I was very impressed with her work when we first pursued her, but when I met her today, not so much."

"Why? 'Cause she had a little ketchup on her uniform?"

Undercover!Jenna staggers up to them and spills her drink on them, tells Margot that she's beautiful, and plants a listening device.

"Anyway I think we should move on."

"Okay, wait a sec.  Liz has been working on something recently, but she signed this NDA. Although I guess she can't be blamed if we took a peek, you know? Without permission."

The line that will haunt me for the next year. Kyle to Max while showing him what appears to be chest X-rays.

"You know what I'm saying here, right Max?"

Cameron calls:

"You were right. It is too good to be true. Diego just told some woman he can get her access to Liz's lab. He must have followed her there."

"Well, there's a security system."

"The way he's talking, it sounded like Diego's pretty certain he can get access. They just left here, Evans.  You need to tell Liz to get anything incriminating out of there - now."

Max arrives at the lab and immediately sees that the security system was manufactured by Genoryx. He uses his powers to break the system and get into the lab. He quickly searches through all of Liz's records and then pours what appears to be gas or lighter fluid or some other flammable substance all over the place and then uses his powers to set a fire.

He listens to the notes on Liz's recorder, which by the way has 22 minutes of recording on it. Some of what we hear:

This is my record of the dissection of specimen NB.

... immunoglobulin harvested from alien DNA can be transferred to a human recipient.

Commence dissection of the dorsal side of the spinal nerve.

I hypothesize that the female specimen's plasma…

Bracken's seminal cells indicate a pH level double that of a human counterpart.

I'm now extracting the grey matter to measure alien voxel signals.

Note that Max doesn't seem to have any chest pain this time when he uses his powers.

Right as Diego and Margot show up the lab explodes.

Max comes home to find Michael and Isobel waiting for him.  He's clearly exhausted and upset after the lab.

"Can whatever this is wait until tomorrow?"

"Jones? That's the guy who grew the crop circles in the shape of my name."

"Nope. We spent the day reading Tripp Manes' journal. Caffeinate, Max... Okay, so, when I asked Sanders about this photo of Nora, he said he didn't know whose hand this was. He was all, Mr. Bernhardt, Mr. Jones, Old Man Gibbons. Could've been anybody."

"Ten points to Hufflepuff."

"So in October '48, Nora decided not to finish building the ship with Louise. She decided to go to the reservation with Tripp."

"But then little Walt convinced her to go to the fall festival, where after successfully avoiding him for a year, she finally ran into the alien stowaway who had crashed the ship. He'd been masquerading as a farmer."

"Mr. Jones."

"Tripp saw Jones approach Nora, and he recognized him from the night of the crash, but he didn't have a chance to ask Nora about it before Harlan called for a raid on the farm."

"Yeah. And after the massacre, Jones was never heard from again. Crop circles were all that was left."

"If you were in hiding, why would you grow corn in the shape of an alien symbol?"

"Maybe they just grew that way.  It's the same way that this symbol just shows up everywhere, you know?"

Michael reveals his tattoo and it's the first time Max has seen it.

"Wait, when did..?"

"Oh, I got it when we weren't sure if you were coming back. It didn't feel like it was ever gonna be the same again."

"All right. There. Now can we all cowboy up and focus, please? Let's feel our feelings after we've solved the mystery of the unknown alien. After the raid on the farm, Nora was held by Project Shepherd."

Note...not actually accurate. Michael didn't get the tattoo until Max was out of surgery.

See Journal and Flashbacks post for the flashback.

Jenna and Charlie reunite. Relevant quote to remember:

Liz and Rosa find the destroyed lab.  Liz sees the fractal burn that indicates that Max is the one that destroyed it.

"I fought so hard to become who I am, and I just trade her in every time I get scared? No. I don't want to be on the run anymore."

Back to Max's house:

"Whatever happened to that thing that she and Louise were building out in the desert? I mean, did she ever tell him where it was or what it was?"

"Nope. And when Tripp asked Louise about it, she was silent."

Liz walks in and interrupts.

"Why'd you do it, Max?"

They go into the bedroom to fight.

"I'd been asking you for weeks to clear out that lab, okay? I knew it wasn't safe."

"Alex installed a military-grade security system."

"A system designed by Genoryx, okay? Diego could have hacked it. He could already know everything."

"And his nefarious plan is to what? Set us up with a condo in L.A.? Give my family a second chance?"

"Okay, I have a family to protect too."

"Yes, and you could have stopped Diego without destroying a year of my work!"

"I had to act fast."

"So your first instinct was to go with the one method that would break my heart?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking about your heart when I'm staring at jars with Noah's liver and his brain. I mean, what else did you harvest from us, Liz?"

"Those are just cells. I wasn't hurting anyone. I don't know what you thought love was gonna be like when we were 17, but it isn't just sunsets and horseback rides."

"You can't put this all on me. Okay you were sneaking around behind my back…"

"I apologized. I stopped. Max, you died this year. I was all alone because of a choice that you made, but still every single thing I did was for you and about you and with you. So when you were back, when I could finally touch you. When I could finally breathe. I needed to take just one moment to remember where I end and where you begin. To just be whole in who I am. I am a scientist. I am fighting for something that is bigger than me. I am trying to leave this world a better place. And I am in love with you. And right now, I hate it."

Liz leaves and Max takes another dose of the antidote.

Time jump. No idea how long or what has happened in between.  Liz and Rosa on the Crashdown roof saying goodbyes.

"Dad is checking your oil and making sure you have enough chile...also you left this in our room. Mom's been texting."

"Trying to come up with a better response than, go duck yourself… You should come with me. The Ortecho sisters take California."

"I wish. But I can't. I'm going back to rehab tonight. I want to see the program through. Sorry."

"Don't be. It's the best possible thing you could have said."

"You know… Max should be your road trip buddy. You love him.  You're gonna forgive him.  Besides, we both know if you try to leave town without him again, he's just gonna show up with some big, grand romantic gesture to stop you."

Open mic night at the Pony.  Alex and Kyle have a drink together.

"So how does it feel to have your father's murder officially avenged?."

"Feels like my dad's still dead. Flint should be okay. He'll live to become the new Jesse Manes."

"No he won't. I'm not gonna let it happen."

"After everything you still believe in redemption?"

"Well, I have a pretty good example of it right in front of me."

Alex sings his song. Michael, Isobel, Greg, and Forrest are all there listening.

Flash to Kyle going to Steph's hospital room.  The bed is empty...because she's up doing her makeup, her hands steady.

"Your hands are better.  Did they give you morphine?"

"I woke up this morning feeling incredible. Look at my chart. My numbers are up. It's a miracle."

"Or just really good science."

Liz is preparing to leave, her suitcase beside her in the empty Crashdown as she stands at the juke box one last time. Kyle runs in.

"What you did was reckless. And dangerous. And unethical, Liz. Thank you." 

Back at the Wild Pony, Michael watches Forrest listening to Alex sing.  He turns to leave. Isobel tries to stop him.

"It's a sad story, me and Alex. I have to walk away so we can start a new one someday. It's not our time right now."

"But it will be."

"I think so."

Rosa walks up to a bar.  She hesitates before going in, her hands shaking.

Liz buckles into her car, ready to leave.  She looks in the rearview window and waits.  She's clearly expecting Max to come.  But he's at home studying his alien symbols. She gives in and pulls away, leaving Roswell. Her season ends with her looking out over the ocean.

Alex finishes his song and Greg and Forrest are still there and are proud of him.

"Well, damn. How do you feel?"

"Like I just sang a song about a guy in front of a bunch of cowboys, and...I don't care."

"Oh, lucky guy, with a song like that."

"Yeah it was a long time ago…can I?"

Alex and Forrest kiss.

Rosa walks into the bar. Helena is there.

"If you came to tell me what I did wrong, your sister already texted."

"Did you get what you wanted, Mom? Is your score finally settled?"

"No. I wanted everyone to see Jesse Manes humiliated and weak. I wanted him to die knowing shame. But the papers say it was a tragedy. People like him - bad white men - they die heroes, no matter what they've done. People like us - we die villains."

"Yeah I know. I've done it. But I also got a second chance. So I get to leave a different legacy. The last time that I saw you, I said that I hated you. That's not true. I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, mija."

"I also told you to leave and I was right about that. Liz was free and it should have stayed that way. Manes is gone. There is no revenge to be had. No closure and no redemption. Don't come back, mom. Don't bother Liz again. I really hope you get better. Maybe you can have a second chance too."

Another possible time jump. Michael and Isobel pull up to where Max is out in the desert.

"How'd you guys find me?"

"Freaky twin thing. What's going on?"

"I took more of the antidote. Sorry, I should have called you guys."

"Save it. We are sick of being pissed at you for being so obnoxiously yourself. Why you look so scared?"

Pod Squad is investigating a cave. There's a door or opening covered by alien text with the alien symbol on it. It sorta looks like there's something behind it.

"Um, well, when I touched the alien console at the fair, something happened. I heard whispers that I couldn't understand...until now. I think when I touched it I unlocked something... Like a cage? The whispers led me here. I know it sounds crazy, but would you guys help me find a tunnel?"

"It's sealed up."

"I feel like we should learn more before we just busy that door open."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

There's a knocking sound and a voice calls out.

"Help! Is someone there?"

"If Max unlocked something at CrashCon, whoever that is has been down here for days without…"

"I need water. Please."

"There has to be three."

Note that we now know which symbol represents each of them.

The door shatters and they all react (Isobel's face is priceless).  

We flash back to the mysterious stowaway/alien hoodie dude/Jones. Louise fighting him.  Now we can see that it's Max. Nora kneeling after the crash with the hand on her shoulder. It's Max's face. He attacks/burns the military men/Hector Valenti.

The stowaway/Jones looks exactly like Max. Only with a really bad beard. 

"Howdy partner."

MUSIC:

1. Hootie & The Blowfish "Time"

2. Tyler Rich "Leave Her Wild"

3. Clay Rigdon "That Kinda Kiss"

4. Marc Danziesen "See Yourself"

5. Gloria Hart and Art Kassel "Frankie And Johnny"

6. The Score "Legend"

7. Sarah May Byrom "Rhythm Of A Memory"

8. Tyler Blackburn "Would You Come Home"

9. The Well Pennies "The Echo And The Shadow"

10. Valerie Broussard "Dark Side"

#roswell new mexico #rnm season 2 #details #episode details #long post #rnm 213 #mr. jones

[chaoticneutralwriter]

Worlds Collide

Never in your years of being alive on this shitty rock of a planet did you think you would have the problem of dealing with not one but two demons invading your life now. Here, in this economy, as if you already don’t have enough problems to begin with. Now you’re left with what you see are two choices: go to church and attempt to repent,.... Or get them to stan BTS (hey, it’s the least they can do after stealing two of the member’s identities).

guardian demon! Jimin x reader ft. demon! Jungkook

genre: slice of life, comedy, romance, fluff, supernatural, slow-burn

word count: 7.8k

Related works: see masterlist

In direct continuation of Another Variable

A/N: omggg.... I’m baack....LOLL As pointed out, this picks up right after the installment Another Variable so give that a read before jumping into this! But other than, thank you for the patience and I hope this doesn’t disappoint! sdfkhsdgh

You blink. Hard.

 But he doesn’t go away like some sort of spectre or figment of your imagination like you expect him to.

 So you try again, vaguely wondering if you’re maybe in some sort of fever dream instead.

 Because there’s just no way. No way that this is real.

 Dark doe eyes continue to stare back at you, crinkling in obvious amusement, head tilted almost innocently. The shift in his head allows for the faint moonlight seeping through your windows to illuminate the sharp line of his jaw while most of his face is hidden in dark shadows, making his eyes seem to glow eerily. And then like a hawk curiously watching its prey from afar, he tilts his head back slightly to look down his nose at you and to your astonishment, you see those dark orbs shift to take on a more feline, golden haze.

 “So you’re her….” His voice vibrates louder in the deafening silence of your darkened room. You find your breath hitching at the sound because it solidifies the reality of his presence. It takes you back to the first time you met Jimin, your mind failing to process that Jeon Jungkook, golden maknae of worldwide South Korean boy band BTS, is standing in your room, eating your chocolate bar in all of his most-likely-six-pack wielding, 5’10” glory.

 The toothy bunny grin he’s sporting threatens to widen and it would be cute any other time had it not been for the tinge of devious intent oozing from it. He sets down the candy treat before he moves, taking advantage of your stunned state to stalk forward, long legs making it so that he closes the distance between you with ease. You jump start with a gasp, your own pair of legs struggling to function and you stumble as you step back. You’re half falling backwards and half fighting to stay upright until you unintentionally slam back against the wall of the hallway. Before you can scramble away, a hand shoots out to grab your wrist, pinning you to the wall but also trapping you up close and a little too personal with the undeniably handsome man.

 “Quite frankly I’m a little disappointed; you’re not exactly the poppet I imagined you to be.”

 Your body tenses and automatically tries to lean away from him in an attempt to put some space between you two (and actually see his face because at this distance, you’re only getting chest). His grip on you is warm, way warmer than a human’s should be unless they’ll be mistaken for running a fever so that only further confirms your suspicions. That only leaves one more curious thing niggling at you.

  “How— Whe—Why’re you…?” You’re tongue-tied in trying to word this question of yours but stop prematurely to squeak when this carbon copy of Jungkook leans his face closer to yours. His gaze is intense on you and you can’t help but to break eye contact multiple times out of sheer intimidation. You feel the heat your face has gotten to when he chuffs a laugh, breath ghosting over your warming skin.

 “On second thought, I think you’ll be fun to play with.”

 It all happens so fast but in slow motion at the same time. In the split second Jungkook shifts his attention to something off the side, his weight and grip is suddenly lifted off of you and all that remains was a whoosh of air tickling your cheeks and a few strands of hair. Like thunder and lightening, the flooding of light blinds you momentarily before a crashing sound meets your ear. You blink a few times, allowing for your eyes to finally adjust and pinpoint the source.

 You immediately recognize the smaller figure of Jimin, standing right in front of you despite having his back facing your way. In doing so, you can’t see his expression but you feel that you didn’t need to in order to guess that he’s not too happy with this visitor — his shoulders are tense as they heaved in the slightest bit, almost like he had rushed over here as fast as his demonic abilities allowed him to, in fact, the edges of his body still singed with leftover wisps of that black smoke he always seems to emit whenever he teleports.

 “I thought I smelled a rat….” The voice that comes pouring out of your guardian demon sends unintentional chills down your spine. His words growled out with an almost animalistic quality, an octave lower than you were used to hearing and a distortion leaking through at the very edges that reminded you of the first time you’ve spoken to him that faithful night.

 “I was beginning to wonder when you’ll show up brother.” You hear Jungkook rasp breathlessly and belatedly, you realize that in Jimin’s hasty entrance, he caught Jungkook by the throat and slammed him into the wall, catching the light switch along the way. Unamused, Jimin’s hand tightens its hold and the younger coughs.

 “Why are you here.”

 “No reason.”

 “Don’t toy with me.”

 Another choked laugh, followed by a cough and you’re actually beginning to worry for the man (demon?) despite him scaring you half to death with his arrival. Peering over Jimin’s shoulders, your wide eyes dart from Jungkook who’s grinning despite losing air at a rapid pace, face turning pallid and Jimin who’s dark crimson glare is threatening to burn a hole into the taller male’s head if his grip on him doesn’t do it first (you swear you see it beginning to smoke). You fidget in your spot, not wanting to have to deal with whatever mess Jimin may induce if he decides to scorch this newcomer on the spot (which he looks very close to doing). So you bite the bullet, hoping to diffuse the tension enough so that if he does, he’ll at least take it outside.

 “H-hey..? Uh…um…Jimin….?”

 “I’m a little busy doll.” He grits out, eyes still trained on Jungkook.

 “Yes, I see that. But just my opinion….” You raise a finger to jab into his raised arm, the pad meeting a solid wall of flexed muscles. The action shifts it slightly off target and draws Jimin’s piercing eyes onto you. “I think you should let him go.”

 The shorter demon balks at your suggestion, eyes growing wide as he incredulously says, “You can’t be serious. I don’t think I need to spell it out for you to know what he is.” His eyes flits briefly back to Jungkook to take in his appearance, dubiously. “As to why he looks like that…”

 “I know. But just maybe you shouldn’t choke him out and demand answers from him at the same time; it’s kind of counter-productive seeing as he can’t answer properly because he can’t breathe anyways.” And I don’t want you to ruin my new wallpaper.

 Jimin’s lips part in protest again but the words don’t come out as you meet his hard stare head on with conviction. His eyes searches yours and you soften, seeing the questions lingering in them, which makes you take a hold of his bicep, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

 He didn’t hurt me. I’m fine.

 You see his gaze flicker to the demon he’s holding and then back again to you before he huffs out in annoyance. His hand loosens its hold and Jungkook, despite his bravado, gasps in a lungful of air gratefully. However, it still doesn’t wipe away that shit-eating grin on his face as he regards you and then Jimin.

 “What a curious little human. Now I see how you became so easily attached.”

 Jimin maneuvers his hand to roughly grip the collar of Jungkook’s shirt, giving one harsh shove against the wall in warning. The taller demon grunts as the back of his head hits it with a loud thud. You wince; hoping that there won’t be a dent you would have to explain to Jaehee once this is all over.

 “You should be grateful that she’s so benevolent. Now tell me; what are you doing here?” He spits out each word with a promise that if the latter doesn’t answer satisfactorily, he won’t hesitate to send him back to hell, first class.

 “Relax brother, I was just in the neighbourhood and wanted to stop by for a visit. Can you blame me for being a little interested in the human who’s managed to steal your attention, so much so that you neglect your duties as a servant of hell?”

 You perk up at this little tidbit of information. Jimin was neglecting his duties as a demon? Was that what his performance evaluation said and the reason why he’s been going out nightly for these past few weeks? You frown but you suppose it makes sense; Jimin is a demon first and a guardian second. He’s expressed that clearly numerous times when he told you that this guardian gig is a side thing meant to punish him. What he does best above all else is wreaking havoc on unsuspecting souls. Such is the nature of a demon but nowadays you find you have trouble remembering that fact when it comes to him.

 This slip of tongue doesn’t please your guardian demon as he narrows his eyes. “That is none of your business. If you have nothing more important to say then I suggest you leave.”

 “I must say, this overprotectiveness is a new side I never thought I’d live to see from you.” Jungkook completely brushes aside Jimin’s threat with a teasing remark. “It’s rather refreshing and precious. Ah, how you’ve grown…”

 “Might I remind you who’s the older one here.” Jimin’s grip tightens a fraction. “And much stronger.”

 “True, but alas height is something you have yet to gain over me.”

 A wheeze unintentionally escapes you and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to hide the creeping smile threatening to burst through the seams of your lips. However, the noise doesn’t escape the keen hearing of the demons in the room, their eyes automatically focused on you. Jimin is less than amused, the tips of his ears tinging red as he glares at you while Jungkook unabashedly grins until his eyes are creasing, smug. Visibly, you see the tension between the two die down somewhat and through the initial hostility, you get a sense that your guardian and this demon have known each other for quite some time, their banter coming naturally (albeit a little violently). You clear your throat, feeling your own cheeks heat up at suddenly being the centre of attention.

 “Forgive my rudeness, I should probably introduce myself.” Jungkook breaks the ice, ready to give what you assume is his name but then he stops himself, blinking in realization. “Ah, I suppose I can’t give you my actual name. It won’t sit too well with my dear brother here.” He gives a nod to Jimin who only shoots him a look of disdain. He pays it no mind. “So what do you call this one? The one who’s face I am wearing?”

 “Er….Jungkook…” You answer back, mildly bemused.

 “Jungkook…” He tests out the name for himself before nodding in approval. “Interesting…Okay then. And you are?”

 “Don’t—“

 “Y/N….?”

 Your guardian sighs out heavily, head slumped down in defeat while Jungkook smiles triumphantly. You blink in confusion at the exchange. Were you not supposed to say your name…?

 “Y/N…. I see. And from now on I’ll be Jungkook.” He declares with another nod to himself until he pauses, head cocking as if a thought had crossed his mind. Newly declared Jungkook zeroes in on Jimin, eyes full of concern but heavily veiled by a mischievous glint that overrides any of the sincerity. ”I must say brother, it seems you’ve drawn the short end of the stick here.”

 Jimin whips his head up at that. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

 “Well clearly I’m the better looking of the two. Of all the ones in the picture, you pick him?”

 “Hey!” You find your voice echoing that of your guardian’s, both of you sounding equal parts indignant. The outburst startles you and you pause to watch Jimin finally release his grip on Jungkook to showcase just how offended he is.

 “Don’t you know the first rule to being a demon? Always—“

 “Take on the image of a familiar being in order to gain a mortal’s trust and vulnerability, yaddy yaddy yada.” The younger demon flippantly recites, though he’s clearly more focused on rolling and rubbing his neck out to elevate the strain it has been put under. “But really though, you had such a wide selection; who knew humans could be that attractive! If I hadn’t known any better, I would’ve thought they were something the likes of an incubus would conjure up. I mean, look at these!”

 Shamelessly, the doppelgänger Jungkook reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it upwards, allowing you to get a full view (and confirm) of the six-pack abs the real Jungkook himself is notorious for having. You feel your eyes bulge out at the sight of the defined ridges despite feeling like your entire face is also on the verge of burning off. Jimin takes one look at them and scoffs with a loud roll of his eyes but when he notices your obvious ogling, he delivers a hard smack against the surface of muscles.

 “Quit it. They’re not even yours to brag.”

 “Well she’s seems to enjoy it.” Jungkook lets the shirt fall back into place as he shoots you a salacious smirk. Your eyes immediately avert elsewhere,

 “A word in private…Now.” Jimin commands, a scowl marring his beautiful face as he takes Jungkook by the collar of his shirt again, forcibly dragging him towards the direction of the living room. The younger shoots you a cute wave to which you return perplexedly. Still, you can’t help but watch them go in amusement, the whole interaction reminded you way too much of how the actual Jimin and Jungkook acted in real life (almost). Just when you think it’s a strange place to have a private chat, the two vanish in a puff of black smoke, startling you but leaving you finally in peace and quiet to let the events sink in.

 -

 “Ow, ow, ow this height thing is starting to become a detriment to my health.” Jungkook whines as he suddenly finds himself being dragged across a rooftop building. The night air is crisp with the moon shining high in the sky and though he doesn’t know exactly where he is, he thinks the view of the cityscape below is charming. It’s been a while since he’s actually paid a visit to this part of the mortal planes, given his status that he can’t stay for long periods of time – it never gave him a reason to check up on this place in particular. Well, he inwardly smiles to himself, that’s all about to change now.

 His thoughts were cut short once he feels Jimin’s grip on him loosen and disappear altogether. It leaves him stumbling forward to regain balance from the abrupt lost of support. Jungkook runs a hand through his dark brunette hair, mussing the locks before he straightens his shirt and dusts his pants.

 “So, what is it that you would like to discuss while gracing me with such a romantic night view?”

 Jimin sighs out deeply, head throbbing and exasperation overwhelming every fibre of his being as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Turning, he fixes the younger demon with a glower. “Why are you here?”

 “I believe I already answered that.”

 “Okay then how are you here? I thought you had an assignment or something that Lucy gave you. And what’s with the get-up?”

 “Just visiting on a visa, as per usual. And I’m on break, so I figured; why not visit my favourite brother and his new charge? As for the look,” Jungkook twirls, arms spread out like he’s showing off the new outfit he just bought instead of a whole new human meat suit he’s acquired. “Isn’t it a fine specimen? The face of a cherub and the body of a Greek sculpture — the perfect trap for hunters such as ourselves.”

 “If the body is anything like a Greek sculpture then I fear you’ve just greatly compromised yourself in other places.”

 Jungkook blinks wide eyed at Jimin’s statement, not understanding the jab, brows furrowing in on themselves. A grin itches to overtake the guardian demon’s face as he watches the cogs in his junior’s head tick until finally…

 “Hey!”

 Jimin throws his head back as a bark of laughter escapes him. His body bends over as he continues laughing and clutching his stomach at the sight of a bewildered Jungkook pouting, red cheeks and even going as far as looking down the crotch of his tight jeans. Once Jimin’s spiel has tapers off into small, hiccupping squeaks does he straighten up, sauntering over to clap a hand over the younger’s shoulder.

 “You should probably get that sorted out.”

 “Might I remind you that we’re demons who can alter our appearances at will any time, any where? I’m hurt brother; it almost feels like you’re trying to get rid of me.”

 “That’s because I am.” Jimin rebuttals without missing a beat before striding off. He stops just at the edge of the building, taking in the view of the city indifferently. “Don’t take it personally, I would’ve enjoyed your visit any other time, but now is not it.”

 Jungkook chuckles, going over to stand beside him. “Is it because of her? You know, I didn’t believe the reports when they first came in – you slacking off as a demon, all because of a human girl? Ha!” He shakes his head, the idea seemingly ridiculous at the time until he steals a glance at Jimin with a tilt of his head. “But now I’m beginning to think otherwise.”

 Jimin doesn’t respond, obsidian eyes looking far off into the distance but not seeing anything, expression carefully blank. It further intrigues the young demon as he looks for any telltale signs that would give away to what’s going through the mind of his good friend and mentor because true to the many times he’s expressed it now, he’s never seen the older demon acting like this before. For as long as Jungkook’s known him, Jimin was a demon through and through with a matching devil may care attitude and a penchant for pushing the envelope one too many time to boot. ‘Caring’ is a term that didn’t exist in his dictionary unless it came to his fellow kinsman (but even then, setting each other on fire out of pettiness can hardly pass as light gestures of affection).

 He was cold, indifferent to the struggles of mankind and reveled in their own self-sabotaging ways. So imagine the surprise Jungkook gets when he learns that not only has Jimin been succeeding at being a guardian but also possibly grown attached to his charge, all without tying her up and locking her in the basement at least once? The feat itself should be impossible, but who was he to say? After all, this is Jimin he’s talking about and he’s no stranger to doing some pretty impossible things. Jungkook can attest to that.

 “She must be something special if the tables have turned so drastically like this.” The younger demon says, coming off seemingly offhanded yet a secret smile plays at the edge of his lips. It stretches further when Jimin finally turns to meet his gaze, face still inscrutable but Jungkook catches the flicker of deep ruby as well as an unnamed emotion passing through his irises. The two demons stare at each other, golden topaz clashing with crimson in a silent battle of dissecting one another.

 It goes on for a few more tense minutes before Jungkook sees the red hues receding, Jimin’s gaze muting to their passive warm brown again. Eventually, he lets out a heavy sigh — the only sign of his disgruntlement.

 “If you’re not going to leave, then I advise not talking to her while you’re here.”

 “You say that as if my presence threatens you.” Jungkook chides playfully.

 “Hardly.” Jimin snorts, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants. “I didn’t, but I can and will break your neck.”

 “You wouldn’t; you love me too much.” The younger laughs. He says that but he still feels the ghosting pressure on his throat threatening to crush his windpipes. He won’t admit it, but he had for a split second questioned whether or not he had been a little too forward with his greeting with you to warrant such a response from the elder (was it that serious?).

 Jimin only shoots Jungkook an enigmatic look, holding it for a second longer before sauntering off without so much as another word. It leaves the younger quite taken aback and just as he’s about to voice his indignation, the pseudo-guardian dissipates, leaving only a trail of black smoke.

 Alone, Jungkook blinks before he lets out a disbelieving, breathy chortle. He’s not sure what to do with himself, or with this new piece of information he’s been witnessed to. It’s a game changer, a big one at that and the wild card of it all has no doubt intrigued Jungkook, to the point where he’s willing to risk his neck (literally) to find out more — who you are, how you manage to invoke such a change in Jimin, your relationship and how this will ultimately all end.

 He lets out another chuckle to himself, hand reaching up unconsciously to rub at his neck. One thing Jungkook knows for sure though —

 It’s pretty serious.

 -

 “You know, I was told to not talk to you if I ever see you….” You say with uncertainty, eyes glued to his tall figure as you watch him rummage around in your kitchen from the threshold. It’s the weekend and you had plans to sleep in, stay at home and laze around in your PJs all day because quite frankly, you don’t think you can function in society properly after your life has been uprooted again by the addition of another demon (never in your life had you imagined you would actually be saying that sentence). So yes, you think you deserve the time to process it all.

 It was going well for the most part — you almost tricked yourself into thinking you live a normal, un-supernatural ridden life until from your room, you hear a clatter of noise drifting out from the kitchen. At first you thought it was Jaehee, home early from running her errands but when you went to go check, you nearly scream in alarm at the sight that greeted you instead.

 After shushing you to not alert the hound (aka Jimin), the young demon parading around as Jungkook proceeds to snoop around more, opening drawers and cabinets at first out of curiosity, but then escalating to full-blown scavenging once he discovers your snack stash, sampling every type he lays his eyes on.

 “I told you already, I’m not here to hurt you and he won’t hurt me if he finds out I’ve been talking to you. He’ll get a little pissy sure, but believe it or not, Jimin — ” He stops turning to you with furrowed brows, “That’s your name for him right?”

 You nod slowly, watching him stuff another cookie into his mouth, making one side of his cheek puff out like a hamster.

 “Jimin and I are actually good friends — and that’s rare for demons. So he won’t actually try to seriously incinerate me if you and I hung out for like, ten minutes.” Jungkook grabs for a rolled up bag of Doritos, unfurling it and reaching in to take a chip, eating it. He pauses again, a thoughtful look crossing his face before he whips his gaze to you, a look of dead seriousness as his dark eyes bore into you. You stiffen at the intensity and sudden 180-degree change to his otherwise light-hearted demeanour.

 “But in case he does find out, you’re backing me up right?”

 Your own brows furrow in response and a wry smile makes its way onto your lips. You’re at a loss for words at his shamelessness but can’t help finding it comical and a tad bit endearing. You shrug, humouring him.

 “Sure, okay.”

 He nods affirmatively, going back to eating more chips before he decides that yes, these will be his chosen snack. Jungkook shuffles past you and heads towards the living room, plopping down on the couch rather comfortably and turning on the TV with a casual flick of his wrist. You follow him, taking a seat on the armrest and watch amazed as he channel surfs with his finger in a way one would scroll with an IPad. Unfortunately for him, you don’t have cable or a satellite provider since both you and Jaehee prefer streaming your shows. The only purpose it serves is the occasional movie nights and your long forgotten PS4.

 But as of right now, you’re not too concerned in trying to keep this odd demon entertained. Rather, you want to know why he’s even here in the first place if this is potentially putting him in danger.

 “So…. Can you tell me again why you’re here?” You ask, voicing your thoughts curiously.

 Jungkook glances up, pausing on the local news channel that had a reporter droning on about the latest update to an apparent street racing accident that happened recently which resulted in one death and four arrests. He’s got a mouthful of chip as he blinks up at you with round eyes and in that moment, he reminds you too much of a bunny. Doesn’t help that his lips pull back into a mischievous smile, revealing most of his front teeth.

 “Wouldn’t you say it’s appropriate for me, a good friend and mentee of Jimin’s, to be interested in the girl who’s managed to steal his attention?”

 You sputter, hands crossing over your chest defensively. “W-What’s that supposed to mean? He’s just my temp guardian because he apparently did something stupid. There’s nothing going on between us other than that he needs to make sure I don’t die so that he can save his own ass.”

 The demon in front of you nods his head in agreement, lips jutting out in thought as he nonchalantly switches the channel to an afternoon talk show.

 “True, but you don’t know Jimin like I do.”

 When he doesn’t say anything more, you wiggle impatiently in your seat in a subtle attempt to get him to elaborate. He catches on quickly, mouth upturned at the corners in the slightest bit.

 “Let’s just say, with how Jimin is…. or I should say was, I’m looking forward to picking you apart, to see who Y/N really is.”

 He makes it sound way more dramatic than it really ought to be, you thought, finding the entire thing to be anticlimactic. If that really was his true motive, the very thing he’s willing to risk it all for, then boy was he gonna be disappointed. On the contrary though, you find that you’re more interested in picking him apart. With what he insinuated just now, your curiosity for a certain demon has been piqued. You wouldn’t mind digging up some juicy dirt about your guardian. But for now, you tuck that piece of information away, having the feeling that there will be another time and place to investigate.

 Jungkook pours the rest of the remaining bits of chip into his mouth, crumpling the bag once there’s none left before standing. He brushes his hands off on his dark denim jeans, swaggering over to you until you felt the need to stand in order to not feel so dwarfed against his height (it didn’t make a difference, sadly).

 “Whether Jimin likes it or not, we’ll be seeing each other more often.”

 With a roguish smirk, he walks past you and before he makes it to the threshold of the front door, he tosses the balled up bag over his shoulder, the trajectory perfect enough that you only needed to stretch your arms out to catch it. When you’ve successfully grasped the remainders of your Doritos bag, Jungkook is gone, leaving behind only a trailing wisp of black smoke.

 You stare at the spot for a few seconds before huffing a laugh and shaking your head. Demon Jungkook says that your guardian was unfortunate enough to end up looking like Jimin but you honestly think otherwise. As much as he is handsome by default because he chose to look like Jungkook, it seems like it doesn’t change the overall feeling you get from him, demon or not.

 He’s a huge dweeb.

 -

 “What are you doing still up?”

 You don’t look up from the faintly glowing phone screen you’re holding in front you, body still half sunk into your pillows and blankets as your eyes stay glued to the time on the corner. Two minute to go.

 He seems to have materialized from the darkness of your room, smoothly sidling up your bedside to tower over your form. Dark eyes wander to what yours are fixated on and with a slight tilt of his head, Jimin reads the time: 4:57am.

 “They’re gonna drop their MV for their comeback soon.” You reply offhandedly, bringing a hand up to rub your eyes because you literally had just woken up for this very moment. Your demon guardian’s eyebrow furrows, not understanding the significance of your words before his mouth forms into an ‘O’.

 “You mean that boy band you follow? BTS?”

 You hum.

 Jimin regards you for a bit, hands shoved into the pockets of his black slacks. You feel him hovering over you and for a split second you think he’ll get bored and dissipate off until suddenly, he’s leaning over so closely to you that you practically feel the heat emanating from his body. You sink lower into your pillows, alarmed and wide-eyed as you look up at him in question.

 “What?”

 “Has that brat been snooping around here?”

 His narrowing eyes pin you down and you had to take a moment to remember the context of his words.

 “Ah,” You say before also remembering the little agreement you made with the ‘brat’ in question. Switching gears, you shake your head. “No, not really.”

 “…. That took way longer than necessary.”

 “I had to remind myself who you’re talking about.” You defended, subtly shifting yourself away from Jimin until you’re almost at the edge of your bed. When you still feel his burning eyes on you, you choose to avert your attention back to your phone. For the past few days, Jungkook had quite skillfully avoided your guardian and drops by to visit whenever he feels like it, mostly to raid your snack cupboard and to play with your PS4. During those times, you’ve actually gotten to know him a little better. You’ve learned that Jungkook’s some sort of demon ‘rookie’, strictly bound to only doing ‘assignments’ given to him by his ‘boss’ and that his visiting ‘visa’ only permits him limited time in the mortal realm.

 He also revealed that the reason why you’re able to see him is because of your contract with Jimin, otherwise, he would be invisible to anyone else. Overall, you found him to be entertaining and a highly curious individual, often times catching him peering at your extensive BTS album collection on your shelf as well as asking questions about the boy band you dedicate your time and money to. Honestly, you didn’t see what the big deal was — you think you have your fair share of demons now, so what’s one more to add in your life?

 Jimin sighs out heavily, straightening if only to tip his head back while running a frustrated hand through his now dark navy blue locks.

 “Y/N…seriously. He seems pretty harmless but he’s not. E—“ He snaps his mouth shut, cutting himself off so abruptly that it made you glance up at him. The slip up doesn’t go unnoticed by you, curiosity snapping you awake as you eye your guardian, wondering what it was that he was about to accidentally spill. At your weighted gaze however, Jimin shuffles, clearing his throat while rubbing the back of his neck in an attempt to play it off. “Jungkook is deceiving; if you’re not careful he’ll trick you into getting in a lot of trouble just for his sake of entertainment.”

 You deflate, curiosity still gnawing at you but you choose not to pursue it, knowing how your guardian is stubbornly good at keeping things clamped up when he wants to. Besides, you have more important matters at hand. So you settle down again, going back to your phone with a mumbled, “That sure sounds like some other demon I know….”

 If Jimin responded, you don’t hear it because the moment you see the clock reading 5:00am, you let out a muffled squeal as you hastily refresh the page, watching as it reloads and a newly added video appears, front and centre. Stuffing your ear buds in, you hit play immediately and like Pavlov’s dog, the intro has your heart pounding double speed before anything is happening.

 And then the first notes.

 Your guardian demon watches on in fascination, a little taken aback at first from your sudden change in mood. You’re too busy to pay any mind to his prying eyes as you soak in the visuals in front of you and jam to the catchy beat of the song. It’s not until BTS’ Jimin flashed across the screen, throwing in a rather sultry glance did you have to pause to give yourself time to flop back, a high-pitched garbling spewing out from you and if it were not for your guardian demon’s impeccable eyesight, he would’ve thought that a portal had torn open to release some sort of gremlin into your room.

 The thought tickles a smile onto his lips, shifting the image so that you were the gremlin but finding in a way you are similar to one; small in comparison to him, penchant for avoiding sunlight like you’re allergic to it and likes to make indecipherable noises to communicate. One key difference though, he ponders, is that he finds you to be more…appealing than that fur ball rodent.

 You let out a huff of air, still in the midst of trying to recollect yourself from that sudden attack, hair a mess from rolling and flailing in your bed.

 Yeah, way more appealing and amusing.

 Jimin takes the time to snatch your phone from your distracted state, holding it up to his face at the paused screen. His eyes meet those unlike his own — like looking into a mirror rather than a video, the only difference is the hair colour (bubblegum pink, not something he would imagine himself personally to be sporting but…. it doesn’t look as bad as he would’ve imagined. Ah, as expected of such a face he supposes…).

 “Hey, give it back!” He hears you whisper yell, making grabby hands his way, a hard frown tugging the corners of your mouth down and your brows furrowed. Your petulant demand pulls Jimin out of his musings, his own eyebrow quirking before a sly smile makes its way across plush lips.

 A loud yelp nearly tears itself from your lips as suddenly, a warm weight presses against you. For whatever reason you can’t fathom, Jimin had invited himself to get comfortable in the free space of your bed. Flabbergasted, you try to ask him what the hell does he think he’s doing but you only manage to get as far as ‘what the hell’ before you splutter into incoherency, heat overtaking your face and body. Your guardian coolly settles down, completely unfazed as he plucks the fallen ear bud from you and puts one side on.

 He turns to eye you with an innocent look, to which you can only stare back wide-eyed and mouth agape like a fish out of water.

 “What? I think it’s about time I would get to know the seven Korean men that melted your frozen heart and who you’ve pledged your undying love to.”

 You blink, letting his words sink in as the unconscious death grip you had on the edges of your blanket loosens. A few more moments of silence passes between you two, your doppelgänger peering at you expectantly. When it’s clear that he wasn’t gonna pull a quick one on you and say that he’s just kidding, you tentatively take a hold of your phone again and the other half of your earbuds.




“Okay…If you’re sure?” You don’t hide how weirded out you are by his sudden interest but you don’t unwelcome it (you’re always down to spread the love that is BTS, even to a demon of hell). So with one last deep breath, you gather yourself and rewind the video to play it from the beginning. The intro rolls, the same note plays but you find, frustratingly enough, that you’re half paying attention to the what’s going on in the music video. Your brain has suddenly made you become so hyper aware of the body that’s beside you that when Jimin shifts to lean his head closer to get a better view, you had to hold yourself back from flinching.

 It’s so unfair, you think, sneaking a glance to catch his profile illuminated against the light of the phone screen, highlighting the high points of his nose and cheeks and casting dark shadows to emphasize the sharp cut of his jawline. He’s surprisingly focused on the video that it almost puts you to shame because you’re beside yourself, trying not to combust from this onslaught of visuals (from the video and what’s beside you). You adamantly glue your gaze back onto the screen, determined to not let this effect you so much, only to be hit by another deadly shot (courtesy of Jung Hoseok). It sends you reeling.

 Guardian demon Jimin holds fast, unbothered by the squirming and wheezing you’re doing beside him, so caught up in this new world from which the person who you adore most exist in and subsequently, who he now wears the image of. Needless to say, it was strange to see himself (but not really) dance to this energetic, poppy tune while singing about the little things of love, joy and overall happiness alongside his six other band mates (one of which is, ugh, Jungkook), all the while, throwing out radiant, heart-stopping smiles.

 It’s sappy, too cute, too pink and so not his taste.

 Still, as bizarre as it is, Jimin is starting to see the surface of where this unconditional love stems from. He could almost feel the warmth and sincerity of which the lyrics are being sung, despite the upbeat track it’s been placed with and the foreign language it’s in — a purity of emotions and of gratitude for…. an imaginary lover? Or perhaps…. for those that support and love them, just as you do?

 The song comes to an end, the final notes fading out in an echo. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and courageously, trail your eyes to meet the demon’s face. He says nothing as he slips the ear bud off with a rather pensive look on his face. You’re not sure how to react either.

 “…So….” You start, fidgeting with your own ear bud. “What do you think?”

 He cocks his head to one side; arms crossed in thought and after a few more beats of silence, turns to you with a rather deadpan look on his face. “It’s too cheerful.”

 You bring a hand up to your mouth as if that would help stop the short, burst of laughter that comes through (it doesn’t but at least it makes it quieter than it would’ve been). The comment catches you off guard in the delivery but by no means, were you surprised that he would say something like that. Nevertheless, you nod in understanding.

 “Yeah…I had a feeling. I mean, you sort of came in a very uplifting time for them, which is why their comeback is so…. happy.” You explain, “I think if you had seen their past comebacks you would like some of those songs better, especially during Tear era so you could always check that out.” You pause as if there’s a tinier you inside your brain reprimanding you for getting too carried away because what if he doesn’t want to go that deep? So as a cop out, you throw in, “Only if you want to.”

 Afterwards, you refuse to make eye contact with Jimin, choosing to answer the few instant messages that popped up from your friends who had also woken up to watch the MV drop. Which means you entirely miss the way Jimin continues to watch you, eyes dancing with amusement as he sees the way you type (in all caps) to your friends in a group chat, expressing your excitement about the new song and the member’s new concept for the video, all the while keeping a rather straight face.

 His lips betray him as a smile creeps its way up. With a mind made up, he reaches for your phone and pries it away from your hands. You protest, making a grab for it but he pulls it out of reach, clicking the side button to lock it before unfolding his legs to get up from your bed. You frown unconsciously at how quickly the space became colder in his absence.

 “I’ll think about it. But right now you need to sleep — you’re going to regret it when you wake up for work soon.”

 Again, you open your mouth to protest but shut it because ultimately, he’s right. A quick glance at your bedside clock nearly has you blanching; it’s near 6:30am — you need to be up in four hours.

 “I regret nothing.” You retort. Jimin only shoots back a knowing grin because yes, he knows that you don’t regret anything BTS by now but if there was anything that would rival your love for, it was sleep. He places your phone down on your night table, getting ready to take his leave.

 “Sleep tight, doll. You’re gonna need it.”

 “Yeah, yeah.” You mumble, sinking down and making yourself comfortable in your bed again and in spite of your pouting, you’re out like a light.

 -

 “That’s Kim Namjoon, he’s the leader but not the oldest. His stage name is RM but he used to be known as Rap Monster because he’s one of the main rappers and he’s known for producing a lot of their songs.”

 Jimin breathes out deeply in an attempt to remain focused on the screen in front of him.

 “That’s Kim Seokjin, his stage name is Jin and he’s the oldest. He’s one of the main vocalists; pretty impressive I’d say considering he had no experience before. I think he’s funny too, especially when he laughs. It sounds like a windshield wiper.”

 How is it that he still hears him through the headphones and volume turned almost on full blast?

 “That one’s named Min Yoongi. Another main rapper, also produces a lot of their songs. Did you know he could rap 11.5 syllables per second?”

 There’s about three minutes left to this music video (or should he say short film? Because it really does feel like one) but he’s not sure if he can last that long without finally snapping.

 “He’s Jung Hoseok, stage name J-Hope. He’s a rapper too but he’s better known for his dancing — everyone collectively calls him ‘Dance Captain Jung’ because he’s that good and is super scary when it comes to choreography.” Jungkook scoots closer to get a better look, bumping Jimin’s shoulder and effectively increasing the guardian’s murderous intent that goes by unnoticed from the younger demon. “Kind of reminds me of someone….”

 “Can you move?” Jimin grinds out as he shoves Jungkook out of the way. Like an annoying fruit fly, Jungkook persists, a wide grin taking over his face when he sees who appears next.

 “Ah, look who it is — it’s you~!” He cackles, poking Jimin’s shoulder with one chip stained finger. It makes Jimin kiss his teeth loudly with annoyance, swiping the offending mark off his Saint Laurent jacket. “Well not really you you, but you know. He’s a dancer and a main vocalist of the group — hey! You should test that out! If you look and sound like him, maybe you can sing just as well! It wouldn’t do you good if the best you do is only look like him.”

 He feels his eye twitching; maybe he should try doing breathing exercises.

 “Oh! That’s Kim Taehyung, his stage name is V and he’s another vocalist who’s known for his huskier, deeper tone. He’s got a nickname called ‘CG V’ because everyone thinks he looks unreal, was first in a poll for the most handsome face in the world.” Jungkook pauses, staring deeply in thought at the singer that just passed by on screen. “Maybe I should’ve chosen him to look like…. but ah, there’s something about him that doesn’t really suit my taste….”

 Before Jimin can tell him off or set him on fire, the young demon jumps excitedly, nearly knocking Jimin’s phone right out of his hand and send it plummeting down the 50-story building they’re on.

 “Oh! It’s me! It’s me!” He watches eagerly, eyes sparkling with fascination at seeing the original owner of his face in action. The young man is acting, not looking much different from the being that’s sitting beside Jimin at the moment with his dark brunette hair parted and styled in a way where you can fully see his forehead. The only difference is his choice in wardrobe (a black Puma track suit, of all things….). Jungkook sits back after a moment, looking very satisfied with himself as if he was the one that’s in the music video.

 “Did you know he’s called ‘Golden Maknae’? He’s good at everything; dancing, singing, rapping, sports, music, videography—“ He makes a noise of approval from the back of his throat. “As expected, I think its fate that we ended up choosing the masks that best reflects us, don’t you think? Oh! Hey, did you know they have a fan chant? It’s goes like ‘KIM NAMJOON! KIM SEOKJIN! MIN—!”

 Without so much as a glance away from the screen, Jimin yanks the snack bag out of Jungkook’s grasp and chucks it out ahead of him, not caring where it may land while ignoring the yell that follows.

 “MY CHIPS!”

 He’s gone before Jimin can say ‘go fetch’ but nevertheless, he’s finally able to breathe and watch the rest of the video in peace. As the song comes to an end with a rather haunting silhouette the group made, Jimin comes to one conclusion.

 You were right — Tear era is, in his opinion, far superior.

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[ardenttheories]

Could you do an analysis for Witch of Void and Thief of Hope?

Witch of Void

The Witch of Void is someone who Controls Void, which is Doubt, Confusion, Nothingness, Lies, Hidden Things, the actual Void itself, Indifference and Irrelevance.

Witches have a habit of exerting such control over their Aspect that they just break its rules entirely. They can, in essence, decide that works and what doesn’t, and this makes a Witch of Void a very interesting thing. 

In personality, they’d likely be a bit of a connundrum. Void Players tend to be quiet, withdrawn, a little unsure; they seem wholly Unimportant and like to stay that way, and are more than happy to let other people take the stage.

The Witch of Void is not like this. They decide what is and isn’t Irrelevant, what should be Hidden and what should be Seen. They’re vocal and loud; brash and fervent. You WILL look at this thing, but you don’t look at this other thing, no, you won’t even know that it exists. 

They like Obscure things, and probably work to try and keep those things purposefully Obscure, because they like the sense of Mystery it brings. Oh, you’ve never heard of this thing? It’s okay, it is pretty rare. You wouldn’t get it if you tried, but they can totally explain it to you - while leaving out all the main details, of course. 

They take centre stage and expect to be heard. Of course, they then fade away when they want to be Hidden, and that can make them horrendously annoying. They’re too there and too gone, hard to ignore and then outright impossible to find. 

They like to decide which parts of their lives are Hidden and which are in view, and that might not always be what people expect. For instance, they might happily show off that they goddamn adore My Little Pony, but only the really old generations that aren’t as well known anymore, and then Hide away an even bigger love, such as an Obscure anime series or videogame. 

They like their own privacy, but then invade others. There’s no Secrets around the Witch of Void, and that can make them very oblivious and sometimes upsetting. They might Reveal something you didn’t want being Known, or might confront you about something you thought you’d kept closely Hidden against your chest. They can come off as very upfront and rude because of it, but it isn’t intentional; they don’t often mean to hurt, and pointing out that they dislike people knowing their own Secrets is likely enough to get them to snap up shut again. 

They have the ability to decide what can be Hidden and what must face the Light, what should amount to Nothing and what is allowed Importance. They can turn the most Important in the entire game - such as the Narrative Construct - into absolutely Nothing at all. It would become completely Irrelevant, and as such, would never work - or they would simply hide it away so well that even the most determined of Light Players would never know of its existence.

They can erase the concept of Importance entirely, and replace it with an overarching sense of Irrelevancy. See how Important Vriska is to the storyline that she literally makes Jack Noir? The Witch of Void could completely counteract that by making Jack Noir have no actual effect on the Plot - or even by changing the concept of the Plot altogether. 

They’d be able to create Loopholes, Blackouts, missing Plot Pieces, and they’d be able to find them where they already exist. They could Control these things and guide them into something that suitably benefits the Witch - such as by hiding from view a very Important character until it’s completely vital that they appear. They could even use Loopholes to ensure that certain events never come to be, or create them from Nothing just because they damn well said so. 

This thing doesn’t make sense? The Witch of Void probably did that. Even the most basic concept could become completely impossible to understand if the Witch gets their hands on it, and they can spin you in circles around it until you just can’t stand to think on it anymore. They can, of course, also use these things that don’t make sense to their benefit; any part of SBURB lore that’s vague is a plaything for Witch, who can fill up those spaces with anything they so desire.

The Witch gets to decide if the Void should be there or not. They get to take it away and replace it with something else, get to fill it up with whatever they desire - and they can even just remove the Void without putting it anywhere else, or fill it up with things that didn’t already exist. 

For instance, that cupboard is empty? Not anymore! Now it’s filled with berries! Where did the berries come from? Nowhere! They just exist now! 

On a more serious note, though, this means that Witches of Void can fill Voids in the plot with anything they want. If there’s a Plothole that’s completely Irrelevant and has no effect on the Plot as a whole, they can just… take it away. They can get rid of anything relating to the Plothole entirely - such as by erasing the confusion over the Alpha Trolls’ whereabouts by erasing them from the story - or they can fill it in with something so Important it’ll blindside you - such as by revealling that actually the Alpha Trolls were the key to defeating LE all along. 

They can conjure things out of thin air and Hide them away just as quickly, quite literally from nothing - and might even have the ability to Alchemise without using any Grist as a basis. 

Hell, if we go far enough, a Witch of Void can screw up the entire concept of Alchemy altogether. You can’t grab “Nothing” and turn it into “something” - you have to convert that one thing into something else, like a sort of sacrifice - but the Witch of Void quite literally can. They can ignore this very basic law entirely and just make things without having to sacrifice anything in the process. 

They can walk through the Void with ease, and traverse even the most Unknown paths as if they were paved out clear as day, like a map just exists in their mind of anything that’s Hidden. In fact, nothing is truly Hidden from them at all; Lies and Truths are clear as day to them, so long as they actually feel like focusing on them - and they can make sure that some Lies or Truths stay completely Irrelevant if that’s what benefits them best. 

Of course, they can cause huge Blackouts, too - like most Void Players, except with actual purpose. It’d be like a giant ink splot over the Timeline; nobody would be able to see in it, even if the Witch was never there for the event itself. People might even just forget that the event happened at all, as if they suffered from acute amnesia. Their memories would either skip right over it or have a definite hole that they can’t dig into no matter how hard they try. 

If it was a person or thing that they wanted to Blackout then it would remain unseen long after the Witch is gone - as long as they needed it to be Irrelevant and unseen. 

Maybe that would mean that it physically LOOKS like a void - like you’d covered it in the blackest black known to man, and it just looks like a giant hole - and maybe that would mean a Players eyes just can’t comprehend it - that they see it, but they don’t register that it exists. 

When they become Realised, there’s nothing they can’t do. While a lot of their initial powers would be pretty harmless and basic - like just being Really Good at finding hidden things or just Arguing A Lot against what Nothingness and Irrelevancy means - all the things I stated above would come into play pretty much as soon as they Godtier.

They’d become much more responsible. Whereas before they were brash and loud, bursting through like a bulldozer and then sinking back into the shadows as they pleased, the Realised Witch of Void would slowly come to understand that there’s a time and a place for everything. 

They’d become a little more calculating, a little softer. They’d still hold that bright, out-there personality at times, but they’d be a little more somber and quiet. They might be so quiet at times that you even forget they’re in the room, and come off towards the end of the journey as a little shy and reserved. 

In truth, they’re just watching and waiting. Void Players can be patient when they need to be, and the Witch of Void will eventually come to understand that. It won’t be a complete 180, but it will be evident enough that they’ve grown, matured, and realised that there’s just a certain way to act that isn’t totally out there.

Still a bit of a hipster douche, though. Just a little less blunt about it.

Thief of Hope

The Thief of Hope is someone who Steals Hope for their own benefit, which is Positivity, Belief, Acceptance, Naivety/Gullibility, Euphoria, and the idea of a Stubborn Yes.

Thieves tend to genuinely Lack their Aspect. They’re one of the few Classes that really does suffer from an inate void of their Aspect from the get-go, and their Stealing ways often stems from a desperation to fill this void. They also tend to represent what their session has too much of, so they act as a sort of balancing feature for the people around them. 

Thieves of Hope, therefore, tend to suffer a lack of Hope. Deep inside, they are likely terrified and unsure, incapable of Believing in anything - most of all themselves - and suffer from a deep-seated Doubt of anything or anyone around them. They think they’re wrong, that everything is wrong, that there’s this innate wrongness about their very existence - and they desperately try to escape that by stealing the Positivity and Belief from other people.

You can imagine them as a sort of amalgamation of sorts. They snatch up bits and pieces of Belief from other people and make it their own, likely turning it into something entirely new or using it to emphasise their own Beliefs more. They might have a very specific ideology that they focus on, and Steal the core concepts of others to belittle anything that goes against their Belief, simultaneously powering it. 

They Steal the Euphoria people feel in various situations to gain that sense of Wonder for themself, siphoning it into the things they feel like they should enjoy. I guess in a way you can imagine that a Thief of Hope would steal the high someone gets from doing something like mild drugs (such as weed) or adrenaline-fuelled sports and use it to power themselves forward. They may even become a little reliant on it, because the crash that they feel when all of the good feelings are gone would be… catastrophic. 

That said, they would be boundless and filled with Optimism. Nothing could get them down, not even a little bit, and they would be horrifically stubborn. They just wouldn’t listen if something went against their way of thinking, and they’d Steal the Belief of the person they’re talking to in order to ensure that their way of thinking can’t be questioned. It’s their way or the highway, and they expect people to listen. 

They might also be a little… narcassistic. They’re so overly confident in their own powers and abilities and fuelled by Positive thinking and feelings that they might overdo it a bit. After all, nothing ever seems to go wrong when they’re around (because they Steal everything good from their enemies), so clearly that means nothing will EVER go wrong!

The lack they feel also means that they just desperately want to feel loved and validated. They might take this to mean that they have to be the bestest buddy ever with everyone, or it might mean that they want to be elevated to god-like status. They want to be worshiped because that’s the absolute opposite of how they feel when they’re not on their Hope high - and they are incredibly powerful, so they deserve it, anyway. 

Naturally, Stealing Hope means a lot of things. 

They can Steal the Belief from something or something, rendering them useless; a highly cherished and worshipped object would have no actual power, even if it originally did, and mircles surrounding it would cease to exist. A worshipped figure would fall out of favour, and people would begin to Doubt them even though there’s no evidence to suggest that they’re wrong - be that a person of value in a community, a religious figure, or a well-loved scientist. 

In turn, the Thief would take all that Belief and Reality for themselves. Everything they think and Believe in would magically come true, further validating the idea that they’re Right while everyone else is Wrong. They create their own fantasy and build it up with what they Steal, until it becomes Genuine and True. 

This can, of course, be very bad. For instance, if they don’t Believe that Quest Beds work… then nobody will be able to Godtier at all. They’d literally Steal that Reality and make it False - and when someone died on the Quest Bed and didn’t revive on Skaia, they’d just take that as confirmation that they were Right (because they must naturally always be Right). 

In fact, they can probably steal Rightness from people, too. If they are Right, then someone else must be Wrong - which would probably infuriate Light Players who know they’re Right, have evidence that they’re Right, have seen that they’re Right, and then suddenly the Thief shows up and they’re Wrong.

They can Steal the Positivity from people, leaving behind Fear and Anger and Doubt, while making themselves feel absolutely Wonderful. The Thief could literally make themself high on feelings, on good vibes, and go headlong into danger because Nothing Can Get Them Down! Of course, the fact that their enemies are now terrified of them helps - some may even be completely frozen in fear.

This can, of course, be used for good. If their foes start to question and Doubt themselves, their role in life, their actions and abilities, then taking them down gets much easier. If something was dangerous and Real - such as the Black King literally just starting the Reckoning - then the Thief can Steal that to make sure it’s not - thereby, for instance, making it so that the Black King’s unable to use the White King’s scepter. 

To become Realised, the Thief of Hope has to accept that they can’t just blindly Steal things. They have to come down from that high eventually, to let go of their overzealous Confidence. It’ll be hard, and it’ll actively go against everything they Believe in - and, honestly, this is the Thief that will struggle with this transition most - but they must eventually give in. 

Reality is harsh and it sucks, and they’re still allowed to change it, but they have to simmer down a little. Let their allies keep some Hope, let them Believe in things and let go of that chokehold around their own fervent Beliefs, and allow other people to feel Confident. It’s all well and good for the Thief to feel Brave if literally all of their allies have to struggle with Fear as a result. 

On top of that, they have to accept that lack within them. They need to recognise that it isn’t a bad thing, that their fears are unwarranted, that they can get to that point without Stealing absolutely everything they can get their hands on. 

In other words, instead of Stealing the Belief that everything is okay, they have to actually Believe it. They have to recognise that some of their Belief has to come from within, that they have to make it feel Real, without using their powers to MAKE it real. Once they do that, they’ll be much happier as people, much calmer, and much more likely to only Steal what needs to be Stolen. 

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[nerdtrash-iteration]

(Re)watching Doctor Who: series 8

So this was the first I saw of Peter Capaldi as the 12th Doctor outside of the odd YouTube compilation here and there. I was fairly sure I’d like him and wow I love him. Let’s jump into it. Series 8 (Twelfth Doctor) 8.1: Deep Breath I LOVED this opening episode. I had seen a lot of the funny regeneration stuff on YouTube already but it was great to see it in context. I think Twelve and Clara have excellent chemistry, loved seeing them bicker at the restaurant. Was legitimately chilled by the reveal of the clockwork people at the restaurant. Also loved the theming of the Doctor’s new face and what it means. Vastra and her veil, the Doctor saving Clara by using another face, the Doctor remarking to the Half-Faced Man that no real part of him remains. “You don’t even remember where you got that face from”. Also immediately taken by Missy. Excellent start. 8.2: Into the Dalek Slight step-down in quality here. Certainly an interesting premise, but I didn’t find myself overly interested in the setting nor the guest cast. Also wasn’t it obvious that fixing a Dalek would make it bad again? Why were they trying? I did like this episode for its character moments though. The Doctor to Journey Blue at the start trying to get her to be a better person: “C’mon, get it right”. And all of the interactions between him and the Dalek. Pretty compelling. Also Danny Pink seems alright so far, I like him. 8.3: Robot of Sherwood This episode is very goofy and the plot is really ehhh. But when I decided not to take it too seriously, I quite enjoyed it. I liked the banter between the Doctor and Robin. Wacky hijinks were wacky and fun. And I really liked the ending sentiment: “History can be a burden. Stories make us fly”. The rest of the guest cast weren’t used great but still a pretty fun episode. 8.4: Listen This is undoubtedly one of my favourite Doctor Who episodes ever now. It blew me away. Absolutely terrifying, particularly when the figure in the sheet was standing behind them. And the “DON’T OPEN THE DOOR” message. I also love all the theming about fear itself and the timey-wimey resolutions. Dying to rewatch it. 8.5: Time Heist I quite liked this episode. Fantastic opener. Pretty good side characters. And decent timey-wimey resolution. A lot of the cool concepts introduced here felt a bit underused though. Sure look, can’t be perfect. 8.6: The Caretaker This was a bit of a hard episode to watch. I do like the 12th Doctor a lot so far, but he was just awful towards Danny Pink in this episode. Like yeah I’m not a big fan of the military either but it felt really disproportionate. I’m glad he was called out and that he came around to Danny by the end. Quite liked the comedy moments between Clara and Danny. Plot was functional, but not the focus. 8.7: Kill the Moon I was warned beforehand that this episode had some awkward abortion metaphors afoot. I can definitely see that. First of all, I thought it was very well-paced and well-directed- the first half certainly felt scary enough and compelling. The guest cast really didn’t do it for me, only the captain was really worth noting. I do quite like Courtney though, even if she didn’t have much to do. I LOVED Clara’s outburst at the Doctor in the end, finally calling him out on his bullshit and how cold he can be. And okay the abortion stuff. I would consider the episode more of a trolley problem if not for the fact that they keep referring to the creature as a “baby”. And how it would “never feel the sun on its back”. I think it’s fine when stories make us uncomfortable and they need to challenge us through that. It was a legitimately hard decision, as abortion is for many people who are affected by it. In any other story, I would think framing the option of sparing a living creature as the right one is fine. But in a story with too many resemblances to an abortion metaphor, it just left a bad taste in my mouth. Also I was seriously bothered by how lacking in consequence the episode is. They vaguely allude to possible bad consequences of getting rid of the moon, but they really don’t take them seriously. The tides would be hella messed up, the internet being gone is more than just “doing without mobile phones”, Clara, Jesus Christ. As a friend pointed out to me, killing the creature with nuclear bombs would be extremely dangerous with all that radiation. And at the end it’s all fine???? The creature lives, lays a new egg exactly the same size as the old one (HOW??????) and the Earth suffers no consequences. I thought justifying it by saying this encourages humanity to get back into space was ehhhh. It really felt like the writer was desperate to have some kind of consequence. I still liked the episode overall, there were things I liked. But I can see why it can get many people heated. 8.8: Mummy on the Orient Express I was a bit disappointed in this episode as I had it quite hyped up by others. One of the main problems I found was that the set-up wasn’t given enough time. Like the Doctor realising that the train is full of experts: all he has to go on is the alien mythologist and the engineer. He really needed to find more people. Also the plot was resolved very quickly. Like the writer was running out of time and needed to wrap it up quick. It was a cool idea, having a soldier who is forced to stay alive, but I felt it could have been used better here. However I did really like a lot of the side characters here, particularly the engineer and Ms Pitt. I really like how it relates to the previous episode, with the development of Clara and the Doctor’s relationship. Really great stuff there, and they’re so good together. 8.9: Flatline This was a really fun episode! I loved the concept of the 2D invaders. Definitely creative and very creepy. I loved what they do with the TARDIS to make it an almost Doctor-lite episode. Really like how Clara takes charge. I’m not a fan of her lying to Danny about being back with the Doctor, it just feels like unnecessary drama. But a great episode apart from that with fun side characters. 8.10: In the Forest of the Night Huuuuuuuh. I had heard this wasn’t a great episode and yeah, this ain’t it. There are things to like though. I really like how the Doctor interacts with Maebh and the other kids. I think the kids that have speaking roles are decently funny and quite realistic. Quite like Danny and Clara together in this. But the plot is absolute bonkers and very unsatisfying for me. The details were frustratingly vague and honestly felt like it was being improvised on the spot. The consequences of the forest not being explored much, the premise doesn’t really interest me, Maebh being psychic was ehh, her sister coming back really made no sense at the end. The plot unfortunately reminded me of Small Worlds, which is one of my least favourite Torchwood episodes. 8.11: Dark Water I have mostly positive feelings on this finale with a few quibbles. I LOVE Missy. So much. Fantastic iteration of the Master. I wish I could like the kissing scene more, but she did kiss the Doctor without his consent. Which does make me uncomfortable. Aside from that, I think she’s great. I think the use of negative refraction to hide the Cybermen suits is really cool. I struggle a bit to get my head around the fact that there is an afterlife of sorts in the Doctor Who universe but eh, I can roll with it. I don’t know how to feel about Danny Pink’s death. I’m writing this after I’ve seen the next episode, so I know it’s permanent. I mistakenly thought he would be in series 9 so I initially didn’t take his death as seriously. But yeah wow it was really sudden and sad :( I don’t know how to feel about Clara’s behaviour at the beginning of the episode. It seemed a bit of a leap but I do get it. 8.12: Death in Heaven This is a really bombastic and action-packed finale which is really fun. Loved the names being switched in the opening and Clara’s eyes instead of the Doctor’s eyes being used. Tripped me up a bit. Like having Kate Stewart and Osgood back (for a bit). Love how Missy behaves while captured, some really compelling stuff there between her and the Doctor, and also Osgood. Clara and Danny’s interactions were certainly tragic, but I found it hard to believe that he didn’t obey Missy’s orders like the rest. Bit of a stretch but okay. Also why did the Doctor feel the need to connect him to the Cyber hive mind? Surely it was obvious what the Cybermen’s plan was. I also found it hard to believe the Doctor would try and kill Missy, but I guess Clara pushed him to that. I thought the Brig’s inclusion at the end was a bit cheesy but quite sweet, I did like that. I felt the theming with the Doctor being a good man wasn’t super satisfying here, but this is only the first third of 12′s run on the show. I know there is more to come. Also the ending scene with 12 and Clara hugging and lying to each other was so sad :( I remember friends of mine watched this at the time of airing and really didn’t enjoy the writing of the first few episodes and it was how they lost interest in Doctor Who. People can like and dislike different things, but i really don’t see where the backlash is coming from? I loved this series. There were some dodgy episodes here and there but I loved the central focus of 12 and Clara’s relationship. They are so great together. Listen is one of my favourite ever Doctor Who episodes now. And I love Missy. Really fun series and excited for series 9.

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Emile settled in the waiting room, book in his hands and once he was seated in the cool chairs, he placed it on his lap. He was not sure why he was here. Well, that was not quite true - he knew why but he did not know how it just came to this. It had all started with some talk in class, then his teachers talking to him a lot in private and sending him to the guidance counsellor. Up until now, he still had no idea why he would need so much time spent around adults when he was so young and should take time to find friends and learn because he was in school. Were people not supposed to learn in school? Now he was sitting here. The adults having assigned him with something they called therapy. He did have some sort of introductory talk before and he was allowed to say what kind of therapist person he wanted to have. He had chosen someone with a funny name. He did not know his surname and usually, he was not allowed to know or use the first names of adults but he was allowed this time! He was sitting there, flipping the b´page of his book - actually, it was a comic book but he read books too! Sometimes... He just liked comic books more. Everything was good in comic books and it taught him many things about people and relationships like friendships. “Emile Picani” A voice called out his name, bringing him back to reality and away from the space adventure that was happening to his favourite group. Again, he really liked comics and that one was about people who wanted to unite a lot of societies not just across one but many planets! It was a huge task and sometimes, they questioned everything and wondered whether they could do it or not. He could oddly relate to it. Why? He did not know, not really. Emile got up and walked over to the receptionist who had welcomed him at first. He flashed the nice man in front of him a smile and was told a room number to go to so he would see the man who was supposed to heal his mind. What was so wrong about his mind? He did not know that either, he just thought a lot and felt so little. When he felt, it was so strong, he did not like it so he usually just smiled it away. It made interactions much easier, too! Especially with people who did not like him too much. The teen nodded and smiled again, the corners of his lips pushing up and invading the area of his cheeks for just a moment before he let them retreat to their usual position. He walked, his steps echoing through the halls. There were paintings and some other things hanging and it kind of smelled of tea. Well, he enjoyed tea. Tea was warm. In no time, he had found the room number. There were just about three rooms, nothing he could really miss and the numbers increased from left to right as the door indicated. The adolescent moved along and stopped before the door, extending his hand to knock - he was a polite child after all! But before he could even move his fist towards the wood, a voice called. “Alright, come in, I am only waiting for you - nobody else, hun.” Emile blinked, his heart thumping against his chest. Maybe he was nervous now, he was not sure but it made him shift a bit before he pressed against the door to let himself in. The door had neither been closed nor fully opened so the angled had not let him see the therapist before. He was still curious about seeing a man who was called Remy. It seemed so funny to him. “Just close the door. I made you tea, lemon is alright with you? We gotta spill some scalding shit here so we should get to it as soon as possible.” Emile could sense his chest constricting a tad as a heavy and grey cloud shoved itself into his mind. Was this a test or something people would ask him just to tell him he was wrong like his parents did? He was not sure but he liked lemon tea, he guessed. He only drank tea when he was sick and he liked lemons but they were really sour. Still, that made it somewhat better. Sour things made him laugh and it was better than jokes he heard that he did not understand or made fun of people who were female or blond or working as caretakers. His parents had only agreed to have him go there under swearing against him and accusing him of causing so much trouble. Also, they said things about Remy in a mean tone after they heard that he was supposed to be counselled by a man. What was wrong with that? He did not know. Everyone could be a superhero after all and just change the world! And he would do the same, hopefully. He would make the world better and make himself proud and find awesome friends who were nice like him! “uh-um..”, he stuttered out, still holding onto the door he had pushed aside before. It was a division between the outside and Remy’s office, it was between him and the stranger with the nice smelling tea. The man was dressed in black from what he could see. Black pants and a leather jacket but he could only see him from the back because he was probably getting the tea he had referred to. It smelled like tea. Not much but there was the faint scent of something strong in the air. Yes, the fruity fragrance of lemons as he knew them was floating around the area and gracing his nostrils ever so gently. But there was more, there was a strong and dark smell and it was somewhat sweet and soothing. He liked the smell. If it smelled a lot like this in here, then probably these visits would be easy to manage. “Em, right? I won’t eat you. I want the door closed so nobody listens to what you tell me about. Alright?”, the voice piped up once more. It was then that he realised how the voice was space. The voice gave him room and choice and while he was unsure about the stranger before him, the voice seemed … neutral. There was nothing dark nor was there anything light about it and if he had to give Remy’s voice a colour, then he would probably call it some sort of green thing, but .. the olive kind of green that looked tasty but also rather reserved. It was powerful and somewhat endearing. He did not exactly know how to deal with that so just did as he was not told but suggested to act before. So the teen closed the door, carefully pushing the handle down to not make any noise. Never make a noise. It was a rule. One of the many rules not written anywhere but learned from experience and many, many mistakes. He knew them by heart. While Emile went over to the couch where nothing and nobody was but the promise of the start of something interesting, something vague and oddly appealing, he dwelled on his thoughts for a bit. Rules were good. He did not know the ruled for therapy but he could ask Remy about it or just dive into it and learn from his mistakes because Remy would show him. But what if that would end in a lot of hurt, too? He sighed in order to calm himself and settled onto the couch, his fingers rubbing against the comic that was still in his left. The adolescent sat on the couch, knees angled and feet pressed into the ground as the dark figure was shaking his hips and humming. Did tea take this long? The answer was in the room for no longer than the thought had crossed his mind because Remy turned around, dark brown tray in his hands which he carried before his chest and brought over as he approached the younger client. Emile shrunk into himself and shifted into the corner of the couch that was further away from Remy. The therapist was wearing.. sunglasses? The man in black settled the tray onto a clear coffee table between the couch he was on and the recliner the elder eventually settled on. Black boots clacked snappily as he dropped into the piece of furniture which simply groaned in reply. The teenager noted the white shirt on the other. So he was not all black! For some reason, he had already wondered. Not that he would have minded it. Somehow, the idea was actually soothing. However, the other was wearing this eggshell white shirt with a black imprint on it. “Sleep” Uh.. why sleep? Was he sleep? Did he need sleep? Did he want people to sleep? Was Emile supposed to get something out of this or not? Again, bugs and spiders crawled up the rope that were strings leading up to his heart, connecting his body’s whole organisation to it and stabilising the important organ. The thought had something iffy about it and he felt his hand flinch away, dropping his comic book. “Oh, I- I am s-so..sorry!”, he blurted out immediately, his voice hot in a rushed stutter. It was like running on a clock.. The time was running fast, so fast and chasing after him that he was so confused and stressed about it, he could not help but get his feet tangled up under his lungs that threatened to collapse when the world was so scary and never stopped haunting him no matter how much he cried and screamed for it to stop. The teenager quickly dropped to his knees, his hands scarping over the carpet underneath his comic book before he could manage to gather it in his hands and scoop it up with him. His actions felt so rushed, his head was a bit dizzy when he got back up to the couch and turned around to meet Remy before he could crush down over him like the bolting world that was on his feet, the walls of smoke and breathlessness catching up to him after he would stumble over his own anxiety and finally bust himself into the ground beneath him. Remy had not moved, he was sitting there, getting comfortable and barely minding his business. Emile felt hot. So hot, he must have been sweating even though he barely did anything. “You reading comics?” Emile felt exposed. Did he do something wrong? He was the kid with the hands on the biscuit jar but there were no biscuits in it, there never had been any. The client swallowed and let his head snap down. Upon realising that bowing his head instinctively did not count as nod, he immediately jerked his face upwards again and repeatedly nodded. Remy crossed one leg over another, his lips doing a weird thing that Emile could not describe. It was like.. if his mouth had a hand to move it as if to present something or introduce someone, then this would have been the thing his lips just did. They kinda.. kinda turned up to one side but just a bit so Emile might have been wrong. He was wrong about a lot of things so he probably should not say anything about it. He usually thought he saw things but people told him there was nothing or he must have imagined it. And adults were always right, right? They would be alarmed over bad things so if they did not react, it would be all fine because there was no danger. Right? The therapist did not move, did not do anything. Emile did not even know whether he was looking at him or perhaps spontaneously asleep. His mom did it sometimes. Sitting across him and falling asleep but when he would move, it was just enough for her to wake up and snap at him to stop moving. Was this another test? Like the tea? Emile placed the comic back onto his lap and sighed carefully, his fingers entangling. The therapist did not really say much, just reached for the teacup that was his. The liquid in it looked dark, kind of reddish but it was soothing too. It was probably the source of all that nice smell and it fit into the whole room. “Sounds metal. What are you reading?” Emile furrowed his eyebrows and thought about it. With a little bit of deliberation, he carefully picked up the comic book and squeezed it between his fingers before he handed it over. Remy made a gesture, placed his cup down after sipping from the steaming liquid and then took the book. The lemon tea before Emile was steaming and he looked at the little water particles dancing in the little light that was in the room. Again, that was another thing he did not understand. Were all therapy rooms so dark? It felt like a dragon’s liar in the interesting comic books he got his hands on sometimes. The library did not allow certain things for teens to be taken home but he could read them locally if nobody caught him. He had read this in one of these. Usually, they were in some sort of cave with little light and that was usually coming from warm shines of fire. The light in here? Filtered through dark curtains that had funny patters with many shapes and colours. Funny looks. But he would not know how to explain it. Just very loaded with a lot of round shapes. The colours felt.. natural instead of flashy. It was nice to have such a comfortable darkness but with a stranger around, he kind of felt ...not so comfortable. In school, everything was showered in light and he was uncomfortable too. At home, everything was always illuminated by white lights and he hated those too. They hurt his eyes. He kept looking around a bit, not knowing what he was supposed to do, really. Remy flipped the library good in his hands and adjusted his glasses. “Star strikers, huh..” He received the comic back with shaky hands and carefully hugged it against his chest. Was the comic bad? Did he do a bad thing? “Yo, Em. Do me a favour and don’t spoiler me the thing. I only just started and don’t need someone to tell me the ending - I know this is the second to last volume.” The adolescent blinked. What? There was so much information in this response that he had to slowly unpack it like after a big grocery shopping trip when he had to put all things away. It was always one by one. At first, he had been really overwhelmed with these things but now he was used to it. He was, however, not used to someone talk to him like this... like a person who did not expect something from him for performance but who wanted to hear him for him being him. It was more than shooting the solutions for some question on a test or saying whether he did his chores or not. “uh-uh.. d-do you.. you kn-kno,. know it?” Dang this silly stutter! It was so ridiculous! He hated hearing it so much, it was so unpleasant and made others feel stupid around him like he was making fun of them and he did not. If Remy thought that maybe he w- “Oh yeah, I actually just started the series. It is pretty good so far. They are from the library?” Emile nodded carefully. Only his mind held him back from smiling but his heart was betraying his logic, telling him that he was allowed to hope now. “The library has good ones. If you want, I can bring you another one you should try next time. You seem to be about to finish the series in a hot minute.” Emile tilted his head a bit, his heart jumping delicately like a cat trying to reach for a certain bit of funny loose strings that were just attention-grabbing enough for them to spend time on it and invest energy in jumping against it and claw for the teasing treat. “Y-you wh.. you would w-what?” Remy shrugged his shoulders and gestured vaguely into no specific direction. “You heard me, Em. I will trade comics with you. Just be nice to them and don’t roll them up into a joint or whatever kids your age usually do.” The adolescent blinked rapidly at the words, trying to process the whole load of information that was just dumped onto him. It sort of felt like social interaction usually went for him. Or what science class felt like on some days. After some more time of just staring at the therapist with a slightly agape mouth (much like a fish through the thick glass it was behind), he eventually got himself to simply let his head lean in a bit as if to indicate a nod. It was more a shadow of a rather crappily executed nod and nobody would take it serious but Remy made a sound of acknowledgement before sipping on his tea again. Oh. The tea. Yeah, damn. He was.. he was not focused on the tea at all. He should probably drink it before Remy would think of him as a rude rowdy kid. His hands extended to the tea and they gently wrapped around them. At first, just carefully tapping against the presumably hot mug to test the current temperature and palpability. He blew it and gently sipped a bit at the hot liquid. It was not steaming too much anymore and it was hot but not scalding at last. When he swallowed, his body felt familiarly warm inside and he could not help but smile and curl up, mug In his hands. Emile cuddled into the corner of the couch and carefully continued blowing at the tea and carefully drinking it in minuscule steps. “Thanks”, he mumbled softly, “it is really good.” Remy nodded, a little smile hushing over his face for just a moment. Emile acknowledged the the sight but his mind wondered whether it was just the shades on his face bringing a shadow over his lips for long enough he might just assume it to be a smile. Or even wish for it. Maybe it was just the curtains moving a bit so it drew a little darkness over Remy. More darkness then there was already in the room. The afternoon sun streamed into the room but it was mostly blocked off after all. “You are welcome, Em. If you want to, you can tell me a bit about yourself. You are probably not here to just drink tea after all - at least I hope so. I am sort of too expensive for just a bit of tea. Oh, well. I do have some badass biscuits if you want to try them.” He reached over to get a little jar from the lower part of the coffee table. It was one of these tables that was basically having two levels of space for putting and storing things. Emile did not know why but he sure liked them. They were practical and usually looked nice. It was also a bit magical to just take something out from underneath and suddenly have a whole new object to acknowledge around you. It also saved space and hid things away. He liked hiding things away to make sure they were safe from people getting his things.. Emile shifted a bit. Oh, the question. There was more than just drinking tea and eating biscuits to this after all. “Uh.. um, well..”, he started but trailed off as his mind warped around him like a clingy toddler, refusing to do what it was supposed to do when it technically could just do that without too much trouble other than a bit of effort. “Mhm..”, he hummed. Then his shoulders rose up and dropped for a shrug. “I g-guess my te-teach..teachers were re-.. uh.. really (!) wo-worried b-b-but .. I uh.. I m-mean.. I d-do not kno-knoww. Mhm.. I-I think it is s-stupid- m-my pa-parents say it-it is-WoAH !!” The adolescent had started out well and was doing his best to keep up with all the new things around him. But. But this?? He grabbed his tea, his fingers curling around it like greedy bastards who would not let go off their treasure without a whole lot of a fight. Did something just hit him? Did…- His eyes found Remy before him, looking for help and explanations. Remy held about every explanation he could have needed. The therapist leaned back again, legs crossing once more. In just a moment of stuttering some thoughts out of his system and checking his tea and fingers rather than looking at the other, so much had happened. The man was holding a bright orange thing of plastic… the shape- the shape reminded him of one of these guns they used int the comic they had just talked about. Plasma blasters. But it was quite as big or simple. It looked oddly intricate as if to make an expression with neon orange and some grass green features to it. It gave it some depth and Remy added to the reality of the aesthetic by blowing non-existent steam off the barrel as if it had been hot from the shot he had just fired at the clueless adolescent. ..The pose also made him look like some sort of comical cowboy, Emile thought. Remy looked like the most non-threatening adult ever. His bullets did not even hurt. “You might want to rephrase this.” The therapist’s voice sounded deeper and Emile would swear into his adult years that the whole room had gotten several shades darker and the temperature multiple degrees cooler in just a moment of exchanging what he assumed to be eye contact. …Maybe he did not hurt him but the tone of his words still gave his mind the right push to start thinking again. Emile blinked and looked back at the calming, yellowish, murky colour of his tea. “I -I.. mhm”, he hummed and sighed at the beverage in his hands. Emile took another sip. Calm, stead. Warming and soothing. “The-the t-teachers are-are w-worried. I um.. I ehr.. b-be..behave u-unlike other k-k-kids.” Remy nodded. “Very good. Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you. And you won’t say mean things about your issues. I don’t give two fucks about what your parents or teachers think. I am the professional here and it is on me to determine what the fuck is going on - if there is anything going on with you that troubles you a lot. Got it?” Emile swallowed, his grip around the mug loosening a bit and his lungs felt..patted softly. “Y-yes.” “Great. You’re doing well, Em. Take a biscuit.” It continued after this. Whenever Emile would say even one remotely degrading thing about himself and his issues, Remy would shoot. On the other hand, talking about himself in neutral or positive terms was encouraged with praises and nods or even smiles. When Emile learned a new thing, he would get a biscuit and was allowed to ask a question about Remy (to be asked now or later). When Emile looked back at this day, he knew with a confident certain of 1+1=2 that this had been the day he had met Remy, the day he finally received a perspective for a life, an actual life in the future. It was also the day to fuel his interest in other people and social interactions. So much that it sparked the interest within him to be a mind doctor like Remy. A person who knew things and read others for their own benefit. Even after therapy and treatment, Emile had seen Remy as his unconventional yet helpful mentor who got him out of his neglectful and loveless home and through studying psychology until he was a licensed therapist himself. His present had been the gun that had stroked him with the idea of other people being wrong about him. It had been Remy’s arm to reach out for him and get some sense into his mind and open his eyes to see just how bad people around him could be and how harmful internalised prejudice and hatred was. Even self-hatred.

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anon   said :      mason   was   royalty   right ??   were   they   like   their   species   equivalent   of   a   prince ?      im   inch   rested   in   the   alien   hierarchy .   what   was   that   like ?      please   give   ur   adoring   fans   the   Lore .      unless   u   don’t   want   2   like   it’s   secret   then   that’s   ok   too   I   love   u   

oh   anon,      first   of   all,      i   still   don’t   have   fans   and   secondly,      thanks   for   being   invested   uwu

just   a   fair   warning,      since   this   is   v   important   to   my   blog   this   is   gonna   get   long   and   won’t   go   under   a   cut   and   i’m   sorry   if   it’s   all   a   mess   and   not   sorted   but   it’s   late   and   i   keep   remembering   shit   that   needs   to   go   into   this   okay .

to   get   into   the   lore   let’s   explore   mason’s      (      maisaaint’s      )      species   for   a   short   moment .      mason   is   a   so-called   AORLUT,      a   semi-corporal   non-gendered   species   known   for   hiding   their   weakest   points   on   a   different   plane   of   existence .      they   are,      in   the   easiest   to   explain   sense,      all   eldritch   horrors   with   shifting      ❛     bodies     ❜      that   change   when   necessary   and   can   easily   survive   as   a   parasite .      however,      since   everybody   hides   their   weakest   parts   on   a   different   plane   of   existence   it   means   these   multi-dimensional   fuckers   all   see   each   other   how   they   actually   look   all   the   time,      while   other   creatures   only   see   certain   limbs .      (      see   here   for   a   very   vague   description   of   what   mason   actually   looks   like   and   then   know   their   offsprings   look   like   very   round   squids   and   this   is   100%   a   baby   picture   of   mason   okay      )

aorluts      are   also   known   for   having   one   of   the   most   complex,      impossible   to   learn   and   yet   efficient   languages .      it   is   a   mix   of   clicking,      whistling,      something   that   sounds   like   high   pitched   screeching   and   underwords      (      which   i   have   explained   here   but   is   basically   up   to   three   words   spoken   at   the   very   same   time .      )      this   language   is   absolute   bullshit   to   anyone   hearing   it   but   makes   communication   extremely   quick   and   leaves   no   room   for   wrong   interpretations . (      something   mason   can’t   keep   up   in   english   but   since   they   already   have   to   talk   slowed   down,      they   find   joy   in   deliberately   talking   around   the   truth   esp   concerning   their   own   heritage .      )

lastly,      about   the   species,      not   all   of   them   are   touch   telepathic       &      empathic .      mason   in   that   regard   is   an   absolute   outliner   since   their   ability   is   not   just   rare   but   also   stronger   than   with   most   of   those   blessed      /      cursed   with   it .      most   aorluts   with   touch   empathy   are   usually   just   able   to   skim   surface   emotions   using   parts   of   their   bodies   where   the   nerves   are   concentrated   the   most,      whereas   mason      (      royalty      )      doesn’t   just   rely   on   their   most   sensitive   body   parts   but   can   literally   feel   what   other   aorluts   would   feel   with   every   inch   of   their   being .      as   a   human   that   translated   to   their   most   sensitive   bits   of   skin   and   not   skin   allowing   them   to   jump   right   into   someone’s   mind .      (      they   could   do   a   lot   of   damage   in   there   if   they   really   wanted ;      see   william   for   example   even   tho   that   was   just   a   stress-related   accident .      )

next   up :      the   home   planet .      it   technically   doesn’t   have   a   name   like   earth   is   earth   but   instead   has   a   category   and   every   aorlut   will   just   call   it   by   that   category      (      or   alternatively :      home      ) .       MSR,      pronounced   every   letter   on   its   own   and   best   said   as   underwords,      is   a   hugely   nebulous      &      mostly   water-covered   planet   with   flat   buildings   that   stretch   across   the   land   and   then   go   far      &      deep   into   the   sea .      since   aorluts   are   multi-dimensional,      breathing   underwater   or   in   any   non-ideal   environment   is   really   not   an   issue   and   therefore   their   architecture   is   mostly   focused   on   building   structurally   sound   houses   instead   of   checking   that   life   can   exist   in   these   sometimes   extreme   circumstances .      in   a   way,      this   is   a   defence   mechanism   towards   strangers   but   also   is   just   to   some   degree   based   on   their   long   history   of   isolation   and   not   having   connected   to   other   species   even   though   they   could   have   made   contact   a   long   time   ago .

moving   on :      mason   is   in   fact   space   royalty   and   was   supposed   to   be   the   next   in   line   for   the   throne .       msr   is   governed   by   a   monarchy   with   democratic   influences .      the   royals   cannot   be   voted   and   are   either   born   into   the   bloodline   or   adopted   if   their   abilities   are   seen   to   be   amongst   royal   levels   but   their   decision   can   be   overthrown   if   the   majority   of   the   population   is   for   or   against   something .       that   being   said,      the   monarchy   wasn’t   just   responsible   for   their      ❛    country    ❜      but   had   a   hand   in   all   the   planets   businesses   and   the   parts   of   the   quadrant   they   owned .      in   case   anyone   is   wondering,      no,      they   didn’t   go   around   willy   nilly   fighting   and   claiming   parts   of   space   but   in   fact   mostly   just   protected   themselves   when   under   fire,      bought      ❛    property    ❜     off   of   poorer   civilisations   and   on   one   memorable   occasion,      won   a   big   chunk   of   their   quadrant   in   a   game   of   poker .      (      it   is   somewhat   unfair   to   play   poker   when   your   opponent   can   only   see   your   tentacles   but   really   that’s   on   them   for   even   trying .      )

so   yes,      in   every   sense   of   aorlut   tradition,      mason   is   royalty .      they’re   both   born   into   the   bloodline   and   would've   been   taken   up   anyways   for   their   strong   telepathic   &   empathic   abilities   since   in   aorlut   culture   knowledge   about   others   is   considered   one   of   the   most   valuable   things .      (      spoilers   here :      mason   isn’t   too   keen   on   invading   other   people’s   mind’s   but   can’t   imagine   living   without   the   constant   buzzing   of   being   able   to   feel   someone   else’s   surface   emotions   in   their   head .      )

anyways,      yes   mason   is   the   space   equivalent   of   a   prince/ ss   with   a   shit   ton   of   power   and   was   raised   as   such   but   found   there   to   be   no   adjustment   period   at   all   upon   landing   on   earth .      after   all,      they   had   other   things   they   needed   to   prioritise   above   being   treated   like   a   monarch   and   by   the   time   that   was   sorted   they   had   learned   the   word   dude   and   knew   about   the   comfort   of   old   hoodies   and   they   haven’t   looked   back   at   their   royal   comforts   ever   since .

since   the   lifespan   of   an   aorlut   is   rather   vague   even   for   themselves,      nobody   ever   really   knows   when   exactly   an   aorlut   will   stop   existing   safe   for   starting   to   anticipate   it   around   a   certain   age .      (      as   it’s   customary   for   the   eldest   to   just   wake   up   one   day   and   know   it’s   time   if   they   want   to   go .      )      however,      since   the   species   is   multi-dimensional   ageing   is   a   weird   thing   and   once   an   aorlut   is   no   longer   considered   a   child   they’ll   start   to   look   like   something   weirdly   between   a   young   adult   or   a   middle-aged   dad   until   the   day   they   die .      death   for   an   aorlut   btw   isn’t   bad,      it’s   simply   them   pulling   themselves   fully   onto   a   plane   of   existence      ❛   living    ❜     aorluts   can’t   follow       (      according   to   the   belief      )      and   it’s,      therefore,      more   socially   acceptable   to   just   vanish   than   die   amongst   loved   ones   or   on   the   battlefield .

anyways   back   to   the   drama  :      mason   knew   they   were   about   to   inherit   the   throne   but   couldn’t   pinpoint   when   exactly   it   was   supposed   to   happen   and   as   the   one   directly   in   line   for   it,      there   was   no   doubt   with   anyone   that       maisaaint   rl'flem      would   soon   be   the   next   monarch .      yet,      greed   and   envy   are   concepts   older   than   humanity   and   can   be   found   in   many   many   other   species,      such   as   mason’s   for   example .      this   is   btw   where   the   google   doc   picks   up,      a   coup   was   staged      (      mostly   against   mason      )      and   injured,      with   a   broken   ship   and   their   pets,      they   just   about   managed   to   escape . this   proved   for   those   against   the   monarchy   that   mason,      although   extremely   powerful   in   their   telepathy      (      to   unknown   levels       ),      wasn’t   fit   to   be   a   leader   since   they   didn’t   see   this   coming .      in   a   way,      however,      mason   knew   this   would   happen   which   is   the   only   reason   they   actually   managed   to   get   out   alive .

hurt   and   betrayed,      mason   crash   landed   their   broken   ship   on   earth   and   just   knew   that   their   family   had   been   eradicated .      they   were   in   pure   agony   physically   and   mentally   when   encountering   william   and   trying   to   read   his   mind,      which   is   then   also   the   first   time   they   realised   the   full   extent   of   their   powers   and   understood   they   could’ve   defended   themselves   with   but   a   few   touches .

back   home   on   msr,      the   news   of   the   vanished   heir   spread   extremely   quickly   and   most   people   just   assumed   mason,      like   their   family,      had   retreated   to   the   other   plane   of   existence,      leaving   the   monarchy   fallen   and,      surprisingly,      allowing   for   the   rise   of   a   purely   democratic   new   government .

#˹ * ⋆ ˎˊ ⟷ & meta ˼ #long post #okay my brain is mush #turns out formatting was a vibe check in its own #my vibes are v exhausted rn

[fuckyeahfightlock]

I was curious if you liked being looked at in public (by strangers and acquaintances alike). Do you like that kind of attention?

What an interesting and vaguely stalkerish question. Just kidding! But really please don’t stalk me.

Anyway, jokes aside, my quick answer is No.

Nothing makes me happier about having reached middle age than the fact no one is fucking looking at me anymore. It’s so freeing. I feel a lot less threatened (see: middle-aged man following my skinny 20-year-old ass for blocks before I finally got into my building and locked the door behind me while he stood staring through the glass. see also: men hissing out windows at me while I walked home from work in my 20s. see also: men invading my personal space while I was perfectly happy dancing alone at the goth club back in the day. See also, see also, ad infinitum). I also feel less like I’m performing my life for others.

Sometimes this ventures into weird territory, though; I think probably related to my history of dissociative disorder, I frequently–not forget, exactly–but sort of forget, that people can see me. To put it more specifically, every now and then I become aware that people can see me (not that they are looking at me, merely that they can see I exist), and it’s a surprise. Triple surprise if they talk to me. Billion surprise if they compliment my appearance. I feel invisible, not in a bad way. I just feel apart. That’s probably weird. I don’t care.

All that said, I still dress carefully and make up my face every day, even just to run the kids to school or similar. Because it’s fun and I like to look a certain way (ie, not like a slob, soccer mom, or like someone who thinks no one can see her OH THE IRONY). I’m not saving my best looks for some other, undefined, special time. If all I do is run the kids to school, I may as well do it in whore red lipstick and a black dress that brushes the ground behind my heels, because what am I saving that for? Some day when I’m, what, a rock star? I may as well save it for the day I’m an astronaut because both are equally likely. This is my life, and I know how short it could be, so I dress and paint and dye it the way I like.

The few times that stick out as being really pleasant occasions when people have paid attention to my look/s all fall into a similar category. I love when “my people” compliment me. Women (at a Morrissey gig a pair of sisters approached me and my sister to tell me how cute I looked in my rockabilly hair and DIY rhinestone-bedazzled Moz t-shirt). Goths (this happens less nowadays as I interact less with other goths than I once did, but my people know a good eyeliner wing when they see it, and they don’t hold back). People who ask politely to take my photo (this hasn’t happened in ages, but once at the club a photographer gave me his card, “models needed” and I swear I probably still have it), or even people who try to sneak a photo (girl on the subway once in the ‘90s who was NOT SUBTLE with her disposable camera). Kind attention that doesn’t want anything from me is always refreshing and delightful.

Too bad all that gross, invasive attention from gross, invasive men kind of made me prefer invisibility.

#Anon ask #personal #long post

[knightingale-xiv]

A - Z Headcanon for Chip

Alignment :: What would be their D&D alignment? How might it come into play?

Chip used to be Chaotic Good back when I first started playing him, although now he could be considered lawful good. He doesn't like going against the flow anymore and will very rarely, if ever, sacrifice his morals.

Beverage :: What do they most like to drink, and why?

Chip enjoys a variety of juices, although he prefers orange juice. He HAS had alcohol before, but he doesn't like the feeling or taste. Besides, juice is good for you!

Co-Habitate :: Do they live with anyone? What’s “need to know” before moving in?

He currently lives with a Mercenary company, but he tries to keep to himself. He is honestly an easy person to live with as he has few possessions and keeps clean.

Decor :: What kind of home do they keep? Are there any defining details?

Chip lives a very spartan life, having been an urchin for most of his life, however there will always be some sort of goblin themed decor wherever he lives.

Escape :: What do they do to destress? How successful is it?

Chip typically trains, even now, when too stressed. Punching a dummy is a good stress relief. Reading and studying is also a way he unwinds. Typically neither is super succesful, but he calms down on his own with time.

Fluff :: What hits their soft spot? Does anything them into emotional goo?

Everything and anything nice directed towards him.

Grudge :: How bad does an insult go over? Do they hold a grudge long?

Chip doesn't hold grudges, and insults just roll off him. He had an incredibly thick skin with most insults, although he often feigns insult for a laugh. The only time he will get upset is if someome insults his former alter ego, the Goblin Avenger. He may not condone violence anymore, but he loved being the Goblin Avenger.

Hobby :: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising?

Chip is actually a talented artist, drawing things that inspire him. (I am unfortunately not)

Insomnia :: What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper?

Chip sleeps regularly, and mildly snores. He does have some restless nights when he thinks about his short stint in the Immortal Flames, but they are few and far between.

Jaded :: Do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? What’s their standard?

He does believe in happily ever after, for most people at least, but he doesn't really think its going to be easy. He believes you have to work for your happy ending, and will never give up on it...even if he may change tactics sometimes.

Kin :: What’s their role among their relations? Do they consider others family?

He has one person he considers family, although he has not seen her in some time, Arcian Martell. She initially trained him in hand to hand combat and gave him his first home. She also helped him open his first light chakra, as he was getting dangerously close to opening a Shadow chakra first. Outside of that, he doesn't know who his birth family is, as they abandoned him as a child.

Law :: What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it?

Chip was, for lack of a better term, a vigilante when he was younger. He had little consideration for the Brass Blades, thinking of them as corrupt. Now, Chip follows most laws to the letter. He will still flex at times, but only if it aligns with his morals to do so.

Magic :: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock?

Chip is not gifted in magicks such as Arcanima and Conjury, but he has a certain level of mastery over his Chakras and the Ninja art of Mudras. He is attempting to get a grip on Arcanima though to bolster his healing.

Network :: Are they connected to the people? How much do they reach out to others?

Chip loves making friends and connecting to people. After spending most of his life alone, he gets nervous in crowds but will still mingle when necessary. He will often single out people that are slightly seperated from the pack to make friends.

Offspring :: What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple?

Chip would probably be a good father, although his current romantic outlook is bleak to say the least. He would probably like 1 if given the option, but it is doubtful he ever will have one.

Pistol :: Is this character skilled with a weapon? What’s their opinion of violence?

Chip is no weapons master. He can't handle a sword, lance, or axe, but he is very talented with his fists and knives. He has a level of mastery over the Ala Mhigan martial arts and Doman martial arts, but he no longer employs them outside of stress training.

Question :: How often do they feel doubt? What topics are they defensive about?

Chip doubts things often, usually short changing his own abilities. He gets defensive about his past. While he may talk about it in vague details, he gets flakey around details.

Reminder :: How are they at remembering daily needs? What falls through the cracks?

Chip has a...complicated memory. He forgets individuals and events if he is not consistently around them. Longer than a few months of absence may knock you out of his memory for a time. After a year, those memories may not return. As for daily deeds, he is decent at remembering them.

Sing :: Do they like music? Do they listen often/sing/hum/play songs in their head?

Chip enjoys music, actually employing music into his fighting style for a time. He can actually carry a tune, and oddly enough can rap pretty well.

Touch :: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big?

Chip has almost no sense of personal space. He will invade or allow invasion without batting an eye. He has gotten better about invading peoples space, but he still flubs up sometimes.

Upcoming :: How much do they think of the future? Do they make long-term plans?

Chip doesn't plan too far ahead anymore, to avoid disappointment. The farthest ahead he will plan is a few months.

Vice :: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of?

Chip has a deep seeded temper that rarely comes out anymore. He used to fly off the handle easily and he is ashamed of that. As for bad habits, he doesn't have many if any. At worst, he scratches at his scars when nervous.

Wardrobe :: What’s their fashion style? Do they have any staple pieces?

Chip is not a fashionable person. He wears browns and blacks, with a few white pieces of clothing, but he will more often than not be seen in his tattered coat and old monk pants. He wears glasses with fake lenses to appear smarter and to draw attention away from his scars.

X-Ray :: How’s their health? Any problem areas? Do they take care of themselves?

Chip is a healthy person in excellent physical shape. The only thing wrong with him, aside from his multitude of scars, is his damaged nervous system. He has poor, bordering on non-existent, physical sensory abilities, not able to feel most sensations. Fortunately, that means little to no pain when struck. He has managed to heal it enough where his hands can feel, for his medical practice.

Yack :: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about?

Chip will talk about anything, but he enjoys listening more now. He WILL talk someone's ear off about goblins if the subject arises.

Zodiac :: What’s their astro sign? Does it fit? What would you pick, if it’s unknown?

Chip does not actually know when he was born, thus does not know his sign. Although if I had to pick I would just give him mine. Pisces.

#chip wayman #ffxiv #character #final fantasy #final fantasy xiv #headcanon

[screamingintp]

more about my mc

this is a mess, please don’t read it unless you’re interested in what i come up with when i’m sleep deprived and creating my first rp character

https://character-resource.deviantart.com/art/Big-Ass-Character-Sheet-Updating-167182524 but i cut out a buncha shit

welcome to hell(or the place in which I can’t capitalize for shit and curse too much and am vague but that’s honestly my personality in general)

Full Name: Mark Knox

Meaning: Mark, derived from Martkos(Roman), related to the war god, Mars. Knox, derived from cnoc(Scottish), meaning hillock.

Origin: made it up on the spot because planning is for cowards

Signature: illegible letters - MKX

Gender: male

Orientation: pan(i wrote pam and don’t regret it)-aro

Blood: three-quarters pure, half blood father

Birthday: 6-6

Deathday: (May not have one yet)(oh gee, did you not expect me to have a day of death?)(well, i don’t)

Astrological Sign: Gemini(fun fact: Draco’s the only Gemini on the wiki)(why is this relevant)(astrology is weird as all hell)

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Immediate Family: Jacob Knox(brother)

Distant Family: Shay Knox(mother), Clark Knox(father)

Parenting: non-existent

Upbringing(morals and ideals): considering he was raised by a person only a few years older than him, during the period of Voldemort’s rule, he is less screwed up than he could’ve been. However, he still possesses a rather vague and undefined sense of right and wrong - using his logic to bypass any sort of regrets if it blocks him from his goal

Infancy: (dropped at birth is an option and i’m living for it)

Childhood: that one kid who lit ants on fire and was ‘rebellious’ (you know that post about america being the asshole kid with neglectful parents? That’s the one)

Adolescence: canon

Adulthood: never. He hasn’t even gotten taller

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Species: hooman

Preferred Hand: ambidextrous(he keeps injuring his hands)

Facial Type: like a face, why is this - oval, i guess

Eye Color: dark brown

Hair Color (Self Explanatory)(it isn’t when his hair is grey/silver/white)(the kid probably bleached his already pale hair)(he probably likes the smell of bleach)

Hairstyle: fringe-up

Complexion: blushes easily, relatively smooth unless you look at the cuts and bruises and scars on his arms, back and legs

Body Type: ectomorph

Build: skinny arms and legs, he isn’t the most physically fit and regularly damages his body due to his complete lack of care for his own safety

Height: 65 in

Weight: 120 lb

Shoe Size: (Shoe size doesn’t matter)(goddamnit i forgot this was an innuendo)(keep it pg, please)

Birthmarks/scars: no birthmarks, and has tons of ugly marks all over him, none of them particularly remarkable

Distinguishing Features: the contrast between his eye color and hair color - but other than the hair, he doesn’t have a memorable face

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Health: as healthy as a wizard without impulse control and emotional support could be

Energy: swings from highs and lows without any pattern

Memory: remembers the small stuff, the negative parts - forgets about major ideas or lessons

Senses: heavily relies on eyes, can’t taste for shit

Allergies: (Self Explanatory. May be optional.)(i mean, i would put animals, but we have transfiguration)

Medication: needs some, doesn’t take any

Phobias(irrational fears):

Symmetrophobia(fear of symmetry, an unnatural-looking but normal occurrence, which isn’t debilitating, but causes him stress and uneasiness)

Siderophobia(fear of the stars, the idea that there’s so much out there that he doesn’t know of is pretty awful and, again, while it isn’t going to freeze him up, it will cause him to become upset)

Addictions: none yet

Mental Disorders: undiagnosed

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Style: couldn’t care less about appearance  - he wears the school robes most of the time

Mode of Dress: doesn’t have a particular taste, as long as it’s passable, it’s fine - tends to wear a size or two larger

Grooming: somewhere in between messy and neat

Posture: he displays an air of aloofness and confidence - almost condescending in stance

Gait: quickly and efficiently - it’s brisk at his slowest

Coordination: not physically fit at all, he’s too reckless for that - exercises to the point of exhaustion without realizing that it’s detrimental to do so and has limbs flying all over the place

Habits and Mannerisms: taps his foot or fingers when excited, nervous, or anything that deviates from his usual ‘cool’ facade

Scent: earth, smoke, and grass - faint but noticeable

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Mood: ‘calm’ - probably plotting though

Attitude: he’s charismatic and charming until you dig deeper

Stability: hA

Expressiveness: can act like he’s wearing his heart on his sleeve but can never fully give his true thoughts

When Happy: smirks - invades personal space and slows down

When Depressed: smiles - talks louder and speaks faster

When Angry: (trolls online is an option and if that isn’t Mark, i don’t know what is) smirks - wide eyes and tense hands

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Friends: Rubeus Hagrid - but not really

Enemies: Rita Skeeter - but not really

Bosses: Filius Flitwick - but not really

Followers: not even himself

Heroes: Filius Flitwick - “short people are closer to hell and he’s gonna whoop my ass if I do anything stupid”

Rivals: Ismelda - “for most edgy teen”

Relates to: Dumbledore - impersonal but seemingly close, full of contradictions and ulterior motives

Pets/Familiars: does his jar of bug bodies count?

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Wardrobe: mostly consisting of Hogwarts robes, formal robes, and the identical grey-blue sweater and jeans

Equipment: carries a wand and a pencil(but not paper, because he has problems)

Accessories: a single dangling silver piercing on his right ear(family tradition)

Trinkets: carries hair ties on his wrist all the time(why? He doesn’t even know)

Funds: his family is relatively well off, being a respected branch of purebloods

Home: almost like his personality, warm and nice on the outside, cozy on the inside, but dead silent and empty when no one looks - not large but not small either, seeming normal by all accounts if you don’t look into any of the rooms(jacob’s windows are taped shut and Mark broke through the locked door that connected their bedrooms)

Neighborhood: the woods

Transportation: running because stamina apparently is infinite in this world

Collections: bug bodies, herbs, and lighters

Prized Possession: his wand, after seeing Jacob’s broken one

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Lovers: yeet

Marital Status: yeet

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Experience: works in the three broomsticks in his off time to get experience and money, nothing serious

Organizations/Affiliations: changeable, he doesn’t plant many roots or make any long-term promises

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Education: i mean, Hogwarts. But is it even ‘education’?

School: (What was their school like?) bitch this is Hogwarts

Social Stereotype: “least favorite cursed student”

Intelligence: mostly interpersonal, linguistic and logical

Extracurricular Activities: would do theater if given the chance

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Morals: don’t exist - but he honestly has a problem with reasoning his way into committing seriously wrong deeds

Crime Record: hasn’t been caught yet ;)

Motivation: adrenaline, change - nothing truly meaningful or satisfying

Priorities: knowledge, humans, self

Philosophy: gen z nihilism

Etiquette: usually practices ‘correct’ etiquette - does not give a fuck if his behaviour offends someone though

Influences: everything and anything he finds intriguing

Traditions: tries to run away from them, always moving and staying ahead of the past

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Career: spell-inventor or wand-maker/seller

Desires: uncertain

Accomplishments: undetermined

Biggest Failure: failing Jacob

Secrets: his manipulative side, his genuinely mean streak and the fact that he regrets having those traits

Regrets: a shit ton of things

Worries: Jacob, being nothing in the grand scheme of things, being a hypocrite, betrayal, a shit ton of things

Best Dream: having a greater purpose

Worst Nightmare: dying alone and being left behind as a ghost

Best Memories: finding his brother’s secret room, meeting Billingsley

Worst Memories: losing his brother, lying to his teachers, accidentally calling Chester: Jacob

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Hobbies/Interests: explore the wilderness, identify flora and fauna, observing other people

Skills/Talents: pyromancy, charms in general, debating, acting, singing

Likes: mint, sharpies, fire

Dislikes: himself, close-minded people, pity

Sense of Humor: sarcastic, self-deprecating, relatively dark

Pet Peeves: the guy scratching his quill the wrong way in the front row whenever they write essays

Dreams/Nightmares: doesn’t dream usually - when he does, it’s usually flashes of color and abstract black and white shapes

Quirks: can’t sit on the fucking couch correctly

Understands: how people think, the reason they fail, mistakes

Can't understand: quidditch, values, structure

Closet Hobby: burning shit(though that isn’t really a hidden thing with him)

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Strengths: charismatic, diplomatic, quick-witted, inwardly caring, able to understand his flaws, patient, logical, able to read other people

Flaws: lies often, manipulative, lazy, lenient, passive, harsh, inconsiderate, enjoys pushing people’s buttons, doesn’t understand people

Perception of others: beautiful, incomprehensible, vast

Instincts: wants approval(deems it irrational)

Lures: leadership roles, secrets, problems

Soft Spot: innocence but not ignorant, optimism

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Ability: capable if he puts his mind to it - employs unpredictable and risky techniques instead of having a fear of consequences

Weaknesses: stubborn opponents - he expects change and gets caught off guard when someone seems set in their ways

Patronus: non-corporeal

Boggart: fire(irony i guess is easy to use when you don’t have anything else)

Wand: spruce, phoenix feather, 12”, springy

Amortentia: lime, smoke, sharpies

House: Ravenclaw(that post about the kid wanting to be put in Ravenclaw since ppl will trust you but got in Slytherin)

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Favorite Color(s): grey, blue

Favorite Animal(s): swedish short snout

Favorite Drink(s): coffee and soda(probably together because he can’t function like a normal person)

Favorite Genre: mystery or myths

Favorite Subject(s): charms(Flitwick is the man) and divination(where you can bs your way through anything)

Least Favorite Color(s): black, white

Least Favorite Animal(s): flies

Least Favorite Drink(s): does soup count? Because he does drink it in a cup

Least Favorite Genre: manuals and biographies

Least Favorite Subject(s): flying(impulsive idiot) and care of magical creatures(he’s a screw up around animals)

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Languages: english and he taught himself some Latin

Voice: average in tone, a bit nasally, rather forgettable except for the speed

Greetings and Farewells: doesn’t

Ask your character "how are you": yes.

Character tries to compliment: you have eyes, your name is ___

Tries to insult: passive-aggressively drags a person

Expletive: damn(dam)(loopholes, my friends)

Laughter: snorting, definitely not normal

Tagline: ___, yeah?

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Reputation: other than the whole ‘brother’ problem, is relatively well-liked

First Impressions: charming, confident guy

Stranger Impressions: a bit loud but not strange

Friendly Impressions: goddamnit Mark, shut up

Enemy Impressions: please keep talking so we’re allowed to punch you in the face

Familiar Impressions: ah yes, the hair pops up from time to time

Compliments from others: bright, energetic, optimistic, honest

Insults: dangerous, unstable, chaotic

Self-Impression: am shit

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Compare to: forest fire(destructive and necessary for change)

Symbols: flames, ashes, duality

#you guys are wonderful people who don't deserve this disappoitment #but i am a disappointment so what can we do?