#I am serious tho if anyone wants me to pull the specific parts I’m talking about (whether cuz you have Questions or you wanna ref them too)

[its-your-mind]

*deep breath in*

the fears 👏 have always 👏 been (in one way or another) 👏 parallel 👏 to 👏 desire 👏

let me explain.

so many of the statements given by actual avatars center around some sort of need that was met by their entity. Lots of them even had a positive relationship with the fear that drove them.

Jane Prentiss is an excellent example - the Corruption has always been about a form of toxic and possessive love, but she personally has a deep desire to be “fully consumed by what loves her,” and finds a perverse joy and relief at allowing herself to be a home

Jude Perry is another - she fucking loved watching people’s lives be utterly destroyed. The Desolation only offered her a power of destruction on a grander scale, and then gave her a more intense rush of joy as she did its work. When she tells Jon that he needs to feed the Eye before it feeds on him, it’s almost as an afterthought; she was happily feeding the Desolation long before it burned her into a new existence.

Simon Fairchild. Every time that old loose bag of bones wanders into the picture, he is having a fucking EXCELLENT time playing with the Vast. He loves showing people their own insignificance, and he loves luring them into situations where he can throw them into the void as he smiles and waves.

Peter Lukas (hell, the whole Lukas family (except Evan. RIP Evan.)) hated. people. all he wanted was for them all to go away, to leave him alone. The Lonely only fulfilled that desire.

Daisy, Trevor, and Julia, all devoted to hunting those things they deemed monstrous.

Melanie, holding tight to that bullet in her leg because on some level, she wanted it. It felt good, it felt right, it felt like it fit right alongside the anger and spite that drove her to success.

Annabelle Cane first encountered the Web when she was a child, running away from home in order to tug on her parents’ heartstrings in just the right way to have them wrapped around her little finger. Later on she volunteered to be the subject of an ESP study. Hell, she’s the one who dangled the “Is it really You that wants this?” question over Jon’s head in S4.

And that brings us to Jon, beloved Jarchivist, the Voice that Opened the Door. Ever since he was a child targeted by the Web, he was looking for answers. He joined the Magnus Institute’s Research Department looking for them, he stalked his coworkers in search for them, he broke into Gertrude’s flat and laptop out of desperation for them. And when he realized that all he had to do was Ask to get truthful answers to his questions? It was only natural for him to jump at that opportunity.

Elias told S3 Jon that he did want this, that he chose it, that at every crossroads he kept pushing onwards, and the inner turmoil that caused was one of the focal points for Jon’s character through the rest of the podcast.

There’s a certain line of thinking in many circles about the power of the Devil: he’s not able to create anything new. All he’s able to do is twist and warp that which was already present, making it something ugly and profane while still maintaining the facade of something desirable.

Jon didn’t choose the Eye. But he did wander into its realm of power, exhibiting exactly the qualities it was most capable of hijacking and warping to its own ends. Jon didn’t choose the Apocalypse. But Jonah picked at him little by little, pointing him towards each Fear individually. Jon didn’t want to release the Fears. But the Web tugged on his strings just so and laid a pretty trail for him to follow until he reached its desired conclusion.

Jon didn’t choose ultimate power, or omniscience, or even his own role as Head Archivist. But he said “yes” to the right (wrong?) orders and kept on pushing for the right (wrong?) answers. He wanted to succeed at the work he had been assigned. He wanted to protect his friends. He wanted to rescue them when they were lost. He wanted to prevent the apocalypse, to save the world. He wanted to know why he was still alive, when so many had died right in front of him.

The Great Wheel of Evil Color that is the Entities might not fit as neatly into categories in this universe - maybe there was no Robert Smirke trying to impose strict categories on emotional experiences, or maybe the ways they manifest in the world has turned on its head (goodness knows many of them have been showcased and blended in some very fun and new and horrifying ways so far) - but their fundamental foundations seem to be the same. Hell, in episode one we learned that there had been enough individual incidents to create a distinction between “dolls, watching” and “dolls, human skin.”

Smirke’s Fourteen isn’t going to be relevant as common parlance, RQ said that already, but I don’t think that means the Fears themselves (and their Dream Logic-based rules) are different - I think it means that the levels of understanding, language used, and personal connections among people “in the know” are going to be entirely unfamiliar

#tma #tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp meta #tmagp analysis #the entities #robert smirke #smirke's fourteen #mind write a meta post that doesn’t turn into a fucking essay challenge #I literally thought about citing my episode sources here but decided that would get too FUCKING long. #anyway I’m pulling mostly from Gerry’s statement (111) and #and the Big Elias Group Confrontation (92) #and Annabelle’s statement (147) #and then finale - 196 / 197 / 200 #there are other little lines that I grabbed - tbh feel free to ask about anything I’ve said bc I feel like I’m ready to defend a thesis #I’ve been thinking about this on and off for a few weeks since the desire thing started going around #I have an obsession with Themes as they relate to Worldbuilding and now I have subjected you all to it as well #I am serious tho if anyone wants me to pull the specific parts I’m talking about (whether cuz you have Questions or you wanna ref them too) #lmk #my hyperfocus on silly media brain might as well come in useful somehow #aight peace ✌️

[dyke-remy]

Live And Let Die, part 1

Part 2    Part 3    Part 4   Part 5   Part 6 

Description: Agent 008 and Agent 009, professional spies for the MI6 with liscense to kill. Partners in both work and love. After an agent goes missing the partners have to once more go out into the field. (It’s a James Bond AU)

You don’t need to know anything about James Bond to be able to read this fic, trust me

Words: 3516

It was 7 am when the alarm clock went off. It's loud blaring filled the room that had been peaceful a few seconds ago. Remus let out a grunt. Without opening his eyes he took out a knife from under his pillow and threw it at the clock. The noise disappeared.

"You can't keep doing that" Remy muttered, half yawning it out "Q is like running out of clocks"

"If he could make that morning star that also worked as a disco ball for my birthday he can make some new clocks" He replied.

The room (and the entire apartement) was of average size with just enough space for everything necessary. Which made sense, they didn't spend much time in there anyway. Soft morning light was shimmering in through the window.

The blanket had been wrinkled since Remy was laying over it with their head on the pillow. Remus had his arms wrapped around their waist. They were so close their hair twined together on the pillows. He leaned closer and gave his spouse a good morning kiss.

Their slow awakening was interrupted by someone knocking on the door. They glanced at one another as their expressions turned serious. Remus quietly got up and grabbed the gun laying on the nearest drawer. Butt naked as he was he sneaked over to the door and slowly opened it and at the same time held the gun out.

"Good morn- AAAHHHH!" Patton Moneypenny screamed when he saw the gun peeking out at him. He had on a dark blue knitted suit jacket with stylish bows instead of buttons. With it he had on wide blue matching suit pants.

Remus' posture relaxed when he saw who it was. He fully opened the door "Hiya Moneypenny. You should yell it's you next time or else your brain might paint the walls.....That would look kinda nice tho"

"You should take something on" Patton suggested with a cheerful smile while his cheeks went bright red.

"He should" Remy who had come up behind their husband agreed "One day someone will shoot your dick off"

"Naaaahhhh. They will be too surprised by seeing my massive cock to think about attacking me and then it'll be too late. Boom bang dead! It's a genius tactic!!"

Remy rolled their eyes. They sent Patton a warm smile before pulling him into a hug "Hiya PatPat! Wanna come in?"

"Yeah" As he looked around the room which he'd been in many times he continued with "M wants to meet you in 15 min"

M was the leader of the MI6, the organisation they all worked for. Patton had been his secretary for as long as anyone could remember. It would be weird to imagine M's office without Pat working tiredlesly on his desk right outside.

"15? Girl a lady needs time to get ready, what the fuck" Remy opened a drawer and pulled out the black suit pants, white shirt, black tie and black blazer that acted as their dress code.

"15? Oh! Too little time to spend with my Favorite person in the whole MI6!" Remus exclaimed. He still didn't have anything on.

He took Patton's hand and moved the other to lay on his waist. He spun him around in some sort of dance which made the shorter man giggle and blush harder. He tried not to look down at Remus'....

"Oh Mr. Moneypenny! Rotten apple of my eye! Every mission is spent missing you!" he continued to dramatically lament. He dipped Patton and playfully moved in for a kiss.

Patton let out a chuckle while leaning his head away. "I'm married"

"Ah yes! The greatest tragedy of my life!" Remus held his hand over his heart and all.

"Tragedy indeed" Remy commented before flicking their finger to the back of their husband's head. They dumped his clothes onto his head too "C'mon gal the sooner you get done the sooner you can go out and play fisticuffs with someone"

"Fantastic point dear!"

After gettin dressed Remus jumped up on the bed and pressed a specific spot on the painting on the wall. It turned around to reveal a collection of guns, knives and various other weapons hidden behind it. He patted his morning star and throwing stars goodmorning, fully knowing that M nor Q would allow him to bring them on a mission. Instead he took a gun and carefully cleaned it as if he was cleaning a marble vase.

"I hate these fucking suits. They're so boring. No style. No style at all!!" Remy groaned out while tying their husband's tie because he'd been a spy for 7 years now and he still couldn't tie a tie.

Patton nodded along in sympathy "Very gay of you to think that" The duke chuckled.

They fixed his shirt which had been buttoned wrong "I don't think about fashion because I am gay as fuck! I think about it 'cause I've tots been the most fantastic disguiser here for years and fashion is like integral to a good disguise!! Besides my mothers are fashion legends and I gotta represent y'know"

"I know"

He handed over a gun (Handler ppk) and a few different knives to his spouse who swiftly hid it in different places on their suit. He himself preffered a bit more heavy handed attilery even when it came to handguns.

The couple followed Moneypenny out of their apartement. They lived in a normal looking apartement complex, a little bit fancier than a normal one. They went into a cleaning scrub.

Patton grabbed a mop standing in the corner. He pulled off the top of the handle revealing a scanner underneath. He pressed his thumb against it. A panel of numbers appeared on the wall. He quickly pressed in a code which finally made the inner wall open up, revealing an elevator.

They stepped inside and chit chatted about the weather and what they'd done on the weekend as the elevator went down.

The elevator opened with a satisfying ding. They were many many levels underground now. Long grey hallways stretched forward. It could be a maze for someone new to the place. Patton walked in front of the other two, he knew it like his backpocket.

After 5 or so minutes of walking he stopped by his secretary desk and sat down. There were stacks of paper work on his desk and cute animal posters hanging on the wall beside him.

Remus leaned over the desk and moved a piece of Patton's hair behind his ear "One day I'll get you on a date my dear Moneypenny"

"Sure you will mr. Octopussy. For now I think you will have to stay satisfied with taking whatever mission M gives you"

Remy took Remus' hand and dragged him with them into M's office. He was able to blow a kiss to Patton on his way in. Pat simple chuckled and rolled his eyes. They both knew neither of them were serious.

The office was an old fashioned one with walls and furniture of dark wood. Purple satin clad the windows. Plants and terrariums littered the room and all kinds of snakes slittered about.

Though the biggest snake of them all sat in the chair behind the desk. M. Most people called him Deceit. He had a menacing smile, ebony skin and dark hair pulled back into a braid that reached his shoulder. On his shoulder laid one of his most dearest and most deadliest pets.

"Look who finally decided to join us" M greeted as they came in.

"Aww you missed us so much didn't you??" Remus replied while sitting down on one of the chairs in a way no normal person should "It's okay Deecy. We can invite you to our next movie night"

"Yeah" Remy sat down on the desk and leaned close to Deceit "We're gonna watch Saw 4 and legally blond"

"I can think of much better ways to waste my time thank you. So onto ghe case. It's about-"

M stopped talking because the agents were obviously too busy flirting with each other to listen. It was nothing compared to how they used to spend entire briefings making out right when they'd started dating.

"Please if I wanted to get ignored I would go home to my children which honestly I wish I could" M muttered.

He gave one of his snakes a pat on the head before sending it to twist around Remus' neck which made them both shut up very quickly.

"So about the case. Agent 0012-"

"Like Emile Picani 0012?" Remy interrupted.

"No agent 0012 the giant whale. Yes Picani"

"Oh he's a great kisser! Babe y'know how I like worked in the Q department a bit before becoming a full fletched agent. Yeah I was Pic's quartermaster. We would stay together during missions sometimes. We made out lots and he showed me a bunch of like cartoons"

Deceit put on a more serious expression "He's gone off the radar. He was sent on a mission to Latvia together with 005. Agent 005 has been confirmed dead. Right now we're suspecting that Picani is the killer"

"He wouldn't!" Remy objected.

"We can never be sure. He could have gone rough or been paid to turn sides. Or he's being tortured right at this moment. Anything could have happened"

"I wish I was being tortured right at this moment" Remus who had completely zoned out until now added.

"Well you can gladly take his place if you found him then. He and 005 were supposed to attend a poker night. I suggest you two attend it in case he is there. Disguised of course. If he's gone rough we can't have him be hostile towards you if he recognises you.

"Non suspicious straight couple?" Remus asked while looking over at Remy.

"Non suspicious straight couple!" They replied while high fiveing him.

--

A bit over a day later later Remus was driving a silver aston martin. They were on their way to the casino which was placed away from any nearby town. Among the snowy hills the ice casino stood tall.

"Girl these shoes hurt worse than the time I got shot" Remy groaned while fixing their high heels.

"You can just change shoes y'know" Remus replied.

They looked at him as if he'd just spit in their food "No??? It's part of the character girl!! Like you can't do a great disguise if you don't dress like the character would"

"Which characters are we tonight?"

Remy shone up into a smile "Glad you asked! You are Louis Roy. French guy who inheritated his dad's company. Total asshole. Straight cis you know the type. You're 36-"

"Is that why you put all that make up on me? To make me look old?"

"Yep. And your mustache tots helped. I'm Chelsea Roy. 24. Model. Married you for the money. Housewife. I'm cheating on you with your dad"

Remus let out a fake audible gasp "In return I only married you because I liked your feet model work"

"Touche"

The car stopped in the parking lot of the casino. Remus leaned back in his seat and checked his gun. He glanced over at his spouse who was strapping a blade to their thigh.

"What?" They asked when they caught him looking.

"Nothing" There was a soft smile on his lips "I just love you. Like a giant elephants heart ripped out and bleeding on the ground love y'know"

"I know"

Remy unbuttoned the top button on Remus' tuxedo shirt. They pressed a kiss right below his shoulder, leaving a red lipstick mark, before buttoning it again so it was hidden.

"Just as a reminder" They explained with a cheeky smile.

Remy leanded against Remus' shoulder to fully look like arm candy as they entered the casino. A worker took their coats by the door. Uphead was a luxurious bar made of ice and a large area with tables here and there to mingle. To the left was the casino area. It was the only place where nothing was made out of ice. Instead glistening lights shone on red slot machines and people in expensive clothing were gathered around large poker tables. To the right was the entrance to the casino's hotel and the desk to get keys.

The couple casully went around the mingle area while looking for Picani in the crowd of hundreds of people.

"People are looking at you" Remus mumbled to them after at least 2 guys has been too busy looking at his spouse to not walk into walls.

"Who can blame them" Remy shrugged.

They had on a dark blue satin dress with an open back and a slit on the front so they could move easier. Their wavy light brown hair was pressed down under a blond wig and they had a fake sapphire necklace around their neck. Their dark eyeliner stood out against their pale skin. Remus had on a black tuxedo with a matching bowtie. His dark brown, nearly black hair had been slicked back. His olive toned bordering on brown skin honestly looked amazing in the lighting of the casino.

"Q said Picani was supposed to stay in room 235 so I'll like go and get the key while you like mingle or something I dunno. Kay?" Remy more commanded then asked.

"Yes dear! " He did a mini salute while sticking his tounge out before walking away.

All the keys to the rooms were hanging on the wall behind the desk. Remy took off their necklace while walking up to it. They fixed their posture and took a deep breathe to get ready to make their voice as high as possible.

"Exscuse me sir!" They put on a panicked tone as they walked behind the desk.

The man who presumebly worked at the hotel glanced at them before doing a double take and full on looking at them with heart eyes. "Something wrong?"

They put on a bright smile and twirled the end of their hair between their fingers "Yeah I uh just kinda dropped my necklace and it's like suuuper hard to put on by my own so could you like put it on for me? Pleease?"

"Of course!"

Remy handee him the necklace and turned towards the wall. While he was busy putting it on they took the keys to room 235 without making a single sound. In one smooth motion they stuck it to where the blade was already strapped to their thigh.

"Done!" He said.

They sent him another smile "Do I look good?"

"You look amazing!!"

"Aww thanks sweetie"

They sauntered of without another word. They took a glass of champange from a server they passed to look more casual. They inspected the key while looking for Remus. When they stuck their nails down into it a mark was left if only for a moment. It was a fake.

Remus was sitting by the poker table, loudly boosting about a made up story while betting way more money than he should. He shone up into a grin when he saw Remy. They leaned on his chair and moved one hand to comb through his hair. He moved an arm around their waist to pull them closer knowing fully well that his spouse was distracting everyone else in the poker game.

"Got the key?" He whispered.

"Got the key. It's a replica. I can see it"

"Okay so Picani has the other one. Makes sense. Now we know he's alright"

"Nah girl" Remy glanced around at the other players "Trick them into shoving their keys. Trust me"

"I always do" Remus put on a cocky smirk and leaned his elbows onto the table "Isn't this game becoming a bit boring? How about this: we all bet the amount of money our hotel rooms cost. Including the ones just for the ladies if you get me hurr hurr" He took out the key to his room he'd gotten from Q and laid it on the table "Just as a showing"

Most of the people had been drinking so they all threw up their keys without much thought. Remy subtly moved around the table and glanced at the keys while Remus continued with the game.

Remy stopped midstepped and quickly walked back to him. They made it look like they were kissing his cheek when they were actually whispering

"The mistah on the other side of the table was the one who threw the second 235 key. You know his name or do I have to like pretend flirt the ugly bastard?"

"Ron Stewart. Was real quick to introduce himself just to brag about his money"

"Good. Q can deal with like finding info about him. We gotta find Picani"

They grabbed him by his arm and dragged him up from the table. Remus made some comment about women always hurrying to the other people around the table while quickly throwing his cards away.

He took their hand in his and intertwined their fingers as they entered the hotel part. Ice chandelierd hung in the hallways and deep crimson mattresses where laid over the icy floor. He held his other hand close to where his gun holster was hidden under his jacket.

The door up to the second floor was locked. The two of them glanced at each other. Now they relly knew something was off. Remy took out 2 hairpins from their wig and unlocked the door in under 3 minutes.

The hallways were eerie and quiet. The lights were low and the sounds from the casino were now only dull faraway whispers.

Sudden footsteps were heard. Remy pressed their back against the wall and pulled Remus by his collar into a deep kiss. Out of the corner of their eye they saw a guard walk into the hallway. It was clear there was a gun hidden in a holster connected to his belt. The enby hoped he would just leave them alone if they made out hard enough. It usually worked.

When he saw them his already grumpy expression turned into a grimace. He grabbed onto Remus' shoulder and forced him out of the kiss.

"Visitors aren't allowed on the second floof" He said in a gruff voice.

"Oh come on. Whats a guy gotta do to get some privacy" Remus replied while keeping his arm around Remy's shoulder. They nodded along while blinking innocently and swaying back and forth.

The guard seemed to think for a moment. He took a step back before in a split second pulling out his gun and pointing it at them.

Remus went on instinct as he moved forward and forced the gun out of his hand. He stood like a shield in front of Remy in case it shot. The guard stumbled back as the gun was dragged out of his hands.

Remy shot forward. They dug their nails down into the guard's wrist and kicked his knee to get him off his balance. With a huff they turned around and with the motion swung him over their shoulder and down on the ground. Before he even had time to regain his breathe they kicked their foot onto his neck, knocking him out instantly.

"Should keep him out for long enough" They commented while leaning down to feel his pulse.

"I love it when you do that sudden kissy thing. I wish murderous people would walk in on us more so you'd do it more often" Remus replied.

"Babe you can literally ask me to kiss you whenever"

"It's not the same if the threat of death isn't looming over us!!" Remus did an overexagarated pout.

Remy stood up and moved the blade on their thigh to their hand "Leave that to when we've found Picani" They said while continuing into the next hallway.

Remus quickly followed them, even walking a bit before them so if another guard showed up they would shoot at him first. "So eager to see him huh?"

"Duh. He was like the closest thing I had to a boyfriend before I met you. Like sure we were never official but we kissed and did all that sorta couplesy stuff. I haven't seen him like years! I wanna catch up y'know"

"Do I have to be afraid of being replaced" Remus joked.

They bumped against his shoulder "Babe neva!"

He was about to reply with something lovey dovey but the conversation immediatly stopped as they both saw it. Room 235. The door stood slightly open.

They moved silently, weapons in hand. Remy was the first in. They looked around with urgency in their eyes. They searched through the entrance before going into the bedroom. Remus checked the bathroom but there wasn't a trace of him. No traces of other people either.

A sudden choked back sob came from the bedroom. Remus ran to it while holding back the urge to yell out his lover's name.

Remy stood with shaking shoulders by the door. On the floor with his back leaned against the bed sat Emile Picani. Dead.

#not countdown #live and let die #reblogs over likes #(but likes are still very appreciated) #sanders sides #thomas sanders #remy sanders #remus sanders #ts remy #ts remus #janus sanders #ts janus #ts patton #patton sanders #resleep #remsleep #intrusleep #rem^2 #if this flops I will jump off a bridge #/j

[bittybattybunny]

You know what? This has been on the back of my mind for awhile, but PLEASE EITHER POST A LINK TO YOU GOING OF ABOUT YOUR SOUL EATER WORLD BUILDING HEADCANONS, OR RAMBLE AWAY HERE BECAUSE I WANT TO HEAR YOU TALK, ESPECIALLY SINCE PART OF ME WANTS TO KNOW WHY YOU LOVE THE TRASH SWORD!!!!!!???????

KLFSJKFJKDSFKFD

THIS

THIS IS NOT THE ASK I AS EXPECTING TO GET

UMM

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I DONT HAVE IT ANYWHERE ONLINE ABOUT WHY I LOVE HIM UM

I NEVER

THOUGHT SOMEONE WOULD ACTUALLY WANT TO KNOW??? UM UM IDK IF I CAN PUT IT ALL IN LIKE ONE POST??? IT'S UM

well, I have a lot of headcanons but the long-short is I just think he’s neat.

Um alright so since you specifically asked tho about Excalibur I can ramble a lil on my thoughts on him??

Alright buckle up; I have no idea how long this will get. Please understand I have been a member of the soul eater fandom since yen plus started translating it into English.

I do not really interact with the fandom (not really sure why I never did/do. I guess it’s just cuz when I got into the fandom I didn’t really have access to fandom spaces and by the time I did I wasn’t really sure about it.)

however, I have cosplayed as both Eurka Frog (and I met Todd Haberkorn!!! I chased him to an elevator and threw a fanart at him and then ran away. I did get him to sign a piece the next day. he’s super nice. I am very distressed I missed a chance to get a signed piece by Troy Baker and I really cannot express how upset I am by this. Like honest to god I am so upset. I had been in line I was ready I was so pumped-- and then my friend was like hey let's go he has a thing tomorrow you can do it then and like an idiot, I did and guess what wasn’t the next day? a troy baker signing. Sighs. He’s not been at any cons I've attended since so I’m so disheartened I will never get my annoying sword autograph) As well as Maka Albarn (IDK if I posted photos or not but I think it’s on my cosplay blog or on twitter)

Anyhow onto Excalibur and why I think he’s a pretty neat character.

We’re going into a read more cuz this is LONGGGGGG

Also Obviously I am going into spoiler territory

I pull info from both the anime and manga when it comes to my personal SE HCs. This is more evident in my Shinigami-Sama/Kishin headcanons but I’ll save those for another post if there’s actually an interest in it (as well as my Chrona is a Genie hc. that one is a shorter HC but yeah.) My friends who’ve sat and listened to me (and my sister who knows the show but isn't invested like I am. Like fun fact is even tho I don't do much fanart; anytime I see soul eater cosplayers or merch I like to get it.) say I’m pretty convincing so lol.

So Excalibur as a whole is set up to be this hella annoying, talks over you, egotistical, member of the great old ones, warlord of anger, most powerful weapon.

(ﺧ益ﺨ) 

in both the anime and manga he’s shown to always seem to stick to the same points when he talks. His legend begins in the 12th-century blah blah.

And his ridiculous list to become his meister.

Which set him up to be as you put “trash sword”

But I think it actually helps open something up.

So I, myself am a rambler when I’m nervous or excited. I will reiterate points when I’m frightened or upset (for my I tend to ramble on stupid factoids like octopus or my chronic illness)

And I kinda see this in Excalibur. Not a nervousness per se but that he’s purposely putting up a barrier between him and others.

He’s lonely.

He’s willing to cut down on the list of requirements for Kid and Black Star. Even with Ox he was asking to be taken. And He did partner with Hiro for a time.

He’s been in that cave for a long time. Since Asura pretty much.

How does a weapon who can pair to anyone and is as powerful as he is get shoved into a rock and left there just because he’s “annoying”

This always bugged me.

More so when we get moments later on when he’s like chatting with Death or Kid and he’s actually really serious. Like there’s no pretense, no interrupting. Like yes he does slightly interrupt when they aren’t listening or say something dumb but for the most part you see a completely different side to him.

This is what cemented in my head the fact the whole “annoying” bit is an act he does. He’s capable of emotions. He shows attachment to things like his legend.

Specifically that bit always made me think he really misses King Arthur. Like why else would he always fixate on that? like his legend begins sure but there’s more to it right? he never talks about his time with Shinigami and the old ones. Only his legend and then how he was such a wild child. but it lacks substance. The guy is over 800 years old there should be more he can ramble about.

So here’s where my headcanon takes a weird turn

but I think Excalibur.

Is the sorcerer Merlin.

A man born with a Grigori Soul and the ability to use magic. It’s shown Eibon and Excalibur tended to not get along. and Eibon based the demon weapons on Excalibur but wouldn’t tell him.

Excalibur isn’t counted as a demon weapon. he’s a holy sword.

There is no other record of a weapon like this.

I think Merlin, in an attempt to help his dear friend Arthur with his battles, turned himself into a powerful weapon to aide him. He’s an old one with the power of Madness of Anger. Anger can take many forms including possessive love. Wouldn’t it make sense for someone who knows they are strong to do everything they can for their loved one? I know I’ve been angry enough to kill for the ones I love. Like nothing makes me angrier than someone hurting someone i care about.

I think he was heartbroken to outlive the king. Clearly he doesn’t age and is super focused on the 12th century. I think it really hurt him.

Moving to another point

he’s selfish. Egotistical. but i think it’s another front. Like yes he has some pride obviously. But all his stories involve other people. Shouting fool at anyone who who deems worthy of the name.

People won’t care if you get hurt if you’re a dick.

You can’t get hurt if you aren’t close to people.

If not evidenced by my AHIT oc Eclipse and my baby Kai; I’m a sucker for self sacrificing in the name of love because you don’t see yourself worthy or love. (this is more self projecting than anything but I’m not gonna unpack that here)

I think Excalibur is the same way. he demands to walk in front of people. he wants to be the center of attention. But he won’t get close to others. He’ll take the burden on of being annoying and strong so people focus on him and others can sneak around.

So to sum up my personal headcanons:

Excalibur is a sorcerer named Merlin who had a powerful grigori soul and turned himself into a weapon to aide the man he was close to (and yes I’m 100% suggesting he had romantic feelings for Arthur. but Arthur was for Guinevere so he stood to the side and let them be) He plays up being an asshole because he doesn’t want to lose another person since he outlived Arthur.

Also i didn’t clarify the reason I say he has a grigori soul is due to the facts we know about them. Wings, Halo, purifying, rare. these traits are shared by Excalibur when he’s wielded. I think it’s a pretty cut and dry reason for why I say this ya know?

So Why do I like him?

I think he’s a character who gets written off as a joke superficially but when you sit and reread the manga or rewatch the anime and pay close attention to him; there’s actually a lot there to unpack and enjoy. I think he’s a deep character who puts up a front to protect himself but slowly warms up (I mean heck he’s clearly running around by the end of the manga. and people aren’t screaming)

So thanks for coming to my ted talk I love Excalibur and I don’t care if I’m the only one who does.

Also if curious, my fanstory “Fuller” which has my oc Mira and Excalibur as the main focus actually takes place post Manga and stuff.

Um I guess tho if you want to hear my two cents on anything else soul eater you can ask too I have a bunch of other theories like how Kishin are actually a race not just demonic souls and how soul types show there’s more in the world than we get shown (like look at Free. He’s an immortal werewolf. what’s up with that? and Maka had a Genie hunter during a resonance which means those exist and then there’s teh thing with witches and then blair is a weird existence and just. look. I have a lot of feelings for this even tho I don’t post much on it.)

I just love soul eater okay

#bun rambles #soul eater #excalibur #long post #ummm you asked i answered??? i hope you got what you wanted???? #i mean theres clearly more to my hcs like Morganne the witch and her relationship to exclaibur #plus why he looks like a stupid thing #but yeah it was already really long so

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Confused

Pairing(s): Hiccup Haddock x Reader

Summary: (Y/n) and Hiccup aren’t close, so it’s odd when Hiccup shows her something you don’t normally show a stranger.

Warning(s): None

A/N: THIS FEELS LIKE,,, THE PERFECT SET UP,,, TO A SLOW BURN FANFIC. EITHER STOP ME OR ENCOURAGE ME. If I do actually end up turning this into a series I’d rewrite this part longer and better tho.

Requests are open!

(Y/n) hated this.

Her entire body was sore, and she had never felt more guilt. And yet, she had no choice in what she did.

Dragon training had started only several days ago, and (Y/n) could already confidently say that it sucked.

There were only a few reasons she was pushing through it. The main one being that it got her parents off her back.

But there was something about training that she couldn't get over- Hiccup Haddock was training with them.

When they had started, she was shocked beyond belief to see him enter after all the others.

But, after the first day, he quickly proved himself. He didn't necessarily fight the dragons, but he did have a strange way with them.

(Y/n) had no idea what was going on. All she knew was that he'd show up for dragon training, own it, and then disappear until far too late in the night.

It confused (Y/n). He confused her.

The two weren't close, despite both being cast out.

There was just something about Hiccup that made (Y/n) keep her distance. Yes, it was rather rude of her to judge him without really knowing him, but her gut told her to keep to herself. So she did.

And yet, there was still a part of her that wanted to get to know him. There was a part of her that was oddly fascinated by him.

When he began sneaking around after training, (Y/n) felt pulled to find out where he went and what he was doing.

She wanted to track him down and confront him, but at the same time, he was allowed to do whatever he pleased.

(Y/n) sighed. She rested her head against her hand, staring blankly down at her food. She was startled when someone sat down not far from her. More specifically, Hiccup.

(Y/n) stared at him, shocked. Was he not aware that she was sitting there? He generally stayed away from her, and she did the same.

"Have you decided to eat for once?" she asked. It came out less of a joke than she anticipated.

Hiccup's head shot up, eyes wide with shock. He moved so fast he startled (Y/n) more. "U-uh, what?" he stuttered.

(Y/n)'s eyes were wide as she took in how panicked he was. It took a moment, but she could see him calm down.

"Are you alright?" the girl asked.

"Of course, I am," he laughed nervously. "What makes you ask that?"

"Well, you just acted as if I accused you of murder, and I'm hoping you didn't murder anyone," (Y/n) said, her face turning to a confused expression. "And while we're on that topic, you keep sneaking off every day. You avoid everyone."

"Uh, yeah, no, I'm- I'm fine," Hiccup stammered.

(Y/n) raised a brow. "You sure?" she asked, noting his nervous figure.

"Yeah, yeah," his voice squeaked. "I've just don't like all the attention." (Y/n) knew that the sudden increase of positive recognition had him overwhelmed, but it still felt like he was lying.

"You're just acting strange," (Y/n) paused. "Well, a lot stranger than normal."

He opened his mouth to speak but shut it. He thought for a moment.

"Wanna go walk around?" (Y/n) looked up, confused.

The boy had a hesitant but hopeful look on his face.

"Sure," (Y/n) answered.

The two got up, leaving their food behind.

They hurried out of the building, Hiccup ignoring anyone that tried to get his attention.

They quickly headed off to the forest. 

Hiccup and (Y/n) found themselves climbing around in the forest in the fading light.

Hiccup walked watching in amusement as (Y/n) tried to walk on a fallen tree, arms out to keep herself balanced.

"So, how do you know how to handle those dragons? The last you tried to deal with dragons you nearly died," (Y/n) said.

Hiccup laughed weakly at the memory. "I won't be revealing my tricks any time soon."

"Oh, really?" (Y/n) dropped off the tree trunk and landed in front of him. She stared him down with a harmless glare.

The two were silent for a moment until something came to Hiccup.

"(Y/n), can I ask you a question?" Hiccup asked. His voice had gone from joking to serious.

"Go for it."

"Do you even want to fight dragons?" (Y/n)'s look dropped. Instead, her eyes were wide with shock.

"W-what?" she laughed nervously. "O-of course I do. What makes you ask that?" She tried to play the question off with a lie.

Hiccup studied her. "You and I both know that you have more than enough strength to win against those dragons, but you're not even trying. Why?"

(Y/n) stared down at the forest floor, pushing around a rock with her foot.

Thoughts ran through her head, scenarios of what might happen if she told him.

"(Y/n)?" She sighed, closing her eyes tight.

"I don't try because I don't want to hurt them," (Y/n) answered softly. Hiccup tilted his head and tried to look at her face, wordlessly urging her to continue. "I've never wanted to hurt them. I'm only doing this because my parents have been on my back about."

A thick silence settled between them.

Hiccup glanced to the ground, then back up to (Y/n).

"Can I show you something?"

~

"Okay, there are a few things I need to tell you before I show you this." Hiccup and (Y/n) were at the bottom of a clearing, hidden.

"Alright," (Y/n) said, confused.

"You can't freak out," was Hiccup's immediate words, earning a glare from (Y/n).

"Depending on what you show me, I can't guarantee that," she told him.

"Fair enough," he nodded. "You can't tell anyone about this. And I mean anyone. It doesn't matter who it is. Got it?" (Y/n) nodded.

He said a quiet 'alright' before grabbing (Y/n)'s hand and pulling her out.

(Y/n)'s face flushed at the contact, but she didn't say anything.

"Toothless?" Hiccup called. (Y/n) watched him, confused.

Who was Toothless?

(Y/n) got her answer when a black figure came trailing into sight.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened at the sight of the dragon.

The dragon- Toothless- seemed more than thrilled to see Hiccup, but his mood immediately switched at the sight of another person.

Hiccup, noticing the switch, was quick to calm him. "Hey, bud, calm down," he let go of (Y/n)'s hand to step forward, holding a hand out. Toothless appeared to calm down but was still on guard. His eyes stared (Y/n) down with intensity.

"Y'know," (Y/n) whispered, "when you asked if you could show me something, I didn't think you meant a dragon." Hiccup smiled back at her nervously, patting the top of Toothless' head.

"Toothless, this is (Y/n)," Hiccup gestured to the girl. "(Y/n), this is Toothless." Toothless' glare dropped at the sound of the girl's name. Instead, he stared at her with interest.

"Does he normally just change like that?" (Y/n) asked about the shifts in his mood.

"Sometimes," Hiccup answered. He watched as the dragon slowly neared (Y/n). "Then again, I have told him about you."

"You've, uh... You've talked about me to him?" (Y/n) asked, turning to watch Toothless as he circled her.

"Yeah."

Toothless stepped closer to (Y/n), his nose going to sniff (Y/n)'s hand.

Seeing what he was doing, she lifted her hand for him.

He sniffed it for a moment before nuzzling against her hand, asking for attention.

(Y/n) giggled, gladly petting him. "So, are you going to explain how you befriended a dragon?"

~

The sky was dark now, and (Y/n) was sure that they should've been asleep a while ago. But, she was still up and in the clearing with Hiccup and Toothless.

Hiccup had started a small fire for light with the help of Toothless, who was curled up and sleeping.

"No wonder he didn't trust you at first," (Y/n) teased. "You shot him down!"

"Hey, I didn't think this would happen!" Hiccup defended himself.

The two sat in comfortable silence, staring at the fire.

"You do know you can't keep him a secret forever, right?" (Y/n) asked, looking over at Hiccup.

The mood shifted.

Hiccup looked back at Toothless with a somber gaze. "I know." His response was quiet.

"And what about dragon training? With the way things are going, this isn't going to end well no matter what," (Y/n) told him.

Hiccup pulled his legs to his chest and settled his head on his knees.

"I'll figure something out," he tried to assure her, but it sounded like it was more for himself. "Eventually."

(Y/n) hesitated as a thought came to mind.

"Hey," (Y/n) called out softly. Hiccup looked back at her. "If you need help, I'm here. Alright?"

A smile bloomed on his face as he nodded.

Suddenly it felt as if they were old friends.

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[bangtanstanst]

Act Natural | 3

part one • part two • part three • part four • part five • part six • part seven

You didn’t exactly plan on dating someone you work for. But, now that it is happening, all you can do is keep it between the two of you – no matter how hard that ends up being.

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: fluff, hint of angst, secret relationship au

warnings: none

word count: 2.7k

a/n: hi guys! I think I’m doing an oopsie by uploading my third joon fic in a row but oH WELL I’ve got a good supply of them so why not share, right?😏😏😏 I hope you like this one! :)

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You’re starting to think Namjoon has forgotten the meaning of ‘careful’. Those texts that almost tipped Yari off about the two of you? Yeah, he hasn’t stopped sending them, or even toned it down in any sense of the word – he’s quite honestly made you work harder on your poker face than ever before.

But he’s really pushing his luck tonight.

You’re on a once-in-a-blue-moon company dinner, the night before the group’s short work trip to Japan. The entire team is seated at the enormously long tables the restaurant has arranged for you, with you and Namjoon as far away from each other as possible – as you decided earlier today. Of course, that doesn’t stop him from reaching out to you.

J💕

[20:33] Babeeee [20:35] BABE

[20:36] Yes, BABEEEE?

[20:38] You’re so prettyyyy [20:38] :((

[20:40] I thought you’d be happy with that :((((

[20:42] I am!! [20:43] This is a face of extreme happiness [20:43] So prettyyyyy :(( [20:43] See?

You put your phone down, suppressing a laugh, your eyes involuntarily drifting over to where he’s seated. When he catches you looking, he pouts at you and mimes a tear rolling down his cheek. It makes you snort, and you quickly look away before you burst out in full-on laughter – but you’ve already brought yourself in danger.

“Y/N!” shouts Yari from beside you, hitting the table with her palm. Her cheeks are rosy from the drinks she’s already had and you know that her voice will only get louder than it already is, will she continue drinking at this pace. “What the hell is going on with you?”

Her question pulls the attention of a few of the coworkers sitting around you, who briefly pause their conversation to look over at you. Your eyes widen as you turn to her, feeling your cheeks heat up as you feel your coworkers’ eyes pricking in your back. “What?” you inquire, trying to stay calm.

“You keep grinning at your phone like you’re looking at the answer to the universe!” she exclaims leaning forward in an attempt to reach for your phone. “What the hell are you doing on there?”

You swipe the device off the table before she can grab it, your composure starting to fade. She doesn’t know it’s Namjoon. Come on, you can talk your way out of this. Think of something. “I uh…”

“I accidentally sent her this double chin picture and I told her not to show anyone,” Jimin says from two seats over, somehow having heard your plight through his own conversation. Or perhaps Yari’s voice tipped him off.

You glance at him and he nods encouragingly, eyes quickly darting to your phone before he looks back at you, throwing back a shot of soju.

“I call bullshit!” Yari shouts in the meantime, once again hitting her palm on the table. “That’s the smile you get when you’re talking to a guy,” she says, pointing at you with an empty shot glass, eyes narrowed as they peer into yours. “Who are you talking to, Y/N?”

Your eyes widen even more and you force a laugh, looking away, desperately hoping that you understood Jimin’s gestures right, or you’ll be fucked. “I was talking to a guy!” you defend, unlocking your phone. Your heart skips a beat when you see that, indeed, Jimin has sent you a picture of his best double-chin face, followed by a text pleading you not to show anyone this ‘accident’. “See?” you exclaim, proudly turning your screen to her, which gets you an offended gasp from Jimin, along with a weak flick at your hair.

“I told you not to show anyone!” he shouts, mouth open.

You glance back at him with a smile. “What can I say, I’ve got to defend my honour when it’s being challenged.”

He huffs at you, narrowing his eyes – and you would’ve thought the annoyance was genuine, had you not known for sure he’s just pretending. “I’ll remember that for the time you accidentally send me a stupid picture.”

Snorting, you pry your phone from Yari’s hands, who’s still looking at it with eyes narrowed to slits, as if she’s trying to find some sort of secret message in the text conversation you’re showing her. “Don’t hold your breath,” you tell Jimin, putting your phone back on the table with the screen turned down, lifting your eyes to Yari’s as she drinks from her large glass of water. As if that’ll counter all the shots she’s downed so far. “So, satisfied?” you ask her, noticing that your coworkers are turning back to their own conversations.

“No, but it’ll have to do for now,” she says, drinking the last of her water and filling her glass back up with the pitcher on the table. “I just don’t see what’s so important about this guy that you have to keep him a secret from us.”

You fall silent, feeling your heart sink, and you hide your flushed cheeks behind your glass. “Sorry,” you mutter, momentarily speechless as you try to find a way not to give her more details, or at least a way in which you won’t have to lie to her anymore. Putting your glass down, you sigh. “I’m just... waiting to see how it’ll turn out,” you tell her, trying your very hardest not to look at Namjoon. “I don’t want to make a bigger deal out of this than I have to.”

She leans her chin on her hand, pouting at you. “Can’t you at least tell me his name?”

You just give her a look, subtly shaking your head, taking another sip of your water.

“Hair colour?”

Silence.

“Is it a guy, at least?”

You sputter on your drink, her words having conjured up the picture of Namjoon wearing a wig, clad in women’s clothes – and it’s especially funny to you because that has actually happened. More than once. “Yeah, it’s a guy.”

A small smile breaks out as she turns back to the table and stuffs a small snack into her mouth, seeming satisfied with your answer. “I’ll take that. For now.”

You snort at her, hoping your red cheeks will go unnoticed in the low lighting. Stuffing some food into your mouth yourself, you feel your heart pounding in your chest, involuntarily glancing in Namjoon’s direction – but his chair is empty. Putting your glass down, you let out a breath and pick up your phone, opening up the conversation with Jimin back up.

Chimchim

[20:59] Did you just have that ready?

[21:00] … [21:00] No comment.

[21:01] 🤔 [21:01] THANK YOU THO

[21:01] OFC

Just before you put your phone back down so you can go back to mingling with your colleagues, a notification pops up. It’s one you almost ignore, lest you have to talk yourself out of such a situation again – but you can already catch the gist of it from the notification.

[J💕: Join me in the bathro…]

You excuse yourself and leave relatively unnoticed. All you do is stand up, announce to Yari that you have to pee, and then you’re off without more questions – which, admittedly, is the way it usually goes, but you’re a little on edge right now, expecting obstacles to pop up whenever and wherever they please.

The handicapped bathroom, where you and Namjoon often take your ‘breaks’, is close to the back of a wide corridor, the door right next to the entrance to the other bathrooms. Quickly glancing to your right, then to your left, you check if someone has followed you. Once you’re sure that’s not the case, you knock on the door with your standard password – the morse code for ‘hi’.

A mere second later, the lock clicks and the door opens, allowing you to slip inside. As soon as you’re in, you whirl around and lock the door behind you, a serene silence washing over you when the door mutes your colleagues’ chatter. Heaving a sigh, you lean your forehead against the cool surface of the door, eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

You open your eyes and turn around, pressing your back to the door of the clean, spacious bathroom. Namjoon is leaning against the sink, arms crossed as he smiles at you. “And you should stop it with the flirty texts at work dinners, but we can’t always get what we want,” you return with a grin, feeling your heart flutter when his smile widens and his dimples show.

He doesn’t say anything in reply, his long legs carrying him to you in less than two steps – and then he has your face in his hands, his lips on yours, your back pressed harder against the door. He tastes of the soju you’ve all been drinking, his lips soft and warm and oh so inviting, and they slot so nicely in yours that you can only sigh and lean into him, that you can only want more of it all.

But then he pulls away, trailing soft, languid kisses down your cheek, your jaw, your neck, never lingering in one specific spot. “God, I’ve wanted to do this so badly all night,” he mutters against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. “You have no idea.”

You laugh, pressing your lips to his temple. “I think I might,” you reply. “You really got us in trouble back there, Joon,” you add, only half-serious – you just have to say it before his lips make you forget everything.

“What, a guy can’t compliment his girlfriend?”

A grin breaks out at his wording – he doesn’t get to call you his girlfriend very often, so every time the word does leave his lips feels special. “Just buy Jimin some food for his trouble. I had to show Yari his double chin.”

A chuckle rumbles through his chest and he pulls away. “As if she hasn’t seen us at our very worst,” he returns with an amused smile, raising an eyebrow.

You narrow your eyes at him, but you can’t think of a comeback – because he’s most definitely right. In all your years of working on their team, you and Yari have had to paint away countless undereye bags, hangovers, puffy eyes, anything you might imagine.

“Point taken. But do it anyway,” you insist, grinning as he nods quickly, muttering ‘yeah, yeah’ before leaning back in and pressing a kiss to your lips, a feeling you’ve somehow grown to miss in these few seconds that he hasn’t been kissing you.

You hum in content, resting your arms in his neck, lazily kissing him back like your friends and colleagues can’t just start wondering where you are – no, you take your time, relishing in every second of his warm lips on yours, his sweet scent overwhelming you in all the best ways. You don’t even stop him when you feel your hands brush the bare skin underneath your shirt, nor do you pay it any mind when that same shirt starts to hike up – you only pull away when you hear voices.

They’re muffled, but undeniably people you know – your money is on two of your stylist colleagues. You and Namjoon stare at each other with wide eyes, listening intently to their voices, their footsteps, their laughter. The both of you are holding your breath, afraid to make even the tiniest of sounds as you hear one of the bathroom doors open.

When the door finally falls closed and their voices mute, you relax and let out a breath, arms dropping down to your sides. You both feel more sobered up than ever and the mood is most definitely ruined now. Instead, you’re faced with the reality you’re in – the trouble you could’ve been in, had you been… further along than simply making out against the door.

With a sigh, Namjoon turns and sits down on the closed toilet bowl, rubbing his face. A heavy air hangs over you, your heart still pounding and your mind racing.

“We really have to stop meeting like this, huh?” you joke softly, hoping to break some of the tension.

He looks up at you with a small smile, though the frown on his forehead tells you the mood has definitely not been lightened as much as you were aiming for. “Probably,” he says with another sigh, looking down at his fidgeting hands. “Sorry for almost getting us in trouble a hundred times tonight,” he adds bitterly, lifting his eyes to you with such a look in them that you can’t help but pout.

Walking over to him, you pointedly sit down in his lap, putting your arms around his shoulder. “It’s okay, it was cute,” you reassure him, though you know that there’s a lot more behind his words than just his frustration with tonight.

“You thought I was going for cute?” he returns with a shake of his head, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Where did I go wrong?”

“Okay, okay, you were hot, too, I guess,” you relent with an exaggerated heavy sigh, letting your shoulders slump.

He chuckles, nodding firmly. “Glad to hear it.”

You fall silent for a few seconds, just when the bathroom door opens once again and the women’s voices echo through the hallway. You’re relaxed this time, just waiting until they pass you by and you’re in the clear to speak again.

But when the voices are gone, you don’t open your mouth, simply resting your head on his shoulder instead. You close your eyes, imagining yourself somewhere better, somewhere more romantic, more comfortable than the toilet bowl of a restaurant bathroom.

Letting out a breath, he rests his head on yours, slowly swaying back and forth for a few minutes, neither of you wanting to think about the others noticing you’ve been gone for a while and probably thinking you’re pooping.

“We should go on an actual date soon,” Namjoon says lowly, even the gentle sound of his voice pulling you out of your thoughts with a jolt.

You flutter your eyes open, still resting your head on his shoulder. “After the trip?”

“I guess that’s as soon as possible, right?”

You breathe out a laugh. “Yeah. We should probably –”

You’re cut off when you hear another set of footsteps move down the corridor, then Yari’s voice echoing through the hallway. “Y/N, you’re missing out on all the free alcohol! You …” You can’t hear the rest of what she says, her voice disappearing into the women’s bathroom.

It takes you a full second to realise that Yari isn’t going to find you there. You immediately jump up from Namjoon’s lap, eyes wide as you rush over to the mirror to fix your hair and clothes – luckily, a lot of trial and error has made Namjoon quite skilled at avoiding permanently messing up any part of your hair or outfit for the night, and the knowing smile teased across his lips tells you he knows it damn well, too.

“I’ll go out first, you wait until I’m gone, okay?”

Namjoon simply nods, rising to his feet as you make your way to the door. Yari’s voice is still not back from the women’s bathroom so you wait for a few seconds, hand gripping the doorknob.

“I’ll miss you,” he teases.

You turn to look at him over your shoulder, sending him a small smile. “I’ll miss you too,” you return, standing up on your tiptoes when he leans in to kiss you once more. It’s short and sweet, soon interrupted when you hear a door open and Yari calling your name. “Bye,” you whisper, turning back to the door, taking a breath and rolling your shoulders to get ready.

“I’m in here!” you shout, taking a breath and then turning the lock, slipping through a small crack and carefully closing the door behind you.

“Why would you go in there?” Yari wonders with a frown, glancing at the door behind you.

“Because the women’s bathroom was occupied, why the hell else?” you reply, hooking your arm into hers to pull her away from the bathrooms. You’re hoping the speedy answer will allow you to pull her away from Namjoon without her getting suspicious. “Did you become a detective tonight or something?”

She laughs. “Yes, when you told me you have a secret boyfriend,” she teases as you walk back to your table, the loud chatter of your colleagues overwhelming you. You clear your throat, fixing your gaze ahead of you in an attempt not to show her how nervous her words make you. “You won’t tell me anything, so now I’ve got to get the scoop on my own.”

Great.

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a/n: thanks so much for reading, I hope you liked it!! Oof how long will these two be able to keep their relationship secret?? Who the heck knows at this point fjsdkl but anyways, let me know what you thought and what you think will happen next, or what you might like to see! I’d love to hear from you :)) I hope you have a great day/night♥♥♥

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*soft bias tag*:･ﾟ��*:･ﾟ✧

okay so i was tagged for this about five times i swear but they’re so deep in my notifs that i Can’t remember who tagged me and im too lazy to look but whoever u are i love u with all of my heart thank u it’s like this tag was made 4 me i am such a soft stan

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 1. Who is your bias?

g o d not this question. i’ll do jeongin bc he probably owns the most uwus of mine

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 2. What made you notice them?

hm.... honestly his b o y s sweater in hellevator was the first thing i saw HJDSHJS i was like “wow.......... that’s...... kinda gay also he’s really cute” but if i’m being completely honest he got such little screen time + lines i couldn’t tell whether he was a part of the group. later on when i looked up their profiles and i saw him i screeched he rly stole my heart very very early on. before i watched the show i kept thinking abt how excited i was to see more of him on screen PFF

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 3. What’s your favorite thing about them?

okay uhhhh u must be the Biggest Bool around if you think im going to name one thing anyway here’s my eight page essay--

fr ok i was going to list some things but i started writing about the first one and it’s too much i’m just going to keep that LMAO

his deep heart is something i think about a lot. i have to admit that i didn’t start watching the show until around when the fifth episode? came out. beforehand i had seen a clip from the fourth episode where jeongin had been practicing for school life, and he started admitting all of his struggles n insecurities n everything (the clip is called ‘jeongin is tired’ or something to that effect on youtube). anyway that was the first thing about stray kids i ever cried about! i sobbed so hard watching that y’all i felt like the Largest Clown around crying alone in my room sobbing over some boy that doesn’t know me PFF. watching him work so hard and worry so much about everything made my heart ache so bad hdsfsjkfdsjk especially since about .2 seconds before watching that clip i had seen a few people hating on him on twitter (which is why stan twt is inferior! too much hate tbh). i think it was at that moment, even if i wasn’t fully aware at the time since i hadn’t seen enough of them, that i really fell in love with jeongin anyway this is getting Too Soft god i’m moving on

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 4. Who would initiate skinship more?

ME HAHA WHAT KIND OF QUESTION-- have y’all seen that boy he’s like a metal rod when it comes to skinship. there’s this one video where minho’s doing a little pat pat 2 jeongin u kno nd he was STIFF AS HELL it was so funny. i’m so annoying and touchy i’d be attached to that boy deadass like some kind of leech he couldn’t get rid of me if he tried. trying 2 sleep? too bad Big Fool! suddenly i am Your Pillow

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 5. Who would hog blankets more?

hm............ well usually i’d say me because i get cold way too fast, but tbh if it was in a situation where i was laying w jeongin??? i’d let myself contract hypothermia and die he can have it

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 6. Who would be more clingy?

i kind of covered this already but 100% me y’all i’m so loud when it comes to being clingy. i’d be around him all the damb time if i had the chance fr

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 7. Who would say ‘I love you’ first?

also me i say i love you way too much. like on a more serious (kind of) note i sometimes worry that i say it to the point where it loses its meaning. i feel like that i should sometimes find other things to say because if there comes a time where someone really needs to hear “i love you” and they can’t believe me because of all of the casual times i’ve said it i’ll probably hate myself lmao. but that’s not important anyway in this situation i’d probably tell this loser i love him every time he came into my line of sight

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･  8. Who would be more easily flustered?

honestly ion know prob both? idk i’m such a loser and i get embarrassed so easy but @ the same time jeongin seems like he sucks at receiving attention without dying. so probably both depending on the situation

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 9. What cuddling position would you two have?

i am Embarrassed writing this but whatever i’ll just go 4 it. so i really love cuddling. like a Lot. also i have to take into account that i am Large and about two inches taller than jeongin. anyway i’d almost always prob be the Big Boy when cuddling. like i’d be wrapped around him in any way i could be. literally every position would be the one.......... if i wanted to give an example tho y’all know the vliev photoshoot that skz had........... the position that hyunjin n woojin were in? i’m hyunjin and jeongin is woojin that’s just how it is

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 10. Which colours remind you of them and why?

black bc he’s edgy uwu (no he’s not but for some reason black usually comes to mind......... it’s my favorite color tho so uhhh correlation) also pastel pink bc he’s so sweet and it’s like The soft color and i am Soft for him

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 12. Which season would you like to spend with them?

winter bc 1: his birthday uwu i’d spoil the fuck out of that boy with my 7 dollars and 2: so many kinship opportunities bc of the cold i’d live 4 it. plus there could b like........ hot chocolate and stuff wowow

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 13. Who would bake the cookies and who would steal the batter?

hm........... i like baking....... so i’d prolly bake n jeongin would snatch the batter and i would absolutely Not be angry that boy owns my heart and he can own that batter too

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 14. Which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react?

ok i’d make so many bad puns every chance i got. fr give him incentive to smarten up and get the fuck away from my annoying ass

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 15. Who would want to adopt 50 dogs and cats?

hhhhhh probably me. like i can’t recall any specific time that jeongin’s even talked abt animals. even tho i’m wildly allergic 2 both (but i have two of each rn i’m not weak y’all can fight me) i’d force him to get AT LEAST one dog with me

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 16. Which one of you would nearly burn down the kitchen try to microwave a pop tart and who would come to the rescue?

okay i would definitely be the one burning shit down i have literally burnt mac n cheese. i may b able to bake but once it comes to anything that involves an appliance that isn’t an oven i’m screwed

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 17. Who likes to lean over tall railings and who pulls them back?

that boy would lean over a railing on like the twentieth floor deadass “owo whats this” and i’d barrel across the room breaking the sound barrier in the process to save that boy i’m way too nervous all the time

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 18. What would watching a horror film with them be like?

ok well i for one enjoy a good Spook. if it’s like..... real scary tho i’m a little bitch lol. anyway i’d be holding that boy to me like he was on the verge of death the whole time. if he ever jumped i’d probably hold him tight enough to the point where he couldn’t breathe it rly be like that

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 19. Who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt?

i’d be cheesy 100% i’m so greasy. idk if jeongin would be smooth but considering he likes to introduce himself by saying he falls into our hearts and i introduce myself by messing up my first name i’ll take a chance and say he’s smoother

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 20. Who is more competitve?

him i’m literally so lame i’m not competitive at all. i’d let that boy win in a heartbeat if it made him happy (unless we were playing some like video game shit i get immersed in that)

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 21. Who would have to be given constant reminders? (Remember to eat, don’t forget to your keys, etc)

me all the way i am the most forgetful person on earth. i could be leaving the house n boy’s like “hey loser don’t forget ur fuckin pants”

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 22. Who sends memes and who sends cute ‘I miss you’ texts at 3am?

i send both and he purposely leaves me on read until i apologize

Tagging: anyone fr i don’t know who’s done it already except @dinonugggies u have to

#i put this off for way too long lmao #i love jeongin so much holy shit #soft bias tag

[sleepytoycollection]

SpacePops: A Review Part 2

Part 1: Here

Well, here I am again, this took me longer to get around to than I intended, but hey, I had four times as many dolls to look at. Not to mention how much drawing I’ve been doing for my main blog lately, so yeah I’ve been busy. 

Anywhoozle, as my first review can tell you, I found my Luna doll to have a certain amount of charm through all her cheapness, and if you can still find one from your local TRU; you might be lucky enough to snag them for round $2 bucks each as I did. And I def recommend getting one if you can, if nothing else for a nice, articulate spare body and some MH sized shoes. Just don’t let your self pay for than $5 for one. They’re not that fun. 

I was lucky enough to manage to get a hold of all five characters, so let’s see how they measure up to Luna. To avoid being too repetitive I’ll try to focus on their unique features only.

Let’s start with Rhea:

Rhea was actually the one I liked the best from her art work. I mean look at it, she looks amazing here, the boots, thigh high stockings, the layers, gloves and chains would’ve made for an amazing doll of the effort had been put in. 

I won’t ramble forever about the what-ifs, but it’s just so much of a punch to the stomach to know we’ll never see the real potential these had realized.

I’m not gonna go through the all the profiles, but if anyone’s interested I could scan them in for better visibility. 

Gremlin #2.

Getting her out of the box, the first thing that struck me was her hat.

And I mean that literally as there was nothing helping it attach to her head. Much as I’m grateful these dolls lack those plastic ties shot into their heads that mattel’s become so fond of; I don’t think a rubber band would’ve too much to ask for.

Here she out of the box:  

She’s...something.

After how much Luna has surprised me by simply being less bad than I feared; Rhea on the other hand was everything I’d worried these girls would be. 

Her hair is terrible, it’s the cheapest, nastiest of all the dolls, it’s literally the same stuff the Midnight magic dolls used. It had a gross, greasy feel and wants to pull away from the scalp if I dare try to run a comb through it. 

Ugh. On top of that, it became quickly clear I’d gotten a Rhea with a defective hand. Instead of the normal back and forth movement almost every other doll has, she’s got side to side movement. 

Except, her hands still have the dents in the molding indicating it’s not meant to turn that way. I’m at a loss. I really can’t tell how this happened, or how her hand isn’t falling off. 

It could’ve been worse in that regard, but there’s not many good uses for side to side movement that look natural. 

At this point I’d only opened the one doll prior, and so was extremely worried I’d simply gotten lucky with Luna. 

sigh. 

Her outfit is super cheap, made cheaper looking by how complex a design they were trying to emulate. It’s all one piece and gives the impression of a store bought Halloween costume in miniature. 

I will grant however, all the dolls having their name on their tag is cute. 

But it’s a wasted detail on something this cheap. The black band on her waist is a sort of flimsy, felt-like material, and the knit of her shorts is thin. I feel like I could easily tear a run in it if I pull just a little too much, especially being unhemmed as they are. 

She’s got a slight blue tint to her pale complexion, as you can see her here next to Catrine. 

The socks are made of paint, and I’d have rather they be left off entirely. Her left knee also doesn’t bend, and I have not been able to fix it yet.

As you can imagine, after Rhea I lost a lot of energy for these girls. She was the doll I’d wanted the most, and was just disappointing in every way, despite me already having incredibly low standards. 

Still, I was going to have to open these girls up eventually. So this time I decided to go for the design I’d liked the least with Athena: 

Every time I look at her dress I can’t help but think of the Flintstones. Not in a cute way either. 

It’s like if, after their crossover, a member of the Jestons universe tried to make a fashion version of their cave clothing as a cheap cash in, and just doesn’t work for me that much. Maybe it’s partly the colors used. 

It’s a little better art wise, but eh. Maybe if she wasn’t he same color as Rhea..?

Blah blah profile. 

Gremlin #3.

Despite my opinions on her look, out of the box she struck me as a pleasant increase in quality if nothing else.  Nothing falling off, no visible defects.

It was around this time tho I was starting to realize there seemed to be a decided aversion to hair gel. Her spiked updo’ is translated as a short ponytail here.

Can’t say I mind too much, but lack of gel means her hair gets pulled pretty easily, especially where her glasses are. She’s got nothing on Gilda Goldstag that’s for sure. 

Her tie is made of the same cheap fuzzy stuff Rhea’s belt was made of, for that matter her gold belt is the only new fabric type here. 

But to my great surprise her skirt has a separate over lay! 

And it’s even lined, I’ll admit it improved my opinion of her a good bit. It feels sturdy.

Her netted sleeve too is competently made. 

..but left a stain on her arm. 

With out the overlay her outfit looks a bit less flinstone-y, so I’m just gonna leave it off. 

Under her dress she has some pink tights, which I appreciate as they become less and less common in the doll world. Even if it makes me wonder why Rhea couldn’t have had socks. Just one of those things I guess.

Her glasses are held in neatly with, of all things, the help of tiny plastic bobby pins! 

!!! I’m sorry but that’s adorable, tiny pins! And they work! Amazing. 

Her hair is the same quality as Luna’s, thank goodness, and is easy enough to brush out.  

But to my dismay, her glasses don’t fit her face. If you put the arms over her actual ears, they set waayyyy too low. I can’t get them to twist so the bridge will set on her nose. But if I place them high enough so the lens can cover her eyes, they get stuck from her head being too wide and wont’ touch her face. 

That said, I like the shape and look of these, and I’m sure I have plenty of other dolls who can rock them. But it doesn’t say much for your line if your accessories can’t be used for the doll they were made to be used on.

Still, Athena was a huge improvement to my energy for these girls, so let’s hop over to Hera. 

I wanna take a sec to apologize for the quality of several of these pics, my camera’s very old and staring to kick the bucket. 

Hera’s pretty cute, if you like Draculaura. Which I do. The fact the lime green specifically reminds me of Snow Bite, which is my fav version of Ula helps make it a pleasant comparison. 

Gremlin #4. 

Yay! A different fabric! And hemming! It’s a dream come true~

Now if only I had the same excitement over her hair.

It’s the standard for these dolls tbh, but being curled has not agreed with it. I’m kinda afraid to touch it. She’s got a head band in there, but it’s very hidden.

even if it wasn’t, it’s just a plain ribbon, no where near the flower crown of her art.  

The dress is really the star here, of all the outfits so far it’s the one that feels the sturdiest, and no printed details. 

Her tag. 

Her tights are different fabric to the other ones we’ve seen. It’s not as stretchy, which is why you see it sagging around the knees. It’s the kind of netting you’d see as a tulle petticoat. 

It looks alright, but it makes me concerned with how durable these would be in the long run.  

Now,you may have noticed me not making any comments on the shoes. Well I have a very good reason for that:

They’re all the same. They reused the same shoe mold for all four of these girls, leaving only one who doesn’t have these heels. 

That girl being of course, Juno. 

She was my second favorite of all the girls when I saw their art all that time ago. 

Aside from how much I love the colors used, she has pants! And a shaved head! 

...And another Gremlin.

And last but not least, here she is:

Of all the girls, she’s the one who comes the closest to looking like her boxart. 

So not too surprising her outfit is to be my favorite of the bunch. 

She’s also the only one to use any kind of styling product. Fairly lightly, but it’s on there. Yet, despite how little there was used they still managed to get a good bit on her face. 

 Can’t have it all I suppose. 

But the flocking looks good. 

I also appreciate how she has the most unique face paint of all the ladies.  It’s not much by usual standards, but with every girl using the same face mold, they can use all the differences they can get.

Without her Jacket you can bein to see just how had that top is, but she can put her hands in her pockets, so if there had to be a trade off, I’ll admit they made the right one. 

Her jacket is nicely sewn, only her collar sporting an unfinished hem, but I don’t know how you’d really hem those jagged edges anyhow. It’s usable and looks alright. 

Her boots tho, no complaints there. By Spacepop standards these are the best shoes you’ll ever see. By normal doll standards they’re still not bad. 

I very serious when I say I love these pants. I feel like most of their clothing budget went into that fabric. Almost like someone was trying. 

Sigh. But then you get this. 

It’s garbage. The worst piece of all the clothing I’ve seen here, and there’s no way this would’ve held up to a child.

Now what else have I not covered..oh yeah. The gremlins. 

They suck. 

Like the shoes, the reused the same mold 4 times. Unlike the shoes, I never thought they were cute. 

Only 1 dared to use a different mold, Athen’s gremlin: 

...Who might be the only one that comes close to being endearing. The combo of a cute hair style, cute paint details, side glancing eyes, make Roxie almost a nice accessory. 

Whew, well, now I’ve gone through everything I could think to talk about. 

Having gone over every doll just cements that the execution of this line was a huge misstep on the part of Madame Alexander. Tho I can’t be sure.I get the impression they made these to compete with Monster High, but they company simply waited too long.  

By 2016 MH was going into the reboot, and with Mattel’s sales and quality going down MA seemed to lost faith in these ladies and gave up before release. It’s a shame too, Maybe the weren’t the most original idea on the market, but They could’ve been a nice solid competition. Instead we got these; and it leaves me with a sense of melancholy the more I think about the ways things are going. With new lines and experiments coming to a standstill nowadays, doll collecting has been less and less exciting. 

And now, less than a year after their debut Spacepops have gone the way of Pinkie Cooper and Novi Stars. In their own way, the last remnant of an era of collecting that’s now gone as styles shift to something else.   

Still, I plan to have fun my new new set of ladies, I haven’t completely decided how far I’ll go, maybe leave them as-is for posterity. Their flat face ups have grown on me. Maybe I just miss the bright, harsher colors that are going out of style. 

All that said, I bought a spare Athena to experiment with, so I’ll def have some follow ups with how these ladies look with a good repaint. 

Anyway, I’m tired and out of thoughts for now. Hopefully you found this somewhat informative, and as always thanks for reading. 

#doll review #spacepop #spacepop dolls

[teamkaiforever]

It Hurts Like Hell                                      - Part VI Kai Parker x Reader

word count : 2 521 warning : reader character’s death (be warned - this chapter was the hardest to write because i just couldn’t stop crying)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 *not my gif ___________________________________ Y/N spent the next few weeks barely leaving Kai’s apartment. She couldn’t stand being around her friends right now… Every time she saw any of them , the pain of what they did crushed her heart all over again. She loved Kai still and knew that one way or another he’d be back. Either he’d find his way out of there or she’d find someone to do the spell and bring him back. Lilly Salvatore wasn’t going to give up either , she was sure of it. Y/N woke up in Kai’s bed feeling someone’s hands around her waist. I’m just imagining it. she thought. It hasn’t been the first time since Kai got trapped in 1903 that she felt as if someone was there with her. Everywhere around the apartment , she’d see his face , hear his voice…. but this time it felt different. It felt more real than before. Y/N rolled over and found Kai starring at her. “K-kai ?” she said startled. “No … no … I’m imagining it again.” tears started filling her eyelids. “Don’t cry. ” he said wiping a tear from her face.“I hate it when you cry… I am really  here. I am real.” Kai watched as his words started sinking into Y/N’s mind , her eyes widening when she realised it was really him standing there , a smile spreading across her face melting his heart.He had missed her more than he thought possible. “OH MY … KAI !” she said rolling over , standing on top of him. “You are back !!! How … when ?” a wide grin on her face. “You know , never mind that … You are here !!” she said leaning in to kiss him deeply. “Wow , calm down baby.” he said grinning too. “I can’t ! I missed you so much …” she said unable to keep her lips off of his. “I love you ! I love you!” Kai laughed , the most beautiful sound in the whole universe filling in the room. “I love and missed you too Y/N. More than you can imagine.” he said , resting his forehead against her before pushing her away  ,sitting on the bed with a serious look on his face. Y/N was confused for a moment as to what was happening. She took his hand and he turned towards her , a grim smile on his face. “What is it ?” she asked. “Nothing… ” he said , “Thats a beautiful dress you got there…” “Thanks .. It’s for Jo’s wedding….  which is today. They are making me go even tho I told them specifically I never wanted to see any of them ever again.” Y/N said sadly. “Are you going to the wedding ?” Kai asked , same grim look on his face. “I was thinking about going … All the Gemini will be here and I thought , maybe somehow I’d convince one of them to help me break you out of 1903 prison world , or at least get them to send me there.” Y/N watched as Kai’s lips turned into a smile. “You wanted to go to 1903 just to be with me ? Stuck reliving the same day over and over again for all eternity ?” he said surprised. “I couldn’t bare another moment being away from you.” she said as Kai wrapped his hands around her. “Neither could I.” Kai said , kissing her forehead. “There is something I have to tell you. I am going to make them pay for what they did… but I need you to stay here , OK. Don’t go to the wedding.” “Why not ? ” she asked confused. “Malachai Parker , what have you got planned for today ?” Y/N sat there listening to Kai’s plan , her eyes wide with shock and fear but not because of what he wanted to do. She had learned a long time ago that when you cross Kai , things get ugly. No , she was afraid because he didn’t know her friends like she did. They’d kill him for what he was planning to do.. for what he had already done. … but there was no talking him out of it. He made her promise that she wouldn’t go and she promised , knowing very well in the end she will break that promise. It was better this way - she’d have a chance to try and get him to pull back on his plan… and she didn’t want him to put a boundary spell on the apartment to keep her in there. *  *  * Y/N got dressed and drove to the wedding. As she was getting out of the car , her eyes fell on Kai who was standing on the edge of the forest. He motioned for her to follow. She looked around a few times , making sure no one could see her and walked towards him following him into the forest. They walked in silence for a while until they were far away so no one can hear them. “You shouldn’t be here.” he said. “You promised me.” There was hurt in his voice , he wasn’t angry … he was sad. “Where else would I be?” she asked , wrapping her hands around him. “Don’t do this Kai.” Y/N pleaded. “I’m sorry. I have to.” he said pressing his lips against hers. “I love you so much , Y/N.” he said and suddenly dissapeared into thin air. “Kai , please … I know you can still hear me. I can’t lose you.” she said , her voice breaking. “I love you …” But no answer came. Y/N had no idea if Kai was still there with her or not. ___________ Jo and Alaric’s wedding was a complete disaster. In the very beginning everything had been perfectly fine , she even felt someone holding her hand and there was no question who it was… then suddenly that someone was gone. Kai went through with his plan , interrupting the wedding right before Jo has finished her wedding vow. All the mayhem that followed sent Y/N across the room and onto the floor , hitting her head , pieces of glass piercing in her stomach. She was badly hurt and the pain was so strong but none of it even compared to seeing Kai stab himself in the neck with a piece of glass. Y/N tried to get to him but each move caused the glass shards to move further into her body. She cried out for help but her scream was muffled by others. A couple of times she blacked out. When she became concious again , there was someone standing over her , trying to remove the glass pieces.  Her vision was blurry but the voice she heard … she’d recognize it anywhere. In fact , she was sure his voice could bring her back from the dead , that’s how strong hold he had on her. “Don’t move.” Kai said pulling another piece of glass out of her stomach. Y/N groaned in pain. “Damn it …” he cursed under his breath. “That one has penetrated deeper , hold on.” A few moments later Kai had the piece pulled out , a loud scream tearing itself free from Y/N’s throat. He bit his wrist and gave her his blood to heal her. Y/N shot up straight wrapping her hands around him and cupping his face before kissing his soft lips. “You are OK!” she said , relief in her voice. “I saw you die … I … ” suddenly tears started falling down her face.  Kai pulled her in close and kissed her deeply. “Leave.” Kai said , suddenly serious. Y/N looked at him confused. “Leave? What ? NO ! I am not leaving you !” she protested. Kai grabbed her shoulders , locking eyes with her. “I love you , Y/N… and I want you out of harms way. You can’t be here for what comes next.” He kissed her forehead before continuing “If something happens to you … I … ” Kai’s eyes darted to her vervain bracelet and he took it off. “God , I hope this works … Listen to me Y/N - leave and forget you saw me today. I’ll find you when this is all over. I love you.” he said looking straight into her eyes. Without her vervain bracelet Y/N couldn’t fight the compulsion and did exactly as Kai compelled her to do. Kai watched as the girl he loves left through the doors not turning around and his heart broke a little at the thought he had almost lost her… but he was going to make damn sure that never happened again. *   *   *  A few hours later , Y/N’s phone rang. It was Stefan , he wanted her to go to the Salvatore house. Something had happened. Y/N got in her car and drove over. When she got there , Damon explained to her how Kai had linked Elena’s life to Bonnie and then had tried to kill Bonnie… so he had killed him. Y/N’s eyes widened , she shook her head refusing to believe what Damon had told her. “No. No, you are lying.” she said , tears filling her eyes. “Kai is not dead , he can’t be dead ! ” she kept repeating , more to herself to anyone else. Stefan poured her a drink and handed it over to her. She wrapped her hands around the glass starring into nothing , tears streaming down her face. Y/N got up and threw the glass across the room , smashing it in the fireplace. Caroline tried to hug her , but Y/N pushed her away , got up and walked into the kitchen to get some water. The prospect of living without Kai was ripping a whole straight through her chest, she couldn’t breath. None of this was supposed to happen. Kai was supposed to return to her , they were supposed to have a future together and now … everything was gone and all she saw was emptiness and pain. Y/N hadn’t even realised her hand had wrapped around one of the sharpest knifes as she made up her mind. “What are you doing ?” Stefan asked , startling her. She hadn’t even realise she had been followed. “Put that knife down.” he said slowly taking a step towards her , his arm outstretched. “Don’t do this …” “I can’t live without him , Stefan.” Y/N said , her voice dangerously cold. “I don’t want to go on living knowing he is gone. My life without him doesn’t exist.” she said and before Stefan had had the time to reach her , Y/N had slit her own throat , collapsing on the ground , the cut so deep she bleed out in seconds. The pain was about to go away forever and wherever Kai was at this moment , she was soon going to be with him. Stefan tried to heal her , but it was too late. He lifted her lifeless body and took her to the living room , tears in his eyes. Caroline rushed towards Y/N , her hand on her mouth , listening to Stefan explain what had happened and how he hadn’t been able to save her. He laid her body on the couch holding her hand and glancing at Damon who poured himself another drink and just walked out of the room. Y/N took a shallow breath. She had slit her own throat … but wherever she was , clearly her plan had failed. She grasped for air , her eyes wide with confusion. Y/N was in the Salvatore house living room alone. Where was everyone and why was her throat aching like this ? Y/N reached with her hand to rub it , her neck wet. When she looked at her hand which was now covered in blood. “What the hell?” she muttered under her breath. The doors opened , Stefan and Damon walked inside. “Stefan?” Y/N asked confused , his eyes widening. “What is happening to me ?” Stefan walked towards her confused , reaching for her face , searching for pulse. There was none. “I think … I think you died with vampire blood in your system.” he said turning to look at Damon , who just couldn’t be bothered with anything at the time. Y/N started crying. This was not what she wanted. Becoming a vampire was never on her list. All she had wanted was to die and maybe find Kai wherever he had gone after Damon killed him. “No , no… ” she shook her head tears streaming down her face. Memories slowly started flooding back , a highlight of her transition and her eyes widened. “Kai…” she said. Stefan looked at confused. “What are you talki- ?” “Kai gave me his blood , at the wedding. I was injured , he … he healed me.” she said putting a hand over her mouth. “Oh God…He compelled me to forget I ever saw him today.” she said trailing off.  "I died with his blood in my system.“ Terror flooded her , she never wanted to become a vampire and now she had to make a choice.   “I never wanted this …” she said , her voice hollow. Stefan pulled her into a hug. “Damon ?” he said , but when no response followed her raised his voice. “Damon ! ” finally catching his attention. “Go get a blood bag from downstairs.” Y/N pulled away shocked shaking her head. “Just in case …” Stefan said “It’s your choice , but whatever you decide just know I’ll be there to help you through it.” Y/N nodded as thoughts started swirling through her mind , trying to make a pro / cons list. After a few minutes she gave up. Most of her friends were vampires , she knew exactly what would happen if she made the choice to become one. Blood lust. Destruction and mayhem… Damon dropped the blood bag next to her and quietly walked upstairs to his room.  Stefan wanted to stay with her , but Y/N told him she’d be alright alone. “Just … call out if you need something.” he said starting to leave the room. “Wait…” Y/N said , making him turn around. “Where… where did you bury him ? I want to go there. Now.” Stefan and Y/N walked through the forest , not too far from the Salvatore Boarding House. It was dark and a slight chill was in the air , or maybe she felt it because technically she was dead now. A few minutes passed and finally they reached a spot where the ground had been freshly dug up. “I’ll give you some time alone.” Stefan said quietly. Y/N only nodded and sat on the ground , dropping the blood bag next to her.  She buried her fingers in the dirt and started crying. Whatever pain she had felt before , everything was getting amplified now. Kai was right there next to her , but she couldn’t touch him or see him. He was gone forever. She felt so lost without him. All memories they had shared were swirling like a tornado in her mind - the first time she had met him , their first kiss … the last time he told her he loved her.  And the last thing he had done for her - saving her life … twice.  A small smile spread across her face at the thought that his blood is currently running through her veins , a part of him was inside her. In that moment she made her decision - if becoming a vampire would mean keeping a part of him close , then that’s what she’d do.  _____________________ MASTERLIST March / April 2017 ______________________

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[survivorhephaestus]

CARSON’S JURY STATEMENT

“Josh: I loved the two whole minutes we played together! In your speech you mentioned things not going your way. When in this game did you recover from either a bad move/risk/betrayal etc? 

Katie: Hi snake mom! I will give you my vote if you reconvene the entire socotra jury to award your win to zach (not ryan he's mean). Hosts must be there and also a majority of the jurors to revote for zach. Good luck!

Logan: Howdy! I am so sorry i never talked to you, i have the social skills of a rock. You seem to have played an all around great game, but I wasn't here to actually see any of it (thanks for that btw). You can still earn my vote tho, no bitterness here! I am wondering how you managed to keep yourself in the game, being a target i assume and also having two idols. How open were you about having these idols? Did you have to ask or beg people to keep you, or was it nuanced through your loyalty to them? Specifics for how you pulled this off would be lovely thank u”

JOSH

“There are a couple of notable things where things didn’t go my way.The Drew and Pat vote. I had given my idol to Lydia to save herself during the Drew vote and voting her out to make it seem that I would still be willing to cut her off in the future. At that point I was still trying to hide my allegiance to Lydia. I lost that idol in the process however I was able to get Lydia to trust me more (and enough for her to give me her idol which i returned to her) and for Jakey to feel that I would be willing to still cut Lydia loose when the time comes. I was trying to satisfy two “sides” at that point of the game. The next round Pat ended up getting voted out the next round. I was very open to everyone on how I did not want Pat to get voted out so I was left out on the vote. Those two events are connected because I could have prevented the Pat vote and losing my idol entirely if I hadn’t been so impulsive during the Drew vote. I was able to get my footing afterwards thanks to the auction where I got a key to open the airlock. With me out of the picture, I was able to observe how the game continue without me. Seeing where the votes would fall would determine where I would align myself next since I still had my options open. The aftermath of Lydia getting rocked out. Rocks at Final 6 was very much unavoidable during that point in the game. However, with Lydia gone and me having no idea whether her idol was gone with her or if she gave it to Logan, where I align myself next largely depended on where the idol was. Renee had offered me a final 2 deal too and while I have no idea if she was serious about it or not, I was most certainly open to it because if Logan didn’t have the idol I would have tried and salvage the Minkowski tribe alliance with Jakey and Renee and go with them to final 3. Logan did tell me about their 2 idols though and was ready to shake things up using it when they said they would play it on me by forcing a tie and then making deals. We didn’t need the idols anyway because Renee got evacuated.”

KATIE

“I love you Carson but you know because of Socotra I like to play with people I can strategize making crazy moves with and you were never online!!! You weren’t online for perfectly good reasons- I just couldn’t play the game by myself because you actually have a life! I’m sorry for snaking you and no I’ll never let Zach have his win because although I might have not fought hard in that game I have a 2 hour (cut down to like 10min) video recording (from when I thought I wasn’t going to make FTC) of me working my ass off for those jury votes!! This time though I actually think I put in the effort the entire time to deserve this win...hissss“

LOGAN

“Heyyyyyyyy!  I’m bummed we didn’t connect either.  You seem really cool and were a STAR in your music video.  

I think I managed to keep myself in the game by positioning myself really well.  Pat, for example, was a huge target, and he exposed his game super early on by pulling the trigger on Richie earlier than he probably should have.  He also didn’t do the best damage control because Jakey never trusted him after that.  I only use Pat as an example because I think he was the most explicit target in this game.  

Compared to him, I think I did a better job at covering my tracks.  I tried to appear as transparent to people as I reasonably could in a game like this.  What I mean by that is every time I made a move or did anything that could jeopardize someone else’s game, I made sure to talk it through with them before committing.  I let people know what I was doing, if it was relevant to them.  I wanted people to feel like I was a part of their game and that I wanted to play with them.  For instances that I knew people wouldn’t be all right with my choices, I tried to minimize any harm because of the necessary duplicity that would be used.  This was seen most clearly at Pat’s elimination.  Understandably, Lydia was not happy with how the whole thing went down.  I reminded her that it wasn’t a move against her specifically and minimized my influence on making that elimination happen.  

More than anything, I tried to build a strong foundation with people.  I wanted them to know where I was coming from and my point of view so that my moves made sense.  In a way, I tried to appear predictable because people like what they can expect.  That minimized my target, made people rely on me, and helped me go farther than anyone should have let me.  To answer your questions more specifically, I never begged anyone to stay; they wanted to keep me because I made sure they felt they needed me.  No one except for Lydia (because she gave me one of them) and Josh (because I said I was going to play one on him at Final 5) knew about my idols.  I wanted to keep them a secret as a fail-safe, though I never had to use them.  I would have had immunity at F5 if Renee didn’t DQ, which is the only time I planned on using one.  My ideal plan was to force a firemaking challenge at F5 because it sounded fun.  I mean, I would be safe, and I could save my allies and create a little chaos in the process.  Win-win-win.  I never got to do that, and I’m bummed“

#survivorhephaestus

[kevoreally]

#BuffyAt20 - S03E04 “Beauty and the Beasts”

This is specifically is an episode I do not like, which I think is understandable. But it was trying to do something brave, and I respect that. Season 3, Episode 4, “Beauty and the Beasts.”

> Gonna be upfront: I don’t love this episode for a couple of different reasons. But at least it's not “Inca Mummy Girl.”

> Also worth noting: Hulu lists this episode as "The Beauty and the Beasts." Which. NO. Also: Beauty And The Beast was one of my favorite Disney Renaissance films. Okay. Now go.

> All of the “Call of the Wild” stuff felt very pertinent to my life at the time, because we were covering it in English then.

> Xander’s pants are way too red to be believed.

> “Aren’t we reading the Cliff’s Notes for this in English?” Psh, Xander, if you were a real slacker, you wouldn’t be reading anything at all. 😎

> That leather-bound edition of “Call” is intense. Clearly not school-issued.

> Xander’s arms look great in this scene. 😍

> “Half? Which half?” Does Xander think they went pantsless first?

> Xander immediately lying down after Willow leaves is supremely unfunny. Can’t you create conflict without making these demon-fighters behave irresponsibly?

> “Smooch spot.” Edgy lingo. Love it.

> Eliza’s still working through that Southie accent.

> Oh wow, I really love Buffy and Faith being WAY more friendly this episode.

> “All men are beasts, Buffy.” Classic.

> “I was hoping not to get that cynical until I was at least 40.” That’s only a year-plus away! WHAT! 😯

> Faith isn’t wrong, though. I mean, they’re not all JUST in it for the chase. But yeah. Men are messed up, yo.

> Gosh, it was such a pleasure to watch this show evolve live. This was such a different era of television production. Not to knock the one we’re in now, it’s great in a different way. But pre-streaming feels like a wild trip now.

> Ooh, there’s a really great shot of the awning opposite the courtyard fountain that we don’t normally see. It’s clearest in “Graduation Day” when the cavalry arrives. I do love this set.

> Unf, I had the biggest crush on John Patrick White as a kid. AJ’s Time Travelers. Tassel Guy from Can’t Hardly Wait. (He’s a lawyer now!)

> “He’s just bein’ Oz.” “Pretty much full-time.” Hero. 🤩

> “Are we up to flowers?” Hasn’t it been, like, one week? Barely longer, if at all? What is with these kids?

> “Jeff? He was - I knew him.” Seriously, Oz is so underrated, I can’t stop gushing about him. Couldn’t Willow still have been a lesbian even if we kept Oz?

> Xander is like a TGIF Sitcom Character on this horror dramedy sometimes. Like, he has no place here.

> “I rested my eyes now and then.” You LITERALLY CLIMBED ON THE TABLE and used Willow’s book AS A PILLOW, you LITTLE LIAR.

> “When I…” “WOKE UP??” I used to think Giles was a little too harsh here. Not 20 years later.

> I don’t see how they could’ve ever thought it was Oz, though. He went out, had a snack, and came back to his cage? Unlikely.

> It’s Mr. Moseby!! I’ve always loved this actor. Especially as Chandler’s boss on Friends. (And now he won’t stop saying the word “friends,” haha.)

> This guy would’ve been a great recurring character for Buffy to interact with. Way better than a murder victim.

> “Everybody has demons, right?” “Gotta say, I’m with you on that.” Oh, okay. 🤭

> Like, I get the metaphor they were always going for with Angel, him “changing” and all that, but he literally did lose his actual soul.

> “Oz ate someone last night.” Welcome to Cordelia Shouldn’t Speak Theater. Never been more grateful for Lydia Martin.

> This shot of the Scooby Gang sitting on the Library steps was used in a lot of promo stuff.

> “What, you’re having a Slayer watch me? Oh, good, we’re not overreacting.” Dude, I know you’re upset, but they literally just said she’s the only person available.

> “Get away from me.” Oz, you’re being such a dramatic little pupper.

> I love the implication that Angel has been running naked and feral around the woods for as long as Buffy has been dating Scott.

> OH, HE FOUND PANTS, DID HE? 🤣🤣🤣

> Is Willow examining a maued corpse when she’s probably not yet 18 funny or horrifying? Maybe both. They are all portrayed as horrified. So there’s that.

> “Let me just get a few stray hairs from the body, they could be from the attacker.” And - what will you do with them, Willow?

> Haaa, I love Buffy tossing Drusilla’s dolls aside.

> The giant ash outline of Angel on the floor is deeply silly.

> I mean, it’s kind of irresponsible that Faith was listening to music so loud that Buffy snuck up on her. But. I also get wanting to drown out the wolf? And she did react very quickly, so, she was fine.

> Buffy romanticized the idea of staying up all night for me.

> Buffy ALSO FELL ASLEEP on watch, but no one is screaming at her, just saying. Sidenote: why isn’t Giles pulling more shifts as the adult? (Reasonably also the only one with a job.)

> Pretending she dreamt Angel came back was a pretty clever way to talk about it, what with her prophetic dreams and all.

> “There’s no record of anyone returning from a demon dimension” - that feels like a lie, we just saw Buffy do it for one thing.

> "In my experience, there are two types of monster. The first can be redeemed or, more importantly, wants to be redeemed." "And the second type?" "The second is void of humanity. Cannot respond to reason... or love."

> Willow, if you were actively awake, why wouldn’t you come help keep watch? These kids, I swear…

> There’s a recurring musical motif in this episode that will later be used in “Amends,” FYI, and I am loving it.

> Omigod, I know this is bad to say because of the episode’s plot, but Scott’s friends are kind of terrible. Debbie is rude and Pete makes an ugly gay joke. Forget these kids.

> “Actually, I think he makes his own drums.” Heh.

> Scott is a weirdly sweet and attentive boyfriend. Buffy actually does sort of push him away. (I know, who am I to talk? 🤣🤭)

> “Check out Scotty, liking the manic-depressive chick.” Were we EVER supposed to root for Pete??

> WHOA, Angel lashing out at Buffy actually did jump-scare me, lol.

> “So you’ll be late but happy.” I really doubt whatever you’re delaying this girl for would be satisfying, Pete, even if it wasn’t hardcore abuse.

> So, Pete kept his Jekyll-and-Hyde serum in a janitor’s closet? What?

> This scene where Buffy goes to Platt is really beautifully acted but, like. What did Buffy think this man could do for her? And then he’s dead. Sigh.

> “You know how you get.” These kids sort of talk like they’re in the 50s.

> Ugh, this scene is so uncomfortable, because you could lift out the supernatural stuff and it could still play 100% the same on a regular drama. Like, too real.

> We weren’t ever supposed to feel like Pete was a good guy and that this was something being done to him, right? Like, he’s 0% victim.  

> Fun fact that I just learned: thanks to Daylight Savings, the only time of year when sunset can really be at 5:30pm is end of January / beginning of February.

> “They used to mess around.” “They were screwing?” “...I don’t think so.” Faith was too real for these kids.

> As the Scoobs dole out assignments, I find myself wondering, where are Xander and Cordelia? And I go on to wonder, if it’s maybe best that they aren’t around. Sigh.

> Buffy is way too aggressive on an abuse victim. It’s pretty fair for Willow to say they “broke her.” Kind of insensitive language tho, lol.

> This episode had a special message attached to it, right? It must have.

> I love how completely unconcerned Oz is for his safety when it comes to Pete. He knows his wolf can easily take this dude, even when he transforms.

> “Did you kiss that whore? Did she like it?” Goodness gracious.

> “Time’s up, rules change” is a little dramatic but whatever. Seth Green sells it.

> “Oh, right, bloody priceless.” Classic Giles.

> Buffy just wailing on this aggro abusive boyfriend is hella cathartic atm.

> I think Willow and Faith have better potential as friends than Willow and Cordelia, seriously.

> Okay, I try to support Buffy’s fashion decisions, but sometimes - like when she’s jumping from a roof - the heels are a little bit not great.

> I do not love that Angel is the one to get Pete. Like, on a couple of levels? I get that it couldn’t have been Buffy. But Pete had to die if Debbie did. Ugh. Just an awkward episode.

> This vampire-to-human transition shot of Angel got used in a lot of stuff.

> Hmm. I’m going to be doing some deep examining of how I feel about the Buffy/Angel relationship this year, I think.

> Someone thought it only took two eight iced cafe mochas to make Pete a murderer? That’s some strange understanding of caffeine.

> This is a lot of expo-logue (exposition dialogue) to cap off the episode.

> “Great, now I’m going to be stuck with serious thoughts all day.” Cordelia is literally Amber from Clueless. That’s such a weird archetype to include in this show, and make such a major character. And then pivot into what she becomes on Angel! Oy.

> Dude, poor Scott Hope. I’m pretty hard on him most of the time, but his friends’ deaths would’ve hella messed him up, no wonder he dumped his super-secretive girlfriend. (But he spread rumors about her so Faith doing that about him is fair game.)

> There’s a lot less “Call of the Wild” in this episode than I remember there being 20 years ago, lol.

> Okay, parts of that weren’t as bad as I usually remember. It’s definitely very real, which makes a lot of sense from the co-creator of #Unreal. Marti Noxon does not shy away from hard topics. Respect.

One more left!

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