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#her singing is good but it doesnt sound healthy at all
k-ru-h · 2 years
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anyways fuck it im explaining the whole song now
whats important to remember is that serbia is nowhere near the level of development that western europe is on. five centuries under the ottoman empire followed almost immediately by two world wars left the country (and the whole balkan region) falling apart. corrupt politicians, ridicilous amounts of gang violence, extreme religious views, and overall shitty life standards created a horrible little hell hole. the song is, in essence, about how shitty the healthcare system here is and how artists cant get insurance under almost any circumstances.
the first line is in reverse, it means "a sick mind in a healthy body".
the beginning is very clearly about toxic beauty culture, how she only views an enlarged spleen as something ugly, not a serious medical problem. she talks about meghan markles beauty routine, which makes sense — people here tend to look up to western celebrities even more than western people themselves, seeing the promises of the american dream and wanting that for themselves. i repeat, living here is fucking miserable and people really want to pretend they live the "glamorous" american life. also, illness is almost taboo here, with our own cultural views on work making us ashamed to admit we need medical help. honestly, asking for help at all is a massive taboo. as long as you can cover it up, as long as you still look beautiful and glamorous like those american celebrities, youre fine.
the "umetnica mora biti zdrava (artist (f) must be healthy)" part, which is usually why this song is mocked, doesnt really have that much importance until the later parts but keep it in mind.
the part after that, about her... walking her dog, is slowly transitioning into the next, main topic of the song: the fact that she, as an artist, cant have medical insurance. here she starts off calmly describing a sunny day and how shes glad she doesnt have to worry about her heart beating because of her autonomous nervous system, only for it to become sort of frantic as she's almost praying her heart keeps beating. if it doesnt, if something goes wrong, no ones going to save her. she has to rely on her body to stay healthy, or she'll have no option but to just... die.
after that, the song sounds like something youd hear in a church. our country is, i repeat, VERY religious, as is our anthem, literally called "bože pravde" (god of justice). in the anthem, it references how god will save us from illness, and it ties into her previous frantic singing — she's praying for her health, like our country told us to, because the country itself betrayed her. "(bože zdravlja) nemam knjižicu" ("(god of health) i dont have [health insurance]")
the next part is satire, with her mocking the government for surveiling its citizens in the name of "the greater good", or in this case, health. she jokes about being invisible, about how its a superpower, while in reality it just means she's, well, fucked.
ok so! now its relevant! "umetnica može biti zdrava" ("artist (f) can be healthy") is a repetition of the previous part, except now it reveals how the government, in reality, doesn't give a shit about her. they dont care if she's healthy, she doesnt have to be.
"in corpore sano" means "in a healthy body", which, yknow, she literally has to be. a weak mind in a healthy body, a sad soul in a healthy body. a despairing mind in a healthy body, a frightened mind in a healthy body. this could be about one of two things, tho i believe its about the latter. it coule be about how only the people in admittedly miserable jobs can afford medical insurance, or how shes a desperate mind clinging onto its, for now, healthy body.
in the end she asks what will we do now and to answer her question, absolutely nothing. nothing ever gets better here.
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mydemonsdrivealimo · 1 year
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Okay, some questions for the band AU:
How would Jensen meet Bryce in this AU? What would be different and what would be the same?
Why did he go into music? Does he have any special rolemodels in the music world?
Does he keep it national? Or does he have any international concerts?
His favorite and least favorite parts of being a musican?
tysm <3
quick overview so things make sense: aliyah is their lead singer and guitarist, jensen is their bassist, pianist, and backing vocalist, and cyrus (cy) is their drummer and producer (though they all work on production together)
How would Jensen meet Bryce in this AU? What would be different and what would be the same?
i think i answered this before but ive changed it a bit anyway so this is good for an update!! they meet at edenbrook (would be book 2) after jensen smashes his chin open on a mic stand,, (this happens in cannon when he was in the band, but for the au i changed the timeline.) he did a backflip of cy's drumset but aliyah moved her mic stand at the Wrong Time so he didn't see it and stumbled into it on the landing
the timeline is definitely a lot shorter in this one, only about a year for them to get together instead of 3. after the tour, jensen comes out to visit and hang with the group. they dont officially get together during this time, but they're pretty close to it. jensen goes back to chicago for a few months but he and bryce are talking like Every single day and eventually get together long-distance. it takes another year of weekend visits and long phone calls before bryce moves to chicago with him
Why did he go into music? Does he have any special role models in the music world?
he genuinely only got into music because aliyah told asked him to. they were in senior year of hs together, and aliyah had a deal with her parents that if she could have a serious band/music career plan they would get her a really nice, new electric guitar. jensen worked for her dad, and they had talked a few times at school, so even though he didnt play music she knew hed probably be willing to give it a try (her dad had also talked about him a bit at home and how he can pick up on things quickly, so that encouraged her to ask, too).
he really doesnt have any musical role models ig?? there are groups he takes inspo from, of course, but the music industry tends to be fucked up in a lot of places and he doesnt like to put too much weight on bigger artists
Does he keep it national? Or does he have any international concerts?
the band has quite a few international shows!! they primarily focus on the u.s., canada, and latin america, but they have a european run as well. their latin fanbase is only slightly smaller than their u.s. one because a good handful of their songs are in spanish, and, if not, they usually release a spanish version if it sounds good translated (many of which jensen sings on bc he actually speaks it fluently, where aliyah just learned in school and from jensen)
His favorite and least favorite parts of being a musician?
hmmm favorite is probably being able to do something he absolutely loves. making and performing music is one of his favorite things, and on top of that he gets to do it with his best friends. there are always negatives, but he knows how lucky he is to be so well off doing something he actually enjoys
least favorite is being on tour, 100%, no matter how much fun it is. its not so bad before he meets bryce and the rest of the group, but after it can take a big toll on those relationships because hes away for so long. he'll be on tour for almost a whole year, plus another stretch in the next, and shows and timezones put a serious barrier between communication. sure, when hes home, they can be together more than another profession would allow, but when hes away it can suck majorly, especially for his mental health. (the reason he stopped performing in cannon was mental health issues, but in this au he found a healthy solution and got on his meds much earlier, so was able to get back to it quick enough to sign with a record label.) sometimes other musicians can take their partners on tour for a few shows, but because of how much bryce works, it just wouldnt be possible
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sassmill · 3 years
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So nobody was gonna tell me Beetlejuice is essentially what would happen if you challenged someone to compose a broadway musical solely out of samples from YouTube’s royalty free music library for creators before I spent eleven bucks on the soundtrack?
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thelastsock · 3 years
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Season 1 - The Tudors (Sock Reacts)
Ok ok ok so I’ve finished the first season of the Tudors - here’s my not so live, live reaction! These are unedited notes - exactly what I typed into my phone while watching, with some formatting to make it easy to read. I apologise in advance 😅 
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(Note: I tried to refer to character names only and celeb initials where I did not... hopefully that helps you read my awful ramblings😂 It also got long, so it’s under a cut!) 
Episode 1: 
Pfft Henry is an angry grumpy king - i forgot how big this guy got for this series
He certainly has piercing eyes for sure
SEEEEX 5 mins in 
Lol at the people having to listen to the sex noises 
Hot though even if i dont like Rhys whats his face 
SWEATY HENRY *ahem* I mean Charles 
Short hair looks gooooood 
Thinking with his dick while playing tennis? Get you a man that can do both! 
Gooood he's such a dick - how can he not love his wife catherine? Can he not give her a cursory dicking to tide her over? Shes not asking for much
Why are watching him seductively eat a fruit (badly might i add?) 
Fuck is this gown? God damn he such a dick hes gonna bang the blonde isnt he? 
CALLED IT
At least hes asking for consent i guess? 
Yaaaay horse riding Charles 
Smooooooth haha 
Dang thats some huge armour 
Wolsey is such a lil shit 
YES CHARLES SMASH THE DUKE SO YOU CAN  SMASH HIS DAUGHTER 
Haha called out for being a suck up to the kind 
Lol waits for *boat smashing sound in the distance* as they dont look up in time 
Man henry viii spends a lot of time squinting haha
YESSS hooot sexy time 
DAT NAKED ASS YES PLEASE
Lol Charles you sassy bastard
Sword under the chin surprisingly hot 
The underwear kick though - if you dont think Henry does/did that on the regular himself then you are plainly WRONG 
Pregnante! Big surprise lol 
Oh i remember that peace treaty from History class! 
Lol henry is making enemies with that one - pays to be the kings favourite haha 
Ohhhhhh more sexy times? 
Now where were we... fuck that's hot 
Die a happy man in that growly turned on voice... oh lordy i need new pants 
Get that hairy chest lady buckingham! 
Lol movember royal style 
Wolsey getting big for his britches... wanting to be Pope
Ooooh does she know that her lady in waiting is with child? Oh no so sad (i mean i know the history but ouch) Henry appears to willfully ignore what he doesn't want to hear 
Buckingham plots 
Lol complimenting calves? The homorerotic understones of this conversation are wild 
Hes such a knob to his wife
Oh shit its Natalie Dormer - shes always so hot haha 
Lol suns out guns out 
Buckingham is so shouty! 
*buckingham plots further* 
Episode 2:
This is certainly bringing back some fond memories of my a level history classes 😂
Horse boy Charles! 
Henry swinging his dick about being all mighty and shit 
Henry: i am merely Henry
Charles: *rolls eyes* 😂
Lol just fuck already guys
BABY ROYALS - so cute! 😍 lol Mary is feisty AF I LOVE HER AND WOULD DIE FOR HER 😂
I love the fake wall/castle so much 😂 "Real Wine" 😂
Oh Charles I live for your cheeky grin 
 Catherine gives no fucks about the pie
 Oh shit he's so excited about fucking haha
Oooh Boleyn sisters 
God this is so homoerotic - the choir boy has a good voice though! 
wrestling?? Shame its not Charles 
Ugh such man spreading... again shame its not Charles 
Oh just FUCK ALREADY and stop being angry at each other 
Now they're even getting mostly naked 
He's so stroppy!
She's bold, there's no way she's not done or at least thought about that before haha! I love it! 
That is an appaling signature!
Henry: ME ANGY 😡😡😡 GONNA THROW SHIT RAWR 
Lol he's soooo grumpy! LIKE DUDE YOU HAVE A HOT PIECE OF ASS IN YOUR BED - you don't just tell her to 'LEAVE' 
*Henry continues to whine* *sad trumpet noises* 
OMG do they all have to be posturing knobs?? 😂😂 Buckingham you're such a tool! 
*Henry whines in a different sad pitch* *Wolsey nods* 
*ding ding ding* Henry has at least 1 (one) brain cell!
Poor baby - all she wanted was some good sex and here she is PREGANTE 
The emininence is an eminent pile of sass! 
THE eyebrow has made an appearance 🤩
MORE TENNIS YES
SWEATY CHARLES 
CHARLES SCENE CHARLES SCENE 
So beautiful of a man! So subtly threatening 😰
Boo to Buckingham, good riddance to shouty man no 2 (the first being Henry) (great actor though!) 
Oh no dont make feel sympathy as hes about to die 😭
*Henry shouts again but this time because he fucked and happened to make a son* 
Wasnt my fault... *sigh*
She piiiiiised and rightly so haha 
Popey boy about to die and Wolseys shit is about to go SIDEWAYS 
Oh Catherine bby 💔
Man i wish someone would yell 'THE QUEEN' everytime i walked into a room 😂
Tad creepy of a father figure like 'go bang the king' 🤢
Suck up 
But also Henry is a cheeky fuck lol 
Episode 3: 
A play? Hilarious 
OMG its Charles time! 
Ohhh some cheeky thigh 
And a cheeky Charles "you trust me with a beautiful woman?" 😂
Oh so intense haha Charles' face!
Licking his lips in concentration (thats such a HC trait!) 
Oh that smile...
Thomas ABSOLUTELY ROASTED by Wolsey 
Wolsey is such a double crosser and dick *sigh* 
The womens outfits are pretty dope (and very sheer 😳) and the play seems kinda cool haha 
'Breech your defenses' 😏😏😏 
LOL the eye fucking 😂
Dancing is cute 
MORE eye fucking (god i love natalie dormer) 
Some of the costume design is interesting for a period series haha 
Lol Charles knows hes gonna get her, that smirk is my undoing no matter the HC character but on Charles its NEXT LEVEL 
Catherine is a boss bitch historically and in this I LOVE HER 
I want i want i want *Henry whines more* 
DUDE IS SMITTEN with Anne 
I cant unsee the difference in hair from behind to front shot of anne! 
Side note: I now ship HC with ND 💜
Catherine gets such a raw deal  😭
Blonde lady has perfect 🍑 also there's a lot of gratuitous tits in this haha 
 Wolsey reading other people's letters 🙄
Did they have fireworks in England in tudor times? (Google says its possible but im not sure how likely it was Henry had them!) 
Henry looks like pie in that outfit
Cute! (But gross) but cute! Also HORSIES 
MORE DANCING 
Lol his real name is Cunt 😂😂😂 Ughhhh the stubble and a sparkle of BDE? YES 
MORE EYE FUCKING 
Are we in dreamland? 🤪 Henry loves some hunting haha LOL those tights 
Id do anything for natalie dormer 😍😍😍
Yup dreamland lol 
12? GROSS (i mean i know it was standard then but GROSS) 
Pretty Charles with a silly hat! 
Episode 4: 
Ohhh full shot of Charles 
Oh he's gonna bang her isnt he 
OHOH HENNY ON HIS KNEES UGH 
"Accuses you of throwing a tantrum" ...
Henry WHAT I DONT HAVE TANTRUMS ?! Just Kingly outburts! *throws things in fire and stomps out of the room* 😂😂😂😂
OH ITS THE BOAT hes totally gonna bang her 
Ohhh shes so sassy i love it 
Anne/Natalie has the murder look DOWN 
He got so excited haha and then hes so crushed by her letter 
BOAT TIME
LOL the saucy jokes  
And that smile *deep sigh* 
Can Henry keep it in his pants for like 1 second haha 
Wolsey is such a dick AGAIN 
The singing lad could totally have got laid haha 
Lol that they have to listen to the sex haha 
BOAT TIME 
SO THATS WHERE THAT GIF COMES FROM (oh shit i need to rewrite paper thin as a homage to this scene) 
She got it baaaaad (i dont blame her 😈) 
Screw jousting i want more Chaaaaarlesssss
Haha he wrote back? The cheese ball! And the necklace haha 
OUCH 
Oh hes gonna get fucked uuuuup for that and Henry probs has concussion... it would explain a lot of future events 😂
 Yup hes FUCKED 
Boat time! 
Hes so tallllll!
Oof that smile would destroy any so called chastity i might have had if he'd looked at me like that
HAHA the sass
He's all like am i about to get laid??? 
BOOBS 
UGH THE TENSION 
THose kiSses
I would pay sooo much money to do this scene with him 
 Oof need new panties after that!
CROMWELL (i know this doesnt end well haha) 
If looks could burn haha
Aww im glad hes ok! Hes cute! And a knighthood! Should get fucked up more often haha
Nice way to greet a lady *hand around throat* - i mean i wouldnt complain if HC did it but like consent needs discussing first 
PIRATE CAVILL 
Hand on shoulder? *swoon* 
And catching her like its nothing? 😭😰
Anne sure knows how to stand out (side effect - i now have a burgeoning crush on ND... much worse than before anyway haha) 
Oh god i dont know whether to laugh or cry at that wedding sex scene 😳
Haha he fucked it 😂😂😂
 But also GROSS 
Dancing with Charles😍
Such sass i wanna kiss it off his face or punch it GAH
Hes so talllllll 
BURN 
also spanish court dancing is way spicier than  English haha 
Is the king sulking because he fucked up the jump? I mean more likely suffering trauma from almost drowning but sulking wasnt out of the question for his character 
Guys he ate mud! Just give him lots of water and rest and healthy food! 
Sulking it is 
She's murdering the king of spain?? Well that was a sharp left turn! 
Episode 5: 
Tiny baby child cuteness! Say what you will of this portrayal of Henry that wink to the kid was CUTE AF 
I do love the goth vibe Catherine and her ladies are going for 
Wolsey being a dick again 
Anne is laying it onTHICK 
BOAT TIME? 
ohhh they sharing a bed now? 
 WHAT? THAT NOSE NUDGE... KILL ME 
 (You cannot tell me that's not something  HC would do I AM DEAD FUCK) my heart... it hurts! 
Ugh 😭😭😭
I feel like maybe that this mini tantrum was well founded? 
LOL lovesick puppy - right in for the smooches
Oof official mistress - that does sound like a lot of fun haha But she's putting her foot down? no wonder why he likes her so much, she's the only one who's said no! 
Ahh i love Catherine so much 😭😭
YEAH FUCK YOU WOLSEY 
Lol another ANGY Henry moment
Still pining over Anne, its kinda cute haha 
The Tudors summary: Henry does what he wants! 
of course Catherine doesn't know yet - she'd be waaaay more pissed than she currently is 
more goth vibes - i love the costumes in this (mostly the dresses and Henry's outfits though tbh) 
We're married?! Fuck that happened fast haha 
No Charles doesn't think with his head haha (best line!) 
Aww no - he does kinda care, I know IRL they did kinda love each other even as friends. They did stay friends for a while. My heart! 😭
Wolsey doing a mischief 
Poor Catherine! So saaaad 😭
Nope no forgiveness begged - he wanted her so he married her - gotta be better than banging her like a door in a hurricane (or a boat in a storm haha) and then leaving 
He's just grumpy he wasn't told haha - if he'd courted her I'm sure it would have been fine.... right? 
I kinda ship these two - singer and the lord haha YES SMOOCHES I LOVE IT 
The universal hand gesture for fuck off haha 
I mean yes the boat could be cute but also she could be teasing you about Brandon haha (which is was I would do haha)
DUDE you're doing the same thing to HER - fucks sake man, such bloody double standards and she's not trying to get into the emperors pants! 
Such teenage make out haha - tbf I'd do the same do her boobs haha 
It'd be such a great love story if it didn't start out so calculated and sinister 
FORR THE LOVE OF GOD WIFE! HOT - yell wife at me Charles! 
Lol don't blame Charles, you started it haha with the cards! 
oH that smoulder 
Oh angry sex time,,
ASJGHJGJAHGSD
 soo hot  that growllll Uhhhhh second pair of panties needed HeLp mE  
more Wolsey interference! 
Yay the cuties banged and banged good enough to inspire music! 
The accidental armless jacket thing is becoming a trend haha 
Oh be more obvious Henry & Anne haha Though tbf that dress is super cute! 
Shit is hitting the fan in Europe! 
Oh no poor little baby! 😭😭😭
Episode 6: 
Ann and Henry - They're kinda cute together but her dad is creepy af
You're gonna behead her later - i dont think you really want honesty  😂
Oh Catherine bbe 
Its the cuties again! 😍 they so sweet but why must feckin wolsey ruin everything 
Sir thomas stirring the pot haha
Anne is adorable (but maybe thats just my ND bias kicking in 😂) 
France interlude with wolsey - love to see him uncomfortable haha
Oh the ice in 'Lady Anne' daaaaamn 
And she says NOTHING? ICE COLD REBUTTAL Anne 1, Catherine 0! 
LADS LADS LADS 
Henry on a mini rant looool 
Aww Charles is a bad boy not to be forgiven 
Lol Henry getting felt up by Anne and William ìs like 'but its supposed to be the lads'*pouty face* 
CHARLES HE SO PRETTYV
He so grumpy hehe, they besties they'll work it out
Wifey lurking hehe 
Man i wanna touch his chest waaaah 
Lol dope forest picnic 
Oh bit of tongue! 
Charrrrlessss he angy and pretty 
Wolsey turning down a lady is perhaps the funniest thing haha 
Lol falcon and pomegranate sketch and those stares oof 
I wonder how many people have fallen over walking out backwards 😂
What on earth is George doing? IM SORRY BUT WHAT? THE FUCK? the nipple pinch PHAHAHAHA 
Oh god queen sees anne fuuuck shit is about to hit the faaaan 
I love your neck????? What? 
And around everyone else too whaaaat? Hes totes thinking with his dick
Wolsey is getting burned but Henry is remarkably calm for an ANGY man 
I mean Catherine isnt wrong per say? Lol 
Wolsey interfering again! 
Ohhh charles time! On his knees begging? Ooohhh
Looool arm wrestle to settle grudges? Is he a small child? Ohhh they're actually doing it IRL too 
Oh god thats totally his come face lollolol 
Oh the panting fuuuuck 
That grin? KILL ME 
NEWSFLASH: SIR THOMAS OWNS WOLSEY MORE AT 8
Man it would have been dope to be an extra in this 
Ohh Anne loooks pretty and that crown thing is awesome - though the material of her dress seems a bit modern haha i still love it 
The poem was good too haha 
Episode 7
OH GOD why would you do that *tap tap tap* i shudder at the thought ugh 
LOL he almost got caught with his wife? I wanna say? 
Wolsey is SUCH as ass kisser 
Phew a break from the ass kissing 
Oh that dude is so fucked ... Henry is gonna be saaaad 
Wolsey is kinda a boss bitch even if hes a kiss ass
MUSIC DUDE! Aww he's gonna be sad too... yup 😭😭
OH. The lute was a surprise *SMASH* 
Wolsey man... 
CHARLES serious sad face I wanna hug the puppy 
Henry is suddenly a drug dealer lol 
Oh music dude has groupies! Oh he's got a bit of game haha Consent is key (and hot!) 
Picnic interlude! LOL i love the doggo 😂😂 Haha a wild heckler appears! 
Sweating sickness is annoyingly on trend for 2020 😑 wholesome diet and exercise to combat sickness? Who'd have thunk it? 
Praying and then BONING? 
OMG ITS CHARLES
DAT ASS DEAR GOD 
The grunting Fuuuuuuuck 
So sweaty... I want to lickkkkk 
Yes it is the best way and damn i want to be that woman to have his hands that close to my tits shiiiiit 
Anne is so sweet 💕 social distancing eh? Funny that! Oh Henry being responsible for once! 
Catherine and Henry do make a sweet couple but I feel so sorry for her 
Anne having a panic attack? Natalie Dormer peak acting! 
Oh hey its like the high street during lockdown *echo echo echo* 
Those are some kingly boxers haha 
Living in  a ghost town *ghost noises* 
Lawyering the pope? This is hilarious 😂
Leather pants? Haha masks and social distancing too? Might as well be in 2020 😂
Them lawyers got the smackdown from the Pope! 
This shall be henceforth known as the COVID episode  yeesh 
Wolsey is fucked! Anne sick too? Not Natalie Dormer! 
Religious extremism interlude! BURN IT ALL WITH FIRE - NO LITERALLY BURN IT 
Henry has the paranoia (not that i blame him!) and heavy hallucinations too! 
Yay Anne survives (i mean i know she did but yay!) But im bummed wolsey survived haha 
Aww funeral is sad 😭
Romantic kissing! 😍
Episode 8:
(This dvd has the special features on it - potato quality but young HC is a cutie - yes I did watch it before continuing because I cannot help myself 😂)
Portrait painting? 
Wolsey is getting a migraine i can SEE it haha 
That is a dope hat Anne is wearing 😍 also they cute AF but lol the beginnings of those feisty arguments 
Catherine is like FUCK NO haha im his wife BITCH
Wolsey kneeling? He must be desperate! 
Catherine and Henry are still a good couple though, they seem like they could have been good friends otherwise 
Cromwell! Ohhhhh he's getting shady by talking to Anne about the papacy
CHICKEN CHASING! LOL
Well that went from 0 to 5000 in a flash 😱 ghosts?? 
I love Catherine so much so BOLD 
Chaaaarles and Margaret ❤ ohhh 'you can love for a year, a month, a day or an hour' fuuuuck my heart, he got TOLD 
Wolsey is ANGY 
Ooo more pretty tudor dancing and pretty dresses 😍 
Look to your own marriage? FUCKING BURN Margaret he got you there 😂
Catherine is a POWERHOUSE shiiit! 
Henry man she loves you - thats why she's doing this! 
Oh shit music man got GAME 😍 LOL ghost corpse😂😂
Seduction 101 from Anne - make your man undress you like a present haha 
That is a biiiiiig ribbon lol 
But also HOOOOT 🔥
Wolsey on his knees again - desperation! 
Yaaay Charles again 😍
Catherine is always so pretty! 
Oooo Charles honey your dick is writing cheques you can't cash 😂
But the deep tone of "go to bed with me" HNGGG 😰
THE DRAMA AND CARDINAL ON CARDINAL VIOLENCE! 
now we get to it - wolsey is scared of losing his job 😂
Charles spilling the tea haha 😂
Now now wolsey no need to resort to slapping the poor dude! 
Trial time! Henry and his lil briefcase!
Haha white guys cannot resist talking over one another! Catherine is taking them all out to dry! And she does the medieval equivalent of a mic drop 😂
Episode 9:
Charles' cheeky smile haha
Those puns dear god 
Bloodied sheets - they kept those? 👀
I've said it a billion times already but like CATHERINE  I LOVE YOU 
What was that pub bit??? A recall of the trial? 
Oh that is a statement you're making there Henry! 
Charles I would jump into your bed anytime 😏
Oh to be Margaret touching his face 😍
Oh shit she has consumption (well Tuberculousis)  😭
My goddddd more old white man drama 😂
Thomas is gonna do whatever he waaaants haha he's not gonna listen to Wolsey! 
ANGY stroppy Henry is back throwing tantrums again haha! 
Now he's practicing music? A man of many talents! 
Oh brief Charles appearance! 
More delays! Big surprise! 
Oo more yelling and angry Charles 😰 ( I maaay have a problem...) 
Wolsey you smell of desperation! 
Margaret noo! 
Oh thunderstorm - that means its time for the big decision trope 😉 
YASSS Charles sex scene... WAIT is it THAT scene? *rewinds* 😳😳😳
It issssss 😰
Noo Margaret! Way to kill a boner... 😭😭
Noo bby Charles 😫 he looks like a kicked puppy! I do hope this sobers up the fuck boi attitude though... 
 Ugh I love HC's acting 😭 
Wolsey is literally melting in panic 😂😂
There's no room at the inn wolsey 😂 ohhh he's in so much shit haha 
Chaaarles my bae he is back again with his intense blue eyes and a smirk the little shit 😂 
Oh i saw that grin and licking of his lips (Hi Mr Cavill! 🖐) 
Cromwell is not coming haha 
Thomas does not vibe with where Henry is going with this but he'll do it anyway 😏
Episode 10:
Ohhh finale of season 1
What? Wanking on a servant? Oh its a towel HELD by a servant... but still like whaaaat? 
Some A+ boobage from ND in that dress though - not that it looks comfortable 😠
Lollll thats how the royals wank then? HAHAHAH 
Tbf though, you're supposed to have a clearer mind afterwards
Charles with the cheeky smile again as he gets more power haha and then a pained polite smile haha
Wolsey writing letters in a drippy house - it is literally raining on his parade 😂
Oh its to Anne? Haha good luck with that! 
Cromwell and Thomas planning for the change in religion as we know it but in differing directions? 
Of course he likes those books haha - they give him more powers! 
Charles! HAHAHA you could serve me any day 😏 I'm an ambassador for a good time 😉
He has a ward? Lol jaw twitch alert- tell tale sign of thinking... well shit didn't take him long to get over margaret!! 
Oh Sir Thomas getting daaark 
Oh pretty red dress - but apparently its purple? But i suppose the jewels are purple? But DAMN Anne went for the jugular! 
Ohh getting closer! 
Oop burn the heretic! Wild that all this resulted in so much bloodshed. 
More dresses! And more pretty Anne! 😍
I wish someone would gift me a fancy house! 
Now now Sir Thomas, don't get all smug and let power get to your head! 
Pretty boy Charles again 😍
Music man again! He still cute 😊
Wolsey gonna write to Catherine instead? 
I still maintain they would have been good friends in any other circumstances. Must be hard to not see your daughter for extended periods of time 
Another king rant ANGY MAN YELLS AT OTHER MEN 
Charles bears it all haha 
Ah i was correct! It was Catherine, 
"Well done"? They ain't a steak man! 😂
Anne and her goons haha 
Oh the edict has arrived! And let the drama commence! 
Wolsey is arrested by Charles - the authority in his voice! What is that hat though? 😂
Catherine all alone again poor bbe 
Oh another weird play! I missed these! With additional tits? Oh its about Wolsey 😂
Must have been fun to watch these as a play within shooting a tv show haha 
Bye Wolsey! 
Archery is dope - I want a go! At least the King is sad I guess! 
What in the heck is anne wearing? Hot though 🔥 
Hilarious though that she cockblocked him 😂 what way to end a season hahaha
I’ll make another post when I finally finish the next season LOL 
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Another consideration (sorry) is if Jaskier did lose his voice permanently from the Jinn and Geralt feels guilty and doesnt stop trying to find a cure even though he knows there isnt one (or lies to Jaskier that he's trying to find one til Jaskier finds out)
He doesn’t sing again. That prickly part of Geralt that’s been traveling alone for most of his life gruffly thought he’d enjoy that result. After all, he did his level best to have the issue resolved. It wasn’t his fault that the bard got involved. He hadn’t invited him along – he had just wanted to fucking sleep for fucking once in his life, damn it. It had been his wish though, however unintentional, that brought the bard into this new life, this silent existence. A world without Jaskier’s singing.
It is like biting into a pie only to find it has no filling.
Those words haunt him in the lingering silence of Jaskier’s presence. They hang between him and the bard as heavily as any wraith might – leeching him just as much as actual conversations exhausted him. Jaskier, like the birds of the woods, was born to sing and talk and fill the world with the litany of his voice and his perspective and his life; and Geralt had taken part in shattering him.
Yennefer had, in her way, tried to heal him. They had released the Djinn – much to the mage’s dismay – and that should have been the end of it. Jaskier’s swelling went down, his bleeding stopped.
But when he opened his mouth to greet Geralt when finally he woke, nothing more than a wheeze passed his lips. In that moment, the witcher watched a part of Jaskier die. He saw it in the bard’s eyes – a small bit of the light that constantly filled him fading away like a cloud passing over the sun.
Jaskier stayed with him. Geralt doesn’t understand why. It was his fault, his words, his hasty and ill thought out wish that had crushed the bard’s vocal cords to dust. Jaskier should hate him, and yet he stayed. Geralt thought pragmatically that it was because alone, Jaskier would struggle. He was a man who had independently crafted a life and a career for himself off his voice, and now that was gone. He had his fingers, his lute, of course – but drunken pub-goers relished the bard’s songs, his lyrics, and with nothing to sing along to, it left Jaskier’s lute playing, while lovely, pale and hollow by comparison to what patrons expected to hear when they recognized who he was.
Geralt did that to him. So it was the least he could do to keep Jaskier by his side. To provide a safe place for the bard to sleep, coin for him to eat. And that must be why he stayed, he reasoned. Why else?
As they passed through villages, he asked for healers, for mages – anyone who might have insight into the bard’s situation. He even began to direct their travels in the direction of famous herbalists or sorcerers (or sometimes even creatures), all without ever making it plain, just in case they might stumble upon someone who might have a cure.
‘Sorry’ hung heavy on his heart, weighing it down between his ribs, pressing in on his lungs, strangling him. He spent his nights, already so prone to sleeplessness, on his back and staring up at the sky as though the stars might suddenly align and spell out the answers he sought. His eyes drifted to Jaskier, curled by the fire. Small and quiet. So fucking quiet.
Geralt was really beginning to fucking detest the quiet.
It made him admire Jaskier’s penchant for conjuring a conversation seemingly out of nowhere; particularly when he began to try and solve this problem of too much fucking quiet by doing what Jaskier could not: talking.
“Pleasant day,” he growled one morning, eyes on the meal he stoked above the fire as Jaskier silently worked on lacing up his clothing. Blue eyes sought him out over the fire. He could feel the weight of them, the surprise. But what else was there to say? His words had been efficient. The day was pleasant. What should he say next? Describe the color of the sky? Foolish.
He grit his teeth, hating himself for his blatant inability to provide even so much comfort as this. But he keeps trying. He practices. Only because when he does, Jaskier’s gaze falls to him – keen in a way those blue eyes had not been in some time since the silence started – and for a moment he feels as though his bard has returned again.
Jaskier, for his part, does not simply melt back into the stone of a garden wall like a shrinking violet. His voice was not what made him so lively, so vibrant; it was a side effect of all the life and sunlight and existence that the gods had seen fight to cram into a body as lithe as Jaskier. He learned how to speak with his hands and Geralt, a man who had only spoken through body language for so long, found it easy to listen. It was an act of communication that drew no end of curious looks when they went to villages. How could two men speak so silently? Some even began to suspect Jaskier was a familiar of Geralt’s – which made the bard wheeze silently, laughing.
Geralt couldn’t even be annoyed by that. It was good to see the bard laugh.
Jaskier’s hands grew more and more fluent as they travelled until he learned how to fill the silence in an entirely new way. And if Geralt’s attention were distracted, his eyes not on the bard, Jaskier found ways to grab his attention. A pebble to the shoulder, if annoyed. A hand to his side, to the small of his back, to his bicep if not.
But still, Geralt looked for a cure. He did not ask for forgiveness. He didn’t deserve it – not while Jaskier was still unable to say the words to pardon him for his wish. Wishes. How Geralt hated them, hated the word. His wish had driven Yennefer away. His wish had bound Jaskier to a life in which he could not do what he loved. Geralt didn’t deserve forgiveness. So he did not ask.
And then came the contract about the witches of the bog.
Ancient hags. Magical ladies. So old that Geralt wasn’t even sure if the word ‘witch’ truly befitted them anymore. He didn’t even know what to call them, what to research in his bestiary. Three witches of the bog. Complicated and powerful, hand in hand. Some of the village worshipped them. They kept the forest rich with game. They protected birthing mothers. They warded off those from foreign lands that might colonize their home, change it, urbanize it. It left the area like a capsule from another time; perfectly preserved.
Others hated them. Virgins tended to disappear now and then. Children too. Livestock would die, men would suddenly fall dead. Believers called it penance, divine and unknowable justice for deeds the public might never see or fathom. Nonbelievers called it terrorism at the hands of monsters. Geralt found himself stuck in the middle.
He insisted Jaskier stay in the village. This was beyond even his expertise. Even with normal monsters there was always the chance that he might fail, not protect Jaskier, however slim. Now? He would not tell Jaskier that he had a healthy fear for what laid ahead, but he made it known that for no reason should the bard follow him this time.
He approached the bog with his swords on his back but his hands nowhere near their hilts. Women as old as these, there was a chance he might be able to reason with them. Negotiate.
There was just as big as chance that he might offend them by trying.
His heart thumped in his chest as he kneeled in a dry spot in the bog. He set out the offerings the believers told him would attract the witches to him. He rested his hands on his thighs. Closed his eyes.
“Bog women,” he said, calling to them in a hushed, croaking voice, “Ladies of the North, Winter Women… I have no request but to parlay with you. I humble myself, I kneel, knowing I don’t deserve an audience. Would you speak with me?”
At first there was nothing. He wondered if the believers had lied, if the nonbelievers were far more stable by comparison. He was just about to stand, to leave, when a wind brushed the faint hairs not held back by his hair tie to wisp about his face. The willows around him swirled and sang a sorrowful tune. The fine hairs on the back of his neck and on his arms rose.
“What is a boy’s name?” A witch sung to him. A boy. Despite his years, he felt very much like a boy kneeling at the feet of those women.
He nearly responded. Nearly. But there was power in a name for folk such as them.
“You may call me witcher,” he said instead, careful in his wording. Another witch laughed, delighted.
“Clever witcher-boy,” the laughing witch chirped, stepping out of the fog. She was lovely. Her red hair hung down to her bottom. Her face was round like a peach, her cheeks pink like one too. She wore a gown unlike one he had ever seen before. She looked kind, her smile pleasant, but her eyes – if he looked too long, he could see the predatory glint in those eyes. Her glamor blurred around the edges and if he peered too closely, he could almost see—
His pupils dilated, huge and blown out as he tried to make sense of what he saw. Limbs, so many limbs. A body distorted with tumors; or what he thought might be tumors, but perhaps just did not know the right word for them. Too many mouths, eyes, faces. The punishing visage of those warped by black magic or simply the form of a god not meant to be seen or understood by mortal men? He didn’t know, but he did register something wet beneath his nose. Hot and dripping. His heart thundered. He wondered if it might burst when finally another woman came up behind him, bent over him, and gently rested a hand over his eyes.
“A strong boy with keen eyes,” the woman behind him hummed, “Few have seen past our glamor. Fewer still remained sane enough to tell the tale.”
The first witch cackled, having appeared from the fog as well, and sneered, “You steal our fun,” then said a name that made Geralt’s lashes flutter sickly. The name sounded more like the mad tumble of rocks down a mountain side that any human word. His stomach lurched. He was so fucked. “I wished to see how far a witcher-boy’s mind might bend.”
“A boy came to us in good faith,” the witch whose name sounded like falling rocks said. Her voice sounded like the voice of many women, but also, one woman. His mother. He wondered if that was part of the glamor as well. If that magic was seeping into his mind, collecting fragments and details that might sooth him, lure him into a false sense of security.
Too bad it was the voice of the woman who had abandoned him. It only served to wake him up.
He decided to call that woman Earth Mother. The name pinged something familiar in the far recesses of his mind.
“Laws of matronhood,” said the second to the first, naming her as well. He gritted his teeth against the sound of it – glass shattering, wolves howling. It made his muscles tense, ready to flee the jaws of a wolf. When the feeling passed, a human name appeared in his mind seemingly from nowhere: Beast Mother.
“Aye, I know the laws,” said the Beast Mother, then a final name. Geralt’s stomach dropped sickly like missing a step on a staircase. This name sounded like the wind – both tame as the first warmth of spring thaws the fields, and wild like the storm that punishes a village. Sky Mother, his mind supplied.
Geralt bowed his head as those final, hind-brain instincts washed over him and eventually dulled. He felt suddenly exhausted. Word thin by the mere presence of these women.
“What does a witcher-boy call to women such as we for?” Asked the Sky Mother.
“Does a witcher-boy come to kill us?” Laughed the Beast Mother cruelly, and even with the third woman’s hand over his eyes – cool and soothing and dark – Geralt knew the Beast Mother was grinning with too many predatory teeth. More teeth than any human mouth should have. Teeth and teeth and teeth—
“The village placed a contract on you,” Geralt forced himself to say. “But I’m quickly realizing this is no monster hunt.”
He was in the presence of gods, or at least as close to gods as reality might ever get. Every story, every religion, stemmed from something after all. These land spirits, these witches, these women – they were so much more than a contract to be hunted. They owned the land, the wood, the swamp, and all inside it. Fuck.
“If you know this, then why come?” The Earth Mother asked gently.
“Some of the villagers are suffering,” Geralt explained, “I’m here to help. To parlay.”
“Life is to suffer,” laughed the Beast Mother cruelly.
The Sky Mother said instead, “And what can a witcher-boy offer us? How can a witcher-boy help?”
The Earth Mother was against his back, matronly and kind. He felt like a boy hiding behind a mother’s skirts – or more accurately Vesemir’s legs. It felt both nostalgic and sickening at the same time, his mind peeled apart like an onion so easily in their presence.
“I am nothing and no one to you Mothers,” Geralt acknowledged, “But I cannot turn my back on suffering. If I do so here, I have no right to my namesake.”
“A witcher-boy wanted to be a hero,” cackled the Beast Mother, fangs gleaming in his mind’s eyes, pearly and wet with hungry spittle.
“A witcher-boy is kind,” whispered the Mother blinding him with her mercy, her hand.
“A witcher-boy is doomed,” offered the Sky Mother clinically, but not dispassionately.
“What did the village ask?” The Beast Mother spat, “Did they whine about their lost babes? Their disappeared virgins? Their dead men? Their cows?”
“The milk had spoiled in their udders, so we killed them,” the Sky Mother said simply.
“The men had raped and stolen and marred the virtue of our lands, so we removed them from the grace of our hospitality,” the Beast Mother growled.
“The virgins sought escape from abusive homes, sought freedom and peace, so we guided them to happier places,” the Earth Mother hummed.
“And the babes would have died a painful death from winter, from illness, from genetic deficiencies – so we lured them to that better place in peace instead,” the Sky Mother finished.
“Life is cruel,” the Beast Mother growled like the sound of hooves on earth, pounding in chase after the fox, “But we are not. A witcher-boy cannot fathom our motives, so we pardon him once, but question our intentions again and a witcher-boy will understand punishment for himself.”
Geralt bowed his head intentionally this time, hands in tight, humbled fists on his knees.
“Apologies, Mothers, I knew not what to expect.”
“As we said, a witcher-boy is pardoned,” the Sky Mother said simply.
“We know a witcher-boy,” the Earth Mother sang behind him, her voice the laughter of a babe’s first smile, the song of a mother kneading dough in the morning. “A witcher-boy withholds his name, but we know him.”
“White. Wolf.” The Beast Mother is grinning with too many hungry teeth again. Geralt shivered.
“You helped a Godling not far from here,” says one.
“Spared a group of trolls in the eastern mountains,” says another.
“Helped a succubus escape the fires of the cities and the purge of daft men who put their faith in nonsense,” says the last.
“The list is long,” the Earth Mother says, her other hand stroking through his hair now. She’s untied it, let it fall loose around his ears. She tsks and says, “At least a witcher-boy tried to bathe for us. You need fine oils for hair such as this.”
He feels disoriented, exposed. Unsure of his footing.
“I will explain to the village—” he begins, but clicks his jaw shut audibly when the Beast Mother howls, “We were not done, witcher-boy!”
He swallows dryly. His very bones shiver. The Earth Mother shushes his fears and continues to pet him like a dumb, beloved dog warming her feet. It feels… nice. He has to shake his mind awake not to fall for that glamor, that lulling sense of safety. There is no safety. Safe is an illusion.
“Clever witcher-boy,” the Earth Mother says proudly, fondly.
“You’ve helped people and creature alike on our land,” the Sky Mother said.
“But you’ve also taken justice into your hands, as if we were not suitable to maintain it,” snarled the Beast Mother.
“What are three Mothers to do with their witcher-boy, their kind hearted wolf, their man of stone?”
They might kill him. They were not wrong, he had taken their affairs into his own hands unknowingly when fulfilling contracts in these lands. If their territory extended as far as he thought it did, he had only done so twice perhaps. Maybe thrice. A werewolf that had gone mad, slaughter their family. A cockatrice that had been spoiling the hunt for another township, killing the best of their providers. A wraith left behind by a widow spurned.
“We would have gotten to them in our own time,” the Beast Mother said, answering his unspoken question of why, if they protected these lands, had they not handled it?
“Or perhaps we did handle it in our own right,” the Earth Mother offered with a chuckle. Working through him, he realized. A pawn in their ways just as he was a pawn to fate. He shuddered helplessly, a little flame of offense rising in his gut as it always did at the concept of ‘fate’. She brushed his hair back in apology, stroked his cheek. “You need a shave.”
Disoriented didn’t begin to cover it.
“Spoil sport,” the Beast Mother snorted. So that had been it, then. He had acted as unwitting representative for them and their will.
“You are a trustworthy wolf,” the Sky Mother said, “Good in intention, civil in mercy.”
“You will go to the village,” the Earth Mother continued. “You will explain the way of things. Those who cannot abide by those ways can flee freely or be dealt with accordingly… They will not pay you, witcher-boy. Their hearts are selfish and easy to see reason why they should keep their coin despite your bravery, despite how you put yourself between we women and their cowardly souls.”
“For this, for the works you’ve already done unintentionally in our name and for the works you will later do intentionally in our name, we women shall pay you instead.”
He stiffened. Every bone locked in his body like rusted hinges on a door, painful and tight. That was a dangerous offer. He could not deny it and live. But one wrong word would spell a world of pain unending. He swallowed.
“You are too kind to someone as undeserving as me,” he managed to croak.
The Beast Mother laughed cruel and amused, high like a harpy’s screech and low like a bear’s roar. He shuddered visibly. The Earth Mother smoothed down the hackles that rose on the back of his neck like a master calming a spooked dog.
“Correct, we are too kind. Wise of you to notice,” the Beast Mother said.
“What does a witcher-boy want?” The Sky Mother asked.
Geralt clenched his jaw, feeling more like a mouse caught between a cat’s paws than a witcher. It was an uncomfortable, greasy feeling, and he hated it.
“I require nothing –”
“—Ha! A man says he requires nothing from gods!” The Beast Mother howled like a pack of wolves.
“You would spit in our eye and refuse our gift?” The Sky Mother asked diplomatically.
“Do not let them frighten you, witcher-boy,” the Earth Mother hummed, stroking his hair again. “We Mothers are unused to debt.”
He could ask for a token from them; small enough so as not to ask too much, but enough to appease their debt. He could ask for some tidbit of knowledge; the location of a cache in their lands, perhaps. He could ask for hospitality in their woods; safety and peace whenever he visited. But as their champion, which he was quickly coming to find that he was unknowingly, he inherently knew he need not ask for any of this. They had always provided for him, had always shown him the way. He never went hungry or thirsty in these woods. The birds called when anything deigned attack him, warning him. He slept here. To ask for what they already provided would be turning a blind eye onto their gifts – a dangerous thing.
He should find something else – something small, something humble. And yet…
“My friend… what would it cost for you to heal him?” Geralt finally asked.
“Aaah,” the Beast Mother crooned, “A witcher-boy does not love silence after all.”
“A witcher-boy did not know what he had until it was gone,” the Earth Mother said, her voice if possible even more fond.
“Witcher-boys tend to be clever, and yet dumb as rock trolls,” the Sky Mother said blandly.
“Please,” Geralt said, leaning into the cradle of the Earth Mother’s hand which blinded him, protected him. She hummed soothingly behind him.
“We women are powerful and old. We saw the mountains form and the rivers fill. We were there for the first storm, the first wind that graced the ground, the first sprig of grass, the birth of the first land beast,” said the Sky Mother.
“But alas, this boon you ask for is not as simple as you think,” the Earth Mother said sadly.
He nearly asked ‘so you can’t help’ before he caught his tongue. What a stupid way to die, offending gods. The Beast Mother cackled. She knew what he had almost asked.
“It is not that we are not capable. You ask for something more than what we owe,” the Beast Mother said, fangs glinting, her words the framework of a hungry maw in his mind’s eye, waiting for an excuse to eat him. A merry chase, a dangerous game. It thrilled her to chase him like a rabbit through their laws and customs and loopholes, waiting for him to trip and yet hoping he might not so the game would continue. “And you cannot afford a cure outright.”
“What is the cost of an outright cure?” He asked. He had to know. Maybe he could—
“Souls. Innocent souls. Blood. Flesh. Creation and death. You request to overwrite a Djinn’s will, witcher-boy. That sort of magic by human means, by the means in which you could pay us, would change you fundamentally. You’d no longer be worthy as champion of our will. We have no intention of warping a witcher-boy and losing a pawn such as yourself. Too dull, too boring. Too simple. A witcher-boy offends.”
He hung his head again. His debt to his friend was more expensive than his morality, the makeup of his being, than his use to the world and to these witches, these gods. His stomach became a stone inside him. There was no outright cure…
His head rose a little.
“What cost for his voice?” He asked. Not a cure. A voice. The Earth Mother stroked him approvingly. The Beast Mother smiled with impressed fangs. The Sky Mother considered him.
“A steep price,” the Sky Mother said, like spring rain.
“A generous price,” snorted the Beast Mother, like boars stomping in the brush.
“A fair price,” hummed the Earth Mother, like the sound of a gentle hands guiding a plant into fresh soil.
“Name it,” Geralt said, something unidentifiable to his knowledge of himself in the edges of the words, though he recognized it in others. Pleading.
They named it.
He agreed.
“But first,” said the women with too many voices, “What is a witcher-boy’s name?”
They already knew it. Geralt knew that they did. But he hadn’t given it to them. There was power in giving a name.
Geralt paid.
He returned to town feeling exhausted, hollowed out and reed-thin, and yet he held the light of dawn in his chest, weightless and hopeful. He carried it with him over the hall and down the path that led to the village, leaving behind him his Ladies and the offerings he had placed on their humble altar.
He followed their instructions precisely.
He went first to the village alderman – a believer – and the man who had posted the notice – a nonbeliever. He explained that this village was not in fact their home, but the home of the women, and it was by their mercy that their crops flourished and their lives went by in relative peace. When the nonbeliever questioned him, cheeks red with rage that Geralt had not done as he was tasked, Geralt merely offered precisely what the women had told him to say.
“If you do not like living in the lands of the Ladies, you are free to relocate somewhere with no matronage. But if you stay and presume to keep calling the lands your own, and living outside the laws of matron and guest, there’s nothing I can do to spare you from them. This was their land first. They’ve upheld every law, provided every mercy. Live by their terms, live somewhere else, or find out for yourself why men have disappeared from among you by becoming another face on a flier.”
They had bid him not over explain. There was no faith to be had otherwise, no trust, and the Ladies asked for little more than that from their guests. To explain would be to condemn these villages to eviction. So he left the nonbelievers’ fate to themselves. Heed, flee or perish.
They didn’t pay him, just as the women had warned. The nonbelievers accused him of solving nothing. They called him a charlatan and a cheat. The believers claimed that they had not asked for help in the first place – and honestly, that was fair.
He didn’t need their payment anyways, not now. He would not go hungry or thirsty while in their wood. They’d tide him over until he left their lands in pursuit of his next contract. That was more than enough.
He brushed off their accusations, their thanklessness, like kicking dirt from his shoes. He wondered if that was what endeared him to the Ladies, or at least part of it – for both he and the god women understood thanklessness despite service.
He went to the inn, carried himself up to the room he had left Jaskier in. He could hear his lute from halfway up the stairs. It was a pleasing sound, something cheerful to wake to – it’d have to be, not to received complaints from other patrons also guesting at the inn.
The moment he walked in, he found Jaskier seated on the window sill, face to the early morning sun like a plant soaking in daylight as he played with mindlessly fluent fingers. Geralt leaned against the doorframe and enjoyed watching the dance of those fingers over the strings, plucking, always searching for the next note. He let himself bask in that moment, in the portrait of his bard in peaceful domesticity. Then, knowing the Ladies would not wait forever, rapped two knuckles against the doorframe, drawing Jaskier’s attention.
The bard let his song lull to a stop, his face lighting up at the sight of him returned unharmed. There was relief there, plain and naked as Jaskier was in most ways; unabashed and quick to feel, to express. He set his lute aside with the same sort of care that Geralt might give one of his swords and immediately his hands went into action, his whole body speaking to Geralt as easily as he once did with words.
Well, what happened, don’t keep me waiting? Were they in fact witches or something more nefarious? Well? Come on, Geralt, these stories don’t write themselves!
He smiled. There was a weight in his chest he hadn’t realized he had been carrying until now as it slowly lifted, so close to resolution as he was. He stepped forward without a word, amber eyes locked on his bard, his traveling companion, his friend, his partner. It drew Jaskier’s hand to a stuttering motion not unlike ‘um’ or ‘uh’ or ‘what’s going on?’.
“Months ago, I stole your voice from you,” Geralt finally said, standing in front of the bard, close enough to touch him – but not yet. A puzzled look spread across Jaskier’s face.
I don’t understand.
“I wished for peace not knowing I already had something better. Already had peace in my hands. I was just to blind to comfort, to kindness, to know that I had it.”
Jaskier gave him a baffled look that both said ‘well aren’t you chatty today?’ and ‘who are you and what did you do with my witcher?’
Geralt did not know this language, this new tongue he was trying to learn: intimacy, apology, love. He reached to cup Jaskier’s jaw and paused nearly there feeling foolish, blushing, because words and intimate touches had never been a language of his. It felt foreign. Like a crude imitation, rusty and weak for what he was trying to convey. But Jaskier just watched him patiently, brows drawn into a curious frown as he met him halfway and nestled his jaw into his calloused hand.
‘Geralt?’
He brushed a thumb over Jaskier’s smooth jaw, freshly shaven and smelling of sweet oil. Memorized the lines of Jaskier’s face, the soundless paragraphs of his expression, and tucked it away in his mind for later.
“I am sorry knowing me left you silent,” he finally said, croaked, hushed, admitted.
Jaskier’s brows drew tight, his mouth a strange line. He shook his head.
“I understand if you cannot forgive me,” Geralt looked away. “I should have apologized the morning you first could not speak, but it felt wrong to ask when you could not answer. But now… Do you trust me, Jaskier?”
There was still that expression – anger, grief, confusion, all deserved. He’d leave him after this, no doubt. Geralt had pushed too far, presumed too much. But he pressed on. He had to see this through. Then he’d let Jaskier return to his normal life. Let him make his choice. Set him free.
He thought he heard a womanly sigh.
Jaskier’s hand came up to cradle Geralt’s on his jaw. In his touch and in his face, Geralt heard him: Of course I trust you, you daft excuse for a witcher.
Do or die.
He leaned down. Watched as Jaskier’s eyes widened. Watched until he was too close to see anymore. Got closer until their lips brushed – his so chapped against the bard’s meticulously cared for lips, soft and pleasant. The bard felt like a canary in his hands, all fluttering energy; fragile with hollow bones, more melody than flesh. He pressed, then swiped a tongue across trembling lips to ask permission.
Jaskier let him in. He sealed their lips together. Let his hand move from the man’s jaw to cup the back of his neck, crush him close without actually crushing him. Then he felt it. It began in his throat, behind his Adam’s Apple, and slowly crawled up – warm, not unpleasant but certainly not normal. It rose. When it met his tongue it tasted of night and bestiaries; earthy and deep. His voice. It passed by his teeth, slipped through their lips, then felt Jaskier jump in his hands. He leapt as though stung, or perhaps shocked like walking with socked feet and touching a door knob – surprising, sharp and fleeting. Then settled in his hands.
Geralt pulled away to mumble three words against Jaskier’s slack mouth, his own stomach twisting when no words actually bloomed despite his tongue and mouth doing what needed to be done to make words. He was mute. It had worked. The price had been paid.
He should have said it before he lost the chance to, and yet, there was a pathetic sort of comfort in murmuring the words soundlessly against Jaskier’s lips instead – like hiding behind a mask, bold because he could do so secretly.
Jaskier pulled away, speaking on instinct out of shock, “Geralt, what’s wrong with you—” then he stilled, eyes owlish. His hands shot to his throat. Patted and fluttered and searched for something that might give away what was going on.
Geralt smiled. His throat vibrated as it would if he had chuckled, but no sound followed.
“My voice,” Jaskier croaked, pale from shock and relief and all manner of emotions he wore as plainly on his face as he did his clothes. “How?”
Geralt felt relief bloom in his own belly: that weight lifting fully now that he had made amends, had fixed his wrongs. Relief that Jaskier’s voice was his own and not Geralt’s because that was a level of weird even the witcher couldn’t handle. He tapped his own throat with his fingers and looked at Jaskier pointedly.
Color leeched from the bard’s skin.
“You gave me yours?”
Geralt nodded, then blinked – confused – when Jaskier suddenly sprung to his feet, all pent-up nervous energy, and slapped faintly at Geralt’s chest with a sharp, “Take it back!”
Geralt’s brows drew tight, his lips pursed, utterly baffled.
“You lummox! Don’t you give me that look! You can’t—I can’t—this is too much!”
Geralt shook his head.
‘I had to make it right’ he said, using his hands, with his face, with his body; a pale imitation of Jaskier’s fluency.
“It wasn’t yours to make right! The Djinn did it, not you!”
‘My wish—’
“Was an accident! You thought the Djinn was under my control anyhow, it hadn’t been intentional. I honestly don’t recall if you even wished for it or said ‘I just want some damn peace!’ – you had warned me it was dangerous! If I had just listened—”
Wait. Wait.
Geralt shook his head. How had this spun away from him so quickly?
‘This wasn’t your fault.’
“It was no more yours than mine or mine than yours!” Jaskier pointed out, as if that had been his intention all along. He threw his hands out to his sides, pacing quietly – quiet, he hadn’t expected that, as if it had become a habit. He watched as the bard fluttered nimble fingers against his lips, eyes darting to Geralt distractedly, and mumbled, “Lovely kiss, by the way,” and when Geralt smirked he continued haughtily, “Which we will further discuss later, you oaf!”
Geralt chuckled without chuckling.
“You are,” Jaskier said slowly, finally stopping his pacing, “Insufferable. Your hero complex will see you into the ground one day, I swear, and no one will even know now because you can’t talk.”
Geralt gave him an obvious, deadpanned look. This? This felt right. Natural. Things had always been this way. Jaskier just hadn’t realized that yet.
‘You have always been my words.’
Jaskier stilled. In the lines of his body Geralt saw the quiet sway of wind through a garden well cared for; buzzing with bees, home to all manner of flowers, beautiful and soothing to its guests. So alive, so open. Jaskier was a garden. Geralt had merely returned the birds that had lost their way.
He waited. Waited for the inevitable. He had taken Jaskier’s voice, then made parlay for it without his permission. Surely the bard would leave him. He no longer needed the witcher, after all, and in his silent days had seen more than enough journeys to sing about for the rest of his life. Geralt waited.
“You bloody imbecile,” Jaskier breathed, his face going slack with subdued outrage and realization. “You daft man, you uncommunicative bastard!”
Geralt looked away. He didn’t need his voice. It was better suited in the bard. He didn’t need Jaskier. He had been on the road alone for years before him, and he could do it again.
But there was something in his chest – heavy, prickly and unfamiliar. Want.
He swallowed. He didn’t approach him, but also did not shy away when Jaskier stomped forward and reached for his face. He waited for the slap, for the slam of a door.
Jaskier guided his gaze back down to him.
“Don’t belittle my affections by presuming I stayed because you were convenient. I do not need my voice to live a comfortable or enjoyable life. I need you.”
He felt like shattered glass in a repair man’s palms, all his broken edges grinding together in wrong ways.
“What’s done is done,” Jaskier finally said, his hand reaching back to cup the back of Geralt’s neck as he had done to him not long ago. “And… you’re right. We’ve never needed words to speak and they have never been a tool you enjoyed using. I shall be your words. I’ve been with you long enough to know how to explain your creatures to townsfolk and gods above know I am a better haggler than you – you let that bastard swindle you into this contract for 250 crowns, for gods sake, Geralt! I was dying – ahh,” he shook his head, refocusing, “Nevermind. Point is, we’ve always made it work. We’ll make this work too. But for the record, I wasn’t broken, Geralt. Not with you.”
He pressed a chaste kiss to the witcher’s mouth, smiling and soft at the sight of Geralt’s baffled look, his inability to collect himself to react in the face of such an unexpected confession. Jaskier was the one to whisper into his lips this time between kisses, “Not that I don’t appreciate your sacrifice. The songs I’ll sing about the gift you’ve given me, Geralt – gods above, I’ve missed singing.”
‘I’ve missed it too,’ Geralt thought, perhaps said with his touch and the way he leaned into every peck Jaskier gave him, every breath against his lips.
“Fucking knew it,” Jaskier said, grinning against his mouth, “Filling-less pie, you emotionally constipated dog. And don’t think for one moment I didn’t hear you. We’ve been talking without talking for too long for me to have missed it, you know.”
Geralt felt heat rush to his cheeks and crawl up his neck, making a home in the tips of his ears. He turned away to hide it as Jaskier pulled back, but it was too late. The bard chuckled fondly and when Geralt finally chanced looking back at him, he grumbled embarrassedly – silently.
“It’s not the first time you’ve said you love me, Geralt,” Jaskier said, smiling with all his teeth, skin aglow like dawn breaking the night. “You’ve been saying it for ages.”
Jaskier drew his face back to him when Geralt tried once more to look away, bristly and unsure of himself and self-conscious that all this time he hadn’t been half as secretive – or aware himself – as he thought.
Jaskier took his time looking him over. Memorizing his face, Geralt realized, as he had memorized the bard’s when he found him on the windowsill. He felt exposed as he had at the Mothers’ feet. Known.
He leaned into Jaskier’s hand. Enjoyed the brush of a thumb over a sore scar on his cheekbone.
“I don’t need words,” Jaskier said gently, “But I am grateful to have them. Thank you, Geralt. I’ll use your voice wisely.”
The witcher leaned in, loose like a puppet with his strings cut now that it was finally done, and pressed his forehead to the bard’s. Power thrummed between them, the magic of being known and kept.
Silently, love spoke for them
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Strangers (Pt.1)
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"Virgiiiiiiillll,"
"Mmnnn-"
"Virgiiiiillll, wake uuuuuupppp,"
"I dont wannaaaaaaaa,"
"I've got foooooooodddd,"
Virgil was out of his bed in minutes, stuffing his face with as much food as it could possibly fit.
"Hungry huh baby?" Roman said as he sat down in the seat next to Virgil.
"No of course not, what gave you that idea?" Virgil said with a delighted grin.
"You send very mixed signals sometimes dear," Roman responded with a laugh as he began eating his own meal.
"Being confusing is the one thing I'm good at," said Virgil.
"Now baby you know that's not true, you're good at a lot of things!" Roman said, throwing a scandalized look in Virgil's direction.
"I didnt mean it like that," Virgil said apologetically.
"Good, I expect you to keep it that way," Roman replied, ruffling Virgil's hair slightly.
"Do you have to go to work today?" Virgil pouted as he looked over at the clock, twenty minutes left.
"I have to go to work four days a week baby, that's how it is," Roman replied, pulling Virgil close and placing a kiss on his forehead.
"Fine. . ." Virgil grumbled.
"Aaawww, are you gonna miss me baby?" Roman said, burying his face in the crook of Virgil's neck, eliciting a laugh from the smaller man.
"Of course I'm gonna miss you you big dork," Virgil said with a grin.
"Poor baby, stuck in this huge house all by yourself with no one to give you all the kisses and cuddles you deserve, whatever are you going to do?" Roman replied.
"Probably cry," Virgil said, adding the slightest hint of a whine at the back of his throat.
"Oh you poor thing," Roman said, laughing slightly. He got up from the table and let Virgil slide back into his chair before walking away.
"Dont you worry, I'll be back soon enough," Roman said, pressing a kiss to Virgil's forehead.
Virgil didnt mind being alone in the house of course,it was quiet and he could spend most of his time knitting on the couch and watching old cartoons, but he did miss Roman, Roman was warm and safe and bubbly and happy, a ray of sun in the sea of shadow that flowed through Virgil's mind.
Of course, Virgil could also be louder than his own head, but singing My Chemical Romance songs at the top of your lungs was typically frowned upon when your neighbors were trying to get chores done.
So Virgil always chose his second favorite hobby, knitting. Whether it was gloves, scarves, hats, sweaters, Virgil could make it, and rarely did it get tiring.
"Virgiiiilll! I'm hoooooommmmmeee!" Virgil rushed to set down what he was working on and rush into Roman's arms.
"I have a surpriiiiiiisssseeeee," Roman said, lifting Virgil up in the air, so he had to hold on to his shoulders to keep from falling. Virgil let out a shriek of laughter and buried his face in Roman's chest when he set him down.
"And what might that be?" Virgil asked. Roman fished around in his pockets for a bit before pulling out two slips of paper.
"Theres a carnival in town, and I want to take you," Roman said, smiling.
"Aaaaawwwww, babe!" Virgil stood on his tiptoes to press a kiss to Roman's cheek.
"You've gotta get dressed first though," Roman said with a laugh, gesturing to Virgil's pajama-clad body.
"Aaaaawwwweee- fiiiiinnnnneee," Virgil muttered before rushing off to change.
Soon enough he was dressed in a nice comfortable sweater, beanie, black winter boots and skinny jeans.
"So what's this carnival about anyways?" Virgil asked as he walked to the car.
"You'll see," Roman said.
"Well that doesnt sound ominous at all," Virgil replied with a laugh.
A few minutes later they pulled up to a grass clearing with multi-colored tents and different rides sprinkled throughout. The colors were dull and muted, and the carnival had more of a haunted feel to it than a whimsical one.
"Roman if you wanted to get a divorce you couldve just switched out my meds," Virgil said, looking around at the outlay of the carnival, though there was an unmistakable grin on his face.
"I thought you might like it," Roman said, ruffling his hair.
"Roman oh my gods they have crystal necklaces!" Virgil said, rushing over to a nearby booth.
The woman behind the booth had long black hair that seemed cut at odd angles, the nametag on her uniform read 'Lyssa'.
"See anything you like?" She said, her voice was raspy and quiet.
"Can I get a closer look at those two?" Virgil said, pointing at a spider and a dragon necklace that were placed rather close together.
"Of course, all wares are available for examination," Lyssa said, smiling brightly.
"Roman c'mere-" Virgil called, Roman walked over from where he'd been watching the fire-eaters.
"Oh? You like these huh?" Roman said, picking the dragon necklace up off the table.
"Mhm," Virgil mumbled quietly.
"How much?" Roman said, looking at the woman behind the counter.
"Twenty each," she replied.
"That's not to expensive is it?" Virgil said with a hurried look at Roman.
"If you like it, it's not to expensive," Roman said, placing yet another kiss on Virgil's forehead. He took out his wallet and placed two twenties on the counter before taking up the spider necklace and clasping it around Virgil's neck, doing the same around his own with the dragon necklace.
They spent the rest of the day on rides or eating more food than wouldve been healthy for most people, but Virgil didnt mind, he was with Roman, and that was the important part.
And they were home soon enough, exhausted and clinging to each other on the couch, cheesy romance comedies playing on the tv in front of them.
"Geez I'm glad you didnt propose to me like that- I'd probably have hit you upside the head for scaring me like that," Virgil said with a laugh.
"Ah but I can scare you without sky diving being involved," Roman said with a grin.
"Oh hush." Virgil responded, pressing a kiss to Roman's forehead.
"You ready for bed baby?" Roman said as Virgil let out a yawn and stretched his arms behind him.
"Maybe a little," Virgil replied, burying his face in Roman's chest as he was lifted bridal style off the couch.
"Goodnight baby, I love you," Roman said after turning out the lights.
"I love you to," Virgil responded, before drifting off to sleep.
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Could you fluff headcannons for Kaede and/or Kiibo?
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On it nonnie! Hope you like them!!
Kaede Akamatsu
She made her hair clips!! She did them in her own and shes extremely proud of them!!
In fact, she loves making hair clips and will make you some if you just ask!!
She sold hair clips as a little kid :)
Speaking of, her hair is actually really fluffy
If given the chance she would totally paint like large music measures on her walls (of her favorite song ofc!)
She LOVES picnics and any outdoor type activities. She adores nature and loves to admire it as much as she can.
Kaede even made a kite for herself and flies it all the time- when she can
She'd totally wear a tux or a suit, and rock it no doubt
K1-B0/Kiibo
Kiibo keeps a notebook and likes to write down and keep note of things so he can be/act more "human"
Even though he cant eat he still has favorite foods :) He doesnt really understand taste so his favorites are healthy protein drinks and things along the lines of that
Some of them probably dont taste as good as he thinks they do
He may be a robot but my god he can sing. It may sound like over exaggerated auto tune, but it seriously sounds so good
His hair is fluffy. its fluffy and soft despite being a robot. i just wanna touch it okay 😭
In the winter, he dresses up in warm clothing and wraps himself up. Like, goes all out with it. He looks so comfortable..
Kiibo makes a whirring noise if you pet him, ruffle his hair, or he just gets really happy :]
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10, 14, and 21 for jude and joseph?
THANK U <333 these were good ones!!!
10. Do they have pet names for each other?
not really! joseph sometimes call her darling when hes feeling especially Emotion, but they're not really affectionate like that. jude doesn't like it specifically- it shows the relationship too much, because they don't talk about what they are, it's all within physical touch and facial expression and body language. the most they'll really do is call each other version of each other's names; ie "joe" "joey" "judith", but only in very very specific circumstances and only to convey a mood.
example being, jude going on the radio to say "hi joey im hanging out with john :)" joseph knows like ok lets go to johns house to make sure jude doesnt murder him
14. Is there anything they associate with each other?
this question had me thinkin!
they're so ingrained in each other's lives that theyre [said with disgust in my voice] Always On Each Other's Mind. but!
obviously the color yellow makes jude think of joseph. almond butter and sunsets and clouds in the sky. that feeling of someone talking quietly when you're on the verge of falling asleep. the smell of pine. breath too hot on your skin. collarbones and attentiveness. bustling days out with quiet evenings in. soft lips and affectionate hands. grips hard enough to bruise. bad singing.
joseph looks at jude and thinks of green- pale, like the underside of treefrogs, bordering on yellow. mornings so early the sun still rests. the sound of a river's stream. breath exhaled through teeth. clenched fists. sharp looks. bruising kisses. lingering body aches on top of stiff limbs. itchy hair on his chest, stolen covers in a too cold room. coffee gone lukewarm.
21. Personally, do you think they are a good couple?
NOOOOO LMAO. joseph and jude never talk to each other again and Go To Therapy i am begging you.
they work for each other, made the best of their circumstance. but good, healthy? those are not words i'd use to describe their relationship.
[Send me some romance questions!! <3]
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[[Harley saves the day!]]
[[and ascends to godhood in the process. Discord thread with writing i’m proud of. starring @cosmosfated!]]
Kairos
Gaunt, unhealthily thin, as if he hasn't eaten well in months, or has been on a diet of punishment for one reason or another and the people who have captured him are using it against him. His clothes hang on him as if they're hanging off pure determination to keep going rather than anything healthy. And indeed there's a sliver of red in his violet eyes as if he had made a batch of DETERMINATION just for himself in the recent months or so, or perhaps in the recent week.
But here and now, Harley Quinn told him to crack a joke. For some reason. "Hey, you." The cat monster looks at him from the other side of the electricity fueled bars that he's leaning up against and feeling the rush of. "What did the faerie tell the priest in response to religion?" The incredulous look and the response of 'what??' is enough for him.
He has very little enthusiasm to his voice when he speaks this time but it's a pun, he knows his dad overhears it. "Well I'm not FAEthless." That earns him an eyeroll from the cat monster but that's not what he's waiting for.
A flutter of hope in his chest. (Save me, itches a dull prayer in his throat like burning a clove in the fireplace.)
Harley Quinn
Harley wasn't expecting to be changed into a halloween fairy costume covered in glitter, but she's thankful that the tutu dress is at least in her favorite colors.
her baseball bat has 'become' a part of a cross, slid through the bottom of a shotgun. she smiles and bashes the monster across the face before cocking the gun. "The power'a Winchester compels you to open this cage."
Kairos
Kairos smiles from his place on the floor and he can't help but give a two finger salute. "Ello, Mx." Carefully not giving out her name to this captor of his but also granting her the awareness that he hears her coming in.
The cat monster had whipped around just in time to be hit right across the face and honestly it hurts like it had more damage upon it. Wide eyes search for a way out of this and reaches out and instead casts a binding spell on Harley in an attempt to keep her still. No need to get violent just yet.
Harley Quinn
"Hiya hon. Just call me Tinkerbell." she winks before feeling the spell hit.
it travels up her body, even squeezing in like ropes, showing off the gymnast physique. "Oooh, kinky. unfortunately only the Missus 'r the otha Missus are allowed to do that." she may be bound, but she has just enough wiggle room to aim the cross and pull the trigger... into the knee.
"Shit; I was aimin' for ya foot."
Kairos
"Tinkerbell it is." The taste is unique. As a name, as an alias. As a savior. It's different from John. It's different from Clemency. It's different from Emrys. Softer, sweeter, with a hint of ash wood and gunpowder. He's not sure which he prefers. Mx. Quinn or Tinkerbell. He'll decide later.
The monster collapses to one knee with a gasp and a cry of pain, and there's a glare. "I've done nothing to you but bind you! Why are you even here? You're clearly not working for us. I should have you arrested for assault of a high ranking magi!"
There's a snort from Kairos. Yeah ok.
Harley Quinn
she wiggles her shoulder blades to make the wings flutter. "i raised a fae and helped em remember their true power; i know the rules better than my own blood pressure." she looks back down to the monster.
"oh, that ain't about what you did, its about what you didn't do. I gave a clear and simple instruction that you failed t'follow, but i'll give you a lil context as an apology for missin' ya foot." she offers a smile that's far too wide, with the wrong kind of teeth for a humanoid mouth.
"Numba one; the only person i work for is me. Numba two; tryin' to have me arrested will result in nothin' but a pile'a magi corpses for some poor bastard to clean up. Numba three, you are gonna drop this chintzy little spell and open the cage like a good kitty, or there ain't gonna be enough of you left to put inta a pet sematery." she cocks the shotgun, as a final warning.
Kairos
Kairos is slow to stand as if he's struggling with the weight of gravity. Or as if something is physically weighing down on top of him. He's almost tempted to wheeze out a name, use his last spell, his very last spell to call upon his dad, so that he can get extra help, but he's not sure how Tinkerbell would take that. So he just stands and grips the bars for a moment before releasing them again. Too much skin to the bars. Ow.
The cat monster hisses for a moment before taking a breath and hobbling to a stand, taking out a ring of keys and going to a rather unassuming one in the ring of pretty and decorated ones that look like they match other doors and unlocking the door. "There. Happy?" They grumble about needing a healer, or days off, now.
Kairos uses his coat to pull back the bars for the door and step outside. "Oh, hey, can I have that magic to eat?" To which there's a glare so cold it could freeze his soul. "... Nevermind then. Let's go, Tinkerbell. Before people show up from that shotgun blast."
Harley Quinn
She cracks her neck, and the binding magic snaps off, causing her eyes to widen, but no other show of surprise. "no, I'm not at all happy, actually, but i ain't here to play with you neither. pick a god and pray that you don't get put between me an' my goals again." she stops, seemingly listening to something. she purses her lips, considering it deeply. she looks to Kairos.
"If I'm gonna be Tink, that'd make you Peter Pan." she gives him a very serious gaze. it crackles with an energy, a specific one that is nonetheless easy to understand.
"Now answer me somethin, Petey. you and these mage guys, you've been doing this song and dance for a long, long time... your adoptive relative that you mentioned. Does he know about this? That you've been paying for his actions with the very blood and energy of your own body and soul? Does he know this, and still does nothing to protect you?"
Kairos
Within one blink and another, the cat monster disappears, but the sound of limping footsteps are heard running down the hallway. Running, like a coward- or like someone who wants to plot revenge. Whichever comes first.
Kairos however snorts. "Peter Pan? Interesting." But instead of dismissing it entirely he looks at her and considers her words. And then he grows sad at the mention of his adoptive relative. His dad. Why hasn't he told him? It's stupid. Maybe it shows on his face.
"No... He doesn't even know. I haven't told him. He's not... aware. I'm trying to keep this quiet because, well, I thought I could handle this on my own. It's not that he wouldn't be able to help, it's that I don't let him. Maybe I should." He shrugs. "We should get going." He turns and gestures to walk with him but doesnt start walking without her.
Harley Quinn
"i ain't judgin', yanno. that would be a serious breach of psychologist code." she tilts her head.
"but, y'see... i'm feelin'.... i'm feelin' somethin' i never felt before, and if it is what I think it is, then it might change our exit strategy. besides, i've taken out worse than that with one hand behind my back." she gazes down at herself, briefly.
"it's that kinda thing that you can't just shrug off and keep walking... y'gotta stop and give it a proper think through, you know?"
Kairos
"I don't want to bother him with this." He says very quietly. "I can't bring this up to him." He sounds almost... Scared? Like a puppy that's been kicked one too many times. But then he returns to that strong and haughty facade that he presents and grins. "Plus, I have one more spell that they haven't wrested from my clutches and I can use it right now to make sure that nothing stands in our way as we leave. Clean escape! No one gets hurt, and we're free to go! Everybody's happy!" Most of all, he can clean himself up before his folks find out about this little excursion.
"What good is thinking about it going to do anyway? It already happened. We're already here." He kicks at the ground. He wants to go. "I just want to get something to eat. And I know where their stash is and I can grab some before they even know. Easy pickings."
Harley Quinn
"You don't get what i'm sayin' here, Petey." the energy gets stronger, filling the room. its that smile you wear singing along to a song about hunting down a cheating lover, its that tickle you get when you see someone who did you dirty meet with karma, and have karma chew their face off. its the laughter you can't control when some blowhard gets his ass handed to him on a silver platter. its the comedy in others' well earned tragedy.
"what i'm saying is... well... i think you oughta let me take point... maybe stand a few feet back, even." she strides with her two weapons in hand, a murder walk. "lets see if we can't get you a little snack fer th' road first."
Kairos
The energy is so tantalizing. He can almost taste it. It's delectable and sweet and tastes divine. ... Divine. Godlike. Godlike? He reels and goes wide eyed at her. No. No... He shakes his head.
He takes a few steps back and bows to her, allowing her to pass. "Let's get something done shall we?" He can't wait to see what she'll do. He reaches out and plucks a thread and begins to weave a thread to lead them in the right direction. Like silvery strands that disappear into the light around them. Bringing people to steal from. It wouldn't hurt to eat.
Harley Quinn
"now now, no worship from you, Pete." she turns back and boops him in the nose.
"fae and religion don't mix, remember? you're the one who opened my eyes, and now i'm gonna stretch my wings on your enemies to show my appreciation. we're even-steven, got it?" she giggled as she continued onwards.
"yanno, in hindsight it kinda seems obvious; two people went into that vat'a potions and chemicals... and I'm the one who almost drowned in it! why should he be the only demigod? though that would mean two good things came'a that relationshit-show... naaaaaah i dove in of my own free will, he's got no claim to it." she hums as she inserts the bat back into the shotgun, then gasps in laughter.
"hey, it just occurred to me; ya joke about religion just got a million times funnier!"
Kairos
He listens. And he listens. He's become very good at listening to people talk amongst themselves, to themselves, around themselves, even when they don't think that he's around. He's become one with illusion and shadow as he has with light and day, and it's an interesting dichotomy to watch seeing as his main focus is indeed change and disruption. The wayward force that governs the way the tides of chaos and order change and dance on the wind. So he listens. He won't use this against her. That would be uncouth.
He tugs on a silver string and feels the breath be drawn out of him as they walk, and people skid to a halt in their path, only enough to handle, only enough to have heard the buckshot of a shotgun from down the echoing halls of a prison that is only full of SPECIAL prisoners. And he has to gather his breath again, breathe in, hold, let it out, hold. They'd not see him weak. This would make him strong, or so help him. He had to get stronger. He can't just rely on magic his whole life. He WILL get stronger.
The new information is sidebar to him and he hums. The real thing that makes him grin is the comment about his joke. "Didja? I tried really hard on it! I'm glad you liked it, Tinkerbell. Now, leave them at least partially alive for me to be able to eat."
Harley Quinn
the thing about "Tink" is that the whole thing wasn't a soliloquy, but was directed to him. not that she'd quiz him on what she said or anything, but she wasn't talking to anyone but him.... this time anyway.
"Oh no it was a real pissa; i wasn't wearing this before i got here yanno! ya summoned me and gave me a strong gag to work with! now, speakin' of strong gags..." she places the shotgun and bat carefully on the floor with great ceremony.
"here comes a runnin' joke!" she dashes forward and launches into handsprings and flips to get enough momentum to land a neat handstand on a mage in the middle. "Hiya, guys gals an' nonbinary pals!"
Kairos
"Really?" He can't help but laugh. He can't imagine his words summoning someone in such a fanciful get up. It's flashy and eye catching and oh so HIM but that's not suited for this mission. "Maybe I should be a bit more covert next time I summon you." As if this would happen again (and again and again-)
And he then watches her handspring off towards the mages that interrupted.
The magi in the middle squeaks, then growls in indignation and tries to reach up to grab Harley by the forearms and bodily toss her off, seemingly more fit than the last magi she squared up against. It again makes Kairos laugh because Tinkerbell seems far more capable of taking care of herself than these mages do.
Harley Quinn
She grabs the upper arms as they latch onto her forearms, using them as a fulcrum to swing herself down and around to scatter the formation. she lands on her feet and smashes her unwilling helper in the nose with her forehead.
Kairos
The mage stumbles back after being hit in the face and fires off a bolt of fire directly at her, mostly as a deterrent to get her to jump back and away but if she tanks it then she tanks it. This one won't use his big spells on her. He'll just body her as much as possible before being taken down.
Kairos plucks at the silver thread again and the mages behind the main mage lose their footing and fall flat on their ass. Might as well help out some while he can no? Pluck pluck motherfuckers.
Harley Quinn
she leap frogs right over the blast and does another hand spring to drive her heels right into the mage's chin.
"Order up, Petey! bon appetit! unless you like em more tenderized than this."
Kairos
The mage collapses back onto his ass and grunts, rubbing his lower spine for only a moment before going to get up. Kairos is there in a split second however and he smiles sweetly, hand on his shoulder, knelt down next to him. "At least you get something good out of this, aye?"
And with a placing of his free hand on the chest over the mage's heart, the mage's eyes widen before they roll back into his eyes, almost instantly unconscious. Lips curl back to show off his teeth, into a maddened grin, wanting so badly to EAT.
But then he hears the screams of the mages only ten feet away - 'star eater is going on a frenzy' this and 'the hu-ka'li is out of containment' that - and he it centers him. Can't let himself get carried away. He's not his ancestors.
Harley Quinn
"oh his frenzy is the least of your problems. LEMME DEMONSTRATE." she launched onto one of the loud mouths, her face elongating into a snout as she bends down. hyena jaws clamp down on the arm and rip it clean from the socket, crunching the bone in two. she looks back at Kairos with a blood soaked smile.
"take your time and eat your fill. just don't make yourself sick, okay?"
Kairos
Now the screams are more centered on Harley's actions than the fact that Kairos is out of his cell and feeding himself. But that's no matter. They'll cause chaos for themselves in due time.
Kairos chuckles at the blood, but it sounds weary, as if he's slightly discomforted by the sight of it. (Calm down. You expected this. The multiverse is bloody and cold and callous and heartless. Not every place is the way you built your world.) "The only thing that would happen like that is that I would get drunk and then I would actually go on a feeding frenzy and well, we need to try and avoid that." He says as he walks up to the one without an arm who is trying to get away from them both against the wall and just knocks him out via taking some energy from him. Not much but enough to put him out of his misery. Mages are too proud here to admit that they need help. "I'm more surprised you're not asking more questions." He says, something dark and strange dripping from his mouth and teeth like something viscous and heavy.
Harley Quinn
"ain't here to ask questions and pry into your business, Petey." she stands, licking her lips.
"i'm here to bust you out and bust some heads; you're no longer theirs to starve and cage and squeeze for information without so much as a thank you. you're under my protection, and my vengeance is swift, without mercy, and without consideration for their way of doing things." she rattles this off with such a matter of fact tone, as though it should've been obvious from the moment she appeared.
"if you can think of a better way for me to communicate this than what i'm doing, i'm all ears." her ears go from human to hyena, though whether this was a conscious act of punctuation, or the result of her pun, is impossible to distinguish.
Kairos
His gaze goes glassy eyed, distant for a little while as she talks. He registers what she's saying, but he doesn't understand. How could he? Someone not wanting to understand what he is to the point that they go mad with the hope that they can discover something new? Someone not wanting to cut him open and discover what makes him push and pull like a frog on the experiment table in high school biology? He doesn't get it.
But with a thought of his own - You're trying to escape. Don't let lies distract you. - he snaps to focus and he smiles. "Of course, Tinkerbell. That sounds reasonable for you." And for her, perhaps it does.
"But as for a better way of doing things..." He reaches out into thin air and takes out a thick spool of nearly translucent thread that glows with heavenly light. He hands it out to her. "A spool of thread that made some truth telling lasso. It apparently can't break unless you tell it to and lay hands on the thread. Keep them tied up instead of killing them or maiming them. It makes it easier for me to eat."
Harley Quinn
"Oh shit like Wondy! Nice!" She takes the spool and gets right to work trussing up the mages for market. Her ears are up to listen for further enemies
Kairos
He feels bad for the mages, he does. They gave him comfortable bedding, good food, good conversation (though most of it was information based), and they were kinder than most mages. And plus, they don't have to run into his sister here. She doesn't work here. He thinks.
But he IS hungry. And she IS offering.
So he pulls on some strings and brings some more mages to their path. He probably can't do this many more times but he needs to eat something. These ones are tougher, burlier, to reflect his need for more 'protein' in his diet.
Harley Quinn
"Ah, you need some beef, huh?" She smiles and rolls her neck before launching into one big spring, transforming completely in mid air and laying the newcomers flat.
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anyway heres the thing for wolf and i am SO sorry if the readmore doesnt work oof this bitch long
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Name:
Wolf-16
Age:
Mentally twelve, but roughly Dark Age old.
Race:
Exo
Call signs/alias:
Wolf. One syllable, easy.
Pronouns:
He / Him
Class:
Hunter
Preferred subclass(es):
Gunslinger, but he’s handy with Void and Stasis. Never got the hang of Arc.
Ghost's name:
Serenity, but she reluctantly answers to Red sometimes.
Their Vanguard:
He came late to the party and properly joined the Guardian ranks sometime after Tallulah died, but he was closest to Cayde-6, rip.
Fireteam name:
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo (former) Maelstrom (former) Exodus (current)
Fireteam teammates:
In Foxtrot: Liz Cabrera, King-3, Armani-7 In Maelstrom: Amelia-9, Atticus Maav In Exodus: Puck-13, Aera-9, Emmanuel-7
Favorite legendary weapon:
Dire Promise IKELOS SMG Seventh Seraph SAW
Favorite exotic weapon:
Ace of Spades Riskrunner The Lament
Favorite exotic armor:
Sealed Ahamkara Grasps The Sixth Coyote St0mp-335
Are they offense, defense, or support:
Generally offense, he’s blindingly fast and is a crackshot with any weapon you put in his hands.
Do they prefer being close, mid, or long range:
He prefers mid to long, but ends up getting in close more often than he’d like. The agility kind of nerfs his ability to take a lot of damage all at once, so he goes airborne the second he gets surrounded.
Do they lean more "Element of Surprise" or "Upfront and Aggressive":
A bit of both! He’ll pull a surprise attack and jump in to get his hands dirty if he has to, which makes him a pretty good distraction if there’s a lot of enemies looking for a bullet sponge, but he prefers a little bit of distance if he can get it.
Strikes, Gambit, or Crucible:
Getting him into strikes takes a lot of perseverance, honestly. He’ll do them if Zavala can actually hold him down long enough. Hunters are elusive as hell anymore, and the amount of times he’s been back to the Tower or even within the City’s walls since the Red War can be counted on one hand.
Crucible is also kind of a gamble. Serenity doesn’t like him doing it because he gets ruthlessly competitive and tends to favor Stasis which gets... ahhh, intense...
He fucks super hard with Gambit, tho. If he’s anywhere near the City, he’s probably playing Gambit because the Drifter won’t give him the good stuff until he does.
Who was their mentor:
If anyone was, it was probably Serenity and only insofar as teaching him how to be fucking normal. It hasn’t worked very well.
Who are they mentoring:
He went through a brief stint where he mentored Atticus. He couldn’t teach him any Warlock things, of course, but other stuff like no-scoping an Acolyte or picking locks? Absolutely.
What ship do they have:
After Forsaken, all of Cayde’s stuff was pretty much left alone, but Wolf asked the Vanguard if he could take the Queen of Hearts and they let him.
What is their Sparrow:
Blood in the Water
Favorite Ghost shell:
Serenity picks her own shells. When they met, she pretty much had the Rust Punk shell after the one she was created with got messed up pretty badly. The new one didn’t stand up very well against the elements.
Wolf keeps a handful of them in the ship so that she can go between them and her favorites are Wisteria Orbit and In Fine Omnium, but she goes back to her old one occasionally if she doesn’t want to get the others dirty.
Favorite color:
Red, but sometimes purple.
Favorite food:
Any kind of spicy ramen and shawarma.
Least favorite food:
He doesn’t like anything with a bitter taste and there are a lot of veggie-based things he just genuinely cannot stand the thought of.
Favorite Pre-Collapse music:
He discovered classic rock and hasn’t looked back once.
Favorite place in The Last City:
Before the Red War when he spent more time in the city itself, his apartment. It was small and pretty cozy and also loaded with his hauls from various jobs. He’d sit in the window and play video games on his off days and just chill with Serenity for hours.
There was also a bar he’d frequent with his old fireteam (and sneakretly sometimes with Cayde) where they pretty much knew everyone who worked there by name. It’s the one place he never got kicked out of for causing a ruckus.
Favorite NPC(s):
Cayde and Wolf hung out a lot when either one of them had the time. These days, if he’s anywhere near the Tower, it’s only to see Amanda or Banshee.
He also likes to kick it with Devrim, Variks, and Failsafe. Osiris finds him frustrating at best, but he and Crow are kind of a package deal at this point.
Least favorite NPC(s):
He finds Rahool kind of dry and nerdy and has nothing but bad things to say about Hideo.
Favorite patrol location:
The EDZ. It’s more or less his home now and he knows every square inch of it by heart.
Least favorite patrol location:
Anywhere on Europa or the Moon. Europa he’ll at least go to without being dragged, if only just to say hi to Variks or Elsie and check up on how things are going, but after the Lunar Incident he won’t step foot on the Moon unless Eris requests him specifically.
5 things your Guardian likes:
Glimmer, babeyyyy!! Also food, bad jokes, going real fast, and springtime.
5 things your Guardian dislikes(this can be anything):
Handling trauma in a healthy way like normal person, having to be responsible for people, being told what to do, big open spaces, and waiting.
Your Guardian has to rest. What is their living space like:
Wolf can and will sleep just about anywhere and in pretty much any position. His old apartment in the City was destroyed during the war, and he just never went back, so now he knocks out in whatever place has enough cover or is out of the way enough he won’t be found.
Does your Guardian have any casual wear?:
Lots. He usually goes for a more urban style, so lots of huge hoodies, joggers, chunky sneakers, snapbacks, that kind of thing. He generally only wears armor when he’s actively working.
What hobbies and/or skills does you Guardian have:
Outside of Guardian stuff, he’s picked up a handful of skills over the years. He can rap and sing and figured out how to autotune his voice/mimic others, he’s pretty good at woodcarving and making little things out of scrap metal, and even if his designs are intentionally tacky he’s good at custom paint jobs for jumpships and Sparrows.
As for hobbies, that mostly consists of exploring. He’s got a lot of patrol areas memorized, and does a lot of urbex in places that aren’t very thoroughly mapped because he likes finding pre-Collapse artifacts and seeing places not very many others have. Mostly for selling.
He also does a lot of gambling, but whether or not he’s any good at it is arguable.
What would your Guardian's lore book be called:
Sixteen Wolves
Where was your Guardian reborn?:
Somewhere in the humid and shitty swamp that used to be Houston, Texas. It was tough going for a while, but they eventually traveled all the way to what would eventually be the City.
What were they wearing when they were reborn:
Rapidly disintegrating work gear from, presumably, some kind of security job.
What was their reaction to being reborn:
Confusion and alarm, but he warmed up to Serenity pretty quickly, so it wasn’t too bad after the initial shock.
What was their reaction to their first rez:
Very surprised until Serenity explained what had just happened. After that, all bets were off.
After being reborn, did they meet friendlies first or hostiles:
Like many, the first sentient form of life he met was hostile, but it wasn’t aliens. His first run-in with other people was a group of survivors who had a lot of mistrust regarding the Risen and he didn’t want to fight them, so he took off.
Who was the first other Guardian they met?:
He definitely doesn’t remember, but it probably wasn’t a pleasant encounter.
Did your Guardian get reborn with, or find, any indication of their past life? If so what do they have/found:
Exos get the luxury of at least knowing their name, but Wolf found his etched into a corner of his chest plate in cool letters. He didn’t remember anything from his past life beyond random glimpses if he dug hard enough, and nowadays those glimpses are pretty rare and extremely vague. There’s never any memory fragment that’s enough to really grab onto, so he tends not to bother with it.
How did your Guardian get their name(if they didn't rez with past life mementos):
Exo thing! He doesn’t remember if it was just some kind of moniker or part of his actual original human name, but Wolf sounds cool so he’s not worried about it.
Going back to your Guardian's lore book, what would be some quotes or passages from their book:
The Hunter dove for the ball and caught it, whipped it back across to his companion with a well-practiced flick of his wrist and tumbled. The Warlock caught it a bit more gracefully and without getting dirt on his clothes.
“Do you ever think about home?”
“What do you mean?”
The Warlock shrugged, tossing the ball back and forth between his palms. “Home. You know. Where you’re from. Your people, I mean. I think about the Dreaming City a lot. I don’t remember how it used to be, but... I like to think maybe I had family there once. Someone to miss me when I was gone. Dreadful to think of how it’s been destroyed...”
“Hm.” Wolf considered the question, then it was his turn to shrug. “Dunno. Guess we don’t really have one.”
“You must have something, Wolf. Exos had to come from somewhere. Everyone has a home.”
“Y’all might have a home. All we got’s a graveyard.”
Does your Guardian have a significant other:
He’s had a handful over the years. He’s still friends with Liz, not that anyone can tell because all they do is fuck with each other and cause trouble when they’re together. He and Amelia were a thing briefly but that one had to be called off to preserve their friendship because, even though they’ve known each other for decades and get along surprisingly well, they are very, very different people.
The last one was Cayde, and that didn’t end well for anyone. Cringe culture is dead, don’t @ me.
Did your Guardian go explore first before going to The Last City? If so, where to:
That was kinda the name of the game back then. The City was just a dinky little encampment and Wolf was on a completely different continent, so by the time he actually got there it was a dinky little town with not much to explore. He ended up breezing through a few times before anyone even really realized he was a Risen. The section of the wall he helped build is actually still there.
What was their reaction to first seeing The Last City:
A little bit surprised, honestly. He already knew there were a lot of little camps and small towns scattered around, but he hadn’t expected to find any that were that organized and so full of lightbearers and mortals, just working side by side.
Is your Guardian a part of a clan:
Yes! He’s part of the Exodus Family.
Does your Guardian's clan have a back story? If so, what is it?(if you want to or able to share):
Not much that I’m personally aware of, just cus my friends and I haven’t talked about it at length, but basically everyone is an Exo and having a fairytale/biblical theme is pretty common. Like. Puck is an obvious one. Wolf and Serenity are a little bit Little Red Riding Hood themed, only insomuch as Serenity having an affinity for red shells and Wolf thinking he’s all big and bad and tough.
(He’s not, he’s a baby.)
If your Guardian would have a quote as a flavor text for a weapon and/or piece of armor, what would they be:
I have a couple of these actually, all inspired by some really good quotes I’ve seen.
Wolf Moon’s Chase (Exotic) “Don’t look back. You’re not going that way.” A hand cannon with a wolf head grip and the Howlin’ Wolves perk; Successive precision kills gradually reload the clip and boost Super energy regen even if stowed. Missed shots have a chance to track enemies and explode.
Last Man Standing (Exotic) ”I was always taught that if you shoot for the Moon and miss, the vacuum of space will suck out your eyeballs. Failure is not an option. Go kill ‘em.” Chest armor with the Knock ‘Em Dead perk: Low health massively boosts damage, resilience, and mobility for a short amount of time.
Bad Blood (Legendary) ”The strength of the pack is the Wolf. The strength of the Wolf is the pack.” A Hunter’s cloak with the Vermilion Stripe down one side and a moon shattered into three pieces on the back.
If your Guardian has had any interactions with any civilians, Eliksni, Cabal, Vex, Hive, Taken, Scorn, Rogue Lightbearers, or Iron Lords/War Lords tell us about it!:
Wolf’s been around a while and he’s seen a lot of things, so let’s dig into this one.
He’s not as well known in the City except by name unless he’s wearing his wolf mask, but he drops in at the Farm pretty often and he’s on good terms with everyone there. He does a lot of supply runs for them and will stick around if they’re shorthanded to help with upkeep or defense if there’s a lot of hostile activity in the area. In general, he doesn’t interact a whole lot with mortals unless they’ve been out on the front lines like Devrim or Suraya. There’s way too much cultural and social disconnect there and he doesn’t have the patience or really even the language to try and explain to them that he, even as a Guardian and Old Light, is just as human as they are and while he may be immortal and have crazy cosmic superpowers given to him by a mysterious and sentient white spheroid, dying hurts and the trauma every Guardian walks around with just is not worth it.
Where Eliksni are concerned, he tends not to initiate fights with them. If they shoot first, all bets are off, but for the most part he has a lot of respect for what they’ve been through and can relate to feeling lost and completely adrift with no identity. He helps rebels on Europa either fight back against Salvation or escape to Earth to join the House of Light. He’s made a lot of friends that way.
Cabal he has a lot of respect for as well, for similar reasons. They lost their home to the Hive and are trying to survive in the best way they know how, even if he doesn’t agree with their politics. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen with Caiatl, but he’s trying to maintain hope that her empire and humanity will eventually reach an understanding. They’d be unstoppable as allies.
He doesn’t fuck with the Vex. Even before things came to light on Europa, even being near them made his brain itch and one of his biggest fears is being infected with some kind of Vex virus that’ll turn him into one of them and spread to other Exos or Ghosts, almost to the point he’d prefer to avoid them altogether.
He is terrified of the Hive. I’ve mentioned the Lunar Incident before, and the trauma of it caused such an intense meltdown that it forced a reset. Unless Eris Morn specifically asks him personally to go to the Moon for any reason, he doesn’t go anywhere near it. He can deal with them in other places like the Reef or on Earth, but the combination of Moon + Hive just scares him to death.
Taken and Scorn both are kind of a wobbly thing for him. He feels bad for what happened to them, but knowing that it can’t be reversed and that just killing them is a mercy makes it easier to deal with them. With Taken and anything relating to them, the spatial distortion they cause kind of overwhelms his processes if he’s dealing with it for too long and can make him feel a little sick, but that usually subsides once he’s gotten some distance. (Scorn are just... Oof. On the one hand, he kind of feels like they’re not too dissimilar to lightbearers just in that they were brought back from the dead and now won’t stay dead, but he always wonders if they’re suffering or if they even know where they are or what they’re doing. It’s just incredibly sad to see them like that, and the same goes for the Wrathborn.)
Rogue lightbearers? He kind of is one. He didn’t join the Vanguard until long after the City was established and before that he was just kind of doing his own thing being a thieving little shithead. It was Amelia who encouraged him to do it, and he’s shaped up a lot since then and become a lot more sympathetic toward other people. He still has that wild edge and always plays it fast and loose with the rules, more so than even most other Hunters, so he’s always butting heads with Zavala about that. In general, he doesn’t think much of them unless they’ve genuinely gone bad and are actively out there hunting and hurting other people.
Warlords/Iron Lords, uhhh. He was friends with a Warlord back in their day, but he didn’t pay them much mind outside of that. As far as he was concerned, if they stayed out of his way and he stayed out of theirs, everything was fine because other people’s problems weren’t his problem and he had no intention of getting tangled up with all that shit when he had a free pass to do all the petty crimes he wanted. He’s always thought the Iron Lords were stuffy and holier-than-thou, but he does kind of respect what they did back then and he might rip on Lord Saladin, but he understands his perspective on things. That kind of survival instinct and total victory or death philosophy, like... ya know. Wolf grew up in different times, too, and back then it was genuinely kill or be killed and you couldn’t trust anyone not to stab you in the back over scraps. He gets it. He may not always agree, but he gets it.
Does your Guardian have any unconventional allies or connections(By Vanguard standards):
Definitely. It didn’t start with Crow and Spider of course, but they’re a pretty good example. As a Hunter, he is connected. He knows a guy for everything you can think of and most of that knowledge is very under the table kind of shit. If the gains are good, he’ll partner up with just about anyone and his only hard limit is probably wholesale murder and not necessarily even because he isn’t comfortable with it. It’s a lot of mess, and a lot of potential to get his ass into really deep trouble he’d rather avoid.
He’s got a lot of Eliksni and Cabal buddies out in the system, most of whom he met in some makeshift prison or while trapped somewhere. More than once it’s been a situation of kidnapping where he just accidentally became friends with his captors.
One of his best friends for years was an Eliksni vandal out on the Tangled Shore, so he has absolutely no issue with having unconventional allies.
(Plus, like. With the system in total fucking chaos, you’re gonna need all the friends you can get. He’s dumb but he’s not stupid.)
How does your Guardian feel about themselves or others using Stasis:
Wolf has mixed feelings about Stasis. With Exos being pretty much literally born of Darkness, he has a natural affinity for it but being such a sensitive dude makes it very easy for the Darkness to manipulate him through. Any time he uses Stasis, he gets weird and a little bloodthirsty, so he tries to only use it when nothing else is working. He’s got a lot of willpower, but you can only hold out for so long when someone’s promising you salvation, peace, and power after the sort of life an Old Light has to deal with. Fear and trauma are very easy to appeal to when everything is looking increasingly more bleak all around you.
As far as other people using it, he’s still very “not my circus, not my clowns” about it. The only time he’d take issue is if someone was using it like legitimately trying to RTL someone he cares about.
Did they run The Last Wish raid? How did they react to seeing a live Ahamkara a.k.a Riven:
I’ve only done parts of it myself, but if he has met Riven he definitely almost short-circuited. I think anyone would if they met a supposedly extinct magic space dragon for the first time.
Did they run The Deep Stone Crypt raid? How did they react to the Crypt and seeing Exo Eliskni:
It was harrowing to say the least. Everything on Europa has been a nightmare, just from his own standpoint as an Exo. He goes through phases where he thinks that being one is the greatest thing ever because you’re faster, stronger, and tougher than anyone else, but at the same time, like. Look at what they have to deal with.
And all the secrets that came out as we learned more about Exoscience and Clovis Bray? Yikes, dude. Any time he’s not feeling cheeky or neutral about it, he just feels this weird sense of shame and guilt. Why would anyone want to be an Exo? Why would anyone willingly hand over their peace of mind and their security in their own identity like that? Most Exos don’t know who they were before, some don’t even know who they are now, and all because they got too close to the truth or their fundamentally unsustainable existence backfired again and they had to completely erase everything and start over.
Seeing Atraks was like watching a car crash knowing you wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it. All these people seeking that out, wanting to make themselves or their allies into Exos just to be top notch unstoppable war machines when they don’t even slightly understand what it’s really like to live inside a completely foreign body is something he just can’t wrap his head around. He tries not to think about it too hard.
Is your Guardian from D1? How did they react to seeing Taniks alive once again:
He has his own beef with Taniks, but like. If he kept being killed and revived in shittier and shittier conditions, he’d probably be really pissed off too.
Where did they go and what did they do during The Red War:
The Red War kind of spelled the end of him transiently living in the City proper. His apartment was in one of the residential areas that got leveled, and he just never went back once the dust settled.
He did what he could to help, but his main concern was just keeping Serenity safe. He’d never admit it out loud in mixed company but if it came to having to choose between her and a handful of mortals, he’d choose her every time. She’s been the one constant in his life since he was revived and he couldn’t imagine having to try and carry on without her.
It really brought home just how much abuse he could take before his body would quit on him, and he almost didn’t make it through the whole thing. He’s way too reckless now to survive long without his Ghost, but it brought them a whole lot closer together.
For the most part, he teamed up with other Hunters to scout for safe exits and round up survivors, and when the Vanguard left to take care of business he stayed to help keep his lil classmates on task. After that he stayed at the Farm for a while dealing with the whole self-repair and maintenance deal, and he spent a whole lot more time out in the field when it was over.
Here are some characters that are either polarizing or have created a strong enough mass emotion within the community. What opinion does your Guardian hold on each of them >>>
Osiris, First Warlock Vanguard, originally exiled:
Wolf likes Osiris. Anyone who’s reckless, stubborn, uncouth, and a little bit feral is always going to be someone that Wolf likes and wants to be friends with. They get along for the most part, but because focusing doesn’t even make the list of Wolf’s strong points, Osiris can get exasperated with him pretty quickly when they’re going over some kind of batshit strategy and Wolf is over there in his corner texting. Osiris has no idea how he’s survived this long and has definitely said as much to his face. Wolf isn’t so sure either.
Eris Morn, Bane of the Swarm:
He’s a bit intimidated by her. She was kind of the catalyst for one of the most traumatizing events of his life, so being around her now still makes him feel a little bit weird and very nervous. Despite that, he still respects and trusts her immensely and will always come if she needs him.
They’ve taken time since All That Mess to talk to each other and she’s incredibly remorseful over what happened, but Wolf doesn’t blame her for any of it.
She has a very unique perspective on the Darkness and the Hive what all of this shit means, and he generally will trust her word over someone else’s when the topic comes up. She’s got a lot of wisdom in that crazy head of hers and they have a bit of a shared experience when it comes to being trapped in a Hive nest.
Cayde-6, Sixth Hunter Vanguard:
Lemme roll out the simp wagon for this one, ahem.
Wolf adored Cayde. Before The Dare, he joined in on Cayde’s little crew every so often for jobs and over time they got to know each other about as well as anyone can know Cayde or Wolf, and Wolf ended up falling for him pretty hard between all the snarky banter and watching him in action. They did some casual messing around and I’m sure anyone with eyes could see how bad he had it, but he never got the gumption to really confess and never tried to actually pursue anything beyond casual fun.
Cayde’s death absolutely destroyed his entire world. He’s seen plenty of death and his fair share of RTLs, but none have hit him as hard as that one. He spent a little while just immobilized by grief until it morphed into anger because, honestly, I don’t think any Guardian handles loss very well, and he decided after the memorial service to hunt down Uldren regardless of the cost.
The whole thing caused a bit of a rift between himself and his old fireteam and the Spider got a few good laughs out of calling him ‘Killer’. He doesn’t remember a lot of it now due to his reset around Shadowkeep, but he still gets flashes, and he definitely still blames himself. If he could have gotten there just a few minutes sooner, he knows Cayde and Sundance could have survived.
Ikora Rey, Second Warlock Vanguard:
Mad respect for Ikora Rey, especially when she low key high key supported his revenge mission. She has a unique way of being shady about things that Wolf really likes, and they don’t have much in common but he’s enjoyed working with her any time he’s gotten the chance.
When he has things to report on that he knows Zavala won’t like, Wolf goes to her first since she knows best how to soften the blow, and when he has the forethought to even bother, he runs strategies by her to get input. She’s the best Crucible player in history and he kind of sees her as a Warlock that thinks like a Hunter in a lot of ways. In the absence of Cayde, she’s the Vanguard he answers to the quickest.
Commander Zavala, Second Titan Vanguard:
Wolf and Zavala have a tense relationship. They don’t agree on most things and any time you put them in the same room together it inevitably devolves into some kind of argument about the best course of action to take on anything. Wolf’s story has him kind of lined up to be promoted to Vanguard because of experience and technicalities on the Dare, and while it’s not entirely up to Zavala, he does have a lot of sway as the Vanguard Commander. Wolf could not be less interested in the seat if someone was holding a gun to his Ghost.
He’s intentionally unprofessional as hell any time he has to work with Zavala directly and tends to go out of his way to use very unconventional methods that he know Big Blue won’t approve of, because he’s a child. Being petty is the spice of life, and Wolf is still mad that Zavala forbid him from going after Uldren. That he does remember.
With all of that said though! He does respect Zavala. You wouldn’t know it, but he truly does. The guy has the weight of the entire Sol System on his shoulders and never once has he complained.
Saint-14, legendary Titan, First Titan Vanguard:
Wolf is very fond of Saint and Saint is probably one of the few people left who has a way of getting Wolf to slow down and just take it easy for a while. Before Wolf dipped out for good, he’d sometimes just track the guy down to spend time with him and listen to his various wisdoms.
These days, he still calls him up sometimes to shoot the shit and check in on things and he always asks Saint to tell the pigeons and the Colonel that he said hi.
Lord Saladin, Iron Banner handler, One of the last remaining Iron Lords:
Wolf clowns on Saladin a lot but he does understand his point of view when it comes to survival. I’ve mentioned it before, but Wolf “grew up” in the same time period and gets where the intensity and giving no quarter comes from, because back then it really was a life or death decision with way more immediate consequences. Table politics are kind of lost to him and the turning tide between humanity versus the Eliksni or the Cabal is calling for a more open and foreward-thinking willingness to take that risk in allying with them against a common enemy. Wolf’s a quicker learner though, and spending as much time as he has with both has taught him that, in a lot of ways, they’re just like us. They had their homes taken and destroyed, they’ve lost loved ones in droves, and they’re struggling to hang onto a thread in the only way they know how.
Wolf hopes that Lord Saladin will come around and let go of his dated worldviews, because the old ways aren’t what’s going to win wars anymore. Things are far, far bigger than us versus them now and Wolf has a feeling that humanity is gonna need more resolute leaders like Saladin to survive what’s coming.
Lord Shaxx, Crucible handler, Hero of Twilight Gap, living megaphone:
Don’t leave Shaxx and Wolf alone together unless you want complete and utter chaos to unfold. Any time they get together, they get rowdy, and no piece of furniture is safe from having one of them suplexed or dropkicked into it. Shaxx is kind of like a cool uncle to Wolf and they have been known to test new weapons on each other.
The Crow, New Light, Ex-Enforcer to The Spider:
Whoof. When Wolf first met Crow, he was absolutely gobsmacked. Of all the things running through his head, the biggest question he had was why. He almost shot Crow on sight, but he hesitated for some reason. It took a long time for Wolf to warm up to him and in that time he was uncharacteristically quiet and a little cold. Serenity managed to get him to keep his stupid mouth shut, and he’s glad he listened for once.
I think just spending all that time with him hunting Wrathborn, just being a team and really going through it together, was what brought Wolf closer to him. Learning about what Crow was dealing with in his personal life, everything he was going through just as a consequence of existing. Wolf opened up over time himself and once he worked through that big C6 obstacle, he found himself really endeared to both Crow and Glint.
These days, Wolf would probably consider Crow one of his best friends. He’s taught the kid a lot of old Hunter tricks and they hang out a lot, to Glint and Serenity’s immense relief. Crow is like the little brother he never had.
The Spider, The Shore's Only Law, founder of "House" Spider:
He may or may not have low key threatened Spider before he left the Tangled Shore with Crow. From day one, even as someone who is by default insufferably cheeky, the amount of disrespect. Ooh, bitch.
Spider calling him Killer (especially around Crow) got under his skin so fast, you would not even believe, and it was all Wolf could do not to leap across the room and strangle him to death any time they had to do deals.
As far as Wolf is concerned, if he never sees the Spider again, it’ll be too soon.
Uldren Sov, Prince of the Reef, Master of Crows:
Khhhh, hoo boy. The hate. The Frothing Hatred he had for this little man. Wolf had never in his life wanted someone dead as badly as he wanted Uldren Sov dead.
Being friends with Crow and his 16th reset has softened that a lot, and he’s learned a few things about Uldren that have made other things make a lot more since sense then, but. Yeesh.
Mara Sov, Queen of the Reef, Queen of the Awoken, Ex-Kell of Wolves:
Very mixed. He never dealt with her directly, but Wolf has a natural aversion to any form of leadership just by nature. That she cornered the House of Wolves into subservience doesn’t help, but on the other hand, if she hadn’t been at war with them, things would have turned out a lot different for humanity at Twilight Gap.
Variks, the Loyal, founder of House Judgement:
Speaking of shifty motherfuckers.
Wolf definitely likes Variks and his reset between Shadowkeep and now has conveniently erased the memory of knowing Variks had a hand in Cayde’s death.
He does what he can on Europa to help Variks get Salvation rebels to safety if they just want to get the fuck up out of there and is happy to do knife tricks for him when he asks. Variks has made a lot of questionable decisions, but it’s all been done for what he believes is the good of his people, and Wolf can respect that.
Mithrax, the Forsaken, Kell of Light, founder of House Light:
Hasn’t met him, but he’s heard... a lot. With Mithrax being the Kell of the House of Light, Wolf is hopeful it’ll be a good step in the right direction toward uniting humanity and Eliksni. He’s pretty sure they’re both doomed if they can’t at least fight alongside each other temporarily.
The Exo Stranger/Elizabeth "Elsie" Bray, Granddaughter of Clovis I and Sister to Ana Bray:
Wolf is incurably nosy, so he finds Elsie pretty frustrating. She’s full of secrets and never hangs around long enough to explain what the hell she’s talking about or what her end goal is, but she’s been invaluable on Europa. Once she finally opened up a little bit and started actually telling him important things, he found her a whole lot easier to get along with and it helped to have her around when he was discovering a lot of things on his own about where Exos came from.
Eramis, of House Salvation, Kell of Darkness:
He... gets where she was coming from, in a way. She was angry and desperate and that kind of thing is easy for the Darkness to take advantage of. He can’t rightly blame her for grabbing onto anything she thought might save her people, even though it’s ended in yet more trauma for them.
Eramis isn’t someone he’d go out of his way to try to be friends with if she was ever freed from Stasis, but he would hope she’d more or less see the Light and realize that her methods needed some serious rethinking.
Empress Caiatl of the Cabal Imperial Empire:
Wolf has a lot of respect for Caiatl. She watched her home burn down around her and has used that pain to fuel a cause he thinks is pretty noble. Humanity has been at war with the Cabal for a long time now, and both sides have suffered incredible losses because of it. He thinks that trying to mend that and join forces is a good idea, but for once he’s kind of with Zavala on something: They shouldn’t have to swear fealty or subservience to a foreign empire to have their support against a threat that’s coming for both.
He’s holding out hope that if they show their strength against her greatest warriors, she’ll understand that Guardians and humanity as a whole are more beneficial as equals, not cannon fodder. It only takes one Guardian to decimate an entire Cabal squad, after all.
The Darkness is fast approaching. How is your Guardian handling it:
He’s... handling it. It’s been getting harder in recent years to just not think about things which has been his entire motto since he was first revived. More and more he’s having to confront head-on the things that scare him the most, and there’s only so much running away you can do before you run straight into a corner and have to choose between extinction and fighting until you draw your last breath.
Wolf isn’t a pacifist by any means, but it’s just one of those things where he’s starting to realize his way of living just isn’t sustainable with the system in such chaos. The Hive used to be just another threat he had to deal with every so often, but now they’ve become the Big Bad that are outpacing even the Vex in terms of imminent destruction of several species all at once. His biggest hope right now is that humanity, Eliksni, and Cabal can all set their differences aside, at least long enough to try and put up a defense against the Hive and the Darkness. If they can’t, then... well, they won’t have to worry about it for very long, at least.
And finally, does your Guardian have any advice for any New Lights:
Be good. Be understanding. Tell the people you love that you love them every single chance you get, because you never know what could happen out there. Don’t treat everyone as your enemy, because you may find friends in strange places, and how you treat someone may be the difference between waking up dead and surviving to see morning, but most importantly; Don’t look back. You’re not going that way.
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everything will be below the cut so people can just ignore this lol
the wild thing is like... everything everyone was saying from both sides makes sense. the good and the bad. i’ll start off with a pro and cons and then do a short track by track
pros:
i agree with what people are saying about how well this style suits her voice, it perfect. it’s smooth and calming but also doesnt stick her in a box and will allow her to kinda move with it and change things up as she sings, which i know she loves to do.
the production is exactly her too. it’s r&b beats with classic strings... liek that’s completely ariana grande. it’s so interesting and it weirdly works well? 
i feel like you can tell she was just in her element making these songs. i feel like she tapped into something that can be so endless for her and new ideas will be constant.
idk if it’s just me adjusting to hearing her sing but her pronunciation is getting a lot better
every song has at least one good and attractive part to it... there are no songs that i am so completely confused as to why it’s on the album.
it’s for sure my favorite era for her in terms of style
also her best album cover (but sweeter is close second) 
cons:
okay... there is a pattern with this album. every song had a really solid start. so many times i was in love with the verses and the melodies she was singing but... my god are the choruses weak. it’s just one line... repeated... like 4 times... then we move on... and i was sitting here like ‘oh that’s what we were building up to?’ and it happened with every song. so i completely agree about it kind of falling flat most of the time.
it’s so repetitive. besides the choruses mostly all being weak, the themes are all the same. like the 14 songs on the album are all about two things: her being horny or her being in love. that’s it. why did we need 14 songs to tell us two things.
another point: why were there 14 songs? so many filler tracks that just add nothing to the album for me. she could’ve honestly made a solid 10 track album and it would’ve been a good clean piece of work. 
the lyrics... oh my god the lyrics. the one thing i saw people saying, both fans of the album and not, was that the lyrics were really bad... liek they had to prepare people. and my god. there were some points that straight up sounded like 14 year old stan accounts arguing on twitter... ‘you sound dumb... shut up’ SHE USED THAT LYRIC AS A HOOK... she thought it was so good it deserved to be the hook like? and also there’s a lyric that just straight up says ‘read a fucking book’ lol. the good or tolerable lyrics are basically ones she already used before on other songs? like how many time's has this woman sung about fucking while watching movies... 
she needs to stop putting out albums so frequently. a lot of the complaints i see people having is just that it doesnt feel finished or polished enough to be an album. like she should have waiting a few months and refined things. it feels like a stepping stone rather than a destination. she doesnt have a clear vision, narrative or purpose driving the album at all. 
track by track
shut up: this was the first taste of bad lyrics like this is the song about being dumb and i fully was like omfg this is the whole song isnt it. i dig the production though.. this might have the best production of the whole album for me. 
34+35: i felt like i was listening to a horny 13 year old boy during the chorus lol. it just felt really immature at some points... like the giggling every time she alluded to 69 wasnt necessary. also the end where she says ‘mean i wanna 69 with ya’..... sweetie you didnt have to tell us we know we can add. i did like the melody of the pre-chorus. the ‘i’ve been drinkin coffee, i’ve been eatin healthy’ is really catchy and good
motive: god i had such high hopes for this. it first started and i loved the production and the prechorus worked really well... but again that chorus weakness really fucked it. and doja’s part doesnt really fit the song for me? it feels out of place and like she should’ve been put on a more upbeat song
just like magic: first song i actually liked and added to my library! i finally heard a good chorus that didnt feel like it completely slowed down the momentum of the song and helped move it along. and the lyrics are cute. i think for me she needs to improve on the difference between a cute lyric and a cringy lyric... like cute: ‘middle finger to my thumb and then I snap it’ and cringy: the rest of the album. also one thing there’s a lyric about her listening to music she wrote and like girl you had 34 writers on this album... what are you listening to two words? every time she brags about writing it’s kinda embarrassing like.... at no point am i impressed
off the table: this production would have been so good.... if it actually did anything else or went anywhere. it stayed the same the entire time.... for 4 minutes. also stop letting men on women’s music because it seriously never works. her vocals are really pretty though.
six thirty: i really like her vocal delivery in this... like kinda dropping off at the end and just starting to talk? it’s interesting. also the chorus really had potential because it actually got bigger and more layered and interesting but again with the one lyric ‘are you down’ repeated like 3 times then the chorus is just over it’s like... oh okay
safety net: again amazing verse delivery and melody... IF SHE TOOK IT ANYWHERE it would have been great. and again with the male features... not necessary. the bridge is cool with them both singing but other than that it feel flat for me. 
my hair: that smooth electric guitar intro is everything. and this sound of this song is so good.... but.... am i the only person who kinda feels weird about ariana, a white girl, being like ‘you can run your hands through me hair... dont be scared’ like?? why would they be scared... your hair is straight lol. it just toys with the whole idea of ‘don’t touch a black women’s hair’ for me. idk it could totally be a me overanalyzing thing. but god is she sang about anything else this would be my favorite song. second song i added to my library.  
nasty: if i had to pick one song that was my exact expectations for this album before listening to it it would be this one. the electronic hip-hop beat with the harmonies and vocals, all paired together for a song about her being horny (again), like yeah this all fits. it feels lost in some places though. like some points i feel like i have no idea what part for the song we’re on or what’s happening and we’re just treading water. and another weak chorus with 1 lyric repeated over and over again. (also random side not that intro of her talking reminded me of when she gave that billboard interview and people were mad at her bc she starting talking with an accent even though shes white... like thats what i thought of i was like ma’am you are a rich white theater kid form florida you do not speak like that)
west side: the production in the beginning is so cool? where is sounds like a tape rewinding kinda? love that. but other than that like... no point to this song being included on the album... it’s 2 minutes and it falls flat pretty early on.
love language: this was the one i saw most people agreeing was the best one/most hyped. i expected to be a ballad but it’s one of the more upbeat ones and honestly thank god. a chorus that actually has structure and goes somewhere? wild. good and creative lyrics? WILD. anyway the production is great and reintroduces that kinda 70s vibe from motive but in a refreshing way. really good tie in. third song added to the library. 
positions: i honestly didn’t even listen to this when it came out so i really had no idea what to expect. again the strings and orchestral pairs so well together... one of my favorite instrumentals on the whole album. i 100% see why this was the lead single and i agree with it completely. the most catchy chorus and it moves the song forward WHAT A CONCEPT. also very good placement on the tracklist because it was really refreshing. at this point it kinda started to drag on a little but this picked it right up. it also kinda threw me completely off balance because i was so familiar with the pattern of good verse weak chorus good verse weak chorus, but this is the opposite? weak verses but amazing chorus. forth song added to library.  also i am genuinely curious why it’s the album title? it doesnt really fit the theme of the album but then again one of my complaints is that it doesnt really have a theme to begin with so... 
obvious: the imagery i got when the music came in was like a dark 80′s lounge with dark wood furniture and i loved it lol. the same thing with positions, a surprising and refreshing combo of weak verse but good chorus which was nice. i can see it easily getting me stuck in my head, especially that hook. fifth song added to my library. 
pov: this is the other song off the album i heard everyone generally loved. i would say this has the best theme and story of the entire album. it has an interesting concept that isnt overly used and the whole song is pretty good decent verse and decent chorus. i love the end where she gets powerful and has more grit in her voice and we get more emotion out of her... wish she didnt wait until the last 30 seconds of the whole album to finally deliver with that but sure. sixth song to be added to the library. 
overall i was pretty surprised at how much i enjoyed it? i really expected not to the way everyone was talking about it. i think it is a good album with just some clear flaws, that could have been easily fixed if she didnt rush the album out so quickly. better lyrics and better judgement/deliberation of which songs deserve to be on the album and it would have been so solid. i would give it an overall rating of 6/10. 
here’s my current ranking:
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softsweetsuffering · 3 years
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OC LIST (New)
Trey:
Has an ability to mimic or amplify abilities/powers of others, as well as telekinesis
Was previously part of a group of people who also had abilities, however after mistreatment and other issues within the group, he left.
He's got a good wealth behind him.
Extremely gentle
Handsome ;)
Loves photography
Has lavender hair
Respects all
'Secretly' Plays violin
Lowkey a sugardaddy
Hamrish Benat:
Has four eyes!
Pink and blonde hair
He loves parkour (as in climbing buildings and leaping around in gyms)
Has PTSD (There are two AUS of which I default as to how he obtained it)
Ready to deck a bitch
Trained nurse
Loves teddy bears and fuzzy pink socks.
Also goes by Hami/Hayden
Andy peters:
Strong, kind.
The quiet Big Type, doesn't always talk, but his heart is in good places.
Wishes he could do more
Buff + Tall
Wears a pair of dogtags.
Has red streaks in his hair for the fun of it
Is extremely brotherly to Adrian
is friends with Hami
Adrian Géarán:
Nervous Malnutritioned anxiety filled tired mess
Has emotionally linked fire abilities (does not like having them)
likes to make little robots!
Easily bullied
Missing an arm
Struggles with normal life
Blames himself for Andys death
Looks unintentionally vaguely like Fry from Futurama
Chris:
Leader of a summer camp for kiddos
Huge fan of the outdoors
Loves to garden
Red head with freckles
Healthy!
Good build, a little on the below-average male height
Likes to hike
Loves kids
Strong but pacifistic
Great smile
Surprisingly a little shy around other adults
Bisexual
Himbo energy
Douglas Connelly:
Just a regular chubby guy
His chub is only important because this man gives some of the best hugs, he's like a marshmallow
He is outwardly confident about his size, even if it sometimes worries him internally
He loves music, loves to groove in the kitchen while making snacks
Always open for roommates and new friends (one of his roommates is a hot bartender called Donovan)
A bit awkward but he tries his best.
Tucker:
Badass
Bunny hybrid (ears :3)
White hair
Likes to wear denim jackets
Fast runner
Has had experience working in the force
Izekiel Iris:
Bruised and abused in a facility
Was turned from human into A being of made of Paint (Useful? no. Fun? yes. Rainbow blood anyone?)
Loves painting
Wallflower
Easily anxious
Loves to draw on his own arms
Matthew Libelle:
Aka Matty Very delayed development wise as well as Autistic
Very much a texture lad, soft blankets are his thing.
Doesn't like loud sounds ( who does honestly).
Tries his hardest to function normally but it's hard.
Watermelon colours are his fav. Green hoodie is his fav.
Has watermelon pink hair.
Gale:
Eldritch bab
Was cursed by a group of guys who were messing with magics they didn't understand
Did in fact murder said group of guys and is traumatised by the idea he has become a monster
hears voices
Has Tendrils that have burst out of his back
Has the ability to move from this realm to the Eldritch planes and back. (is terrified of said planes)
Doesn't have a home
Black curly hair- frizzy- shimmers like Slick oil
Shy type kinda, tall Pale. cold.
Kinda wishes he could just go back to normal.
Would really like to eat some fresh warm bread.
Rowan maverick
Was abandoned as a teen
Also known as Rogue/Red.
Lost some of their tongues making them mute
Trained Assassin.
Previously part of a cult
Addict to painkillers (Caused by the mental issues from the cult and the loss of tongue.)
Bad with Physical affection
Could use a friend
Jace
Cop/Ex Cop.
Laid off after an incident
Has a pubby called Otis
Likes the occasional beer
Dad energy
Issac Merewen
Was previously a Teacher - grade 11/12s
Kidnapped and kept Drugged the hell up.
Was given the new name: Jess/Jack. AKA The Jester
Now has Amnesia problems .(Anomic aphasia)
Was stored Cramped in box.
Needs glasses. (Long sighted. Cant see Infront of him for shit without glasses. He specifically likes round ones :3)
Natrually Blonde
He was very inspired by the Chitty Chitty bang bang scene, “Doll on a music box”.
- He naturally has two different coloured eyes :D
-He likes podcast n occasionally audiobooks. Its good for learning/remembering words, and way easier than straining his eyes. Although it is upsetting occasionally when he can remember more of a book/podcast he’s into more than real words or real-life things.
Tyrone Li
Incubus.
Wise, Patient, caring.
Brown tattoos wind up his hips and torso, curling around his chest around his heart, and around his back, flaring at his neck.
Glasses.
Loves plants and flora
Sex lost meaning when he was younger. He wants true intimacy again but he wants to find the right person..
Glamors hide the following features:
Tail, brown that gradients into Green, Leaf like tip.
Horns, curled. (green tipped :0)
Glamors break usually after a certain period of time regardless of feeding, however, during bad situations/fight the body may unglamour to reserve the last of its energy.
Caspian:
Basically immortal but can die (Reincarnations)
Not a pacifist, but not instantly into violence
He was blessed by the Heart of the Ocean (Shes wonderful <3)
Can control water, can do minor healing with water
Can make water bubble/ boil when angry
Glowy veins when powers are active
He has had many many lives
Soft..caring..Doesnt remember alot of his past..
Doesn't know how many times hes died
Doesn't have alot of family or friends
Goes on many adventures
Elio Solren.
Nickname: Sunshine
Good lad.
Is a shapeshifter Dealt with being told he was happy and always upbeat. People leaving or ignoring him whenever he wasn't started building this sense of need to be happy all the time for others.
Lots of struggles with self image. Being perfect. Appeasing everyone. Poor self body love/self body image.
Is scared about The hate from humans about shifters. The jealousy and fear about them being able to hide behind other faces.
Smiles to hide the pain
Punk/hipster vibes
Intricate golden tattoos
Doesn't open up easily
Doesn't like to admit to being in pain
Kotori
AKA Corey
Owl lad!
Bright yellow piercing eyes. But is totally blind. (Face scars)
Loves music.
Plays the uke.. hums..sings sometimes.
Big wings- like barn owl.
Likes to perch in trees
Jeremey Caulfield
Winter baby
Was left bleeding in the snow at some point
Father Lovely old man (John)
Mother died (Ellie)
Birthday December 23h
Blue eyes
Black hair
Russel
Box boy
Glasses
Red hair
Real sweetheart
Really needs more dev ; ;
Jules
Loves tofu n chicken
Touchstarved
Stubborn af
Kicks ass!
Has Sass
Wears binders/sports bras for Lotsa running n such
Black hair big messy pigtails
Dark brown eyes.
Has a navy bear sleeps with it ‘doesn't care’ about it but does
Gymnast/kickboxing. Bandages around hands
Loved swinging bars since being a kiddo
Trampolines!!
Participates in Underground fight ring to make easy money
Sleeps on just a mattress
Has a laptop for study work but she's slowly giving up on bothering.
(She's not one originally but Werewolf Jules is one of my fav things)
Miles
Part mole, part orphan
Lives underground
Very light-sensitive
Is colourblind
Absolute nerd
loves tinkering with things
is scared of humans
very foggy memories of his parents.
Leilah/ Lei
Can make/control shadows.
Owns a Magic skull(Speaks to it)
Lives in the woods
Wears a skull to spook off people from her woods
Has Tattoos that are shadow/absorb shadows
Kinda bad at maintaining friendships
Emotionally Distant
Wears a cloak.
Bao Ketsuyki
Blood magic bab
Short
East Asian.
Pink/red medium length hair
Big pretty red flower scar from blood magic use on her shoulder/ back.
Little bit foolish, little bit reckless.
Has almost died a few times from her magic use.
Oran Audun
Pale
Punk
Irish
Plays Guitar
Writes in journal, occasionally song lyrics, occasionally little messy ink drawings.
Easy to aggravate (On edge) however is trying to learn how to meditate and be calmer
Covered head to toe in scars but still tries to find confidence in himself. He doesn't find it unattractive, but he feels like others have no need to witness his scars.
loves wearing leather/fabric wrist bracelets
Unwelcome hands have used his body as a research object
Very very against physical contact, needs to break into it.
Ray
Social worker works mainly with kids.
Has a Shy guy tattoo.
His family consists of a Good ma, younger sister, and super baby brother
Dad died but dad was good.
Dirty blonde hair, kinda messy
Short, 5’
Socks the pupper is his helpful lil buddy (hes so round and white and fluffy)
Super dad vibes.
Owen
a hockey player n gymnast.
His mother died when he was about 9.
has an older brother who is a bit of a big jock type
quite protective and caring of his two much younger siblings.
ended up in a nasty scuffle though at some point during his more competitive years in Hockey
This leads to following his passion for Gym
Pole vault, the rings, trampoline.
Still plays hockey among mates or strangers on the weekends in the cold months tho
Ends up taking a position as a gym teacher for kids after taking a childhood course since he was so good at it.
actually a really sweet guy
Soft but likes his sport and jokes.
He can hold his own somewhat more than he appears.
has blue tips/stripes in his blonde hair.
He often wears varsity jackets or baseball tees. As well as a couple other sport wear shirts. (A. Good few are from his bro ofc. Free merch)
He's short but he's got a fairly decent build on him.
He's got a surprisingly good tackle if you aren't careful. And a good grip strength.
Nohea
but everyone calls him Noah.
Works at a Boba tea cafe..
likes to surf.
has an Epic board.
Back and shoulders all littered with lines and tic tac toe-like scars.
he's the type to brush off any questions and change topic while smiling. But not super bubbly. Just. Go lucky.
has a few friends who like to hang out at the cafe
Was in a surfing accident that involved a lot of rocks.
Ila
4’8 Soft. Short.
Ready to protect.
Loves to bake!!!
Smells like a vanilla cupcake most of the time
Isn't afraid to fight although isn't trained
likes Yoga ( and yoga pants)
Needs glasses but doesn't wear them (tsk tsk, unless tryign to read recipes)
Dyes hair silver/white
Jake
Homeless
Snake hybrid can transform his lower half from human legs to tail
Also has fangs, and therefore venom
He's got a lot of sass
Can be a bit of an asshole but soft around the right people
Isn't used to kindness
doesn't cry easily
Steals food
Mac Hiato
Also known as Caf
5’6
Very Grumpy.
Very often has bags under his eyes.
Hoodie is life
Insomnia has serious trouble sleeping.
Has nightmares of strangulation
Occasionally sufferers sleep paralysis
Scared of dark- night lights
Owns a mouse called Bean
Does freelancing webdesgisn/coding as job.
Sits like a gay.
Lives on coffee
Minorly Lactose intolerant
Has One bad eye
Neema
Egyptian
Mechanic
Her dad's a mechanic and used to bring her to work all the time
dead mum: which affected her ability to emote.
Works part time at the garage
Dad likes to bring gifts on their small catch-ups that happen every once in a while.
Sheeee. Suffers a bit of resting bitch face.
she's kinda stunted emotionally because she was raised by her dad, who, isn't great with emotions himself being a man's man and all.
She's very much a tomboy gal. Doesn't exactly get dressed up. because she finds it tiresome and not "her".
Also if she did/does have friends the nickname Nemo 100% crops up because it's sadly alll too fitting but also kinda sweet.
She's actually really into cars and mechanics. Which is one of the few good reasons her dad and her are close.
She's hard to get to know, very quiet. And if you're someone who dominates the conversation she won't speak up much, but you'll be surprised to how much she's listened.
Just because she looks tired and done doesn't actually mean she feels that way.
Samson (Lemonade boi)
His name is Samson, but he prefers Sun/Sunny. (Other more affectionate nicknames include Lemondrop and Sunflower.)
He really likes going out to markets and stuff like that, little stalls or knick knack shops to find the odd kinda items.
He also really likes wandering big forests. (Hes got some o that fae energy) He collects various cool stones/rocks/plants from some of them. He also has some small vials from waterfalls and ponds he’s encountered)
He wants to practice magic to become a witch! He loves the candles and rocks and other cool things that come with the craft. (He inherited things from his father)
He really likes loose fitting shirts too, like flowy things, ones with sleeves that drape past your fingers, or has extra fabric on the bottom that dangle down past hips. (Sometimes they come from the ladies section just because they’re softer and have more variety. Others from op shops and other niche little stores.)
He bought a cologne from a witch that looks cursed but the only curse is that it makes the one who puts it on smell like citrus..so not much of curse. (The bottle looks fuckin neato tho)
He looves fizzy drinks. Doesn’t mind his alcohol either, however it takes a surprising amount to get him on his ass despite looking like a serious lightweight.
He’s pretty average in build, bit of muscle in his arms, some fat on his thighs. Slight pouch of a tum (cause no ones flat and thats unrealistic :<)
He’s about 5′4. So not tall, but not the shortest of the short.
He kinda likes to backpack about. Not staying in places long if they get boring. Which means he is kinda jack of all trades when it comes to work, offering to fix things for pay, lots of casual work doing various things.(One of his favorites was helping a little old lady run a paint shop.)
He occasionally snorts when he laughs and tries not to.
He has his ears pierced, and he has a little yellow gemed stud in his nose.
The ring around his neck he found in the middle of a patch of mushrooms.
He has a couple other tattoos. One of them is of bubbles up his wrist :3 He also has some stars on his ankle, and a sunflower on one of his fingers on his left hand.
He’s not super in to gardening but he does have his lemon tree. He also wants to grow some mandarins
His eyes look silver in a lot of lights, but occasionally there’s some strange hints of yellow, and other times blue.
He has freckles!!!! that look alot like bubbles ;)
He has a twin brother called Fraser.
Scrunches his nose
Hides his laughter behind his hand
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royalreef · 3 years
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(( I’m just going to straight up copy + paste the Discussions I had on the MonProm RPC server last night because they’re GOOD. I’m not going to polish them up or anything, just a straight copy/paste, but... Still... It makes my heart soft.
i appreciate it every time someone realizes. "OH, the merfolk tend towards communal raising of children."
they have blood-family but they ALSO have community-family and BOTH ARE INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT.
i dont feel like enough people appreciate nor understand just how SOCIAL merfolk are.
like they are CONSTANTLY noisy and sound like a massive colony of seals for a REASON. in a village where theyre fairly left alone from the kingdom, they'll have a rich social life of complex relationships that are prone to quick change. 
and not in a bad way! very seldom does actual upset happen, and often the community itself will come together to try and resolve it, but its a constantly shifting web of what who-feels-about-who on any given day, with their hypersocial communication coming in to keep up with that quick-changing gossip and relations. they all do genuinely care for and have a particular word for the kind of love they feel for their social-group/pod/group-of-merfolk-term that doesnt translate to english - theyre all just prone to dramatics, and even in being so dramatic, its often viewed as a very fond, good thing that helps keep that social group close and healthy to have playful dramatics with each other. its almost even a form of play to them, without any real danger, and with how their brains are hardwired to easily keep track of every little social change, its something they can really enjoy!!!!!!
its also, in no small part, why the low royals are SO FUCKED UP. theyre systemically deprived of any real way to have social connections, and even when it comes to humans, if you force them to stay emotionally detached from everyone else, it REALLY FUCKS PEOPLE UP. and it only goes tenfold when you get to merfolk, who are even more social than humans, who view isolation as one of the worst tortures you can do to someone! if they dont get the ability to connect to other merfolk, if they dont get to communicate openly and freely with other merfolk, then they quickly get stressed and destructive and just emotionally pent-up to a SEVERE degree. 
its why freshman miranda had such a quick turnaround from "don't even look at me, you don't deserve to know me" to "hi yes i'm crawling into your lap because you gave too much attention to your homework and not enough to me". because she is NOT SUPPOSED TO be so detached from others, but she also didnt really have anywhere to go to or learn how to behave in social situations, and thus ends up overcompensating.
basically being a merkingdom royal is just being in one giant cycle of abuse, which first fucks up your own bodily and instinctual needs, and then sets you up to fuck up your kids bodily and instinctual needs, forever and always, until someone eventually gets the chance to break it
unfortunately, with the merkingdom so far, the "breaking it" often involves entire bloodlines getting wiped out for good and in horrific ways
and its also why i say, if you're getting a good end with miranda, then the merkingdom has to be wholly dismantled. these issues are systemic. putting a new layer on paint on top of it won't fix it, you have to get rid of it.
and also why most of the revolution is just changing people's views on the merkingdom. it doesnt matter if you kill the king if all the other parts of the merkingdom remains. there will be another king that'll grow back. its only a matter of time. miranda knows she is replaceable, and the same goes for every other royal, including the king himself.
its also why the first step to a good ending with miranda is literally just. making her realize she's been abused. because YEAH. YEEEAAAAH THATS HARD TO DO WHEN YOU LIVE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE IN AN INTENSELY ABUSIVE SITUATION ISOLATED FROM EVERYONE ELSE AND SURROUNDED WITH PROPAGANDA AND GET PUNISHED FOR THE SLIGHTEST RESISTANT, IMPLIED OR OTHERWISE. 
and she has an emotional investment in not questioning it, because it's literally all she's ever known. even without the severe physical punishment she'd get, she'd be effectively jumping out of a moral plane without a parachute and blindfolded. there's little to no emotional safety net for her when her entire worldview gets shattered. 
(and its also why she needs to have friends and loved ones around her to help her steady herself when that happens)
but YEH. most merfolk are just inherently playful, caring, loyal croc-fish-cats who will befriend literally anything, are slow to anger much less violence, just want to chat with each other and sing and all share in a truly mindboggling amount of unique foods.
legit i think theyre one of the species most eager to not only adopt other species and raise as their own, but also are most willing to fall in love with other species like humans or other monsters. 
the merkingdom is NOT their natural state.
the first time someone else's muse gets invited to just a random commoner merfolk village, theyre going to be almost immediately adopted into the community and p much SHOWERED in food and merfolk both wanting to play with them and just chat with them. theyre curious, and they dont mean harm, they just wanna take care of this new friend and learn all about them.
i mean what else did you expect from a species so social they evolved a truly stunning set of vocal chords to communicate over many nautical miles and sing to each other in many different voices at many different pitches - who still take it so far today that a major concept in their architecture is making buildings that'll produce sound as the currents turn through them, so that entire cities become song?
who are so universal in needing stuff to chew on, that having chewy stim toys is just a normal and accepted part of their culture? who can eat such a wide variety of foods and have the digestive system to handle it all, that they all intrinsically know the importance of it? who evolve complex visual displays in lights and with their fins just to display to each other? who go to massive lengths to avoid getting in fights, for fear of both hurting the other and for themselves getting hurt too? 
they're just animals, like you or me. and like animals, they arent born bad or evil. they're just born to try and survive, and nothing ensures entire groups of both themselves and others who can help them survive and survive happy and healthy like caring for each other.
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chocojjk · 5 years
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Heaven Knows
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summary: im not even gonna try, yall know im bad at summaries 
words: 2.7k
a/n: this forreal took me 6 hours i think im burning out ,, also guess what?? its not edited 
you were chilling in your best friends dorm room without him being there, which is honestly just a normal thing
jisung was out with his friends which means he wouldn't be back for a while
apparently they needed to talk to him about something important
“an intervention, they said,” jisung says chuckling
“What would you need an intervention for??”
“I honestly have no clue”
which left you here, all alone, completely bored out of your mind
laying there in his bed scanning his room for something to do when something shiny on top of his desk caught your eye
with the amount of times you've been here before, you have never seen this object
and so your curiosity got the best of you
you walked over and saw that it was a CD, written on it were the words “for you” and a badly drawn heart, the messy handwriting clearly belonging to your best friend
you chuckle at this
you never knew jisung could be this cheesy
turning on his computer, his screensaver, which was a picture of the two of you, lit up the room
you see, you and jisung have been childhood best friends
your parents were best friends which just means that you guys saw each other all the time
but dont get me wrong, they never forced your guys’ friendhsip
the two of you just got along
growing up, you would always be by his side and him yours
you didnt trust anyone as much as you trusted jisung
inputting in the CD, his honey-like voice started filling the air
“hey, its jisung, haha, of course you know that since ive already given this to you”
you let out small chuckle, clearly enjoying how worked up your best friend sounded
you cant help but feel guilty for invading his personal space
but c’mon, it was you and jisung
personal space is a myth when it comes to the both of you
and so you continued to listen
“umm, ive been meaning to tell you this for a while but could never find the words to do so , so uh,, i-i made you a CD with all the songs that makes me think of you”
‘how cute’ you thought to yourself, ignoring the rising jealousy that you were feeling in the pit of your stomach
wait what??
pshh, youre not jealous
why would you be jealous??? he’s just your best friend
‘im just disappointed that he didnt trust me with this,’ you told yourself
yup, thats all, just clear and utter disappointment
jealousy? we dont know her
plus, you had a very loving boyfriend
“ok so this first song is just how i feel whenever we’re together, this is better together by jack johnson”
and as the song filled your ears, you can't help but imagine that this CD was for you
keyword: imagine
jisung has made it very clear that he only saw you as his best friend, heck, maybe even as his sister
you think back to the day where you joked around of a possibility of the two of you
“ji, what if one day you become my boyfriend”
“hahaha y/n, that’s a weird joke”
“why is that so weird??”
“uhm because were just best friends” he replies, stating the obvious
and ever since then you have pushed the thought of you guys as a couple in the back of your head
never allowing your feelings to surface for the boy
your thoughts were interrupted when you heard your best friends sweet voice again
“ok remember when your first boyfriend broke your heart? well this song pretty much sums up how i felt the whole time, and every other time you get in a relationship.”
“I could treat you so much better than them, you know?”
“why can't you see that??? haha,, anyways this is Better by Gabe Bondoc”
damn, whoever this girl was got jisung whipped as fuck
you started wondering who she was and how come jisung never told you about her before
was she part of your friend group? did you know her?
whoever she was, you hoped that she’d wake up soon and realize what a catch your best friend is and that she would have to be the dumbest person alive to not love him back
“okay uhm, were halfway in this playlist now. sometimes i feel like you feel this way too, but i don't know, maybe i'm just being delusional. this is Friends by Ed Sheeran”
okay so clue number 1, this girl is definitely good friends with jisung
what the fuck han jisung
who is she
“if they find out would it all go wrong and heaven knows no one wants it to,”
you dont know why or what happened, but when you heard that line of the song, you cant help but release all the bottled up feelings that youve been hiding
yes, you were in love with your best friend
yes, you got into relationships as a way to get over him
no, it never works
because every time you were left with a broken heart, he was there to piece it all back together
he was there wiping your tears, holding you, singing you cheesy love songs
he was there with his bad jokes that always brings a smile on your face, making you happy, making you whole again
jisung was always there, and you cant escape him
and now as you listen to a playlist not made for you, your heart begins to break
surely if this was for you, he would have given it to you a long time ago
just the mere thought of jisung caring for another girl besides you hurt your heart
you decided that it was time to stop
you scolded yourself for even listening to it in the first place
and so you took the CD out, and put it back where it belong
a couple minutes later, jisung enters his room, seeing your figure seated in front of his computer, your head rested on your hands as your shoulders shook slightly, a sign that you were crying
“hey, are you okay?” he says grabbing your hands, making you look straight into his eyes
“shh it’s okay, im here,” he continues, pulling you into a warm hug
and you can't help but be mad
why the fuck was he being so sweet to you when he’s in love with someone else
han jisung, this is not fair, not fair at all
and then you realized that you were doing the same exact thing
you pushed him away from you, which caused him to stumble back, hitting the desk behind him
“I-i have to go”
“y/n??”
running out of the room, jisung tried to chase after you however,,
“Woah woah woah why are you in such a hurry?”
chan and minho
“I-uh y/n just ran out and i-”
“y/n again?, jisung didnt we just talk about how you should see her less,” minho exclaims
“Yeah, this really isnt healthy for you jisung, you really should stop pining over this girl,” chan continued
“guys, shes my best friend!”
“Ok and she obviously doesnt wanna talk to you if she ran away, dont force yourself in places where you dont belong or youll just get hurt in the end,” the older guys continued
“I-”
“were just looking out for you jisung,” chan finishes
and so with his head drooped down, he made his way back into his room
and then he noticed it,,
the CD
‘fuck fuck fuck’
A million thoughts were racing through jisungs head
he was sure that you've heard it, why else would you react that way when you saw him
god, he should've never made that CD in the first place
was he that much of a coward that he couldnt just tell you he was in love with you in person
and now you know and obviously dont feel the same
‘Great going jisung, you just ruined your relationship with your best friend’
---
its been 3 days and there hasnt been any contact within the both of you
you ended up breaking up with your 4 month long boyfriend
“Its because of jisung huh?”
“i…,”
you racked your brain for a different excuse but then decided to come clean, this boy has always been so sweet to you, the least you could do is be honest with him
“how’d you know?”
“I see the way you look at him y/n, its like youre looking at millions of stars, i always hope you’d learn to look at me that way”
“are you mad?”
he gives you a sad smile, “no.. not at you, i always knew this would happen”
“im really sorry hyunjin”
“Its okay, i wish you and jisung all the happiness in the world”
“thank you,” you reply even though you knew that it wasnt going to happen since he liked someone else 
meanwhile, jisung has locked himself up in his room
he was ashamed of himself for making that playlist
his friends have been asking him to hang out yet all he can do is mope around listening to the stupid songs that he has added and cringing at how dumb his voice recordings sounded
he missed you so much but he was so scared to reach out to you
3 days might not seem like a long time, but with you and jisung, 3 days felt like a whole year
Im not saying that you guys are always glued together, no, thats not the case
But you guys would always text each other
Sending each other memes throughout the day
But now the both of you was just left with silence
It really allowed you both to think
he figured you hated him and never wanted to see him again
So he never expected you to knock on his door
“chan, go away, just leave me here to cry”
“errmm, its not chan”
,,,
,,,
jisungs eyes nearly popped out of his sockets as soon as he heard your voice
and in one quick second he was scrambling to open his door
“you were crying???”
“no”
“whats wrong?”
“nothing, im glad youre here”
“umm, why wouldn't i be?”
“I-i just thought that after the other day, you wouldnt-”
“about that” you say, quickly cutting him off
*gulps*
“can we talk?”
“arent we doing that right now?” jisung jokes but as soon as he saw the nervous expression on your face, he shut his mouth and let you in , closing the door behind him
‘oh god, shes gonna tell me that she never wants to see me ever again’
“im sorry-”
“I didnt mean it-”
“what?”
“what?”
the both of you having confused expressions written on your faces
“You first,” you say
Jisung nervously scratches the back of his head, refusing to meet your gaze
“the - the cd, i,, i didnt mean it” he says but the way he slightly bit his lip afterwards was a clear indication that he was lying
did he forget that he was your best friend? there was really no point in lying to you
however, you just chose to ride along with his little lie
“oh, well then i guess that makes what im about to say easier”
accepting the fact that you were about to break his heart, he nods at you, urging you to go on
“Jisung, im in love with you”
“its okay that you don't like me back, we can still be best friends -- wait...what?” jisung replies quickly, ending his prepared speech
You looked at him, stunned at his sudden confession
“You're in love with me?”
“You like me ??”
damn both of you guys are so dumb i sWEAr
“Well,,,, yeah,,,, didnt you listen to the CD? I literally say your name in it”
(⊙ˍ⊙)
(⊙_⊙)
(@[]@!!)
“WHEN???”
“After the last song,” he says, like it was the most obvious thing on earth
“I-” you make yourself over to his desk, looking for the CD
as soon as you found it, you plopped it into his computer
“really y/n???? Youre gonna listen to it right in front of me as if i havent been embarrassed enough” he says with a pout
“jisung shuT UP”
you fast forward to the part where you left off of  
“this next song is called Wait for You,, im sure you know this song as we always sing to it toegether, but yeahh ill always be here waiting for the day to come when you finally notice me”
The song begins to play yet you fast forward even more in rapid search of your name
“and, well this brings us to the last song,, god, i really hope you dont hate me right now, if you haven’t guessed by now, im in love with you. I dont know when it started or how it happened, maybe ive been in love with you ever since we were three, i don't know okay. But yeah,,, i fell in love with my best friend, god this is so cliche, but y/n l/n i love you”
you were shocked,,,
but at the same time, you felt like you can finally breathe
he loves you back
Han Jisung fucking loves you back
god reader, if you just stayed and listened until the very end, maybe this au wont be so long my brain cells are disappearing writing this
jisung wasn't making an effort to say something, not even to joke around
he was just sitting on his bed behind you, waiting for you to do something,, anything
we all know by now that he aint going to be the one to make the first move
the last song playing was the only thing that could be heard in the room
until,, you finally turned to face him, wearing the biggest smile on your face
you tackled him unto the bed
“oof”
“you're so annoying,,” you say, hitting him
at this point he has his arms around you as you were sprawled out across his body
“I love you too,” you confess, looking straight in his eyes
jisung doesn't know where he got his newly found courage
But he wasnt complaining as he reached out to your face, finally connecting his lips upon yours
“Ive been wanting to do that for so long”
“Why didnt you?”
“Well, you had a- dklfjasfkasjf,,,,, wait,,,,,, you have a boyfriend???”
And now were back to frantic jisung
“dont worry ji, i broke up with him,” you say a small smile on your lips
“wait, you broke up with him???
are you dumb????
He has like the prettiest face???
And like the nicest lips??
And hes so tall and he can dance so well!!”
“Jisung, if i didnt know any better, i would think you have a crush on him”
“shut up, im just saying,, that man is pReTTY”
“yeah youre right, he has everything i want in a man, maybe i should call him again, tell him i was just kidding about the break up” jisung pouts at this
“uhm, im sorry but you have a boyfriend now so you cant do that”
“oh really?”
“yep”
“who is he ??”
“y/nnn,,” jisung whines
“what?”
“will you be my girlfriend???”
“as long as you make me more CD’s” you say teasingly
“oh shut up”
1 year later
you and jisung are still going as strong as ever, and it was great
it was like you guys were always meant to be together, your relationship being the perfect balance of best friends and lovers 
as you were cleaning out your bedroom, you spotted the CD, still looking as shiny as ever, in between a couple of your books, and you cant help but smile at the memory
you were so lost in your thoughts that you didnt notice your boyfriend enter your room
“babe whats that?”
“oh nothing, just a certain CD that this overly romantic boy made me,”
“oh god, youre never gonna let that go huh”
“I just didnt know you could be THIS cheesy, like you really were symping over me” you say
the CD became an inside joke between the two of you,,,
you would always tease jisung about how cliche it was
“I still cant believe you didnt listen until the end, like what kind of dumbass just starts a playlist and doesnt even listen to the whole thing”
“hey!, youre the one in love with me, so guess whos the bigger dumbass”
a/n: oops another one but the last song is called Best Friend by Jason Chen hehe
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Valentine's Day Asks: The Prime Numbers
Wow! I dont know why i didnt see the notification for this one but ok, alright ah
1. do you have a crush on anyone?
I guess so? There are people who Stand Out to me and i call them crushes in my head sometimes but mostly I just want to be friends with them. Like I dont usually get dizzying sweeps of emotion for someone, physical or romantic, but I do get an urgent and baseless desire to hang out with them... maybe take a walk or invite them to get ice cream. So like if we’re on the same page about what I call a Crush on my emotional scale then yes. Theres a couple people.
2. what’s your favorite candy?
I like lemonheads and i will eat them until im sick of them if given half a chance. I also like snickers now because theres peanuts in it so i get to pretend im making a healthy choice
3. favorite love song?
Slow Boat To China, any version but specifically sung by Bette Midler and Barry Manilow. You know, like, just the corniest possible version? Partly for nostalgia, because it was one of like three CDs i remember my mom playing all the time when we were just kind of around the house when I was little. It also has the distinction of being the first duet I learned the words to (though as far as im aware none of my friends know the lyrics... i dont think ive ever actually sung it with someone) and it’s probably gotta be the one that gets stuck in my head the most. Right down to the dumb banter in the middle (“Bette, I didn’t know you felt that way about me.” “I don’t. I need a piano player.”)
I also like “Somewhere Beyond The Sea.” I think, as a general rule, that if there are boats in the words to a love song I will probably like it.
5. what was your last kiss like?
Meaningful
7. do you prefer poems or love letters?
Ahhhhhhhhhh to read or to write? I like writing poems because I think they’re... easier honestly? Writing is so hard, identifying your feelings is hard. Having some constraints makes writing easier, and a rhyme and cadence makes it flow. Besides, it’s more musical that way so I think for me it feels like a more natural expression of love. I do well with more structured expression, and not so much with making just raw, unrefined feelings known.
Not to say writing poetry is easy. It’s less difficult than a love letter, sure, but there are still potential pitfalls. If i make a metaphor that makes me think of science, the rest of the poem WILL be just an extension of the metaphor that gets more and more didactic until I’m just telling you science facts.
11. dinner dates or brunch dates?
Dinner dates. I decided that before i came up with a reason why. I think the reason is that an evening engagement means I have something to look forward to, or be nervous about but then i have time to mentally prepare myself. Whereas morning, even if it’s not “early” morning, I feel more stressed about getting there on time and then afterwards theres a whole rest of the day where i either have to get somewhere after, or its just this unstructured uncertainty. Dinner, youve already done the rest of the day, so you can be present without worrying about what you gotta get to after.
13. favorite perfume/cologne?
I... dont know that ive ever noticed a perfume or cologne and felt it was applied tastefully, because i think if it is insubtle it defeats the point. That said, if it’s actually well applied so that it’s less an overwhelming cloud that trails comically behind people you pass in the quad and more like when someone sits down right next to you om the couch and you get just a hint of their shampoo or conditioner, to the point where maybe you didnt even consciously notice it before but now you say “oh, you’re the reason ive been craving ice cream, you smell minty” if it was only that subtle then i think im generally fond of more smoky incense-y smells like sandalwood, or roses but i am picky about rose fragrances, so it has to actually smell just like fresh roses or i wont be able to overlook that the smell is not roses. I have this friend who went to my middle school, and we were very into scents and making potpourri and things. At the time, his grandma had a hand soap that smelled exactly like roses, it was delightful and he said as much and I said that it sounded amazing but I’d have to take his word for it, but then the next time he visited her he came back with a little jar of it for me just so i could smell it, and he was right, it smelled just like roses. Actually forget the roses, it will make me think of the hand soap and as lovely as that is I dont want to give anyone vying for my affection any reason to feel like they’re in competition with someone, or something. It’s not a competition. Learn to coexist with my memories, because you’re not going to fight my nostalgia and win.
17. what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear?
If you’re wearing something knit or embroidered that you made yourself Im definitely gonna want to talk to you. Also if you’re wearing really comfy looking cargo pants but thats probably because i want to know where you got them so i can get some for me.
19. snow, rain, or sun?
Sun because people will take a walk with me
23. what’s your dream wedding like?
Dont have one but if i did its in a forest or at least a grove of trees. Mostly small gathering, family and close friends. I have a dress for the vows i guess, just because ive seen a lot of Say Yes to the Dress so thats how ive generally pictured it, (which i only really do when im watching Say Yes to the Dress), but ive got comfortable shoes, and im gonna change into pants asap after. We probably do some corny thing thats kind of an inside joke. Each of us has a Best Man or equivalent, who carries a sword — we joke that this makes it a “traditional” wedding, though beyond that it’s really not meant to be. It’s mostly simple, though maybe have a little extravagance or two, like a chocolate fountain, because how often do you have an excuse to have a chocolate fountain. I tend to wander off from other peoples weddings somewhere in the middle, at some point i just get a little overstimulated, and the amount of people that will likely be invited makes this probable. At the reception, when the families and friends are singing and dancing, i probably quietly excuse myself to my spouse and drift away, finding a spot in a tree where i can still hear the music and the laughter from a distance. I am joined not long after by my spouse (and the thought is strange, and even then i cant quite wrap my mind around that word yet, the commitment it implies) who knows where to look for me, and who perhaps pulls a leaf or two from my hair as they join me on an adjacent branch. We sit quietly together for some time until it seems appropriate to rejoin the festivities, as it is our wedding after all, and the slow dance is coming up, and we will spend some quiet time later when everyone has gone home. It is nice, the dancing, and as tired as we are we still drift around the dance floor among loved ones long into the night.
I dont know if this is like... how i intend my wedding to be. Like i said i didnt have an answer going in. But now that im trying to imagine it, this feels realistic.
29. are you single?
Yup!
31. guitar or piano?
Piano. First of all because i am better at piano than guitar and second because you can do duets on one piano
37. do you like to dance?
Aw hell yeah!! I would call myself an... Inexperienced dancer, but if a song has a good rhythm or even if it doesnt and i am full of energy i WILL be moving and twisting and you ARE welcome to join me
41. favorite soda?
I usually go for lighter ones like orange or sprite. I found Lime fanta at a gas station once that tasted like green jello and it was good but ive only seen it maybe twice ever.
43. favorite ABBA song?
Gimme Gimme Gimme always gets me on my feet, and ive listened to it probably the most because it’s on my “Dates and Times Playlist” (the first line says ‘half past 12’ and then the chorus says ‘after midnight’ so its in with a collection of other midnight songs. Any time i hear any of the others i get this one in my head as well. Thatd just how it is.)
47. do you think about love a lot?
No
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* dicks the only adopted one. * the rest aren’t. he can’t say he’s proud of some of his... rapports. * he met jason’s mom when she worked for wayne enterprises. she was sober at the time, interested in him, and he was young and needed something to do. he didn’t know she was pregnant. he thought he’d been careful. * cass’s mom he met at his martial arts classes. they sparred together, and he admired how she was better, stronger, and faster than him. one thing led to another. he’d been careful then too. * tim’s mom was more an accident than anything. they’d been drinking at a fancy party, ended up talking, talked their way into a private room, and oops. he was a little less careful that time. * damian came later. his mom drugged him. he doesn’t like to think about that one. * dicks parents were murdered when he was 8. he didn’t even talk to him that night, just stared into his reddened eyes. he began fostering him 4 months later. * jason, after his mother od’d, found notes his mother wrote detailing who his real father was. he showed up at WE, all however tall 9 years olds are, waving letters in faces until he got an audience with him. he didn’t even take a paternity test before he claimed custody. * tim, bless his 4 year old little heart, walked up to him proclaiming the man was his father. no one genuinely knows how he figured it out. he was 4. how did he know. no one knows. not even tim. * cass was taken into cps after workers at her daycare reported bruises on her legs to the cops. no one knew where her mom was, and literally some random dude was watching over her, apparently doing a terrible job. bruce w. was listed on her birth certificate as her father. no idea how that got past the hospital, but he claimed custody of her as soon as he was informed of her existence. * damian’s mother dropped him off at the doorstep. literally. she rang the doorbell after he was born, placed him on the steps, and drove away. he didn’t even see her go. * dicks 13 now. he’s a freshman in high school, since he started 5th grade a year early, and he does competitive gymnastics. he’s very talented, and everyone’s very proud of him. he’s got too many friends to keep count of. they’re all “the redhead.” * jason’s 11 now, in 6th grade. he does soccer and gotham theatre. he can’t sing for shit, but he’s a cute little actor. he’s a little too aggressive at soccer. his room is basically made of books at this point. * cass is 6 now. she likes first grade, and he’s got her in ballet. she’s very quiet, but not shy. extremely cute. * tim’s 6 too. he’s in the same grade as cass, but not the same class. tim was very upset about that. cass really didn’t care. he does some computer stuff in his room a lot. no one knows what hes really doing. he should probably go outside. * dami’s a baby, like a year and a half or something. he just sits. sometimes he cries. he’s already speaking words, so turns out he’s ahead of the game. good for him. * tim and jason have tried to murder each other multiple times before. that’s important to note. * dick and dami are best friends. Also important to note. * cass is too cool for the rest of them. she just kinda gives them a look and they shut up. very useful. * dicks starting to dress like a softboy. he doesnt know what that is, but jason does, so he’s very concerned. * somehow they all ended up with brown eyes except for dick, who isn’t even biologically related. weird. * tim’s met this new boy, duke, who he’s pretty sure spends more time at their house than at home. he’ll have to look into that. also, he doesn’t have a dad, so he’s a little bit suspicious about that. who knows. * he’s pretty sure dick is bi. he keeps talking about boys in a way he’s never heard a straight person talk about boys, or are teenage boys just like that. he should probably give him the talk soon, or is it too late for that. * jason does cass’s hair. his specialty is little pigtails. adorable. * dami won’t wear anything that doesn’t have footies. * tim keeps trying to steal his coffee. that can’t be healthy. * dick seems to think it’s fun to steal the golf cart and give him a heart attack. * there is never a time where jason is not wearing a bandaid. he might have an infinite supply of bandaids. * he really needs to shave. * why does tim thinks it’s cool to wear his socks. some of them go up to his thighs. it is not fashionable. * damian is disgusted by bananas. cass loves bananas. it works out. * also damian refuses to eat the mcdonald’s provided to him. it’s getting annoying. * cass has cut her own hair. not with scissors. but with a knife. guess what movie inspired that. * dick grew his hair out once. now no one in the family is allowed to have hair past their shoulders. * jason keeps making fun of his all black wardrobe. * cass and damian will both roll across the floor completely unprompted. it’s almost as annoying as dicks random flips down the hallways. * tim refuses to go to bed before 10. he might actually be a 16 year old trapped in a 6 year olds body. * jason’s proud that he’s only almost burned the house down one time. one is already too many. * he has been ganged up on before. cass dropped dami on his face, tim pulled the covers off his feet, dick pulled his socks off, and jason licked his foot. he still doesn’t know what they were trying to accomplish with that. * dick seems to be anti-park now? * cass and tim took the door off jason’s room. he probably deserved it. he’ll put it back on eventually. * dick tried to swing dami on the chandelier. he’s not allowed to babysit anymore. * jason stabbed tim with a pencil for throwing his copy of where the wild things are. tim’s forearm will never be the same. * dick and jason incorporate walls into their games of ping pong. the sound will never leave his head. * cass decided she was going to build her own pool in their backyard. like they didn’t already have one. * jason is almost as tall as dick. he’s pretty sure dick cries about that. * damian has and will attack with chubby baby hands. they can perform serious damage. yet another thing tim will never recover from. * he’s never having sex again. he’s too scared to at this point.
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