#To what I said earlier I don’t know anything about the person the originally made the prompts stand on this

[neoflect]

sharing some of my disorganized jojo musical thoughts now that ive had a week to sit on it and ive rewatched it several times over. i intended to wait to publish something like this until a subtitled version was available, but im not seeing any indication that thats happening any time soon so for now youll have to deal with my loose interpretations from my extremely rudimentary and rusty japanese… so take what i have to say about the finer points of characterization with a grain of salt. gratuitous spoilers below obviously, both for the original source material and the changes made in the stage production

my feelings are OVERWHELMINGLY positive. of course there are things i can criticize or that i would have personally done differently but oh man… i have literally not thought about anything besides this fucking show for a week. im 100% confident in saying this is a better adaptation of the source material than the tv anime. sorry to the davidpro staff, i respect their hard work and their love for jojo and their dedication to what is by any metric a pretty difficult property to adapt off of the page, but i dont know if i can ever forgive them for leaving half of the first episode’s storyboard on the cutting room floor in order to fit a standard half-hour tv slot, especially considering that what they cut is some of the really crucial character-building stuff. happily those scenes are not only reproduced in the stage version, some of them are expanded upon!

with the quick disclaimer that i’ve only managed to get my hands on the final 4/14 performance with shotaro arisawa and yoshihisa higashiyama, from what i’ve seen the casting is perfect. i’m sure there’s a rip of the 4/13 performance somewhere (i’ve seen clips) but i haven’t been able to find one… every single performer knocks it out of the fucking park, the cast chemistry is incredible and even the minor characters are loaded with charisma. and mamoru miyano… my god… mamoru miyano i owe you an apology. i was not familiar with your game. of course hes been killing it for decades at this point but i had soured on him a little bit recently because i felt like he was overcast in everything and i just didnt connect with his dnt reinhard at all, so when the casting was initially announced back in august i was underwhelmed, and of course my standards for the dio role in particular were astronomically high… i’ll go more into detail later in the post because i have so so many things to say about dio’s characterization here but mamoru miyano’s performance is like, life-changing. i had impossible expectations and he exceeded them.

sorry if im gushing. i am a hater by nature. its unusual for me to be so thoroughly pleased with something. im not even a musical theater guy. these are strange new feelings for me.

just to balance things out i’ll talk about a couple of the things that didn’t really work for me: first of all, the music is just ok. my initial draft of this post called the music “bad” but three additional viewings later i have warmed up to some of the songs. i don’t know if this is a shortcoming by dove attia as the composer or if it’s just me, as i said i’m not a musical guy and a lot of the genre conventions of musical theatre are not really the things i look for in music that i enjoy, but like… even at their worst they are serviceable. nothing here is sonically unpleasant to me. high points are “resolve of the ripple” (zeppeli’s hamon training song, a jazzy swing number - it’s simply catchy and fun to listen to) and the closer “phantom blood” (a sweeping ballad that reprises the earlier “light and darkness”/”golden spirit” leitmotifs into an epic duet between jonathan and dio as they join hands and walk off into the darkness together… made me cry! i wont lie! on every single one of my numerous viewings this one got me misty eyed!)

wait i forgot this is supposed to be the part where i’m being critical. ok my most loathed song in the musical is “dio’s world”. sorry dio nation. it doesn’t really work for me. i think this might be a case of my standards/expectations being too impossibly high because it’s not even really the worst song in the whole thing. and of course miyano eats it up so it’s not really his fault. i just find it kind of underwhelming… i find the melody a little grating, it’s kind of just a generic rock number, it’s just missing a particular je ne sais quoi…. the essence of dio isn’t there… lyrically though i am obsessed with the premise of dio recruiting his minions by selling himself as a kind of social revolutionary who is upending and inverting the brutal hierarchy of post-industrial victorian society with zombie blood magic. you win some you lose some.

the second sticking point for me is the costumes. they’re perfectly serviceable… adequate… but i mean when it comes to jojo “serviceable” and “adequate” costume design obviously falls well below what’s expected, right? a lot of the outfits have kind of a boxy, almost flat-looking kind of unflattering fit on the actors, which if i wanted to be generous i could attribute to the challenge of bridging the gap between these frail slender musical theater twinks and the two-meter-tall 250lb roided-out beefcakes theyre meant to be embodying. (bearing this discrepancy in mind a lot of the insane martial arts stuff in the second act doesn’t really land with the oomph that it should, but i also understand logistically why this kind of casting is not practical, and all things considered i think shotaro arisawa does a really incredible job of embodying jonathan joestar even though he kind of looks like i could snap him in half over my knee like a twig. he’s very cute. so i’m not mad about it.) of course, again, logistically, i understand that in a stage musical production, where actors only have minutes to complete costume changes, some sacrifices have to be made to the creative vision in the name of practicality. nevertheless this is jojos bizarre adventure!! i want to see some fucking baubles!!!!!!

which is all to say that… after carefully considering it for some weeks… i still have extremely mixed feelings about dio’s grink ass feather bathrobe look. it’s not that i dont think its something he could wear (the concept of dio lounging around in his gothic vampire palace doing re-animator style body horror experiments on the local wildlife in this “officer i have no idea what happened to my husband”-ass nightgown is nothing short of hysterical to me) but then he wears it into combat and i felt a little disappointed… it has the same unflattering fit issue as the other outfits in the show, and it is just such an un-araki-like design… where are the gaudy color combinations? the bizarre geometric patterns? the tease of an exposed boob/thigh/midriff? erina gets a stage-original dress design that i have fewer issues with because the excessive pleats and ruffles have more of an araki-esque sensibility, but every time i look at dio’s robe it feels like there’s something missing.  i’m going to choose to be nice about it because it’s not at all a deal breaker and, again, mamoru miyano devours the look. it’s fine. it’s always fun to have a new dio outfit. if anything, the fact that the blu-rays are being marketed as “2024 cast version” gives me hope for the possibility of a future production with a new vision for the costume design. (although the fact that this was such a difficult production - with stunts and pyrotechnics and moving setpieces - that its entire first week was cancelled indicates to me that the prospects for a future production from a different company are impossibly slim. i guess there’s always hope?)

in terms of the writing and the changes that were made from the original narrative, honestly i don’t really have an issue with anything that was cut. sorry if there are any diehard stans of Poco’s Unnamed Sister out there who are steamed that their favorite minor late phantom blood character got the axe, i kind of understand how you feel because i’ve been malding over david pro cutting the Danny Lore for eleven years, but i think it was the right choice and the story flows so much better. the real juicy meat at the core of phantom blood as a narrative and the thing that brings it head and shoulders above so much of the rest of jjba is the character-driven drama - that deliciously pulpy victorian gothic family tragedy - and the relationship between jonathan and dio. the musical beefs up the character drama and slims down the action-driven second half by trimming out the extraneous battles. the only real downside i see to this is that the absence of tompetty and his prophecy makes zeppeli’s arc and death feel INSANELY abrupt, but tbf that’s not a deal breaker for me. sorry zeppeli. you were born to die.

okay. okay. i think 1500 words into the post is enough fucking around so let’s talk about the real reason why you and i both know we’re here

musical dio is SO fucking sad. he’s positively wretched, you guys. he was born in a wet cardboard box all alone and forced to eat cement when he was six. he cries even more than he does in the source material and even when he’s not crying he frequently delivers his lines as though he is moments away from bursting into tears. back when the musical first opened i was snooping on the reactions on jpn twitter and one commenter said they could see miyano’s tears and snot from the nosebleeds even without opera glasses, a remark i initially assumed was hyperbole but that i now think probably was not. araki’s dio is certainly tortured and a deeply pathetic crybaby beneath all the cruelty and posturing, but changes in the musical and miyano’s embodiment of the character bring this pathos to the fore. he is literally haunted: dario’s ghost lingers, a manifestation of all of dio’s traumas and insecurities that emerges from the recesses of his memory to taunt him with the reminder that he will always be his father’s son, all the way up until the very minute that jonathan breaks down the door to his vampire lair. i am OBSESSED with this - not only for the obvious reason that i delight in dio’s suffering personally but also because kong kuwata is a delight and he fucking kills it every time. also lends itself to a category 10 leitmotif moment at the top of the second act when dio emerges from the charred ruins of the joestar estate singing dario’s theme and calling out to jonathan - if i had to pinpoint this is probably the moment when this musical stuck for me as the Real Deal. they Get It.

the first solo number in the show is dio’s disney princess I Want song (amazingly, simply titled “dio”) where he weeps for his late mother and his wretched lot in life, and then - in a creative decision that made me clap my hands and hoot and holler at my screen in real life - there is a reprise of this number (delivered, naturally, through tears) when dio is almost arrested for murder and decides to become a vampire instead. so there’s this amazing hopeful uplifting inspirational orchestral music accompanying the onstage action of dio ruthlessly slaying jonathan’s dad and then getting pumped full of lead by a bunch of cops. it is brilliant. 10/10 no notes. it’s moments like this that i think really sell the “softening” of dio in the stage version for me, even though i am historically Not A Fan of fanworks that take a similar angle - like, yes, he is sad, but specifically he is narcissistically obsessed with the spectacle of his own suffering, he is boiling over with bitterness and rage for everyone around him who (by his own estimation) could never hope to have suffered as much as he has. this sensitivity and self-pity he wallows in are not expressions of a guilty conscience or a desire to change - they’re entirely the opposite - every cruel and monstrous deed dio commits is always justified to himself because he is simply the saddest little boy who has ever existed. he has been done wrong by the world and so there is no limit to the depravity he may reasonably respond with. i’ve seen several commenters describe this as a drastically different interpretation of the character from araki’s dio (and someone told me on twitter that mamoru miyano himself has also said this, but i cba to go digging for an actual source so take it with a grain of salt?), but i… dont think thats the case! dio’s obsession with his own weakness and his self-perception as the eternal underdog (as compared to jonathan) are certainly more exaggerated in miyano’s performance, but i don’t think this is an angle to the character that’s been manufactured out of whole cloth. the genre conventions of the stage musical force the melodrama up to eleven and dio’s incredibly repressed angst is the most rich vein to mine for that. hair-trigger sadist dio is still here, it’s the same guy, he’s still killing people mercilessly, you’re just getting to see him sing a big ballad about his feelings instead of confining those to an internal monologue.

if anything, the exaggeration of dio’s pathetic/cowardly/crybaby traits combined with his megalomaniacal aspirations and bottomless well of cruelty is just right. it’s perfect. fucking around, finding out, and then trying to weasel his way out of the consequences with crocodile tears just so you don’t see him drawing his knife to cut you clean open… yeah. thats the stuff. thats my one true blorbo. sad to say i will love him for ten thousand years.

i think that might be all i have to say… or at least all i feel like saying here… most likely ill come back and edit this post later. i certainly have some additional thoughts and some more esoteric/controversial takes but they’re not suited for a public blog. real ones will understand. im keeping my eyes peeled for somebody to translate this thing but to be frank i am kind of enjoying this little corner of fandom as it is right now: just the asians and the true hardcore phantom blood phreaks. i have not had this much fun in jojo fandom in almost a fucking decade. as soon as somebody publishes an english version my timelines going to get flooded with all the most deeply annoying “kono dio da” “speedwagon waifu” reddit guys and 15 year olds and my suffering will proceed. unfortunately this is my lot in life and i am doomed to be here forever because dio put a worm in my brain

#⚰️ #jjba tag for blacklisting purposes but i dont want this in the main tag

[slut4thebroken]

That Night.

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Pairing | Jason Todd x Wayne!reader

Summary | Jason missed yet another date, but this time it was your breaking point.

Warnings | angsttt, emotional neglect?, break ups, Jay is just a lil stupid but we love him, fluff, comfort, Dick is the older brother I wish I had smh

Words | 3k

Notes | Not saying I wrote this because of a personal thing I’ve been going through with a friend… but I wrote this because of a personal thing I’ve been going through with a friend.

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

You sighed and dropped your purse onto the couch, then flopped down beside it. This was the third date night he’s missed in a row. What makes it infinitely worse is that this was your anniversary dinner. 

A year. An entire year you’ve been understanding, supportive… but all that’s done is make him realize that you’ll tolerate that behavior. So it got worse and worse. It started with showing up late to things, or having to cancel but getting you flowers and promising to make it up to you. Now though, half the time he doesn’t even remember that he forgot. 

With a heavy breath, you bent down to unclasp your heels and toss them to the side. You felt stupid. The original plan was to meet there, rather than both of you leaving together, since he needed to do something beforehand. That should’ve been your first warning. But you still had faith he'd show up. In fact, you had faith for about 45 minutes before paying for your wine and leaving, getting looks of pity from staff and customers alike on your way out. 

He also hasn’t planned anything for the past couple of months. It was always you. Honestly, part of you thought he’d forget he even had a girlfriend if it weren’t for you trying to plan dates or dinners or just spending time together. But on the off chance that he could actually show up, he usually had to leave early. 

You’ve been trying so hard to make this work, but you’re getting tired. You missed the boyfriend you had a year ago— the one who made you a priority, who took you on a date at least once a week. And you know that if it were earlier in the relationship, you would’ve left by now. But you love him more than anything so you tried to fight and make it work. But it was only you trying, so it was doomed from the start. 

Breaking up on our anniversary would be pretty poetic, you reasoned, trying to make the terrifying thought a little less scary. You got up to get another glass of wine, then sat back down on the couch, thinking. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed before the front door was opening and closing quietly, but your glass was long empty by now and if you weren’t so anxious, you would’ve fallen asleep. 

“What are you still doing up?” He asked, looking at you in surprise since you’re usually in bed when he gets home.  

“I need to talk to you.” You said quietly, clearing your throat and adjusting your position on the couch. 

“Okay… That sounds awfully ominous.” He chuckled nervously, taking a seat next to you. “Why are you so dressed up?” Any doubts you might’ve had instantly disappeared because of that one innocent question. You swallowed thickly and looked at your lap, trying to wait until after you at least said it to start crying. 

“I can’t do this anymore.” You did your best to speak clearly, even as your voice started trembling. 

“What?” You’ve never heard him sound so caught off guard. 

“I- I’m breaking up with you.” You forced out, taking a deep breath. But the worst of it wasn't done yet. 

“Baby,” He reached for your hands but you gently pulled them away.  

“Please don’t make this harder for me, Jason.” Not Jay. Just Jason. 

“I don’t understand.” He said quietly, hands going back to his own lap. “Can you please look at me?” You bit your lip and took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself to see his face so that you wouldn’t change your mind. When you looked up, his brows were furrowed as he examined you. 

“Can you at least tell me why?” A tear escaped your waterline when you heard the way his voice quavered. 

“Seriously?” You scoffed in disbelief. “Why do you think?”  

“I don’t know! I-“ He cut himself off when his gaze focused on your dress and then on your heels near your feet. “Fuck- oh fuck. Baby, I- I’m so sorry.” 

“Don’t be. It’s just repetition compulsion.” You offered a rueful shrug. “Dating a vigilante with no time for a personal life was my own fault, I should’ve realized it would’ve been the same as being Batman’s daughter.” 

“No- no, princess, please. Just- let me make it up to you. Please.”

“Jay, please don’t.” You whispered. 

“Baby, c’mon, please let me try.” 

“Do you even remember why we were going on a date tonight?” You snapped, eyes filling with more and more tears the longer he remained silent. “It was our anniversary.” You said quietly, brushing away the tears falling down your cheeks. “I’ve put up with this for almost a year because I loved you and I wanted this to work so badly, but I can’t do it anymore.” You all but whimpered, averting your gaze. 

“Loved?” He said through a breath, making you sigh. “You don’t love me anymore?” 

“I— I don’t know…” You do still love him. But admitting that would make it harder to walk away. 

“Oh.” You chanced a glance at him and watched the way he rapidly wiped the tears from his cheeks, trying to keep his composure. “And there’s nothing I can do to fix this?” He croaked, not able to look at you.

“You’re not going to give up the mask anytime soon, so no, Jason.” You said quietly. 

He was the one who left that night, saying he was going to stay at Roy’s to give you space. He didn’t come home the next day either though. You spent the entirety of that time either crying or sleeping. The amount of messages on your phone— that made your heart break just a little bit more every time you realized it wasn’t from Jason— was getting overwhelming so you turned it off, just wanting to be sad in peace. But that peace was interrupted on the second day after that night. 

You groaned at the knock on your door and continued laying on the couch, hoping they’d leave. But they knocked again, more urgently this time. Letting out a heavy sigh you forced yourself to get up and open the door. 

Dick’s expression went from irritation to confusion to complete pity in a matter of seconds. 

“Can I come in?” He asked and you just shrugged in response, then walked back to the couch, letting him close the door. “I was going to ask if something happened with Jason but based on your general appearance and the state of your apartment, I’m guessing the answer is yes.” 

“What do you want, Grayson?” You sighed, watching him sit down next to you. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked softly. 

“We broke up. Is that what you want to hear?” You snapped, looking away from him as you bit the inside of your cheek. 

“That makes sense actually. Are you okay?” 

“What do you mean that makes sense?” You asked, looking back at him with furrowed brows. 

“…Red Hood,” He almost seemed hesitant to say his name, “has been significantly more… violent, the past two days. Bruce and I thought something might’ve happened. We didn’t think it’d be this though.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

“Of course he is.” You spat bitterly. It always used to hurt knowing how much harder he fights for his reputation and the people for Gotham, than for you. You felt like the other woman most of the time. “Will you let my dad know I’m probably going to stay at the manor for a couple weeks until I can get a new apartment?” At least he wouldn’t ask as many questions as Dick. You weren’t looking forward to Alfred’s unwanted, but very accurate, input and guidance on the situation though. 

“Sure… So it’s really done then?” He asked tentatively, testing the waters. 

“I’ve put up with this kind of behavior enough from my dad. But at least he never forgot any important dates. So yes, it’s really done.” He was silent for a moment, probably trying to piece together what date Jason forgot. 

“Anniversary?” 

“A year.” You confirmed, almost apathetically. 

“Jesus.” 

“Yep. I’m the one who planned the dinner and made the reservation, which he forgot about. He also didn’t get a gift, like we both decided we’d do.” 

“I’m sorry, kid.” He frowned, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“It’s fine. It’s been like this for a while. That night was just the final straw for me.” You shrugged, trying not to give into your emotions. His hand remained on your shoulder and you bit your lip as it started trembling. 

Why does this have to hurt so fucking bad? Maybe you should just get back together because at least that pain was better than this. This pain made you want to cut your heart out of your chest to get a break from the constant ache you were feeling. 

You let out a choked sob and Dick pulled you into him, letting you bury your face in his chest as you cried. You clutched onto his shirt and tried to calm yourself down, to focus on his warmth and the way he was lightly rubbing your back. But it all reminded you of Jason. The way that he used to hold you when he was actually home for longer than ten hours a day. 

“Is it me?” You whimpered, trying to take a deep breath, but having it waver as you let out another sob. 

“What?” 

“Am I— am I just not as important as the rest of Gotham?” You choked out, making him pull back to look at you. 

“Hey, don’t say that. Bruce never really got the hang of the family-vigilante balance. Even right now with Tim he’s still struggling. And as for Jason…” He reached up to lightly brush the tears from your face as he frowned. “It’s a learned behavior. Trust me, I only unlearned it after Kory threatened to fly me into space because of it.” You let out a quiet chuckle, the feeling of humor feeling weird mixed with the heartbreak you’ve become accustomed to. “And even then, I still struggle with it. My point is, he loves you so much. I’m sure if you threaten to fly him into space he’d try to fix it.” 

“I don’t know… I’ve been trying so hard for months, Dick, and I’m so tired… I just can’t.” 

“You’re not the one who needs to try.” Right. You didn’t think about that. Would it really be worth it though? Old habits die hard after all. “Look, you don’t have to take my advice, but I’d give him another chance. The second he starts slipping back into his old ways though, it’s done. But at least let him try to fix it. You might be surprised.” You let out a heavy sigh and looked down, playing with a loose thread on the sleeve of your hoodie. 

“You’re probably right. I’m just scared, Dick.” You said quietly. 

“I’ll make you a deal. If I’m wrong and he fucks it up again, I’ll take your place at any charity galas or events Bruce hosts for a year.”  

“A year?” You asked, eyebrows raised in surprise. 

“A year.” He nodded. 

“You know that’s like at least five right?” You smiled. 

“That’s how confident I am.” 

“Fine. But only because I want to get out of all those events.” You both knew that you were hoping for the opposite outcome though. You wanted him to try— to be better. You wanted to be important enough for him to want to change. 

Pls come home when you can.

Causal enough. But your heart was fucking racing. 

You cleaned up around the apartment, then took a shower and changed into some clean clothes before texting him. Part of you was absolutely terrified. What if he doesn’t even want to try? What if you make a fool out of yourself? The only pro would be getting out of going to events for a whole year, which was enough for you to just send the text anyway. 

You were sitting on the couch when the front door quietly opened, the scene feeling eerily similar to that night. The door closed softly and his footsteps were even softer. He stood in the living room, hands in his pants pockets, and you studied him, frowning at the darkness of his under eyes. 

“Do you want to sit?” You asked, when he just stood there. He nodded and tentatively moved to sit on the couch as far away from you as possible. 

“I’m not sure where this is going so I don’t exactly know what I should say…” He admitted sheepishly. 

“I don’t want to stay broken up.” 

“You don’t?” He asked with wide eyes. 

“No. But if we get back together, things need to change. I’ve felt second to Gotham my entire life, I don’t need that in a relationship too. I’m not asking you to give it up completely, but I’m tired of being the second priority.” 

“I’ll give it up.” He said suddenly. “If you want me to, I will… I just need you. Without you, I need the mask and I don’t want to be that way. I like who I am with you— you make me better.” 

“You don’t need to do that, Jay.” You said softly, trying not to let the butterflies in your stomach consume you. 

“Maybe not, but I would.” He moved closed, then hesitantly reached for your hands, waiting for you to pull them back again, but you never did. “With you, I’m not the angry little kid using this to escape my emotions or the angry, traumatized zombie hell bent on revenge. I’m just Jason— just Jay.” 

“Did Roy help you rehearse that?” You chuckled, trying to bring the attention away from your blushing cheeks and flustered demeanor. 

“He called me crazy when I practiced it— made a bet that I wouldn’t be able to last a week without it.” He laughed quietly with you, then brought your hand up to softly kiss your knuckles. “But these two days were the worst pain I’ve ever felt— I’d honestly take a crowbar over this any day.” 

“Oh my god- don’t say that.” You giggled, lightly slapping his arm, your blush intensifying. 

“It’s true though. Every word. You want to settle down, get a nice little house in the suburbs with a white picket fence, maybe a dog and some kids? I’m game. I just need to be with you.” 

“Woah there, cowboy. You need to propose before you start talking to me about being a suburban family with a dog.” 

“Is that your way of saying that if I proposed, you’d say yes?” He teased, but you could tell he was trying to play it off and not seem like he was genuinely asking. 

“Probably, to be honest.” You shrugged, nonchalant. The answer was yes though. If he proposed, you’d say yes before he could even finish asking. 

“Good to know. I’m not getting your father’s blessing though. I’d say it’s out of respect for you as an autonomous woman in the 21st century, but it’s more just out of spite.” 

“I figured.” You chuckled. “But seriously, Jason, I’m not asking you to give that up. If we do decide to settle down and have kids, that’s a different story— there’s not a chance in hell I’m continuing the cycle of an emotionally and physically absent father, so you better be ready to drop it all in a heartbeat.” 

“What about… guys night once a month where Roy and I get together and beat the shit out of some bad guys for old times sake?” You narrowed your eyes at him, but couldn’t hide your smile. 

“You drive a hard bargain… but fine. Guys night once a month and that’s it.” 

“Yes ma’am.” He grabbed you and effortlessly placed you onto his lap. “I love you.” He murmured, placing a soft kiss on your neck to hide his blushing face. “More than anything. And I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” You said quietly, wrapping your hands around him and placing one on the back of his head to play with his hair. 

“It’s not okay though.” He said, pulling back. “Part of the reason I love being with you is because you never put up with any of my shit. You always used to call me out, never let me walk all over you.” He reached up and lightly pushed your hair behind your ear. “So I- I didn’t realize that anything was wrong— I’m not trying to make excuses and it shouldn’t be your burden alone to tell me to get my act together, but every once in a while, if you’re noticing a pattern you don’t like, please don’t just put up with it.” He cupped your cheek as his eyes bored into yours in an almost hypnotizing way.

“I love you so much and I’d do anything for you. You deserve so much more than being someone’s second priority and I’m sorry that I haven’t acted like it.” You gave him a small smile, trying not to get nervous and distant because of the affection— another thing you have your dad to thank for. 

“I love you too.” You said quietly. “Thank you for the apology, I appreciate it.” The corners of his lips turned up and he leaned forward to give you a quick kiss. And to think, only yesterday you were content to wallow in self pity and sadness, accepting the fact that you tried as hard as you could, but somethings just aren’t meant to be. 

“Dick was right.” You suddenly realized, making his expression turn into one of confusion. “God- he’s going to hold this over my head for the rest of my life.” You groaned, leaning forward so your head was in the crook of his neck. 

“What was Dick right about?” He asked, trying to sound amused, but the confusion was clear in his tone. 

“That you’d change and just need me to threaten to fly you into space to remind you to keep your act together.” He snorted a laugh, but you could tell he was still very confused. 

“Yeah that sounds like Dick. I can’t say I’m too upset about it though, since he got you to change your mind.” 

“Don’t ever tell him that.” You warned. “His ego does not need to get any bigger.” 

“Trust me, princess. That’s the last thing I want.” The chuckled, placing his hands on your hips. 

me 🤝 not knowing how to end one shots

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #jason todd angst #jason todd fluff #angst #fluff #comfort

[raraeavesmoriendi]

Okay but watcher originally wasn’t going to leave the old videos up. Like that is something that they backtracked on and are trying to gaslight people about. They did an interview with Variety where they told them that they were going to slowly remove their content from YouTube.

I’m trying to figure out if you’re footstamping at me or what, but babe it’s not worth it.

they’re going to do with their videos what they deem they need to bc they’re not actually our weird friends and we don’t know them like that, they’re guys who make video series who are trying to figure out how to keep a studio afloat in a landscape currently dominated by media conglomerates owned by people like jeff bezos. that is the cut and dry of it. yeah, they probably changed their minds and reversed their earlier decision, but if anything the way people are frothing at the mouth about losing their ~comfort content~ (which. yikes don’t get me started), one would think that would be a relief.

look, I had a whole essay here but I have shit to do so, short version: watcher could have strategized and rolled this whole thing out differently, and who knows, maybe more things will change. maybe they’ll change their content output schedule for their own channel. maybe they’ll add shows or cut , or re-scale for international viewer accommodation. I’d hate to be their PR person right now. but it is what it is. if you can’t pay them, don’t. do not subscribe. literally no one is forcing you. if you wanna see their stuff that badly, find someone who can and password share. they literally said it was fine.

cards on the table, I don’t even know if I’ll be getting a sub until October, or at all, bc I’m a grad student and I have bills. but I’m not about to sit here and act betrayed and hope they fail a. because I’m an adult who understands that no matter the size of the staff, providing employee benefits and insurance costs money, as does making any kind of for-fun content in our current hellscape, and b. it’s kind of shitty to watch people turn around and act like a media company is their friends personally stabbing them in the back and betraying some grand marxist ethos when it’s literally just people who don’t have things like mousecorp and netflix behind them trying to make their shit on their own terms. I’m not going to sit here and pretend they’re some rich greedy corpos trying to wring money out of us poor broke smol beans out of malice when they’re not even in the same ballpark. they’re allowed to ask to be paid for their time and their labor. if people can’t pay them, then they can’t pay them, end of. some things we just have to go without and that’s just how it shakes out; there are worse and more critical things I could be missing out on that I will be paying that money for instead.

but I’m not about to insist their stuff be free forever because ~I want it~. because that’s not what it comes down to, in the system that we currently operate and exist under. I’m not entitled to their shit like that and frankly no one is.

watching people openly hope they crash and burn bc it won’t be free anymore just makes me chalk it up to one more shitty example of how consumer culture has just made people not think about how stuff is made as long as they can get that instant gratification, but like. water is wet, news at 11.

#rae grumbles #look I’m sorry if I’m terse here #but as someone with family who’s trying really hard to make it in the industry: this shit is way more expensive than people think it is #if this is what it takes to break even then I’m going to be like ‘okay that’s cool I can go without’ #not like. curse their bloodline and act like they ran over my cat #you know what #watcher #to that one weirdo who’s keeping track of the ratio on the announcement video: babe go outside. please. take a walk. get some air.

[taeminsung]

one last song..

pairing: chan x reader

summary: in this episode of chan’s room, he did the one thing he never thought he would do for himself.

mina’s notes: listening to one of my favorite songs and just thought this would be very chan. please enjoy ♡

The empty hotel room was filled with a deafening silence that it almost felt alive. Some small part of Chan wished that he would have told any of the members about his little plan, but a different part of him knew that if he had, he most likely would have chickened out of doing it. Hearing his own heartbeat in his head, he considered the options if he just went to bed and gave up on everything, what would everyone think of him? There was a slight shake to his hands as he continues to get everything set up for his weekly Chan’s room, hoping that one special person would tune in like they always did. It was the routine every Sunday and it never mattered what you were doing but you always dropped everything you made sure to turn on the live stream. Today was the first time he ever hesitated before turning on the love, knowing that by the end of the night, he was either going to have his heart broken or mend what he broke in the first plan. Closing his eyes, he took a final deep breath before hitting the button to go live.

Feeling more nervous than usual, his eyes stayed glued to the chat trying to reply to comments as they came in. He was happy to have different questions flooding in about the tours, members, and anything else that allowed him to push off his plan. It wasn’t a difficult plan really, just one he didn’t know how to move forward with. The day before during sound check, he planned it all. A few easy steps he thought at the time. Go live, as he always did, fully admit to having a special someone, play an unreleased song, then deal with the repercussions of his actions. Honestly, he knew that the last step should be the one that he was the most unsure about, but step one of the plans scared him to no end. Chan know that he would have to deal with the company likely giving him a lashing for showing a song that wasn’t done, but he didn’t know what your reaction would be.

Just weeks earlier, you two had been cuddled on his couch in the dorm, listening to some of the new 3Racha songs, deciding which one they would use for an upcoming opportunity. Before Chan really understood what was going on, you both were on opposite sides of the couch yelling at each other, with Changbin trying to calm the situation down to the best of his ability. Jisung was curled under the blanket pulling at your arm to get you to sit down and take a breath before anything else was said. The memory was potty for Chan, but he remembered you screaming that you never felt like a priority and that you felt like you always had to beg for his attention before slamming the door to their dorm as you left. The silence that had filled the dorm until Hyunjin came home, rivaled that from earlier and he hated how that was your last interaction for weeks because work again took him away from you.

Slowly coming back to reality, he realized that he had been utterly silent, lost in the memory of that night and when he dared to look at the chat, everyone was asking if he was alright or why he just went silent for so long. I’m not really sure if I’m ok, he started with an uneven sign, I messed something up in my personal life and I don’t know if I can really fix it. Glancing down at his phone, he had a message from Felix to let him in the room so he could hang out. One second everyone, we will have a special guest tonight, Chan stated before going to open the door. When he opened the door, he didn’t expect to be greeted with six other people standing behind Felix. Quickly they all squeezed by him and into the room, shouting their hellos to the live but mostly staying out of view as they made themselves comfortable on various surfaces. Signing, Chan returned to his original spot in front of the camera as he explained that the surprise guest was actually all of his members, and he wouldn’t pressure them to be on camera if they didn’t want to.

A comfortable silence filled the room this time as he continued to read the chats that came through. Oh, I did start to talk about something before they came in, he hummed looking around at each of his members, watching as all of them gave him supportive gestures for him to continue his story. When his eyes fell on Changbin, he slightly tilted his head in confusion as to what was going on. We wanted to support whatever crazy plan you came up with, it’s all of us together, Changbin said before going back to whatever it was that he was going on his phone. Time continued to pass and the tightness in Chan’s chest started to gnaw at him as he quickly read the chats. Taking another deep breath and final glance at everyone in his room, he decided that it was now or never. The short crazy three step plan that he had come up with was finally going to be set into action.

Alright, I have something I need to confess, Chan stated before closing his eyes and remembering your tear stained face that night as he continued, there is a special someone in my life, well I hope they are still in my life, not that anything bad happened to them, but I ah, pausing his rambles, he watched as Jisung sat next to him, placing his hand on his shoulder waiting for him to continue. I really messed up with this someone and I just want to apologize to them for keeping them in the dark so long when I should have been showing you off to the world. Tears pricked at his waterline as his fingers played on his phone finding the file that he was so scared to play to the world. The nights he wouldn’t sleep since that fight were spent creating something for you, in the hopes that you would understand and take him back. So, I, uh, created a song that I wanted to share with you, please let me know your thoughts, he concluded knowing that the last part was directed at you and only you.

The soft beat of the song started to play as so many eyes watched him sink back into the couch. Chan’s voice again filled the room as he covered his face embarrassed that he was playing the song he wrote for you, for the entire world to hear.

Right here right now, you are on my mind, and I think about you all the time.

As the words continued to be heard by everyone, Chan couldn’t help but to think back to the good times that you shared. When he first met you at the music store, he didn’t expect to leave with your number and a blush spread across his face. Truly, he felt bad for his members at the time because he couldn’t stop himself from talking about you for weeks after that encounter, scared to message you first in case you were just being polite when he asked for your number.

I’m sending a message to you, and I’m hoping that it will get through.

The last nights that you two would steal away from the world, whether you were sneaking into JYP to hang out with him while he worked on new songs, or when you’d both meet somewhere to enjoy a meal before wandering the city. For Chan, it never really mattered what the two of you ended up doing when you were together, as long as you were just together to begin with. He enjoyed the quiet moments with you when you were busy working on your stuff, and he could just be in the same space as you. It brought a calm to his life that he didn’t realize he was missing until you, even now, that calm was crumbling without you just there.

I miss having you by my side.

Maybe it was the comfort he developed in your presence but having you by his side gave him the strength to work long hours, to create more songs than he knew what to do with, to be the strong pillar that he knew his members needed from him when things got tough. While his members depended on him for a lot, he in turn depended on you to be his lighthouse in the dark days. Never once would did he put the pressure on you by telling you it all, instead he just let the moments of his head resting in your lap while you played with his hair wash away the bad that he didn’t want to deal with.

In case you hear this, then know you’re the love of my life.

Months after meeting you, he realized it so quickly. For him, there wasn’t going to be anyone else, you were his end. You, the person who made him want to be a better person. You, the one who made him smile and laugh no matter what was going on outside the walls of his room. You, the love of his life, who had endless patience for him in all things. Which only made him understand, far too late, that you blowing up on him that night meant that it was something you had wanted to share with him for a long time, or had been sharing and he just never noticed it in the way you needed him to. You, the light that he would do anything to have back in his life.

Maybe you’re listening, so here’s one last song for you.

In truth, this wasn’t going to be the official last song for you, but only the last sad song. The next song he wrote for you was going to be one that was filled with so much love and adoration that he knew he would never get anyone to sing on. He felt like a small weight was lifted off his chest as the final sounds of the melody finished and allowed silence to find its way back into the room. Peaking between his fingers he watched the chat scroll at such a speed that he couldn’t ever begin to read any of the messages there. Stealing another glance around the room, he noted the way that none of the members could look at him and swore he could have heard a few low sniffles. His heart squeezed in his chest before thinking it was best to throw in the towel and end the live, knowing that he was half the world away and you might not have had time to tune in this week. Knowing that it would be trending, and your friends would show you, he shook his head in defeat. His thoughts drifted back to the drawings board for how to make a grand gesture for you.

The incredibly quiet ping of a message sent his heart into overdrive as he saw your name light up his screen. It was short, I love you, Channie. Please continue to do the live and we can talk when you get home in a few days. In the few words that you had sent, a piece of his heart felt like it was healed instantly. Chan also knew that you didn’t love to have serious talks over the phone because expressions were such a big part of the both of you and missing those could lead to even more miscommunications. Feeling like he was himself again, he went back to reading the chats with a new found giddiness that only caused the other members to finally join in on the live, giving him even more strength to finish out the next few days knowing that he got to go home to you.

˚⁎⁺˳ ── thank you for reading! ♡

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launch our love jade leech x reader

summary: You and Jade send out your wedding invitations. (Almost) nobody knew you two were dating in the first place

author's note: written for a discord server event! bc june is wedding szn. and also because i realized i needed more silly (and domestic) jade in my life. this is sillier than most of my writings bc i wrote it to destress from my finals hehe

tags: gender neutral reader, sfw, fluff, established relationship, marriage, weddings, some cursing, 6.7k+ words, not beta read

you can also read this on AO3

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM (CAUSED BY YOU AND JADE)

“Jade, you’re smiling. Is something funny?”

“Aren’t I always smiling, my dear?”

“Not always, not with your teeth.” So you said, but weren’t you the one baring your teeth at him right now? “You’re amused by something. Care to share?”

Maybe Jade didn’t seem like the type, but he loved jokes—stupid jokes, and even funny things that weren’t actually jokes. He just liked being able to laugh at something, someone, and oh, he was going to have the biggest laugh of his twenty something years of life—both on land and in sea. 

In fact, he might have been laughing right now just at the very thought of the situation.

“Perhaps I’m just happy?” he mused, knowing for certain that you didn’t buy it. You knew him too well, for too long—sometimes he still found himself thinking just how odd it was for the two of you to have gotten so close, but it certainly made things more interesting, didn’t it? It would be difficult to imagine how he’d be living his life now if you weren’t by his side. “You bring me happiness. Is that so unbelievable?”

“No, but isn’t it weird that years ago I would have thought your words were some ploy to tease me, or make fun of my feelings for you?” you said, a laugh escaping your lips. “I can’t believe I fell for you first. So cringe of me, honestly.”

“Yes, but I had been the one to ask you out first,” he reminded you, clicking his tongue in the process, “really, you made your feelings so obvious but you simply wouldn’t do anything. Did you ever feel bad for me, poor Jade Leech who knew nothing about human romance customs, having to do all the hard work in courting you?”

“Yes, and in my pity I stayed with you for eight years,” you deadpanned, clearly enjoying the joke as much as he was. That was something about you he’d always loved—you always got a chuckle out of him, not merely from your words, but even your mannerisms and willingness to just go along with whatever he was saying, inserting your own quips as well. “And will continue to for even more years than that.”

“My love is so gracious,” he praised, clearly teasing but voice laced with unmistakable affection, “if this is what it feels to be pitied by you, then I’ll simply have to have your pity all to myself, hmm?”

“You…” 

Jade really couldn’t help himself then, laughing as you were torn between letting him know he was being infuriating, or saying something terribly sappy yourself.

“I still don’t believe you, by the way,” you said, returning back to the original topic of conversation, “but I think I know why you’re so excited now. It has to do with the invites we sent out earlier this morning, doesn’t it?”

“Heheh. I might be losing my touch if it’s that obvious,” he replied, both of you knowing it had more to do with you than him. 

The invites. They were pretty things—pearl white envelopes with intricate calligraphy at the very center, something formal to fit both Jade’s disposition and the event, but the design of the letter inside clearly had your touch. He actually still had a few unsent ones himself, ones he would deliver himself once he returned to the Coral Sea.

Save the best for last, of course.

“You think any of them would have gotten it by now?” He responded to your question with a smile that showed his teeth, he was certain of it this time. Oh, he was more than sure at least one person would have gotten it, received by the ones that lived closer, already opened by the ones a little less busier, and he was elated in anticipation of their responses. “Judging by the look on your face, that’s a yes. Should I mute my phone?”

“Absolutely not,” he replied immediately, and then added for good measure, “additionally, could you make sure every call is on speaker phone?”

As though simply waiting for his cue, your phone began to ring, and Jade had no doubts someone had already read the invite and was more than ready to make a complaint, or ask for an explanation, or both.

“Is it–” he looked over your shoulder to read the caller ID– “ah, I was wondering which one of the two. Go on and answer. I’ll just be here, listening attentively.”

“Fine, fine, but get ready. Once this call ends we’re clearly going to get them non-stop, either from your phone or mine.” You took a deep breath, as if to prepare yourself for your impending doom, before pressing the answer button.

THE CALL WHERE HIS SIGNIFICANT OTHER GETS CURSED AT (AND HE LETS IT HAPPEN)

“You fucking fuck,” Ace said, slowly and almost threateningly, and Jade almost let out a huff of laughter at that alone. Only almost, for he had wanted to stay silent for a little longer just to hear what either one of you would talk about. “I raised and looked after you for over three years–”

“Now who’s doing the raising in the group, you say? If not me, it’s obviously–”

“Shut up! I need to tell you how disappointedI am!”

Jade threw you a look and you only shrugged. Ace always seemed like the annoying older brother type of friend, but was he actually some secret mother hen type? He always pictured that role for… essentially every other close friend you had, but he supposed distance could bring the fretting out of anyone.

“As I was saying, you know how much I L-word you, you little shit, but what is this behavior? Is this how you repay me?” On second thought, this was annoying older brother behavior. “How could you do this to your best friend—no, absolutely no oh, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Ortho, Sebek, is my blah blah now! Betrayal! One second I have Jade’s contact name renamed to your TOTGA, next second you’re getting married to him?”

At Ace’s exclamation Jade allowed himself to unstifle his laughter, slapping his thigh with the free hand, the one not attached to the arm that was draped around your own laughter-induced quivering shoulders.

“TOTGA?”

“The One That Got Away. Coined by Cater, but Ace found it too funny so it stuck as an inside joke about… well, obviously about you,” you explained, near groaning at the reminder, “basically, Ace thinks you were incapable of returning my feelings.”

“Hey, I never said that! I just said you were too much of a wuss to actually do anything. You cried when he became a fourth year, remember? Ace… I want to see Jade, huhu. I’m so sadddd, wah wah wah, wah, wah.”

“What a subpar impersonation. I wish I was there to witness it myself.” It was a little hard to shake off the image in his head once Ace got it in there—he hated seeing you upset of course, but you crying because you missed him? That would have certainly been a cute sight. He wondered if Ace or one of your other friends had managed to have that, or any other similar event, recorded on video. 

He’s not quite Azul but he’s made his fair share of deals, too.

“And for your information, Ace, you might like to know that it was I who made the first move, so you would be right about your assumptions.”

“Thank you for your service. My dear friend would have stayed single, still living in the college, doing nothing but taking care of Grim until the ripe old age of a hundred and one otherwise,” Ace might have sounded like he had significantly calmed down, but you seemed to know better. 

Ace was never particular about the respect for seniority, and while some parts of him had already matured, according to you that is, some parts were bound to stay the same. 

“But also, I just know you’re part of the reason why I never found out the two of you got in a relationship in the first place! So what was the reason? A prank?”

“Of course not. What kind of man would have a joke run for as long as eight years?” Jade said, pretending he wasn’t that type of man. Honestly speaking, he really never intended it to be secret or anything. Azul and Floyd knew because it was impossible to hide things from either one—the latter being his brother, the other being your supplier of potions in your earlier years of visiting him and his family.

It just so happened that with a strange set of circumstances it would appear you never got the chance to tell anyone, he was too private a person to share the more intimate details of his life, and the two of you decided to just stick with it for as long as either one of you didn’t get caught.

“Okay, fine, I know why Jade wouldn’t say anything… but you, don’t think I have forgotten about you. Actually, shit, I’m tired of shouting. Give me a sec.”

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Giving the phone to our favorite Deucey-Weucey. Nice going with the invites by the way—flying envelope followed me around in the middle of the street until I opened it. I thought my unpaid taxes were haunting me!”

Ah, yes, the wonderful flying tracker envelopes. Jade had paid good money for those—for convenience, else it would have been too difficult sending formal, non-digital invites to everyone all across the land, but he would not deny that the idea of an envelope hunting and chasing down your mutual friends was fun to imagine. 

“You were shouting that loud in public? Also… are you joking? Ace, pay your taxes?”

“Pass. Oh, and don’t tell Deuce I said that, by the way. He’s freaking out more than me—he’s been spamming me with texts because I got to call you first—and we don’t need the policeman to freak out even more because of my inability to be a law-abiding citizen. He just finished his shift, too! … Yo, Deuce! Guess who I’m on the phone with—Oi! At least ask before–”

“First of all, congratulations,” a different voice came out of the phone speaker this time, a little gentler and kinder but clearly holding back. Ah, Jade thought to himself, here was the other one he was waiting on for your end.  “Bet you Ace didn’t even say that, right?”

“He didn’t,” the two of you replied at the same time, much to the chagrin of the voice whining at an audible distance.

“Oh, hello,” Deuce greeted, oddly politely, “you don’t mind if I shout at your spouse-to-be, right? I’ve been holding back from doing so for about twenty or so minutes now.”

Well, Jade always liked politeness. Why, it reminded him of himself, after all.

“Fufu… go for it,” he said, but honestly you could have been the one to agree to it yourself with the way you readied yourself by pushing the phone slightly further away than when you were talking to Ace. Interesting reaction.

“You can cover your ears, I just need to get this out of my system… WHAT THE HELL? THIS IS WORSE THAN ANY OF ACE’S PRANKS!” Jade had to wonder if that was more compliment or insult. Deuce was less harsh than Ace with his wording, but the tone of voice was more intimidating, a little delinquent-like. You seemed used to it, though, maybe even a little fond and reminiscent.

“We kept comforting you because we… okay fine, Ace, shut up, because I thought you kept getting rejected, but not only have you been together all this time, the two of you are getting married? Also meaning, time had passed since you proposed… or Jade proposed to you?”

“Actually,” Ace interjected, loud enough to be picked up by the microphone, “since when did the two of you get together? This is very important by the way, please answer correctly.”

“Answering correctly… ah, I see what’s going on here,” Jade replied with an amused laugh, “I hope you got the right answer, then. The last week of my third year, so before the summer of yours.”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before the two of them began making a ruckus once more.

“Fucking Ortho?! Out of all of us, Ortho gets it right?” Ace bemoaned, “The way we dissed him too for guessing incorrectly. Of course he knew without actually knowing. I mean thank the Seven it wasn’t Sebek or Jack or I would never let myself live it down, and if it was Epel he would never let us live it down, but wow.”

“They made me bet as well, by the way,” you told Jade, “betting on my own love life… or lack of, at the time.”

“And you got it wrong?” he snickered, always happy for something new to tease you about. “Please do tell, when did you think we would get together?”

“Uh… I don’t remember?”

“Never. You said the two of you were never, ever, ever, getting together,” Deuce reminded you, pretending to simply be helpful even though it was obvious he was attempting to get back at you one way or another. Well, it was helpful to Jade, at least. He’s not surprised by the answer, it would have been rather typical considering your mindset back then, but your reaction right now was very adorable. 

He had no plans of teasing you about it at this very moment, but he stored that information for another time.

“Wait, I just realized something. You were also crying to us that time, so then… you were crying because–”

“Oh,” you sounded a little bashful, “it was because I thought we wouldn’t be together because… you know, Jade would be out there in some mountain, probably without phone reception, and I would be stuck in NRC, so…”

“...so you didn’t think you two were actually in a relationship,” your statement was finished for you by Deuce, who sounded, and probably looked, exasperated, “and then you two actually were, but you were either still sad about the distance or too embarrassed to tell us you were mistaken that you never told us.”

“Yeah, something like that, and also I kept getting teased about it so as payback I kept holding off telling all of you, until…”

“Until you literally forgot to ever tell us,” Ace groaned, “shit, that’s one long grudge.”

Well, Jade might have had some part to do with you not talking about it after your third year. He was the one who convinced you it’d be fun to let them figure it out for themselves. If they weren’t able to tell while they still got to see you every day, how much harder would it be for them once you all went your separate ways all over Twisted Wonderland?

“Okay, maybe deserved on our end, but I don’t want to take responsibility so fuck you… oh, and congratulations to both of you lovebirds… er, fish?”

THE CALL WHERE HE MESSES WITH SOMEONE (AS USUAL)

You were still in the middle of your call with Ace and Deuce, voice call turned video call as the three of you planned a pre-wedding meet-up with the rest of your friend circle for the purpose of deciding who your best man would be (thankfully not a problem he has to deal with, considering Floyd was the only real choice), when he received a call on his phone.

“Who is it?” you asked, breaking away from the conversation for a few seconds.

“Trey,” he replied, quite normally if he would say so himself, although you must have known better based on the way you were looking at him.

“Don’t stress him out too much, Jade.” He agreed, although he certainly didn’t promise anything. If he was being honest, one of the calls he was anticipating getting was from the bakers’ son. Perhaps because it was interesting seeing the seemingly ordinary people break out of their restraints and say something funny. 

“Say hi to Trey for me! Or tell him to call me… not any time for the rest of the day or night, if I’m being honest.”

With that he slinked away from the bedroom to the living room, letting himself relax atop the sofa as he answered the call. 

“You know, Jade, most people send in their order forms online these days. Or in person, if they want a taste test first.”

“Oh, do you not want to comment on the invite first? The RSVP is included in the envelope, but you could let me know right now. How many guests do you intend on bringing? You could always bring your siblings—given my being a twin, I’ve always been fond–”

“Jade,” Trey interrupted, already sounding exasperated, “am I really a guest when you’re asking me to make your wedding cake?”

“And the wedding favor pastries as well, if you don’t mind,” Jade supplied, smiling to himself. Good, Trey was reacting exactly how he wanted him to. Sure, he did not doubt the man probably had some degree of surprise regarding his relationship status, but that seemed to be a second thought in the dread of dealing with what would presumably be at least a medium sized order. 

“We would appreciate your suggestions as well. Which do you think would be better: cupcakes, quite overused but popular for a reason; small cakes, so we don’t have to go through the hassle of giving away slices of the wedding cake; or something a little less fancy, like cookies or brownies?

“Also, what do you think about the cake itself? How many tiers are the norm for wedding cakes? Why is it that most people go for height when you can go for width and length? What do you think about including mushrooms–”

“Jade, absolutely not. We can add the fake sugary ones if you want, but no real mushrooms,” Trey sounded somewhere in between flabbergasted and disgusted at the suggestion. Now, wasn’t it obvious he was just joking? He wasn’t really going to insist on adding mushrooms in the cake… unless it was actually an unfounded good combination?

“Also, for the love of the Queen, please just go to the bakery for a taste test… ugh, I can’t believe you’re getting married before me. What in Wonderland…”

“Really makes you wonder, doesn’t it?” And because Jade was secure with his sense of humor, he laughed at his own joke. What Jade would give to be able to see the look on his face right now, curious about what sort of face he must have pulled in that dead silence of five seconds. “Oh, and I just thought of something… what do you think about mushroom shaped biscuits as wedding favors?”

THE CALL WHERE YOU GET A PART-TIME WEDDING PLANNER (BUT WHO DOESN’T LOVE FREEBIES?)

You had received a few more calls last night, mostly quick congratulations paired with a “but… have you always been together with Jade? Somehow, I always thought…” 

Those people never pried too much, likely to save themselves from the potential embarrassment of having forgotten such an important detail about a friend, maybe preferring to ask someone else about the details. None of them were too interesting so Jade didn’t mind much. 

The real fun continued the very next day. The intended guests seemed to have enough decency to not call past midnight, although he did spot a few 3 a.m. text messages sent to some group chat you happened to be in, so the night was relatively peaceful. Someone, however, seemed to be a particularly early riser, dragging the both of you with him with one notification.

Not a call, just a notification that somehow jolted you awake, your sudden movement waking him as well.

“What–”

“I thought it was for work… I panicked.” Despite the fact that it was very much a weekend, it seemed that it was hard to get rid of habits. “Who else just sends sudden calendar invites to unplanned video calls aside from… oh, this makes sense, actually.”

You suddenly got up from bed and Jade, admittedly still a little sleepily, watched as you tried to fix yourself up—slowly walking to the bathroom as you washed your face, even brushing your teeth. That told Jade he would not be expecting you to head back to sleep despite the fact that the sun had likely risen at most about half an hour ago. If it weren’t for the fact that you were just straightening out your rumpled sleepwear, he would have thought you had planned on going out.

“Already so energetic in the morning,” Jade commented. For a busy man like him, he quite liked getting to sleep in whenever he could with his beloved at his side, but he was just as content watching you in the early hours of the day. Seeing you go about your morning, yes, but more so waking up in the same room as you, something that would become more common once the two of you got married.

He had always missed mornings with you whenever he was under the sea instead of by your side.

“Jade, do I look presentable?” you suddenly asked, plopping back down on the bed, lowering your head to lock eyes with him. He’s not quite sure what you’re expecting out of him considering the biased lens he views you in.

“You know my heart is aflutter whenever I see you,” he answered, not dishonest in the slightest but always worded in a way he knew you would like, “my darling is as beautiful as usual, brilliant and timeless like the most precious pearl.”

“And that’s not what I was asking. Presentable is different from beautiful.” Still, you looked appreciative of his praise, allowing yourself to accept it instead of turning it down, and really, that’s the reception Jade likes the most from you. “Oh well. Vil will probably understand anyway.”

Oh? He knew you and Vil kept in touch even after his graduation, but among his list of people who he thought would contact you next, he had not considered someone as busy as Vil Schoenheit to be next. Not that he had any plans of going back to sleep when you were already awake, but now he was more enthused to listen in—intrigued in all matters that had to do with you, and he supposed because it had to do with him, as well.

He doesn’t even have to tell you—you put it on speaker immediately.

“You know, most people these days try to soft launch their relationships on MagiCam, but you did not even do a normal hard launch, no, you went all the way with a wedding announcement. Do you think yourself a celebrity with this kind of secrecy?”

“Ahaha, well–”

“Oh, and before I forget, I’ll be sending you my work schedule. We can’t have you looking like a potato on your wedding day, can we? Do you already have something to wear? If not, I can introduce you to some designers, no need to worry I still remember what styles you like best, and then we can choose which outfit you’ll want to wear best during the ceremony itself, and then the reception—

And we can’t forget about make-up! You–ah, Jade, hello, I just noticed the top of your head peeking near out of frame. I can send you both some palettes that would work best with your skin, the Seven knows I have too much unused make-up from brand deals, and–”

“Vil,” you interrupted suddenly, “not that I don’t appreciate the help, because I do, I mean I haven’t even thought of getting into more comfortable clothes for the reception? But why are you doing so much? Aren’t you busy?”

“I would have to agree. It’s as if you have chosen to take up the task of being our wedding planner.”

“Because it’s bad manners to outdress the newlyweds,” Vil explained, as if it was the simplest thing in the world to understand, “so just this once, the both of you have to look better than me. Understood?”

THE CALL WHERE YOU AND A CROW ARGUE ABOUT WHO WALKS DOWN THE AISLE AS YOUR GUARDIAN (SPOILER: IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN TREIN)

Jade took over the kitchen most days, for as long as he had the time for it. Not only was he confident in his skills but he enjoyed the act of cooking just as much as getting to show off his skills for you.

And of course, because there was the thrill of letting slip that there was some special secret ingredient that always left you slightly perturbed or excited. Not that there was any most of the time, he just wanted to see if you would keep buying it, and he would eat up the slightest hesitation before you eventually gave in because A) you trusted him and knew deep down he was either playing with you or added something he knew you liked, or B) you just wanted to eat your meal already.

One of those was more romantic than the other.

Regardless, he was cooking for you because you seemed like you needed the energy. While the both of you agreed on wanting to get married soon—considering the two of you lived together and were as domestic as couples could get to the point that it was as if he was already a married man anyway—you seemed to wonder if there was enough time to plan everything that still needed to be planned. 

“Of course there will be,” he reassured you, momentarily abandoning the meals he had not finished plating to step closer to you, “we still have four months to go, and I’m here to help you, remember?”

“I know, and I love you even more for it.” You don’t waste a single second after he places his hand atop yours, turning your palm over to interlock fingers properly. That’s another thing Jade adores about you—how easily you can confess and show your feelings for him. “A part of me was just hoping wedding planning would be a little easier than it actually is.”

“I’m sure it’s made easier with magic involved,” Jade said with a laugh, “although ceremonies are much simpler under the sea.”

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean that kind of preparation.” You seemed to be experiencing some degree of unease, likely at the thought of something. “More so… people.”

Jade smiled. Close-lipped.

“If there’s anyone being a bother, or being troublesome–”

“Jade, no,” you interrupted quickly, as if suddenly fearing for the lives of several people. “Not like that. I received an email from Professor Crewel a while ago. Apparently our wedding has become a hot topic in the staff room.”

He blinked, pretending to be surprised.

“Oh my, now why would that be?”

You need not answer that question, not when it was so obvious. You had wormed your way into their hearts in the span of four years, perhaps even more considering how often you visited for the sake of Grim, and now they were attached to ex-Ramshackle Prefect, current pseudo-NRC staff. 

(Neither of you were really sure if beast caretaker was a real position considering Crowley had yet to house any beasts beyond Grim, but you liked the allowance and the ability to come and get your cat-not-cat whenever you wanted.)

“I don’t know,” you sighed, legitimately looking a little confused, “but Professor Crewel… he offered to help with the clothes, but I said Vil was already doing that, so instead he said he’d send over some gifts. I mean I expect that on the ceremony day itself, but not months before?”

“May I ask… did you happen to have a favorite professor?” Because it was easy to tell why one of them was buttering you up so suddenly, although he was a tad unsure if it would be for naught. Perhaps you already had someone in mind.

Before you could answer, a song he could not recall having heard before rang out in the room. It was, for a lack of a better term, the type of tune that would be catchy at first until it inevitably became the most annoying sound in existence. Earworm might have been the word for it.

“Ah, Crowley is calling. I forgot that was the ringtone I set for him,” you said, as if that was enough to explain everything. 

It was.

“Headmaster–”

“My child, who has grown up so fast to the point of finally getting married.” You exchanged looks with Jade, and while he was evidently more amused than you, he understood the incoming headache. Crowley himself was the incoming headache. “I would just like to remind you that this most generous, gracious, giving headmaster of yours is also your guardian by law, yes?”

As much of a secretive man the headmaster could be, now was certainly not one of those times, and the realization of what your old professors were up to had dawned on you.

“Professor Crewel’s quite generous as well,” you said, “you know, he offered to buy me a few things for the wedding”. It was as if you were pretending to be deep in thought, when in reality you were baiting the crow into either telling you what he wanted outright, or at least offering you something a stingy man like him normally wouldn’t. 

Then again, Jade was just a little concerned that even if Crowley did get you something, it would come from NRC’s budget. None of his business, but there was the probability of you feeling guilty over that. 

“What, so are you choosing Divus then?”

“Who said I would be choosing Professor Crewel?” 

Truthfully Jade did think that, among the whole staff, Headmaster Crowley or Professor Crewel would have been the best choices to take the position of your guardian down the aisle, but perhaps that was merely his impression of who would most want to be in that position as opposed to who you would want.

“See, I was just thinking of having Grim stroll down the aisle considering he’s the closest I have to family, but Jade and I have been talking about whether he should be a flower boy or the ring bearer.” 

Yes, that much was true, and while a basket would have been heavy he was partial to flower boy simply because it would be funny to watch him throw petals around the beach, accidentally having his paws sink in the sand, but he could not say that or else be accused of bullying your beloved beast by you.

“So since it can’t be Grim… since he looks after Grim when I can’t, I thought Professor Trein–”

“Absolutely not!” You had ruffled the feathers of the headmaster with one utterance of a name, as though you and the senior professor had personally offended him. With how dramatic he used to be, and seemingly still is, it was very likely he felt that way, Jade thought. “Trein has already walked down the aisle for SO many weddings! This is incredibly unfair for the childless like me.”

“Isn’t Professor Crewel in the exact same situation?” 

“No, he has his puppies. That makes him a father. Meanwhile there’s me. I am alone and childless and you are the closest thing I have to a child, will you deprive me of the opportunity to flaunt–ahem, to show my support for the marriage of two very wonderful NRC alumni?”

“Wow,” Jade said, almost in disbelief at such a poor excuse, “that sounded very convincing and not at all falsified. I might ask you to replace my father at this point.”

THE ONE WHERE SOMEONE STRESSES ABOUT HIS WEDDING MORE THAN HIS FAMILY (AND HIM)

Jade had expected that his brother would momentarily make a fuss, that his twin would be filled to the brim with excitement while complaining about how the wedding date was too far and how he should have it sooner. 

He also anticipated his parents' congratulations, their happiness in spite of wanting a ceremony under the sea as well, their wishes that you had visited with him today so that they could spoil you with something extravagant for the occasion.

But Azul? Sure, he had expected some degree of fretting, but the octomer was stressing about the wedding as if he was the one getting married. Dear Sea Witch, if this was how Azul was going to act at being his wedding’s caterer, just how much worse would he fuss if he ever got married?

“You should have told me sooner, Jade!” Azul exclaimed, already grabbing a scroll with one tentacle to jot down estimates—Jade was unsure of the specifics but it figured it must have been the usual: assumed guest count (Azul had not even bothered to ask, somehow he just put a number eerily close to the own estimate you and Jade had in your heads), times and dates, which foods and drinks he’ll likely end up having prepared, even from where best to source ingredients around June, the month of the wedding.

“Ah, Trey’s handling the wedding cake and favors, but not the desserts themselves, so feel free to cancel those two out,” the moray added, stifling a laugh at how cross Azul suddenly looked with him.

“I don’t know if I’m more upset at you going to Trey for that when I’m perfectly capable, or for not telling me before I finished the estimate costing. Do you know how difficult it is to cater for big events?”

“With the amount of experience I’ve had assisting you? Of course I know,” Jade pointed out dryly, “and I know just as well that you are incredibly capable. This is simply a small feat for you, Azul.”

“Most caterers in the industry ask for six to twelve months in leeway preparation time when it comes to reservations.” It was phrased to be informative, but really it sounded like he was being chided. “If you had not come to me, I am certain everyone else would have rejected you. Aren’t you fortunate to have me as a… to have connections to someone as capable as me?”

A part of him still hesitated to call Azul a friend. Perhaps it was a case of old habits dying hard, or just for the sake of either one of their prides, but he would never call Azul a friend to his face. Azul was just Azul, who he and his brother stuck around with since childhood because he was interesting, but–

“And congratulations, Jade. I’m happy for you. Who would have thought you would ever marry,” Azul said, smirking and yet refusing to lock eyes with him. Jade thought he might have been a little teary-eyed, but it was harder to tell underwater. Even if he was sure, he had no plans of making fun of Azul for it, just this once.

Just this once, he might admit to himself that Azul was a friend.

THE ONE WHERE HE SURPRISES EVERYONE ONE LAST TIME (BUT IS THERE EVER REALLY A LAST TIME?)

Jade has long prepared for his speech, has it memorized down to the very last word. Even if he hadn’t, it would be relatively easy to say everything on the spot—discuss how he fell for you, the story of how you two got together, the love he did and does and forever will have for you, and of course, how the two of you managed to keep everything a secret until recently. Still, he prepared for it, mostly because he had one last surprise saved for the very end. 

You’re a little teary-eyed near the end, what people thought was the end, of his speech; he thinks he can spot his father crying as well, and he wonders if that’ll stop or worsen by the time he has to give out his speech. Azul’s there, nodding his head in approval and clapping as if he had just finished giving a business presentation instead, while Floyd is cheering and hollering and amazingly, his tie has yet to be fully discarded.

On your end of guests, he can spot a few of your friends be mildly surprised from witnessing how heartwarming he could be when he felt like showing it; Malleus Draconia simply radiating joy from being present, still really odd to know his significant other was friends with a future King; Leona, placed at the table farthest from Malleus’, not looking particularly enthused, almost as if he hadn’t brought an expensive gift in hopes of one-upping his fellow prince (although he was certain Kalim had one-upped them both on accident).

The professors were also there, and he had overheard them (rather, Crowley and Crewel, who you eventually decided both got to represent you down the aisle) arguing amongst themselves earlier about who got to dance with you first.

The answer was him, your groom, quite clearly, and perhaps Floyd will want to steal either him or you away for a little bit.

When the clapping ceases he lets out a most bright grin, then again when was he not genuinely smiling and laughing today, before speaking into the microphone once more.

“Once more, I thank all of you for attending this special day. You have all helped make this a memory-filled day… but before I hand the microphone over to my father, I have an announcement to make.” He turned to look at you, still seated beside him and beaming in approval, even throwing a little thumbs up from beneath the table. 

He loved you even more for not only letting him, but encouraging him to have one last hurrah.

“I have heard a lot of complaints regarding how sudden we announced our wedding, or perhaps more appropriate to say our relationship status.” He had received a few chuckles out of that one, but who was Jade if not someone who wanted the last laugh? “We, my beloved and I, understand your complaints, and so we took your feedback, went over it carefully, and decided to do better next time.

“That is to say, you are all invited to our second wedding in the Coral Sea. Same date next year, no dress or tail code this time, fufu…”

He loved it—the commotion it caused, the way his father was weeping a little harder, he did wish for the two of them to have the Coral Sea ceremony; the way Azul was calculating the costs of everything again, now with the included costs of actually having the guests be able to breathe; party animals like his brother, Kalim, and Cater easily anticipating another celebration; Ace, Deuce, and Jack having war flashbacks to what happened the first time they visited the place; and most importantly, your reaction.

You already knew what was coming, but he always loved watching the different expressions bleed into your face, and there was just something about how happy you were at the reminder that you’d get to celebrate your union again, but this time in his culture.

With the microphone safely out of his hands and plopped in front of his father, his lips near your ear. The world may already know, but even then he whispers the words themselves as though they were still a secret—

“I love you.”

“You only love me because chaos always follows me around,” you said, clearly joking. Because he’s him, he returns the favor.

“Oh yes, because I stayed in this relationship for over eight years for a joke. I pity you, my dear.”

“Mhmm, if this is what it feels to be pitied by you, I can’t wait to experience it for the rest of our lives.” He’s unsure of who laughed first, but what does it matter, really? 

A few of your fingers slipped underneath his gloved hand, idly writing something against his skin that warmed his heart—your new initials. 

“I love you too,” you whispered back, and he smiled because he knew. Beneath the politeness and the jokes, the truth was not something that he had to wrangle out of you, but something easily seen and easily told.

“So… how are we pranking them next?”

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#twst x reader #jade leech x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #jade leech #twst #twisted wonderland #nathya twst writing

[anthurak]

So I’ve been reading/watching a few different Helluva Boss theory posts/videos recently, and I really have to ask:

We all recognize that when it comes to serious theory-crafting on lore, character backgrounds and most other things, basically EVERYTHING from the pilot is firmly in ‘take with a grain of salt’ territory, right?

Like this is not some ‘true episode one’ or weird ‘episode zero’ thing. It’s a pilot, a proof-of-concept and basic introduction to the series premise and main characters. Now it is certainly a GREAT intro to that premise and those characters, but it’s also clear that at this point the writers were still ironing out the characters, lore and other elements. I mean just compare Stolas in the pilot to Stolas in just the first episode, or how Tilla went from being Blitzo’s older sister to being his mother.

And we can really see this dissonance all over the pilot, as well as possibly getting a sense of what earlier drafts of characters might have looked like.

For example, Moxxie’s ‘dreaming my parents were getting murdered’ line in the pilot certainly feels like it may have at one point been foreshadowing, but it also just doesn’t fit very well with what we later got in the actual show. It seems like Moxxie would have nightmares about his mother being killed, but find dreams about Crimson being murdered to be quite appealing. Instead, I think we can guess that the plan at the time of the pilot was for Moxxie’s parents to have both been murdered by the mob/Crimson, possibly leading to Moxxie being adopted (perhaps by force) by Crimson. But between the pilot and the first episode, Vivzie and the team opted to streamline things by making Crimson be Moxxie’s father in the first place and him having murdered Moxxie’s mother. As evidenced by how Moxxie’s ‘maybe a shitty dad, or a mob family…’ line in Murder Family is MUCH more in line with what we end up seeing in Season 2.

Likewise, I imagine that Tilla originally being Blitzo’s sister likely had her in a nurturing, adoptive older sister role to Blitzo and Barbie, until the writers decided it simply made more sense for Tilla to just be the twins’ mother instead.

So when I see people doing stuff like using Loona’s implication that she has syphilis as a major part of or even the whole basis for theories on her messed up background/childhood, I can’t help but feel like they’re unwittingly building up their theory on a pretty shaky foundation.

Like don’t get me wrong, I fully agree that Loona went through some major shit in her childhood. I even have a hunch/headcannon that her backstory is actually going to have Blitzo AND Moxxie beat in the fucked-up department. It’s just that I think a far more reliable source of foreshadowing on this is something like Loona’s whole ‘This kid probably sets dogs on fire’ spiel in Murder Family, rather than anything from the pilot. Particularly since we now how at least two other cases of seemingly offhand, inconsequential jokes from that episode actually being foreshadowing; again, Moxxie’s ‘maybe a shitty dad…’ line, as well as Blitzo’s ‘we’re just killing a mother…’ line.

Finally, everything I’ve said here goes double, triple and frankly QUADRUPLE for Hazbin Hotel. Whereas we only had a little more than a year between Helluva Boss’s pilot and first episode, we’ve had over FOUR years for Hazbin. And it’s clear already from the trailers and other promotional material that things have changed quite a bit since the pilot. Like I’m as hyped as anyone else to finally see this show get released, but when it comes to specific expectations, we REALLY need to take basically all but the most general, basic, broad-strokes story, character and lore details that were in the pilot with a MASSIVE grain of salt.

Things like the basic premise, general character personalities, Charlie and Vaggie being a couple, etc; those we know are still a thing. Everything else is WILDLY up in the air.

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #assume that NONE of your precious headcanons are going to survive the hazbin premier

[archiveikemen]

'All Because Of A Slight Fever' Collection Event

Harrison Gray

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❥･• Warnings and FAQ

(I guess I wasn’t careful enough during the changing of seasons, I can't believe I caught a cold…)

I was adjusting my blanket and trying to obediently rest in bed, when…

My eyes widened in surprise at the person who came into my room.

Kate: Harry? Aren't you supposed to go on a mission till late today?

Harrison: I completed it earlier than planned. I heard you caught a cold, how are you feeling?

Harry was his usual carefree self, but I noticed that his neck was slightly sweaty.

(Could he have rushed here to see me…?)

Kate: I have a fever and cough… *cough*

Harrison: …

Harry came closer and gently rubbed my back while I coughed.

Kate: Sorry. I have this cough, but my symptoms aren't too bad at the moment.

Harrison: Do you think you’ll be able to stomach things like soup?

Kate: Yes. I think I’ll be able to handle a little bit of something light.

Harrison: Got it. I’ll get you some from the kitchen.

Kate: Thank you.

Kate: But I don’t want to spread the cold to you, so it’s best if you don’t come too close to me.

I called out to Harry as he turned on his heel to leave the room.

Harry turned around and his mint coloured eyes stared sharply at me.

Harrison: … I want you to look me in the eyes and say that again.

Kate: E-Erm…

Harrison: Shall I guess? It’s true that you don't want to pass your cold to me. However, you’re lying about it being best if I stayed away from you.

Harrison: The truth is that you want me to stay here with you, isn’t it?

Kate: … You're right…

Kate: But how did you know I was lying?

My lover was a liar and had the curse of a fox.

He could tell whether someone was lying, just by looking them in the eyes.

(That’s why I wanted to hide my loneliness by saying that the moment he turned his back…)

Harrison: You underestimated me.

Harrison chuckled in amusement and pinched my cheek.

Harrison: I don't need to use my curse to see that you’re over exerting yourself.

Kate: Is that because… you have great observation skills?

Harrison: You could be a little bit more conceited.

Kate: … Then, could it be the power of love?

Harrison: You really say such embarrassing things so casually.

Even though there was no clear affirmation, he didn't deny it either. And that was enough for me.

Harry understood me without having to use any special power. Knowing that we had that sort of connection between us made my heart so full.

Harrison: Anyway, you don’t need to worry about that. Just focus on your recovery.

Harrison: … I don’t feel at ease without you hanging around me.

Kate: … You’re being very honest today.

Harrison: I thought I’d be nice to you since you're unwell. … You don't like it?

Kate: Fufu, I love both versions of you, Harry.

After that, Harry helped me eat and take my medicine.

Harrison: It’s still a little early, but should we go to bed?

Kate: I think we should.

(... I don’t want to make Harry worry more about me, so I’ll rest well and recover quickly.)

Harrison: Is there anything else you want before going to bed?

(I honestly wanted our usual goodnight kiss, but I didn't want to risk infecting him with my cold…)

Kate: … I want a goodnight kiss on my forehead.

Harrison: You’re the one wanting to be pampered today, huh?

Harrison gently brushed my bangs with a playful smile.

Harrison: But… I like this.

Harry pressed his cold lips onto me.

Kate: Mm… Harry, why—...

Harrison: … What?

Kate: Why did you kiss me on the lips! I thought I would spread my cold to you, that’s why I said I wanted a forehead kiss…

Harrison: Because I find it adorable that you care this much about me.

Harrison: And I’ve told you this before. I can see right through your lies and know that you care deeply about me.

Kate: Ahh… nn…

Our lips met once again, Harry’s soft tongue brushed against my lips provocatively.

I nervously parted my lips, and my breath was taken away in a deep kiss.

Harrison: Mm… didn’t you say that you didn't want to spread the cold to me?

Kate: … Because… kissing you… feels so good…

Harrison: …

Kate: Harry?

Harrison: … I’d pin you down right now if it weren't for your cold.

Kate: !?

Harrison: Besides, catching a cold isn't too bad. There's a superstition that you’ll immediately recover if you pass the cold to someone else.

Kate: I don’t want you to be the next one to have a hard time because you caught a cold from me.

Harrison: … Then give me just half of your cold by kissing me.

As much as I didn’t want to pass my cold to Harry, I couldn't resist kissing him.

I found myself craving and wanting more. It must've been because of my fever, and my love for Harry.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil collection event #harrison gray

[pessimisticpigeonsworld]

you guys are so pathetic talking about Olivia “she’s painting Alicent as a conflicted character instead the bad stepmother, she’s projecting!” fucking losers and pathetic, hotd fans stop being the most insane fandom challenge 🤡 team black stans only talk about alicent this, alicent that, invent lies in twitter just to talk shit about Olivia, give it a break, she’s not responsible of the writing of the show and you guys make it seems like she personally wrote alicent like that, most of you forgot how the asoiaf behaved towards Sophie (mind you when she was just a kid) and Lena for playing Cersei. Actors are entitled to defend themselves when crazy stans attack them and look for personal excuses to “hate” and dislike them that goes beyond of “I don’t like your character” just awful but what can we expect with targ stans tbh you all got so fucking cry babies after the end of GoT

I don't think you realize that you're actually agreeing with one of my points about Olivia Cooke. I've literally already talked about how toxic fandoms go after the actors and actresses of disliked characters wrongfully twice. It's a symptom of how people struggle with separating reality from media.

Accusing me of ignoring that when I literally talked about it in my original post is ridiculous. It shows how you're not actually fucking reading what I'm saying, like all Alicent/TG stans who interact with me. What I said in my post is how I disagree with Olivia's interpretation of her character and how it seems like her fear of the earlier issue is impacting how she wants to portray Alicent.

I know she didn't write Alicent and that she didn't have any influence on that. Do you know why I know she has no control over that? Because she outright contradicts the writing choices Condal and Hess made and talk about. The most obvious one is how she said she "refused to play Alicent as a woman for Trump" when that's how she was written and Condal literally said that's how she is. I'm criticizing how she clearly doesn't like how her character is written but still tries to constantly defend her by refusing to acknowledge the parts she doesn't like.

You literally just word vomited into my inbox, you don't make an actual argument. You don't want me to criticize your fav or the actress who plays her, but you're not trying to defend the points I make. It's ridiculous and pathetic.

Also I've literally never seen people complaining about Alicent being "conflicted". Our issue is actually how Alicent was written by Condal and Hess to be inconsistent, hypocritical, and a constant victim despite being one of the most powerful people in the show. If you look on my page, literally all of my complaints about the writing are focused on the actual writers. You're arguing with your imagination, which probably explains why you're not making any actual points other than "how dare you criticize her 😡".

You know, you're coming across as the "crybaby" in this scenario, since you're just crying in my inbox and ignoring what I'm saying. You complaining about Dany and Targaryen stans being upset with GOT is very ironic, since Alicent stans are the one of the most sensitive group in this fandom (case in point).

Olivia Cooke is a person, she's fallible and it's totally fair and allowable to criticize her. You're right, she shouldn't be hated and harassed, but that doesn't mean she's perfect and above messing up. You just hate anything connected to Alicent being criticized and it very much shows. Stop projecting your obsession onto TB stans, it's annoying and just plain wrong, you'd know this if you actually looked at what people actually say instead of living in your delusional world.

#anti alicent stans #anti team green stans #anti team green #anti alicent hightower #house of the dragon #team black

[sl33py-day]

So, because of recent events with the EN VAs *cough cough* Elliot *cough cough* I thought of a SAGAU idea for Tighnari where he finds out what his VA did and just becomes mute until he gets a new VA. Cause we all know the VA and the character are two different things, right?

I just found out what happened earlier today and when I say I was going to jump out a window I almost did. Sadly I’m to sick to go to the second floor so I guess this is a second option. I don’t even know half of it but all I know it Tighnari’s EN VA is on the horrible, should not work with kids or work at all, side of society. The characters are different from the VA because one, Genshin Impact was originally made in china and they made the characters with no idea what the American VA of tighnari and others would do. I think this post shows how much I hate America just not all the people but the ones that are obviously not good. I

I have this thought about the reader going zoooom into genshin right after they found about all the drama and not even all of it. They’re on the grassy field of mondstadt shaken up. They were just reading about it before going to bed and what do you know there in genshin.

OH OH! Imagine everyone’s surprise when their own creator talks shit about their own world! Everyone is eating at this long ass table like in those movies with queens and kings. Tighnari is there along with Cyno and Al-Haitham with a few others. People are eating and having fun until the creator leaks out some information that makes everything silent.

“I hate my world, hëll my life sometimes. Like who would think it was a good idea to hire a Pedo, a blackmailer, basically in general a really bad person for a game that is directed towards kids. That part I’m not so sure..adults play so eh.”

Spoons being dropped are heard coughing like there is no tomorrow. Zhongli falling off his chair is heard. A few ‘what?’s are shared. No one’s eating for a while until Venti speaks up.

“Excuse me my holiness, but what in the ever living abyss are you talking about?” After telling them about what happened in your world tighnari shouted that he will not talk until the creator has said he could.

Being a little over dramatic at the moment but he will not repeat himself for the reason said by the creator.

I kinda imagine Albedo trying to find a way into your world so that he and many others could go stabby stabby to a few people.

I also feel like the reader would be understanding of tighnari’s choice. How would talk when they sound like a pedo? I for one would sew my mouth close. But then again right now, even though I speak English, I hate America. Some people are really fudging kind but others are potato peels wrapped in banana peels and are rotten.

On another note I had the thought while looking at the ceiling of my room. Does anyone else think that America doesn’t care about anything? Yes they’re getting money. Yes they’re hiring people who are clearly not qualified to work.

#Yandere genshin #Genshin impact #SAGAU #sagau yandere #Tighnari #I’m sick af #Yandere

[valeskawhore]

Soulmate AU!

Featuring Homelander x Sm! Reader!

Plot: “In a world where two souls have an unbreakable bond linking both of their souls. But the only connection with one-another is through a red string tied to each’s ring fingers.”

He hates the string because he just finds it annoying. Why does it haft to glow all the fucking time?

Homelander believes the whole purpose behind this.. soulmate shit is wonderful! But having it constantly tied around his finger, tightening every so often is so. fucking. irritating.

Soulmates we’re rare anyways. Commonly more in supes than humans but there’s always that one percent.

Having everyone constantly stare and gawk your right hand all the time is creepy.

Not to mention the questions… don’t get him started on the questions!

“Have you met your soulmate yet?”

“What does the string feel like?”

“Can you take it off?”

“I bet I can undo that knot!”

“Are you still single?”

Nonononononono! Fuck off!

His business is his business! Everyone else needs to mind their own! It doesn’t matter if hasn’t found them yet! They exist! And the string is proof!!

Some nights, he’ll get really lonely and start pulling at the string. He’d wrap it around his finger and hold it tight to his chest as a reminder that your out there and one day hopefully…

You’ll be wrapped in his arms at his side where you belong.

He should’ve snipped the string a long time ago and ended the suspense but he just couldn’t! He’s thought about it so much it should be something he’s ashamed of right now.

What if he’s disappointed and dissatisfied with his soul mate? You’re gonna haft to be perfect in his eyes.

He’s the fucking Homelander! He deserves only the best!

Or Atleast that’s his first thoughts…

When he meets you tho, your everything he’d ever want and he didn’t even know it. You fit his every criteria and help him in so many more ways than one.

You’re the assistant of Stan Edgar.. whom is the ceo of vought so it’s kinda a big deal..

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

Stan loves you very dearly and he holds you very close to his heart. Rest assured, you’re under all kinds of protection.

Stan originally keeps you from Homelander at all costs. He does everything in his power to shield you away from that blue eyed devil and keep you with him.

But.. everything has to come out eventually..

You were on your way back from a doctors appointment when Stan had texted you to pick him up some coffee on the way to back.

You said- what the heck and stopped at a small cafe around the corner from vought. It was only 11 and still pretty earlier since your appointment ended sooner than you thought it would.

Because It was originally supposed to end around 12:30, that’s the time you and Stan had set for bowling but you decided to pick his coffee up anyways and make a beeline to vought so you could pick him up directly after his meeting.

Ashley stopped you in the door,

“Woah woah woah miss l/n, where do you think you’re going? Mr. Edgar isn’t done yet so-“

“Ashley we’ve been over the fact that I don’t give a fuck- and I- huh?” The string around your finger started to tighten and pull towards the door to the seven’s main room where Stan was.

Ashley panicked, still trying to shove you as far from the door as possible but fell in the process, spilling both her and Stan’s coffee all over herself. Now was your chance-

Homelander heard the commotion from outside the door and stood to answer it but Stan stopped him.

The string tightened.

“Homelander you fucking man-child, do not answer that door.”

No need, because you opened it from the other side anyways.

Bursting into the room and the first person you made eye contact with was shockingly… Homelander? What was he doing here—?

Wait… DUH… it’s VOUGHT— not like he works here or anything-

It didn’t matter because something felt as though it was pulling you towards him.. your eyes locked in place with each others and suddenly the commotion going on around the both of you— no longer mattered anymore in the moment.

You were lost in his soul and he was lost in yours.. the most he could do was mumble out about how you were his soulmate and how much he was captivated by your beauty.

He took you all in and you did the same.. is this really the man you were destined to be with?

He was head over heels for you already but you couldn’t help but rethink everything you had ever been taught about your soulmate.

Second thoughts— second thoughts— second thoughts— second thoughts—

But the strings had bounded with each other’s and braided down the middle, locking your souls for all eternity.

It was done and decided the moment you walked through that door…

•~•~•~•~•~•

He loves you.. mostly..

You had very strong opinions about stormfront being in a hospital bed inside his room at the vought tower.

She was supposed to be locked up in some disclosed location somewhere around the fucking Bermuda Triangle for all you gave a shit- so why the fuck!? Is she here!???

He didn’t like that you don’t approve of his pet but who could blame you?? Why the actual fuck is he still aquatinted with the nazi?

She worried you for a bit before she chewed off her own tongue and committed suicide.. leaving americas sweetheart to go off the deep end.

You didn’t give a shit, still don’t.

Then when Homelander flipped the fuck out on you about having something to do with her death. You lost all love for him and packed your bags, sending him a final middle finger before leaving vought and going back to Stan.

Stan approved for your antics and believed they were fully justified. He gave you all access to protection from homelander until finally the devil himself showed up on his front doorstep, begging to talk to you.

He got on his knees for one part in his speech and ohhhh lordddd Stan was amused.

Coming out of hiding, you gently pushed Stan out of the way and decided to listen to what John had to say.

Stan threatening him in the background but yannooooo-

You finally came to conclusion that Homelander has a lot of issues that aren’t exactly broadcasted on the news for the world to see. That the American idol was someone else behind closed doors and that if you wanted any kind of life with him at all, you’re both gonna haft to work through somethings.

Trust for one and privacy for another.

Homelander is constantly stuck up your ass whenever he’s bored or just has nothing to do. It’s like he’s your kid more than your partner.

He loves watching ‘ A day in the life of a non supe!’ Seriously tho, how is your life sooooooo boring??

He’ll try to help make it more exciting and if it gets just a little too extreme like him bringing a whole ass supervillain into your work place for some kind of excitement— you’re gonna have to explain him that your boring human life is exactly what you want.

You don’t want no supervillains or press crawling up your ass 24/7, you’re happy with the way things are.

Explain these things to him and sure enough, you’ll both eventually be happy.

Two story house with a white Pickett fence, a crusty dog and kids running around while he barbecues around back— the American dream!!

Seriously tho, I think you both would work out fine. He just needs reassurance and proof that you actually love him and are happy.

<3333333

#yandere homelander #the boys #homelander imagines #homelander x reader #homelander #the boys x reader #amazon

[goldenbloodytears]

Got me thinking after the last (one of??) question you've answered. How do you picture the day Danny killed the senior Johnson and the aftermath of it?

Good question. I don’t have the entire thing sketched out in my head but here’s a rough outline of the ideas I’ve had banging around inside my skull for a while.

The tome does all but outright say that Danny killed his old man on a wild impulse… so following along with that, I think it was an “accident” too.

I put the rest under a read more since I think it got a little long haha

I think Danny had long prior developed a fantasy where he would kill his dad, one where he thought out all the little minute details based on his dad’s habits. I don’t know if he would have physically written anything down plan-wise, but I view it as the originating behaviour of his later impulse and style of stalking, he just became more organized about it once he knew he would be purposefully hunting people later.

I think the situation leading up to the event was something like this. The old man tells Danny they’re going on a hunting/camping trip, whatever plans Danny has made previous to this does not matter—he is expected to drop them. They take a long drive out to the middle of nowhere, and it’s tense and awkward. They get where they’re going, setup everything…. And eventually they get into an argument. Possibly one which elevates into a physical altercation and Danny ends up pulling his knife.

I had the particularly unhinged thought last night of whether his old man would be proud of Danny attacking him or at least suddenly try to comfort him “it’s okay son it’s an accident” while he’s bleeding the fuck out in the middle of nowhere… this is admittedly where my ideas start to break down and get fuzzy.

The next part I’m not sure about, but I can see Danny trying to rig the scene afterwards… despite the fact it’s an accident. This is assuming he doesn’t just go into shock for a bit. I don’t think he would know what to do here, nor am I super sure either. Would he leave to try to flag down the cops or attempted medical help if his dad wasn’t quite dead yet? Idk.

There’s an entire alternate scenario in which Danny just buries his dad in the woods and then fucks off to new life, but that feels a little too… I’m not sure if it’s easy, but it feels rather fanciful? I kinda feel like it’s the story he would tell to make himself sound badass.

So I feel like either way he probably got caught that first time. Maybe his dad had invited some old friends of his for the thing but they only show up later to a dissociated bloody Danny and his dead dad a couple feet away.

I should probably note that I’ve been considering this incident as happening while Danny is an older teen or young adult. Within the 17-21 range. Mostly because I think part of their argument would be related to Danny’s plans for the future and his dad wanting him to follow in his footsteps.

If we do go with the outcome where he gets charged, then he ends up calling his mom to bail him out—he’s pretty understandably freaking out at this point as the reality sets in. She flys out and immediately takes over in being the mom he hasn’t had for years; she’s the one who takes care of his legal fees and finding him a really good defence lawyer. I think I’ve said it already but his mom feels massively guilty about the situation.

There’s a couple potential outcomes to the situation here, and also some things to note.

I think the resulting legal trial would be Danny’s first taste of the media’s interest in bad news on a personal level, deeper than the “oh look more bad news” when you’re watching the local news at six kinda deal. I don’t picture it gaining much more than local publicity however.

Then you have where he might get charged with a lesser count like manslaughter, rather than homicide (this is related to my thoughts about him writing out his fantasies earlier… a good prosecutor would be able to argue he had criminal intent if his writings were found, whereas a lack of prior documentation heavily pushes the legal narrative more towards voluntary manslaughter by way of emotional distress)…. regardless of what he gets charged with, I’m a little stumped as to whether he could get a full acquittal or not.

The outcome I like is where he does get an acquittal (or extremely lenient sentencing), but his mom still has Danny move in with her and the family she’s got going, and there’s a brief period where he’s going to therapy or taking self-help classes (once again paid for by mommy dearest). Everything looks normal for a bit (I think the sudden “normalcy” drives him a little crazy tbh) and he gets his first journalism job at a paper… only to end up having the epiphany that the best way for him to get anywhere in the news world is to create the news himself.

He makes the conscious decision to go forward with what he’s doing at this point, after all, isn’t he hunting humans like his old man wanted him to do?

The only contention I have is that a criminal record could make things complicated, but at the same time explains some of his idiosyncrasies—like why is his background entry for dbd so obsessed with him not leaving any dna?? Well, maybe because he already has finger prints saved in a local law agency somewhere. Why does he use fake identities? Because he has a crime associated with his legal one, and because it provided more “protection” for what he’s doing.

At the same time, I think having a near brush with the law, one where he was lucky enough to escape without a criminal record, is enough to also explain the same things.

As a final thought, he definitely carries guilt about his dad’s death, like… his lore is pretty clear that he feels like his old man deserved a “better design” which makes me wonder if the original plan he had was a lot more… peaceful for Johnson senior to experience, or whether that’s just the reflection of “wow that really sucked” and not living up to the idealized fantasy he built in his head.

Also random trivia bit but I think he calls his mom on her birthday every year and tells her about how his life is “going” (probably making it sound way better than it is). She’s always chiding him to come visit and to call more often bc she loves and misses him.

#danny johnson #dbd ghostface #ghostface #dead by daylight #danny jed olsen johnson #dbd lore #dbd headcanons #dbd

[lionlena]

Dancing With Your Ghost (JavierPeñaxreader) Part XII

Summary: You are a ghost (sort of) and you don’t  remember  what  happened to you. You only know your name and you feel  that  something  bad has happened to you. The only person who sees you  and  hears you is  Javier, so you don’t leave him because you believe  he’ll  help you. That he will solve the mystery of what happened to you.

Warnigs:   the reader was a ghost, sadness, past trauma, mention of coma, just sweet, lovely, comforting, and caring Javi!!! Because after everything they through, they deserve all happiness the world, smut, NSFW, fingering, unprotect p in v, semi-public sex (sort of), Just sweet, loving and a little insecure Javier.

A/N: Title inspired by this song

Part XII

The next weeks were very intense. Javier started building your house and often worked until the evening. You started your job as a librarian. Often, Javi would be so tired in the evening that he would fall asleep on the couch and you would have to gently wake him up and encourage him to go to bed. But despite this, you didn't regret anything or hold any grudge against him. How could you? He was building a house for you. Maybe it was a little old-fashioned, but you loved it. Plus, even though he was tired, Javi always made sure to show you affection. He kissed you in the morning and made you coffee. He always made sure you left home knowing that he loved you.

Well, if he was rested enough after the night, he could find very original ways to assure you of his love.

You were just making sandwiches for work. You had taken a shower earlier and were only wearing a towel, and that couldn't go unused by Javier. Before you knew it, your semi-conscious boyfriend was already on his knees, his hands firmly gripping your hips and his head already between your legs.

“Javi... I have to go to work.” You moaned as you felt his tongue work on your clit.

Javier just laughed and, without taking his mouth off your pussy, he murmured:

"I won't let you out of here without a good orgasm, hermosa ..."

And then without warning, he started eating you like a hungry dog.

When you went to work that day, you had two amazing orgasms and you were wet all day just thinking about Javier's mouth.

But Javier showed you affection not only through sex. It was a lot of smaller things too. He brought you a bouquet of wildflowers that grew in the meadow near the construction site. He bought your band's favorite album because he saw it while he was in town for building materials and he thought of you.

You couldn't be happier and you knew that one day the house construction would be finished and then you would have more time for each other again.

And then there were Sundays.

Magical Sundays.

Javi worked the construction site from Monday morning to Saturday afternoon but on Sundays... Sundays were just for the two of you. And you two did whatever you wanted.

If you felt like it, you would lie in bed all day long, cuddling, making love, and talking. If you felt like it, you went to the lake and had a picnic.

But something went wrong. Your last Sunday was a disaster. According to you, because Javier said it's normal for couples to argue sometimes. However, you felt remorse. It was Friday and you were still thinking about it.

It all started when you feeling nauseous in the morning and it was upsetting you because you had been feeling sick for two weeks. Then Javier lit a cigarette and the smell of smoke drove you crazy and you snapped at him to go out onto the balcony. He, of course, apologized to you. He knew you didn't like it when he smoked. But the problem was that his submissive didn't calm you down at all. You only got more nervous and started acting like you were looking for a reason to argue. Because he put the cup down wrong, because he burned the toast because he didn't straighten the sheets on the bed. You were rude to him for half the day and Javier finally couldn't take it anymore. He asked you if you wanted to go to the lake and you snapped that he was probably blind because he couldn't see the storm clouds in the sky. Then he lost his patience and raised his voice. No, he didn't scream. He just told you loud and clear that he was allowed to have a bad day too. And if you don't want to spend Sunday with him, he can go to dad's for a few hours to give you space. And then you started crying. You didn't even know why. It was so stupid, and yet you couldn't control it. You started crying and apologizing to him while asking him not to leave you. Javier immediately changed his attitude from annoyed to very worried. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and started kissing your head.

"Cariño, what's going on? Shhh... Calm down." He started rubbing your back tenderly. "It's okay... I'll stay if you want."

You sniffed and muttered, "I don't know what's wrong with me today... I think got period soon..."

Javi nodded and started rocking you gently, “Okay, okay… Maybe we can just cuddle on the couch?”

"I'm sorry, Javi... I'm terrible. Please don't leave me."

He immediately cupped your face and lifted your head so that you were looking into his eyes: "Mi vida, everyone has a bad day sometimes. This is not the end of our relationship. It's just a little fight. Not the first, and not the last."

You nodded and smiled weakly. "Thank you."

Javi pecked your nose and chuckled. "You're welcome. You're cute when you're nervous."

Even though the rest of Sunday passed in a better mood, and on Monday morning Javier acted as if nothing had happened, it didn't change your attitude. You felt something was wrong, but you didn't know what.

And suddenly you remembered how you told Javier it was because of your period. You told him on Sunday. Now it was Friday and you still hadn't had your period. You started counting on your fingers. Your last period was 6 weeks ago and it was very strange... It was almost like you didn't have it. Suddenly you remember that you once heard that bleeding can occur in the early stages of pregnancy and can be mistaken for a period. Suddenly everything started to make sense. Nausea, fatigue, mood swings...

However, before you panicked, you decided to make sure. You told Laura, your co-worker, that you had to leave early. You immediately ran to the pharmacy and bought five different pregnancy tests.

Half an hour later, you were sitting in the bathroom, staring straight ahead in shock. Actually, you shouldn't have been so surprised considering the amount of cum Javier had been pumping into you over the last few weeks.

But it wasn't like you didn't protect yourself. You were taking birth control pills. Except you always had trouble remembering them. You always forget to take one or two. That's why when you were in a relationship with Michael, you strictly followed the rule of using condoms, but with Javier...

With Javi, it was simply different. Although you had never talked about having children, you assumed he wouldn't leave you alone. After all, he was building a house for you.

What if you took it wrong? You felt a surge of nausea and started to worry.

You didn't know what to do next, so you decided to go to Chucho's house. Elder Peña often helped his son build the house as much as he could. Because you didn't want to be ungrateful, you often visited him after work, you already had your own key, and you made dinner for them. When they came back from the construction site, they were always happy to see you and always said that you didn't have to, but for you, it was so natural. Besides, you liked watching them eagerly eat what you prepared.

So you went to Chucho's house, but since you finished work early, you still had a lot of time before they returned. You felt tired and thought a short nap wouldn't hurt. You sat down in an armchair, wrapped yourself in a blanket, and closed your eyes:

"Only ten minutes," you said to yourself.

Sometime later, you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, pulling you out of your deep sleep. You opened your eyes, still very sleepy. You slowly realized you were seeing Chucho's round, smiling face. You suddenly realized that your ten-minute nap must have lasted several hours.

"Don Chucho... Oh God... I'm sorry, I didn't make dinner..."

You wanted to jump out of the armchair, but his hand firmly, yet still gently, held you in place.

"Calm down, mi hija, you're not a maid here and you have no obligation to make us dinner."

"But, I... I..."

You felt tears forming in your eyes and you actually didn't know if you wanted to cry because of the elder Peña's kindness and tenderness. Is it because of remorse? Or maybe it was just your stupid hormones?

Chucho laughed softly and kissed your forehead.

"Now, now, there's no need to be nervous."

You took a deep breath and calmed down, you already knew that Javier had inherited the gift of spreading an aura of peace and comfort after his dad.

Chucho nodded and then asked.

"Does my son know yet?"

You raised your eyebrows, not sure what he was talking about.

"That I didn't make dinner?"

Peña laughed as if you had told a joke.

"No, mi hija. Does he know he's going to be a dad?"

You held your breath and stared at him in shock.

"But how? How do you know? I... I found out a few hours ago."

Chucho himself looked surprised for a moment, but then he nodded and shrugged.

"Well, you look just like my wife did when she was carrying Javier. You have the same glow and…" Elder Peña chuckled softly. "She also took long naps in the armchair."

You smiled for a moment.

"Well, it's not 100% confirmed yet. I haven't been to the doctor yet, but... The symptoms I've been having recently and the pregnancy tests indicate that... I'm pregnant."

Chucho clapped his hands. "Wonderful!"

However, he quickly noticed that you did not share his enthusiasm. He looked at you worried.

"What is it about?"

You lowered your head and spoke quietly. "I don't know how Javi will react... We... We haven't talked about it... I assumed he might want to have a baby with me someday, but... We just haven't talked about it. What if he doesn't want this child?"

Chucho shook his head.

"If my son doesn't want this child, but you do, you can count on my help. And that he will no longer be my son, but... Javier loves you and will love this child because this baby will be a part of you. Trust me."

You wanted to say something else, but Javier entered the house. He smiled broadly.

"Mi amor! "

The smile disappeared from his face when he sensed that something was wrong.

"What happened?"

Chucho gave you a reassuring smile and said, "I'm going to check on Herman. I'll leave you two alone. You need to talk."

He patted his son on the shoulder as he passed him, which confused Javier even more. He immediately walked over to you and knelt by the armchair, placing his hands on your lap.

"Mi vida, what happened?" he asked gently.

He tried to hide the anxiety in his voice, but the truth was that his heart was beating like crazy. What if you decided to leave him?

"I didn't make dinner," you said sadly.

He couldn't help himself and laughed. "This is indeed a terrible crime. What am I supposed to do with you now? I think I'll put you in a maximum security state prison."

You snorted slightly and shook your head. His joke lightened the mood a bit, but you were still nervous.

Javier began to gently caress your thigh and looked at you with his puppy dog eyes.

"Cariño, tell me, what happened? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"NO." You grabbed his hand. "The thing is... There's a possibility..." You felt your heart beating faster and faster. "I think I'm pregnant."

Javier's eyes widened and he smiled widely. He took your hands in his and started kissing your hands.

"Mi amor! If it's true, then... I swear to you that I will do everything to make you feel cared for and loved. I will fulfill your every whim."

You looked at him in shock. This wasn't the reaction you expected.

"You... Are you happy?"

Javier immediately looked at you with concern. "Yes, and... You don't? You don't want this child..." You saw the sadness in his eyes, but he still replied, "I will respect any decision you make."

If you thought you couldn't love him more, then you loved him even more.

"What? I want this baby! I thought you…"

"Me! Why wouldn't I want our baby?"

Javi was still kneeling next to you, but he moved even closer and placed his hand on your belly. You involuntarily smiled at his gesture.

"We just didn't talk about it and... I don't know, I just kind of assumed that..."

Javi raised one eyebrow.

"That I don't use condoms because I'm completely irresponsible and selfish?"

You rolled your eyes. "Okay, good point."

Javier began to tenderly stroke your belly. "I didn't talk about it because I assumed that... Maybe you didn't want to have children with someone like me, but... Then again, you didn't tell me to use condoms, so I was hoping that... You know, not without reason I planned four rooms in our new house."

You laughed lightly and finally felt your nervousness leave you.

"Thank you, mi amor."

Javi stood up and kissed you on the lips. "You are my love. And if this love turns into little Peña, I will be the happiest man in the world. Don't be nervous about anything. I will take care of you and our baby."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and sighed. But suddenly new fears appeared in your heart.

"But there are so many things to do... Home, my work..."

Javier started caressing your face. "Hey, take it easy... I assume we still have a few months, right?" You nodded. "Everything will be done on time, I promise. And don't worry about work. We have enough money. Now the only important thing is your health and well-being."

"What if something is wrong with our baby? If the fact that I was a ghost..."

He laughed softly and pecked your nose. "If you give birth to a little friendly ghost, we will name him Casper."

You slapped his chest and hissed. "Javier, I'm serious!"

He kissed your forehead and gave you that sweet look of his. "I know, mi vida. But let's not worry in advance. We'll go to the doctor and tell him that you were in a coma and we're worried about the baby. He'll definitely order additional tests then. But please, don't think about it. We'll deal with it. With everything."

Javi knelt between your legs again and kissed your belly. "And don't worry about anything either, Little Bean, you'll have the greatest mom in the world and a cool dad."

You laughed and stroked his hair. Only Javier could make you feel so special.

After a while, he stood up and extended his hand to you, helping you up.

"Tell me, honey, what do you need? Do you want to eat something, go for a walk, or go home? I'll do anything for you."

You snuggled into his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around him, and murmured, "I need you to hold me for a moment."

Javi smiled widely and wrapped his arms around you protectively, holding you in a tight embrace.

"With the greatest pleasure, mi vida ."

After a while, Javi started rocking with you. You looked up at him, intrigued.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm dancing with you," he replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

And just like that, a wave of happiness washed over you. You knew everything would be fine. Javier will take care of you and the baby. It will provide you with a dignified and happy life. You will be safe and happy. You closed your eyes and imagined the months and years to come... You felt Javier kiss the top of your head and you had a strange feeling that he was imagining exactly the same thing.

*

I don't know what it is that makes me love you so I only know I never want to let you go 'Cause you started something Can't you see? That ever since we met you've had a hold on me It happens to be true I only want to be with you It doesn't matter where you go or what you do I want to spend every moment of the day with you 'Cause look what has happened with just one kiss I never knew that I could be in love like this It's crazy but it's true I only want to be with you You stopped and smiled at me Asked me if I want to dance I fell into your open arms And I didn't stand a chance

Hope I Only Want To Be With

A/N: Look who's back! 👻 I'm sorry you waited so long🥺 It's hard for me to let go of this story, and it's almost over. Only the Epilogue remains.

Part XI

Epilogue

Taglist: @aestheticangel612 @kittenlittle24 @hxpburn76 @creedslove @ranahx @yyiikes @fuglyputa24 @picketniffler

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #javier peña #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x reader #javier pena and you #javier is so sweet #soft!javier #narcos fanfiction #fanfiction #dancing with your ghost #hurt/comfort #pregnant!reader

[beeshoesometimesdraws]

YOU 🫵 please tell me like anything and everything about your wolfwalkers au.

also for no reason in particular do you have a colored ver/ref of any of the characters. or just, like, their colors in general?? for no reason other than curiosity. of course :3c

Hehehehe >:D

(I have a finished ref of the BM twins and that’s it rn, I’ll put em in at the end for ya)

Now onto the word vomit :

Timeline-wise, the wolfwalkers au takes place in more recent times, at least up to the point of the latest episode of mgafs because those events are not canon to this au (im kinda cherry-picking what I want to be canon here or not as i go along, some things may change tho)

That being said lots of things stay the same but there are also lots of things that go differently both in past and present

The twins have already been separated for a long time and are still reluctant guards for FC, them being wolfwalkers making them all the better for the task; they were given radio collars by Monty to keep track of them even when they’re in wolf form

As for Ruin and Solar and all that happened there…Solar still dies in this au because of Ruin’s plans though there are some key differences, and let’s just say that more than Solar’s energy residue stayed behind :) (*cough*if you ever watched wolfwalkers you might know what I’m getting at*cough*)

The origins of the celestial fam being wolfwalkers is kinda the same as with how things work in the Death’s Keepers au w/ the reapers: it all started with KC and the “killcode” being the code that the creator basically implanted magic into and thus the fam have these abilities due to the creator embedding it in all their codes (even Earth)

This code and them being wolfwalkers also affects their animatronic appearances and behavior (claws, sharp canine-like teeth, prey drive—some having it stronger than others, enhanced sense of smell, wolf hierarchy and pack behavior—and no not a/b/o stuff, I mean like accurate wolf hierarchy and pack behavior, which if y’all don’t know what I mean by that I will gladly rant about it if asked)

They shift using magic and their magic is strongest at night, though they can shift whenever they want to

It’s weird to a lot of them shifting from something that is mostly mechanical to being wholly organic though most of them have gotten used to it by now (a lot of the other animatronics think it’s weird but also kinda cool, Monty makes a lot of furry jokes and Moon hates it lol)

They all had to learn at one point or another that yes, you are no longer fully a machine and can be hurt or even killed as easily as any other person or animal (*cough* Eclipse learned this the hard way *COUGH*)

Going back to them more accurately representing wolf behaviors and such, I’m a nerd for anything to do with wolves and wolf genetics are one of the things I love the most (as many probably already know from my rants-)

That being said, all of them when in wolf form have their own things assigned to them, like how a few posts ago I talked about how Eclipse has the KK gene (basically black coat gene but the rare one because wolves with this gene rarely survive to adulthood for reasons that to my understanding are still mostly unknown—this is because the wolf I made based off him in WQ had it and I liked the idea of it)

Lots of the stuff that happened earlier in the tsams canon timeline happen in the timeline of the au, like Eclipse being created from Moon and Sun separating and then creating the twins and Lunar, the October takeover, etc etc

I’ve drawn them—BM twins, Lunar, Eclipse—as puppies before and mentioned Eclipse being a sickly pup due to his genes at some point and that still holds true though I’ve made alterations to my og plan for the story

Originally things were gonna diverge heavily from canon in the timeline and take more inspo from the Death’s Keepers au though wasn’t really vibing with it so I scrapped that idea

Instead things will still go relatively the same as in canon, as I stated before, and while yes Eclipse and Lunar and the BM twins were all technically “pups” at one point, it was when they were in the mindscape and they grow fast being magical and mechanical beings (so their aging is like wolves in that sense; only taking two years or so to fully mature into adults)

The others were all puppies at some point too (Sun, Moon, Earth, etc) but like I said they mature and grow fast in both wolf and mechanical form since I’m basing their aging off a wolf’s

As for Eclipse being a sickly pup, not only his genes in wolf form but his coding plays a role in that, being buggy and unstable for the first year of his life due to being a new ai created from a jumble of somebody else’s discarded code

Despite them not being around as long as some of the others, the BM twins (nicknamed Hunter and Bam in this au) are the most experienced and skilled in their wolf forms, especially when it comes to hunting

This need to hunt and prey drive while in wolf form has given the others more of an open eye to the twins’s pov and how their minds work, which has helped them in the long run as Foxy and others have more sympathy and understanding of their situation (Foxy may not be a wolfwalker like the celestial fam tho he’s been told of it by Monty and seen firsthand the others as wolves and how they behave/work)

Injuries gained in wolf form can be easily healed if done properly as their magic aids in the healing process and their injuries usually do not carry over to their mechanical form though that’s not always the case (it really depends on the injury and the severity of it)

For example, Eclipse later in the timeline has a permanent limp from an injury not healing correctly both in wolf and mechanical form due to the time when he fucked around and found out the hard way :)

That’s all I have to share rn, thanks for giving me an excuse to rant about this au :D

(They don’t have their radio collars here cuz I forgor)

#bee talks #wolfwalkers au #tsams au #tsams #sun and moon show #tsams eclipse #tsams lunar #tsams bloodtwins #tsams bloodmoon #tsams killcode #tsams kc #tsams sun #tsams moon #tsams earth #tsams solar #tsams ruin #mgafs #tsams monty #I love wolves sm #I could rant about them for hours #my wolf interest is back and it’s STRONG because of WQ #yipeeeee

[fixyourwritinghabits]

Hello! I’been writing a play for a long time now. Started it on march 2022, hit a wall that I didn’t know how to move through and decided to give it a break, let it breathe. The thing is, I can really feel I have something special with it, special for me and for what it means to me, but it’s like I can’t even figure out WHY, and how to give form to it. It’s like an abstract thing inside my brain that I’m not sure how to bring to life in a logical way yet. Cut to 2023, for a short time now I’ve been trying to do it. Do the old trick of “just write even if it’s garbage, but write” and I don’t know how I feel about this. There are moments when I feel that I’m going somewhere, where it just flows. But from a technical and objective point of view I can see that it’s really discursive and nothing really HAPPENS. I fear that I will turn out with something too abstract and with little action, but at the same time, the play revolves around the theme of “being stuck” so that is a big part for it not involving a lot of action. Anyways, I don’t know how to feel and would very much appreciate some advice for this weird kind of blockage 😅🫶🏼

This is a hard part of the writing process to get over, because when you hit this wall, it's hard to see around it. Realistically, you know you have to push through this crappy draft version to get to anything concrete. In practice, though, that's hard to do, especially when you have this grand vision that you just can't get down on paper. Here are some ideas to try:

The sounding board of a second opinion. Often talking your writing woes out with someone will help you figure out how to solve them, even if what that person suggests isn't anything close to what you actually want to do. I went through this process with my writing group earlier this week - in explaining a vague idea for Nanowrimo, a fellow writer made a suggestion that wouldn't work for my story - but it did help me figure out a missing piece of the puzzle to get that concept into a working story. Talking to people about your story can help.

Rubber duck it. Finding people you can comfortably talk to about writing is much easier said than done. Sometimes you slog through alone, and when that's the case, pull out the rubber duck method. It works for coders, it works for engineers, and it can work for you. Slap your favorite figurine or stuffed animal down in front of you, and let yourself talk through the problem. It'll feel awkward, and it might be slow-going, but it can really help if you try. I have a plushie of Gritty who sees all and judges, but dang is he helpful in working out what to do.

Speaking of Nanowrimo... I know you're worried about writing a lot of stuff that won't work out in the long run, but sometimes that's how writing works. You need to push through it, and sometimes writing a lot of garbage is the only way to do it. Erin Morgenstern originally wrote THE NIGHT CIRCUS during Nanowrimo - but as she admits, 100k of that original work didn't even include the main character and never made it to the final version. You gotta be okay with writing garbage. You will find your way through it, even though it might seem like it's going nowhere.

Nanowrimo is coming up, and I recommend taking advantage of it to push yourself through. Find a local group, join a discord server, and give yourself permission to suck. You can push through this and find the story you're looking for.

#writer's block #plotting #pushing through

[wolfeyedwitch]

I bet Weapon will be very confused about getting anesthesia for the removal of that tracker! Will any of the team realize how confused they are?

Weapons Don't Weep, Part 10

So my plans changed from the original "remove the tracker" to "it makes more sense to put the tracker somewhere it wouldn't be safe to remove, so let's fry that sucker instead." Have some angst and miscommunications.

CW: living weapon whumpee, internalized dehumanization, it as a pronoun, panic attacks, implied touch starved whumpee. Please let me know if I missed anything, or if you'd like to be added to the taglist!

Masterlist

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The Weapon tried to sit still and think of nothing. It succeeded at only one of these tasks.

What were the terrorists planning? They said they were going to get rid of the tracker, but Command had always said that was impossible. And then they took not only radiographs, but a CT scan as well…

It wished it knew more about the scans than just how to best produce results. What were they looking for? 

No. No, no, no, it needed to stop these anomalous thoughts. They weren’t conducive to optimal functionality. It couldn’t predict the terrorists’ plans, and speculation only led to decreased efficacy of its biological system. It needed to stop, before it caused even more cortisol production. 

The Weapon turned its focus to breathing as evenly as possible and smoothing out its heart rate. 

After far too long and not nearly long enough, the leader and the doctor returned. 

“So,” the leader began. “Do you remember what we discussed earlier?”

“Yes, sir,” it said, voice a bare thread of sound. It was glad Command hadn’t heard it give such a paltry, feeble response to a question. 

A long moment passed. Was that not a good enough response? It had answered their question promptly, if quietly. It had been concise and not included anything more than asked of it. It knew better than to say anything other than what its handlers— no, these weren’t its handlers, but still. It knew better than to speak more than asked.

 One of the terrorists cleared his throat. The doctor picked up speaking where the leader had left off.

“Right,” he said. “As you recall, we said we were going to remove your tracker.”

“Yes, sir.” Non-negotiable, they had said. 

“The radiographs and CT scan were to give me a better idea of where exactly it is located,” he continued. “It’s in your right pleural space. That’s between your lung and ribs.”

The statement didn’t seem to require a response, so it remained silent.

“While Government has the resources to safely put a tracker in that location, I don’t have the resources to safely take it out.”

Oh. 

Oh. 

The Weapon’s chest was too tight. Its eyes filled with excess fluid even as it looked down to the floor. System malfunction. 

It’s trying to act human again. Make it cut that shit out.

So they were going to destroy it after all. That. That made more sense. Far more sense than the- the bullshit (the word was too crass and inaccurate for its reports, but it seemed appropriate for this situation) that they’d spouted off earlier. All the nonsensical things about giving it food and water and appropriate medical care. Like it was a person, not just a thing.

You aren’t human, darling. You’re a weapon. My weapon. And weapons don’t weep.

It was still malfunctioning, and it couldn’t make itself stop. Its breathing pattern was impeded by its chest refusing to expand properly. It bit its cheek viciously to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. 

The door opened with a clatter, and…

Was that the sound of wheels squeaking? 

“Weapon? What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

That was Chloe’s voice. So she was going to be here for its destruction as well. It didn’t look up as it swallowed hard.

“Nigel was just telling them what he’d told us, about not taking the tracker out,” said the leader.

“Did you tell them the other part?” Chloe asked, tone not holding anything close to the proper respect for her superior officers. 

“Not yet,” the doctor said, sounding… defensive? That couldn’t be right. It must be misinterpreting that. “I was getting there.”

“Well, maybe you should have started with that,” Chloe said back, tone even less respectful. Was she not worried at all about the discipline these infractions would incur? “Now they’re not exactly in the right mindframe to listen!” 

Footsteps came closer, then a figure came into its blurry vision. 

“Weapon? It’s Chloe.” Her voice was soft. “I’m going to kneel down in front of you now.”

She did as she said, and it moved its eyes to avoid hers.

“Can you look at me, please?”

Since when did anyone say please to their weapon? 

It did as she asked. Asked, not ordered. The difference was jarring. It still avoided her eyes, but now it could see the birthmark creeping up her neck and the freckles liberally dotting her skin.

“Thanks,” she said. She smiled, though the Weapon didn’t understand why. What about this situation warranted that expression? 

The expression seemed to fold in on itself, somehow. When she spoke, it seemed to be more to herself than to it. 

“Okay. Okay, I can do this. Normally I’d touch, or at least ask, but… yeah, no. Okay.” Her tone got louder. “Weapon, can you please tell me five things you see?”

It blinked. An observational exercise? Now? For what purpose? 

It complied, even if it didn’t understand why. It didn’t have to understand; it just had to obey. Its breath hitched as it said, “Freckles. Birthmark. Blonde hair. Earrings.” 

It was at this point that it realized it probably should include things about the room, not just Chloe. “Um. Floor.”

“That’s… that’s really good. Good job,” she said. “Now four things you hear.”

Its voice was steadier this time. “You speaking. The… air conditioning?” Everything was so faint compared to the sound of blood rushing in its ears. What else, what else? 

“You’re doing great. Don’t worry if you can’t get four, just… do your best,” Chloe said.

Of course it would do its best. It would never perform at less than peak efficacy. 

(Except when it did, when it malfunctioned, when it pretended to be— No. No, it wasn’t a person, and it wouldn’t try to pretend it was.)

“Electronics beeping,” it finally added. The noise was faint but audible.

She smiled again. “Yeah, I think three’s plenty. Well done.”

“Thank you? Sir.” It hastily added the proper form of address.

“Okay. So,” she said, “I’m glad you’re back with us. Let’s try this again, since Nigel didn’t break the news the best he could have.”

“My apologies, Weapon,” the doctor said. He even sounded like he meant it.

“First thing: we don’t want to hurt you,” Chloe said.

What?

“I should have made that clearer,” the doctor said. “I don’t often work with people in… difficult situations, so I wasn’t as sensitive as I should have been.”

What did people have to do with the situation? They were still talking about it, weren’t they?

“It’s like we said earlier,” the leader added. “Unless it’s necessary for the team’s safety, we aren’t going to do anything you don’t consent to. And even then, we will do our best to minimize any harm done to you.”

A quiet snort came from near the door.

Chloe turned towards the noise and said, “Shut the fuck up, Tyler.” Her voice was perfectly pleasant despite the harsh words. 

“I just think it’s funny, is all,” Tyler said. It hadn’t even realized he was in the room. “Minimizing harm.”

“This is neither the time nor the place,” the leader said. 

Chloe turned back to the Weapon. “Alright. So. The plan is that we’re going to disable the tracker rather than remove it, given that we can’t take it out safely.”

What?

“We had to get some equipment, which is why it took us longer to get here than Nigel and the boss,” she added. 

The following sequence of events were surreal. There was no way this was actually happening. There couldn’t be. There was no reason for the terrorists to explain their process to it. 

Chloe and her partner moved around the wheeled cart they’d brought in. (That explained the wheels squeaking, then.) They sifted through clunky electronic devices, so unlike what it was used to at the compound. They talked as they went. 

“That’s a bug sweeper,” Chloe said, gesturing to the device in the other terrorist’s hands. “Tyler’s gonna use it to find the frequency your tracker is on.”

“Got it,” he said.

Chloe peered over his shoulder at the device. “Yeesh, that's strong. Government wasn’t fucking around with this thing. Okay. Next step is we’re gonna use an EMP on it. It won’t touch you, and you shouldn’t feel anything other than…” She trailed off.

“Maybe a muscle twitch?” Tyler speculated. “Shouldn’t be anything, really.”

“Want me to use it on him to prove my point?” she asked.

It didn’t understand the question, and said so.

After an uncomfortable pause, Chloe said, “I’m just gonna take that as a yes. Doc, where can I use this without frying your tech?”

He pointed her to a section of the room. Chloe took Tyler’s arm and led the reluctant man to the area. 

“Now stand still and do your best to look pretty,” she said. She grabbed another device off the cart and held it almost directly over his ribs.

Tyler twitched and shook himself. “Okay, that was definitely not nothing. Jesus, that's weird. It didn’t hurt, but it definitely made the muscles sit up and pay attention.”

Then it was the Weapon’s turn to undergo the same process. Chloe set one hand on its shoulder as she aimed and fired the EMP. The warmth of it through its thin scrub top distracted the Weapon from its muscles clenching involuntarily.

Tyler brought the bug scanner over. “Nothing. The signal’s gone.”

And just like that, any chance it had of being rescued disappeared.

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[paradoxcase]

@turtletotem:

Pyrrha absolutely said G1deon's original name, which is proof that she remembers things from before the Resurrection. After all, the way John wiped their memories was through a physical change to their brains -- once Pyrrha died, she wouldn't be depending on a physical brain to hold her memories anymore, it's all just soul.

But why wouldn't Nona actually hear the name in that case? That's what doesn't make sense to me

@wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess:

I wonder, really, whether Pash realizes that Gideon/Kiriona is her cousin. And I hope we get the cousins together in Alecto. Gideon having a living relative that is very much like her in some ways could be interesting.

@eye-lantern:

I think this chapter does a lot to explain the aversion Pash has for the Body (fun how it used to mean Alecto the dead woman loved by Harrow and now means Gideon the... Oh), she sees the spitting image of her beloved hero and aunt, un rotting because of necromantic fuckery. Also I don't think she knows the reality of her conception so she may think her aunt had to bone Jod. Which, ew

I didn't really think about that, but it does make a lot of sense. Actually, I kind of wonder now when BOE realized who both of Gideon's parents were. I don't think anyone who was left alive at Canaan House after the end of Gideon the Ninth would have known that she was John's daughter. Pyrrha was there for that whole reveal, but she had never seen Gideon before, I guess except as a baby when she and/or G1deon pushed Wake out of the airlock. So I guess it must have been that Pyrrha recognized her as the John/Wake child she'd just heard about from John and the Lyctors, and told BOE about it then, or maybe after John got the body back? I don't know if it's actually been covered exactly how Pyrrha feels personally about the whole killing John plot. I can see why she might be for it, but she also seems kind of like she'd rather just hie off to somewhere with Palamedes and Camilla and Nona and not be involved in any of this stuff any longer

@wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess:

While integrated ok, the 8,000 line is actually an old tumblr meme (https://memearchives.tumblr.com/post/133103879052/hi-i-love-love-love-your-blog-it-always-cheers).

Oh, you know, I vaguely remember that whole thing, but I didn't realize it had become a meme

So I guess the question about that line then becomes: "why unjust bodies?" Number Seven does say some things about justice there, but I'm not sure what it means by that

so we have seen the things coming from the tower already...but not in this book...

Ok, looking back, it does look like Canaan House is consistently referred to as a tower (or a series of towers) in the first two books. So Ianthe and Gideon are "tower princes" because they went through the trial at Canaan House? And John is trying to do the same thing again, and create more Lyctors with another Lyctor trial there? Makes sense, I guess

So, I think the 'you called me for help and I am made a mockery' actually happened in this book...when Nona was 'copying' Judith to get Ianthe to stop asking her questions. Because it was after that that the heralds dropped...and Nona had likely accidently called Verun for help when she screamed in the language of the RBs.

Also, from earlier, before Nona and Cam leave the apartment to look for Pyrrha: “Can you help me?” Nona whispered. “Can you do anything? Do you know where Pyrrha is?” But it only lowed sadly, like a cow. “That’s all right,” whispered Nona. “Sorry for asking.” Then: “Don’t do anything weird, okay? I’m having enough trouble right now.”

Right! I completely forgot:

And:

I should have searched, since I do have text search here

#the locked tomb #turtletotem #wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess #eye-lantern