#i am putting way yo much connective thought into these

[corvidaeconundrum]

My Mimic!Cesar playlist thus far! ( @mustangs-flames )

I think it’s pretty okay, wanted to order it in the way he changes and advances through the story, but havent really gotten to that yet so it’s pretty mixed up. Somewhat in that order though.

Sorry if any of these are odd, I’m going off my personal feelings here✌️ Working on a human cesar and mark one currently, both are making me kick scream and cry

#corvidae says things #spotify playlist #hail true body #htb #htb mimic!cesar #htb playlist #this was made at 3 am but I think it looks fine probably #he is verg jack stauber and vocaloid coded to me though #something wrong and inhuman yet melodious all the same #i want to rant so bad about how im making these playlists cause OUGH #i am putting way yo much connective thought into these #Spotify

[patscorner]

FAMILY DINNER PART 4 (FINALE)

Summary: Chris joins your family for dinner for the first time and it does not go as planned

Tw: Swearing, narcissistic dad, verbal arguing, panic attack mentions of alcohol use, mentions of ed(NO DETAIL), lmk if I missed something

wc: 3.5k

a/n: so sorry this one took so long. I've been swamped with schoolwork and writers block. here's the long-awaited finale. feel free to leave ur thoughts in my inbox

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You turn around at the voice, as you recognize it, but can’t put your finger on it. You turn around to look at Nick, whose head is also turned to look in the direction of the voice. “Who’s that?” Nick asked, letting you go and moving so you could see the figure clearly.

You don’t recognize the person at first, but based on his familiar figure and his almost distinguishable voice, the dots connect in a moment's time.

You gasp, your hands covering your mouth as your heart jumps in your chest. Your eyes meet the familiar eyes of your older brother, Cam. He looks much different from the last time you saw him, his ginger hair grown past his ears, and he’s started growing a beard.

You don’t say a word before walking up to him. You reach up and touch his face to make sure he’s real, and you're not seeing things; something you wouldn’t put past yourself, as this entire night seems like some long, tragic, nightmare.

“I’ve missed you.” He whispers, pulling you into a much needed warm embrace. You bury your head in the crook of his neck as tears, ones that you thought you’d run out of, fall from your eyes and onto his shirt. “Missed you, too.” Your voice comes out muffled by his shirt.

You pull away and look at the stain on his shirt. “Oops.” You say, smiling, remembering how Cam used to complain about the tear stains on his shirt when you were younger, but you both knew it never really bothered him too much. “Damn it. It’s been like 20 seconds, and you’ve already got my shirt wet. Like you're doing it on purpose at this point.” he laughs. You slap his chest and laugh lightly.

The laughing dies down and you guys are met with awkward silence. “So, what the fuck happened around here?” he asked, breaking the silence. You look at him sadly, before your eyes drop to your shoes. “Oh, you know, just a good ole family dinner.” You glance up at Cam, whose lip curls upwards for a second, before dropping. “What happened?” he asked, softer this time, looking for more of an answer.

“Dad met my boyfriend.” You say. “I sent yo-” you cut yourself off as your eyes widened. “Wait, why’d you come, you never come.” You haven’t seen your brother in more than 5 years, and all the sudden he randomly shows up to a family dinner? You’ve sent him countless invites to the family gatherings, all were left unanswered.

“Well, I couldn’t miss another boyfriend meeting. Not after the last one. Plus, I didn’t get an invite last year or the year before, so I was really confused. I thought you guys finally realized how nothing ever changes.” His voice was calm, like it usually was, even when talking about something so emotional. You nodded, eyes lighting up once again, as you remember Nick is standing behind you. “That reminds me. Nick! Come here!” You raise your voice slightly at Nick, who is no more than ten feet away on his phone, probably texting Marylou and Jimmy about their situation.

Nick turns around and smiles, making his way to you both. “This is Chris’s brother, Nick. Nick, this is my older brother, Cam.” The men exchange greetings and Cam turns to you. “Where is your boyfriend, anyway?”

“Currently? Probably getting processed into the county jail.” Nick speaks bluntly. You and Cam look over at him, Cam more shocked than I am. “Seriously?” Cam’s eyes shoot to yours. You nod. “Holy, fuck, this is worse than last time.” he rubs his head, as you nod once again.

“What happened last time?” Nick asks, looking between you and Cam. Cam shakes his head, “Story for another time, but let’s just say he did not stay for dessert.” You laugh at the reference, shaking your head at the memory. Nick rolls his eyes. “How are we gonna get my brother out of jail?” he reminds you.

You sigh, “I don’t know if we can. Where the fuck are we gonna get sixty grand? I-I mean, we could make a go fund me, I’m certain your fans would be more than willing…” You truly have no other ideas, and as much as you didn’t want to use their fans for money, you were desperate. You could see Nick hesitate at the idea, knowing his PR team was gonna have a field day.

“Let me help.” Cam offers, shrugging it off. You and Nick both look at him. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.” You say, shaking your head.

“You didn’t ask, I offered.” he shrugged again. “Let me help.” he repeated, this time more sternly, as if every other suggestion was out of the question. You look at Nick who raises his eyebrows. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” Nick responds, quickly embracing Cam.

Cam’s eyes widened, hesitating for a moment before hugging him back. You smile, knowing Cam was never the type to enjoy hugs or any sort of physical touch. “Alright, alright, if you hug me any tighter, you’ll pop my lungs.” he strained out.

Nick pulled away, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry.” He nervously shoved his hands in his pocket. You chuckle at Nick’s actions, before embracing Cam as well, yours a lot more heartfelt. “I’m so happy you’re back.” you mumble into his shoulder. He squeezes you tighter. “Happy to be back.”

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Cam now sat on the couch, checkbook open. You’d told your siblings he was back, and tears were shed. You had no idea where your mom was, nor did you care. She and your father were the least of your concerns, you just wanted your boyfriend. Even though it’s only been a couple hours, you were so worried about Chris.

You knew how much he liked to talk, and that scared the fuck outta you, but Matt assured you he knew how to shut the fuck up when he absolutely needed. If it came to his or his family’s safety, Chris would never speak again.

“Okay, okay, so I can get 2000 dollars from Mom and Dad, out of their retirement fund.” Nick spoke out, typing quickly on his phone. He had convinced Cam not to pay for it all because it was his brother, not Cam’s. Cam reluctantly agreed. Cam nodded at Nick’s words.

“I can give you guys 52 grand, I just won’t be able to get starbucks in the morning anymore.” He shrugged. You had learned that Cam was the CEO of a very prestigious clothing company, ‘Cam’s Clothing’, (very creative), which is where he got all this money from. “So with 52 grand, Peter’s grand, my two grand, and Nick’s 2 grand, it’s only 57,000 dollars.” You sigh.

“Yeah, but the officer only said it was an estimate. It may not be that much.” Matt chimed in, rubbing Maya’s back. She had refused to go upstairs again, and opted for sleeping on Matt’s lap. He didn’t mind, and you were too tired to fight it. Plus, you understood, Matt had been the closest thing to a father figure tonight, and Maya needed that.

The rest of the night consisted of you being held by Cam as he told you, your siblings, and Nick and Matt, stories about his life since he’d been gone. You were so happy he was back, and you let him distract you and your family from the tasks that were to come.

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The next week was spent sitting down with Chris’s lawyer, the triplets PR team, figuring out how to get him out of jail, and how to do so quietly. None of you cared if the internet knew, it was moreso the onslaught of opinions that would pop up from people who had no fucking idea what was going on. It’s been a week, and none of the triplets had posted anything, except for Nick posting on the group account that something came up and there wouldn’t be a video for a while.

And that alone was enough to send the fans into a spiral. All hell broke loose as theories and conspiracies flew towards the Sturniolos left and right. Some say Matt was sent to a mental institution, that one of the triplets was dying, that Chris and you broke up. It was chaos, causing you and the triplets to delete social media. You’d all be back, but you were already stressed as is, and you didn’t need to add dumbass rumors to the mix.

Tensions had already boiled over, when you went off on Matt because he blamed you for Chris going to jail in the first place.

“I can’t fucking believe your father put my brother in jail.” Matt scoffed. You both had been going back and forth playfully, until you made a joke Matt didn’t like, causing him to overstep. It had been a long day, as he hadn’t been sleeping and social media was getting in his head. You were just as stressed as Matt so of course the argument escalated.

“That’s got nothing to do with me, Matt! I told you all what was going to happen if we went! And if I remember correctly, youall said it was going to be fine! This isn’t fucking on me.” You spit out. You were glad your younger siblings weren’t home. They didn’t need to hate Matt, because you didn’t even if you were arguing with him.

“How the fuck was I supposed to know your bitchass dad was going to try and kill him?! This isn’t on anyone but you and your fucked up family!” he shouts. At that moment, you were also glad Peter and Cam weren’t home, because if they were, there would be a Sturniolo in the hospital, and a couple more charges on Peter.

“Matthew Bernard! What the fuck is your problem?!” Nick scolded. He’d been watching the argument unfold, not wanting to intervene, although now he wished he had. “Have you lost your fucking mind?!” Nick shouted at Matt, who looked at his shoes. You felt the hot tears roll down your face as you stared at Matt.

Your heart stung at his words, sure, but you always had a way of understanding when any of the triplets were overwhelmed. So, instead of shouting back at him, you walked up to him and took him into a tight embrace. He immediately broke down in your arms, his tears staining your shirt. His knees went weak and you slowly lowered both of you to the ground. Nick joined you shortly after, and the three of you spent the rest of that night crying in each other's arms.

So it’s safe to say social media had to go. That was a no brainer. So all of you deleted the apps, making sure the accounts stayed.

Now if someone were to ask you how you were doing, you would burst into tears. You missed your boyfriend and you worried about him constantly. Despite having talked to him everyday through the jail phone, updating him on progress, and him assuring you he was fine, you couldn’t help but hold the heavy weight of anxiety on your chest.

Your nails were bitten down to the nub from the chewing and you had rashes on your arms from scratching your skin as you thought about your boyfriend. Nick had to talk you out of driving to the jailhouse and demanding them to release your boyfriend, and Matt had to calm you down from multiple panic attacks you had just doing things that reminded you of him.

But finally, the day had come. Your dad and Chris in the courtroom, both in orange jumpers and handcuffs on their wrists, your dads arms behind his back, your boyfriends in front of him. Chris looked exhausted, and you assumed it’s because he never slept well by himself. His hair was unkempt and his stubble had started growing in, due to him not being able to shave. His bruises had mostly healed, except for the cut above his eyebrow you must’ve missed when he was in the cop car.

Your dad on the other hand, had 2 officers on each side of him, and his face was fucked up. He had a bruise along his jaw, along with a black eye and a bloody nose. You almost feel bad, but then remember he’s the whole reason you’re in this mess.

There’s no jury, so it’s just you, Nick, Matt, Cam, and Peter sitting in the courtroom. When Chris locks eyes with you, his face lights up and his eyes immediately fill with tears. Not only has he missed you, but he’s missed his brothers, his freedom, and his privacy.

The trial goes smoothly, the judge asks your dad to stop talking twice. Other than that, the trial continued without issues, both lawyers articulating their words carefully for the best outcome for their clients. The judge did not seem to bite the bait your dad’s lawyer laid out, seeing right through the fancy words to distract him from what was truly being implied.

You could tell by the way he looked unimpressed at your dad, even more so when he found out about his not so pretty criminal history. However, when it came down to it, Chris attacked him, despite the valid reasoning. The judge did recognize Chris’s clean record, not even having a parking ticket, which isn’t surprising considering the man didn’t have his license. Chris and his lawyer had their story down to a tee, while your dad and his lawyer struggled to cover up the holes forming in their version.

The judge noticed, of course, and he didn’t let them get away with it either. After what felt like years, the judge came to a conclusion.

“In the case of David, you’ll be sentenced to 3 years in the county penitentiary, with bail being posted at eighty-five thou-”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me! He hit me! Why the fuck would I go to prison?!” Your dad cuts him off, ignoring his lawyer’s pleas. He had stood up, causing the officers around him to be on high alert.

“Sir, stop talking. If you find it hard to do so, you will be removed from the courtroom.” the judge deadpanned. Your dad grumbled under his breath before sitting back down reluctantly.

“Thank you.” he clears his throat. “Where was I-? Oh, okay. Bail will be posted at eighty five thousand dollars, with a year and a half of probation.” he sighs as he directs his attention to Chris.

“In the case of Chris, you will not have to go to prison.” You let out a deep breath you didn’t even know you were holding, clinging to Nick’s side, squeezing his bicep in anticipation. “However.”

Your heart dropped.

“You will be on probation for six months, because you did assault an officer. I understand you have two places of residence, so you can choose what state you’d like to be as you will not be able to leave.

The judge stacked his papers up before looking at the plaintiff. “Get him in a transport van. And get Mr. Sturniolo out of those handcuffs.” The plaintiff nods as he starts towards Chris. The judge smacked the gavel on the table.

“Case dismissed.”

You stand at the stove, stirring the steaming pot of spaghetti, humming to Right Here by Chase Atlantic. It’s been a month since Chris and your dad’s trial, and things have been… rocky to say the least. After getting a mouthful from your mother, she left the house without telling anyone her destination. You figured she just left to cool off, as she had before, but after a day, you began growing worried.

The second your call went to voicemail for the 45th time, you decided to file a missing persons report. Of course, they claimed they couldn’t do anything, especially after you slipped up and told them it’s happened before, they no longer took you seriously, despite you informing them that it’s never lasted this long before.

That following weeks, you decided that she probably wasn’t coming back, so you got temporary custody of your younger siblings. That’s the reason you're still in your hometown, cooking dinner for 9. You knew the boys would be hungry when they got back from James’s football game, and since they had already got takeout twice that week, you told Matt to just bring them home.

Jules and Maya went to a friend's house for a playdate, although Julia insisted it was a hangout. So that left you at home alone, which you didn’t mind considering you live with 9 people temporarily. But your peace is interrupted by the door unlocking, followed by lots of yelling.

You roll your eyes and turn your music off, as you know you won’t be able to hear it anyway. James is the first up the stairs with a giant smile on his face, running up to you. “I won the first game! I got the winning touchdown, and even though some bitch fucked up my shoulder, I was able to catch the ball!”

Your eyes widen as you look at Nick. “Why the fuck is my brother swearing like a sailor?!” You exclaim. “You told me you’d watch your mouth.” You point at Nick after turning the heat down on the stove.

“Why’d you assume it was me?! Matt spends more time with him!?” Nick raised his hands in defense. “Matt knows how to watch his mouth, unlike you!” you laugh.

“She’s got a point.” Matt spoke. Nick rolls his eyes and James looks at you with giant puppy eyes. “What?”

“I scored the winning touchdown!” he announced. You laughed, and engulfed him in a big hug, grimacing at his sweaty body. “Congratulations, kid. I’m proud of you. Now go shower, you stink.” you say pulling away.

“Thank you.” he looked up at you before sprinting up the stairs. You smile as you direct your attention to the rest of the boys that had walked in. Cam, Peter, and Nick got comfy on the couch, while Matt made his way to his room.

You smile at the last standing brunette, your beautiful boyfriend, taking his shoes off. “Hi, baby.” he says as he approaches you, resting his hands around your waist. You nuzzle your head into his chest, humming as you breathe in his scent. Ever since Chris got back, you’d be clinging to him like a koala.

“What’re you making?” he asks softly, guiding you both to the stove, curiously peering into the pot. “Chicken alfredo.” you reply, taking the boiling water off the hot eye. Noticing the sudden silence, you turn around to see all eyes on you.

“What?” you question, looking down at yourself, checking that you didn’t spill anything on your clothes. When you find nothing, you look back up. “What?” you repeat.

“Chris if you don’t fucking marry her, I will.” Nick finally says, causing Cam to laugh. You smile as you look at Chris, who practically has hearts in eyes. “Nah, bro, she’s all mine.” he smiles, approaching you and cupping your jaw with both hands, before kissing you passionately. You hesitate out of shock, before melting into the kiss.

You swear you could feel every word Chris wanted to say, in that one moment. You could feel every word of admiration, every word laced with love, all communicated to you through one kiss.

“Alright, alright, get a room.” Peter grimaces, turning back to the TV.

Chris pulls away, rolling his eyes. “With pleasure.” he said, grabbing your hand, pulling you behind him as he started towards the stairs.

“Ew!” Nick exclaimed.

“I should’ve shut my mouth.” Peter laughs, shaking his head. “Use protection!” Cam called after you, causing you to laugh out loud.

“Chris, what about dinner?” you ask as he tugs you up the stairs into the guest bedroom where you and him reside. “They can get takeout.” he muttered, closing the door as he pulled you into another loving kiss. You roll your eyes but sigh into the kiss anyway.

He leads you to the bed, pushing you down so he can hover over you. “You’re so fucking pretty.” he whispers before wrapping his lips around your neck. You whine as he sucks the spot on your neck.

“Chris..”

“Hm.”

“I love you.” He pulls away, placing a kiss on your lips. “I love you so much more, sweetheart.” he whispers as he rubs circles on your hips with his right hand. “Now, stay still.”

You latch your lips onto his, continuing the passionate make out Chris had started downstairs. His tongue swipes your bottom lip, and you open your mouth a little, as a battle for dominance ensues. You lose, as usual.

You both are interrupted by your phone buzzing, and you pull away as Chris whines. “Baby…”

“I know, hang on.” You open your phone and see a message from Cam.

|‘Dont be silly, wrap the willy’|

|‘No but fr, that mf better pull out, theres already to many kids’|

You laugh and show Chris the phone, and he smiles before rolling his eyes playfully. “Fine, now can we continue?”

You smile. “Yes, sir.” kissing Chris as he groans.

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[zoe-is-amazingg]

Ghostface Ethan headcannons

Ghostface!Ethan X Fem!Ghostface!Reader

NSFW and SFW

Warnings - Fluff and smut, pervy Ethan. Dom!Ethan X Sub!Reader,

SFW

+ When you arrived at Blackmore with the 'Core four', you met Ethan trying to help Chad settle in

+ Let's just say he took a 'quick' liking to you

+ You had always thought he was a cool person and you thought you both had connection with each other

+ You definitely flirted with him a lot

+ He would always be like flustered by what you're saying to him, and you would just laugh and leave him there

+ He would find it frustrating but cute at the same time

+ Then one day, your teeny tiny crush on him slipped out while talking to Tara

"Really, Y/N? The Nerd?""I dunno what it is."

+ And this is when she told Chad, and oh boy he was so happy because Ethan told him the same thing about you

+ Him and Tara worked on this plan for a whole week just for you two to get together

+ You were basically in love with him by the time they started the plan

+ You and Ethan were in the library, and he was explaining Econ to you because you had 'no' idea what you were doing in this class, and you just 'desperately' needed his help iykyk

+ You liked seeing him ramble on about Econ and all this other shit that he was interested in

+ Anyway, Ethan started to notice you were just watching him talk and pointed you out for it

"Do you even need my help?" He teased you, making your cheeks go a dark red.

"Yes, I really do, I just hate Econ."

+ Ethan wasn't buying it

"Let's leave, I don't think your paying much attention to me anyways."

Oh boy you were, just not in the way he wants.

"I am, I promise."

+ Eventually, Ethan started rambling on again and you continued watching him

+ He would totally fiddle with his fingers after figuring out you were watching him

+ This is when Tara and Chad saw you guys sitting and just chatting about Econ

+Chad stole Ethan and Tara stole you

+They both lead you to the same place but in different ways and directions

"Tara, where are we going, I have to go back and study."

"Studying can wait girl."

+ This is when Tara threw you into a closet and locked the door

+ This is when you realized it is a weirdly huge closet

"Chad let me out! This isn't funny bro!" You hear Ethan yell. You slowly walk around to see him banging on another door.

"Ethan..." You mumble, he turns around and looks at you.

"Y/N!" He slowly walks up to you and smiles brightly.

"Did Tara put you in here?" He asks and you nod. "Of course."

+ He notices that you both go set up almost straight away and that surprised you, he usually doesn't notice things straight away

+ The dimly lit closet and his face together to you was bliss

+ You could look at him and get away with it!

+ Not until he decides to break the silence

"Can I tell you something Y/N." He says and you nod. "You've been my friend for like ever, and I couldn't help for me to sometimes...well, fuck... most of the time, want it to be more."

+ You kissed him right then and there

+ Let's just you both had built up feelings

+ You both kissed until Tara and Chad opened up the door and you and Ethan kind of runed out

+ But you didn't rush the time that you had

+ You both down at the table and Tara and Chad kind of didn't matter to you both anymore

+ You both finished up studying and ended up chilling at your apartment

+ You both watched a movie but ended up just talking and or making out

+ You would go to his dorm or vice versa and would watch movies together

+ Baby, Sweetie, Princess and Doll. Those are the type of names he would call you

+ Then the Ghostface killings started

+ You 'knew' he wasn't Ghostface

+ Even though he leave and then dead people will pop on the news the night he left

+ And sometimes the people that have died would be guys that you have talked to the day before

+ But Ethan is sweet and kind and could never hurt a fly

+ You guys would cuddle all the time

+ And he would try to make you feel as safe and comfortable as possible

+ He always made you feel safe and comfortable anyways so the way he was trying to do more was just perfect to you

+ Whenever you guys would fight, he'd leave and then come back with some roses or chocolates

+ One fight he left and didn't come back, and you were starting to get worried

+ Until your phone started to ring

+ You picked it up and you heard a voice you never wanted to hear

"Hey Y/N, I saw your little fight with Ethan." Ghostface says.

"Leave me alone." You half yell, not wanting anyone to hear.

"Come on doll." Ghostface whispers.

"Why the fuck did you just call me that?"

+ Then someone knocks on your door

+ You open it and to your surprise, Ethan, in a Ghostface costume, with blood, lots of it

+ Let's just say the shock you got, you couldn't even process it

"Look, I would never hurt you Y/N, I just need you to understand that this is who I am."

"Yes, But no, what the fuck?" You mumble, he takes more steps to get closer to you and you take more steps back until you're in a corner.

"Come on, Y/N I love you."

+ It took you a while, but you got used to it

NFSW

+ Before you guys started dating, he would steal your underwear and you would have no clue

+ You would look for them and then they would pop up again the next day

+ Whenever you would call him, he would jerk off to your voice, you never noticed this until one time, there was such a clear moan coming from his end of the line

"Y/N." He moans.

"Ethan?" You cough awkwardly

+ He immediately stopped and claimed he was doing nothing and you would just brush it off

+ When you both started dating, he would do things that would turn you on and him at the same time like rubbing your bodies together to form friction

+ He would always make little remarks at your outfits

"Baby, that outfit look's so good on you, I can't wait to eat you out in it later." He winks.

"Come 'ere doll, I want to fuck you, you look so good."

+ But they somehow would always turn you on so much that you didn't even want to go out

+ The group had a joke about the most innocent couple and that was you guys

+ Little did they know that you both were fucking anywhere you could

+ You even fucked on Sam's bed!

+ Until one day you got caught fucking

+ Everyone knew you both were dating but not fucking every chance you had between yourselves

+ Anyway, I see him as a choking, dob but sub if he wants to, knife play type of guy

+ Like, once you knew he was Ghostface, he fucked you in the costume

+ I could also see him carving his itinals under your tits

+ God, any noise you make turns him on so much

+ Even if it is just a tiny whimper or muffled moan

+ But he goes crazy when you moan into his skin, he loves feeling the vibrations and everything

+ He'd fuck you anywhere like I said

+ If he met your parents, he'd totally be a dick and like turn you on by like rubbing his fingers on your inner thigh or just completely fingering you

+ He honestly would love the way you would cough to stop any noise from coming out of your mouth

"Ethan!" You yell whisper, "The fuck are you doing?"

"Y/N, no whispering at the dinner table." Your dad says. "Anything you want to say to Ethan you can say to us."

+ The self-control this man had to have for him not to tell everyone that he was finger fucking you

+ But he knew that you would probably dump him

+ And you never met his parents (Jee, i wonder why?)

+ He would fuck the shit out of you if you pissed him off

"Come on, use that dirty mouth on me now if you have no trouble saying shit like that to me when were in a fight"

+ And he would always make do want he wants (But he'd still make you get there in the end

A.N - Just smt while I finish Y.J.N.M.T Part 4. That might be the final part because I'm done with that seires ngl. Pleae request smt. If you requested the JJ thing. I'm working on that, it is almost done. I'm also adding a new fiction to my list and that is The Summer I Turned Pretty. Jeremiah Fisher, Steven Coklin and Conrad Fisher

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✍🏻Destined Person's Words of Love ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

‘Let’s face it, no pretty girl in her right mind wants me. She wants Gregory Peck.’

‘Is that so?’

‘Well, isn’t it?’

‘How do you know what a pretty girl wants?’

‘Well, I don’t really know, but I imagine—'

‘You and your imagination. You think every girl’s a dope! You think a girl goes to a party and there’s some guy, a great big lunk in a fancy striped vest, strutting around like a tiger, giving you that I’m-so-handsome-you-can’t-resist-me look. And from this she’s supposed to fall flat on her face.

Well, she doesn’t fall on her face. But there’s another guy in the room, way over in the corner. Maybe he’s kinda nervous and shy, perspiring a little. First you look past him but then you sort of sense, he’s gentle and kind and worried. And he’ll be tender with you. Nice and sweet. That’s what’s really exciting.

If I were your wife, I’d be very jealous of you… I’d be very, very jealous.’

— The Marilyn Monroe in The Seven Year Itch (1955)

SONG: Baby Baby cover by TAEIL & Unforgettable by Nat King Cole

MOVIE: Only Lovers Left Alive (2013) & Whisper of the Heart (1995)

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People often can’t see for themselves just how lovely they are in someone else’s eye. Although it is important we don’t depend our entire sense of worth on another person’s acknowledgement or approval, I still think it’s such a sweet thing to be reminded by a wonderful someone that we are inherently wonderful ourselves.

Maybe because society is such a hurtful place to be… people, have a habit of viewing themselves quite harshly; full of judgements and malignant points of view. But if someone lovely views you so dearly, wouldn’t you be a darling and think lovelier thoughts of yourself, too?🥰

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Pile 1 – I’ve Kept My Love Only for You

VIBE: Alone by Jimin & Kako to Genjitsu (The Past and Reality) by BONNIE PINK

you reflected in my Eye – 7 of Pentacles Rx

My Dearest, do you know how many secrets I hide deep within my heart? Secrets not even my close friends would ever figure. I’ve dealt with a lot in this lifetime. This Life, has not been exactly very kind to me. But I am managing, and I often think to myself, which I know must be true, that I’m still going on only because you have been protecting me from somewhere I can’t see. I can feel you, that’s why.

I don’t know what you look like, but I’ve often felt your embrace when life knocks me down—when shit hit like a storm and tried to kill me; I could feel your hands healing me with magic stardust. I always knew it. But I couldn’t put that into words for surely everybody would think me insane. But My Love, I am crazy. Sometimes I can’t breathe—my yearning for you suffocates me with so much pining.

Where are you? Dammit, I’m in pain. I think about you all the time. You’ve given me something precious to live by. I hope I’ve done the same for you, in any way, any small way, even if just a bit. I want to be of some use to you. I want to embrace and protect you like you’ve done for me. When are you coming? I am so sad but nobody will ever know of it because I’m in love with a Ghost.

manifesting you, my Dear – 5 of Cups Rx

There’s a lot about the past I must let go, heal from, and trust me, I’m doing it! I’m at my best healing my soul, my heart, my mind; all so I can be a good person for you. I don’t want to be a shitty person carrying, well, a lot of shit when we meet. I don’t want my toilet baggage of a past to ruin our connection when the time is right for us to meet! I know it’s a lot to say, but I’m crazy about you.

I think about you all the time, hoping you’d feel me constantly the way I’m feeling you. I wonder, am I feeling you so much because… you’re actually thinking of me, too? Dammit! I wish I could know for sure! Tell me, babe! Argh… I’m so curious I could die! Do you miss me? Do you like me? Do you want… to be with me? Do you… feel me?

I haven’t told anybody about you. I’ve never really spoken of you. I dunno… it just feels so preciously secret I feel I shouldn’t be precarious about it lest someone hurts you in the process. It doesn’t make sense, right? But you’re someone I have to protect in secrecy. It’s hard to put into words but your aenergy is so pure, so precious, only for me; I don’t want to spoil it by sharing my knowledge of you with anybody else. I guess I’m obsessed LMAO I’m possessed by you!

i love You – 3 of Swords

Tell me, has the world been unkind to you as well? Sometimes I see you crying in my dreams. And I worry. For a whole day. A whole week. Sometimes it’s impossible to shake off thoughts of you hurting even though I don’t even know where you are. I miss you. I love you, you know? I promise everything will be alright when you’re with me. Come to me already. I’m ready for you. I’m SO ready for you, babe! Jump into my embrace you cutie pie! I’ll hold you for days.

And I haven’t the slightest doubt you’re the most beautiful being to walk on Earth. Yeah, that’s why you’ve dealt with envious bitches, right? I know that. Dunno how I do, but I know that. Though it may sound stoopid, I’m jealous of those who can even meet you in real life. I’m wondering everyday what kind of a wonderful being you are in person. I know you’re a divine healer. Sweet and kind more than appearances could tell.

It’s only because you exist in this world that I’ve been able to live this long. Otherwise, I would’ve died a long, long, long time ago. I’ve kept on living just for you. I wish you’d know that. I’ve kept my Love only for you and no one else. Never anybody else. I’m so grateful for you but I’m so sad. I miss you so badly sometimes I could go crazy. I’m haunted by dreams of you and I can’t even recognise your face. I want to see you.

MY MUSE🔻💚

how Grateful i am – Green Magus (John Dee)

I will be with you! – Priestess of Fertility

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Pile 2 – Loving All of You in This Reality

VIBE: I Like Me Better cover by Jaehyun & Neko to Inu (Cat and Dog) by Sakamoto Maaya

you reflected in my Eye – 7 of Wands Rx

Hey bro, you see, the world is full of distractions and my mind races a million lightyears per hour, but I’ve got things to say. So bear with me. Ahem!

You, are God. And I, am not a simp! Listen, hon. I have so much passion for you. Big, big passion; as wide as the seas and high as the skies, and I hope you can understand how much I feel for you. I’m not a poet; though I try to be, but I’m not a book smart kinda person, unfortunately *sigh*

You see, in the past, or should I say up until just recently, I’ve not been the nicest or greatest person you could possibly meet. I was lazy, I wasn’t responsible or realistic at all. I was simply, lost. In many ways, I admit I’ve been a loser of sort. I’ve hated myself quite a lot, if I cared to admit. But you’re like the complete opposite of me. NO wait…

The truth is, I see that you’re a reflection of myself. You are me. But just the good parts. When I look at you, I’m reminded of my own potentials and I really love how you make me feel when I’m with you. I can see myself in a better light when I see myself reflected in your eyes. The way you see and think of me… God, how can a person be so good and still be attracted to me…

manifesting you, my Dear – King of Wands

Therefore, baby, I want you to know that I’m working on myself. Up until now I’ve always thought of myself as someone who has not much else but passion! But that has made me a rather chaotic clown. The truth is, I didn’t really know what to do with my own passion, my own Life. What kinds of things were possible for me to manifest? What kinds of things would be good to even manifest? I was lost, lost, lost.

But goddamn, you appeared out of nowhere, like godsend, and bam! Wham! I was changed. Now I have bigger, nobler dreams because you’re in the picture! All that I want, I want you to be part of it. I want you. A Life with you. I’ll build a kingdom for the two of us. Nothing in this world would mean something if you’re not with me. Would you marry me? Ah… sorry, that jumped out on its own.

Heheh my mind jumps from one thing to another sometimes I surprise myself. I hope you don’t mind me being this chaotic—I’ve still got room to grow! I’m still growing up and I want to become closer to something as talented as you, sincerely. You are my role model, don’t you know that? You may think it sounds weird but I’m not embarrassed to say that!

i love You – 5 of Wands Rx

I’m afraid of competition. That’s all my Life has been. If I’m honest, I’m torn between my confidence in winning you and my occasional sense of worthlessness. I’m afraid you’re never going to view me as good enough for someone as good as you. I know you’re my Destined Person! So I know I shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts… but I can’t help it somehow.

Maybe the problem is that I want so badly to become like you. To become someone who won’t be embarrassing to you. And that’s a lot of work, okay? Just… seriously, a lot of work on my part. I’m not saying it’s not worth it, I’m just afraid. I’ve been a loser too long. Ah, never mind. I know, I know. I think my mind just needs to grow up a bit more.

The problematic thing is, when I think about you, I go back to my younger self who had more dreams and ambitions and then I become scared again LMAO I’m a mess. I want to create an amazing world for you and me. How can I ever get there? I’m still figuring this out, alright? We’ve got an entire lifetime to see how this goes😊I LOVE YOU!!

MY MUSE🔻❤️

how Grateful i am – Red Historian (John Dee)

I will be with you! – Priestess of Faith

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Pile 3 – All’s Written in the Stars for You and I

VIBE: Serendipity by Jimin & Paris in the Rain by Lauv

you reflected in my Eye – Knight of Cups

Ever since I was only a kid, I’ve always known there was a special someone who was always close by. I’d look up to the heavens to look for you, My Dearest, the brightest of all the Stars. When I look at the Moon, I feel like drowning in your sweet essence. Your soothing voice, your warm embrace—to me, all of that was real. And I knew I was special, because someone special whom I couldn’t see whispered that to me every day.

Because of you, I was able to grow up believing I was meant for something greater in this lifetime. You were always my motivation. I knew that if I became something great, sooner than later I’d meet you; and I’d be proud of the creature I’d made of myself when I present this humble me before your grace. I want you to look at me with stars in your eyes. Because in my mind, with all of my heart I’ve worshipped you.

At least… I’d like to be someone worthy of you. My Queen, I promise you I will become King and bring Heaven on Earth for all that you love. You are surely the loveliest creature I’ll ever know. Sweet and kind, and brave and strong, you are everything all at once. And my heart longs only for you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I will make you the happiest person in the whole world.

manifesting you, my Dear – VII The Chariot Rx

The fact that we are alive, at the same time, in this world is miraculous as it is. If only you knew just how strongly the dark forces are trying to break us apart, keep us separate, you’d marvel at the wonder that you’re even reading this from me! From the moment the Universe was created, you and I have always been one and the same. We’re linked just like that. As long as you think of me, I will always be by your side.

I’m also thinking about you all the time. You exist somewhere in this Galaxy; your body is sleeping somewhere on this Earth. Right now, you are but a dream to me. But my dreams have been leading me to you. I… don’t think we need to even work that hard at manifesting each other. It’s all written in the stars for you and I, darling. Though I admit I fall into a slump sometimes…

Manifesting you is probably not the easiest thing because I’m impatient. I try to be. Seriously. But my longing for you kills me sometimes. I want you right by my side, right now. I keep dreaming about the day we rendezvous under the most magical circumstances. I wonder if you’ll recognise me… Because I know I will. I’ve been manifesting you for the longest time.

i love You – 4 of Swords

I love you. In the purest, gentlest manner possible. I want you to relax when you’re with me. I’d like you to let your guards down and be able to breathe in the sweet air. The wind caresses your hair and there I will be watching your beauty finally in form before me. I will be appreciating the fact we occupy the same space and time at all. I will take in this moment as if it were an eternity.

When you’re with me, there is not a worry. I won’t ever make you doubt my intentions. I’m loyal like that. I’m your only other and I’ll kiss you better. Everything that’s ever caused you pain, I’ll eliminate forever. Everything that’s ever caused you tears, I’ll replace with calm and peace. I’m strong, so you can depend on me. I’ll show you a whole new world, okay?

So, don’t be afraid to trust. Don’t hesitate. I know you waver sometimes but I’m here for you. I’m all yours. I’m not at all like those who’ve been stupid enough to disappoint you. I’ll never hurt you. How could I ever? I’d be killed by a cow if I ever did! My gosh, I love you. I love you. I love you so much I could swallow you whole! Please be with me. Trust in me and never look at anybody else. I beg of you?

MY MUSE🔻💙

how Grateful i am – Red Physician (Galen of Pergamon)

I will be with you! – Priestess of Love

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[hitomisuzuya]

Hi first making a request so kinda nervousss

So do you know that one fanfic,dirty little traitor?

Its about Fem reader being Scara's secretary and we cant refuse what he wants(but we love it secretly)

So imagine how much he's taking advantage of that authority yk

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Cunilligus.

a/n: I'll have to check this fic out because I am not familiar with it. So, this is what I came up with. I hope this was a long the lines of what you were asking for.

Being the secretary for the 6th Fatui Harbinger certainly wasn't easy. Especially given his temperament. Sometimes, people may have looked at you with pity in their eyes.

Lately, every time your presence graced his office, there was one thought that consumed Scaramouche. What you would taste like between your thighs.

You'd given the messenger he'd send out to find you a very weird look. The message he delivered made the look linger on your face.

It said he wanted lunch.

Now, you'd offered to make Scaramouche something to eat before, only to have him tell you off, saying that he didn't need human food. You assume that eating, like sleeping was an optional luxury for him to do occasionally.

When you got to his office, you expected him to scoff and call you an idiot for not having any food with you. Truthfully, try as you might it was hard to figure what exactly he would even like to eat to begin with.

"You normally don't ask for food, but if you tell me what you want to eat, I can get it for--"

"C'mere," Scaramouche cut you off, making a come hither motion with his finger. They way you worded yourself was amusing to him.

You gave him a suspicious look as you made your way over to his desk. "Huh?" You said in surprise when he put his hands on your hips, lifting you to sit on his desk.

Rolling his chair back a little, Scaramouche spread your legs, his lips pulling into a smirk. "I desire something of a different delicacy," He said, pushing your skirt up your thighs some.

You blushed when you figured out what he meant. You couldn't say that you secretly hadn't ever thought about how capable his tongue would be. His smirk widened when he realized you had connected the dots.

Besides, he was your boss. You weren't in the position to refuse him.

Nor did you want to.

He hmmed with approval, and leaned forward in his chair. The way his fingers felt brushing against the skin of your inner thighs made you shiver. "I figured you would be sensitive to the slightest touch from me," He taunted, looking up at you before he pressed the tip of his tongue on your clit outside of your panties.

It only took a few licks and swirls of his tongue to draw shaky sighs of pleasure from you, your clit started to throb and swell. Your arousal coupled with his saliva was starting to soak your panties.

You whined a little when he withdrew his tongue. "Off," He commanded, licking his lips watching you take your panties off.

Spreading your legs wider, Scaramouche licked a line down your cunt, gliding his tongue back up to swirl around your clit. You gulped, doing your best to swallow back the moans threatening to sound from your throat.

"Don't you dare hold anything back from me," He growled into your cunt, giving a warning glare up at you. He prodes the tip of his tongue against your clit, pleased when a loud moan met his ears.

Scaramouche groaned in bliss, vibrating it against your cunt as slipped his tongue inside of you. You tasted even better than he'd imagined. He'd lost count of how many times he'd cum in his hand jacking off to the thought.

Moans poured loud and unabashed from your mouth as his tongue worked over your cunt, sucking and licking. Successfully sussing out every sensitive part effortlessly.

He gave each one equal attention, gripping your hips to hold you in place while you writhed on his desk. Your hands found their way to his head, making him moan as you pressed his mouth against your cunt.

Feeling your orgasm building strongly in your core, you gasped when your walls started clamping consistent and sensitive around his tongue. He alternated between swirling his tongue around your walls, coming up to latch his lips on your clit, sucking relentlessly.

"Cum for me, pet," Scaramouche purred, his tongue eagerly awaiting your release to gush onto his tongue. The more he licked and sucked he discovered that you truly were the taste he had been constantly craving.

Even your body couldn't refuse his command. Letting out a loud whimper that broke into a sob of pleasure , you squirted on his tongue. Your taste had worked him up enough to starting panting softly as he lapped up your release like a dog who needed water on a hot summer day.

Needless to say, you would be spending the rest of your day locked in his office with him with your panties off, wet and ready for him in case he desired a snack in between meals.

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[tarotwithlove]

PAC ⋆ what do they wish they could tell you?

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit.

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GROUP ONE

cards · five of wands, knight of pentacles, the devil.

“you think i didn’t care about you, but i did. i’m trying to let you go but it’s hard, because so much of who i’ve become is tied to you and everything this connection has put me through. because so much of my growth came as a direct result of how much you, in your own way pushed me to grow. 

sometimes i think about picking up the phone and calling you, just to pour my heart out to you and let you know everything i’ve ever thought or felt about this connection. but i can’t. this distance between us is too great and you are now so out of my reach; at a distance that feels almost permanent. 

so instead of telling you that i love you or that i miss you or that i wish things had turned out differently, if i ever get the chance to talk to you again i’ll only tell you that i’m proud of you. that i’m excited for what the future has in store for you, because i know that your future is great. that if you could just smile at me once more and tell me goodbye for the last time, i will be happy.

i’ll always be your biggest supporter, whether you know it or not.”

GROUP TWO

cards · the fool, knight of cups, eight of cups.

“you taught me so much about what love could be. about what love could look like and feel like. about what it could mean to be with someone without the weight of fear of disapproval and heartbreak looming over me the entire time. but, more importantly, about what it could mean to love and trust myself through whatever the universe throws at me.

i think of you and i feel like waymond wang, wishing for another life where things aligned for us; for a life where i didn’t have to choose between you and me. but that isn’t the life that we have, and as things stand i am okay with sacrificing a chance at love for a chance at success. 

and maybe one day in the future i will look back with regret that i walked away from you and everything that this connection could have been. maybe one day i will look at the life i built for myself and wish, wistfully, only for you to be there beside me. but for now, i hold my head up high as i walk further and further away from you.

thank you, for everything. for the love you have brought into my life; for the kindness you have shown me; for the passion you have lit in my heart. you have given me more than you could ever know. maybe one day this goodbye will hurt, but for now it has set me free.”

GROUP THREE

cards · ace of wands, two of swords (reversed), the hermit.

“i’m coming back for you. this time apart has pushed me to understand myself and my feelings in ways i could never have planned or imagined. i think about you now and it is with neither pain or confusion, for once i know what i want to do. i know that i want to be with you. 

i want to be able to message you and call you and hear your voice whenever the fancy strikes me, instead of missing you so painfully and wondering what you could be thinking about at this very moment.

i want to tell you everything that has happened since we last saw each other. i want to hear every update that i have missed, every new experience, every new encounter. everything. i want to pull you to me and kiss you until we’re both laughing and out of breath.

i just want you. and i think that i am finally ready to tell you as much.” 

GROUP FOUR

cards · three of cups (reversed), page of pentacles, six of cups (reversed).

“you want me to say that i have spent every day sad and miserable, thinking about you. and while at a time that may have been true, it isn’t true anymore. i have let you go. and the thought of you no longer plagues my mind—gratefully so.

i loved you once, i will never lie and say that i didn’t. what’s the point in that anyway? we both know where we stand with each other; we both know the truth of this connection. tell me you looked in my eyes and didn’t see the overwhelming love i had for you. tell me your every action towards me wasn’t shaped out of your love for me. you can’t.

you think i didn’t know, but i knew. you think i’ll just hold on, but i won’t. your idea of me is warped because you refuse to see the new version of me that i have grown into. i want more from this life than holding onto you and waiting for things to align. i want more from this life than holding onto you and wondering if now will be the right time, or now will be the right time, or NOW will be the right time.

i wish you the best, i really do. but i have a life i want to build for myself, dreams i am going after, and goals i am working hard to achieve. i have a life i am creating for myself, and this connection just does not fit into that. if you want a place in my life, come to me and bravely ask for it, because i refuse to keep lowering myself to stay in a connection that is anything besides outright. that is anything besides consumingly romantic.”

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[trashquisitor-shirozora]

*enables you* what happened with TLJ 👃

After all these years I still can't properly find words to explain how deeply betrayed I felt after the credits rolled and I shuffled out of the movie theater with everybody else. There was a TON of hype surrounding this movie, an absolute fuckton. I only saw positive reviews about it, the cast, the director, the plot. I got excited to see where Rian Johnson & Co. would take the ST.

The only remotely negative comment I saw before watching the movie was a fandom blog saying they didn't like what happened to Poe. Since this blog was about racism in fandom, I knew something was off. That was my only warning.

And y'know, it was like, five minutes in? Ten minutes? And Poe makes a "Yo mama" joke at Hux? I used to go into movies with an open mind and spent days gathering my thoughts about them because I was always slow to react, slow to gather my thoughts into coherent strings of words. It's how I enjoyed Michael Bay productions and JJ Abrams' love affair with lens flare. I never got actively angry with a movie I was watching, and I was fucking angry by the time the movie ended. I still remember texting a friend while standing out in front of the theater because I was so confused. The response to TLJ was so positive so why did I come out of the movie so frustrated and confused and dissatisfied with the whole thing?

It's been years and we all know how this movie divided the Star Wars fandom and just... broke Fandom Spaces in a way I never expected. We all know what TLJ did and didn't do, and how TROS provided the final nail in the coffin that was the ST experiment. But back then, all I saw was positive commentary about the themes and messages of TLJ, how it portrayed failure and the dangers of putting someone like Luke Skywalker on a pedestal, how the Force was female, how... important it was to see Poe get characterized as a hotheaded hotshot who needed to be demoted, slapped around, and stunned in order to learn some kind of lesson, how important it was to see Finn lose everything he gained in TFA so that he could relearn how not to be selfish or something while starring in a fucking incredibly tone-deaf B plot, how Rey... I'm not sure exactly what because she didn't need training anyway and then spent most of her time trying to bring Ben Swolo back to the light????? Rose was so promising as someone who grew up under the FO's thumb but she and Kelly were fucking abandoned by Disney so I don't know if Rose existing was actually a good idea if it meant giving Kelly unending trauma. Mark slipped up by calling Luke "Jake" and expressing his displeasure in front of cameras, and I was so fucking baffled and alienated by his character after knowing how his story ended in ROTJ that I couldn't connect with whatever lessons I and he are supposed to be learning. JJ set up Snoke like a mystery box and Rian just yeeted him off without so much as a fucking explanation so what was the point of that? Hux was a fucking joke. Phasma was barely there. The only character that Rian cared about was fucking Kylo Ren and Adam says years later that he was never supposed to get a redemption arc anyway.

Like, this was the movie everyone hyped up? This was the movie that didn't answer any questions left unasked by TFA and didn't bother to move forward with character development for any of the known characters? I spent money watching a slow space chase that ended on a planet made of salt and killed off Luke for Reasons? Am I stupid? Am I dumb? Am I a peasant incapable of understanding the masterpiece Rian directed, this so-called Best Star Wars Movie Since ESB?

But I couldn't say anything. I couldn't be dogpiled for hating such a empowering movie for women, a diverse and inclusive movie that had the likes of John and Kelly and Oscar. I couldn't be lumped in with the Star Wars dudebros with their raging misogynistic and racist takes on the movie, the cast, Kathleen Kennedy and Lucasfilm, Disney, etc. I couldn't be seen as one of them just because I didn't like a movie that I should like, I'm supposed to like. So I sat in silence, read meta, witnessed the fucking catastrophic explosion around some wild ass AO3 fandom essays written by a racist OG member of OTW about Finn/Poe, saw hate piled on black and bipoc fans, saw r*ylo fans come for John and John clap back at them, just saw an absolute fuckton of hate, and so by the time TROS came around I just... checked out. There was no way JJ could salvage what Rian had done and I was right. TROS was a corporate-run soulless garbage end to the Sequel Trilogy, but it ended just as The Mandalorian finished its first season and regained a lot of good will with this small story about a lonely Mandalorian bounty hunter who encountered a Force-sensitive Baby Yoda.

And then TBOBF/Season 3 of the Mando Show happened, just like how TLJ happened. All the promise, all the unanswered questions of the previous movie/season, all fucking dropped or provided with the worst, most unsatisfying answer. I'm sure others have found better answers and can live with what Star Wars gave us, but I haven't been able to. TLJ came out years and years ago, and I am still so bitter today. I'm still so bitter because TFA had such an incredibly compelling setup with such promising characters, and then TLJ Did That.

I got so heated while writing this. I'm still so mad. I'm still so bitter. I bury my head so deep in the sandbox I built for myself so that I don't have to think how Disney is twisting and contorting all these Mando'verse shows so that they all eventually lead to the ST, their precious hot potato child that just... didn't have to end the way they did if they actually had a fucking plan and fucking stuck the landing. I'll give the MCU this - their Phase 1? They fucking stuck the landing. I fell off the train tracks and haven't really watched the MCU since Captain Marvel, but at least they had a fucking plan and didn't fucking derail themselves like Disney did with the Sequel Trilogy.

I could be nice to people who like this movie but I'm not going to be. They can be nice on their own blogs.

Man, I can't even watch Knives Out or Glass Onion because my blood starts boiling. Just. TLJ did a lot to ruin what I hoped would be a positive and creative connection with Star Wars, and it took the Mando Show and the 2 minutes where Din and Luke locked eyes on the Imperial light cruiser to bring me back.

I'm gonna stop before I get way too heated for sleep.

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[cowgurrrl]

Yo Gotti

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: MOM JUNE’S BEING UNHINGED ON THE INTERNET AGAIN

Summary: You and Joel read thirst tweets together. Chaos ensues. [1.2k]

Warnings: internet speak, pregnancy, Joel Miller being a Wife Guy

"Hi, I'm Joel Miller," Joel says into one of the Buzzfeed cameras, and you smile as you introduce yourself. "And we are going to readin’ thirst trap tweets today. Both for ourselves and for us as a couple."

"It's gonna be weird," you laugh. "I wanted to do the puppy video, but Joel said no."

"If you weren't pregnant, we could do the puppy video." He says, resting a protective hand on your stomach. You're only twenty-one weeks, but you're way bigger than you were at this point with Sam which makes sense, considering there are two babies instead of one. Still, Joel has been overprotective, bordering on overbearing, as your pregnancy progresses, but you know it's because he loves you so much. Besides, the extra attention is kinda nice. The producer walks over with a bucket full of slips of paper, and Joel lets you choose the first one.

"The way I would let her redacted my redacted redacted," you laugh, and Joel peeks over your shoulder to see just how many 'redacted's there are, and he laughs too. "This is a pretty good one to start with." Joel picks one and immediately furrows his brows, mumbling the words under his breath.

"I don't think I get this one," he admits, and you laugh as you read it. It's a picture of his side profile from one of his music videos, the tweet reading, "What Doja Cat said." "How is that even dirty?" He asks, looking to you for an answer, and you take a deep breath to try and keep a straight face.

"Do you not know what they're talking about?"

"No," he says, and you laugh as you point at the camera.

"If your name is Sarah or Ellie Miller, click off this video now," you say before returning to him. "Doja Cat is a rapper, and she-"

"I know who Doja Cat is."

"Okay, sorry," you roll your eyes dramatically. "Anyways, she said in an interview once that she liked big noses because you can sit on them," you and Joel laugh loudly, a blush creeping up his neck, and you shake your head. "These are fucking unhinged. I love them."

Much of the interview goes that way, you read a few, and then Joel reads a few, and you laugh at them together. Joel doesn't understand a lot of the internet speak, which results in you having to explain it to him in terms he'll understand. You never thought you'd have to explain to your husband what the fuck someone means when they say he put his whole "Joelussy" into his most recent album, Between Oceans. One of them, in particular, makes you raise your eyebrows at him as you hide the paper from him.

"Are you ready for this one?" You ask.

"I don't know. Am I?"

"Say what you want about parasocial relationships, but Joel Miller being crowned Sexiest Man Alive and then him and his wife announcing they're pregnant with twins three months later is so important to me." You read, and he shrugs.

"Those two things are not related."

"Yes, they are." You say, and Joel gives you a look.

"No, they aren't." He doubles down, and you glance between him and the cameras. You bite back a comment about being pretty sure of when he impregnated you once again.

"Are you being serious right now?" You ask instead, and he laughs.

"There's no way!"

"Joel," you say, looking at him seriously like you're trying to transport your thoughts into his head, but he just stares at you. You laugh as you lean in, covering your mic, and whisper in his ear about the night of his cover reveal party back in November.

"Oh!" He yells, suddenly connecting the dots. "Okay, yeah. Those two things are related."

"Thanks, People Magazine!" You laugh as Joel suddenly sits up and points at the camera.

"Hey, if I never get awarded World's Sexiest Man Alive ever again, that's totally fine! No more!" He waves his arms in an X position, and you copy him.

"Yes, he's done! We're done!"

"Was this pregnancy a surprise?" The producer asks, and you rest a hand on your stomach out of habit.

"I mean…" you trail off, looking at Joel. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Sure, we can talk about it."

"We were talking about having one more baby, but we weren't going to plan anything, so we just kinda left it up to chance and…"

"We thought four was a good number." Joel finishes for you, and you nod.

"And hey, guess what's a better number than four?"

"Five," you and Joel say in unison.

"Do you know if you're having fraternal or identical twins?" The producer asks, and Joel looks at you to see if you want to answer.

"They're identical." You say, running a hand over the expanse of your belly, and all the people on set clap. You smile and thank them before diving into the rest of the thirst tweets.

"Well, that was…" Joel tries to find the words as you get to the bottom of the bucket. "Certainly somethin'."

"Joel is famously oblivious to how handsome he is, so I'm glad we could force him to see just how many people, besides me, think he's cute."

"They thought I was more than cute," Joel says, smirking and leaning back in his chair. "What was it that one person said about my nose?"

"Okay, you're done!"

"No, I seriously don't remember. Can you remind me?" You immediately recognize the flirty tone in his voice and playfully shove his face away from you so you can hide the blush on your cheeks. "Do y'all see how she treats me?" Joel laments, and you laugh.

"Oh, you're obviously very neglected."

"I'm just sayin' what the audience is clearly thinkin'," he shrugs. "We should kiss just to put their minds at ease."

"You're worried about the audience's minds now?" You ask, and he hums, already leaning in. You give him a look but kiss him anyways. Six years of marriage and three kids later, and he still makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. You sign off by promoting each of your newest projects and thanking Buzzfeed for the opportunity.

"Do you think more celebrity couples should read thirst tweets together?" The producer asks.

"I don't know if there are any celebrity couples that are as cool as we are," Joel says before you can say anything, and you laugh.

"That's true. We are pretty cool though our kids might disagree."

"They're pretty cool, too," Joel says, and you nod. With that, you wrap and thank the crew for everything.

The day the video goes up, it goes viral with people screaming about Joel's reactions, your laughs, and the People Magazine story. But the thing that they get the most excited about is seeing you two interact. You see one post that says, "This video might as well be called Joel Miller being in love with his wife for six minutes straight," with a picture of you two kissing attached. Joel, never one to shy away from a challenge, posts one of the first pictures of you and him not taken by paparazzi but by him. You're at the beach with your back to his chest, resting between his legs as you two sit in the sand, and his lips are pressed to your temple. In the caption, he writes, "In love with you then. In love with you today. In love with you tomorrow."

Instagram breaks within the hour.

#one for the money two for the show #rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader #rockstar!joel miller #tlou au #the last of us au #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #joel miller fic #joel miller fluff

[starlightts-posts]

Neteyam x avatar!reader

part 2 :))

genre: fluff

part 1 part 3

a/n: i have no clue what to add to part 1, but here you go!

When Lo'ak suggested that you should try and experience the adrenaline of riding an Ikran, the vibrant blue color got drained from your face. You admired the creature, no doubt in that, but the thought of being among the clouds frightened you, especially if it meant having Lo'ak as the escort.

"No," you push yourself through the doorway of your bedroom, passing the youngest son of Toruk Makto with a full box of Norm's paperwork in your arms. "I am not stepping out of this laboratory to fly a banshee, especially if it means you get to skip your sparring match with Neteyam."

"Come on," Lo'ak rolls his eyes and skips after you, dodging the 'happy birthday' sign that Max insisted Norm hangs above your bedroom door the day prior with a quick bend. You place the box down on Norm's precisely clean desk with a huff, your best friend stealing a peek over your shoulder at the statistics with a frown. "It'll be fun! Definitely much more of a fun than this.." he points to the papers, "mess."

You pinch the bridge of your nose and turn to face the blue-skinned boy with a sigh. "Lo'ak-"

"Don't be a wuss," you send a scowl his way. He brings his hands up in surrender, the corners of his mouth curving into a weak smirk. Lo'ak knows how to hit the nerve of yours. "Flying an Ikran is our tradition. If you wanna fit in, you need to do it." you walk away from him with an annoyed groan. "Besides, i'm gonna be there with you!" Lo'ak calls after you, chuckling when he receives a whine in return from the hallway.

---

"I hate you," you breathe out, knees weakening and heartbeat speeding up. You are currently sitting cross-legged on the upper chamber of the Hometree, hands tied behind your back.

When you noticed a note on your door in the morning from Norm that reminded you of his and Max's quick trip to collect more examples from Pandora's flora, you used their absence to sneak out in your avatar and wander around the forest, unaware of the pair of yellow eyes watching your every move.

"I wanna pluck your eyes out right now," you state with a threatening tone when Lo'ak approaches you with his Ikran. You pull your knees to your chest as they stop in front of your shivering figure, clearly amused by your reaction. "I thought you said you and Neteyam have a sparring match in the morning."

Lo'ak pats the side of his banshee before he kneels beside you, excitement present in his gaze. "We do," he nods as his hands travel to your tied ones. He frees them but immediately traps them in his, knowing you will try to escape any minute if he doesn't. "I'm just not going to show up."

"That's awful," you voice your opinion about the situation and let the Na'vi push you forward. Your chest tightens when the two of you reach the Ikran, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. "Lo'ak, please.."

Your best friend places one of his hands on your shoulder while the other finds its way on his banshee and begins to caress her skin affectionately. "Do you trust me?" he locks his eyes on the back of your head and notices the hairstyle change, which probably is from Kiri and Tuk.

"I do," you swallow hard when his Ikran slightly rubs her head against the back of your shaking hand, not noticing Lo'ak connecting his queue to hers. "I do trust you."

"Good," he grasps your waist and lifts you up with ease, putting you on the creature. Unintentionally, you swing one of your legs over to the other side of his colorful Ikran, heartbeat increasing when she releases a screech. Lo'ak positions himself in front of you and finds a steady grip on the banshee while you wrap your arms around his waist. "Ready?"

"No-" with a whistle, the Ikran runs to the edge of the upper chamber and you bury your scrunched face in Lo'ak's shoulder. "I hate you!"

The beginning of the unpleasant flight is mostly filled with gliding and slow pace, but after Lo'ak notices the lack of your screams and swears, he starts to mess around with the speed and adds some tricks to spice it up.

"It isn't that bad, is it?" he glances over his shoulder at you, chuckling. You slap his shoulder-blade in disagreement. When your hand meets his vibrant blue skin, Lo'ak takes a sharp turn to dodge a floating island he didn't notice before he dedicated his attention to you. The sudden change accompanies the pressure of the wind around you, pushing your side. Your fingertips brush Lo'ak's bicep as you fall off his Ikran, eyes widening. "Shit!"

A panicked shout of your best friend's name scratches the inside of your throat and strikes Lo'ak with guilt and fear. His Ikran senses the enormous amount of panic and dives after you.

Your falling avatar is caught by a strong pair of arms, saved from a harsh fall and possible death. You catch your breath as Lo'ak stops next to your savior, relief present in his gaze.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Neteyam pulls your shaking figure to his chest and glares at his irresponsible brother. Your arm sneaks behind his shoulders while his lecture continues to pass through your ringing ears.

"I didn't expect them to fall!" Lo'ak tries to defend himself, unable to absorb the situation. Neteyam scoffs and adjusts your position in his embrace, encouraging you to spread your legs and make yourself comfortable - promising he has a secure grip on you and that you're allowed to move. "Y/n, I'm sorry."

"It's okay-"

"No, it's not," Neteyam cuts you off and points to his younger brother, ears pulled back. He clicks his tongue, "You're so fucking lucky they aren't injured. If they were, you would be headless."

Lo'ak lowers his head in shame as you lean backwards, your savior's breath hitching when your back is fully pressed against his chest. To say you are intimidated is an understatement. Neteyam doesn't curse often, hell, he doesn't curse at all because he wants to live up to his father's expectations, but when your health and safety is involved, he isn't afraid to break the rules.

"Go home," The Olo'etykan-in-training commands, fighting the urge to beat some sense into his brother. "And help Kiri with the preparations for the ceremony." Lo'ak opens his mouth to protest, but with one quick raise of Neteyam's eyebrows he doesn't waste a second and swallows his words.

"Again," The younger son makes eye contact with you and scratches the back of his neck, embarrassed. "I'm sorry." you send him a nod of forgiveness and assure him that you are going to be okay with a soft smile. With a stern look piercing through his skull, Lo'ak disappears in the clouds above you.

Neteyam places his forehead on the nape of your neck and sighs with relief. "You okay?" he hums, his lips brushing against your skin which sends goosebumps down your spine. Your hand travels to his knee and leaves gentle rubs on top of it as he shifts in his spot behind you.

"You scared the hell out of me," he confesses and pats the side of his Ikran, tightening his grip around your waist. You chuckle under your breath, pressing your back to his chest when the banshee begins to move forward. "Thank you, Eywa, for the sickening feeling I got when Lo'ak didn't show up to the sparring match."

"Thank you, Eywa, for sending this brave warrior to save me."

Neteyam slaps your thigh gently and presses a sweet kiss on the back of your head, chuckling. "Shut it."

#neteyam x reader #avatar imagine #neteyam imagine #neteyam #avatar

[nikethestatue]

Greetings,

I’m a baby elriel. I’ve like never really “shipped” any characters before in my life — and after the last few weeks of looking at the historical/ongoing ship war clusterfuck that is the ACOTAR fandom I don’t think I’m ever going to set sail again anywhere. You and all the other elriels who have been in the trenches from the get go have my respect 🫡 Anyways, your blog is super swaggy and you’re like the chillest elriel I’ve seen, so it is to your inbox that I shall share my testimony, my come to Mother moment if you will.

I didn’t really start giving any serious thought to the two them being a legit thing until I was already done with ACOSF. And it’s wild because it was the “‘I don’t see you spouting poetry, brother.’ ‘I don’t need to resort to it.’” bit in ACOWAR between Cassian and Azriel that triggered me to reevaluate.

When I first read that part I was like damn okay I see you Rizzriel, and I just kept on thinking about it and coming back to it cause it was so funny and entertaining but one day I was like yo hold up, don’t need to resort to it?? Okay, Mr. “Born Hearing the Song of the Wind.” Okay, Mr. waxing poetic about “The Naphelle Philosophy.” Like don’t get me wrong, it is definitely, first and foremost, a subtle flex for his third unspoken title; he is Azriel — shadowsinger, spymaster, and rizz master of the Night Court. However, I am a firm believer that he doesn’t need to resort to poetic words as some sort of attempt at flattery or being charming because the right situation/person naturally draws out that part of him.

✨Walk with me✨

When Elain and Azriel first meet in ACOMAF, even though there’s not a whole lot of interaction between them, it’s definitely a case of two people having a connection simply off vibes alone (yay for those of us who don’t have loud personalities). He puts her at ease with a smile and by acknowledging her fears and apprehension about their presence, about how much of a mindfuck it was for her to be dining in her home with those she was raised to believe were horrific creatures that would kill her if given the chance.

So like because of this, I think Elain is driven by a deeper curiosity that came from her unexpected comfort when she asks “Can you truly fly?” cause ngl asking the dude with massive wings if he can fly is certainly a choice 🧍🏽‍♀️ Like, there’s more to it than that, more than just attempting to transition from a tense situation into conversational small talk which could’ve been done just as easily with the likes of “Tell me about yourself” or a more confrontational “So what are you?” — which is essentially what Nesta asked immediately after 💀

Elain doesn’t know anything about these guys, but she sees Feyre trusts them, and Azriel’s small expressions of gentleness towards her amidst the escalating interactions made her willing to attempt connecting with him further. So I think her asking a ridiculously simple question with an obvious answer was her way of softly inviting him to share something about himself — not necessarily through what he responds with but rather how he responds — because something, if anything, unique to his answer beyond a simple yes or no would offer her a glimpse at him. And what does he do? Stone-faced, cold ass — doesn’t open his mouth except to give the shortest answers possible or to make some sharp sassy retort — Azriel spouts poetry for her about his and Cassian’s heritage.

So after my revelation slapped me in the face and then bonked me over the head for good measure, I went back and sought out all their interactions and was like dang bro became horrendously down bad for her in the most quietly romantic way possible and she’s feelin something too I can’t believe I didn’t pay attention to this before. I love love love that they just seem to be at ease in each other’s presence, that the vibes between them are so immaculate they don’t even need to bother with many words. Existing in comfortable silence with someone is like my favorite way to spend time in relationships whether it’s familial, platonic, or romantic so it makes me feel all fuzzy that we see them like that quite often.

So now I’m here and am looking forward to eventually reading about them and discovering more about Elain’s gifts because the whole creation story with the Mother + the Cauldron always gave me Gaia-type vibes and with Elain being invested in gardening and then being made a Seer by the cauldron because it thought she was so lovely I’m like Elain Archeron — the absolute goddess that you are, light and life flowing through your Made veins — we haven’t even seen all you can do yet and you’ve got this angelic fae male of death and darkness ready to worship you on his knees and I’ma be right there with him yes ma’am 🛐

WOW baby Elriel. You smote me with this beautiful post.

(first of all, you should write fanfiction. You reminded me of the greatest Elriel (or otherwise) writer that ever graced this hot mess of a fandom with their presence)

But I can't agree more. I think SJM actually pays attention to them, as a couple. Not something she does with many others. That relationship just flows so beautifully in the background, calm and poetic, even with the language she uses around them. There is so much imagery of death and life and decay and rebirth and beauty and flowers and blades and warmth and baking and loneliness and despair and searching for love and for home.

I don't know what she'll do with them, but it could be her Magnum Opus if she is careful, thoughtful and steady in crafting their story. What she already put down deserves special treatment when the story actually comes to pass.

Also, welcome to the fandom.

[writercole]

On Second Thought...

Summary: Dr. Jake Seresin meets his match. Pairing: Jake Seresin x Vikander!Reader (Omaha's sister) Words: 1901 Warnings: Dr. Jake Seresin, flirting, innuendo, Dr. Javy Machado, Sass, probably some swearing, medical discussions regarding neurological symptoms. Credits: I don't know anymore I know @ryebecca helped with the title and gave her squeak of approval on the graphic. A/N: I literally found this on my thumb drive and...well...it's been a long week. Have a treat.

Dr. Jacob Seresin, doctor of neurology, Jake to his friends, sighed heavily when he checked his cell phone. He trudged through the parking garage, exhaustion weighing him down after a twelve hour shift where there had been an influx of patients but an absence of nurses or doctors to be found.

The absence of any text messages or missed calls from his ex girlfriend drove him further into a bad mood. Jake had returned home from a long shift, much like the one he had just ended, to find that she had packed all of her things and gone, leaving only a lingering trace of perfume that dissipated after a week.

That had been nearly four months ago.

He had taken time out of almost every day for the first two months to send her a message, whether good morning, good night, or to hope her day was going well, but there had been radio silence, nothing coming back through the phone, though the messages marked as read.

Truthfully, her abrupt departure from his life had barely rattled him. He could still function; his job never took a hit and his patients never noticed a thing. Even the ones who had been with him since he opened his practice. And the nurses had more interesting things to talk about than his vanilla, ethical love life. 

Jake still felt the sting of loneliness, though, a sting that spread through his veins as he cared for patients with loved ones beside their bed. He may not have loved Gretchen, but he missed the companionship and the emotional connection that came with having someone waiting at home. It was something that surprised him, the need for feelings involved in his relationships.

Jake wasn’t surprised when he saw a message from an old med school buddy, Javy Machado. They’d taken residencies at separate hospitals in the same city and still hung out when their off days coincided. The reason for the message, however, was strange.

> Yo, Seresin. I got a tough case here. Need an outsider to come check this out. Tomorrow. I start my rounds at 6 AM.

Jake replied back that he’d be there and asked for any details that he could get before they met up at the hospital. The more he knew going in, the better. It was easier to rule things out that way. 

At 0530 hours, Jake walked into UMCSD and headed for the cardiac wing. He noticed a distinctly different atmosphere as he walked through the halls. There was a peacefulness under the beeping and bustling that SDGMC didn’t have. 

He rounded the corner and scanned the area, not seeing the tall man that had called him here. A short woman was standing at the counter scribbling on a chart and he walked over in the hope that he could get directions to Machado’s office.

“Excuse me, nurse,” he said. She didn’t respond but her posture stiffened slightly. “Nurse?” he called again, getting no response again. He reached up and tapped her on the shoulder as he tried one more time. “Nurse, I’m looking for Dr. Machado.”

She whipped around, her hair slapping him in the arm, and put her hands on her hips. “You aren’t from here, are you?” 

“Uh, no. I just need -”

“Well, how about you actually find the nurse you were looking for instead of asking a doctor who is charting a consult where to find your…lover,” she spat as she eyed Jake up and down. 

“That’s not…no,” Jake shook his head. “I was called in to consult on a patient. I’m Dr. Seresin from General.”

Her eyes narrowed as she stood there, crossing her arms over her chest. “And Dr. Machado called you in? Are you sure?”

“Jake! You’re early!” they heard called across the wing. Neither of them broke eye contact as Javy walked up to them, clapping Jake on the shoulder. “Oh, good, you’ve met Dr. Vikander.”

“Coyote, what the hell did you call him for?” Dr. Vikander hissed as she diverted her fury to her colleague.

“Well, I thought an extra set of eyes on the case would be helpful,” Javy shrugged. “This is Jake Seresin, an old buddy from med school and the best neurologist on the SDGMC campus.”

“I’m the best neurologist in town, Machado,” Jake corrected.

“No, you’re definitely not,” she scoffed.

“Oh, I’m good, sweetheart. I’m very good,” he smirked, “I’ll be happy to show you.”

“I have to see this. Coyote, lead the way to the patient,” she bit back. 

“Not exactly how I was thinking of demonstrating but if you want an audience, sweetheart, I’m fine with that. I know Javy likes to watch." The look on Dr. Vikander’s face delighted Jake. Getting under people’s skin - especially women - happened to be a favorite pastime of his.

"Dude, that was one time and no patients were involved," Javy corrected. "Can we please go see my patient now?"

Dr. Machado led them into the room and introduced them to the patient, giving a brief overview of his symptoms. "Presented with sudden inability to stand and fainting. He's a patient of mine, single bypass. Cardiac workup is clean."

"Did you feel dizzy or lightheaded before you fainted?" She looked at the digital chart on the tablet, pulling up the bloodwork and cardiac workup that Dr. Machado spoke of.

“Not really,” the patient responded.

“Any headaches?”

“I’ve been having headaches almost daily for years. It wasn’t any different than normal.” The patient shrugged and yawned before continuing. “No allergies either.”

“What about fever, nausea, vomiting?” Jake questioned, looking over her shoulder and ignoring the glare she gave him.

“Nope, nothing like that.”

“You didn’t have the flu recently?”

“Yeah, like two weeks ago but it was a normal flu. My doctor tested me and everything.”

“How about vision loss, double vision, being extra tired, numbness?” Dr. Vikander continued.

“Some numbness. Definitely extra tired. Occasional double vision.” The patient’s voice had quieted, almost as if he were recognizing the seriousness of the condition, the extent of the things he’d been experiencing becoming symptoms.

“Any pain or swelling?”

“Yes, but I just thought it was from the weather changing. You know how it gets when you’ve worked jobs that are hard on your joints and stuff.”

“We’re going to need a few more tests,” Dr. Vikander told him gently. “I’m hoping that we can get this figured out quickly and get you home to your family.”

“Thank you, doctors.”

The three physicians stepped out of the room, the two neurologists following behind Dr. Machado all the way to his office in silence.

“Well, what are we looking at?” Javy asked as he leaned on the edge of his desk.

“Meningitis,” Jake announced with confidence at the same time that she said “multiple sclerosis.”

“Well, those are both easy treatments but they’re vastly different treatments.”

“You can’t possibly be thinking meningitis,” she scoffed. 

“There’s no way that could be MS,” Jake retorted.

“Meningitis doesn’t cause vision problems.” 

“And MS doesn’t cause headaches.”

“He said he’s had those headaches for longer than the other symptoms.”

“Guys,” Javy called. He wasn’t surprised when the two doctors ignored him, facing off against one another for their diagnoses.

“Well, a spinal tap will confirm my suspicions and prove who the better doctor is,” Dr. Vikander stated, crossing her arms over her chest.

“And an MRI and blood culture will confirm mine.” Jake slipped his hands into the pockets of his scrubs, confidence oozing off of him.

“Well that MRI will also show indications of MS.”

“And your spinal tap will show meningitis.”

“At least the two of you agree on the tests that need to be done,” Javy mumbled under his breath, prepping the orders for the patient to have a spinal tap and MRI as well as blood cultures as soon as possible. After the requests were in, he sat back, watching his two friends argue their sides to one another.

He sighed as he watched. The whole point of having her and Jake consult on this patient was to show Jake that UMCSD fit him better. The toxic relationships from SDGMC were non-existent, the doctors worked together better, and while the funding was lower, they helped the patients who needed it the most. And Javy knew that’s what Jake got into medicine for.

“And another thing,” she shouted.

“Enough!” Javy exclaimed as he stood. “I need you guys to work together on this case. It’s not a competition. I’m in over my head and I need as many ideas as I can get. I trust the both of you can do that.”

“Yeah,” Jake mumbled while his shoulders sagged.

“I will try. For you, Machado. But don’t get your hopes up on a diagnosis from this guy,” she said. “Man thought I was a nurse when he got here.”

“You were at the nurse’s station. What else was I supposed to think?”

“I was charting. I’m in a lab coat. I don’t know where you’re from, but around here, lab coats and open charts indicate doctor not nurse.”

“Seriously, if I can’t get you two to work together, I will call another neurologist. And the only one who isn’t retired that I can actually tolerate is Cain. And you know what he’s going to say if I have to call him,” Javy explained.

“Sorry,” the other two doctors muttered. Their heads hung forward and their shoulders curled in, both avoiding eye contact with the cardiologist.

“Thank you. Now, if you will excuse me. I have more rounds to make.” 

The three doctors stepped outside of the office, the two neurologists watching Javy walk away.

“Can I buy you a coffee? As an apology?” Jake offered.

Dr. Vikander eyed him suspiciously and nodded, gesturing for him to follow her. They walked in silence through the hallways, twisting and turning their way towards the little coffee shop that was nestled near the front lobby. “How long have you known Javy?”

“Since our first year as med students. He came in from Tulane, I came in from UT Austin.”

“So you were in the same med school classes, then?”

“Yeah.”

She hummed with a small smile as they approached the barista and ordered their coffees, surprising each other when she got a quad with 2 sugars and Jake ordered a vanilla frappuccino with extra whipped cream. The smile on her face stayed while their coffees were made, confounding Jake, pushing his buttons until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Why is Javy and I being in the same med school class making you so happy?” he questioned.

“Oh, no reason,” she denied. As they collected the coffees placed on the counter, she added, “just that I’ve been practicing longer than you.”

Jake stared after her as she walked back towards the entrance. Several emotions swirled in his body. Disbelief and surprise swelled at the core of his being, surrounded by jealousy, a need to be better than her, and also a sense of enchantment. 

She captured his attention with her fire and her passion, the way she fought for a patient she didn’t even know. She stood her ground when confronted with a different opinion. Her intelligence and wit challenged him in a way that made him want to both stare in awe and scream in anger.

She was going to be a problem for him.

#cole writes #writercole #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #doctor au #hospital au #jake 'hangman' seresin #hangman seresin #hangman #top gun maverick au #tgm au #tgm doctor au #tgm hospital au #dr jake seresin #dr javy machado

[samarecharm]

geniunely not trying to put words in ur mouth im geniunely asking: what do you actually like about persona 5? from all ur rants im just wondering why you didnt drop the game bc it seems (again, im not trying to put words in ur mouth) that it simply not for you? i geniunely have not felt any of the issues you bring up outside of the writing ones and i cannot tell if i'm just easily pleased and not good at discerning what a good game is or we simply have dif things we enjoy in a video game. i hate getting tone across text but im asking out of geniune curiosity im not trying to attack your opinion (;-;)

Nah, i dont feel like ur attacking me, and I hope u dont feel the same when u see my complaints! Lmao. In my defense, I am replaying the game for the first time after completing my first file back in 2020, so alot of the faults i kinda shrugged off in my first playthrough are now glaringly in my face now that I no longer have the confusion and interest in learning the main story to keep me occupied. The game is clunky all the way through, and at some times, even frustratingly so.

But despite that, i do like this game. Alot! Its probably one of my top games ever if im being honest!

This ended up way longer than I intended, so im putting it under a readmore to keep the post short on dashboards

If i had to describe what I liked about the game in the simplest way imaginable…I think I would say, I like how the game makes me feel :) I like the music. I like the vibe. I like the immersion from city to city, and I like the premise! I like the characters and I like the connections you make with these characters! As im replaying this game, i am most excited to see Akira and his comments about the world :) i like hearing everyones voices, I like their little interactions in Mementos, and I like seeing them fight!

P5 is the first game I played in the series; its the game that introduced me to SMT in the first place! And it (smt) is a series that my longtime best friend LOVES and never thought hed be able to share with me! It is a game i keep very near to my heart; it has influenced me in ways i did not think would happen in the short couple of years since i first finished it. It genuinely keeps me awake some nights thinking about the world this game has created, and I think that is a testament to the impact its had, be it good or bad.

The joke about wishing theyd make a persona game that was Good is that despite all of its numerous flaws, the games manage to snatch your attention and pull you in anyway. Imagine if they made a game that had all of those things that i mentioned I loved, but done Right and executed Properly?? Where I got to have a story that made sense and didnt need to be spoonfed to me (in like an HOUR of dialogue and scenes; an HOUR!), and characters that talked and bonded beyond the tiny snippets of interaction theyre allowed to have in mementos? Combat that let me use PERSONAS i liked instead of BUILDS that stop me from getting instakilled throughout the entirety of the endgame, and a Persona building mechanic that didnt feel like I was shooting in the dark looking for possible fusions that end up not even being useful in the endgame.

Ive mentioned it before, but I complain so much bc I have seen what a good p5 game looks like, and its Strikers almost to a T. Combat is still your typical warriors-esque style combat, but it is at least different from the turn based strategy of the main game. Characters talk to each other freely, they hang out and comfort each other in a way that feels more connected that the base game. Strikers implements the ability to see ALL possible fusions with ALL registered personas, not just the ones in your Stock, so you can fuse easily without having yo consult a guide. The story feels like it makes SENSE with antagonists that feel morally grey and sympathetic. Genuinely, alot of the complaints for p5 I had were almost immediately rectified in this game.

But please also know that the praises I sing for this game is only bc of the groundwork laid by p5 and the world it created. Thats what I like about this game, that it had such a captivating premise and cast of characters, that a DIFFERENT company was able to hit the ground running with them. P5 had alot happening in that game, but i think what it had most was potential. The effort put into this game is astronomical, and the possible connections you can outright MISS if u arent paying attention was worth the money and time to implement; even if it meant that it could be considered a waste of resources to higher ups.

Books and games and part time jobs???!! Silly little cutscenes that add nothing to the game PLOTwise, but define and flesh out the personality of your protagonist. There was alot of love put into this game, and its evident by the fact that we have NOT seen a new persona game released; they bank on existing titles bc they are unwilling to make a game like this from scratch again. They dont want to ‘waste’ resources on good voice acting and a complex, overarching story; they dont want to waste money on scenes a player may never see, on routes a player may never get to experience. Making a game that gives u even the slightest bit of freedom means more money in programming and detailing that freedom. This has been an issue for a WHILE, and its a miracle that the gaming landscape had space for a colossal title like p5!

I complain bc I want better, and I do not think that is inherently at odds with my love of this game. In b4 im told to get good; ive played on hard and tested out merciless (its NOT fun, im making godbuilds again and its boring 😞). Its not the most accessible turnbased rpg; theres no colorblind modes, and the affinity system is convoluted and overwhelming. Combo moves are hard to keep track of and it can be incredibly frustrating to see your turns being skipped or seeing characters take extreme technical damage without understanding WHY it happened. The fact that they KNEW the game was desperate for qol improvements by the time royal came out, and instead of updating the base game to have those improvements too, they just pushed the royal edition out for people to play instead. It sucks! Customers and fans deserve better than being forced to shell out money for a game they already played !

As the gaming climate gets more and more hostile and unbearable, I think it is good to look at your games critically, and understand why products come out subpar. Persona 5 is a fun game that has a nice cast and an interesting premise, but it is ultimately tied down by its refusal to build on existing building blocks regarding its combat, and it insists on having insulting and downright out of character dialogue and scenes to appease the audience its designed to be targeted to. It is easy to forget sometimes that queer ppl are infact NOT the prime target of these games, its cishet gamer bros from aged 16 to 40 who will laugh at homophobic comments, who drool over a 16 yr old girl with a 16 yr old mindset and a grown womans body, who need to be placated with constant sexual comments to deal with a convoluted story that will inevitably make zero sense until its laid out for you before the literal end of the game.

Its bad. Its good. Its so shallow and its unbelievable that they thought having the plot twist make ZERO sense until they showed CUTSCENES of YOUR character discussing Goro and his connections to the metaverse for endgame SHOCK VALUE was more important than just having your team be smart and piece it together over time. Its shit. Its literally amazing. It let you FUCK your teacher ??????????????what the FUCK. They also let me shoot a god in the face w the best looking ult persona in the world so i can ignore that shit. And ultimately that is how i got through the game. Lol.

#chattin #answered #i have mentioned it before but i did NOT romance anyone #u know why? bc i literally didnt know it existed #i maxed out ann and the game was like ‘hey. this next decision is important’ #and i was like. huh. u know what. i have not looked up a guide until now. thats scary. i dont want to lose a confidant… #and learned that. #so uh. i really DID go through the game bot realizing i could date anyone. even the adults. #anyway. this was alot. and i tried to keep out alot of my other complaints #bc i have so many. but they are like. either nitpicky things or things that are issues in lots of games too #like the models suck in this game but i can look past that. graphics are always bottom on the list of complaints #and i do like the little animations!! i like akiras little tics #and i like seeing personas do their casting animations; shiki ouji and nekomata are my faves #i distinctly remember that being a thing i wished to see more of. #bc i liked thinking of what joker would look like fighting for Real #and then i remembered him being in smash so i was like COOL. ill look at those #and then i got STRIKERS and it was exactly what I wanted #i think #the game is like. #its bad. but in ways that i wouldnt call another game bad #like back 4 blood is BAD bad. its awful. the gameplay is bad. the story was shit. and the servers shut down within a year or two of launch #risk of rain 2 is bad in the way that it continuously obscures and withholds information to the player. its tedious and frustrating #but unlike b4b i LIKE ror2 and will continue to enjoy it. #bc the gameplay loop FEELS satisfying #and ultimately thats how i feel about p5 #for all of its faults; its fun. it has a gameplay loop that is consistent and fun when u get the hang of it #im playing on hard again since merciless is just me making the right instakill builds while i pick up my team over and over again #and theres still a challenge in having the endgame weapons and armor #its satisfying! and i think its satisfying bc I was given the luck of having this be my introduction into the series #maybe i would have a better opinion on the game if i came from p4. or maybe not! who knows !

[manheeiim]

chapter nine: homecoming & connections

-- a ghostly love masterlist

I sat on the stage with Charley and Mr. Martin as Wally did push-ups with Rhonda on his back. My legs were crossed and my hands were resting in my lap as I just watched. Who would’ve thought that I would’ve ended up with a crush on some guy who’s technically speaking, if we were still alive, 30 years older than me. Not me, that’s for sure. But, here I was. I hadn’t had a crush on a guy in a long time, so maybe that was why my feelings were more intense than usual.

“38. 39.” Wally counted as he did push-ups. 

“Can I get off now?” Rhonda asked.

“No. One more.” He said before doing another push-up. “40.” He counted.

“Okay, I’m getting off.” Rhonda told him as she got up.

“Okay. Yeah.” Wally said as he quickly got up, clapping his hands as he turned to face everyone. “All right, who’s next?” He asked before looking directly at me. “Lucia, you want to ride the pony?” He suggestively asked before he winked at me.

“N- no.” I responded, a little taken aback although, why even was I at this point. I had to start getting used to this.

“It’s a countdown, baby. We’ve got ten hours until the homecoming game.” Wally said, obviously excited. I didn’t know how he could be though, knowing that he had died on homecoming. He gave Mr. Martin a high five before standing next to me, “We’ve got to pump it up.” He said before hopping up onto the stage next to me, laying down.

“Oh, we are pumped, Wally.” Mr. Martin told him. “This is what pumped looks like for some of us.” He said. 

“Any more pumped and I’ll throw up in my hat.” Rhonda said.

Wally sat up, putting his hand on my thigh as he put the other on the stage, scooting up a little. 

Mr. Martin gave Rhonda a look, “Or not. More pumping!” She said, fakely enthusiastic. 

“All right. Has everyone signed up for a prep committee?” Mr. Martin asked us. “We still need more help with decorations and refreshments.” He told us. “Right. Who’s going to be blowing up balloons? And who’s going to be making my crown of sparklers?” Wally asked.

“I’ll help you blow up your balloons.” Charley told him. “No one likes a sad pony.” He then said before looking over at me with his eyebrows raised.

<3

I lay on the floor next to Wally as we finished up painting his “Go Wally!” sign. “Why do we have to do this when the school already has decorations?” I asked.

“It’s kind of a tradition at this point.” Charley said with a shrug.

“He’s right.” Rhonda told me. “Once a year, we’re forced to relive Wally’s glory days.” She said.

I looked over at Wally, “Hey, at least I had glory.” He retorted.

“Wow.” I commented. “I don’t get how you like homecoming so much.” I then told him. “Considering, you died at homecoming.” I added.

“I mean, my family still shows up for me every year, so I try to show up for them, you know?” Wally answered and I just nodded, I guess that made sense. That reminded me though, my mom was probably going to be at this game, despite the fact that I’d died not too long ago. “You’re coming to the game, right?” Wally asked.

“Yeah, I am.” I answered.

“Cool.” Was all Wally said in response before going back to painting.

<3

We were all scattered around the bleachers, and the football field, watching the football team get ready for homecoming later that night. I sat on the grass, or really, the artificial grass that they used for football fields, and leaned against the y-shaped goal post. I watched as Wally played with the football. It ended up coming rolling my way and he ran over.

“Yo, a little help?” He asked as he held his hand up, wanting me to throw the ball to him.

“I’m not that good at throwing footballs.” I responded.

He came over and sat down next to me, grabbing the football before leaning against the pole just as I was. He let out a sigh. 

“Aren’t you going to.. practice more?” I asked, feeling a little flustered about the fact that it was just the two of us, alone.

“Oh, no. I’m maxed out.” He told me. “I gotta save myself for the big show.” He said. “But anyway, what’s up with you? How have you been… feeling lately? Adjusting to the life of the undead well?” Wally asked.

I giggled, why did he have to call it that. “I’m- I’m okay.” I responded. “I think that I’ve just been getting used to this and the fact that this is going to be how it is for me.” I told Wally. 

“That’s good.” Wally said. “Oh shit, I just remembered. I wanted to ask when we were making the sign but I didn’t want to ask in front of everyone else.” Wally explained.

“Sure, what is it?” I waited for what he had to ask.

“Do you think your mom is going to come to homecoming?” Wally asked me. 

I thought for a moment, “I don’t know.” I responded. “I.. hope not.” I admitted. “But, if she does come, maybe I’ll just tell myself that it’s her way of grieving.” I said.

“Well, you know, my parents, they’ve been coming to my games for 20 years now.” Wally told me. “And it never feels great.” He told me. “Unless we win of course, then it does.” He jokingly added, trying to lighten the mood a little.

“Does your dad do the whole crazy fan thing? Like, curse at the refs and scream at the coaches?” I asked.

Wally scoffed, “Um” He’s silent for a few moments, “my mom always pushed me to be the best version of myself, you know, on and off the field.” He responded, seemingly avoiding the topic.

Shit, did he not have a dad? Was his dad not around like mine wasn’t? I should’ve considered that, I thought to myself. 

“Oh, um. That’s good. But, didn’t you die on the field?” I asked.

“Yep, I was right at the five-yard line.” He pointed at it. “And I was running, and then I heard my neck,” He made a noise that imitated the sound of his neck cracking. “And it was lights out, but it did not hurt at all.” Wally told me. “Is that what happened to you?” Wally asked me.

“Yeah, I think so. I don’t remember if I heard my neck crack or not. But, I think with the way I landed, that’s probably what happened.” I answered.

“Shit.” Was all Wally said. There’s a sudden whistle sound coming from the coach. Wally got up, “That was my cue. I’ll see you later, right?” Wally asked and I nodded “You’ll cheer for me?” He asked and I nodded once again, smiling. “Whoo.” He happily said before running off.

I couldn’t help but think that I might’ve upset him when asking about his dad. I felt bad. I, of all people, should’ve known not to assume things when it comes to parents. Was he mad at me now? I didn’t know if I wanted to know.

<3

I stand at the end of the line of cheerleaders. Did I particularly want to be cheering right now? No, definitely not. But, Wally had asked me to cheer for him and not only was he my crush, but I knew that this day was important to him, so I did it. For him.

I watched as the football team ran through the paper sign and out onto the field. I then watched as two of the other ghosts got ready with the paper sign for Wally. I cheered more enthusiastically now since I knew he’d be out any second.

He jumped through the paper sign, breaking it, as he shouted happily. He took the helmet off and looked around, “It’s game day, baby!” He said. I watched as he saluted to three shirtless guys with letters painted on their chests. He then looked over and we made eye contact. He smiled at the sight of me and I smiled back. He came over to me and put his hand on my arms, looking down at me. 

“You look beautiful.” He told me before going out to where the footballers were.

I blushed as I looked down at the ground before heading up to the bleachers where all the other ghosts were sitting, ready to watch the game. I sat down at the end of one of the rows, not really near the others. 

<3

A few minutes passed, and I watched Wally run up the stairs to greet the others. I looked back and watched him as he shook Mr. Martin and Rhonda’s hands and kissed Charley on the cheek. He gave high-fives and fist bumps and he really seemed to be having a good time. I was happy for him. 

I watched as he looked over at me with a smile and came down to where I was sitting. He bent down and looked past me for a moment before looking at me again. “Hey, you see her?” He asked and I looked in the direction that he was looking towards.

I saw an older woman, she looked to be in her early-70’s, I’d say. She was fully decked out in the school’s merchandise.

“That is my mama.” Wally told me and I glanced over at him again before looking at her. “She has never missed a game, and she always leaves that seat empty next to her every time.” He told me. 

“That’s nice.” I told him, because really, it was. 

“My dad, he stopped coming a few years ago.” Wally said and I looked over at him. Oh. “I think the seat’s for me.” He told me. “You mind if I- go over there?” Wally asked, motioning over to his mom.

“Of course, Wally. Go.” I said and he nodded. He stood up and hesitated before leaning down and kissing my cheek and walking over to his mom, sitting next to her. 

I looked away, looking out into the field. As I looked around, I caught sight of the one and only, my mother, sitting the closest she could, while in the bleachers, to the field. She was dressed up fancy as shit, for no reason. She had a sad look on her face. I felt.. bad. I also felt.. sad. I hated that she was here, partly because I felt like it meant that she wasn’t even grieving me, even if I rationally knew that, that didn’t mean that. When I saw her looking sad though, it broke my heart. Honestly.

A little while passed and I felt a tap on my shoulder, I looked over and saw Wally. “Want to get some drinks and food?” He asked and I nodded. “Yes, please.” I said, getting up, and following him to the concession stand. 

Once we were far enough away that we could speak in a more normal voice, Wally spoke, asking me, “Was your mom here?”

“Um, yeah. She was.” I told him. 

“How you feeling?” Wally asked.

“Sad, I guess.” I responded.

He stopped walking and so did I, “We can talk about it, just.. let me get some food for us, okay?” He asked and I nodded. He brought his hand up to my hair and tucked some of it behind my ear. “Go get us a table.” He told me. “I’ll be right there.” He said.

And so, I did as he said, going to get us a table, not that it really mattered anymore since no one could see us. I sat down at an empty table and waited for a little before Wally walked over with a tray of drinks and hot dogs. He sat down next to me and put a hot dog and a drink in front of me. 

“So.. you’re sad?” He asked.

“I.. yeah.” I said. “Well, I just.. I could tell that she really was sad and that made me sad, I guess.” I said, suddenly feeling on the verge of tears. “I.. feel that I took a lot of things in my life for granted. At the same time though, I know that with a lot of things, I tried my best to appreciate them, even if they were small because, I know how it feels to lose something or.. well someone.” I told him. 

“Did your dad die?” Wally asked me.

“No, but he acted like he did. He.. when he was around. He was horrible. I had to watch him abuse my mom, he did some pretty abusive stuff to me. I was only a kid then. He left when I was 12. I haven’t seen him since. I’ve gotten cards for my birthday and holidays with a shit ton of money in them. It didn’t mean anything to me though. It was- he only did that because he felt guilty. He felt guilty and so he gave me money, and acted like that made him dad of the year even though I hadn’t even seen him in years.” I ranted. “I tried my best when it came to cheerleading for the most part, for my mom. I didn’t like it, but especially after my mom and dad had broken up, I felt like I needed to put more effort into cheer because I knew that cheer made my mom happy, and all I wanted was to see my mom happy again.” I told him, letting out a shaky breath. 

Wally is silent for a moment, “I’m sorry that happened.” He said. “I hate thinking about all of that happening to you.” He told me. 

“Yeah..” I quietly responded.

“I wish we could’ve been alive together. Maybe not with me being the age I’d be, but I wish that we could’ve been alive teenagers together.” Wally told me. “I would’ve been there for you, through everything.” He said. I looked into his eyes, my heart warming. “I am here for you now though, if that counts?” Wally asked. “It does.” I said with a small smile, wiping the tears threatening to come out from my eyes, not letting them. He pulled me into a hug, rubbing his hand up and down my back, the warmness of not only his hand on my skin but his body against mine calmed me down. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to cry. I took a few deep breaths, the two of us still hugging one another before we pulled away. 

“Maybe the food will help make you feel better?” Wally suggested with a soft smile. I let out a breathy laugh, “Yeah.” I said, picking my hotdog up, unwrapping it, and taking a bite.

<3

I finished up my cigarette, throwing the butt on the floor and crushing it with my sneakers. The game was almost over but I didn’t want to be alone so I didn’t leave entirely, I just needed a break.

“Lucia.” I heard and I looked over to see Wally walking over to me.

“Hey.” I said, giving him a small smile.

“I just.. I don’t think I’ve ever met anybody like you before.” He told me. 

I’m taken aback, to be honest. “Me too.” I said back, meaning it when I said it.

“I don’t feel like I’ve ever been able to talk to someone like I can talk to you.” Wally said.

I nodded, “I know. Me too.” I said once again. 

Wally looked into my eyes for a moment, “Do you want to go to the dance with me?” He asked. “You can totally say no, Lucia. I just thought it’d be nice.” He said. 

“Yeah.” I answered and he stopped talking. “I’ll go with you.” I said.

“All- alright. That’s cool. Sounds good. I’ll see you there.” He told me. “So, hell yeah.” He then said before turning around, clicking his heels together before jogging off. 

I giggled at his actions. Then I finally took it in. He asked me to the homecoming dance. Oh my god.

#manheeiim #milo manheim #milo #milo manheim x reader #milo x reader #wally clark #wally clark x reader #wally clark x oc #wally x reader #wally clark imagine #wally clark fanfiction #school spirits #school spirits imagine #school spirits fanfiction

[tearsofcaravel]

Follow The Rules

Jake x (F) Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

18+ Warnings: Smut, just pure smut, BDSM, lots of different kinks, sub (F) reader, dom Jake

 You had been seeing Jake for a few months now. You met him on a blind date, set up by your friend Josh. It took moments for you to connect. You had been dating ever since. You mostly went out or went to your place, but never his. He was very mysterious, but you enjoyed that about him.

“So babe, when can we hang out at your place?” you asked. You’d asked a few times, but he put you off every time. You were determined this time though, enough mystery. 

“Uh, I thought we had plans to go out tonight,” Jake said clearly trying to get out of the situation. 

“Yeah, but I’m feeling like staying in tonight, no better time to let me see your place. We’ve been dating for six months now, isn’t it time you brought me to the place that you call home? You’ve been to my house.” you said all of this knowing he couldn’t work himself out of this one. 

“Fine, tonight I will take you to my place, just let me go home for a bit to clean up, ya know make it presentable since it’s your first time there,” he said sternly. 

You could tell he was overly anxious, which was not like him at all. He was a man filled with confidence. This made you anxious. What was he so afraid of by taking you home? What was he so nervous about?  Maybe he just wasn’t ready to open himself up to you like that? Your mind was racing, now filled with regret for forcing it upon him. 

You spent the rest of the day getting ready, picking out your best lingerie, dolling yourself up. You knew he thought you were perfect either way, but you thought since it was the first time at his house you’d give him a surprise to calm his nerves. 

You decided to just show up later that evening. After a few knocks on the door he answered. 

“Oh hey baby, you know I was going to pick you up?” he said, opening the door the rest of the way to guide you inside.

“I know you were, but I thought this would make a nice surprise for you,” You said as you entered his perfectly tidey home. He had a nervous grin on his face he just couldn’t wipe away. There were candles lit, it smelled like sandalwood throughout the house, just like him. He even had your favorite dinner cooked, he was very thoughtful. He clearly spent all afternoon making sure that it was perfect for your visit later. 

He led you into the kitchen, pouring you a glass of wine and himself a whiskey. You ate and talked, his nerves seemed to be calmer now. 

“So, what was the big deal about me coming to your house?” you questioned.

“Oh I don’t really know, I’ve wanted you here since the day that I met you, I didn’t want you to think I was being too forward,” he said barely above a whisper.

“Well I am very happy that you finally have me here.”

“I am thrilled to finally have you all to myself here.” he said, still barely above a whisper. 

It was strange seeing his confidence move in and out, you had never seen him like this before. 

You moved to the couch not long after dinner, putting on some scary movie, your favorite. He had made this night so special, all about what you wanted, doing your favorite things. 

“Where’s the bathroom?” you whispered.

“Upstairs babe, second door down the hall,” he said.

You got up and found your way upstairs, for him to live alone this was such a big house you thought to yourself. You already forgot which door he said, so you had to make a few guesses before finding what you finally thought was the bathroom, but oh boy were you wrong. 

You flicked on the light to find that this was not the bathroom, but what seemed to be his sex room. Your jaw hit the floor. You had been having sex with Jake and it was gentle and sweet, a little playful. But you were staring at a room full of all different kinds of toys, restraints, and much more than you had ever seen. Your stomach swirled, you had never been with anyone like this, but it lit a fire that had never been lit between your legs. You didn’t realize how long you’d been standing there until you heard footsteps. You tried to sneak out of there before he noticed, but you were too late. 

“Hey babe you still up here? You oka-” he trailed off, seeing you standing in the doorway of this secret room of his. He looked like a scared puppy.

You searched for words, but nothing came out. 

Finally you croaked out, “So, is this why you didn’t want me here?”

“I just didn’t want to scare you off, judging by the look on your face I was right.”

You didn’t say another word, you simply made your way to the bed without a second thought. Your legs were guiding you faster than your mind. You had no idea what compelled you to even get on the bed, something about it just excited your core. 

Jake’s eyes never left you, he followed you in slowly, shutting the door, and dimming the lights. He definitely didn’t expect this of you. “Are you sure you want this, we don’t have to?”

Instead of answering him with words you got undressed, slowly revealing the dark maroon, laced lingerie set underneath. You sprawled yourself out onto the king size bed. 

“If this is what you really want baby, then we have to go over a few things first, okay?” he growled into your ear, sending chills down your spine. All you could do was shake your head, you were at a loss for words, your mind was swimming with dirty thoughts, wondering what exactly was about to happen. 

“So baby, a few rules before we get started, I want you to feel safe and be pleasured.   #1) You’ll address me as Sir only.

 #2) You must not do anything without my permission, or there will be a punishment waiting for you. 

#3) These are your safewords, Don’t forget your safewords okay -Green - keep going, yellow - slower, red - stop. 

#4) Understand that you have no control here 

Do you understand me?” 

God you were soaked, hearing him like this, seeing him like this, completely dominant over you and your body. You had no idea this is what you craved until now. “Yes Sir, I understand,” you said so innocently. 

He started by kissing down your body, lingerie still barely covering you. Teasing you just a bit, wanting to get you worked up. He then moved to the side of the bed, you hadn’t noticed but there were restraints built into the bed. All you heard was a small “click” as he tied you down to the bed, sprawled out, now completely unable to move.

“What color?” he said

“Green,” the second you said it you knew you made a mistake.

He turned without warning and smacked your cheek, you loved the stinging sensation that it left for you.

“What was that now? Maybe try again?” he basically growled while standing over you, hand still raised.

“Green Sir,” you said seductively.

“Good girl.” he said with a look of pleasure on his face.

You liked that way too much, you would definitely ‘forget’ one of the rules again later.

He left you tied up while he started looking for something. He shuffled around the room for a few moments, coming back with a vibrator. 

“I wanted to start you off slowly and make sure you know what you are getting into, if I get in too deep I won’t want to stop.”

He cut on the vibrator, slowly running it over your entire body, shooting sparks and tingles to your core, turning it up higher. Everything he was only making you desire him more, only making you wetter.

He finally held it over your clit, you held back the moans as long as you could, until you couldn’t help but to cry out, “Sir fuck, fuck.”

He smacked your thigh, surely leaving a handprint and took away the vibrator, “I did not give you permission to speak, you will do well to remember the rules.”

He undid the restraints around your ankles and wrists, and dragged you to some restraints that hung from the ceiling. You knew you were in for it now. He tied up your wrists, leaving your legs free to achor you to the ground. He slipped a blindfold over your eyes.

“I would hold onto something if I were you darling, now start counting.” he ordered with a devilish chuckle. You could hear him shuffle to the wall where you had seen toys hanging, but you couldn’t remember what.

“1…2….6” , you counted as the wooden paddle smacked violently against your ass. You breathed deeply, ass stinging, you wouldn’t be able to hold in your screams much longer, tears were rolling down your burning hot cheeks.

“Yellow, sir.” you cried out. You couldn't take it anymore.

“Okay princess, let’s try something else.”

He carried you back to the bed to let you rest a moment and removed your blindfold. Only a moment long enough to catch your breath. 

He moved you to the floor, “On your knees now.” he demanded. 

Fuck, you really couldn’t wait much longer, you needed him. You were throbbing, soaking through your panties. You helped him with his belt, a smile whipped across his face, the belt went on the bed for later. He removed his pants, revealing a large imprint of his hardened cock and a wet spot from pre cum. You took off his boxers eagerly, his cock making a slapping sound against his stomach. He was throbbing. Your mouth began to water, you couldn’t wait to taste him, you’d never seen such a beautiful cock. 

“Spit on it.” he said. You obeyed, spitting on his cock, getting it nice and wet for him to fuck your face. “Open your mouth for me.”

You held your mouth wide, tongue out, looking up at him, he looked so pleased with himself. He wrapped his hand around his cock pumping it a few times before slowly entering your warm mouth, he let out a deep groan. You began working his length until he hit the back of your throat which made him moan even louder. His hands found his way to your hair, pushing you up and down. After a few minutes tears began running down your face.

 “You are such a good little cock slut for me.” he moaned, his head thrown back in pleasure. 

You stopped to catch your breath, “Did I tell you to stop?” he looked down angrily, smacking your cheek, the sting made you want him more. You knew you were in trouble. The stern look on his face only made you want him more, you didn’t even think that was possible. You had never wanted anyone this badly before. You needed release, but you were loving this game. 

“No- no sir, I'm sorry.”

“That’s too bad.”

He reached to the bed for the belt he was saving for later. He wrapped it around the back of your head, holding both ends, forcing his cock down your throat. “No more breaks sweetheart.” That was all of the warning you got before he started slamming himself deep down your throat, his cock covered in your spit, along with your chest now. All you could hear was the muffled sounds of him slapping against you and his deep moans. You gagging on his cock made him thrust even harder down your throat.  You felt him twitch in your mouth. You whimpered and whined, but that didn’t make him stop, it only made him fuck your face harder.

Tears streaming down your face as he pounded away, “You like me fucking your face, such a good whore for me.” he let out a few more hisses and moans before releasing himself down your throat, forcing you to swallow his cum. It was the best thing you had ever tasted and now you wanted more. 

He gave you both a break, “You already look so fucked out, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

You knew not to respond, that would result in another smack, even though you enjoyed the arousal that the sting sent between your legs. 

He shoved you down onto the bed once again. Slamming open your legs, revealing that you were covered in your own arousal, it was running down your thighs. He removed your now drenched panties and your bra. Revealing all of you to him now.

He wasted no time, he began slurping it up, licking up every drop until he made his way to your throbbing pussy, you tried to raise yourself up to him, but he slammed you back down into the bed with his rough hands, reminding you who was in control. It took everything you had to hold back the moans that were begging to escape your throat. He took notice of this, “You don’t enjoy when I play with you, I thought you would enjoy this.” He loved to tease. You loved this side of him. 

He could see the want and desire that now filled your eyes. Finally he gave in, he wanted to taste you so badly. He wanted to see just how long you could hold onto those sweet moans. He swirled his tongue all around you, sticking his tongue in and out of  you, adding one finger, now two. He was pumping into you in a way that made it known he would have you cumming around him soon. He moved his hand up your body, making his way to your throat squeezing tightly, barely allowing you to breathe. He was making sure your moans couldn’t escape. You wiggled and whimpered underneath him. The orgasm quickly building in your stomach. 

“Getting so tight around my fingers darling, are you already trying to cum for me?” he groaned out in between licks.

“Yes, fuck- oh god, Sir I need to cum, can I please cum for you Sir?” you let a few moans escape as he loosened his grip around your throat. 

“Since you’re being such a perfect slut for me, you can cum for me now.”

He began working your clit, getting faster as your orgasm grew closer. You tried holding your eyes closed, but he wouldn’t allow that. “Look at me while you cum, don’t hold back on me.”

That was all it took, your eyes shot open, meeting his, and your orgasm tore through you. He worked you through your intense orgasm, you moaned and begged.

“Sir you’re fucking me so good, I’m cumming so hard for you.”

“That’s it baby, cum for me , just like that.”

You felt another, stronger release this time, it was different from any orgasm you’d ever had. You didn’t even realize what had happened, until you looked down to see Jake soaking wet, covered in your squirt. 

“Sir, I’ve never done that before, I don’t know what came over me.” you said, a little bit nervous.

“Oh darling, that’s exactly what I wanted from you, that was incredibly sexy.”

You could see his cock throbbing all over again, begging to be inside of you.

“What color baby?” he asked softly

“Green Sir.”

“Good girl, now let’s see just how much more you can take.”

He began tying you down to the bed again, on your back, sprawled out. He had such a look of excitement on his face. You loved the way he looked right now in the dim lights, covered in your squirt. He grabbed a different vibrator this time, bigger. He tied it to your clit. Turning it on, low at first. He walked away, to the other side of the room. Coming back and turning it higher, leaving again, you began to wiggle, knowing you couldn’t hold back your third orgasm, already the feelings of overstimulation washed over you.

“Sir, can I please cum, please.”

“Not yet, hold it back for just a little longer,” he walked around taunting you, showing his control over you. He could leave you tied up to the vibrator for as long as he wanted. 

You couldn’t help it, your orgasm came without warning, “Sir, I- I’m cumming.”

He walked over to you and watched as you worked yourself through your orgasm, screaming and begging for him, you shuddered as he placed his hand over your mouth and nose, holding your breath all together. This made your orgasm even more euphoric. Everything went dark.  As you came down he turned the vibrator down to a lower setting, not off, just lower. You were squirming and moving all over from over stimulation. 

“What color?”

“Green, Sir.” you cried out.

You were going to show him you could be tough and handle everything he tried to give you. He gave you a smile and turned the vibrator back up, and walked into the corner of the room. He sat down in his chair and watched as you begged for him to turn it off, you knew all you had to do was say your safe word, so you didn’t really want him to stop. He began stroking his cock while watching you in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The louder you got the harder he pumped his cock, his eyes never leaving yours, both of your heads thrown back in pleasure. As you approached your orgasm, you screamed out, “Sir, I’m going to cum, please I need your touch, I need to feel you.”

He stood up, still stroking his hard cock, making his way to you, he stood over your face as soon as you began to cum he released himself all over your face covering you in him. He let a deep roar escape from his throat. At the same time a scream escaped yours, as you came you began to squirt all over the bed again. His eyes widened as he watched you cry out. He wanted to drink you up. 

“Red, sir.” you barely whimpered out.

He didn’t say a word, he turned off the vibrator, untied your wrists and ankles. Giving you time to get some water and catch your breath. Gently running his hands over your body, through your hair, soothing you. He gave you a little longer to catch your breath this time.

“Ready to start again baby?” 

“Yes sir, green.” You couldn’t wait to have him inside of you, filling you up.

He didn’t tie you down this time, he laid you down onto the bed, making sure you were comfortable. He licked up your slit a few times, pulling a few broken moans from you. He ran his throbbing cock in between your slit, coating himself in your slick. He slowly entered your drenched cunt, halfway in you, giving you time to adjust to the way he was stretching you out so sweetly. Almost instantly after you let out a moan, he slammed his full length into you. This drew out scream after scream from you and moans from him.

“Oh fuck, Sir, you’re fucking me so good, more, more.” You pleaded 

“Are you sure you can take more?”

He roughly flipped you over onto your stomach, never taking his cock out of you.

He pounded into you mercilessly, the sting of him stretching your cunt so wondrous. Both of you breathing hard, soaking in each other's lust. He smacked your ass brutally, the already tender skin from your punishment earlier, bruised and red. The room was filled with the sound of your skin smacking together, your screams and moans. You were so overstimulated that only incoherent mumbles and moans escaped your throat. Jake wrapped his hand around your throat, his other hand gripping your hip, pulling you into him as deep as possible. 

“Sir, may I please cum on your cock?” you moaned out.

“Yes, you’re being such a good cock whore, taking me so well, cum all over me baby.”

He stuck his finger into your already open mouth, then reached down to stimulate your clit, he slowly circled it. Making you fall into a deep state of pleasure, he followed by letting out a cry along with you and covering your walls with his cum, filling you up. As you both rode out your high, he slowly removed himself from you, his cum spilling out of you. You reached down to scoop his cum up with your fingers as it dripped from your pussy, raising your cum covered fingers to your mouth, tasting his sweetness. It tasted like a sweet mixture of you both. He let out a small whimper from seeing this. You both laid in silence for a while, you were both exhausted.

“I should’ve brought you home much sooner,” he snickered.

“I’m just glad you finally did, you’ll be having a hard time trying to get me to leave,” you said, rolling on top of his bare body. 

“Who said anything about you leaving?”

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[technovillain]

Obsessed with your alt Gisu design, you have so much talent! 💙💙💙💙 I was wondering how you came up with each of the interns alt designs. Also hope you make a comic using that Alt design for Gisu one day!

tysm!!!! i'm glad u like them ehehehe ^_^ i can give u some design notes. it will be a long post sooooo I will put it under the cut. always love an excuse to ramble abt design choices.

Gisu: I do like her dinosaur shirt swag, but i feel like her layering doesn't have a lot of clarity in terms of like. what is going on with the shirts (vest?) and since the dino thing is never relevant to her character, I decided to lean into the electrokinesis theme with the lightning bolt jumper & under-cape pattern. Which is just a headcanon but I always forget it is!! I just like the idea of her being into electrokinesis bc it would make a lot of sense for someone who is paired up with Otto. Changed her bag to be a strap for her board so she doesn't have to carry it around all the time. Asymmetrical bun for some of that PN1 asymmetry flavor. Mismatched shoes bc she seems like the type to think that's cool (also maybe bc i do this and i'm projecting) Missing toof from skating incident + torn jeans. Electrokinesis scars on her hands, bc I like to think that psi-powers can leave physical damage if not used properly.

Morris: tried to balance out his proportions a little bit because sometime i feel like his head is so big you can't even see his body in screencaps. tried to make his head less round and his eyes too, I kind of like the thing that PN1 did where the heads sort of just fade into necks with less of a cutoff so I did that too. Nasty teenager moustache just felt right + some freckles. I changed his nose scar to face the other way bc I thought it was supposed to be nostrils at first. No notes on his levball-lawnchair wheelchair bc it is everything to me.

Lizzie: wanted to up the 80s goth influence on her. Imagine her hair as the super-teased puffy fried Siouxsie hair of the 80s goths. Nerfed her amount of patterns just for the sake of there is no way I am ever going to draw all of her details ever bc I don't have that kind of patience. again the graphic liner to lean into the 80s goth style. Also took away her chin/neck priveleges bc I did that to norma first and wanted them to still look similar. denim vest for more 80s influence.

Adam: (his is the only one i haven't stuck to drawing like this yet bc i like his canon round head) but I made him more square in general bc I feel like he's the most grounded and straight-edged intern. gave him more pattern on his dress (tunic?) and hat bc everybody has more pattern than him. the linked lapel pins and hat dangles are meant to evoke his use of the yo-yo weapon. Unified his color palette more with more green and purple. Strings tied around his fingers, again for more yo-yo imagery but also bc he seems like a workaholic who would be overscheduled and have a lot to remember.

Norma: this girl knits!!! she was the first character i tried to "PN1-ify" and she just felt like she needed a big old backpack. for her overprepared freshman who thinks she knows everything energy. also symbolizes her putting a ton of weight and expectations on her shoulders when she really doesn't have to (which is kind of a core tenet of the little bit of canon personality she has) orange glasses bc my tinted glasses addiction is quite evident. the yellow pompom on her hat matches Lizzie's, giving them a sibling connection, also saying that she knitted her sister's hat :]

Sam: the first thing that I thought when I first saw Sam's canon design was that she looked straight out of 2013 with her ugg boots and that particular shirt pattern, which maybe isn't exclusive to the early 2010s but once i thought that it was burnt into my mind. So I tried to make her look more 80s with the short skirt and buckled boots and off the shoulder sweater. the too-long sleeves give her kitty energy (and i put cat hair on them). Gave her whale earrings bc she seems to really like whales in canon. gave her a cleft palate scar because i drew her with that once, plus I kind of see it when she makes the :3 face. revoked her neck priveleges altogether because if compton and dogen don't have them why should she!!!

#redesign #psychonauts #ask #anonymous #.txt

[1moremilgram-enjoyer]

Mahiru T1 Cover - Psychogram

Here's your pal back again with another cover analysis! Am I getting annoying yet? Mahiru time let's go! Psychogram's a cool song, really unique sounding! And, because Mahiru actually has a lover to sing this to, it makes it easier to connect the song to her!

... We just, you know, have to make sure we don't accidentally make her sound like an irredeemabe insane person. I swear it's not as bad as it looks, believe me, please-

CW Murder and mentioned suicide, abusive and toxic relationships.

So... Psychogram is about a girl who fits the 'yandere' trope, I don't think there's a better way to put it.

I love you so much You're too wonderful, I don't want to let anyone else have you Hey, if not me, who would you choose? Come on, don't be scared It's just a fable, a what-if If you won't answer, then I don't need you

I've had enough of apologies Just keep smiling like that forever Don't make me worry; this hard goodbye Will never happen again I love you so much I dreamed of being together, just the two of us Don't run away anymore, I'll protect you I'll toy with all the things that get in our way, One after another It's all for you, I don't need anyone else

(Translation)

"Toying with the things that get in our way" may sound weird, possibly due to translation issues, but essentially it means she will easily deal with anything standing in the way of 'their' love, as if they're just playthings.

The word 'psychogram' doesn't really have a consistent definition, but the most applicable is that it's something which describes the mental functioning of an individual. It's used two times in the song.

It was always going to end this way Is your color changing because I touched you? From your open mouth, a face appears A sweet, sweet psychogram

The first verse has the singer claiming she can see her love interest's 'psychogram' just from their words ("open mouth"), in other words, believing she always understood her partner's emotions perfectly or something along those lines. That's why "it was always going to end this way", because "their color changed when the protagonist touched them", which I believe would imply blushing. Basically, she thinks her interest has always been in love with her.

It's so heavy, it gives me a shock Come on, tie me up tightly You'd better eat every last bite Of the sweet, sweet psychogram

The other case has the singer offering her partner her own psychogram to 'eat', meaning she wants them to accept her as she is. And I'm choosing to strategically ignore the "tie me up tightly" line.

And just in case you're worried I'm reading the lyrics uncharitably, the song ends with the singer killing the other.

I love you so much You're too wonderful, I don't want to let anyone else have you Hey, if not me, who would you choose? Come on, don't be scared It's just a fable, a what-if You won't answer, huh? You're disgusting Come on, don't be scared I'll never let you go

So, uh. Yeah, that's the basic premise of the song. Which is, uh... not a great look for Mahiru, gotta say. I see why the "yandere" interpretation of Ai Nan Desu Yo was so popular in Trial 1.

In any case, what's important to take away from Psychogram in relation to Mahiru aren't the actions the protagonist takes, but rather the feelings they have for their love interest. Going line by line, we first have the idea it was always meant to be and wanting to fully understand their lover, their 'psychogram':

It was always going to end this way [1] Is your color changing because I touched you? From your open mouth, a face appears A sweet, sweet psychogram [2]

[1] [Love is (Un)Dead] (T2 VD) Mahiru: I thought it was fate. He said it was, too.

[2] [Ai Nan Desu Yo] This is a claim of responsibility From the two of us with matching love Wanting to know everything about you, but wanting to die because it can't come true It's all because of love

The relationship is tumultuous and the love is too much.

"What is that face you've never shown to me?" Hey, let's make it sting "When will you give in and be my friend?" Hey, let's make it sting [1] There's nothing here but foul words They swallowed me up I get it, I get it I agree, there was enough love in the first place [2]

[1] [Ai Nan Desu Yo] We fought sometimes, I was happy to get hurt Let's have matching pain, this sickness is pretty bad

[2] [I Love You] My love, it scored an own goal, destroyed my love and me with its weight

Overwhelming love which is scary or inconvenient for the partner (please ignore the murderous undertones in Psychogram)

I love you so much You're too wonderful, I don't want to let anyone else have you Hey, if not me, who would you choose? Come on, don't be scared It's just a fable, a what-if If you won't answer, then I don't need you

[I Love You] This can’t go on, something’s got to give, I even love saying the words, “I love you” My emotions are out of control, that’s inconvenient? I don’t care!

Wanting to be accepted fully as they are.

It's so heavy, it gives me a shock Come on, tie me up tightly You'd better eat every last bite Of the sweet, sweet psychogram

[I Love You] It’s ok for everyone else but not for me Unfair and stuck between in love and love Kiss good-bye to this feeling cuz it’s too heavy? I can’t, no way no way no way

Uh... calling?

"Answer me right away--where are you now?" Hey, let's make it sting

[Ai Nan Desu Yo] Ring ring, I'm calling you in the middle of the night Forcing you to wake up, and I say "Good Morning!"

Not wanting to separate ever, even when they apparently drift away sometimes.

I've had enough of apologies Just keep smiling like that forever Don't make me worry; this hard goodbye Will never happen again I love you so much I dreamed of being together, just the two of us Don't run away anymore, I'll protect you I'll toy with all the things that get in our way, One after another It's all for you, I don't need anyone else [...] Come on, don't be scared I'll never let you go

[Ai Nan Desu Yo] If you don't hug me, even our hearts will start drifting apart. [...] Even when I test you, even the times we do the breakup ritual, Is because I love you

You see? Again, I don't feel like I have to elaborate on the connections beyond putting similar lyrics next to each other, since the connection is pretty straightforward if you ignore the murderous tendencies. One other connection is the love interest winds up dead as a result of the protagonist's love, which again directly connects to Mahiru and I don't think I need to really explain.

The final thing to note is that last line, "I'll never let you go", which in the video plays when the partner is already dead. This could play into the shinju (double suicide motivated by love) theory of Mahiru's "murder", which is too long to get into here, but if you want to read more about it, you can do so in this amazing post by dearmahiru. I personally find it quite likely, it's very interesting!

Yeah I don't know what else to say for this one. Take care!

#milgram #mahiru shiina #psychogram cover #disclaimer i know jack all about mahiru so i might miss some details #ive watched ai nan like once