#how do i ask people if i can make them a playlist without seeming weird
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“i can fix him” mentality but it’s just me wanting to make him a playlist
#i want to study you in a lab and make you listen to fevers and mirrors by bright eyes and occasionally feed you little pieces of cheese#how do i ask people if i can make them a playlist without seeming weird#plzzzz bro i want to make you one so bad you're so strange and fun
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his teammate + lando norris x part thirteen
In which you find yourself getting closer to your brothers new teammate who's a dick.
lando norris x fem!verstappen (sister) + cursewords + smut
masterlist - playlist
“I really need to get some air,” you say to Lando and Layla, “I uh, I will see you later.”
Before either of them can react you’re already walking away. You almost run through the crowd from the night club to get outside. You need air. Fresh air. You know that you don’t have all the information, but at this moment it’s enough for you. Lando ignored your messages, made no effort to find you tonight and all because he’s talking with an ex. Maybe not an ex girlfriend, but at least some girl he used to fuck regularly.
When you’re finally outside you’re quick to find a bench on the street. You take place on it and let out a big sigh. In what sort of mess have you gotten yourself? You pull out your phone and notice that it’s filling up with notifications from Lando. Multiple messages are coming in. You already feel drenched, but still you start to read them.
Lando: babygirl where did you go to?
Lando: she doesn’t mean anything
Lando: tell me where you are so I can explain
Lando: babygirl?
You don’t reply to his messages. You need time to think about everything that happened. What does Lando mean with his text? She doesn’t mean anything. What is that saying? You feel yourself getting panicked. What if Pierre is right? Could it be that Lando is still sleeping around? You don’t want to think about it, you know you should trust Lando and you really try to do so. But he’s making it so hard for you tonight.
You think back about last weeks. He never gave you a reason to distrust him. Not once. Then why are you this quick to run away from him? Maybe it’s because you haven’t talked about everything that happened between him and Maisie yet. You should talk about everything she has said when you spoke her. Lando needs to tell you what’s true and what isn’t.
When a girl takes a seat next to you on the bench, you don’t even realize it at first.
“I told Lando that you’d probably rather hear it from me right now,” the girl says suddenly. When you look at her you realize that it’s Layla. Without the people around her and the colored lights from the club, you notice how beautiful she is. “Since it looked bad,” she continues to speak, “and Lando is drunk and will probably make things even worse right now.”
Make things worse? What can he make worse? Your mind shifts to the worst case scenario’s.
“What do you mean?” You ask Layla.
“Lando wasn’t flirting with me, he didn’t want to take me back to his hotel or anything like that,” she tells you, “and I can promise you that he’s a total different person then when I saw him last time. A year ago.”
“He wasn’t?” You ask.
Layla simply nods. “He was apologizing.”
“Apologizing?” You ask even more confused.
“I know this sounds weird,” Layla tells you with a soft laugh, “but he has gotten it into his head to apologize to every girl he has hurt. Apparently one of his exes showed up in his drivers room and acted all crazy? He’s trying to protect you from that I guess.”
“Promise?” You ask her, “It was really that?”
She simply nods and takes your pink to intertwine it with hers. “Pinky promise,” she says.
After that you take your time to talk with her. Layla tells you about her and Lando. She had sex with him a couple times - “He didn’t even take his time with me, I never came” - and was around him for a bit of fame now that she was honest about it. Lando always told her that it would be a just sex thing with no strings, which she agreed onto. Last formula one season was the last time she saw him. He didn’t plan to meet her here tonight, but they walked into each other.
“I swear I didn’t believe him when he told me he was dating somebody,” Layla tells you laughingly, “but then he started to apologize for how he treated me and everything. I haven’t spoken that long with him, but he actually seems like a whole different person.”
You show her a small smile.
“You did a good job with him,” Layla tells you, “I always knew there was more to him then this player bad boy type. You brought the real him back.”
“He did it himself,” you tell her shyly, “I didn’t do anything.”
“He did it for you,” Layla interrupts you, “I know you didn’t tell him to change and deserve you, but he decided that he wanted you and that he needed the best version of himself to get you. You’re a lucky girl.”
Before you can respond to Layla the boy you’re busy talking about shows up himself. Lando is quietly standing in front of Layla and you. He looks at you. He looks nervous.
“This is my sign to go,” Layla speaks up while she stands up from the bench, “It was nice meeting you y/n and Lando thanks for the apologies. Everything is forgiven.” With those words she walks away, leaving Lando and you alone.
“I overreacted,” you confess to Lando, “I’m sorry Lan, I shouldn’t have thought like that without asking you first.”
“And I should have reacted to your texts and found you before her,” Lando tells you, he takes a place next to you on the bench. He wraps his arm around your body and pulls you close to himself. “I was so surprised to see her that I forgot about the rest,” Lando adds, “and maybe I should have introduced you different to her.”
“Can you take me back to the hotel?” You ask Lando.
“I can’t drive, but I can fix us a cab,” Lando jokes before pulling out his phone.
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The following two weeks are hard on you. Lando is busy with simulator work and apologizing to every girl he can find. That means your Instagram is full with photos from Lando and those girls. Every time you open Instagram some gossip account has posted a new photo from Lando with another girl. You’re constantly reminded of how beautiful the girls all are. They are always influencers with a lot of followers, models or strangers who still look like they should be a model. You trust Lando, but you’re missing your time with him.
And you’re having a hard time with the fact that it’s still not official between the two of you.
Y/N: when are you back?
Lando: patience babygirl
Lando: I’ll be back in your arms in no time ;)
Y/N: what’s no time?
Lando: depends how tomorrow will go
Y/N: i miss you
Lando: i miss you too
Messages like that are almost getting too familiar to you. Sometimes you wonder if you can actually do this. You thought it would be easier. Sleepless nights are nothing new for you lately, you can already guess that tonight will be another one. Hours you’re spending awake while doubting everything. Is it supposed to be like this when you’re not even officially in a relationship?
You let out a sigh. For the tenth time you turn yourself around in bed. You miss Lando his presence next to you right now. It would be much better if he was laying here with you. He doesn’t even need to say anything, just him being here - next to you - would solve everything right now. You scroll on your Instagram. Of course the first thing you see is a new picture from Lando with a girl. Why did he decide to apologize to everyone? You can’t stand the idea anymore. Mainly because there are so many girls.
Slowly you feel your cheeks getting wet. You didn’t even realize you were crying. A couple tears roll down on your cheeks. Before you know it, you’re sobbing as well. Fuck what a mess. It’s not like there’s anything wrong between you and Lando. There’s no fight or anything like that. You just miss him and you have the feeling you have so much to talk about with him. And all those girls he’s with aren’t helping. You know he means well by apologizing to them, but you’re done with it.
You hear a soft knock on your door. It’s probably Max. He has been worried about you the last days. Of course he knew before you even realized yourself that you weren’t great at the moment. You wipe away some tears and try to look a bit more positive before answering.
“Come in,” you say.
When the door opens you’re taken aback by surprise. It makes you only cry harder. You have no idea if those tears are from happiness or sadness anymore.
“Babygirl?”
Lando rushes inside your room when he sees your state. He is fast to close the door and kick off his shoes, before he sits down on the bed next to you. Without saying anything he takes you into his arms. Softly he caresses your back. He presses soft kisses against your face. He can taste the saltiness of your tears. It hurts him to find you like this. He expected the opposite. He thought you would be happy when he entered your room after barely seeing each other lately. But it seemed like he only made you cry (harder?).
“What’s wrong baby?” Lando asks you softly.
You don’t react at first. You try to, but you can’t get a normal word out. The only sounds leaving your mouth are sobs at the moment.
“Take your time,” Lando tells you. He presses another kiss against your head. This time at your forehead. He presses you against his chest.
“We.. we,” you try to say, but again it’s mostly sobs, “we uh, we really need to t.. talk.”
“Talk?” Lando asks you confused. This is something he really didn’t expect. The words sound bad. Why do you really need to talk with him? Is there something wrong? He knows he wasn’t around as much the last two weeks, but he tried to make amends with multiple exes and was busy with simulator work. “About what?” He asks further.
“Everything,” you cry out.
Lando starts to feel nervous. This sounds bad. You try to calm yourself so you can properly tell Lando what’s on your mind. In the mean time you notice Lando his confused - and nervous, looks. Fuck, this isn’t what you wanted.
“I can’t stand it anymore,” you tell Lando honestly, “I missed you like cray and all I see are pictures from you with exes. I know you’re apologizing, but I don’t want to see all those pictures every time.”
“I’m doing this for you babygirl,” Lando states, “What if there’s one who’s crazier then Maisie? What if they will search you out? And it’s helping me to better myself. Otherwise I never deserve you.”
Those words make you cry again.
“Stop,” you sob, “stop bettering yourself for me.”
Lando looks confused at you.
“You’re more then enough,” you tell him, “and I need you to realize that.”
“I’m more then enough but when I try to surprise you I find you crying about me,” Lando mutters, “Then I’m doing something wrong. This can’t be more then enough.”
“It’s,” you try to explain yourself but you can’t find the right words. “Fuck,” you mutter, “I don’t know how to explain.”
“Explain what?”
“How I’m feeling,” you sigh.
“Fuck this is what I meant,” Lando says, he raises his voice a bit. “Look at what I caused,” he continues, “you’re a crying mess because of me.” After saying those words he stands up. He walks away from your bed. “I know what you’re feeling,” Lando sighs, “and you don’t have to say it or explain it. I understand. I’ll leave you alone from now on.”
After hearing those words you’re quick to stand up as well. Before Lando can take another step, you grab his arm. “Stop,” you tell him, “Stay here. I don’t want any of that. I’ll try to explain myself, but please stop thinking so negative about yourself.”
“What do you want?” Lando asks you confused.
“You Lando, I still want you and that won’t change anytime soon. I want to know why we aren’t official yet. I don’t want to miss you as much as I did last weeks. And I really want you to stop fixing things with all those girls. I really can’t stand all those pictures.”
Together you sit down on your bed again.
“We aren’t official yet because I didn’t dare to ask you before I fixed everything about myself,” Lando confesses, “There are girls who will hate you for being with me because of what I did to them. Every fan will think that I use you. And I can’t offer you everything you deserve, like a nice family in law.”
“I don’t care about all that,” you tell Lando.
“After Max found out about us I asked him permission to make it official,” Lando confesses, “and now I’m doing some sort of shit tour to fix problems from my past. After that I was going to ask you. I have planned it out already.”
“Stop planning it and start doing it,” you state, “I don’t want any grand gesture, I just want you Lan.”
“You want to be my girlfriend?” Lando asks confused, “Even when everyone will have an opinion about us?”
“I thought you didn’t care about opinions,” you say confused.
“I don’t, but I do care about you getting hate reactions because you’re dating me.”
“I don’t care about that,” you sigh.
“I still won’t ask you,” Lando states. You can’t help it and let out another soft sob. “I have planned something great for tomorrow, then I’ll ask you,” Lando continues.
“Promise?” You ask Lando hopefully.
“Promise.”
The rest of the night you spend in your bed with Lando. The two of you talk about everything that happened lately. Lando told you about all the conversations he had with exes. The one would forgive him on the spot, others would still hate him. You told him multiple times that he could stop with his apology tour. “I’m glad,” he said eventually, “because some of those used me even more then I used them.” You told him about everything that was upsetting you. Finally you talked about everything that happened with Maisie. Lando could confirm to you that almost everything she told you were lies. You’ve told Lando multiple times that he deserves you. Things finally felt alright again. That night you slept like a baby. You were finally back in Lando his arms.
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The following day Lando kept his promise. He took you out on an amazing date - in public. The two of you spend some time walking through the streets of Monaco before he took you with him to a luxurious restaurant. It was located on a small boat. You have never eaten that well somewhere. After that you walked back to Lando his apartment, which he transferred into a romantic place.
There were candles everywhere and he even sprinkled around some rose petals on the floor. There was a giant bouquet of roses waiting for you as well, together with a small teddy bear who was wearing a mini LN4 shirt. The cutest teddy bear you have ever seen.
Then Lando finally asked you the question you had been waiting for. Of course you didn’t even let him finish and said yes. It’s finally official. The same night he posted multiple pictures from you two on his socials. Captioned with ‘still don't know how I pulled this off, but so fucking glad i did'. It was his first own Instagram post in years.
You have never been happier.
The following race week Lando made sure that everyone who didn’t knew already that you were his would know by now. After finally getting his deserved first place, you were the first one he searched for. He ignored Christian and ran right up to you. You don’t know how many people watch the race, but every single one of them saw Lando running up to you to kiss you.
that was it everyone! thank y'all so much for all the interactions <3 next story will be out soon!
#lando norris#lando norris x reader#lando norris x y/n#lando norris fanfiction#lando norris imagine#f1#formula one#ln4#lando norris imagines
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Radio Silent (Uni AU P. 10)
tw - mentions of abuse, themes of anxiety, general insecurity
The night fizzles out the way you expect it to, disappearing without a word to your friends in the diner, letting your new, yet reluctant friend, drive you home. You'd simply deal with Shadowheart when she got back to the dorm.
Just as Astarion said, he's gone the next morning, but the two of you text quite often. He finds it easier to talk to you through pixels on a screen, where he can pretend like you're not this very real person who knows far too much about him. On the plane ride to LA, he doesn't sleep, which isn't odd for him. Instead, he thinks about the past couple of days and how you've wriggled your way into his life, into his head. Instead of trying to put his feelings into tangible sentences, he makes a playlist while waiting the hours away and catches up on some much-needed reading.
Thursday comes around, and the group is pissed at him, as you expected them to be.
"Damnit, he's the reason we picked my lunch break to do this during anyways! You think he'd at least stick to plans like a reasonable individual."
"Gale, it's not like he chose to go on a spur-of-the-moment trip to California. It's a work thing, not in his control."
You almost sound a little angry when the words come out, knowing that he's probably going through some hell that all your friends don't know about. Gale picks up on this sentiment, and leaves the conversation at that, mumbling something about how they'll all just update him on the project details later. Indeed, you all talk in the group chat with him about plans for the upcoming assignment, which he sporadically responds to. Although, he always responds to your texts, even if he ignores the group chat. Astarion argues with himself about it in his head, trying to reason with himself, saying things like 'it's just because the group chat is overwhelming.' For how good of a liar he is, he's not good at lying to himself.
Friday morning, he goes radio silent, which you're not concerned by at first. He's busy, probably busier than you've ever been in your life. Yet, he had made time to text you since Monday night. It starts to worry you when Saturday and Sunday both pass with nothing new. You hold yourself back from asking if everything's alright, knowing if something is stressing him out it's probably better to just let him deal with it and get back to you. And yet, you don't talk to him until he's back, and you're not even the first one to hear that he's back on campus.
"Oh yeah, I saw him in the elevator earlier. Tried being nice like you said, I even waved! You should be proud. Doesn't seem like he appreciated it though."
Shadow rolls her eyes, almost covered by her bangs that she desperately needs to trim. You're not sure exactly why, but you rush to his dorm room, knocking frantically. It's Monday night, which is surprising. You could've sworn he said he'd be back Tuesday morning, but maybe you misremembered. The door creaks open.
"Oh, hello Tav."
Astarion's eyes are weary, which you chalk up to not being able to sleep on the plane.
"Hello? You haven't texted me since Thursday, what the hell? I thought you like died or something."
"Nope, not dead, very much alive. Got wrapped up in some work affairs over the weekend, fashion people can be quite dramatic. Either way, I apologize. I'm still quite new to the 'having a genuine friend' thing."
"Well, how's your arm?"
He scoffs.
"It's... it's fine. Weird to have someone ask."
At this point, he's opened the door and let you in. You're welcomed to a sight of half un-packed luggage and a stack of leather binded books on the coffee table.
"Holy shit Astarion, did you rob a bookstore while you were in California?"
"Nope, all from the library. Missing out on a week of school when you're a senior here comes with its disadvantages. For example, I have had no time to work on my thesis essay, and I've barely even unpacked from the trip itself. Although, I did snag this."
He takes out a garment bag that has been carefully finessed to fit in his suitcase without wrinkling whatever is hidden inside. His fingers nimbly move to unzip the bag, revealing a white faux fur coat.
"Now, do I wear too much white? Absolutely, but passing up on this? I could never."
You almost feel bad, not knowing anything about clothes or what makes them cool, but to your credit, you know it's a nice coat. He slips it on, happy with his latest thievery.
"Well, what do you think? Is it stunning, or is it stunning?"
In that moment, while you're about to make some quip like 'go look for yourself, you realize he has no mirrors in the dorm, not even in the bathroom that you've only ever caught a glance of.
"I would say look for yourself, but you don't have any mirrors. That's shocking."
"Well, I had the one in the bathroom removed. Guess I'm just not particularly a fan of reflections."
"How come?"
He stares at a detail on the sleeve of the coat.
"You get tired of seeing your face after a while."
"Well, I think it looks fabulous, and so do you."
"Wish I felt just as fabulous."
He lets out a small laugh, shrugging his way out of the blinding fabric. There's something left unsaid in the air, you can feel it as he goes to hang up his new treasure.
"What really happened this weekend?"
Astarion tenses, almost dropping the hanger he so delicately placed the jacket on.
"I... I'd rather not say. I know I told you a lot the other night, but there are truly some things best left as skeletons in the closet. Maybe in time, but not today. I can't today."
"That's okay. I was just worried, that's all."
"Funny, I'm so used to people prying all the time. It's pleasant, getting to have secrets when I talk to you."
He comes back out into the living room.
"Would you like to stay for a while? You don't have to help unpack or anything, just be here."
"Sure, as long as you don't mind. And I would gladly help you unpack. Besides, you have a master thesis to get back to."
"I suppose I do. Thanks, I won't forget this."
"What, like you need to trade some favor back or something? Because that's not necessary."
"You're too nice for your own good."
The pale man puts some soft R&B on, and the two of you go ahead and start putting all his things away. Although, he doesn't let you handle any of his nice clothes. You learn that the hard way when he bats your hand away from a pair of very expensive jeans.
"They're just jeans, I promise I won't taint them!"
"Yes, they are just jeans, but they're also 800-dollar jeans, and I am not risking it."
You continue to ask him about various articles of clothing, what shoots he took them from. He remembers every single one. Although, he does skip out on some details, brushing past parts of his tales without a second thought. You don't mind though, knowing it's probably just things he isn't ready to talk about. At some point you become distracted by the stack of books on the nearby table, and start looking at all the titles. They're all related to ethics, morality, or philosophy in some way, but particularly focused on the psychology of abusers and the abused.
"I thought you weren't a philosophy person?"
Astarion's voice almost makes you jump, taking you out of reading the back of one of the books.
"Is this what you're doing your thesis on?"
"I mean I'd like to, but I'm still not sure. Feel as though the head of the department will be surprised when I present it to him."
"How come?"
"Because I've always made my projects, lifeless, I guess. I've always written and studied by the book, never touched on emotional topics. Just don't want people asking questions."
"So, what specifically are you going to look into?"
"The philosophy of abusers, how power imbalances change our moral codes, that kind of thing."
You lightly place the book back in the stack.
"I think you should do it. If anyone asks, just say you were curious about it."
"That's true, I am known to be quite curious. Now, are you going to help me with the rest of this, or have you given up?"
The night passes by too fast for his liking, as the two of you talk while he prepares for the week ahead. It's past midnight when you finally check your phone, seeing that you've received a couple of cheeky messages about your absence from Shadow.
"Is it late already?"
Astarion checks him phone as well.
"Perhaps it's time for you to go get some sleep darling. After all, not everyone is as extreme of an insomniac as I am."
"Yeah, I guess I should probably get back. Happy you're back though, and that you're okay."
Without really thinking about it, you go for a side hug, and make your way to the door.
"See you tomorrow?"
"Sure. See you tomorrow Tav."
And his smile is warmer than normal, knowing there's something to look forward to after a torturous night of barely any sleep. Maybe opening up to a single soul isn't so bad after all.
#baldur's gate 3#astarion#baldurs gate astarion#astarion x reader#astarion x tav#angst#comfort#shadowheart#gale of waterdeep#freshiau
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I don't generally do personal posts on here, for various reasons, but I don't really have anywhere else to put this so, since this is the throw your feelings into the void website, feelings under the cut
This time last year my dad died. And it fucking sucked. And it has continued to suck. I wish I didn't know that when you plan a funeral for someone who didn't have a plan, you fight because the only person you want to ask these questions you can't. I wish I didn't know that coffins are incredibly heavy when held at waist height but weirdly light on your shoulder. I wish I didn't know what it feels like to be heart-hurt for an entire year with no reprieve.
I am not religious. I'm not particularly spiritual either. I don't know if it would help with all the nights I've laid awake this year wondering where he is. How can a person just be gone? I know what death is. That doesn't answer my question. I feel like it would be easier to bear if I could have one phonecall just to say hey, I hope you're okay. I know it doesn't work like that, and that's grief.
I feel too young to have lost a parent. It's agony knowing I'll never speak to him again. That he has another grandkid he will not only never meet, but never knew existed at all. Some days are a litany of he will never drink coffee again. He will never feel the sun again. He will never tell me to make sure my doors are locked because he didn't know how to say I love you again.
I am fundamentally changed in a way that I don't really understand and don't know how to navigate.
I wish I didn't have to put this here but my sisters can't talk about him without crying. Other people get uncomfortable because it's been a year so I should be silent about it now.
I talk about him more in every day life. I tell people oh yeah, my dad loved that. Oh yeah, my dad taught me that. I talk more like him. I tell people I love 'take it easy' when I leave them instead of goodbye, like he did. It hurts me to do it, but it hurts me more not to.
The other day I found a playlist I'd meant to burn on a cd for him because he loved to listen to music in the car, but refused to learn about streaming. Realising I'd forgotten felt like losing him all over again.
He died at work. It was sudden. No illness or indication. I've spent the last year debating with myself whether this was a better way or whether I would have preferred a long illness and a chance to say goodbye. I don't know what he would have preferred, but I do know the last thing he heard was my sisters voice and the last thing she heard was him laughing so really, what else can I ask for.
I am a naturally secretive person. It's my biggest flaw. I haven't told mostly anyone, about his death or how much I am struggling with grief. I've been difficult and more reticent than ever before. More absent whilst appearing more visible. Some people left, and that's both deeply understandable and very okay. Some people stayed, put up with my disappearing for weeks, my seeming disinterest or my brief but intense bouts of attention. All my love to them.
It's weird how quickly everyone's life returns to normal, meanwhile I'm just walking around blown apart and not acknowledging it. So this is me acknowledging it.
My dad died last year and I did a little bit too.
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hi hi!! hope you’re doing well :]
i was wondering if you could just do some general Mhin hcs? nothing in particular i just haven’t seen much written about them and bby needs some more love
thank you and have a wonderful day/night :]
YES OMG, tysm for this ask because I love Mhin so much—definitely think they deserve more attention—WHICH I SHALL DO MY BEST TO PROVIDE (also ty I hope you have a wonderful day/night too :D)
Again, hopefully these haven’t been done before—my memory sucks and I consume a lot of media so I might accidentally repeat stuff I’ve seen 💔
ALR LES GO
Warnings: None I think
General Mhin Headcanons
Plays the piano- OKAY HEAR ME OUT-
Imagine Mhin playing the piano, maybe because music helps them express their emotions better-maybe I’m just projecting but Mhin seems to have a harder time expressing how they feel through words(twins??) so they turn to music.
And maybe they also play music because it calms them down, and helps them stay grounded. Also it just paints such a pretty picture and I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH
LIKE IMAGINE THEM PLAYING FOR U
Okay I’ll move on because I’ll probably become feral if I think about this too much
Ahem ahem
Had two pet cats—named Nyxia (meaning night sky EEEEEE) and Estella (star- or divine strength)
Like maybe they’ve always fed strays, and one time they even adopted two that followed them home.
One, probably Estella, was white and fluffy—and Nyxia was all black and silky.
Mhin is a cat parent, and now all cats flock to them
NOW SPEAKING OF STARS
Mhin LOVES STARS—and is interested in astrology
Before they became a hunter or before everything went downhill for them, it would’ve been rlly cute if Mhin was studying astrology and was RLLY getting into it
Like they’re such a nerd for the night sky and space and constellations and it’s SO CUTE because they’ll talk about this stuff for HOURS if people would let ‘em
I would let them 😇
Alr Alr Alr next one—
Unlike fellow Touchstarved LI—Mhin can cook.
Like they don’t usually have time to cook something extravagant—but when they do—Omg their meals are TOP TIER
They know how to spice things JUST right, and make the best desserts (though be careful—these are packed with sugar and sometimes are overly sweet)
They also cook special animal-safe food for the cats. Cute lil fish treats.
AWWWWWWWW
Okie this one is inspired by the Love Quiz thing and Mhin’s results.
Loves Spooky stories and exploring said spooky places—they have a weird love for the genre and ghost hunting too
They also come up with the best spooky stories and they tell them with the most deadpan expressions so no one ever knows if they’re true or not 💀
OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY SO
Definitely the type of person that would randomly hand you a pretty rock that reminded them of you. (Without saying it did- you just get a random rock and look at them like “Thanks? 😳” ) you return the favor by handing them random mushrooms and snails
They do this for anyone they like. Kuras has a nice little collection of rocks in a secret drawer
Though they love cats and cats love them— BIRDS, are another story
Birds and Mhin don’t get along (A slight hint at their monster form but also because CROWS KEEP STEALING THEIR PRETTY ROCKS)
Perfect person to explore with, THEY LOVE EXPLORING. And since they can slide into the shadows and waltz around without being detected most of the time—they know a LOT of places, and definitely more secret exits and entrances(they’ll show you them at some point)
EEEEEEEEEEE
ALR, WE ARE DONE
Tysm again for the ask !! Mhin is just— GAHHHHHH
I think they’re my second favorite LI, RLLY EXCITED FOR THEIR ROUTE OMG
They are just such a nerd but can also kick ur butt and I just think that’s cool.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed those! And have a wonderful day, listen to a playlist full of your favorite songs, do things that make you happy, and get a bunch of fun compliments! (When the Sun’s missing from the sky, flowers turn to you instead !! 🫶 hehe, there I helped with that one- OKAY BYE NOW LOVE U)
#touchstarved headcanons#touchstarved#touchstarved game#touchstarved mhin#ask response#thanks for the ask!#answered asks#virtual novel#mhin
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So the kdrama podcast that I used to like so much that I used to subscribe to their Patreon did an episode on Chicken Nugget today.
If you're not into kdramas and/or you didn't watch it, it's a fun little show about a woman being turned into a piece of chicken (not really a nugget but that was the English translation) by an alien machine, and the ensuing adventures of her father and her father's employee who has a crush on her as they try to get her back into a human body.
I was surprised that these particular podcasters were going to cover it, because they generally don't tend to like anything that's much beyond the boundaries of mainstream and acceptably normal. But they seemed to be excited about it and to be willing to actually give it a try, so I decided to listen to the episode.
Yeah, two of them only watched one episode and the third was the only one to finish it, and they were pretty mean about it. Despite asking people who liked it to not be mean to them.
Just personal rambling under the cut.
Then they talked about humor that they do like, and apparently one of them thinks the trope of the show's main couple doing a contrived fall and their lips meeting when they land is supposed to be funny? I've always thought of it as an awkward trope that's a product of trying to show physical attraction and contact in a very conservative culture.
Then they mentioned three shows as examples of humor they like, and I was like oh wow we are completely different and I'm not sure how I listened to you guys for so long without realizing this.
They mentioned Hospital Playlist and Reply 1988, which are by the same creative team. We haven't watched Reply 1988 but we did watch Reply 1997 and the first season of Hospital Playlist, and we were like oh, okay, these people make neurotypical shows for neurotypical people, we don't need to check their shows out anymore. To me and the spousal person, they were extremely boring shows about large groups of neurotypical extroverts socializing with each other, and we didn't get it or enjoy it.
They also mentioned the "banter" between the main couple in Wedding Impossible, which....yeah. We finished it last night and IIRC the spousal person said he'd put it in the "meh" category. Not in the worst shows we've watched but on the lower end. The posts in the tag cover how the gay character was treated pretty well, and the main couple themselves were nonsensical and weird to us. Like why suddenly decide to separate for a year when you were ready to die for each other after one date? None of the dialogue stood out to us, and all I can remember right now is the main dude, who at the time thought the main girl was engaged to his brother for real and not as a beard, telling her that he was going to seduce her? So funny, so smart. /sarcasm
Anyway, yeah, I was correct to unsubscribe from their Patreon and I should probably unsubscribe from the show too. I'll give them a few more episodes though. Plus if nothing else they do provide an interesting view of the thoughts of middle class neurotypical white women about kdramas.
Also an interesting view of where the stereotypical idea of marriage in posts on here comes from, from people whose parents are like the podcasters. Their husbands don't watch the dramas with them or talk to them about the shows much, and two of them shared stories about their husbands being injured and they laughed about it and how upset their husbands got because they didn't seem to care much about their injuries and how they were frustrated because the injury interrupted their drama-watching?
I sent one episode to the spousal person to listen to once a while back and his first reaction was "Do they actually like their husbands?"
Hmm. So on one hand it's interesting social information gathering about types of people that I am not around often IRL but who I encounter a lot online, and on the other hand I can feel myself becoming a hate-listener and I do not like that at all.
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all you get from love (is a love song) [chapter four]
summary: As Chinzhilla’s long-suffering manager - with a long-standing crush on the lead singer, no less - Tinn has had his fair share of odd responsibilities and weird requests. But when Gun asks Tinn to join him on a series of pretend dates so he can learn how to write a good love song, he’s pretty sure this will be his most challenging task yet.
a/n: This fic is set in a canon-divergent universe where most of the show’s events (at least, up until episode six) took place, except Tinn and Gun never admitted their feelings for each other. Fic title is from the song All You Get From Love Is A Love Song by the Carpenters.
preview:
“People always make space seem so romantic, but I don’t really see it. Or…maybe it’s just me that’s not very romantic. If I were, then I wouldn’t need to try so hard to write a love song.”
“It’s not going well, huh?” When Gun nodded, Tinn hummed in sympathy. “What do you have so far? I still don’t know much about music, but maybe I can help.”
“I added a bunch of songs to my playlist - and I do like them - but none of it feels like…me.” Gun pulled out his phone to show him. Tinn nodded in recognition while he scrolled, as a number of songs were the kind his father liked to play at home. “Maybe…”
“Maybe…” Tinn echoed when it seemed like Gun wasn’t going to say anything else. “What?”
Gun shifted again, this time into a kneeling position. He placed a hand on Tinn’s leg, his eyes soft and imploring. “Maybe you could tell me about your crush. I don’t need their name or anything, just…I don’t know. Tell me why you like them so much.”
Tinn’s breath hitched. He supposed it would be easy enough to brush him off - contrary to popular belief, he was capable of saying no to Gun, difficult as it was sometimes - but Gun was clearly frustrated with himself, and that wasn’t something Tinn could ignore. Still, Tinn wasn’t confident he could describe Gun honestly and sincerely without Gun realizing it was him. After all, he was smarter than most people, Gun included, gave him credit for.
“It’s…kind of hard to explain,” Tinn said carefully. “I know why I love him, but I…I’m not sure how to explain exactly how he makes me feel.”
“Oh.” Gun’s expression had suddenly become impossible to discern.
(read on ao3)
#my school president#my school president the series#msp fic#tinngun#tinn x gun#guntinn#gun x tinn#myfic#long post#this chapter is slightly angsty but in a good way (i think?)#sneaking it in right before the new gemfourth song tomorrow!!
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hello, hello!! if its not a problemo, could i get a matchup for the MCU ? i am a bisexual capricorn, using she/her pronouns,, and my mbti is istj ‼️ i tend to stick to the shy part of the group, but i can be loud too, once I get comfortable with the people im with, and when loud, i do curse like a sailor,, and me and my friends do swear a lot on each other, but its all done out of fun,,
and i do sometimes snap at people when im mad, even if i try not to, sometimes its super hard to stay quiet. once i snap, i start yelling and then i just regret my words/actions,,
my hobbies would include reading (specifically books based on reality (love the godfather series) or romance (especially the angsty ones)), maybe studying if that counts? cause that's all I seem to be doing everyday, cooking (i love to decorate my food!!) and drawing and listening to music!! i do daydream a lot while listening to music
one of the things i hate is when i have to clean up after somebody (don't get me wrong, i do love to clean!! but,, just my stuff) or when im in a room with a lot of mess. sorry, but that just makes me distracted and unable to focus,,
speaking of that,, its sometimes super hard for me to focus and i do have to redo my things or re read something to understand, and the world can just become super overwhelming in a matter of seconds. i do have some fidget toys that help me, but i sometimes bite at my fingers and break the skin a lil' (to sort of get myself back to reality??)),, andd uh,, i am a bit clumsy, so often i do find some scratches/blood on myself without even knowing ?
and id say my love language is physical touch? i am a bit touch starved and hug people as a greeting,, id just like myself someone i could depend on and someone who would not judge me no matter what weird things i do/say,, and someone i could spoil rotten 🤤
thank you so much in advance!! hope this wasnt a bother jshhwhehdbd have a great rest of your day!! 🏃♀️💨 ((sorry if there's some grammar mistakes,,))
Definetly! And it wasn’t a bother, I really love writing
Your MCU match is…
Wanda Maximoff
Wanda’s also shy at first so she’d have no problem with it
Suprised by the fact that you cuss at first, but as long as you don’t cuss at her out of anger, she’s totally fine with it
She sometimes does the same with snapping out of anger
Wanda knows that you regret what you said later so I feel like she wouldn’t take some of them that seriously, but it would indeed kinda hurt her
She doesn’t really read, but would love it if you’d to her sometimes
Buys you books that she thinks you might like
Wanda isn’t real fan of studying so seeing that studying is your hobby really suprised her
Compliments you about how smart you are
Cooking? Hell yeah count her in! She likes to cook, but only sometimes
Wanda has a full acess to any kind of playlists and songs so she’d definetly like to listen to any kind of songs with you
She’d probably notice the fact that you hate cleaning after others immediately so she’d probably tell you to leave it there and tell the person who’s responsible for it to go and clean it
Feels bad that you’re overwhelmed so she’d ask you if you want her to help you by using her power to help you make you stop feeling like this
If you’d decline, she would totally understand and ask you what can she do to help
Always patches you up after you get acidentally hurt and mybe scold you a little for it
Her love language is also physical touch and words affirmation
Gladly hugs you gently back
Considering she only had her brother most of her life, she’s also touch starved so prepare for cuddles at night and random hugs from behind
Loves to hold your hand
She isn’t really the type of a person who’d spoil you all the time, but she definetly would do it sometimes
Random kisses on cheek
Wanda is very protective towards you and if someone hurts you, she’s willing to go full Scarlet Witch on them
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I really hope this was okay 🫶😅
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sometimes i wish i had never asked you to hang out with me
i wish you would have just said no instead of like getting my hopes up.
i wish you hadn't lied about things too when you finally came back.
i spent about a week hyping myself up before i actually like asked.
i honestly thought i was going to throw up like every single day before then.
i'm a little surprised i didn't after i did even though i was actually pretty proud of myself for actually going for it.
it's odd to feel like that is now kind of like the best and worst day that i can remember in a very long time.
it took a few weeks to sink in before it felt like the worst.
and then a few months before it hit me in the face.
i think that is part of what's made it so hard for me to like let go of all of this.
why? i want to know why you did everything like this?
you could have just told me you changed your mind.
i know that's scary. i know even saying no is scary.
but i was VERY scared to even ask.
doing the scary thing a lot of the time is the right thing.
i still cannot bring myself to really be upset with you.
i miss seeing you around here. even if you never messaged me again i would be so happy just to see you posting.
i like seeing the things you like, or even the things you dislike, seeing your thoughts and feelings and things.
i wonder sometimes what you thought of the new mitski album.
i wonder if you listened to the new beach bunny album.
i wonder what you're reading right now, watching, playing.
Are you excited for tears of the kingdom? what version of pokemon are you going to get?
i feel so messed up.
i really wanted to be someone that mattered to you.
for a while i thought maybe i did.
i wanted to be close, really close, maybe even some day your closest friend.
maybe that's selfish of me.
you said a lot of really sweet and kind things to me.
we had some really nice interactions.
i was feeling really down and lost and everything around me was crumbling and you were just so sweet and kind to me.
you made me feel special and like i was worth something to someone
and now that's just gone without any real explanation, probably no closure, and you probably don't even think about me.
i feel like such an idiot. i've thought about you every single day since december.
i don't even know what i'm doing. i just have A LOT weighing on my chest over this and i just want to maybe just get it out there somewhere.
i'm really tired.
today's been draining. i have to hang out with someone tonight and i'm already tired from it.
don't get me wrong, she's nice but i don't know, she's just a real big try hard and wants to be an influencer and all that and it's just such draining energy to hang out with someone who's putting on a face for an audience all the time.
every time i end up doing something like this it makes me think about you, how i wish i was giving you my energy instead.
i would gladly give you my time and energy and i feel like a lot of the time i'm wasting it on other people.
i don't relate with a lot of them, even though they're nice and all that, i just wish it was you instead.
i have a couple of friends that i do enjoy hanging out with but it's just i feel so often there's people who i'm just wasting time with.
i think about the song geyser a lot when i think about that.
there's been a few hands that have beckoned. i turn them down.
my heart's not into it.
it's really stupid right?
you don't even know.
you have no idea how much of a devoted friend you have just waiting here for you, like a dog.
i made you a few playlists.
i wish i could give them to you.
sometimes i feel like they can say more than i can put into words.
or at least blurt out.
i did blurt out some things to you but it's so withdrawn and i held back because i didn't want to seem weird or crazy.
i have promised myself though that if i ever get the chance, i'm going to say the things i've wanted to say.
i mean beside liek here just embarrassing myself.
i know that this is such a misunderstood thing and i hate explaining it to people because i feel like there's a lot of misconceptions.
i've had someone tell me that i'm not being honest with myself or whatever and i've been bullied from feeling or expressing or whatever about you.
i do feel a lot of heartbreak.
i had really hoped we'd be able to be closer and it looked like we were going to finally walk down that path or whatever.
but now i'm here by myself wondering why you chose to do things like this.
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Since it is one of my favourite fics (as in the ‘you hate me’ scene has rooted itself like a boabab in my mind as one of the most hurt/comfort things I’ve ever read) I am going to ask for lore about ‘The Weeping Siren’/‘Blodig Skog’.
P.S. I really enjoyed the lore about Stygian.
OKAY. so this is like the FIFTH request I’ve gotten for the Weeping Siren. SO. I finally managed to pump this all out. IT took LITERALLY 3+ hours. @stars-and-darkness asked for this as well as long with several anons.
If there is a scene I didn’t go over that you want me to, put the chapter number and the scene in my ask box and I’ll go over that as well.
Thank you for your interest <3
Here we GO.
LORE FOR THE WEEPING SIREN <- link to story
VERY LONG LORE.
The Weeping Siren has a Pinterest board , AND a Spotify playlist
the characterization of Sif and the Warriors at the beginning was based on a fic I read that I cannot find the name of, where the warriors were actively trying to gaslight Thor into thinking Loki a terrible person.
THIS FIC -- What the Woods Did Bring by GoodForBad -- and THIS FIC -- Over the Edge by j-mercuryuk -- were a HUGE basis for the plot of the Weeping Siren. I highly recommend reading them even if they're unfinished. FF.net has an app, my dears, and it is fantastic. No ads, you can download stories, and they keep a detailed history of every fic you read.
Yes, I am aware that the offical Norwegian translation of blood forest should be blodskog. Google translate told me bloody forest would be blodig skog, so that's kind of just what I went with.
Also the blodig skog means the bloody forest
originally Prince Tjan and his hearty crew were meant to be possessed by the Weeping Siren and take the Warriors and Loki to her. Things...didn't work out that way
This was the original first chapter outline, as you can see, it's VERY different from where the actual story started: (highlighted where the fic starts now)
font used for the story, finish date. I do not use Georgia anymore. You cannot convince me to upon pain of death, I hate it so much, lol.
total page count in Google docs: 195 (probably closer to 220 because of how weird Georgia is, discounting the bonus chapter from Frigga's POV)
actual date I finished it, without edits or the bonus chapter from Frigga's POV.
October 4th, 2019.
CHAPTER ONE:
The story originally started with Prince Tjan arriving on Asgard. I hated it so much. I feel like I started this story in all the wrong places at least four or five times.
"Everyone knows that whatever blossoming romance between Loki and Princess Sigyn that had started when Alfheim came for its last peace treaty nearly a decade ago was squished when Loki smashed his fist into the High Princess's face for still undetermined reasons. Princess Sigyn, unlike the legendary patience she's famed for, had retaliated by tackling Loki to the floor."
^^^ I have no idea what this incident was.
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"Loki is barely of age now, getting him killed or captured by the whispered creature of Vanaheim's forests is something Sif thought a mother would actively try to avoid."
^^ not even two pages in and we're already heavy on the foreshadowing. Lol. I can't remember if this was intentional or not, but I imagine so.
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I've had a few people point out to me how this doesn't make sense that Frigga's hair is blonde. She dyed it to fit in with Asgardian culture better.
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Thor has social skills. Thor knows when to keep his mouth shut. thor is a prince. Thor can keep his thoughts to himself until he's in the company of his friends. THor has --
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Loki's opinions getting discarded or loudly talked over is a very common theme in this. Even by Thor.
CHAPTER TWO:
“ Sif wakes up stiff and in a foul mood. “ -- I mean let’s be honest with ourselves, she’s kind of in a foul mood for half the fic.
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“Exaggeration, Loki does sleep, but in all their time spent together, Sif has seen him do it very little. He seems to find the challenge of running off of as few hours as possible exhilarating. Maybe he thinks himself above such meager things, she doesn't know, doesn't care.“
^^^ for the duration of this fic, Loki has bad nightmares. It causes a lot of sleep deprivation.
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OH MY GOSH WHY AM I USING SO MANY ITALICS. STOP. STOOOOOP.
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“The table is chipped around one edge, as if someone took a hard swing at it, but the rest has obviously been scrubbed down hundreds of times.”
^^direct reference to this scene in Elementary season 5, episode 10:
“...one of the legs was loose, but uh, I fixed [the table up]. Refinished it. You can hardly recognize it, can you?”
“...in a seventy eight year old murder I was trying to solve.”
someone beat someone else’s head in with a knife, leaving chip marks.
If you guys are beginning to notice that Elementary is referenced a lot in my fics, you are right! I love this series so much.
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“They aren't sitting together. Both their gazes are lifted up, hands still, and there's that gleam in their eyes that reminds her of last night. Sif realizes almost dully that it's not just Prince Tjan and his guard that carry that...thing about them.”
^^^ One thing that I never really found a place to explain and kind of disappeared half-way through the fic is that the Weeping Siren did enchantments on people. She would bend them to her will and this is why everyone seems out of it. She enchanted all of Ju into giving her what she wanted or looking the other way. Both of these people were parents of two of the missing children and they were enchanted to give their kids to the Weeping Siren.
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“Well. That's good to know now. A warning before hand would have been better. She'd been half hoping that the curse was an exaggeration.“
Dude. I forgot how much Sif drives me absolutely bonkers. YOU DIDN’T EVEN ASK FOR LOKI TO TELL YOU THE BLODIG SKOG HAS ILL EFFECTS. WHY DO YOU JUST EXPECT--
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This is literally
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“ The food tastes hot, as it always does on Vanaheim, and she bites at her lip, quietly longing for Asgard's familiar spices “
^^^ I based Vanaheim’s food off of Mexico’s and Asgard’s off of England. So what Sif is tasting is Any Flavor At All. Actually, I based a lot of Asgard off of England because it is funny to me.
The history of the nine realms can probably be described in this sentence: “Knock Knock, It’s Asgard.”
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I am pretty sure this was an accident that it doesn’t say “It takes almost ANOTHER full five minutes”, but I’m not going to fix that because it’s very funny.
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^^^ THOR HAS POLITCAL SKILLS THOR HAS POLITCAL SKILLS THOR
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^^^ the Weeping Siren’s enchantments. She was actually whispering to them.
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“ Scared that a Frost Giant will jump out and eat you?" One of the men in the guard asks, and Sif flicks her gaze up to find him in the crowd. No one sticks out. Her cheeks flush some anyway. “
^^^ Vanaheim and Asgard, I feel, have very similar political views on things given that Frigga is from Vanaheim. This includes their view about Jotuns. However, in the Blodig Skog when Loki is taken by his aunt and uncle, given that they grew up about the same time as Frigga, they know that Jotuns aren’t evil which is why they didn’t care.
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“ The Blodig Skog let them go. She doesn't know how she knows that, only that she does, and it unsettles her. “
“It took them days to find those tunnels. Thor wandered for months with madmen. The forest let them go. There's no other explanation. That wasn't them. “
“Thor shrugs. “My mother’s unrivaled persistence. my father’s tracking spells? Perhaps the Blodig Skog wanted to let you go.”
The Weeping Siren chpt 2, The Blodig Skog chpt 2. The Weeping SIren chpt 8.
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“ Loki hesitantly speaks up: "Prince Tjan, perhaps...we have had little success in our endeavours thus far to find the creature. I'm no stranger to sedir, if you would, perhaps, let me attempt a tracking spell, I could—"
Prince Tjan's drink smacks down on the tabletop, splashing mead over the rim. "Absolutely not! You'll get yourself killed like the other arrogant muttonheads who thought they could outdo the Blodig Skog's enchantments."
^^^ The reason they are so adamant against Loki using magic is, again, because they are enchanted by the Weeping Siren. She knows how effective using magic would be inside the Wood, so she does her best to not encourage that. If Loki had used a tracking spell to find the kids, he probably would have been successful.
Of course there is the initial “the forest drives all the sedier-weilders mad” thing, which WAS A THING when I wrote the first one, it’s just that in THIS INSTANCE it was the weeping siren trying to scare Loki isn’t stopping.
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“‘So did they!’ Prince Tjan counters angrily, ‘I know the woods.’“
^^^ I know the woods, is the Weeping Siren directly speaking here. not Tjan. Wow I did a horrible job explaining this, with retrospect. I mean, it did kinda vanish away, but Tjan was absolutely possessed by this point.
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"This has nothing to do with showing off, cousin."
Sif's eyebrow lifts slightly. "Isn't it always with you?"
Thor kicks her foot under the table, and Loki glances at her.
^^^ this is the only time Thor defends Loki in the story from the Warriors verbal attacks and that makes me sad. :/
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Captain Yan leans forward, resting his clasped hands on the tabletop. "Tell me Master Fandral, how much do you know about tracking spells?"
Fandral's lip twists, "About as much as the next person. Once you've started you can't stop looking for the thing, unable to rest, unable to eat, yada-yada. Supposed to be one of the most difficult spells to master and used sparingly. Why? No, wait...are you really suggesting that every seidrmaster you've sent in there you've lost because they actually found the Weeping Siren?"
"We couldn't keep up with them." Captain Yan's jaw tightens. "Yes. We lost them, Master Fandral. Found the bodies of three of the five."
The numbers seem off. Sif remembers Captain Yan mentioning this a few days ago, but didn't he say something else?
what he said earlier: ( "Yes," Captain Yan assures, "but we've lost three sedirmasters to the Blodig Skog and killed two others. )
^^^
Okay. So. “The Blodig Skog killed two others.” What happened to all the sedirweilders in the fic the Blodig Skog is what happened here. That wasn't’ something I made up on the go.
Actually, Benar--he lost his protection spell and transformed into the dragon on accident.
BUT.
The REASON Loki knew that Yan and Tjan were lying about the sedirmasters is because guess what? TRACKING SPELLS DON’T ACTUALLY DO THIS. Loki knows that. The Weeping Siren knows this. THOR knows this.
THIS is why Thor was so quick agree with Tjan in kicking Loki off of the quest later in the scene. Not because Thor was being an a-hole and didn’t believe Loki, but because he was trying to protect him. He didn’t know what was up. If it was Tjan or if it was Loki, or if it was both of them. He thought maybe the Blodig Skog was affecting Loki because of the enchantment, but wasn’t completely sure.
He just wanted to keep Loki safe.
Loki didn’t know that, and assumed it was because Thor didn’t trust him.
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Loki's head whips up to her, eyes heated. "Beg pardon?"
"You heard me perfectly." Sif promises, and then makes a disgusted noise as his expression doesn't flicker. Always so blank. How can he manage that for so long? Why does he?
^^ maybe, just a thought, because you torment him all the time for any other emotion?
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The keeper of the inn goes pale, "Bar yourselves in the building! No one leaves until it's gone!"
the Weeping Siren YET AGAIN making it easier for her to kidnap the kid. Everyone stuffed inside one place? Super convenient.
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Sif half expects Loki to free himself of the grip and move for the door—they don't have a lot of time—as Sif would have done, but Loki instead squats down in front of the woman and cups distressed mother's hand between both of his own. "Shh, woman, all will be well. We will find your daughter, I swear."
"Please," the woman gasps, "she's all I-I ha-have. Please."
"Dry your tears," Loki instructs, "Idrissa will be returned to you."
^^^
Despite all his frustrations and desire to strangle his party, Loki still takes the time to show this woman kindness. THIS is who Loki is, at his core.
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The Weeping Siren grabs hold of the child's arm and the two vanish in a lure of blue-ish light.
^^^ I doubt any of you have noticed this, but I try to make a point to have magic colors line up with the infinity stones. If someone is doing mind magic its yellow, if they’re teleporting it’s blue, etc, etc. Just because I believe the Infinity Stones are a lot more important to MCU until Endgame.
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Loki uses the clumsy response to someone hurting him right here (and all the time before this), when Loki says this to Sif in the Blodig Skog, she immediately knows someone did it to him and is unhappy.
"Brother, what happened to your face?" Thor questions, tipping his sibling's head up so he can stare at the bruise. Sif feels nothing regarding it. Maybe she will later, but right now there's only an all consuming numbness. (Loki deserved it.) Her hand hurts.
"I tripped." Loki mumbles.
Thor sighs, "Loki. Will you ever learn proper footing? You're always falling or smashing into things."
(^^^Loki is not a clumsy person.
This is from previous altercations with the Warriors, or their other peers, or even (on occasion) their parents.
Thor thinks Loki is clumsy.)
TWS chpt 2.
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"He tripped, Lady Sif." One of the girls murmurs. "He's clumsy enough as it is without wet earth to help with that."
Loki digs his nails tighter. It's beginning to pinch skin, but the pain is a relief.
Sif doesn't laugh, but a few try for hesitant smiles that fall quickly. The warrior's back is so straight it looks nearly painful. Loki doesn't know whether to stop her, or watch. It's the strangest sensation to him to not have to defend himself.
TBS chpt 1
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Also reminder Thor had no idea what was going on and would have destroyed them if he knew Sif just punched his brother:
TBS chpt 6
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“ Loki's gaze lifts to Thor's face, a flicker of something she can't place washing over his features. “
^^ Loki wanted Thor to notice the bruise looked like a fist.
He didn’t.
CHAPTER THREE:
"No." Prince Tjan doesn't bother to keep any irritation from his tone. "We're staying in the Blodig Skog from this point forward. That child is our biggest lead. We have an entirely new part of the forest to look at thanks to her. We can't waste time traveling to and from there anymore, we need to go deeper. Prepare your overnight packs, we leave in twenty minutes."
^^ The Weeping Siren decided that Loki was too much of a threat because he actually found her and has decided to kill him.
ALSO:
THIS CONVERSATION -- “ but I'd overheard my cousin and Captain Yan discussing a way to remove Loki." (chpt 9 thor to Sif) -- happened the previous night.
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“Thor, and Loki enter the tavern. The two siblings look as if they've been awake for a long time, but Sif has her doubts about that.”
^^
Thor was up all night trying to figure out what to do about Tjan wanting to kill Loki. Loki was up all night trying not to have a panic attack.
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“ Loki's face bares no signs of bruising, and Sif is both relieved and annoyed by that. “
^^ glamor.
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“ Loki's single, brief attempt to use sedir to track the Weeping Siren fails because there's apparently "nothing to latch onto". “
^^ the weeping siren’s hovel blocks all magic except her’s. Like Wanda and Agatha’s ruins in WandaVision. This is why Loki couldn’t find her.
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^^ the weeping siren needs consent in order to possess someone and their name.
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“But, as Sif suspected, their rations don't last past the third day. Well, "past" is a little too strong of a word, they're out before the evening meal. Prince Tjan has them come to a stop much earlier than normal and explains that they need to hunt, but someone needs to set up camp while they're gone.
And, thus leaves herself, Fandral, Volstagg, Hogun, and Loki in the clearing with the camping supplies as Prince Tjan, his guard, and Thor find food for the next few days. She's less than elated with this set up, but holds her tongue when Hogun kicks the back of her foot.“
^^^
AS THIS WAS HAPPENING, SO WAS THIS:
“"No." Thor shakes his head. "Just benching him permanently. All the distinct details are fuzzy now, but I wasn't happy with it. I confronted him in the woods, and he and his guard attacked me."
"But everyone...we saw the bodies. They weren't killed by Mjonlir or another weapon." Sif argues, "He couldn't have attacked you unless...you didn't fight back."
Thor smiles grimly. "I couldn't. The creature found us and bound me by her word. Tjan pierced me with a blade here," his fingers lift up to ghost over his chest. Over his heart. Or near it, anyway. Too close. "And I was too focused on that to do much else. When I awoke, only Prince Tjan and two others lived. The details of what happened to soldiers have yet to be discovered, and I can't remember anything. I took Prince Tjan and the other two as my captives and we wandered in the Blodig Skog for a month before finding Ju again."
AND THIS:
“ His leg begins to throb dully. Likely from the sparring session earlier, but he can't help but feel like it's mocking him. Remember, remember, it taunts, lest you dare think about forgetting. No. Never forgetting. The sensation of the Weeping Siren's sedir slinking beneath his skin as he writhed and then her wild grin as she clenched her fist and he felt the bone explode— “
(tbs chpt 2)
The Weeping Siren broke his leg so he couldn’t run away. She wanted Tjan to kill him. Thor was a little too stubborn for that.
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Loki holds the older's stare for a long moment before his shoulders slump and he tugs his sibling's hand away from his mouth. "Fine. But come back."
Thor smirks patting Loki's shoulder. "When do I not?"
"You don't want me to answer that." Loki snips and takes a step back so Thor can mount his stallion.
This is the last time they see each other for 11 months. :/ And the funny thing about it is that IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE A PARRAEL because LOKI is the one who doesn’t come back later, NOT thor.
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^^^ This is where I started the story in the original draft. When i later planned out the fic, it got pushed back quite a bit.
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"Who wants to play, children?" it whispers. Its voice is still the young females. "Oh, I do!"
You know how they always tell you to have the first line a character speaks be signifcant? Yeah. Well.
“No one wants to die alone either." The Weeping Siren's voice has changed to a nasally old woman's, and it's louder. Closer. Norns. "But alas…"
chpt 3 vs chpt 7
“ Sif's mind flashes back to the kitchen, standing in front of the counter and looking at the height measurements. Yei and Holland. The Weeping Siren's children of the womb. It's not a story for your ears. Bile rises in her throat as the pieces click in a horrid succession. The bones stare back at her, innocent of her thoughts.”
The Weeping Siren’s children died alone after playing when their father came to kill them.
CHAPTER FOUR:
“ Her shoes are missing, leaving her toes to face the cold in only socks. Her armor is also gone, leaving her in the loose shirt and pants underneath. It's cold. Something is wrapped around her left ankle, and an experimental wiggle of the foot reveals the cold metal of a chain. “
People are less likely to try and run away from a captor when they don’t have shoes.
ALSO yes, this is a direct reference to the Red Room and how they made the girls chain their wrists to the bed.
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“ Sif's hands curl into fists. Her mouth opens without her consent, fully prepared for a rebuke, but Fandral beats her too it. "Hey!" his voice is hard. "Don't touch him!" “
None of the Warriors hate Loki. They tormented him, but after spending years and years with him, all of them grew fond in their own way. It just took something forcing them to swallow their egos for them to show it.
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“ Loki is squatted in front of one of them, Idrissa, Sif recognizes after a moment.”
Loki promised Idrissa’s mother that he’d find her. So he did.
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"Loki, let me. You're exhausted." Sif says and reaches up for the child, but Loki's grip tightens.
"And you were vomiting blood." His tone is acidic, "I'm capable of doing something without your help, my lady."
...
“ "Don't—" Sif starts and stops because correction doesn't matter. Loki is crying in pain. The Weeping Siren is making him cry because of pain. "What on the Nine do you think you're doing!?" “
..
“Sif snorts with disbelief, but clenches her fists. "You'll kill him. You are killing him. Aetheitin isn't meant for long term use, everyone knows that. You're going to kill him, and I won't let you do that. He's my prince...”
^^^ Again, the Warriors don’t hate Loki.
Loki doesn’t know that.
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It's barely past midday on day six since their capture when a loud clap of thunder ripples through the air. Sif pauses the knife she's been sawing back and forth across several stalks of wheat to look up at the sky and scowl.
^^^ Yes. This was Thor. This is when Thor found their abandoned camp and realized they were gone. He was panicking.
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"Let me take it." Loki interrupts, and the room goes quiet. Sif lifts her wide eyes from her shield-brother to Loki, wondering if she heard that right. "Let me take it," Loki repeats, voice filled with more conviction. "Allow him the rest, and I will take whatever is needed so he can."
^^ the punishment was hallucinatory drugs. When they came off the high, which was intended to be torment, the Weeping Siren would help them feel better, thus creating a sort of dependency on her comfort. That is why they would start calling her mother afterwards. She wouldn’t let them sleep or eat, just take the drug and work. The only comfort they received was hers.
The well in TBS never existed. It was a hallucination on Loki’s part because he’s terrified of heights and suffocation.
("I can't." Loki repeats, stuffing his fingers into the crooks of his arms. "Mother will be cross with me.")
^^^ drug tracks
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But how could Loki not be used to hugs? Sif doesn't know Queen Frigga awfully well, but she seems like the affectionate type. The one that would give out hugs often. Thor never stiffens when Sif draws him in for an embrace, and Loki never flinches away from Thor's frequent shoulder touches or pats on the back, so it's not like they've been touch starved by their parents.
...
Loki shrugs, sighing deeply and squeezes his eyes shut. "Don' know why you care so much. It's not...appropriate for the royal family to show physical affection to each other in public—Thor should know better, but he doesn't care, I think—and I rarely see my parents in private since I've gotten older. I have to make an audience to see my father privately, and Mother only has a few spare minutes at a time for talking. It's not a problem. Used to bother me. Doesn't now."
...
^Loki and Thor were, in my opinion, severely isolated as children. With how busy Frigga and Odin were running a realm, it’s more likely that they raised each other with their parents hovering figureheads that orbited them. I don’t think either of them had a very strong relationship with them. At least, not a proper parent-child relationship. more like a distant friend.
Loki has had few friends in his lifetime and Thor has been the only constant. Thor is the only person who touches Loki frequently, beyond an occasional embrace from his mother.
Loki doesn’t get hugged.
(It is my firm headcanon that the hug Loki got from Frigga after he killed Laufey was the first hug he got in years)
HENCE:
“ Alwa's saying nast'y things." Loki shakes his head, hair sticking to the sides of his face. "It hurts. You don't even like me, and I used to tr' really, really hard to mak' all of y'u, 'cause I don' know...how to have friends, but you always…it okay, I know it's my fault. Somethin' wrong with me, not you." “
CHAPTER 5:
"Alright, enough." The words seem to have been wrung from the Snake Prince, "You've done nothing but stare at me all day like I gave a swift kick to your favorite pet, so will you please explain what I've done wrong this time?"
^^ Loki really doesnt’ think anyone likes him unless they’re forced to, and even that he knows is an act.
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"No. Shut up." Loki demands, "Because I shouldn't have had to. My silence should have had no effect on whether or not you would refrain from trying to treat me decently. Was your social status so important to you that you would completely disregard the fact that I—" Loki releases a heavy breath, cutting himself off mid sentence.
TWS chpt 5 vs TBS chpt 6
What!? Thor feels incredulous. "It does. I would never have let them hurt you if I knew!"
That draws out the startled, vindictive laughter. His brother takes a wobbly step forward, tears still falling. "I shouldn't," his brother presses out, "have to have told you. We've spent thousands of hours with them. Weeks at a time. But you didn't see, because you're never looking at me! Do you really think that they're the only ones to mock my titles?...”
You should never have to ask someone to treat you with basic human decency. And yet.
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Sif grabs on his arm and yanks. The searing heat makes her vision dark around the edges and the only think she can focus on is the cold knives of his words digging into her chest. Loki flinches and his hands raised to block off his face. She barely hears the words by how low they're muttered. "At least I never hit you."
^^^
The thoughts Sif never voiced but definitely felt right here:
Oh yeah. You are a human. You are not some overlord meant to torment me. You are a human and you have a life outside of me and you are a human.
And i hurt you anyway. On purpose. For no reason.
I did that.
You didn’t force me to. I chose to.
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They've been here for...for a while when the Weeping Siren drops into the cellar one morning with a rucksack swung over one shoulder. She drops something heavy on the ground and it lands with a loud thunk before she smiles happily. "Dearests, Mother has an errand she must take care of. I'll return in a few days. Remain here."
...
Thor's head tilts at that, curious. How? She was mad. "What do you mean?"
Benar's fingers smack impatiently on the book. "I mean that she spent a good majority of our lives keeping me from this ritual. She guarded the direct entrance to the tunnels, keeping the Xīn Zhī Chí from me. Now, now I can finally end the Blodig Skog without her making constant efforts to cease any progress."
So that's where they are, then. The tunnels beneath the Blodig Skog.
TWS chpt 6 vs TBS chpt 10
Part of this errand was to stop Benar from entering the caves.
CHAPTER SEVEN:
“It starts—and it ends—with soup.“
as all good things do.
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"Today we celebrate the sixth year since I began to collect my family." The Weeping Siren announces and sits down in front of them, a glass in hand. Sif suspects it isn't full of anything stronger than acidic water, but she raises it like it's fine wine. "A toast. To our happiness proceeding onwards for many more years."
^^^
this is the day her children died. In her grief she got extremely drunk and rationalized taking Li home with her. Li was hurt and she intended to take him to a healer.
She didn’t.
This is why Li ( "This is my family." Li says in a hushed voice, "I don't know...I don't know how to live anywhere else. How can we leave Mother? I don't...I'm afraid, Sif, please.") doesn’t feel like he has anything else.
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“Sif glances towards Loki's leg and inhales stiffly, swearing again. Norns, that's so much worse than she thought it was. The leg is deformed enough that Sif has her doubts bone isn't sticking out beneath the fabric. There's dried blood making the black fabric strangely reflective and flaky. She bites back bile and squeezes her eyes shut, trying to reassure herself that she's seen worse on the battlefield before.”
Thor broke his leg. Loki broke his. This is supposed to parallel each other.
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“She...was just stabbed.
Oh.
That's really not ideal.”
I AM WHEEZING. WHAT ON EARTH?
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“When they were claimed. (Is his hair shorter? He's favoring one leg, or is she imagining that?)”
^^^
First look at Thor’s permanent leg injury.
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CHAPTER EIGHT:
“Loki, brother of Thor.”
Loki’s importance is rooted in her mind now.
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“Systra makes a clicking noise and sweeps her gaze up and down Sif, eyes tightening at the edges. "Come with me." She commands. A few months ago, Sif would have refused and stormed off, indignant. Now she only feels a heavy apprehension and follows after her older sister. Systra stops first to drop her bag off in her room and then leads Sif out of the house. She sits down on a bench hidden in the small corner of the property and Sif recognizes it from when they were little and closer.
Before Systra left.”
^^^
This was never explained explicitly in the text, but one of the HUGE reasons that Sif hated Loki was because of jealously. Her relationship with Systra is terrible and she wanted someone like Thor to protect her as she was struggling to become a Einherjar, but Systra didn’t care. Systra left her on her own to deal with the bullying and the tormenting because she thought Sif was being stupid.
Sif wanted a Thor for a sibling, so she got jealous that Loki did and it eventually turned into hatred.
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^^^
this argument is based off of the one Isabella and Jade have in Isabella dances into the spotlight, A fantastic movie filled with family drama despite being made for kids. XD I love it so much.
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Weeping siren.
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「 🐳 」 hello! i haven't forgotten about your response—i was unfortunately hit with a series of ✧˖˚ unfortunate events ˚˖✧ (yes... pun intended for the sake of lightheartedness <3) shortly after the response, and i needed time to recover. i've decided to join you along the ride for the obm asks!
1.) how did you first get into obey me? personally, i was playing swd games for quite some time before obey me was released in december of 2019, so once i saw an ad for it i told myself, “well! another silly otome game from them to pass the time”, ahh i was so wrong with just how much flavor it had in all of it's terrible, atrocious glory.
satan was the first one to cause me to go into a miserable spiral once i had a revelation of what his birth actually meant, and thus, began spewing my silly little analyses to the small fandom at the time. i no longer go on longer tangents about satan as much as i do solomon (and recently, mephistopheles due to how noble his values are and how little people seem to realize it), but if i dare see someone in favor of obsessive cat-lover satan i have no issues with bashing their head against a digital brick wall and arguing that he is the least likely of the brothers to be obsessive over anything that falls into that category.
16.) what is your intimacy level with each character? i've often gotten a lot of teasing remarks from friends for my levels, but,
lucifer — 25
mammon — 17
leviathan — 20
satan — 34
asmodeus — 18
beelzebub — 19
belphegor — 20
diavolo — 15
barbatos — 22 (slowly but surely making his way up there)
luke — 14 (i am so sorry you are below diavolo, dearest luke)
simeon — 40
solomon — 42, but nearly 43
“i wonder who their favorite is” gee guys thanks i do whatever i can for the sake of my mc's lore ♡ thank you very much /lh
as always, feel free to include dolasach for whatever reason you feel like if something i said reminded you of her hehe~
Whale nonnie!!! So good to see you!! I'm glad that you got to bounce back from whatever happened to you!! I hope it wasn't too bad and that you're fully okay now >w<
Oml the first question though
1. how did you first get into obey me?
THE WEDDING EVENT oough man I don't even recall how I ended up watching videos of the wedding event but I did and Satan's pulled me in so bad that I downloaded the game >.< flavor in the midst of atrocity is such a good way to describe the game dfhkdfg
Also??? Nonnie now I'm curious if I've ever seen your posts omg? I feel like you'd have such good posts on all three... I've got this feeling that I've probably seen a Satan post or that a Mephisto post of yours helped him rise up my ranks >.<
And I feel you so much on thinking he wouldn't really obsess over anything that simple, even more so to the point of it clouding his judgement and rendering him useless in important moments... Just so counter to the core of his character that aspires towards being well-rounded and useful? Anyway I'm trying to stay mostly positive here hdsdfg
16. what is your intimacy level with each character?
GOSH I had to check...
Lucifer - 24
Mammon - 11
Leviathan - 17
Satan - 33
Asmo - 16
Beel - 16
Belphie - 23
Diavolo - 18
Barbatos - 25
Solomon - 31 (only because it took forever to get a Solomon UR I liked the art of, otherwise he'd be the same as Satan lmao probably higher since you can actually get big hearts with him without gifts...)
Simeon - 23
Luke - 2 (dsfjkhsdf sorry I just never use any Luke cards and using him in Jobs feels weird bc ykno... child labor >.>;;)
Surprisingly representative of how much I enjoy their character...? Except that every brother + Simeon needs to be higher than the royals sdhfkjg Barb's bday UR is just too pretty to not use...
Nonnie I feel you with needing the levels for more lore... The calls!! I need the calls!! But it takes sooo fucking long to grind for intimacy
I feel like each time you drop by I get more and more shocked and curious about who you might be... I'm still listening a lot to the playlist you sent and each time I hear Bird Song I think about you suggesting it and what you said about Dola shdkfhdsfg insane really....
#chat & colloquy#🐳 nonnie!!#insane that youve been around that long tbh holy hell#<-saying that even tho one of my fav games/franchises i've been into more than half my life
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I Prefer My Heart To Be Broken, Chapter Two: Chaos-Bringer
A bad mood. An even scarier visitor. Some dangerous realizations.
AO3 | Playlist | Masterpost
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CHAPTER TWO: CHAOS-BRINGER
Martin is angry.
He tries to hide it from Jon—to acknowledge the guilt that Jon wears like skin—because it’s obvious Jon is already blaming himself for everything, and Martin doesn’t want to add to it.
But Martin is pissed, and he decides to take it out on firewood.
Jon should have woken him. Chop.
And no, it probably wouldn’t have done any good, and it had been the logical choice, but damn it, Jon needs to stop defaulting to doing this on his own. Chop.
And how dare some fucking monster show up here, now, when they’ve minded their own business, and haven’t called anything, or tempted anything, or done anything to deserve this interruption of hope and future and peace? Chop.
How dare it ask them to damn the whole world?
The axe goes through the firewood into the stump and gets stuck.
Fortunately, no one seems to have noticed his mood. It’s market day in West Village, and everyone is busy setting up their stands, exchanging stories, laughing lightly, focused on their own things.
Martin mutters at the axe as he wrenches it loose, then stands still, studying its edge.
Could the tentacle-god-thing be chopped? Maybe.
Would he survive the encounter? Really, no.
Damn it, Jon, Martin thinks, because Jon can’t help somehow luring these things like he’s fresh bait, but Jon also makes a convenient outlet for frustration.
“Martin!” Julia arrives with a basket of herbs and a smile. She kisses his cheek. “Peter and Mark are looking for you.”
“I’ll be sure to keep an eye out,” he says cheerfully, smiling the way they all do here—bright but vague, never quite making eye-contact, chin up and shameless and sweet.
Too direct, and they grow afraid. Less direct, and they worry about you.
He’d mastered their non-verbal cues in less than a day. And if someone had asked him to explain how, he would not have been able.
“You do not have winter clothes,” Julia suggests in the way they do here without asking questions.
Questions send people toward panic, and neither Jon nor Martin know why.
“Well, I mean—not yet,” Martin says. “But we’ve been saving up, and we have a few more weeks until it gets uncomfortable.”
She smiles. “When it’s time, we’ll help you choose what’s best for our weather. Don’t forget to stop by later so we can trade for bread.” And she goes, swinging her basket, face turned toward the sun, not a care in the world.
For some reason, Julia, Peter, and Mark worry about him, anyway, no matter how he plays the game. He’s not sure why, but he’s grateful. They’ve helped so much.
Those three were Martin’s favorite “family” here—a proper polycule, though they didn't know that word. An open, multi-gender threesome in the middle of this quaint village, wearing homespun, and offering aid when Martin first arrived. Incredible.
Peter and Mark even discreetly helped out when Martin realized he’d need personal lubricant, and had no idea how to go about getting it here.
Vegetable oil, it turned out. Who knew?
There were some ways that Martin loved this place, and this was one of them: no one could be outed. You loved whom you loved.
Not that this helps Jon.
Jon’s problem is not whom he loves.
Jon is eldritch. Jon strikes people as weird, and they don’t know why.
Jon is not human, and he can’t lie worth shit.
So Martin works the people of this village with every ounce of charm he has—for Jon. Martin can lie for him. Martin has made it clear to everyone that he adores Jon, and Jon makes him very happy.
That bit is all true, and easy to communicate.
Thus: the people who like Martin tolerate Jon.
Martin tolerates Jon some days, too. Especially when he encounters a god on the front step and doesn't wake his partner. “Normally, it’s adorable, being him,” he mutters to his axe, setting up the next log. “Fumbling around. Getting excited over bugs, or whatever. But not like this, Jon. Not like this.”
“Mm, love is so confusing, isn’t it? Really makes you wonder if it’s worth the time,” drawls a voice that Martin has never heard before.
What the hell kind of statement was that?
Martin turns, smile plastered on, remembering to lower the axe so he doesn’t seem aggressive (a million little lessons embedded since his final, wild growth spurt in his teens). “Hello! I’m sorry, I didn’t think the market was open yet. I don’t think you’re quite allowed back here, yet? Maybe?” he suggests.
The man laughs. He doesn't look like… anything. Just a guy. Moderately attractive, brown hair, tanned skin, unremarkable clothes.
But that laugh felt weird.
Not quite like the Distortion’s laugh, but it shakes Martin the same way, unnerves him, unbalances him.
It makes him want to peel his own skin off, and that is very not good.
Martin’s grip tightens on the axe. His smile, however, does not waver.
“You’re really good at that!” the guy says, and there is nothing about his grin that should make it the worst thing Martin’s seen since the worms and corkscrew days, but it is, it is, it is. “No wonder how you ended up in such a complicated relationship. Just wormed your way in there, didn’t you? Would he even know you were doing it? Oh, oh—maybe he does know, but he just doesn’t care because he’s so desperate for love, which makes you lucky, doesn’t it, cupcake?” And the man laughs again.
Right, so none of that was good.
Martin doesn’t want to just assume this guy read his mind, but it sure did seem like he did.
Like he knows Martin’s quiet, deep fear that he manipulated his way into Jon’s heart, that Jon absolutely loves him but Martin made it happen, that Annabelle’s comment about getting what you wanted through smiles and shrugs and stammerings had embedded itself in him.
Martin pushes that aside. The more important issue is this guy asked questions.
Nobody asks questions. Nobody talks in such a sharp, present manner here.
This is already brushing up against Martin’s spook-limit, but he keeps it together.
He wants a reaction, Martin thinks, and decides not to provide one. “Sorry?” he says, his eyes wide and worried. “I’m not quite sure I follow. You know, you seem lost. I can always help you go wherever you need to get to. I’m Martin, by the way. Nice to meet you!” And though he’s so afraid he can barely breathe, Martin offers his hand.
It’s not even shaking.
“Oh, now, that’s just talent, isn’t it?” says the man, showing too many teeth. He grabs Martin’s hand in both of his (and they are hot, startlingly hot) and shakes it with wild enthusiasm, grinning the whole time. “Call me Kayne. Nice to meet you, too… plus-one.”
Okay, this had gone too far.
He considers using the axe.
He considers trying to run.
Kayne tsks at him. “Now, after I actually bothered to get your attention, you’re going to run away? Come on, now, Kartin, there’s no need for that. If I was gonna hurt you—” The axe in Martin’s hand breaks, snaps, just pops like a piece of straw, and Martin drops it with a gasp—”I would have.”
Martin’s hand is riddled with splinters, and it throbs with his heartbeat, and he takes two critical seconds to evaluate, recalibrate, shift tactics.
Because (and this is important) if the spooky guy is bothering him, he isn’t bothering Jon. “I’m going to have to replace that handle, you know,” he says, trying for just prickly enough to irritate, and braces himself for the worst.
Kayne tsks again. “Relax, muffin. No consequences for you today. Look around, my darling—it’s all waiting, just for you.”
It is waiting. It’s stopped.
No birds chirping. No movement.
A dog is frozen mid-trot, literally off the ground.
Please be safe, Martin thinks at Jon, though he knows Jon won’t hear because Jon is too far away and at least theoretically respects his mental space. “That’s, uh. That’s… pretty scary?”
“It sure is, my little baklava. Come on, now. Come on! Walk with me. Talk with me! We have some things to discuss. Oh, and a word of advice? The other guy can be chopped (though not to great effect), but I can’t. Won’t work. Wouldn’t want you to be disappointed.”
His patter reminds Martin of some sort of cinema carnie, fast and cheerful and aggressively friendly, but Martin still feels the weird, frighteningly literal urge to peel off his own skin.
Hold his attention, he thinks again, and walks where Kayne leads. Which seems to be nowhere, just wandering through the stalls.
Everyone is frozen, mid-prep. Market day is important, and goods are on display, left and right—produce and clothing and tools, spices (mostly salt), and bundles of late summer flowers to brighten homes.
Martin hopes no one’s being harmed by this.
He won’t lead this conversation. If this Kayne actually has something to say, he can say it. Silence is hardly an issue.
“No, it wouldn’t be for you, would it?” says Kayne, reading his mind without so much as a please, and a wave of cold, familiar isolation washes through Martin.
It is just a second’s worth, and already too much.
The Lonely. That was the Lonely, splashed in his face like a glass of water.
Martin keeps it together, somehow, and huffs as if that didn’t absolutely terrify him. “Rude. Can we get this over with? Sorry, just, I’m kind of over the apocalypse, you know? So maybe just say whatever it is you want to get off your chest, and I can go back to work.”
“Oh, you’ve got even more potential than I thought,” Kayne says in a low, pleased tone, hands in his jacket pockets, striding along and watching the sky as if he hasn’t a care in the world. “Creative. So focused. Positively tricksy. Sorry it’s not going to work out that way. Your BFF got visited by the King in Yellow last night, my friend. Things are afoot!”
“That’s... nice?” Martin finally knows who this voice reminds him of—that guy from Tangled. Flynn Rider. Only from hell.
“Ooh, so close! But no. Outer Infinity. Same concept, better amenities. So!” Kayne stops abruptly and claps his hands. “Can you guess why I’m visiting your AnimalCrossing island? Hm? Go on, go on, no wrong answers. Do your best.”
“For Jon,” says Martin without hesitation.
“Mmm, nope, nope, not my taste, I do not want him. Ew. Try again.”
But the thing last night had said… “The Entities,” says Martin softly. “You all want the Fears brought here.”
“Half a point for effort, cupcake. I don’t want that, either.”
What was with the weird pet names? “So… so what are you saying? Then what do you want?”
“Well, not to vaguepost, but some people,” Kayne says, using air quotes, “love a bit of chaos in their stew (excellent flavoring), and some people,” again with the air quotes, “really, really, really, really hate it. Let’s just say I prefer things savory—and the raw potential for chaos your snuggle-muffin brings to the table is causing quite the stir.”
“Chaos,” repeats Martin.
“C-h-a-o-s,” spells Kayne.
The god in yellow’s trigger word. “You,” says Martin, unable to keep his voice steady.
“In person and at your service, sir!” barks Kayne, and bows. He’s produced a full-on feathered cavalier’s hat, which he doffs with a flourish. It vanishes the moment he puts it back on.
Martin’s hand is sticky with blood. The splinters throb. “All right. Well. Jon won’t do it. I mean, I know that. And if you’re so good at reading minds, you know it, too.”
“Well, he won’t yet, sweetums,” says Kayne, “but it’s only a matter of time. You know that, right? I mean, it’s going to happen. It’s just a question of when, and I want it delayed.”
“It’s not a question of when. It’s not going to happen.” Martin feels sick, has to fight the urge to bend over, head down, pushing back nausea, dizziness. “It’s not. You don’t know Jon.”
“But I do. Didn’t like it at all.” Kayne sniffs imperiously. “He just shows everything in his dreamy brown eyes, doesn’t he? Can’t lie for shit, spends half his time in his own head, stabbing himself. Useless. You, on the other hand… there are all kinds of secrets in you, aren’t there?”
“I… I don’t…”
“I mean, you successfully fooled people who could read your mind. That takes some doing, sweet cheeks, and I am here for it.”
Martin has no idea how to feel about that statement. He swallows. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because, because, because your affianced is not human. The King can’t just break him or control him (like either of us could do to you) without also breaking whatever it is that can invite all his friends to the party, you get me? And that’s not fair—so we made a bet!”
Martin’s heart is racing. “What bet?”
“Oh, whether he can get the Archivist to do it, of course. I’m going to lose,” says Kayne cheerfully. “But along the way? Drama! Romance! Tears! And since there’s no one who could influence our messy messiah, our herald of the end, our angel of music, better than you—you’re only all the little antichrist thinks about all the time—” Kayne cackles—”I took you.”
Martin takes a step back. “You what?”
Kayne flaps his hand. “Relax, cinnamon bun, I’m not here to kidnap you like an antisemitic goblin. My point, cupcake, is he’ll do what you want. You, the rudder for a nascent and deeply depressed god. That’s quite a lot of power for such a fluffy little pastry, isn’t it?”
This couldn’t be happening.
A bet.
A bet, again, with him and Jon as the game pieces. Anger makes his mouth sour. “You… you made a bet?”
Kayne studies his fingernails. “I just said that, Martin. I don’t like to repeat things. If you’re not going to listen better, I’m not going to come back.”
That is a threat, though Martin can’t fathom what might be worse than his attention. “Jon won’t choose to end the world. Why are you so sure you’ll lose?”
Kayne smiles slowly, like searing flesh, like Martin asked a question that pleases him, then suddenly flings one arm around Martin’s shoulders.
It’s like being encased in hot iron. It hurts, and Martin cries out.
“We are going to have so much fun, you and I!” Kayne says, squeezing tighter in response to Martin’s struggle. “Of course, we have to finish all this folderol first. You’ll do anything for him, he’ll do anything for you, blah, blah, blah, it's all so… so…” Kayne apes sobbing, mimics wiping tears, then switches it off and finally releases him.
Martin stumbles back, shoulders aching. Terror has finally blinded him to what to do next. It’s risen in his throat, lumpy and wet like clay.
“There, there, dumpling,” says Kayne. “Go on back to your crucial, ever-so-important work. You get to tell him all about this when he gets home.”
This can’t wait, Martin thinks.
“Oh, it can. It will. Because your little buddy with a bullseye is learning things right now that he’s going to need, and you don’t want to interrupt that, do you?”
“Then why did you come now?” says Martin.
“Stir the proverbial pot. Plant some seeds. Test your soul’s pH. You know, the usual.” He reaches for Martin’s cheek.
Martin dodges back.
Kayne smiles with poison, with such deep and dire eagerness that Martin almost starts to cry. “Ciao!”
And Kayne is gone.
Except for his cavalier’s hat, which is inexplicably in Martin’s good hand for two seconds, then vanishes.
Everyone is moving again. Time has resumed like nothing happened.
Martin’s bleeding hand aches.
He feels like a monster just put him in its mouth, chewed lightly to test for doneness, then spat him out again.
“Hey, Martin!” calls James, who seems to think Martin’s opinions on the price of cheese matter more than anyone else’s.
“Oh, hey!” Martin calls back, cheerful, smiling, because he is very good at this, very good at not scaring anyone, very good at hiding tears and making sure he’s liked.
And his hand is bleeding, and he holds it behind him while James talks, and only goes to pull out (cut out) the splinters after James has walked away.
#
“So, in summary: in mid-January, year 63, Emperor Turdot died, leaving behind a deeply unstable situation. He’d refused counsel, refused to allow anyone to know what he was doing or why, and the resulting power vacuum and destabilization gave the Church of the Thousand Young what they needed to take over, transforming the last unshepherded empire into an Esoteric theocracy.”
Jon stops, tracking which students are still paying attention (most), which students are making the connections he’s tried to lead them towards (none), and which students are so distracted by matriculation that they can’t fully focus (all).
He’s not sure yet if he likes teaching. It’s deeply intimate, more than a little uncomfortable. And given what he has to work with, it’s also like trying to plow in fresh mud. “Questions?” he prompts, expecting none. “Ah! Yes—William.”
“Mentor, tell us more of the Esoterics.”
Jon listens for the answer and finds everyone around him seems to know the same broad, unhelpful things. “Ancient beings, origins shrouded in eternity, who guide the world through their carefully-formed Churches.” Dear lord. “They control every government to some level, dependent on the individual nation’s history and relationship with their Esoteric One.”
The visitor in yellow had to be one of these things.
His students watch him, rapt. Jon doesn’t know why; he’s too busy gathering his answer to look into that just yet.
“Some nations are, as Gaul now is, theocracies, which means the deity and its underlings are physically present, openly and aggressively. These nations are considered less free by those outside of them, and unpleasant places to live, leading to—” Oh, that’s new—”the tradition that, when refugees appear, they are treated well. It is considered a mark of a good person and a civilized society to show compassion toward those who’ve torn their lives up by the roots to escape their god. It is doomed to be a cursed life—eventually, so goes the rhetoric, the gods catch up to you.”
Well, that explained why being “refugees” had put them in such a position of aid.
The students stare at him, and Jon takes a moment to try to know why.
Ah. They want to know which nation he escaped from, and how. It seems he evinces none of the things they look for as clues to his origin.
(What things? That’s hard to say, but it seems at least one of those nations would have left him with w-shaped pupils, like a cuttlefish. Yikes.)
“Any further questions?” says Jon, trying to keep that image from messing with his head.
Of course there aren’t. Nobody has questions in this place. They’re all staring at him in awe, though, because they think he will be hunted down by an Esoteric, and they’d like to see it happen.
Lovely. “All right—your final test of the season is tomorrow. No excuses—your families have known you’d need the ink all year, so I expect you to arrive fully stocked.”
“And then matriculation!” shouts Donovan from the back, and his whole class—aged fifteen to sixty-four, all genders—cheers.
He still doesn’t know what students who matriculate actually do. None of them seem to have any plans.
Still, Jon smiles with them. “Yes, yes. Go on, now. Be safe, and may the wind hide you.”
Why do they say that? He doesn’t know because they don’t know.
And no one asks.
He just doesn’t understand why nobody asks.
Jon gathers the books permitted for these classes and—per standard—locks them away. (Why did the books have to be locked up? No clue! Nobody knew! Nobody asked!)
He takes his time cleaning up—dusting, straightening, adjusting the chairs and desks so they’re all even.
He’s lingering. He doesn’t quite know what mood Martin will be in when he gets home.
Martin was not happy with last night’s adventure. Oh, he would probably be fine by tonight, but…
Making Martin upset for any reason was something Jon couldn’t really handle. It echoed things neither of them talk about, things Jon would take back if he could.
Things they maybe would never talk about.
Well. At least he had new information, finally.
Year 63 was the end of Gaul’s human rulers. This was year 376.
What was everyone counting up from? Something so significant happened 376 years ago that it changed how human beings reckon time, but no one knew what it was.
Jon sighs. School had always been a place of comfort for him—where what you knew mattered more than who you knew, or what you wore, or any other thing—but here, they all knew so little.
Though Jon doesn’t want to admit it, it’s beginning to physically hurt.
He feels starved. No, dehydrated. No… something.
It’s not a need for statements, he tells himself—which is good, as he has taken none since arrival. It has to be something else.
Sure.
Jon rubs his chest and tries to focus on this new knowledge.
The Esoterics. So strange, so undefined; just other, powerful, out there somewhere. Not that theocracies hadn’t existed in his own world (three concurrent popes all calling each other heretics like in that Spiderman meme remained one of his favorite weird historical moments), but this was different.
Actual deific embodiments. No wonder nobody he’d met here was an atheist.
They just all knew, believed, accepted, did not question. And they did not like his questions, felt terrified when asked, and he did not know why.
It was like pulling teeth to get his students to even comment on lessons.
There was little doubt that an Esoteric had come to visit last night.
Why would any of them want the Fears closer? Surely a god couldn’t get so bored that it wanted competition.
“Knock, knock,” says the Paragon.
“Come in, Mason,” says Jon, packing away the remains of his lunch.
Jon does not like the Paragon.
The Paragon makes him think far too much of Jonah. His eyes are gray. His smile is banal. His mind is heavily shrouded. While Mason is far from the only one whose mind Jon cannot see, it’s worrying.
The Paragon also provides Jon’s guilders, so Jon tries to not to let any of that show.
“So, you’ve done it,” says Mason, smiling and leaning on the door frame, like they’re old friends. “Made it through your first season. It looks like you enjoyed most of it.”
That’s another thing Jon doesn’t like: the man states his guesses as though they are fact, and often, is right.
Jon tried to hint he’d taught before.
Mason hadn’t believed it for a second.
Jon tried to hint they hadn’t traveled far.
Mason laughed like he’d made a joke.
Worrisome. “I did, thank you,” says Jon, taking up his satchel and double-checking the clasp.
“Well,” says Mason, a little gleam in his eyes (Not his fault they’re gray, Jon tells himself every time they talk), “the position is open for next season, if you’re interested.”
Three weeks between seasons, Jon has learned, is normal. A three-year program for those few who qualify, four seasons a year—eight weeks on, during which students are expected to do nothing but learn, and three weeks off, during which they must produce one new fact they learned on their own.
(But still without asking questions, and Jon is bothered.)
“That sounds lovely, assuming I’m not taking someone else’s job,” he says.
“For someone with your vast knowledge, I would make a spot, even if I had to dig for one,” says Mason affably. “Someday, you’ll have to let me know why you didn’t matriculate.”
Jon doesn’t understand what that means, or how Mason knows he didn’t, or why it matters. He focuses on his bag because he knows his face is not neutral. “Someday. Sure.”
Mason doesn’t look like Jonah. He’s younger. Slightly rougher, living in a world without spa days, or whatever Jonah did to Elias Bouchard’s body. But those eyes….
Stop it, Jon tells himself.
“There is one more thing.”
Jon tries not to tense, then decides Mason probably saw it, anyway. He smiles weakly. “Those words usually aren’t followed by anything good.”
Mason smiles back. “They are this time. I would like to invite you and your partner to a mentor’s gathering tonight. We’ll be hosting mentors from the three closest Groves, as well. It’s a good chance to meet your own kind—since I know you’re unfamiliar with our area.”
See, there it was again. That phrasing; it could be read in all different ways. Maybe Mason was trying to figure out where Jon had run from, too. “I’ll ask and see if he’s interested. Neither of us feels overly social just yet.”
“Really.” Mason’s eyes widen. “It seems your beau is quite social, from what I hear.”
“Professionally, of course he is,” says Jon, trying so very hard not to feed his suspicion of this man.
“Fair enough, fair enough. Well, I hope he says yes. I’m heading to London after, so I won’t see you again until next season. Have a good night, Jonathan.”
Jon doesn’t correct his name. He just leaves.
Worth it, he reminds himself, because it is, and he isn’t tied down, and they can leave at any time (quitting was an option here, and he had damn well made sure).
Cresting the hill before their cottage, he pauses, looks; it’s market day, and Martin will be late.
Jon’s going to bake something. Welcome him home with good smells and love.
He checks the dough that’s been proofing overnight, liberally mixed with fresh rosemary; it already smells divine, and he has high hopes for it as he sticks it in the oven.
Happily, he doesn’t have to light a fire. Electricity works here between the hours of five AM and seven PM—even though there are neither wires nor outlets.
It’s wireless power in a place that doesn’t even have radios. Yet another mystery.
What was the world like before that event of 376 years past?
Jonathan was a Hebrew name, and Jon had it because of religious and cultural integration. Others here had names like Mark, which was originally Greek, and—back home—common for the same reason.
There was no Church of Rome, couldn’t be in a world with floating gods, and without the common foundation of that Greco-Latin influence, the language should not be the same. The word theocracy had Greek roots, for crying out loud.
He had to wonder if they were actually speaking English—if the Eye was doing something to ease communication.
But if it was, how would that work for Martin?
“It just doesn’t make any sense,” Jon mutters, bringing leftovers up from the narrow, deep cellar.
Maybe the Fears hadn’t been able to come through because this world was so different.
There didn’t seem to be much suffering, at least. Nobody talked about anything frightening, ever; and when he skimmed minds, he never saw the concerns that should, by reason, be there.
No one worried for their future or their health or war or money.
No one worried for their children or their parents or their crops or their cows.
It’s like they were all caricatures of people, two dimensional—kind, hard-working, but unable to think deeply about anything.
How could they be like this in a universe run by terrifying beings like last night’s god?
There is no way to know, of course, (You could know, tempts the Eye, and Jon ignores it), but he highly doubts the yellow-cloaked being is going to be patient with him for long.
Would distance make a damn bit of difference?
Esoterics rule various nations, but the fact that refugees get chased down means fleeing probably won’t help.
Escape might be possible, but it might not—and if it isn’t, running would just piss off the thing that was after them.
There is a London, but Jon’s not found a map. Is there an Oxford? Probably not. The likelihood of there being an exit, another Hill Top Road, is slim to none—and whatever hole they’d fallen through originally was definitely no longer available.
He didn’t want to risk returning to their original world, anyway. What if the Fears continued to follow him, tethered? What if they weren’t as stuck as he hoped?
Jon sighs. “Focus, Sims,” he mutters, because wherever he and Martin land, here or elsewhere, he is determined to make a home for them. No matter what it takes.
Even if that means figuring out a way around a god.
“Hopefully, with no more stabbing,” Jon mutters, chopping everything for a makeshift fry-up.
And suddenly, he knows whose territory he is in.
His hand slips, and he cuts his finger.
Cursing, he runs it under the sink; while it heals, he tries to stay calm.
He hadn’t reached for this new knowledge. Hadn’t asked. Why had it been given to him? Why had—
“Jon?” says Martin from the door. He is very pale, and his hand is bandaged.
Jon drops everything and runs to him.
#
They sit together on their old, broken-down couch, ignoring the springs that press into their backs and bottoms. “What are we going to do?” Martin says, very small.
“I don’t know.” Jon cradles Martin’s bandaged hand. He doesn't mention his own cut, already healed.
“We have to do something. Maybe go somewhere. We—we have enough saved. If we had to buy passage overseas or something, maybe we could.”
“I don’t know, Martin. I don’t think it would help.”
“We can’t just sit here!”
Jon sighs. “I think our visitors are truly in charge here. That whole Esoteric thing… I mean, what kind of a name is the Church of a Thousand Young, anyway? It has something to do with what they call the Black Goat of the Woods. Can’t you feel how terrible that is?”
Martin cannot, but he can see how it affects Jon—disgust and fear, equally rancid—so he nods.
“And do you want to know which Esoteric rules here? I found out while I was… before you got back. Alba belongs to the Church of the Pallid Mask. Do you know what that means?”
“No,” whispers Martin, breathing faster, because something about the way Jon said that was too familiar, tipped him off that Jon got this information illicitly, and if he’s listening that hard, actively searching, then he’s stretching his powers, and he hasn’t needed statements yet, but what if he starts needing them, and—
“A white mask, Martin. Like the King in Yellow was wearing.”
“We’re in his territory? Then we should leave!”
“Even if we got away from him, I don’t think we could from your chaos god.”
“He’s not my chaos god,” Martin snaps, and doesn’t know why he does.
Jon flinches. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Oh, Jon.” Martin pulls him close, sighs against his hair. “No, I’m sorry. I’m on edge.” He sighs. “And my hand hurts, and I had to pretend it didn’t all day because if I get so much as a scrape, everybody’s all over me to help.”
Jon smiles against his shoulder; then laughs. He can’t help it. “Of course they are. My man, the Village stud.”
“Stop.” But Martin’s smiling.
“The mysterious thoroughbred from far away, the most eligible gentleman—”
Martin’s laughing now, too, and he’s red behind his freckles. “Jon, you’re being ridiculous.”
“What, just because I happen to be sleeping with the most strapped, the most—”
“All right, all right.”
“Even Salesa was into you, you know.”
“What?”
“’I like this one,’” Jon mimics in a poor attempt at Salesa’s accent.
Martin gives up and kisses him quiet, laughing against his mouth. “You’re impossible.”
“Yes, I am,” Jon smirks, but then the moment has passed, and his smile fades. “This bet of theirs is insane. I won’t bring the Fears into the world, Martin. I’ll die before I do that to this place.”
Martin is silent for a long moment. “You’re assuming you can die.”
“I assume it because it’s reasonable. I don’t have the power I did back home, even before Jonah’s ritual. Yes, I can gather thoughts, but I don’t need them. And I can’t force people to tell me things—there’s no compelling at all.”
“You’ve tried?” says Martin, softly.
Jon blinks at him. “Well, yes.”
“Jon, when did this happen?”
“I… not long after I started looking for a job. I….”
“You didn’t tell me.”
Jon looks so surprised. “I didn’t want to worry you! Besides, what’s there to tell? You know I’m not the Archivist here. Whatever lingering effects there are, I’m not that. I don’t have the powers, and I don’t have the protections.”
Not all of them, anyway.
“Who did you try to compel?”
Jon sighs slowly. “Just a shopkeeper. I haven’t gone back. I… I just needed to know if I could do it.”
Martin is silent.
Jon feels suddenly ashamed, though he hadn’t a moment before. “Martin, I had to figure out what remained inside me. I doubt I can look anyone to death, either.”
“No, I’d assume you couldn’t do that. But Jon, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t think it was important.” Which is the truth (because Martin was right and Kayne was right and Jon can’t lie for shit). “I just did a few tests, realized I can’t compel, can’t just know everything—but I also don’t need statements. I don’t have to feed the Eye, Martin.”
“I know you don’t, but….”
“I’m sorry we haven’t talked about it,” says Jon, softly, looking up (and Martin wants to melt into those eyes, wants to kiss away the pain he sees there, the lingering sorrow and shame). “You’ve been so focused on just keeping us afloat here. So have I. We just… haven’t talked about not needing statements.”
They haven’t talked about a lot more than that.
Martin sighs. “I felt like if I did, I’d be pushing our luck. Jinxing it.”
Jon’s smile is not a good one. “If you don’t want to be jinxed, you’ll need to stay far away from me.”
“No. No,” says Martin, firmly, uncomfortably reminded of Kayne’s comment about Jon mentally, repeatedly stabbing himself. “None of that. You know better.”
Jon neither confirms nor denies.
Martin cups his face. “I am with you because I love you. I choose you,” he says. “I didn’t know it would be this way, but that’s how all love is. That’s how life is! I mean, if I’d known it would be like this, I would have stabbed Jonah in the back of the head or something, but I’d still be with you. And we’d be in Honduras.”
“Honduras?” says Jon with a little smile. “Why?”
“Non-extradition treaty,” says Martin. “I looked it up.”
Jon manages a small laugh. His smile fades, changes into something intense, eldritch, too much to bear, and Martin has to fight not to drop his own gaze. “I don’t deserve you,” says Jon.
“Stop that,” says Martin. “Also, I think I smell bread.”
“Damn, the bread!” Jon says, and leaps away to get it out of the oven.
Damn Jonah is what Martin thinks, because he sees the wounds, he sees the scars, sees how brilliantly Jonah destroyed whatever confidence Jon had once had.
Of course Jonah had. He hadn’t wanted the god he’d created to come after him.
And Martin doesn’t know how to heal him.
It angers Martin that his love isn’t enough to reach the bottom of the wounds Jonah left.
I’m just jealous of everybody, aren’t I? thinks Martin, considering his reaction to Oliver Banks, and has to laugh at himself. “What a pair we make,” he mutters.
“Safe,” says Jon. “Rosemary bread tonight. It’s going to be lovely.”
Not nearly as lovely as Jon’s expression, Martin thinks, studying the way his eyes crinkle, studying the way he actually shows his teeth with a smile this real.
Why can’t we have this? Martin thinks at the universe. Just let us have this.
The universe does not reply.
(part three)
NOTES:
It's ALMOST AS IF they really need to talk about some stuff. Hmmmm!
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Felt like doing one of those ask questionnaires. No one's gonna ask me shit on here, I'm not even sure if I have asks enabled tbh, but felt like filling it out anyway for whatever reason. If you don't care feel free to scroll past it. Otherwise here's some TMI I just wasted 20 minutes of my life on for no reason. Probably delete it later.
1:Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now?
I have no idea how the fuck to do ANYTHING in Blender!!! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻
2:Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone?
Nah.
3:If your significant other smoked pot, would you care?
It'd be a problem, yeah. Better if they just dated another pothead, tbh.
4:Do you find it easy to trust others?
LMFAO. No.
5:What were you doing at 11PM last night? Damn, look at CIA Miami over here. I was painting. Probably. Or catching up on Chainsaw Man & Mob. One of those two things.
6:You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you?
No one lol my ass is just waiting to get shanked.
7:What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on?
Break-up. Flat out. That shit's not forgivable. And it's not negotiable. Bye.
8:Are you close with your dad?
Nope.
9:I bet you kissed someone last night, right?
Just the kitties : 3
10:What are you listening to?
Spotify playlist, I guess. Someone else's though.
11:You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it?
Without water you die so I guess it's water. -_- I'd prefer coffee or a monster tho.
12:Do you like hickeys?
Hell yeah.
13:What time do you go to bed?
I'd like to know the answer to this one too, lol. Seems like the only thing cyclical about my sleep schedule is that it's always pushed back by a few more hours every night.
14:Is there someone who continuously lets you down?
You mean everyone?
15:Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both?
I can not text with both hands. I wasn't even aware this was a super power that existed until now. Amazing. The youth of today are really going places.
16:Do you always answer your texts?
LMAO. No.
17:Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for?
No.
18:When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?
Don't have any of those anymore.
19:Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them?
The cats! \o/
20:What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?
I need to brush my teeth lol.
21:Is anyone else in the room with you?
Nah.
22:Do you believe what goes around comes around?
No. Do I wish it did. Yes. Fuck so many people.
23:Were you happier four months ago than you are now?
No significant difference. The only thing that's really changed is my vaccination level. The amount of 5G I give off now must be full bars, baby.
24:Is there someone you wish you could fix things with?
Not really. Nothing broke. People just change. And the different stages of life demand different versions of you. Nothing broke. Time just moved on. Wish I could go back and appreciate who we were back then for a short little while though. Miss that time. Miss that you...
25:In the past week, have you cried?
Nah.
26:What colour is the shirt you are wearing?
Not wearing one.
27:Do people ever call you by your last name?
Yeah, sometimes.
28:Is anyone ignoring you right now?
Everyone ignores me always lol it's whatever really.
29:Do you have a best friend?
Shouldn't this have come before the first best friend question? And no, not anymore. Haven't felt this way with anyone in a very long time.
30:Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed?
Yes....
31:Who was your last call/text message from?
The room mate lol
32:Are you mad at anyone?
Everyone, always.
33:Have you ever kissed someone older than you?
Have I? Huh, I don't think I have... I've always been the older one, haven't I? Weird. OH SHIT NO THERE WAS ONE GIRL, yeah. I have then. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW six year relationship and I couldn't even fucking remember she's older lmao. Yeah, I still don't think of her as being older than me though lol.
34:How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday?
Damn dude, I dunno anymore. Still gonna be a punk ass bitch though.
35:How many more days until your birthday?
It passed already so like a million.
36:Do you have any summer plans yet?
Bro chill, It literally JUST became winter...
37:Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex?
My only friend's a girl lol
38:Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now?
Keeping anything from...? Like what??? Nothing intentional that I can think of, no. I'm pretty open and upfront about shit.
39:Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone?
Sure. Loads. As does everyone. You can't tell everyone everything all of the time. There's not enough time in the world for that. Lot's of things become unsaid because of that in life.
40:Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
No. All of my kisses have been pretty intentional.
41:Do you think age matters in relationships?
Yeah. I do. I've got wiggle room for like a 5-year gap, AT MOST. Anything over that you're way too young and I'm way too old. 5 years is really pushing that gap for me, too. I'd prefer like a 2-3 year gap in age at most if there has to be one at all, tbh.
42:Are you available?
Depends what for.
43:How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended?
Damn. Just one. If we're talking romantic. Feelings kinda checked out after that.
44:If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get?
Bottom lip. Want to get one there. Just really reluctant to because I'm worried it'll get infected.
45:Do you believe exes can be friends?
Sure. But that greatly depends on the exes and the relationships. And it's rare.
46:Do you regret anything?
Being born. Lol. But no, I regret not having the same opportunity or level of privaledge back in the day that others did, that would've enabled me to start pursuing my art at the same golden time as the big names today. I'll always regret that. But spilt milk and all that. Regret can't change the past. People have to be unlucky, for others to be lucky. Still, a little luck once in a while wouldn't fucking hurt would it?
47:Honestly, what’s on your mind right now?
These questions since I'm fucking sitting here reading through all of them like a dumbass instead of spending my time actually being productive.
48:Did you ever lose a best friend?
Yes. 10/10 wouldn't recommend. Feels like shit.
49:Was your last kiss a mistake?
Whoever wrote these is really interested in last kisses... go write a fan-fic and get it out of your system, like damn. And no.
50:Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like?
EVERYONE'S TOO FUCKING YOUNG TO LIKE ANYMORE!!! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻
51:Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry?
They're the ones who liked to make me, so yeah, I'd say so.
52:Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed?
No. I can't.
53:What was the last thing you ate?
Some shortbread cookies. They weren't very good.
54:Did you get any compliments today?
LMAO no. Of course I didn't. Why would I? I haven't gotten a compliment on anything outside of art in years. And even that's rare af.
55:Where are you going on your next vacation?
I have neither the time nor the money to go on my FIRST vacation, let alone on one after that anywhere. People really just be out there going on vacations n shit huh? Man, whole different world when you have money, huh.
56:Do you own anything from other countries?
....... like 90% of shit in from China or imported, what are you on about. Of course. Everyone here does.
57:Are most of your friends guys or girls?
I dunno. Both. Neither. I don't' consider myself having any actual friends anymore these days, of any gender, tbh.
58:Where have you lived most of your life?
Here.
59:When was the last time you took a long drive?
Last time I owned a car though I fucking hate driving so yeah this wasn't done unless it couldn't be avoided and it was most likely driving back from someone's house who lived out in the middle of fucking nowhere.
60:Have you ever played Spin the Bottle?
Damn dude I'm too old to think that far back I don't know probably.
61:Have you ever TP’d someone’s house?
LMAO no, but I still think that sounds awesome.
62:Who do you text the most?
My bank to ask where the fuck all my money has gone. But no, room mate probably. For room matey reasons.
63:What was the last movie you saw?
Damn. I dunno. 90 bucks says it was an anime movie though.
64:What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex?
Wow. This question is fucked. I dunno, the fact that they don't exist is probably a pretty big factor.
65:How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2011?
I'm not thinking that far back, man.
66:Is the last person you kissed younger than you?
Yeah -_-
67:Do you curse around your parents?
Sure.
68:Are you happy with where you live?
Fuck no.
69:Picture of yourself?
Google JaeHaruArt. You'll see loads of pictures. Lol.
70:Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships?
I couldn't do it open-ended. People can do whatever tf they want though. Different strokes for different folks or whatever. I play for keeps though.
71:Have you ever been dumped?
Once. By a person I had an on-and-off relationship with for a lotta years. Wanted to beat me to it I guess lol.
72:What do you most like about making out?
I don't. That shit is such a cock-tease. Either you wanna bone-down or you don't. Don't just fucking get people all hot and bothered for no reason. That shit aggravates the ever-loving shit outta me. I don't get how anyone enjoys being blue-balled. I'll never understand it.
73:Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with?
Sure. I was 20 once.
74:When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other?
It's always me. Probably wouldn't bother these days though. Pretty dead inside at this point if I'm bein honest.
75:What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive?
This changes from person to person. No one's built the same.
76:Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed?
One of the cats lol
77:Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour?
Probably back in my 20s, yeah.
78:Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name?
Lol, I was never THIS bad, no xD
79:What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face?
The cats! \o/
80:Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already?
Real tough call and not at all an ideal situation. Also not one I've HAD to think a lot about yet either, thankfully. So I'm leaving it at that. That's a problem for its time.
81:Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you?
Yeah. Quite a few. Lotta my relationships started 'cause they were annoyingly persistent about it now that I think about it -_-
82:Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush?
Fuck no, that shit dies with me.
83:Do you miss your last sweetie?
The candy? I could go for one, sure.
84:Last time you slow danced with someone?
Never ToT
85:Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met?
Uh... that contradicts the very definition... no. I haven't. I've met everyone I've dated. I don't really understand that type of thing... I need to be physical in a relationship. Couldn't do it.
86:How can I win your heart?
A million dollars would be a very promising start.
87:What is your astrological sign?
Virgo, Sun, Aries Moon, I dunno the rest of the alignment chart or whatever the fuck. Just that I'm a walking contradiction or a really outspoken/outgoing fire-y Virgo or something. -_- whatever that means.
88:What were you doing last night at 12 AM?
Watching Game Grumps lol
89:Do you cook?
I like staying alive so no, for the sake of the health and safety of myself and others, I do not. I'm pretty indifferent about food and what I eat anyway, it's all a pain in the ass, but outside of a few very specific things, anything I've tried to cook has some how AMAZINGLY turned into a fucking disaster. And the dishes.... THE DISHES AFTER YOU COOK bruh, no thank you I will eat out of the fucking can.
90:Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication?
....Y....yes.....
91:If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship?
Fuck no that shit always makes me 10x more miserable.
92:Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly?
One person is enough of a headache to try to manage at a time, thanks.
93:What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest?
I think having all your teeth is a good start lol It all just really depends. I like girls that look relatively girly/feminine, and guys that are guys, not super girly, not super The Rock Johnson or whatever the fuck.
94:Name four things that you wish you had!
1. Enough money to retire on. 2. A paid off house in a city I don't fucking hate. 3. Recognition and appreciation for my fucking art. 4. To be able to learn shit 100x faster 'cause rn Blender and After Effects are a fucking pain in my side.
95:Are you a player?
Player of video games, ayyyyy. This reply also answers this question. Too much work. Not enough interest.
96:Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day?
Sure.
97:Are you a tease?
Only if I like you.
98:Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr?
I find it really hard to believe that I haven't with millions of people in the world having internet access and having to exist outside.
99:Have you ever been deeply in love with someone?
Yes.
100:Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with?
I dunno. It's fucking Tumblr, not Tindr. Little harder to figure that out. But if they have a tumblr and they like looking at it, that's def a step in the right direction. At least we have one hobby in common to start out with.
101:Hugs or Kisses?
Or?! Why only one?! Both! If I had to choose just one forever then.... Hugs. I don't want to be horny, I just want to be happy...
102:Are you too shy to ask someone out?
Lol. No.
103:The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
Opposite and same sex is height, tbh. If you're opposite and you're taller than me though, that kills it pretty fast tbh.
104:Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe?
That reeeaaaaally depends.
105:If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it?
Fuck no that shit's disgusting, get your crabby ass stds the fuck away from me, please.
106:Do you flirt a lot?
If I like you.
107:Your last kiss?
Creator is really obsessed with this question.... still.... I look forward to the 50k slow-burn that ends with this, author-chan. o/
108:Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2012?
Again, not braining that far back, thanks.
109:Have you kissed anyone in the past month?
Just the kitties.
110:If you could kiss anyone who would it be?
Really hate that I immediately thought of him....
111:Do you know who you’ll kiss next?
Def the cats \o/ gonna get their good night kisses.
112:Does someone like you currently?
LMFAO of course not.
113:Do you currently have feelings for anyone?
Nah.
114:Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?
Not the fling-type. Either there's potential in it or it's not worth the effort.
115:Ever made out with just a friend?
Sure.
116:Are you happier single or in a relationship?
I have always, ALWAYS, been happier single. All of my relationships have just made me fucking miserable af, everyone sucks and are so fucking draining.
117:Your own question that you want me to answer. Just write it.
When's the 50k last kiss slow burn gonna be done? I'll give it a read.
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hi hello! so i saw your requests were open and i had an idea sitting for a while now
i always listen to anime playlists (especially haikyuu ones) and i'd wonder what mha characters (bakugo, shinso, and todoroki) think if they saw their s/o listening to those
i think their reaction would be pretty hilarious especially when the playlist titles are "committing arson with tendou" or "hiding bodies with kuroo" (these are real playlists btw)
anyways i hope you have a good day! you don't have to do this request if you dont want to, take your time!(◍•ᴗ•◍)
their s/o listens to anime playlists
character(s) : bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, todoroki shouto (bnha)
legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not specific
headcanon type : fluff, crack-ish (x reader)
note(s) : those playlists will have the best songs, but also the weirdest titles to ever exist 💀 anyways, i decided that i want to make a separate masterlist for requests because of that new tumblr update. also,, this is quite short?? there’s not that much detail in the nuances this time around.
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bakugou katsuki
i headcanon that bakugou has a picky music taste, so if he likes the music that’s in your playlist— then you probably have a good taste in music
“what song is this?” he asks when he’s driving you both to a date, his sudden peak of interest has you beaming
“oh, it’s from a playlist i found on spotify, i have a bunch of them. you could probably look through all of them.”
once the car reaches a red light, katsuki takes this chance to browse through the playlists you had— and that’s when he finds it.
he finds the playlists and their names, but they’re all named so,, oddly specific. ‘shaking ass with bokuto’ ‘making bank with kuroken’ ‘hiding bodies with oikawa’
his reaction is literally like this emoji🤨 clearly appalled by the strange names. “who the fuck named your playlists??”
“why, is there an issue?”
“first of all— i know you like that shitty volleyball anime, but HIDING BODIES WITH OIKAWA?? WHAT ARE YOU ON?”
you chortle at his reaction, and he doesn’t have an option to react— due to the red light turning green.
he can only grumble. you’re lucky that he loves you regardless of your weird spotify playlists.
he won’t say that outloud, but if it was any other person, he would’ve threatened to chuck them out the car
okay but you still have a music taste, so katsuki does end up using the playlists 😭 the bakusquad thinks he went crazy
shinsou hitoshi
he doesn’t really care about what your music taste is. doesn’t matter if you listen to the chainsmokers, or clairo. because it’s not like you’re the type to judge HIS music taste
but he does really like your choice of music, and he frequently allows you to blast music during random hours of the day.
hitoshi waits for you to finish showering on his bed, listening to the music you chose to blast while you were in the shower
you suddenly call out to him, “‘toshi, can you switch the song? i think i accidentally left it on shuffle.”
the purple haired boy chuckles, remembering the last time you left your playlist on shuffle, “got it, what song do you want me to change it to?”
“you pick!”
he walks to your phone and opens up spotify, but he can only blink at the amount of odd and nearly absurd playlist names
he can only read each playlist in silence, questioning the motive behind each playlist
why are you like this??🧍
he eventually does change the song, and when you finally get out of the shower— he’s silent.
“‘jumping off a cliff with bokuto kotarou’ is quite an interesting name.” he simply says, a knowing smirk gracing his usually tired features
“y-you saw THAT?”
“how could i not? you asked me to change the songs, did you?” and he’s not wrong. “2 hours is a pretty long playlist, don’t you think? that’s a large ass cliff.”
“i hate you,”
“well i love you too.”
rip to you 💀 he’ll hold this moment above your head.
todoroki shouto
his music taste is IMMACULATE, but he does seem to share your music taste when you guys get together, doesn’t matter what kind of genre (just maybe not noise music)
shouto would be that type of person that would actually listen to the songs you recommend him, and he’ll share his piece of mind unlike some people
everytime you and shouto go somewhere, he plays three songs of his choice first— and for the rest of the car ride, the music choice is up to you.
“it’s your turn, Y/N. you can pick your music,” he says with a small smile, when he sees that you’re ecstatic to have the aux cord
you were feeling particularly lazy that day, so you decide to open your playlist through voice “siri/alexa/google, open ‘burning ushijima’s farm with oikawa tooru’”
MAN IS SO CONFUSED WHEN HE HEARS THAT, and he whips his head in your direction— staring in confusion
luckily, the car has reached a stop light— because he would’ve accidentally slammed on the breaks. “burning ushijima’s farm with oikawa??”
“oh, thats the playlist i have. do you prefer the ‘committing arson with tendou satori’ playlist instead?”
and he’s wondering on WHY YOU HAVE not one, but— TWO PLAYLISTS DEDICATED TO FIRE?? “love, do you actually want to commit arson with those characters?”
like,, he’s RIGHT there. icyhot is right beside you 🙄 “oh well, it’s quite the name for a playlist, isn’t it? and the songs are amazing too!”
shouto blinks, and turns his head to face the road— “it’s,, something, i suppose. but the names are quite lovely. they fit you.” he says with a small genuine smile
HUH?? that really did surprise you.
shouto ends up downloading several of your playlists on his phone— ultimately scaring the dekusquad when they see it on his phone.
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Hey! I was wondering if you could do a fluffy type thing based on the gif of ur navigation page. Ya know the scene in the movie where he can see whos doing what on their phones? and maybe the reader is like talking about their crush on him? i think tht woukd be a rly cool concept. but you dont have to do it if you dont want to :)
this is really cute omg i never would’ve thought of it either :,)
i couldn’t find the gif in question but close enough
“i have access to the entire stark global security network, including multiple defense satellites,” edith tells peter as he looks around the bus through his glasses. “as well as back doors to all major telecommunication networks,” she adds on. peter’s eyes go wider, images of his classmates’ and teachers’ phones popping up.
“woah,” he mumbles to himself. he can see people’s texts, google searches, everything. peter can’t help but be curious about what you’re up to. you’re sitting alone and kind of hunched over in your seat, so he assumes your phone is out. that gives him an idea.
“um, edith?” peter asks for his new... friend. she responds almost immediately. “yes, peter?” “what’s y/n doing?” your picture, name, and a view of your screen show up in his glasses. “i can’t believe that worked” he mutters and glances over at you again in person. you sit a few rows ahead of him.
he’d wanted to sit with you for the ride, but dimitri wouldn’t let him. something about blowing his cover.
peter focuses in on your screen again. you’re texting mj, in long paragraphs, and her messages back are just as lengthy. it seems like it’s a pretty personal conversation. maybe he shouldn’t be snooping on you. “edith, could you-“ his heart beats a little faster when he sees his name come up. he’s technically not snooping if it’s about him.
“yes, peter?” edith prompts him. “never mind,” he dismisses her, wanting to find out why he was mentioned. he sneaks a quick peek at mj to make sure she hasn’t caught on. she has a habit of always being in his business. she’s across the bus with brad next to her, so she hasn’t picked up on the fact that peter is watching you two.
chewing on your bottom lip, you type out your next message. peter jumps in his seat as it flashes across the screen.
you
i really like him and i thought he liked me too but he’s been kind of like... idk avoiding me the whole trip?
“i’m not avoiding her!” peter whisper yells, biting the inside of his cheek while he waits for mj to reply. it then hits him what you said in the first part. you like him. not just like him, really like him. he could pass out right now and call this a dream. he’s been crushing on you for a while, but he was too scared to say something. this is definitely a confidence booster.
mj
wdym avoiding you? he’s been ditching the whole class y/n/n. kinda sus if u ask me
you
stopppp 😭 maybe he has something going on bc he’s been weird since before we left
mj
uh he’s been weird his whole life
peter purses his lips at that, eyebrows furrowed in offense. he can’t believe nick fury is ruining his love life. or, the potential of him having a love life. you could’ve been cuddled up next to him and listening to music together right now. he’d made a playlist for the trip of both your favorite songs, that specific reason being why.
but, no. nothing that isn’t superhero related can ever go peter’s way. he’s had enough of fury and his team controlling him.
you
i don’t wanna get dramatic or whatever but should i just give up? if peter is busy i don’t wanna overwhelm him
“thanks, edith. you can stop showing me now,” peter decides, getting up from his seat before he loses his nerve to. he makes his way through the aisle and over to you. “i said all kids stay seated!” dimitri scolds him with a stern look through the front mirror. he doesn’t actually care if people get up, he just wants to keep peter away from everyone else. good thing he’s the one driving so he can’t do anything about it.
“sorry!” peter calls back, making you look up from your phone. giving him a lopsided smile, you quickly shut it off. you didn’t expect him to be the rule breaker getting yelled at. “hey,” you greet him. “hey. can i sit with you?” peter smiles back, without the nervousness. he already knows your feelings are mutual.
you scoot closer to the window so there’s more room. “yeah, always.” “thanks,” he breathes out a laugh and takes his seat. “i like your glasses. when did you get those?” you compliment, loving the way the blue frames sit on his face. peter squints at you. “glasses? what glasses- oh.” he’d forgotten to take them off before coming over. great, now he needs an excuse.
“they... they, um, at this store in venice...” that’s all he can come up with. you’re guessing the glasses have something to do with his stress lately, and you’re not far off. you let him leave it at that. “well, they look really good on you. really really good,” you laugh and get a laugh of relief out of peter as well. “thank you, y/n/n.” “you’re welcome.” you’re grinning for real now, and being the cause of it makes peter so happy.
he’s ready to shoot his shot.
“do you wanna, um, listen to music with me?” peter asks softly over the loud rumbling of the bus. “i made a playlist... for us.” for us. him coming over here, thinking of you like that, the doubts you were having earlier are starting to fade away. you nod, a giggle slipping out of you. “yeah, we can share my earbuds. thanks, peter.”
you unzip your backpack and grab them, peter biting back another grin. this is working out exactly how he wanted it to. you hold out an earbud to him and put yours in. peter does the same, adjusting his while both of you move in so the wire doesn’t stretch. yup, that’s why. definitely not so you two can be closer.
“can i plug these in?” peter asks, taking the connecting end of the wire. “mhm,” you hum and watch him put it into his phone. he opens up spotify and goes to his playlist, titled with a smiley face and every pink heart emoji. that brings yet another smile to your face. “aw, that’s cute,” you comment, taking a leap of faith and resting your head on peter’s shoulder.
peter hits shuffle and makes a move of his own by resting his head on yours. he lowers the music a bit so he can say something to you, confess to you what he finally has the courage to you. “hey, y/n?” he mumbles, waiting for you to look at him. you already were. “i like you.” you settle into peter even more and let out a content sigh. “i like you, too.”
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Hi storm. First of all thank you so much for answering to all the asks so well. I really appreciate your positive approach. Also you never say things without any legit link or proof. So that's really commendable. Please keep up the good work. I want to know yesterday a few tkkrs said tkk went home in the same car which later got proved wrong, they took separate cars. But Jikook didn't travel together either, JK went alone and JM with Namjoon. Do you think they are still together or they are still a couple? Please don't hate me, I'm a new jikooker, I love their bond, but so many ppl are saying they grew distant, do you think it's possible they broke up?
Please have a lovely day and take care! 💕
Hello, thank you for the kind words. I'll answer this since you are new and seem truly just geniune in your ask. I'll also advise you to curate your timeline away from toxic shippers who edit and Manipulate footage or make it seem like any of the members don't like each other. A lot of this can be answered just by going through my old posts. I'll link you to some below. But the short answer here is, I think Jikook are absolutely fine and there has been nothing in any of their interactions together that make it look like they are a couple who are trying to find a working relationship again after a break up. They seem find and you can feel and see the emotional intimacy and connection between them in any interactions we do see.
This anon explained it well just recently with the car sharing and other moments that I added briefly onto:
I was a little more rude in this response to someone insisting KM have broke up in 2021, but it includes their NY moments just recently which also showcased their emotional intimacy that is still there and still thriving, the way they supported each other and looked to each other for comfort through the UN speech especially:
A response to someone saying they have drifted apart during 2021:
Sane thing as above but with black haired Jikook over Summer 2021:
A third ask about Jikook from Butter era being supposedly distant. Here I also talk about how it's normal normal couples to fight and again, discuss the content timeline and how released content works and how we don't see everything that happens during an era until much later usually:
A post that I responded to during the first week or two that I started this blog right after Butter was released about how Jikook have broken up or were heading in that direction:
A post about how there is no discomfort or panic between Jikook whenever they interact together which is some weird agenda spread by other shippers (mostly tkkrs) who try to invalidate jikooks bond in an effort to prove their ship:
My response to chronically insecure jikook shippers during an ask a while ago:
Why watching original content and not just clips from shippers can help erase that insecurity:
My response here to this ask for someone who was insecure over Jikook because they acted too much like a couple sometimes and what if they truly are just acting:
And because fanservice in regards to Jikook get brought up a lot by new and insecure jikooker... No, Jikook are not acting and they are not fanservice. That is spread by antis and devalue their bond anyway they can. You can find all those fanservice post series on my masterlist, which I encourage you to check out as well. There is a lot there. I know this is basically just a bunch of links to a bunch of different posts covering way more than you asked for. But I wanted to just go ahead and link to all the times I've talked about this topic. About people who are insecure or who are antis trying to insist to people that Jikook are not close anymore or are distant. It's tiring to have the same conversation over and over again. This is again, nothing towards YOU, anon. I will be adding this post with all these links to my masterlist so I can send others here or they can find it on their own next time someone else has an insecurity over their bond ask for me. Makes it easier on me too. Lol
Thank you for your ask. Thank you for being kind about it and seeming like you genuinely care for my answer. Hope all this helps and doesn't overwhelm you or anything. Feel free to come back and ask any follow up questions or any others you may have. And welcome to the fandom 💜💜💜
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