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seireitonin · 1 month

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Dating Toby?? Like is he clingy, jealous or protective of his partner??

(I don't know....this is my first time doing these things.....)

Toby brain rot :3 this is how I see Toby mixed with some canon information! (I’m gonna try to keep it realistic)

What would it be like dating Toby?

Toby’s life is filled with tragedy

Abuse, death, murder, mental illnesses, being a slave to Slenderman

It’s all bad

So when he finds you, someone that accepts him and loves him despite all that, he’s not letting you go

He’ll do anything for you

I mean to the point it’s unhealthy

Because hes obsessed with you

Like really obsessed with you

He’s super touchy, not only because he likes to feel close to you, but it keeps him grounded

That’s important to him because his disorders/ mental illnesses cause him to hallucinate or space out

He’s not gloomy he’s actually upbeat but when he remembers something from his past or the current state of his life he goes through episodes of depression and mood swings

They can get really intense and as you’re with him you’ll learn how to support him through it

Just laying with him, making sure he has water and reminding him you’re here for him will help lots and lots of physical affection

If his mood swings get violent he’ll isolate himself from you but it’s heartbreaking to hear his suffering

His swings can go from extreme anger to intense sadness to reckless happiness

Since he hasn’t had much kindness or interaction in his life he doesn’t have the best social skills

He’ll say whatever is on his mind with no filter and that includes you too

So he’ll say mean things unintentionally a lot because he doesn’t understand how what he says can be hurtful

And he might try to call you sensitive for it too

“Ugh you’re overreacting I didn’t even say anything that hurtful. It’s just what’s on my mind”

He literally doesn’t understand how it can make you feel because he’s a bit detached with emotions

It’s gonna take a while for him to understand but he loves you so he’ll try to understand for your sake and will work on apologizing

He can also just be rude or a jerk sometimes in general

Toby likes just spending time with you to the point where you’re connected at the hip

He won’t say he loves you with words but he says it with his actions

He brings you gifts, holds your hand, goes on walks with you, holds you and try’s to be better for you (even though it’s really hard because he’s set in his ways)

He talks a lot so sometimes you’ll just listen and smile

Since he can’t feel pain, when he gets back from missions you’ll have to help him check for injuries to make sure he’s okay

He doesn’t say it but he appreciates it

Sometimes he’ll just stare at you because he loves you so much, taking in your every detail

He notices everything about you, from your body language, how you tan in the summer and lighten in the winter, he even knows how many times you breathe in a minute

Toby eats a lot of instant ramen so be prepared to eat a lot of that at first but you start to cook for him because he needs to eat better

Toby never expected to have a girlfriend since he’s a lot to handle but he liked the way you handle him

He’s full of himself literally thinks he’s gods gift to earth so sometimes he puts himself before your relationship but he’s trying to change that

He’s really funny especially if you like dark humor

He’s a jealous man. You’re his no one else’s

If someone even looks at you romantically he’ll go crazy on them

Remember, Toby is still a murderer and enjoys murdering

Chasing them down and threatening them and if it escalated kill them with a smile

He does it all for you. Everything is for you.

“You know I love you, right?”

He looks at you covered in blood

Toby likes it when you wear his sweaters

He wants a family one day and hopes you can give that to him

He’s possessive over you but does it out of intense love and obsession

He wants to keep you safe by any means necessary because he’s so used to losing the people he loves and he really doesn’t wanna lose you

Toby drives a pickup truck and likes to drive you around in it

He likes to sit in the back of it with you and look at the stars in an open field

Since Toby’s older his tics have calmed down but they’re still there and he still has the occasional tic attack

You’ll have to help him through those because sometimes he can’t even talk when he’s having one

Stuff he can squeeze, ice pack on his forehead and making sure he doesn’t hurt himself

He’s happy you don’t see him as a burden like everyone else did

He’s never letting you go

He didn’t know he could feel love this intense

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chronicallycouchbound · 8 months

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Rating names/terms for Ehlers Danlos Syndrome:

Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome: 10/10 Lawful neutral, it’s the official terminology, lets you know what’s up

EDS (in all caps): 9/10 Sometimes confused with other unrelated conditions and acronyms but usually works

EDs (‘S’ is lowercase): 2/10 Usually refers to erectile dysfunction or eating disorders, which causes a lot of confusion.

Ehlers Danlos: 8/10. Good shorthand while still knowing what’s going on.

Earers Daniel’s Syndrome: 1/10. I have only heard this once, from an ER doctor. He said it to me as he turned away from his screen (which was pulled up to the Web MD page for EDS) and proceeded to mansplain my condition to me inaccurately. At least he tried.

“Eyers Dan—“ *waves hand around*: -5/10 I’ve heard this one a lot from medical professionals. I just know I’m about to be malpracticed and am already planning the quickest way out of the situation.

Zebras: 6/10 I like the imagery, I like mascots, I like the story (when doctors are in med school they’re told “if you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras” but them zebras are missed) however, I have two criticisms: a) more rare conditions are out there, and zebras technically refers to any rare diseases, not just EDS b) I feel sad when I think about how it basically calls EDS the “I was medically malpracticed disease”

EDSers: 8/10 a cute lil shorthand for “people with EDS”. Easier to explain than the zebras thing

hEDS/vEDS/cEDS/including subtypes: 7/10 I like the idea of being able to know what your subtype is and find people in your sub community, HOWEVER my only concern is that it can feel (and used for) invalidating people without a genetically confirmed subtype because of inaccessibility. I haven’t had gene testing because I can’t afford it— but I have clinically diagnosed EDS, which has been confirmed at multiple hospitals by multiple specialists. I score a 9/9 on the Brighton, meet all major criteria, and meet almost every other minor criteria for EDS on top of that. But I don’t know my subtype yet. I don’t hate/dislike people who use this term and I don’t discourage it, but I do encourage mindfulness about genetic testing accessibility and privilege of access.

Bendy disease: 10/10 a silly goofy joke I say with friends “I cannot walk up stairs on account of my loosey goosey bendy disease” which is always funny to me. Even with my serious things like “my life threatening cardiac conditions are rapidly progressing” you add “on account of my bendy disease” and bam theres my coping skill.

Ehlers: 3/10 a step in the right direction, but it sounds like “yellers” and dismisses half of the team that described the condition

“Double jointed”: 1/10 I was told my whole life until I was 18 that I was just “double jointed” for starters, it’s medically inaccurate. You’re hyper extending, subluxing, or even dislocating joints whenever you’re “double jointed” in a joint. There is not two joints there (unless you’ve had x rays and for some reason genuinely do have two joints in that spot). I honestly hate this term and it’s incredibly dismissive of the pain that happens with EDS while also making it seem like a super power that we’re encouraged to do

Contortionist: 1/10 [NOTE!!! some contortionists DO NOT have EDS and can just bend like that. Some have benign joint hypermobility. But many contortionists do have EDS.] In the context of people with EDS, I hate this term. It’s often the first thing people jump to when I explain my condition. They see my crippled ass in my wheelchair/powerchair or limping around with my cane/crutches/rollator, usually in multiple braces/supports (and thats just external noticeable-to-everyone things, let alone if you hear any aspects of my daily life) and their first thought is: “wow!! So you can entertain me like it’s a freak show!” And not “holy shit dozens of dislocations per day and countless subluxations per day must be excruciating”. I did contortions when I was younger to get praise and due to peer pressure. Fuck that noise I will not be your ugly law era freak show creepy cripple p0rn. Fuck everything to do with that actually.

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martian-astro · 3 months

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Atmakaraka Series - Part 5

Atmakaraka is the planet with the highest degree in the birth chart.

Short note : atmakaraka can give good or bad results depending on the strength of the atmakaraka planet.

Atmakaraka in 5th house:-

The person needs to take care of children, it can be their own or somebody else's. You will also be forced to learn things that go against your beliefs.

Sun atmakaraka in 5th house - you can get really lucky during your sun mahadasha. For you, education is very important and you guys will probably do a PhD, or just a lot of diploma courses, you could also be more interested in dual degree programmes. If sun is making a conjunction with jupiter then you can be really good at speculative business. If it's with saturn, then refrain from engaging in such things. You are probably interested in learning ancient texts, especially the religious people, you will learn the language in which the texts were originally written so that you can understand them even better. If you have this placement in libra, leo or scorpio then you guys can be really good actors, if you're interested in acting, then I would suggest you to go for it.

Moon atmakaraka in 5th house - you guys are pretty criers, that's a fact. I have also noticed this placement in a lot of actors who are really good at portraying mental disorders on screen, especially, personality and eating disorders and schizophrenia. But if moon is weak, then you shouldn't do roles like these, because a lot of these actors went into depression because they played their characters "too well". I feel like even if you don't want to have children, you will end up doing a job that requires you to interact with kids. Kids really like you too, you maybe the kind of person who can very easily put kids to sleep, this is because they feel safe with you. This is also a stay-at-home parent placement. I know a woman with this placement, and she genuinely likes taking care of her kids, this is what she wanted to do, and she's happy with her life.

Mercury atmakaraka in 5th house - you are someone who likes to invest in education. I know a girl with this placement and her parents wanted to marry her off after she completed her schooling but she left her house, started earning money on her own and then went to college. I personally think that this is a REALLY REALLY good placement to have if you live in India or in a country where parents give more preference to a girl's marriage then her education, because it gives you the courage to fight for your education. You could be a very skilled performer, and have the ability to charm an audience. You guys are probably sapiosexuals. I know someone with this and one day a guy approached her and was talking to her and then he just suddenly says "she's probably loose" and majority of the women would get offended by this statement because it's misogynistic but she was more disgusted by the fact that he was stupid enough to think that a vagina could be loose, she is a medical student and so she basically gave him a 2 hour lecture explaining the structure of the vagina and how it works, it was.... funny...and sad.

Venus atmakaraka in 5th house - you are so lucky if you have this placement (if not aspected by saturn) you are literally supposed to have fun in this life. You can be good at all things that require creativity; painting, acting, singing, directing, etc. This is also an indicator of your first child being a girl, she would be very beautiful, and even if it's a boy, he would be more pretty than handsome. If venus is also the 7th Lord, then your spouse can be really good looking as well. But if venus is weak, then you can be superficial, and can also have the tendency to go for himbos/bimbos. I don't really have a lot to say about this placement, I mean.. Just have fun guys, do whatever makes you happy.

Mars atmakaraka in 5th house - you guys would be the type of parents who want their kids to excel in every single sport. You can have be good at technical things, like technology, engineering, mathematics, computer science and stuff. With this placement, conjunctions matter a lot, I know a girl with this who has her Mars AK in 5th conjunct venus and she's a ballet dancer, which requires streghth and creativity. I also know another girl with Mars AK in 5th conjunct Mercury and she's a lawyer and a pretty good one at that. You are more likely to pursue technical education if Mars is alone. You will be the parent who wins all the parent marathon and dance competitions. The type of parent to bully their kid's bully, and act oblivious afterwards.

Jupiter atmakaraka in 5th house - you will be blessed with all the things that 5th house represents, this placement also indicates having A LOT of kids (if jupiter isn't retrograde) they can be biological or adopted, doesn't matter. I have noticed that most of the time your parents are the ones who motivate you to study and encourage you to go to college and pursue higher education. You will also have to travel for higher education, it can be outside of your state, country, or continent. If you decide to have a child, then they will make you feel very happy and you can start earning more money after the birth of your first child, you will also be able to start your own business.

Saturn atmakaraka in 5th house - there can be a delay in childbirth and education. It can take you longer than others to complete your education. You are also someone who doesn't know how to enjoy, you can be very awkward in social situations. I have noticed that a lot of people with this, are those class monitors who are like, "if I see you talking again, then I will write your name on the board", this can also be one of the reasons why your classmates don't like you very much. This placement is easier to deal with if saturn is in conjunction with venus or Mercury, as this can make people see you as someone who is disciplined but also knows when to let loose.

(all pictures are taken from Pinterest)

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v-anrouge · 2 months

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This is a queued post and it includes talks about transphobia and mentions of self harm and eating disorders

Im here to talk and announce a break, first thing's first j relapsed, in literally like everything sh ed and didn't try to kill myself is because of a few people and the fact my pills ended. For a very long time in this blog u have not been feeling like human, it's like most of you don't even actually like and just come talk to me when im being funny and fun or when i post something rook related that you like, ive really been trying to get rid of that feeling but it keeps on coming back and it's unbearable to be in this blog at this point. this situation with Shiba only really confirmed it for me, I saw about like 4 mutuals referring to this as drama, and complaining about seeing it on dash and while obviously you have all the rights to be displeased with a constant show of negativity in your dash, i beg of you to try and think how i, a trans man, must feel seeing you refer to me and other mutuals calling out transphobia and have to read you refer to this as drama and not as a literal crime. I understand if you got annoyed by me talking about it constantly and to that i ask that you please block me, because i have been literally beaten, bullied, harassed and even doxxed by transphobes, I do not take anything that displays even a bit of prejudice against my trans siblings lightly, hence why i was so "histerical and obsessed" and was being so "stupid and acting like an idiot" as someone people would claim. I do not care what view you have of me i really don't, im used to this shit, ive been trans and alive in the most transphobic country for 20 years, it's no news, but it still hurts. And it hurts even more when I see someone say i was an idiot for blocking someone immediately and calling them out when they side with a transphobe, and it hurts even more when I see a person i thought liked me complain about "drama still going on" rest assured that i won't be "bitching" about it any longer

For soru, who cant possibly process why i have blocked you, your take on that situation and your friend have both brought me terrible flashbacks of my own past as a child dealing with transphobia, of being told people like me are sick and are the seeds of the devil and that we are animals or that there's something wrong with us, like your friend said, their apology is both not genuine and extremely poorly made as they still can't accept the fact that yes, they are transphobic, and you soru, can't imagine how it broke my soul to see your post saying you had given them a chance, but seeing the post you made after, in which you literally agree with your mother you should've stayed away from trans people, that's what broke me the most, and j couldn't even speak about it, because it's "too negative" or im "drama chasing" im sick of this, you can hate and insult me all you want soru rest assured you're not the only one you're not the first nor the last one, maybe this will come off as a surprise to the people that are sure im obsessed with drama and chasing people around but i genuinely did have a lot of respect for you, if the hours ive spent crying over this say anything at all, it's sad that this had to end this way, but not for me, I don't care, this isn't the first or the last time this happens to me, but to my mutuals who i am very sure many are angry that i have made this situation happen, perhaps i should've stayed quiet and keep being funny as people like me best, well it is too late, but i hope that you'll forgive me mutuals, for once again ruining something good.

I don't know how long this break will last or if ill ever even return to this account at all, but i sincerely thank the ones that did treat me like a human, as an equal, that actually saw the person behind v-anrouge. you can't possibly believe how much you mean to me

That's about it, do have a great day

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isa-ghost · 3 months

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OMG i would love to hear more qphil headcannons!

SET 5 LETS GOOOOO

Previous Sets:

Set 1

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Set 3

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When he's alone he gives so many less fucks. Anytime he passes a Federation camera or building or whatever he flips it off. Sometimes he'll stop to do it, do a funky mocking jig out of spite. If Fit has Fuck The Catfish (FTC) then Phil has FTF. Fuck the Feds

Besides the fact that he's sentimental about stupid shit, he also hasn't deconstructed the shitty dirt shack yet because he treats it as rent lowering gunshots. That's his wall. Bitch.

He's a teeny tiny bit sad everyone who lived IN the wall is sorta gone for one reason or another. It's a bit lonely. And eerie, considering a lot of the time they lived in there was before the worst of what's happened to everyone happened. The insides of the walls feel like a fucked up time capsule now...

We've seen this in canon but he LOVES to wander. Wanderlust his beloved. Find cool shit, collect cool shit, get cool pictures. It's just nothing but Ws. ... He feels a lot of deja vu doing it. He'd be able to place it if he could just fly...

Ever since that taste of flight in Purgatory, he's been aching so much more for it again. His stomach fills with dread at the thought of saving Tubbo's life costing him his wings. He'd make the decision he did again & 100x over, but flying is so core to who he is. He can't fathom being grounded for the rest of eternity.

If it weren't for the constant danger he feels like he's in, he'd LOVE to just lay down on his stomach on Chayanne's old house's roof & just sun his wings. Mmmmmm warmmmm

He'll never admit it to Tallulah, but sometimes he switches up what he eats between his avocado toast phases so he never gets sick of it. She thinks he just infinitely enjoys the stuff.

He's convinced the Baker is a paid [Federation employee? Cucurucho 3?] actor that can't, no matter what, break their stoic smile. Phil spends SO much time when he has no other responsibilities trying to get them to crack. He flips them off, he makes faces, he threatens them, he rambles off the wildest most random shit. He did the DK prank. He dances in front of them. Nothing. But one day he'll get them.

Just like cc!Phil, he loathes a lot of stereotypical British stuff, like tea. It's so funny. Fit & Tubbo especially like pushing his buttons about it, his food rants are the best.

When he heard someone on the island made up a rumor that Eggza is legit because Phil taste-tested a cookie out of curiosity, he took that and RAN. Yeah. He's egg sometimes. Who's his parent you ask? Well that's a secret (it's Rose).

The moment Fit told him he has a thing for Pac, Phil instantly launched into wingman mode (pun intended). No more,,,, Hitting The Gym Together. Fit wants more than a fwb, Phil is SO here for it

Cellbit & Baghera take priority over everything. But GOD is he not ready for the flashbacks when he gets to Egg Island to save them. He didn't know Etoiles left that scar on his back...

In very dad fashion, his sneezes and yawns are fucking atrocious. Unnecessarily loud.

(With the idea that Purg2 is canon): He can't help but think about all those new people going through the hell he did. What if he knew some of them? What if there were friends there he forgot about because the Federation meddled with his memory? It makes him sick.

The islanders closest to him + the kids are starting to think he's got some kinda sleep disorder. He sleeps for an awful long time sometimes... (when his hc streams get long :) )

This idiot sleeps in the worst places I bet his back cracks and pops like fucking bubble wrap (same tho)

#qsmp #qsmp philza #q!philza #philza #qphil headcanons

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tomatitosub74 · 3 months

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♡◇°Bi-han burbujas °°°°°°°

●●Try to translate this, an apology if something is not understood●●

°°°° Does Bi-han have an eating disorder?

( ⚠️ This is not intended to be canon, nor to provoke morbidity or anything else, it is just a theory that can be discarded )

I know what you are thinking, of how I came to this conclusion, I understand how confusing the statement can be. But that's exactly why I'm making this thread so you have the benefit of commenting your opinion regarding this theory.

The idea came to me, because of a dialogue, where Johnny Cage mentions to Bi-han what his breath had an unpleasant odor. He even reaffirms it when he talks to Shao. At first I thought it was a funny dialogue, I hadn't thought much of it.

Until I noticed some strange things about Bi-han. Things that led me to the assumption what I'm doing here.

°°° First I analyzed how hygienic the character might be, for obvious reasons, I thought that maybe Bi-han might be careless of this, however I found to my surprise that the character this his flaw traits is "vanity". Being someone who takes good care of his image, he tries to be clean. And this is not an assumption, Bi-han makes clear his vanity with his own costumes, as we see that he loves to highlight the status in which he finds himself. Contrary to Kuai Liang who doesn't bother to wear jewelry or fancy fabrics, despite being Bi-han's brother.

As we see in the ending scene of Kuai Liang, where Lin Kuei and Shirai Ryu go to fight, we can see that Bi-han wears a pretty fancy suit.

So we can assume that being vain he takes good care of his figure, but then if Bi-han doesn't neglect this how can we explain his bad breath?

°°° This is where we start to question the eating disorder. And although it seemed like something that had no proof or foundation, it turns out that there is....

There are little things that lead me to see this as a possibility, starting with what is said about Bi-han's mental health...

For when Kuai makes it out of the temple and is reunited with Smoke, Smoke tells Thomas "That he knew Bi-han's frustrations were deep, but he didn't expect them to drive him to madness" here we realize one thing, and that is that Kuai Liang was Bi-han's consoling arm.

And apparently Kuai Liang knew or was aware that Bi-han's aggressive attitude was due to something out of his brother's way of being, that is to say that he knew that this haughty attitude provoked him something. As we see in the story mode, Kuai Liang does not defend Tomas when Bi-han comments on being an adoptee, and not only that, Tomas also does not seem to care.

This may be because Kuai Liang and Tomas have the mentality that Bi-han's emotional problems are affecting the way he reacts. And this we can see as true.

For when they go on the mission to deactivate the soul rodents, Bi-han has an aggressive attitude in Liu Kang's temple, but after fighting Nitara and Ermac. He becomes more sensitive to his brothers. He asks if they were well, and even adds "he is pleased to fight again after such a long time of inactivity"?

This "bipolar" change in Bi-han is certainly strange. For if he were the insufferable brother as he is so often portrayed, the betrayal of his brothers would not have affected him so much.

Now what exactly would Bi-han's frustrations be?

There is no clear answer, that is to say that we do not have a timeline of exactly what happened. But we do know about some events or things that affect him.

In a dialogue with Kitana, Bi-han is sad and even empathizes with Kitana's sadness at Sindel's death. She tells him that she blames him for it. This dialogue is significant because the reason for this is that Bi-han is affected by his mother's death.

Tomas even mentions her in a dialogue where he questions whether she would be proud of Bi-han being a comment that affects him, even Bi-han refuses to question this. And he comments that his mother would be supportive....

So his mother's death, is a trigger for Bi-han, as it carries so much weight that it influences his emotions to this day.

Another thing that marks Bi-han is being part of the Lin Kuei Clan and his frustration is due to the fact that he can feel the clan more like a cage than a life. A feeling that the original Bi-han himself had after being kidnapped by this clan. This idea of being limited or submissive creates doubt in Bi-han that he does not control his destiny. Although his clan was not bad, it should be noted that it is still not valued, despite his work with the land. Therefore, this lust for service is something that frustrates many parts of the Lin Kuei members. It is worth noting that it is not just Bi-han.

This collective frustration led them perhaps even to have a circle of rebellion. Circle that fell into the toxic because let's remember that "Dad would tell us to wait without protesting."

The idea that you might be being trampled on, or used, can be an idea that affects anywhere. For the feeling of wanting freedom is something that can drive many people crazy. For the perception of this can vary or even be misinterpreted.

Another frustration is also the death of his father, this because of the issue that influenced the death of this, do not know what happened. But Bi-han believes he was right to let him go. It should be noted that Bi-han has problems with his father and this may be because his father was very loyal to the Lin Kuei (to the tradition of this). For we see that the father has airs of having been straight with his children. So that these do not question anything, making that perhaps for the eyes of Bi-han his father was the main cause that there was no freedom in the temple. That is, seeing him as someone who had to be 3limin4d0 in order to remove him from power. It should be noted that Bi-han never dared to hurt him, because as we know he had an accident, so Bi-han chose not to help him. So Bi-han waited until he had died or something had happened to him, here we can see that in spite of everything he had feelings for his father. For he could have easily taken matters into his own hands much earlier and more brutally. This being another frustration for Bi-han, that he is blamed for his father's death, because from his perspective he waited for his father to die. That is, the accident he had was not his fault and not helping him was partly because his time had come. We know that he was very old, nothing assured him that he was going to live longer. So Bi-han was right not to help him at that time. Maybe he could have done something but the decision had already been made according to the moment.

Continuing with the frustrations, there is a theme about the power Bi-han wants. Here there are two things that I think are confused. Some believe that the power Bi-han seeks is literally a powerful magical power. And no, Bi-han speaks more of a higher power in the matter of ruling. For they have long served and never been promoted. Instead the Shaolin take credit for "defending the land". The greatness or power he seeks will not only give him control, or assurance that no one is above him, but it will also give him the respect he believes no one has given him.

Currently another frustration of Bi-han's is the betrayal of Kuai Liang. And this frustration is triggering two emotions, on the one hand there is the part that wants to kill his brother and on the other hand there is the part that doesn't want to fight with his brother. Even Bi-han can ignore Kuai if Kuai is willing to step aside but as we know Kuai won't do that. So Bi-han has the frustration of confronting his brother.

And that I think are his biggest frustrations.....

°°°° Now we know what's going on with Bi-han's head, we know that indeed, as Kuai Liang said his frustrations were deep, so we ask ourselves the question, have they affected Bi-han physically?

The answer is yes, and I personally believe that this led to eating disorders.

How can we come to that conclusion? Well let's analyze this...

First let's talk about the death of his mother, which to this day is something that continues to depress him. So we can intuit that she may have had a depression in that period of mourning. Being that depression usually causes people to not want to eat and their mood to relapse into a sad state. Let's also remember that this may vary from person to person but on Bi-han's part I think it is very noticeable that she stopped eating and had episodes of sadness. Episodes that may even come back to him as he shows it in the dialogues.

Now, based more on his frustrations, Bi-han would have a lot of emotions that would cause him to alter his bile. Which for those of you who don't know what it is, it is a liquid that is produced and secreted by the liver and stored in the gallbladder, if some of you have had a very strong anger, worry, etc. You will know that bile causes people to vomit.

More so contemplating the exercise routines in the Lin Kuei, as let's remember that they train since they are children, so let's add the fact that Bi-han does not eat in his mourning period, plus the frustrations of worry and anger. Plus the routines, plus the mood swings he is having and partly plus the power he has.

Something to keep in mind here, too, is the fact that the powers they have greatly influence their emotions.

So the ice power boosts their feelings even more.

This leads me to think that Bi-han in the long run may have developed an eating disorder, how is that possible?

°°°° We have already analyzed his mind, including his lifestyle and rhythm of life. But now let's analyze his physique. Has anyone else noticed that Bi-han is strangely thin compared to his siblings?

I want to clarify the fact that thinness although it is common in cases of eating disorders or behaviors. Bodies are not always thin as they are stereotyped in movies or series . Reason why Bi-han may have an athletic body but not necessarily healthy... to what we see. For these disorders like anxiety among other things, can have stages where the person relapses and then feels good again.

Returning to the subject, we can see that Bi-han has very marked his features, with this I mean, that the corners of his jaw are marked enough, besides having split lips and dehydrated.

Her hair is also curly, and she has acne on her neck and face.

Personally I love that they gave these realistic details to the characters, I want to clarify it, but under my theory or under this analysis the things that I described, as an "uncontrolled" acne, can also be features of these disorders. For this would be a physical reaction of the body.

Here we are not saying that it is a bad thing to have these traits, we are simply analyzing that they can be caused by these disorders. That is to say, each detail can give us a characteristic of the character and I find curious these intentionally emaciated details in Bi-han.

At first I thought that his lips and even his pale skin were due to his ice power, but I also noticed that these powers do not physically affect the bearer, they only do this if they reach an extreme level of power, which they don't have... So we see that Bi-han takes care of his appearance, that is, he is someone who physically and visually can look good. .... But analyzing his mental health and features that we don't see like his lips would be, after wearing his mask, we see that there is something internal neglected....

So we have

°°° some emaciated physical features, due to health problems like not eating.

°°°We have bipolar, haughty and depressive attitudes, due to their frustrations but also due to their possible lack of sugar and other food substances.

°°° To have a potentiator of emotions with his power of ice and with his eating disorder.

°°° We also have that Bi-han takes care enough of his image, for fear of self-criticism. If we see it this way, perhaps his vanity is not so much to reaffirm his egocentrism but to avoid criticizing himself when he looks in the mirror. This also applies in his social environment, Bi-han does not accept criticism and perhaps it is not so much because he is proud, but because they will add to what his mind can tell him.

°°° In conclusion I think Bi-han has eating disorder or behavior that makes him vomit.

Reason why his body is a little thinner than his brothers, also the reason why his lips are cut because he neglects his nutritional health.

Bi-han's frustration leads him to vomit a lot, that would explain his bad smell in his breath and this causes him to be careful with his hygiene, because due to his thoughts these can attack in a cruel self-criticism, which leads him to have attacks with bile. Being his breath the one that affects him the most because he can have an attack of vomit at any time.

°°° Now another thing that makes me think about this possibility is the fact that they want Noob Saibot to have a skeletal aspect... aspect that for some reason Bi-han embraces... on the other hand, I had read that the developers of Mortal kombat had a strange taste for making the characters vomit.

And seeing that in this game they have left a bit of mental health and brushed with these issues to give characters development. couldn't they use such a disorder to give a background to a character or appearance to some character in the future?

°°° Also in another dialogue between Bi-han and Kuai Liang, there is a curious dialogue, I explain, when the intros are made before the fight, we can see that there is a dialogue punch line, which makes it trigger the fight. This trigger must be something significant for one of the characters. In the dialogue Bi-han tells Kuai Liang that they could have ruled together. To which Kuai Liang replied -I get "Disgusted "just "imagining it"-.

I mean, throwing up at the thought of something, is it a hint to Bi-han?

Let's remember that Kuai is the only one who knows what's wrong with Bi-han

Anyway, what do you think?

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Well…. I have a thing for Terzo too. So here’s a little something-something. That is just wrote for all of you. Any this gif makes me come in my pants so.

I Desire You

Papa Emeritus Terzo x chubby!Reader

Summary: You knew that he’d never look at you that way, you look at him. You were the shy girl who’s like to be in the back. But your feelings for the certain Papa makes you sad, luckily Papa has his eyes only for you.

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You became a Sister of Sin years ago, your fellow siblings loved you to the bone. The Ghouls were friendly with you also, which was rather surprising to everyone. Well some sibling were bullying you for who you are. The shy sister, who’d never break a bone, harm other human being. They called you fatty, cause you weren’t the same size as them. Your thighs and arms were more bigger and your stomach was rounder but you did not care, well not many times.

“Look here’s fatty again. You came here to eat yourself to death?” One sibling was rather rude to you always.. and you hater her for this.

“Come on girls. Let the chubby girl eat.” The other giggled and left you at the verge of tears. You sat down with a tray put on the table and started to eat.

“I’m sorry you have to go through this.” Said suddenly a low voice next to you. It’s was Dewdrop. Then all of the ghouls joined you to eat.

“It’s alright. I got used to it by now.” You sighed

“But it’s not fair to treat someone like you like this. I bet Terzo wants to hear about it.” Says Mountain

“Yeah, he doesn’t like when the siblings behave like that.” Said Cirrus

“Please no. I can handle this alone.”

“For how long?” Asked Aether and bit from the bread

“I don’t know. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

“Yeah.. a rather attractive one.”

“Oh stop it Sunshine.” You blushed at her answer and she just giggled.

“She’s right. Please (y/n). If you don’t tell Terzo, then we will.”

“Ugh… fine I’ll tell him, just let me be okay?” You did not even finished your lunch, and of course you gave it to Dewdrop. He volunteered to eat yours if you don’t want it. You had an eating disorder and still have but not as intensely as it was before, it happened that you ate so little for weeks that you collapsed right on Cirrus while you two were talking. When Terzo heard about it, he managed it to sneak into the infirmary to see how you were. Of course the ghouls told him what happened.

As you said goodbye to your friends, and you wanted to just get over with the conversation about being abused by your fellow siblings and headed straight to Terzo’s office. You gently knocked on the door.

“Entra.” (Enter) You grabbed onto the door handle and gently pressed on it to open the door. “Ah Sister (y/n). Come on in.” He said when he realised that it was you who decided to see him. You stepped inside and closed the door behind you, after you approached Terzo and greeted him after he motioned you to sit down.

“Thank you for your time Papa.”

“Anytime, tell me what’s troubling you?” He clasped his fingers together and put his head onto them. His intense gaze did not left you and you were burning up already. You sat down in a chair which was in front of the desk and began.

“I don’t know how to say it. Uhmm…”

“You don’t have to be shy Sorella. Just tell me.”

“You see, the ghouls told me that if I don’t tell you this they’d do it. So here we go. Some sister treats me like I’m just a pig in the piggery, they made up funny names about me, mocking me, even hurt me.” His metes widened and you saw that he was shocked by your words.

“How is that possible Sister?”

“Well it’s not that hard to notice…” you said in a sad tone.

“Don’t think about yourself that way Sorella, You’re wonderful, maybe they’re just jealous of your beauty.”

“Oh if it was the case I’d be happy, but no. I’m just a fat pig to them nothing more.”

“And you think about yourself that way? You think that this is true?” He asked now hands were on his desk holding him up by his forearms.

“To be honest, all the time. The ghouls are almost always there to take it off my mind, but when I’m inside my room, the memories get back and I just become really sad.”

“I’m heartbroken to see you in such a state mia dolce. Don’t worry, I’ll speak to them myself.”

“Please no. No I can handle it myself. The Ghouls are just protective about me. I still don’t understand why.”

“But they make you feel loved, don’t they?” Lucky them he thought

“Yes, they do Papa. I’m very grateful that they consider me as their friend.”

“I’m glad you’re feeling good around them. But the sisters should not say such thing to you. It troubles me.”

“Why Papa?”

“I teach our sibling to be loving and be kind to each other, not rude and disrespectful.”

“I know. But they doesn’t seem to care. Now I should go now, I still have to help Papa Primo with his garden. And after I have to serve dinner.” You stood up from the chair and bowed down for him. “Thank you again for your time Papa. I really appreciate it.” He stood up and took one of your hand in his and kissed it. Leaving burning sensation behind it. Your whole body was on fire. He was so handsome, his papal paint was still on, his mismatched eyes bored into yours and it send tingling sensations all over your body.

“Thank you Sorella, you don’t look so bad either.” He winked and you knew that your mouth slipped.

“Did I said it out loud didn’t I?”

“Just a little bit.” He laughed and escorted you to the door and opened it for you.

“Thank you, you’re such a gentleman Papa.” You stepped outside and bid farewell to get to you duties once again. Primo trusted you with his garden, he even helped you take care of it. You two had some long conversations about the garden and just things that happened to the two of you. He was such a father figure to you. And of course you tell him every single detail about the sisters of sin. He was rather upset that this happened within these walls, but you reassured him that you already talked with Terzo about it. And you did not even know that he’ll have a talk with them… and it’ll make your life even harder.

The next day you were assigned to do laundry for the Papa’s. You made your was over to the two Papa’s and gathered they laundry. Primo gave you a little rose and you poked it into your hair, behind you ear. Secondo already gathered what needed to be washed and you thanked him. But when you reached the youngest Emeritus brother’s chamber, you were hesitating. What if he’s still there? He liked to sleep in, which Sister Imperator did not like very much. You knocked on his door and there was no answer.

“Phew..”

You opened the door and quickly got inside, his room was beautiful, the purple with the black and the gold really highlighted his personality too. These were your favourite colours too. They reminded you of him, at this all that mattered. You saw some clothes were scattered over the floor and you decided to gather them when you done it the bathroom door suddenly opened and there he stood. His papal paint was fresh on his face, only a towel was wrapped around his waist. He had a little tummy which you adored. Your mouth made a squeaky sound and buried your face in his clothes, which also smelled so nice. Like him.

“Like what you see Sorella?”

“I’m sorry. I am here for your laundry. I knocked you did not answer so I thought you already left to work and I….. shit ummm..” you felt you gave heat up as you moved your head up to look at him. His body leaned to the doorframe, hands crossed in front of his chest. His ‘V’ line showed, little happy trail lost in the protection of his towel.

“I see. Sorry for working you up Mia dolce.”

“You did not… worked me up. I mean you’re really attractive.”

“Oh so you’re not desire me then? Good to know.” He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed his towel and tossed it into your arms. Cock hanging between his delicious legs. It was hard not to look. “Don’t forget to wash this too Sister.” He then excused himself and went back into the bathroom. Oh how you wanted to bite into his butt so bad. You liked your cake…hmmm very much so. His nakedness burned into your mind entirely. And you ran out, until you reached the laundry.

“What’s up with you? Have you seen a ghost?” Asked Cirrus who was washing her clothes in one of the washing machines.

“I… I just saw a very naked Terzo… I think I’m gonna faint.” You babbled and sat down to calm down your heart.

“How?”

“I went to gather his laundry. I knocked on his door but he did not answer, I thought that he was already at work. To my surprise he was not! He was standing there in only a fucking towel on, looking like he would eat me up. And after he grabber it and tossed it at me and it was hard not to look but you know me I looked anyway. So basically that’s what happened.”

“Was it better than an orgasm?” She laughed and sat down next to you.

“Stooop. I’m already embarrassed, I even know I looked like a fucking beetroot.”

“And now you have something to think about, and as I mean now I mean always.”

“I think it just burned into my skull.”

“I think you should go get him.”

“Me?? What? You think that he’d touch me?”

“Absolutely, why you think otherwise?”

“It’s just… well if someone say something about you all the time you tend to believe it.” You shrugged your shoulders and popped the Papa’s clothes into one of the washing machines.

“It’s sad that they treat you like this. By the way, did you talked with him?”

“Yes I told him how the siblings were treating me. He did not like it one bit. He said that he’d take care of it himself.”

“And you said to him that you can handle it like a big girl you are.” Cirrus was not surprised.

“You know me too well.”

“Well… well… well. Who’s here? Did you sucked Papa’s sick to make you worthy of his time?” Oh boy it started again.

“Stop it, he’d never be aroused by…. Her.” That ducking pause was the last straw.

“I don’t fucking care what you say anymore. I’m not a whore like you and your best friends. I’m tired of your shit!” You practically shouted now and you did not know that Terzo heard the conversation between you and the shameless sisters. He was furious, how they treated you even after he talked with them about this. He’ll not tolerate this anymore so he approached you from behind, the sisters became silent and you did not know why. When you turned around you saw Terzo, looking straight at the sisters, with such intense gaze.

“How dare you treat your sister like that? Did I not tell you to respect her and not make her feel worthless?”

“Papa we….” Said one of the sister but Terzo shut her up.

“I don’t care anymore. I should banish all of you from the Ministry and to never return here.” His voice was louder than before and you grabbed onto his hand, looked at him. He realised that he scared you a little and calmed himself down as he realised that you held his hand. Little smile painted his face.

“I’m sorry Sorella for scaring you. I didn’t mean it.” His head hung low in shame. The sisters already left. Cirrus was just watching in the two of you.

“It’s alright Papa. Thank you for standing up to me.”

“It’s nothing.”He touched your face with his hand, lingered it there. The tension between the two of you became so unbearable you let go of his hand and made a khm sound.

“I… I should go now. I’ll get your laundry back to your chambers Papa.” You said and tossed Primo’s clothes into the drier.

“Me too. I have some paperwork to do. Until we meet again mio amore.” He bid you goodbye and left you with Cirrus who was just staring at you.

“What?”

“He was just totally enamoured by you. I swear if he’ll not make a move I will.” She giggled and winked at you.

“Oh shoo. I have to finish my tasks. See you at lunch?”

“Of course. Take care (y/n).” She pressed a kiss to your forehead and left you there, alone with you racing heart and your wild thoughts. Time flew by fast and you realised that you were late for supper. You basically ran through the whole ministry and suddenly someone knocked you over and fell to the ground.

“You bitch. I fucking told you that someday I’ll kill you.” It was her again. And she was furious. He kicked you in your stomach a few times and just simply left you there. You don’t even know how long you were laying there but you heard someone shout. It was Dewdrop.

“(Y/n)! What happened? Who did this to you?!” He crouched down to you and hugged you to his body, you wanted to fell asleep. You felt at peace.

“It was her again. S….she kicked me over and over again and left me here.” Tears already flew down your cheek and Dew wiped them from your cheeks.

“What hap…. Oh no. (Y/n). Shit.” It was Terzo. He kneeled down and possessively grabbed you and hugged you to his body. “Go find her!” He commanded and Dew only nodded and left. He was so concerned about what happened to you.

“I’m so sorry mio amore. I was not here.”

“It’s… not your fault, Please Papa don’t blame yourself. I’m fine.” As you wanted to sit up ha catches you and lifted you up bridal style. A little scream left your mouth and hugged him by his neck.

“Don’t worry I won’t drop you Sorella.” And he did not drop you. His legs drove him to his chambers. He somehow managed to open the door and lay you down on his bed. You hissed and it hit a little where she kicked you. He put his hand there and caressed it. Your pain slightly reduced at the sight of him. How he put a spell on you?

“Thank you for taking care of me Papa. But you didn’t have to.”

“Please just rest. And call me Terzo. No need for formalities.”

“Terzo.”

“Hmm…. Sorella. Mi piace quando dici il mio nome. (i love it when you say my name) There it is. That fucking Italian speaking. It makes you crave him even more.

“I don’t know what you said, but I agree.” You face twisted in pain as you tried to get comfortable on his bed. Which he would like to see all the time.

“It’s good that we’re on the same page. Anyway, I’ll be back, I have an important meeting to attend to. Be a good girl and stay here.”

“Yes sir, I mean Uhmm…. Yes Papa.” You embarrassed yourself even more, but on the other hand Terzo was worked up even more. He knew that you was kinky. And it make him want you more.

“Sorella when it’s only the two if us I allow you to call me Sir. Sei una brava ragazza per Papà . (You’re such a good girl for Papa.) his dominant side was already showing and how he wished to just take you here and his bed.

“Thank you, Sir.” You were now a panting mess. Pussy wet from his words, actions.

“Quando torno, ti scoperò così forte che persino dimenticato il tuo nome. (When I come back, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll even forget your own name.)

“Papa please, I don’t understand, but….”

“But what Sorella? Do tell Papa.”

“But I swear to Satan that you said something dirty.”

“Mio dolce, you have no idea.” He winked and you bit down on you bottom lip, he leaned in and his lips almost touched yours.

“I have to go now, be good.” He sort of commanded and pressed his lips to yours in a bruising and unfortunately quick kiss and left you. You wondered if he was about to do something with the sister who beat you up.

“I’m so glad you’re alright. I got you some clothes. Since Papa said that you won’t left his chamber for a while. And he said that it had to be something purple so these are the only purple things that I found.” Approached you Cirrus and you saw what was in her hands and did not liked it.

“I’m not gonna wear these….”

“You have to. Papa ordered I’m afraid. He told me also that I can help you bath. I don’t know if you’re comfortable enough to help you (y/n).” Cirrus sat down on the bed and held your hand, squeezing it gently.

“A bath sounds nice. Please help me get out of this habit, cause I’ll be boiled alive.” She nodded and helped you to get into the bathroom. She then proceeded to help you with undressing. You were not as shy as you thought. Cirrus was calming you down. When you were fully. Asked she gathered your clothes and folded them into one and helped you into the bathtub. Bubbles were hiding your breasts and body. A pleased sigh left your lips.

“Thank you Cirrus, I think I can manage it from here.”

“Are you sure?” But Papa t…”

“I’m fine. I’m sure Papa’ll understand it.”

“Alright, but be careful. See you tomorrow. Sweet dreams.” She kissed your forehead and left you alone. You laid back and placed not of your hands onto the edge and tossed you head up, relaxing into the bath fully. You did not know how many minutes passed but you felt someone was watching you. In the door, he stood, smiling in satisfaction.

“T…Terzo. I…um.”

“I see you’re enjoying your bath.” Ha came a little bit closer to the tub and you backed away. You don’t even know why, your body moved on its own. Terzo body tensed and slowly approached the bathtub you were seated in.

“Yes I am. Thank you for your hospitality, but I think I can manage to get back to my own chambers.”

“I won’t let you do it Sorella, you need to recover a bit. So it’d be the best option if you stay with me, to check on you and your health.”

“But you don’t have to do that, I mean why you would?” His sighed and stepped into the tub with both legs, he didn’t even bothered to pull it down. “Papa!”

“I told you Sorella, you call me Terzo. Scoot over, let me sit behind you. And don’t be so shy, you have a body to die for.” His words made you warm inside, and you obeyed to his command and let him get behind you, but before that he removed his dress shirt, leaving him bare chested.

“What are you doing?”

“So many questions mia cara. Lay back!” And you just did that. His chest collided with your back, his legs were either side of you. You felt sad in his arms, even if you were naked. And your head were filled with all the dirty thoughts about what he would do to you, how hard he’d fuck you, call you names, speaking Italian to you. You swore that it was some kind of kink you had.

“I have to say Pap….. Terzo that I’m rather uneasy. I mean I’m naked and I’m really shy about my body.” You did not dare to look back at him. He sighed and wrapped his hands around you, just above you breasts and hugged you to his body. A little sound left you lips at the sudden movement and Terzo just chuckled.

“You don’t have to be shy around me mia cara. Would you let me to wash you?” Your eyes widened in shock at his request. Your heart was ready to burst out of your chest. And you were sweating.

“I don’t think that it’s a good idea.” You just wanted to get out of the tub and ran back into your room.

“Do tell me why do you think that?” He asked and moved one of his hand to your stomach and rested it there. He was every inch of your body, which made you uncomfortable. Your skin was slightly pink in color cause of the hot water you two were in. He then moved his hand down to your thigh and squeezed it, a little sound left your mouth. You knew that you were worked up and he knew it too.

“P…Terzo. Please don’t…” tears stung your eyes and wiped one tear off from your face.

“Oh Cara. Please don’t be upset. What’s wrong? Tell me, your Papa.” With his other hand he moved your head by your chin to look at him. His eyes were filled with worry.

“My….Papa?” He caressed your face and leaned onto it. His lips were almost touching.

“I’ve always been yours amore.” You bit down on your bottom lip and did not even realised that with his other hand he started to caress you all over you body.

“Spread your legs for Papa.”

“But…”

“No buts. Be a good girl and do what your Papa said.” You bit your bottom lip and slowly opened up to him and to his hand. He slowly moved it to you pussy and moved his fingers up and down. It made you hips buckle up and moan out his name, and you felt that he was getting hard under his pants.

“Terzo…”

“Pssst. Let me wash you Sorella. As I said no funny business. I just want you to feel better and don’t worry about the sisters. I took care of it.” His fingers found your clit and circled it agonising slow.

“Did you…?” He saw your uneasy state.

“Killed them? No. But they won’t bully you anymore.”

“Th…ahh.. thank you Papa.” He added more pressure to the motion and you knew that you wouldn’t last long if he’s continuing his actions. Your head rested on his chest and did not care about the sounds you made anymore, just let them out. His other hand found your left breast and squeezed it gently, while grabbed your nipple with his fingers and pulled it a little.

“That’s some lovely noises, mio amore.” He whispered into your ear and bit down on it. “I cannot control myself, you’re so delicious.” He finally kissed you. It was a bruising one and it made you feel even more horny. To be honest you were never been this worked up in a long time. His tongue licked down on your lower lip to gain access into you mouth which you gladly accepted. His fingers in the meantime found your opening and slowly slide it in.

“You’re so tight (Y/n).”

“Please Papa.”

“Beg me some more, let me hear you.” And you knew that it was your time to speak some Italian to him. You bet that he’ll be as worked up as you now.

“Per favore Papà. Fammi venire sulle tue dita.”(Please Papa. Make me come on your fingers.)

“Parli Italiano Sorella? (You speak Italian.)

“Sí Papa. I’m still learning.” He added another finger and slowly increased the speed, fucking you faster. “Please I’m so close… don’t stop..”

“I’d not dare. As a good girl you are you’re allowed to cum. Vieni per il tuo Papa. (Come for your Papa.)

“Thank you.” He was slightly surprised be your answer, his thoughts were filled with you, on your knees before him, on his bed, fucking you into the mattress, moaning your name as you moan his. You are his and only HIS. No man would dare to touch you. With his palm, he massaged your clit and that’s when you came undone, screaming his name so loud even the whole Ministry would heard it. You gripped the bathtub with both hands

“You’re quite the screamer. Without the ‘s’.” You just laughed at his dirty joke.

“And you’re quite talented, with your fingers.”

“Wait until your pussy swallow my cock, sweetheart.”

“Terzo…”

“Sorry Love, I cannot help it.”

“My tummy starts to hurt again.” You held onto your stomach again and saw the blue and green marks on it.

“I’m so sorry, I was not there to protect you. I should’ve….” You hushed him and kissed his right cheek.

“Don’t blame yourself for something that you could not stop. Please.” You pressed your lips to his and caressed his cheek with you hand.

“We should get out. The water’s getting cold.”

“Yeah. Can you please….uhmm…”

“Dimmi amore.” (Tell me love.)

“Can you get out first? I want to get dressed myself.”

“I can help you ya know.” He winked.

“Please, I…I have a little something for you…”

“Oh… Ohh.. mio amore you’re full of surprises. I’ll be there in the bedroom. And (Y/n)….”

“Yes Terzo?”

“I don’t like to wait.” He kissed you feverishly and spanked your butt. He winked at you once more and left you, closing to door after. You were a mess, the orgasm was so intense, that you were still under its spell. Legs wobbly but it did not stop you to dress into that lingerie. He’ll like it, very much. That thong was a little uncomfortable, but the though that Terzo was so excited about your little something-something. You took a look in the mirror and fixed your hair and tucked everything is place, took a deep breath and opened the door, looking out just to make sure that Terzo was indeed in the bedroom and did not changed his mind. He was on his bed, his pants were on the floor. He leaned on to the bed frame with his back legs under the cover. When he what you were wearing his mouth made an ‘O’.

“Sorella you look….”

“Disgusting.” You frowned. He said nothing, just sat to the side of the bed, legs hanging from it, hand held out to you. You took it and he yanked you until you were on your stomach on his knees. “Papa….” There was a loud noise and then a stinging sensation. Did he just spanked you?

“Don’t you ever say something about yourself that ain’t true, I’ll spank you hell even make you gag on my cock to make you realise that you’re not disgusting. You’re like an angel from hell, I’m blinded by your beauty and kindness of your heart. And you make me so horny dolcezza I just wanna fuck you right there in my bed. Make you come over and over again. Hmm…. Just the though of it makes me hard. You feel that? It’s because of you.” He slapped your butt again but this time he stroked it gently.

“Terzo..”

“Shh… I’ll punish you amore. Are you ready?”

“Yes….”

“Yes what?”

“Yes…sir.”

“Brava ragazza (Y/n)!” Then he proceeded to spank you, it stung very much. You moaned as he stroked each blow and his hard cock pulsed on your stomach. It made you wet immediately and he noticed it right away. “Look at you. A little spanking and you’re dripping like waterfall. I see your enjoying this.”

“You too Papa… your cock… it’s so hard.” You did not even know where this confidence came from.

“You made me hard. Not to talk about the fact that it craves your pussy so bad.” He spanked your butt again, and you don’t know how many more he gave you but eventually stopped and helped you up to sit down next to him.

“I hope you learned you lesson Love.” He kissed you lips lightly.

“Absolutely and I think I can’t sit on it much more.”

“I’m sorry. I promise I’ll go easy on you next time.” Your eyes widened at his answer. “Only if you want to mia dolcezza.”

“Of course I want to. To be honest when i joined the ministry I only had eyes for you. I know cheesy.”

“No it’s not ‘cheesy’. I’m glad that I caught your beautiful eyes..” you looked down and saw that he still had that painful erection. You wanted to take care of it but he grabbed you hand and held it to his mouth and kissed it. “It’s only about you now. I don’t want to hurt you. I want you to rest now. It was a lot to take in.”

“Oh Terzo..” you hugged him and pressed him closer to you. He wrapped his hand around you and buried his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“Ti amo, amore!”

“Il mio Terzo, ti amo.” (My Terzo, I love you.) you touched his cheek with both hands and kissed him. It was full with love and emotions. And that’s what he needed, someone to love him, appreciate him. You were the one who he always wanted.

“We should sleep now.”

“Yes tesoro. Come. I’ll hold you close.” And you followed Terzo and hug each other under the bedsheets. Your heart was pounding in your chest, he loved you. It was all you wanted to hear. You laid your head onto his chest, arm hooked over his lower belly. His hand over your shoulder hugging you close.

“Buona notte amore mio.”

“Good night Terzo. Love you.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of your hair and let sleep carry you away… and while you slept you had the best dream you’d ask for. You were pregnant with Terzo’s baby, him kissing it gently while the baby kicked inside of you. But it was cut short when you woke up Terzo was still sleeping next to you. His paint was still on, maybe you should wipe it down before it get’s smeared off. But now you had to take care of your thirst. So headed straight into the bathroom to drink. While you were there you heard some really weird noise and when you came closer to the bathroom door you realised that Terzo was moaning in his sleep. Your name. It made you wet already and you decided that it was time to fuck him properly. So you had a plan. You exited the bathroom and made your way straight to the bed. You slowly peered the sheet off of his body and the first thing you saw that he was naked.

“When did you took off your boxers? It doesn’t matter it’ll be easy for me to sink down your cock.” You gently grabbed his cock and slowly pumped it up and down. Terzo moaned but did not wake up, you discarded your panties fast and sunk down on his cock. He was so big, it stretched your walls deliciously. When he was fully inside you he grabbed onto the bedsheet with one hand but did not woke up. Your hands roamed down his body and wanted to touch every corner of it. And you decided that it was time for you to move. Your hands were still on his chest as you moved your hips up and down.

“Ahh… yes.. (Y…(Y/n). Hmm… Ohh… what a delightful sigh to wake up to.” He smirked and grabbed onto your hips to guide you on his cock again.

“Ah.. Terzo please.” Your nails dig into his flesh making it bleed a little as he moved with you, his cock reached your cervix making you hornier.

“Merda. You’re so tight. Uhh… such a perfect pussy.” His noises were deliciously sinful and you cannot wait to hear them more and more.

“Fuck.. Terzo..”

“Yes Love. Jump on it like your life depends on it. Fuck yourself on my cock.” His hands grabbed onto your remained part of lingerie and took it off of your body, leaving you naked. Your hands immediately folded in front of you, but he grabbed them and put them on his chest, buckled his hips on the process.

“Please.. I..”

“You look like a goddess. Don’t you dare hide yourself from me.” His tone was so dominant, and you liked it.

“Yes Papa.”

“Hmm… augh.. tell Papa what you want. Confess to me.” His right hand stroked up to you breast and squeezed it, twirling your nipple in his fingers.

“Forgive me Papa for I have not sinned.”

“Hmm.. do continue my child.” His other hand joined his other and grabbed onto you other breast, squeezing it roughly. You back was straight now jumping up and down his cock.

“I… I did not pleasured myself for so long Papa.. uhhh… but there’s someone who caught my eye.”

“Do tell me about him. Hmm…. Maybe I can help you.” He suddenly sat up and started to kiss your neck, nipping at your sensitive flesh.

“Ahh… he’s a higher member, no ordinary man. He’s devilishly handsome, and ahh…. I dream about him, always. But not touching myself.”

“Everyone has needs, my child. Tell me your recent dream, where did it happen?” He now sucked on your skin biting into it after making you scream out.

“It happened is his bedroom Papa. I dreamed of having his child in me.” He stopped and looked into your eyes.

“And you want that Sorella? You want him to fuck a baby in you? Cum into your pussy so you can make him progeny?”

“That’s all I want. Because I love him.” His eyes were watery like he wanted to cry because of your confession about your dream and your confession.

“Then do not waste more time love.” Terzo changed your position and laid you onto your back his cock never left you. So he started to pound into you. His body was on yours, hand in hand. You felt that your gonna cum soon.

“Terzo…I’m so close please…ahhh…” his thrusts became more and more animalistic and brutal, but you did not mind one bit.

“I’ll fill you up so good. You’ll be round for days because of my seed. I’ll come soon amore.” It made you excited that you’ll have your own kids with him. You wanted nothing more to be the woman he always wanted. But now you only focused on him and how his cock deliciously pounded into your pussy, making you moan and cry out and knew that you were close, so close to release. His features shown that he was so close too. His and your moans filled the bedroom, skin on skin sound become so loudly with every thrust of his hips. Your lips was bruised by his needy lips, he bit down on your neck drawing blood angel he lapped on it like a vampire.

“I can feel you’re close. Come for me. Come in my cock like a good girl you are!” He commanded at it was enough to make you a writhing mess and cum for him. It was so intense you even lost your ability to see a little. His name left your lips several times. And felt his cum fill up you up to the hilt. He kissed you feverishly and stroked your hair affectionately.

“I love you (Y/n), with all my heart. You’d honour me if you’d be mine and mine alone.”

“Did you just propose to me?” He laughed and kissed you.

“You’re mine, mine to love, to fuck, to fill. My Prime Mover.”

“Only yours.”

#the band ghost #ghost bc #papa terzo #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus Terzo x reader #terzo x reader

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This is a big ask so don't feel like you have to, but would you be interested in pitching some summaries of the fics you have up on Ao3? I know there are summaries up there, but I like the casual way you have with words and you say fuck a lot and I dunno yeah

omg this is so funny bc i know the exact way with words you're talking about and of course im not gonna pass up a chance to promote my own work hehe YOU GOT IT!

i have 20 atla fics so I'm going to recommend them in order of... least to most kudos??? to try to trick people into reading more of my stuff? lol idk

I'm 99% sure all of these are Zukka fics...

The Last Five Years - ok actually this is a bad place to start bc i don't think im gonna finish it. it just really didn't take off but um its a The Last Five Years AU with really fucking sad Divorced Zukka

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Cry - this is i think my newest one, it has trans zukka and it's a bit angsty with a fake death but i also think it's kind of fun. it's the idea trans people have of ''who's going to care if my family puts the wrong name on my gravestone?" but there IS a happy ending

A Problem Halved is a Problem Shared - im gonna be honest i dont fucking remember writing this one lol but it says dialogue-only and it WILL be angsty bc it is about zuko and sokka dealing with different issues they have

One Last Time (and its sequel The End of All Things) - Actually OLT is definitely one of my faves I ever wrote. It's my canon-compliant take on um... *cough* Sokka's death, referenced in Korra. It's SO angsty but it has one of the most visceral scenes I've ever written and I DID cry writing this. TEoAT is the happy ending Divorced Zukka deserved with bonus Iroh but you WILL cry reading that too. BUT i cant fucking recommend these ones enough!!!!

If I fade away (the awful things we do to make the head go quiet) - VERY dead dove. trans zuko needs to pay a MASSIVE price to get home to the Fire Nation after Ba Sing Se, and it's not his choice at all. I love this but READ WITH CAUTION

In Which Sokka is Supportive Ally Boyfriend Goals - I am dead serious i like dont remember this one at all but i know it has trans zuko!

Nourishing the Flame Within - not the best written tbhtbh BUT it does have two very important Zukos in it that I hold to be universally true: trans zuko and eating disorder zuko

bad idea right? - okay this is DEF one of my faves lol its about divorced zukka but they just cant stop messing things up and sleeping with each other even though theyre not together anymore lolol

Keeping it in the Family - lmao OKAY SO this is the ONE version of zukka that im like 'ok all u z*tara folks, maybe zuko WAS with her and it obvs didnt work' and then he hooks up with sokka instead and its GREAT but oops now we have Family Drama

Scars of Trust - bro im not gonna like i barely remember writing this one but i remember I LOVE IT and it's about sokka who has been dating zuko a while but he finally learns that zuko is trans? its great

Playing the Long Game - eh, i don't love it, but I'd say it's worth a read. it was my first longer fic in the fandom. it DOES have a great Zukki evolution though if you're into that, and a nice mystery!! Also some whump and angst bc of course

Keeping Score - I liked this one! It's just little snippets of times Sokka has survived assassination attempts, because we always hear about it happening to Zuko, but Sokka gets them too. Angst obviously

It Was Cruel and It Was Wrong - wow, a dead dove fic, yes. It's basically like "If I'm Joo Lee and you're Joo Lee, then who's flying the bison?" Yeah so Sokka and Zuko are both brainwashed by the Dai Lee and Suffering but be careful because this gets DARK

Mother - Izumi has two dads but she feels bad she doesn't have a mom. But guess what, her dads don't have moms either!! She's very happy to find that out! Wow Izumi, way to have some sympathy.

Impact - It's about Zuko taking a longer time to recover from an assassination attempt than he'd want, and Sokka being loving and patient with him! I wrote this when I had a bad concussion for like three weeks and so it's pretty like. Medically accurate lol

Scratchy - Short and sweet. I don't remember this one much but I know that it is fluffy and involves turtle ducks!

Hidden Pain, Shared Love - Another short and fluffy one. It's about the first time Zuko sees that Sokka has problems with his leg sometimes?

Zuko and Sokka Get Engaged in the Most Zukka Way Possible - okay i actually really love this one because it's on brand and cute and also i made it fucking angsty because oF COURSE

Zuko Amongst the Dragons - yes so what if zuko was raised by dragons and met the gaang but he was super feral? and what if shenanigans ensued? AND what if sokka and zuko fell in love anyway????

#quesTian #Anonymous #fic #fic recs #atla #zukka #divorced zukka #trans zuko #trans zukka

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Angel of the First Degree - Chapter 15: Christmas

Eddie Munson x Chubby!Reader 3605 words Series Masterlist

Warnings: Anxiety; fatphobia including internalised; drug use; bullying; body issues; discussion of body function and fluids; period shame/stigma; disclosure of sexual assault (chapter 2); disordered eating and thoughts of food; shitty/abusive/critical parents; porn magazines; smut; reference to suicide (specifically Virginia Woolf’s); no beta; grief/mourning; verbal fighting; meat (turkey)... for the vegans; warnings updated each chapter

Synopsis: When Eddie Munson finds you in the midst of a panic attack, it is the beginning of something. A fic featuring body and sex positivity, Eddie in a dress, soft small moments, scary big truths, and all the usual special feelings you’d expect from one of my stories.

Chapter Summary: It was the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Author's Note: We also continue with our little peppering of glimpses into Eddie’s masterplan. Bonus: We find out what's in the Garfield mug.

“The roads are awful,” you tried to argue.

It was just under a week until Christmas, and from where you sat on the bed, you could see snow falling outside. Forest Hills had already become a depressing version of a winter wonderland.

“I’m taking Wayne’s truck. He got chains put on.”

Eddie continued to shove things into his duffle bag, not bothering to face you as he spoke.

“Why can’t they at least meet you halfway?”

Eddie held back a smirk. “It’s not the same as me driving over to someone’s house to sell them a few joints. Not your friendly neighbourhood drug dealer. They’re a supplier, you know?”

“Okay but doesn’t that make them dangerous?”

“That’s why you’re not coming,”

“Eddie,” you whined, but the pitch is sad and he heard it.

Eddie stopped packing and sat on the edge of the bed. “It’s one night, angel. I’ll be in and out there. I promise if there was a different way of getting the product, I’d do that. But no Rick means I gotta fend for myself, and I want it done before Christmas, ‘kay?”

He felt like shit for lying to you, but there was no other cover story. Eddie had spent hours thinking about it, but all alternatives made no sense. Driving to Chicago to buy a few months’ worth of drugs got him to the city without you.

Eddie had added flourishes to the story to make it seem more real. People suffered through the holidays; weed was a saving grace he could charge a premium for. People partied through the holidays; coke and party drugs at holiday rates. Supply and demand.

It was hard for you to come up with a valid enough reason for him not to go. The income generated from the product would be supporting you after all. Regardless, you felt sick knowing Eddie would be alone on the icy roads for so long, and you were terrified at the thought of who he’d be meeting in the Windy City.

When Eddie kissed you goodbye, he held your face in his hands and studied it. “I love you,” he said softly while his expression was set in a hard frown.

“I love you too. Be safe.”

Once he was gone, you went back to bed with the hopes of sleeping through the subsequent forty-eight hours.

At the wheel of Wayne’s truck, Eddie had Hawkins in his rearview mirror, and a list of addresses and times riding shotgun.

…

It came as a surprise to you that you had, in fact, not met all the different sides of Eddie. As Christmas Eve Day dawned, your boyfriend was running on adrenaline, black coffee, and a questionable amount of sugar.

You sat at the kitchen counter, nursing a cup of milky tea, watching him measure out herbs and spices. At first, he was explaining the recipe to you. Quickly it descended into Eddie muttering something about oven hot spots and internal turkey temperatures. It would have been funny if he didn’t look so unhinged.

When Wayne came home from his night shift, he froze in the doorway at the sight of Eddie in the kitchen.

“Jesus. This shit starts earlier every year,” he said.

“Yeah. Yeah. And every year I get closer to the perfect fuckin’ bird, don’t I? Huh? Yeah?”

“Alright. Calm down. Don’t get your turkey in a twist… If this is happening, I’m taking the bed for a couple’a hours,”

“Yeah, ‘kay. Don’t mind the wet patches,” Eddie replied with a dumbass smile.

You closed your eyes and felt your cheeks heat.

Wayne made a noise of extreme discontent, grabbed the blanket hung over his fold-up bed, and disappeared into the bedroom.

“Why did you have to say that?” you whined.

Eddie cackled and returned to his precious Christmas Eve roast. “After you eat this, you’ll let me say whatever I fucking want.”

When his prized bird was safely on its way to cooked perfection, you joined Eddie to help prepare the sides. Mashed potatoes and peas. Gravy and cranberry sauce. Most of it was store-bought mixes because Eddie had spent so much on the bird. You didn’t care at all. With the trailer smelling of food and pine, and a small collection of gifts under the tree, it was shaping up to be a kind of beautiful Christmas.

When Wayne emerged from the bedroom, it was late afternoon. Dinner was well on its way to being cooked, and Eddie was sitting on the floor in front of the oven. He’d let you bake gingerbread on the condition that he watched the oven to ensure his turkey wasn’t affected.

“If anything, my cookies are gonna smell like it!”

“Lucky them!”

Wayne took his usual position in the single armchair in the corner of the room. He’d put on a record then relaxed in for the night.

“We don’t always get Christmas Eve together,” Eddie explained. “He asked for it off this year,”

“That’s good,”

“For you,” he added. You had joined Eddie on the floor next to the oven, and looked over at him when he said it. “My first Christmas with him was awesome. I mean, all things considered. Reckon he wants yours to be too.”

It felt good in that way that hurts.

When your cookies were out and cooled, you and Eddie sat at the little table against the wall and began to decorate. Your first three were gingerbread replicas of you, Eddie, and Wayne. You glanced over at Eddie’s plate. He had bitten limbs off his men and eaten them happily.

“They fought valiantly,” he told you.

“Who was the war against?”

“Christian fundamentalists,” Eddie replied, not missing a beat.

“Jesus,” you laughed.

“Nah, he’s actually on the other side.”

You watched him for a few more moments, lost in his own little storyline of broken soldiers and religious zealots. Truly, there was nobody else like Eddie.

After gingerbread men and spiked eggnog, the Christmas crackers were brought out. You won against both Eddie and Wayne, wearing a pink and a blue paper hat on your head. Wayne won against Eddie, leaving Eddie to pout and smell the gunpowder sticks left in the halved crackers.

“Like sparklers,” he told you, inhaling dramatically.

Wayne unraveled the tiny piece of paper in his hands and sighed. “Why did Santa’s helper go to the doctor?” You and Eddie shrugged. “Because he had low elf esteem.”

Eddie snorted. “Alright, gimme one?” You handed him one of yours. “Ahhh, ‘kay… What’s the best Christmas present in the world? … A broken drum… You just can’t beat it,”

“We should save that for Gareth. Okay, mine says… What do you get when you cross Santa with a vampire?”

“Frostbite,” Eddie answered immediately.

“Yeah,”

“That’s my favourite Christmas joke,”

“You have a favourite Christmas joke?”

“Yeah. That and: what do you get if you cross a bell with a skunk? Jingle smells,”

“That’s bad,” you said but laughed anyway.

“Wayne has a photographic memory for shitty jokes,” Eddie told you, pointing up at his uncle.

“What did one snowman say to the other snowman? … Can you smell carrot?”

And it went on like that until the oven timer binged and Eddie screamed so loud beside you that it hurt your ears.

“Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck. Yes. Yes, this is it. I’ve done it. I’m a god. I’m a culinary god. The best goddamn chef in all of Indiana.”

You and Wayne stood and watched Eddie pull the turkey out of the oven. He’d done the math and timed all the sides perfectly. He began to mumble to himself (although you were beginning to suspect he was actually talking to the turkey) and put things on serving plates.

“Guess we better set the table,” Wayne said.

The small table against the wall was pulled out and a third folded chair was fetched from somewhere in the trailer. You set out three plates and lots of cutlery. The table wasn’t big enough to put everything on, so Eddie arranged a buffet on the kitchen bench where you each could serve yourself from.

“Looks good, kid,” Wayne offered when you were all at the table.

Eddie took a swig from his can of beer. “Thanks,”

“Really good,” you added. Eddie smiled at you. For a split second, less than even, you saw something in his expression. “What?”

He chewed his lip. “I just… It’s good to see you excited about food,” he said softly. Only months earlier, it would have been a risky thing to say. Not anymore.

You smiled back at him.

“We eating? Or…” Wayne hesitated. “You wanna say grace or something?”

Eddie snorted. “Grace?” They pulled faces at each other, then Eddie conceded. “How ‘bout… Here’s to… graduating, having a hot girlfriend, and a perfectly cooked turkey.”

Wayne shook his head but held his drink up anyway. In unison, the three of you said cheers.

…

Christmas dessert was bags of candy and the final dregs of eggnog. You and Eddie were laying side by side on the floor under the tree, looking up at the twinkling lights.

“What time you start tomorrow?” Eddie asked Wayne.

“Early.”

You hadn’t thought about the fact that so many people work on Christmas Day. You had been living a life of privilege with your parents, one that included holidays off.

“Let’s do presents tonight then,” you suggested.

“Good idea,” Eddie agreed, sitting up and pulling Wayne’s haul out.

A couple of records, novelty socks, and a book of gift vouchers Eddie and you had made that entitled Wayne to things like ‘get out of your turn to vacuum,’ ‘one night alone in the trailer,’ and ‘get out of jail free.’ He laughed at it and Eddie made a comment about how it was probably going to come back and bite you on the asses.

“Your turn, angel,”

“We agreed one thing each,” you whined when Eddie pulled out multiple gifts.

“This one’s from him, so that doesn’t count. And also I was born to break the rules baaaaaa-beeeee,” he replied, his big brown eyes jellifying you.

Wayne’s present to you was a gift card to Build-A-Bear. “I know it’s a bit of a cop-out, but… you know… you’re always happy when you get back from that place.” The gift card was the type you could only buy in-store. The picture of Wayne Munson in that rainbow vomit of a room was somehow even stranger than Eddie in one. You wondered if Kasey had served him.

Eddie had bought you two books, and much like the one you received for your birthday, one was suspiciously aligned with what you would have had to read if enrolled at college. The other was about how modern sociological ideologies can shape the supposed objective understanding of ancient art and literature, therefore ancient culture. Eddie got the gist of it but winced when he flicked open to a random page and tried to read the academic writing. He knew you’d love it.

After the two books, he handed over a final gift. After all the birthday presents and other things he’d given you, you wondered what there could be left for Eddie to wrap.

“Oh, fuck. Hang on,” Eddie exclaimed, jumping up and running to the bedroom, returning with Hellfire. “You might need him for this.”

Unwrapping the small box, your heart melted and you giggled at the cuteness. It was a small replica of Eddie’s pick necklace obviously meant for Hellfire. When you put it on him, it sat perfectly around the cow’s neck. Eddie had used his miniature figurine equipment to make it for you, pulling apart old jewellery in the process.

“Now he really matches you,” you said holding him up, beaming.

“Actually, he matches you. There’s more in the box.”

With Hellfire next to you, you picked the box up again and moved a piece of tissue paper. You hadn’t noticed when Eddie stopped wearing his necklace. Now, it was in the box, offered to you in an act of devotion. It was a promise that he was yours, completely and entirely. And, you were his, adorned with his trademark.

“Eddie,” you started.

He knew that tone. It was the one that voiced shaky thoughts of inadequacy.

“Before you do the whole routine,” Eddie interrupted, waving an accusing finger at you but still wearing a soft smile. “Don’t be a grinch.”

You breathed out, then nodded. The weight of the chain and pick was nothing, but still, it felt like a grounding force weighted with love.

Honestly, you didn’t know where to go from that, didn’t know how to process what the gift symbolised, so instead you picked up your Christmas present to Eddie.

“Well, I stuck to the one thing rule…” you teased.

There was a strange little store in Hawkins, barely a hole in the wall. It sold candles and incense and glittery rocks. Not long after Eddie had passed ownership of the ruby ring to you, you had seen another like it in the store. It probably wasn’t a real fancy ruby, but the red stone was genuine. The ring was less dainty than yours, but you were drawn to it every time you passed by the store.

The woman who worked there reminded you of Stevie Nicks, always in lace and hand knitted things. She had watched you come and go from her store, always lamenting over the red garnet ring. “What does it mean to you?” she asked one day.

You felt embarrassed to be so seen, but she was kind. When you told her about Eddie and showed her the stolen ruby ring, she smiled, saying, “Red garnets are gemstones full of love.” After she told you about how scientists were making synthetic garnets but without the earth energy or characterising imperfections, you moved aside so she could help a group of teenagers.

The group was vaguely familiar, maybe they had been Juniors that year. On top of the usual anxiety you felt whenever groups of kids were nearby, you sensed something else. The girls in the group were asking lots of questions about things on one side of the store, while the boys huddled together on the other. Doing your best to stay off their radar, you slowly made your way to where you could spy better. They were lining their pockets with small trinkets and crystals.

The woman had been so gentle with you, never making you feel bad for not buying whenever you stopped by. You imagined it was hard to own a business like hers in a town like Hawkins. Besides, you thought, there were rules about shoplifting. Eddie had told you he never used his five-finger discount anywhere where the owner was also the person at the register. Honour among thieves.

The kids in the store didn’t get the memo and it filled you with a dash of bravery. You quickly moved to the closed door and knocked over a stack of books that sat neatly by it. Everyone in the store looked to see what the commotion was.

“Sorry,” you said. “I’ll pick them up. You guys can pay for the stuff you’re getting while I do it. I’ll be quick.”

The boys all looked at each other. “What stuff?” one tried.

You began to slowly rebuild the book tower.

“Guess I should get baskets so customers don’t have to put things in their pockets,” the woman said, leaving the girls to go stand in the boys’ personal space.

They dumped all the things out onto the counter, legging it out the door just as you opened it wide. “Fucking bitches!” and “Freaks!” were thrown in as they left.

“Did they break anything?” you asked, walking over to help the woman put things back in their rightful homes.

“Thankfully not. I normally just let them leave with it all,”

“Why?”

“Apparently confronting people makes myself a target, according to the Chief. S’not been the same since Hopper died…”

“I’m sorry,”

“Not your bad to apologise for. Anyway, thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

You thought on it… “I did. It was the right thing to do.”

The woman looked at you, almost through you. She had that otherworldliness to her gaze that Eddie sometimes got. People like them saw the universe differently.

When she offered you the ring as a reward for stepping in, you declined. As you did the next time you were there and she offered, and the third. The fourth time you sighed.

“This ring stopped being mine the minute you walked in here,” she said. “I think it’s meant for your boyfriend.”

Sitting on the floor cross-legged, Eddie mirroring your position, you knew that the witchy woman was right all along.

“Just one is one more than I need,” Eddie said, tearing into the small gift. The wrapping paper gave way to the small velvet box. “Oh my gawwwd.” It was a new voice for him. “Baaaaabe. Honey bunny. Cupcake. You shouldn’t have.” He hadn’t even opened the box. “I do. I will be your wife.” But then he opened the box and his impersonation of bouncy fiancé girl dropped. His eyebrows knitted together.

“You don’t like it?” you said more than asked before you could stop yourself.

“No, no, I love it. It’s just too much,”

“Oh. No. It’s not…” You went to say more but didn’t really know how to begin to justify something so small to someone so big.

Thankfully, Eddie shut up and accepted it, putting the ring on and staring at it. You knew him well enough to know he was holding back tears. His eyes glossed over and he scrunched his nose up like a rabbit. When he was ready, he looked back up at you.

“I love you,” he said so seriously. There were so many things going through his mind. A masterplan with so many moving parts he felt tired all the time. It was coming together though, and he was so close to the reveal.

“I love you too,” you replied, voice shaky.

Wayne waited a few moments before breaking up the intense gaze-off you and Eddie were in. He cleared his throat. “I’ll put this here for safe keepin’,” he said, standing and reaching up to a shelf of his mugs to put the book of vouchers in it. As he angled the Garfield mug, he heard a sound. You watched Wayne pull the mug down and peer inside. “What the hell?”

“You would not fucking believe how long I’ve been waiting for you to find that!” Eddie said, loud and proud, shooting up and clapping his hands.

Wayne fished out the object and held it up. It was a human tooth. “Jesus. Is this real?”

“Ah-huh,” Eddie answered, cackling. You and Wayne both waited for him to explain. “You remember when one of my wisdom teeth was coming in?”

“Do I bloody remem- Yes, Eddie, I do. Bitched and moaned about it day and night but wouldn’t go see anybody ‘bout it,”

“Yeah, well, you know Hacksaw Henry? Got him to pull out the back tooth so the new one could just come in. Worked a treat.”

It was hard to tell who was more horrified.

“You did what?” Wayne nearly yelled.

“Hacksaw Henry?” The name told you a lot but you needed to know more.

Eddie laughed again. “That’s been in there for almost two years,”

“Hells bells, you’re going to be the death of me,” Wayne said, flopping back down on his armchair and throwing the tooth across the room to Eddie.

“No, seriously, Hacksaw Henry?”

“He’s from the other side of the park. Watches too much T.V. and reads these weird medical journals. He’s Forest Hill’s resident quote unquote doctor,” Eddie told you while examining his old molar, remembering the day it was pulled from his jaw.

“You let him pull a healthy tooth?”

“Nah; I paid him to pull it. ‘Sides, the tooth wasn’t perfectly healthy. When the wisdom one started to break through, this one started to rot. See?” he explained, handing the tooth down to you.

You could see what he was talking about, but all in all, it still seemed like an insane thing to do.

“Cheaper than an actual dentist. Hurt like a bitch, but heard getting your wisdom teeth out does too. Skulled a six pack before to calm my jangled nerves… And voila…” Eddie added. “Honestly thought you’d find it sooner, old man… Guess Garfield isn’t your favourite?”

“You know those are the special ones,” Wayne said, pointing to that particular shelf of mugs.

“Can I keep this?” you asked, still studying the tooth.

Eddie looked at you and grinned wide. He loved that you wanted it. That you’d asked for it. He would have pulled all his teeth to give you a complete set if you’d use that soft voice again.

“Consider it your final present. Merry Christmas, babe.”

Forest Hills was loud and lit up with Christmas cheer. Once you and Eddie had retired to bed that night, you held each other under the covers.

“It’s weird we both went with jewellery,” he said, finishing the sentence with a kiss on your forehead.

“Great minds?”

“Great minds,” he agreed.

The stretch between Christmas and New Years was a strange liminal time for most people. As you and Eddie drifted to sleep, bruises from his lips leaving a trail from your neck to your underwear, your two great minds thought of that in-between space and what it meant for you both.

Next Chapter: Fireworks

End Note: RIP at Wayne sitting there while you and Eddie get all lovey dovey over a tooth lmaoooo. Also, If you’ve seen the episode of Bob’s Burgers where Bob starts talking to the bird and falling in love and shit, that’s the energy we were channeling here.

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#Mine #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson/Reader #Eddie Munson x You #Eddie Munson/You #Eddie Munson x Chubby!Readder #Chubby!Reader

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Haven't posted in a while, but something that was really bugging me a lot was some shit I noticed when rewatching the Moon Knight series that I think a lot of comic book fans could relate to. I know, Mr " um actually " comic book guy is talking right now but imma need you all to bare with me here for a second. and before any of you start typing, please remember everything said here is MY opinion. All I ask is that you're respectful. I'm going to start of with how I don't understand the hype around this motherfucker.

Literally the most whiniest mf in the ENTIRETY of the MCU. The only people who can like or tolerate this bitch are mfs who have 9 hours of daily screen time on TikTok, listen to hyperpop music and think that he's a soft uwu meow meow baby girl hurt emo princess boy.

Moon Knight is literally one of the most metal superheros out there and the directors saw that and said, " now imagine that but we make his woman so much better than him and water him down and completely change his back story and then wipe our asses with it, spit on it and then pretend we were trying to show representation. " Like what the fuck are you fucking doing?

My first problem is that I felt like this show focused too much on Layla and her relationship to Marc... Nvm, Sorry I lied. Not Marc, fucking STEVEN. This show isn't about " Layla ", its about MARC and Steven and JAKE. (I'll talk about Jake later) Like can we just... " Are you an Egyptian superhero? " " I am. 🥺" GIRL BYE 💀💀 this part of this show was so bad it made eternals look good. This was cringe on the level of seeing your mother do a dab. All that episode 6 was about was Layla kicking ass and that's it. I don't understand why Kevin Feige has the urge to make everything about badass women. Like theres ABSOLUTELY nothing wrong with that, I love badass women and we need more women superheros, but I'm just saying, I came here to watch MOON KNIGHT not Layla El-faouly.

So funny how they make a show about Marc Spector and he only gets like 20 minutes out of the 6 hours of the entirety of the show. I think the most time he got on screen was like episode five and maybe two but that's about it. It felt like he was only there to make things depressing and to make Steven Grant have better character development because he himself is just so fucking boring and not funny. Marc Spector is so much more than " I got hit as a kid and my alter ego is fucking my ex wife. " He's a Jewish antihero struggling with a personality disorder that's eating his life away and a toxic relationship with a man who's been basically lying, emotionally abusing, and manipulating him since his CHILDHOOD. What I love most about Marc Spector is that he's not like all other these mighty superheros, he's just some dude. He just some dude with real human struggles like you and me, trying to figure himself out and navigate through his disorder. Marc should have had a bigger role in this show but I guess Steven Grant and Layla were more interesting than him. Steven is the main course, Layla is the desert and Marc is the salad off to the side that's barley been eaten.

Steven Grant is not a shy British man with great manners who works in a gift shop and is giving in his moms flat, he's a savvy millionaire ( who's from Chicago, Illinois, so as Marc and Jake ) who works in the film industry and lives in a mansion. Those are two completely different characters. Everyone that I've seen who's criticized Steven in the slightest has said that he was bland, boring, and the producers were trying too hard to make him funny. You can't try to have something that's just straight up sad happening with a character and then pretend that it's funny and try to make it into comedy. That's just not how it works and it's not realistic. That's why movies like The Crow are good and movies like Renfield are bad. The Crow takes itself seriously and is genuinely sad but lightly sprinkled with comedy, Renfield wanted to be a bit sad, but ruined itself by trying to hard to make every scene funny.

The only good scene in this entire show is the scene where Marc says, " you are you the only real superpower I ever had " or whatever the fuck. I didn't pay attention because all I could think about was the scene from frozen where Anna fucking froze and Elsa cried about it and then unfroze her with her tears or something. I guess her tears must have been really hot.

What I'll give Muhammad Diab credit for is casting. Having Layla be Egyptian is good, and having Oscar Isaac casted as Marc is also really good. Everyone In the comics is white for a character normally centered around Egyptian bullshit. They also got Khonshus personality right and that's about it.

I hate how the producers said that this show was all about " representation" and then didn't add Frenchie, who is a gay french guy in it or Bushman who is a black mercenary because he was " too much like Killmonger " ( which doesn't make any fucking sense because they are drastically different on so many levels but okay. ) they also said that this show is they're most brutal and violent show yet, but they were " violent " ( and bloody-ish ) the first three episodes and then just kinda gave up towards the end.

For the last thing, I'm gonna talk about Jake finally. Just pretend that I'm sighing right now. Like a really audible, dramatic sigh.

I get they wanted for us to differentiate the differences between each personality with accents but Jake doesn't need to speak Spanish. He doesn't speak Spanish in the comics and having him do it is completely unnecessary. I get it's Hollywood and Hollywood needs to make everything sexy and attractive, but Jake Lockley is the least sexiest alter of Marc Spector. He doesn't wear a suit with black leather gloves or drive a limousine, he's a fucking taxi cab driver with a really weird mustache who wears a turtle neck. When I think sexy, I don't think taxi driver. And it ruins the point of Jake Lockley as well because Marc uses Jake to see what's going on on the streets in New York. New York is really busy and crowded, so people are more prone to using a taxi, not a limousine unless you're bougie and rich.

Anyways that was my rant. Good night.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #marc spector #moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #marvel smut #moon knight comics #marvel comics #steven grant slander #marvel slander #moon knight slander

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thefandomenchantress · 4 months

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what's ur favorite aspect of xanvid, acevid, xanace(? if that's their ship name), and the three of them together?

(Warning: TW For discussion of EDs, as well as the fact this is at least a little self-indulgent)

This is such a fun question heh heh heh! I’m gonna have a lot of fun with this one. (Thanks for asking me, by the way).

…

Xanvid:

I know this isn’t too deep or anything, but making ‘Xander is a huge simp for David’ jokes is one of my favorite pastimes while writing these two. I think it’s very funny.

I’ll be completely honest, at first I only shipped Xanvid because I knew most of the fandom did. Mostly because I somehow forgot this scene happened:

And that scene is the one that probably adds the most substance to their relationship, so forgetting about it took away what is probably one of the most important aspects. That being that Xander actually tries to treat David like a person, not a product or a celebrity.

I think Xander and David would probably be good at hyping each other up when they’re down, or providing each other comfort when they’re sad. Seeing as Xander has experience with grief I don’t think he’d push too hard for David to be happy all the time, which is pretty vital.

Acevid:

The more silly aspect I like is the banter. Ace is always great for fun banter because he never shuts up and doesn’t hesitate to state his opinions, at least most of the time. So most characters can have an entertaining back-and-forth with him.

But post-personality-reveal David in particular is fun for me to write, since he acts like such a smug little bastard. His above-average way with words can pretty much make Ace do what ever he wants (or at least in the beginning, when Ace can’t detect his trickery), and usually what he wants is to fluster Ace as much as possible.

But I guess a more serious one would be why I started shipping them in the first place. Both David and Ace’s careers have merged with the rest of their life in one way or another, and in very unpleasant ways. Both are the only two to show distain for their talents in some capacity, (excluding Teruko and sort of Rose, who doesn’t exactly hate her talent as much as she hates that she got caught and is in debt).

Whit says he didn’t share David’s secret because he doesn’t want to ruin David’s career, and when he phrases it like that it seems stupid, but considering the fact David basically built a whole new personality he’s been crafting for years and is the only thing he lets people see, you slowly realize that ruining his career essentially destroys his life. His image has been his primary concern for so long and now it’s forever tarnished. Which does make his sudden move to get everyone killed make a bit more sense, since perhaps David believes his life is essentially over anyway. Without his image and by extension his career, what is he left with?

And something similar could be said for Ace. Being a jockey is dangerous enough as it is, but with the brittle bones that come with an eating disorder like anorexia (which is what I assume Ace has, though I may be wrong), this risk of injury or even death only increases. In fact the mortality rate of anorexia alone is higher than most mental illnesses. So it’s fair to say that despite his fear of death and things that could hurt him in general, Ace is putting himself in a lot of danger to preserve his career as a jockey. His constant trips to the gym seem to indicate his works out a lot to maintain his weight as well. Despite the fact he hates horse-riding, he is risking his life to keep competing. And since he just got outed for having an eating disorder by Veronika, presumably on (inter?)national television, I’d say there’s a very high chance that he won’t be allowed to race again. So not only has his career been thrown away, but what he has dedicated his life to.

This rant is all to say I think that they could relate to each other in this way, and thus understand what the other is going through. They could help each other figure out where to go from here, and that kind of thing.

(This one ended up being really long, whoops…)

Xanace:

I’ve never written anything of just the two of them before, but I still like them as a pairing. Probably because rivals to lovers is one of my favorite things ever (Hence my love of Teruvid).

My favorite silly aspect is probably that the height difference is very funny to me. Xander’s 6’0 and Ace is 5’5 and I can just imagine them doing this thing:

Where the taller person easily holds back the shorter one, who is trying and failing to attack them (Hope you like my stick figure art haha).

Honestly part of the reason why I’ve never written something with just them is because I’m still trying to figure out why they work together. Xander doesn’t have much patience for Ace’s antics, so having them get along would most likely require Ace to tone it down long enough for them to have a heartfelt moment.

I think once they managed to have a bit of an understanding of each other, however, it’d be fun to see Ace of all people have to talk Xander out of getting in fights. Ace may threaten to fight people, but he won’t. Xander, however, has no qualms about being in a fight if he thinks it necessary. And seeing Ace, who has the habit of saying ‘you wanna fight!?’ to people he barely knows, having to stop him would be funny. Because even if Ace won’t admit it he cares about Xander’s well-being and in a fight he’s bound to get hurt.

Xanacevid:

Hmm…I guess I just feel like they kinda balance each other out, y’know? Xander and Ace’s more hotheaded and reckless tendencies can be balanced out by David’s more generally calm demeanor. Ace and David’s pessimism can be balanced out by Xander’s more cheery yet realistic outlook. David and Xander’s lovey-dovey approach is balanced out by Ace being a grumpy tsundere. I’m not great at putting it into words, they just kinda work. To me, at least.

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Yaaaay I finished! Sorry this took me so long, I had trouble putting into words exactly what I liked about these ships. But thanks for asking I really love talking about stuff like this!!! <3

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #drdt spoilers #david chiem #xander matthews #ace markey #xanvid #acevid #xanace #xanacevid #tw ed #color coding this was fun maybe i’ll do it more

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Looking back at all the “every version of me” posts I’ve made since I started talking about it on here, and I think it’s kinda funny but also sad that the blogs I followed when I first got into this hellsite are blogs I don’t interact with anymore because I’ve drifted away from Marvel

I mean, I still love the Marvel fandom, but it’s just not my thing anymore, you know? And I’m getting so into DC, and I’m really hoping I don’t have that happen again

But that’s not why I wanted to make this post, I wanted to look back at the original idea of Every Version of Me, back when I was just seeing a bit of batfam stuff in my feed and I was just curious (help I’ve been yanked down the rabbit hole)

The original document, which is what I use, but I basically erased it and rewrote it, bc at the time I really started getting into this fic was like early/mid last year, and I wanted to just have a fresh slate

The original idea/doc was put into words in October of 2022 (wow over a year ago) (no, that’s not my real name, deal with it)

And the first picrew I ever made of Skyler (which I still have) was made on May 11, 2023

The original idea of Skyler was an AFAB transmasc with anxiety, depression, ADHD, possible PTSD, asexual, bi-romantic, and a lot of trust issues

His biggest fear was never being good enough, and that Bruce would realize that Skye wasn’t “perfect” aka good enough, and would toss him aside, like everyone else had done

He had trauma from being raped as a kid multiple times and nobody believing him

I think he had an eating disorder? I’m not sure anymore, it’s been practically forever

He had tried to kill himself before, he’d been shoved into hundreds of foster homes between the ages of 7 and 13, bc almost none of the foster homes lasted more than a week. He still has the pocket knife he stole.

He idolized Red Hood, bc that’s who saved him one night when it was cold or he was getting beat up by bigger and stronger people. I don’t really know how or why, but I know that Red Hood saved Skyler, and now he idolizes him, he wants to be just like him. (Think the “big brother I wanna be just like you” edits)

Skyler never changed his name, because it’s something his parents gave him, and it’s one of the only things he had left of them, besides the languages they taught him when he was itty bitty.

Skyler was (and is) Italian and Russian, and knows how to flip you off in more than 3 languages.

Skyler is one of the blorbos that has lasted the longest, even if they did take a back burner a few times, but they never left.

I love Skyler, and I hope you do too.

❤️✍️

#every version of me on ao3 #writeblr #the creative process #my writing timeline #character lore #oc lore #rape mention #tw rape #tw rap3 #suicide mention #tw suicide #suicide #rape #I love Skyler. It might not seem like it but I do- I really do #Skyler buyers #Skyler Wayne #Skyler Buyers-Wayne

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sleepsentry · 1 year

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for the ask game, number 8: unpopular fandom opinion(s) regarding gravity falls. also, love your work. ^_^

Thank you! ^^

Of course these are based on my assumptions about what's popular and these are takes I haven't seen around in the wild.

This kinda just devolves into a headcanon list towards the end. haha ^^'

OK so hmmmm oh boy there's a lot:

Gravity Falls is NOT the best thing ever it just had a bunch of really talented people working on it who made it super fun. But it's far from a golden standard and I don't think it should be held up as a standard, that idea is reductive and creatively stifling.

I don't like comparing Amphibia, Owl House, Duck Tales (2017), Inside Job and many others to Gravity Falls. The similarities are superficial and those shows shouldn't be living in Gravity Fall's shadow. They deserve to stand tall and cast their own.

On that note Alex Hirsch is just some guy and I don't like his stuff on its own that much. He's not that funny or interesting to me, but he is just some guy. Hope he doesn't turn out to be a shitty dude. *shrug*

Stanley is overrated (I love him but jeez guys. He's not that endearing.)

Rick and Morty x Gravity Falls is a terrible crossover, tonally, technically and thematically. (I also am just very unimpressed by rick and morty in general)

Stanchez is bad. Rick can eat my shorts. Stan "deserves better". Obviously the fan creations are good. But they don't change my mind about the base idea.

The stans both did nothing wrong ever and I love them deeply without comparing them. (joke I know they fuck up, but they fuck up together.)

Fiddauthor is mid and boring. It comes off as amatonormative and people overall are very exclusionary over it wich is just being a dick and using a ship preference to justify it. (I dont mean to be mean but yeah, you guys are doing fine you can take some salt.)

Ford and Fidd are more like siblings than a couple.

Ford and Fidd both dismissed eachother and the miscommunication was on both of them. (Similair to stan and ford it's no one character's fault)

Ford and Fidd's relationship has more emotional weight viewed through the platonic lense of fidds being older than ford by two or three years and "adopting" him as a "little brother" in college, and how that followed them into their 30s even when the age gap had long become irrelevant. Rather than just "gay sad nerds have marital issues" as fun as that sounds.

Fiddleford is a crazy, scary, adorable, kind, stupid, genuis. This man contains multitudes, I try my best not to flanderize him into one over the other. He can be all those fun things.

Fiddlestan is inherently more funny and compelling than fiddauthor. (To me, to me.)

Fillbrick wasn't the devil incarnate he was just a shit dad, wich fair enough is very bad. Haha (idk there isn't enough of him for me to truly hate and I'd rather not assume the worst, I deal with abusive parents enough in my day to day I don't need to add one to my fav silly show haha)

Billford isn't "toxic" it's too bizarre for that, and much is left to be inferred about both characters and their dynamic. (Again, assuming the worst instead of something more fitting and fun) It's obviously bad for ford but I thought everyone hated him when he isn't nice to stan or being shipped with fidds so it should be cool. (Sarcasm)

Dipper and mabel fuck up equally and mabel is generally more empathetic and aware of the world around her than dipper who hyperfocuses. (Been there pal.)

Mabel is more similar to Ford and Dipper is more similar to Stan

Dipper is a good boy but a bit on the boring side for me. He's fine. I like him well enough.

Mabel is more relatable to me, but I relate to dip's anxiety disorder so bad.

Dipper would NOT grow up to look like Ford. He'd look like shermy or stan.

Mabel would grow up to be bigger and broader than dipper. She'd also be the one to get glasses and look more like ford. She's already halfway there with the hair and jumpers (sweaters)

Jokes about ford failing to impress girls are cringe, heteronormative and bad. And ford doesn't like anyone. (Bill is his own can of eldritch worms)

Dipper doesn't like girls in the way he thought he should and that's why his crush on wendy played out the way it did, it was never really about her, it was about his relationship to her. How she helped him find someone to admire, and was kinda his first real friend who he felt was cool and understood him, heteronormativity made him think he liked her romantically. He so obviously didn't that it hurts my soul.

Mabcifica is underrated as hell and more interesting than dipcifica. That being said.

I do ship dipcifica but in a queer way. You guys don't get it. They're queer.

The cis/heteronormative takes where pacifica and dipper have children together and dipper looks older but Pacifica is just her kid face on a sexy lady bod make me uncomfortable.

And that's why Dipper, Mabel and Pacifica could grow up into a polyamorous "Vee" relationship. [When one person is dating two people who aren't dating eachother, in this case obviously cause they're twins. It forms a "V" from Pacifica to the Pines twins ^^]

What was this ask originally about?

#gravity falls #asks and answers #ask game #gravity falls headcannon #not art

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bangchanbabygurl · 1 year

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Case 143 (Prologue)

Genre: Angsty/Smut/Romance/Empathetic + Apathetic/College AU/ Childhood friends

WARNINGS: mentions of depression, anxiety, mature themes, explicit language, dark themes, heavy topics, trauma, smut, sexual scenes, mentions of kinks, drug and alcohol abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, parental issues, vigorous sex scene, toxicity, eating disorders, and self-harm.

Word Count: 867

When you love someone, it's harder to hide your emotions in front of them. Sometimes you have to keep your distance, afraid of rejection or losing that person. Everyone is scared of something unless you're not scared of anything; what if there are people afraid of a little thing called love? Fearful of giving someone their trust and heart, terrified that they'll get hurt and forgotten.

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We met during elementary school, a church school to be exact. He was the new student, the foreign exchange student. He spoke no English, yet little me grew a silly crush on him. His name was different from the other boys in class, Lee Minho. His name matched his features and personality; Minho was always quiet. He kept to himself, constantly studying and never interacting with the other kids during recess. He was always seen wearing glasses; hell, I also wore glasses. To my surprise, I might've had a thing for boys with glasses.

I would watch him from a distance during recess only to find him reading or writing; he was indeed different from us all. Some kids would try to interact with him, but Minho would always shake his head, no words leaving his mouth. He would simply shake his head, and the other kids would leave him alone. It was sad knowing he didn't want to interact with us. My mind would think it was due to him not knowing any English; perhaps it was tough for him to learn it.

One day during lunch, Amber decided to pick on me for having pigtails and ribbons for picture day. Minho never liked interacting with the other kids, perhaps because he spoke no English or he was a shy one. Amber had untied my ribbons, causing the pigtails to look messy. All the other kids found it funny, and some found it rude. Teachers were never allowed to eat in the cafeteria with the students; ribbons clutched to my hands as the time for pictures reached.

I had tried fixing it but with no mirror in sight, it wasn't easy. I was Minho's first interaction after his third week of school; he was kind and sweet when he had offered to help. He spoke nothing but Korean, so I supposed he did offer help in his native language. His necktie was loose, but I was a shy kid to offer him help. Minho grabbed the orange ribbon as he gently began to tie it around the hair tie; it made me wonder if he had any sisters because he managed to make the pigtails pretty. I looked at his tie as he worked with the other ribbon, "Your...your necktie is loose," I spoke softly. Once he had finished, Minho gave me a confused look.

I pointed at his tie, "Oh," He said. I felt shocked and dazed hearing him speak; I watched him struggle with it. A cheeky smile spread across my lips, "I can help," I said, looking at him. Minho seemed confused with my words; I hesitated for a bit. My tiny hands grabbed his tie, fixing it for him. Minho never really smiled much during his arrival at this school, but I could've sworn I caught a glimpse of a smile. "There now, it's nice and neat," I said with a smile, "Lilac, it's your turn honey," Ms. Mando said.

Minho nodded as I walked over to the photographer and Ms. Mando, "Alright, sweetie, give us a big smile. Say cheese." Picture day was a success, thanks to Minho. From that day on, I would exchange small talk with Minho, although it seemed like he didn't understand what I was saying most of the time. Little me was happy about having at least one friend in school, even if he didn't understand English. During his third month of school, Minho seemed sad.

"Why are you sad?" I asked, but Minho continued to have a confused expression. A sigh left my lips as I sat down next to him; I gestured to him, being sad by making an expression similar to his. "Sad," I said; Minho lets a small laugh leave him. I smiled faintly; he grabbed his notebook. He was flipping through the pages; I looked at him with confusion. Minho stopped flipping through as a paper sheet fell between us, and I picked it up. "Oh...you're moving back home," I spoke quietly as I handed him the paperback. I watched him frown; I looked at the other kids playing. "At least you'll be happy, right?" I asked; I sighed.

I pulled my sleeves down, "We'll see each other someday, right?" I asked. But Minho didn't respond; I felt defeated. The bell rang, signaling school was over. I grabbed my backpack as Minho remained seated; I looked at him. "Minho, promise we'll meet again when we're older," I said; I untied my ribbon. "Now you'll have to keep that promise because I'll be waiting for you to give back the orange ribbon," I said with a smile as he grabbed it.

"Bye, Minho," I said, rushing toward the school bus. Perhaps he will keep it or toss it; I hope we meet again...someday.

#straykids lee know #skz lee know #lee know icons #stray kids lee minho #lee know imagines #lee know fluff #lee know #lee know smut #straykids angst #straykidsimagines #straykids #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut

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