#i dont know where all this optimism is coming from i was crying about how i completely ruined the rest of my life an hour ago

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Wenclair-"Mine" Chapter 1

I'm completely obsessed with Wednesday on Netflix and Jenna Ortega in general as I'm sure the rest of the fandom is sooooo... Just a little fanfic idea I couldn't get out of my head. I'm not sure where it's heading or how good it will be but hey I need to get it out and why not let y'all read it too.

First chapter is a lot flashbacks to scenes from the actual show and I also have not really followed the original story's timeline so

Wednesday Addams wasn't the easiest person to get along with and this was no secret to absolutely every human/monster she had ever had the displeasure of coming into contact with. Enid knew this. Enid ignored this. Enid was determined to get to know The Wednesday Addams.

She wasn't sure why but there was something about this girl. Her polar opposite counterpart had these black captivating orbs for eyes that literally stared directly into Enid's soul and dragged her out of her hazy colour filter that covered her own blue eyes. The relentless optimism that she portrayed outwardly helped a lot in turning everything the supposedly soulless girl said to her into a hidden positive but her fuel was running out.

In the last 2 weeks every conversation Enid and Wednesday exchanged had odd undertones that neither of them were able to figure out. From day 1 it has been a battle between the 2, what for? They didn't know. Something about the other pressed into each girl with an unrelenting compulsion to piss eachother off. This was highly evident in the last 2 weeks.

*2 weeks ago*

"I trust Enid has given you the old Nevermore welcome" Ms Thornhill asked happily

"she's been smothering me with hospitality... I hope to return the favour" Enid smiled widely at this "in her sleep" Wednesday finished causing the bubbly girl to turn towards her terrified.

*1 week and 6 days go*

Enid growled as Wednesday approach her hastily "DONT mess with me" she protracted her claws and stared at her wide eyed and ready to fight her if she needed to

"This kittys got claws and I am not afraid to use them" She finished.

Wednesday halted in her tracks. Never has anyone as harmless as Enid Sinclair threatened her with such confidence. Maybe there was more to this girl than Wednesday had originally thought.

1 week and 5 days ago*

For someone who walked alone and never did as she was told it was remarkable the influence that Enid had on Wednesday.

This was extremely evident when she was stood awaiting the start of the Poe cup

"Your costumes in the tent" Enid smiled brightly

"Costume?" Wednesday almost sounded frightened at the implications of those words. Yet 6 minutes later she was dressed head to toe in a catsuit, courtesy of Enid Sinclair, ready to paddle into battle for her.

*1 week and 4 days ago*

Wednesday became protective of Enid going on her first date. She attempted to act uninterested ignoring the girl who got ready, only answering when she directly addressed her.

"Wish me luck" she beamed

"If he breaks your heart I'll Nailgun his" she spoke not looking up from her typewriter.

*1 week and 3 days ago*

Wednesday almost got Enid killed

*1 week ago and 2 days ago*

Wednesday almost got Enid killed... Again

"Are you okay" Wednesday asked for once showing genuine concern.

But Enid was too terrified from what she had just gone through and stormed of crying "since when do you care"

*1 week and 1 day ago*

Enid finally snapped. She wanted to be around Wednesday so badly but it seemed all Wednesday ever tried to do was get rid of her. It was literally killing Enid.

"I've tried! Really,really" she paused "really hard to be your friend" she shook slightly with anger. "Always put myself out there" her voice was rising with each word "thought of your feelings" ( She was sure Wednesday had them) "...told people I know she gives off serial killed vibes but she's really just shy"

Wednesday was flustered but remained stone faced and ready. " I never asked you to do that" she forced out

"You didn't have too because that's what friends do!" Enid was yelling now

"You wanna be alone Wednesday?" She rhetorically asked "BE ALONE" as she stormed out

*1 week ago*

"Was I an annoying distraction?" Enid's voice broke. When she had returned to the room missing Wednesday her defenses rose and they both began to argue ... Again.

"You definitely had some annoying habits" Wednesday bluntly stated

"such as" she asked defensively.

"you giggle when you text which is a 24/7 addiction"

"Well at least it's not a migraine inducing type writer hammering into my head" she challenged walking towards her opposite.

"When you're not grinding your canines you growl in your sleep" she attacked her wolf, also stepping forward.

"as opposed to late night Cello solo's?" the argument became heated.

"you over commit to clubs and activities then complain about them non-stop" she retorted, the slightest twinge of annoyance evident in her voice.

"I take that over your obsession with all things creepy and dead!" She stepped forward again, the light of her colourful window illuminating her features.

"You could gas an entire village with the amount of perfume you spritz" Wednesday followed suit by stepping into the dull light of her own dark and dingy window.

"Guess I'm the lucky one with the new bestie that doesn't try to find ways to endanger literally everybody she comes into contact with!" Enid's tone changed and before Wednesday could even open her mouth to speak she continued "In fact Yoko and I are so in sync that she's begging me to be her new roomie"

For the first time in a while Wednesday had to struggle in keeping a straight face when Enid said "permanently"

*6 days ago*

Wednesday sat by her window curled up into a ball. She was alone again. And of course she was meant to thrive under these conditions yet with Enid gone... She finally felt what it's really like to be alone and not in the good way.

*5 days ago*

"You're back" her body jolted into a split second of relief before stiffening back up again.

"I'm gone for 2 days the place gets trashed and thing almost died..." Enid shrugs and honestly Wednesday couldn't argue with the girl "someone's gotta look out for you" at those words her brain basically broke.

"what made you change your mind" she asked curiously.

"Because we work" she looked up with attentiveness "we shouldn't but we do" what followed was Enid's confident response of not being sorry for who she is. Wednesday had to respect that... Respect that silently of course.

"Thing said he missed you" Wednesday broke the silence. She wanted to tell the girl she missed her. That for some backwards ass reason,that she couldn't begin to understand, she didn't like being away from her. For the first time in her entire life. She was not content with being lonely anymore.

"I missed him too" Enid's soft smile and wandering eyes were an obvious sign that she knew exactly what the ominous girl had meant

*3 days ago*

Wednesday was irritated with herself for her display of emotion so she rejected Enid's friendship after only one day of allowing the werewolf some peace.

*2 days ago*

Wednesday rejected Enid's friendship again, pulling out every defense mechanism in the book.

*1 day ago*

Wednesday rejected Enid's friendship for the third time, yet continued to accidentally show her concern towards the girl when she was hurt.Or continuously tell her one thing but mean an entirely different thing. It was frustrating because each girl knew they cared for one another but Wednesday refused to show Enid besides speaking in riddles towards her.

And now ... *Today*

She sat on her bed with headphones on listening to her happy playlist and would occasionally glance over at the back of Wednesday. She always found it fascinating when the dark haired girl sat down at her desk for her '1 hour of writing time'. She got so lost in the words on the pages, it should be boring to watch but more often than not Enid found herself watching the girl intently and had to scold herself for being creepy. Ironic yes as that is Wednesday's own default when it comes to her everyday state but still she doubts the girl watches her sleep... Well she hopes the girl doesn't watch her sleep. (She was wrong)

"I can feel you staring" Enid was snapped out of her thoughts by Wednesday who paused for a moment causing the room to fall eerily silent

"Sorry" Enid responded before looking back down at her phone "how did she know" she whispered to herself.

She heard a loud sigh from across the room and the wretched sound of the wooden chair legs scraping across the worn down splintered floor boards. Wednesday stood up her usual straight back and cold gaze boring into the pink haired girl

"Because Enid you are the most obvious and least conspicuous person I have ever met" she said a matter of factly

" Seriously? What is your problem Wednesday? I thought you were happy to have me back?"

"I never said that" she almost looked away but managed to remain focused on the girl.

"you didn't have to" Enid responded barely letting the dark haired girl finish her sentence

" It still doesn't change the fact that you are the most discernable creature I have ever met" Sge raised an eyebrow almost challenging the girl once again

Enid just sort of chuckled and looked away which the other girl took as a defeat. Ironically, she actually found it funny that Wednesday was oblivious to her own attraction towards the girl. Well not attraction ...it wasn't an attraction in that way...Enid was sure she just yearned for the girls friendship and nothing else.

"You know Wednesday I don't mean to stare it's just so fun to watch you write" she decided to derail the conversation. She sat up on her bed all bubbly, shaking the thoughts from her head.

"I can't imagine why" she stated bluntly, taking a few steps towards Enid's side of the room

"Me neither but you are veryyyy" she waved her hands dramatically "captivating" she smiled. She always did try to compliment Wednesday. For someone so cold she seemed to warm up Enid's heart even if that was kept under the radar.

Wednesday wasn't used to this kind of treatment from people especially since she repeatedly attempted to act poorly towards Enid but the girl is infuriatingly happy and immune to her unappealing nature.

"I know" she replied only a twitch of her eyebrow in response.

Enid needs to stop being taken aback by the way Wednesday responds to her but it's just not as easy as she thinks.

"wow self centered much" she attempted to laugh with the girl but of course that would require Wednesday to show some sort of emotion or even a little interest in "joking around"

The girls just looked at each other for a moment before the more sinister of the two, turned on her heals "very" she mumbled before walking back to her chair and resuming her task.

"I will break you Wednesday Addams" Enid spoke once again showing her determination to be friendly with the girl. She jumped off of the bed pointing a finger towards her.

Wednesday stopped in her tracks and turned back to the pink haired girl

"Many have tried." She spoke walking slowly towards Enid, her wide eyes boring Enid's soul "None have succeeded" she got closer to her and Enid couldn't help but look the girl up and down. After noticing this she played it off as her looking down somewhat afraid of Wednesday.

"What makes you think you're any different?" she cocked an eyebrow stopping so close to Enid's face she could feel the girl's breath on her face . Wednesday enjoyed making the girl nervous but it seemed not for her usual reasons lately. She didn't want Enid to suffer but something about her little puppy dog confused face gave Wednesday a feeling of satisfaction. It was gross but she kind of liked it therefore she continued.

Enid didn't say anything.

"well" she said folding her arms not breaking eye contact for even a second to blink.

"I-I'm" SHE DID NOT JUST STUTTER. Enid could have slapped herself for that one. She noticed Wednesday's sly smirk creep onto her face and she internally screamed at herself, unable to strip the look of nervousness from her face.

"Case and point" Wednesday bluntly stated before walking away

The bubbly girl frowned and threw herself back onto the bed sighing and putting her headphone on. She placed her hand on her head and squeezed her eyes shut in annoyance.

*Later that day*

The blood red moon was fast approaching and as all the other lycans made thier way to the caves Enid stood on the rooftop outside her window watching them push and shove eachother playfully running across the courtyard.

She felt overcome with misery just as she did every full moon but today was different. Today was worse. Today it's officially over for her. Enid being 18 and still not having her first shift meant it will probably never happy and she was destined for a life as a lone wolf. ENID. ENID SINCLAIR THE SOCIAL BUTTERFLY A LONE WOLF.

Wednesday lurked by the window watching Enid wearily. Usually she found comfort in the sadness of others. She enjoyed watching the world inevitably crush thier dreams but she couldn't help but feel sad for her? Gross she was feeling ...how disgusting she scolded herself plainly.

Wednesday chose to ignore this and grabbed her Cello dragging it out the window. Enid didn't notice at first staring up at the night sky a single tear escaping her eye as she thought of how her family would feel knowing she was a disappointment.

Then she heard it. The deep hum of the instrument penetrated her ears as Wednesday played a fitting solemn tune on her Cello. She got lost in the music while the other girl turned to watch her play.

The way her fingers danced along the strings, her eyes completely focused, her body completely still and unspoiled by the world. Enid couldn't take her eyes off her, she was captivated again. She hated this feeling. The pink haired girl had felt it the first time she saw Wednesday and had avoided it ever since. She wanted to be friends with the girl. FRIENDS. And it was an ongoing battle with her brain, the likes of which seemed to be forcing this attraction onto her. She couldn't help it.

Once the dark haired girl had finished her song she looked up at Enid with a lifeless expression.

"Beautiful" Enid whispered under her breath staring at Wednesday.

"what"

"what"

"You said something" Wednesday moved to place her Cello down and stood up to move towards Enid.

"Beautiful t-the song was umm beautiful" she stumbled over her words.

"It's about a violently tormented women who's driven to insanity by the people around her" she said in true Wednesday fashion.

"Wooooow wait to kill the mood" Enid responded almost immediately snapping out of her Wednesday vision.

"From what I have observed in the last 20 minutes the mood was already dead" she breathed in deeply "Smells just like a fresh corpse" she stared at Enid of course not blinking.

"You're so creepy" Enid cracked a small smile but decided to leave it there turning back around to stare at the sky.

Wednesday would usually be quite content to leave the conversation there but everything had built up over some time now and her detective nature kicked in.

So in the spirit of uncovering mysteries she was finally ready to question Enid relentlessly on her recent behaviours and uncover the mystery that is Enid Sinclair.

Hope you guys enjoyed part 1 let me know if you'd be interested in reading a part 2 because I will probably be writing regardless.

#wenclair #wednesday #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wenclair fanfic #wenclair mine #wenclair mine chapter 1

[uniquezombiedestiny]

HI HI!!! 🧅 🥕 for bella and 🥭 🍋 for vera?

literally rubbed my hands together deviously when i saw this ask

for bella:

🧅 [ONION] What is surefire to make your OC cry? Who knows of this information?

death and loss. especially if theres nothing to be done. permanent loss just hits, probably because of how many people both died and just disappeared in t589, plus just suddenly losing her family then the c127 guys. and ofc its just sad in general - suffering in general hurts her heart even as a longtime l corp agent

owen probably knows that tbh since they stayed pretty close to eachother throughout t589, but whenever shes emotional she tends to hide it. most people dont know and she wants to keep it that way

tbh bella cries kinda.. easily? subconsciously? she tends to cry but not realize it, like in the laundry room. as a kid she ended up seeing a lot of death and loneliness in t589, and the first instinct of crying kinda just cemented itself there.

as captain though (and as she grew up) she a) started going into like. serious mode to deal with shit (ex. when she used pink the in the shelter) and b) purposefully kept her emotions in check more. but when shes alone they just spring back up (more examples. bc i like to point out things in my writing :3 after The Safety Incident with lunas, laundry room ofc, and after the pink and shelter thing*)

*unrelated fun fact: in cc after that i wanted to imply she felt sick and vomited, but rereading it can also be interpreted as self harming :3 <- evil

🥕 [CARROT] How tough is your OC against certain situations? How weak are they against others?

when it comes to stressful situations, especially in combat/trying to protect others, she acts more serious and walled off. but in the aftermath her walls tend to crumble

for sillier situations though. she is not immune to the silly. she can resist it but eventually she will cave. put her with ppodae for long enough and she will exit containment with him /hj

for vera:

🥭 [MANGO] What colours best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favourites?

red!!!! warmer colors represent her well, which are also her favorite colors :) i think shed like the primary ones, plus cyan purple and pink. she loves pleasant gradients.

color meanings :3 from this page

red - passion, excitement, love, but also danger and anger. orange - creativity, warmth, happiness. this one doesnt have any negative meanings lmao. also grabs attention like red! yellow - optimism and cheer, but also intellect and caution. + alarm and sickness (i can totally see this in some art based around the negative meanings where theres just. a blaringly bright yellow background)

shes very passionate and happy, but also impulsive and dangerous, both to herself and others. like super red. on the inside though she is more mellow and intelligent than she acts, yellow and orange.

all the colors grab attention like i said, and yeah she likes to do that. she wants to appeal to everyone and make them all happy :)

🍋 [LEMON] What is their kryptonite/ultimate weakness?

she takes on more than she can handle. in her own story she focuses so hard on dealing with the timeloop entirely alone that she goes out of her mind with stress. even in more mundane things shell try and go alone, which ig shows a side of her i havent looked into much.

for all of her friendliness she doesnt really trust people as much as she lets on. she doesnt expect them to come save her. she tries to be their friend and appeal to them but assumes that they only see her friendship as something passing or fickle.

everything i said about her applies to dnd vera as well! she also tries to be everyones friend and like a beacon of warmth, but thinks they dont care as much as they do. she revels in the communities she finds as she travels, cementing the temporariness of it all in her mind. and so, she takes it all on alone, and when she fails she can only fall back on herself.

shes assuming the party is going to abandon her soon since she practically almost killed them (and herself!) - mostly from her past, but also from the views of friendship shes made in her mind. like cutting off a deal because she couldnt uphold it. (also on that note i couldnt see through the fog of angst </3 she wont be mad at them for coming back!!! more just. surprised and happy, but assuming it isnt gonna last.)

#dnd!vera #vera #bella #lc ocs #owen #<- mentioned #thank you for the ask!!!!! #asks #simikae #I LOVE MY OCS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #i love these paragraphs. cherishes them #sides of my ocs i havent looked into much yet but im glad i did #it feels so natural writing it all too :3 #i cant say i like one part more than the other but i do love all the examples i can give!!!!!!! #also feel free to send questions again btw. for any ask game #ill answer the same thing 200 times o7 #and also i wanna talk about dnd vera.............. rrrrragh. rattles the bars of my cage.

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Episode 6 thoughts

Respectfully go away

I could care less about the overarching plot line rn

Actually loving baghra in this, she’s chill

Is Dominik like nikolais Dominik?!

OMG HE IS

HES NOT DEAD AND THEYRE BESTIES

‘My heart can beat again’ my dominikolai agenda is THRIVING (however I’m not sure how they could be together and have Zoyalai endgame but Dominik may die yet, otherwise it shall be a short lived teenage romance)

JORDIE BESTIE KAZ YOUR SO TRAUMATIZED

OMG INEJ IS WAKING UP

OMG ITS INEJS DREAM WHERE THEY ASSUMABLY DO SOMETHING THEY COULD NEVER DO NORMALLY I THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE KAZS

Ngl wylan just looking at butterflies while everyone’s passed out is making me giggle

NOT THEM SHOWING JESPER NEXT

NO DO NOT DO FLASHBACKS OMG ITS HIS MUM NOOOO THIS IS HEARTBREAKING WTF

Love baghra

STAN TOLYA FOR ACTUALLY GETTING HELP

Ooo what tolya seeing

Aw bestie it’s gonna be tamar dead

OH GOD ITS HIM KILLING TAMAR

WHY ARE THEY ALL SO TRAUMATIZED

Wylan just casually plugging his ears also made me giggle

Wylan awesome

SHES TEACHING HIM HOW TO SHOOT

NOOO JESPER DONT DO THIS TO YOURSELF

OMG JES BABY IM GONNA CRY

THE KANEJ STILL THIS IS WHAT ITS FROM

HES TAKING OFF HIS ARMOR AND HERS

OMG BESTIE THEY WERE SO CLOSE IN HER LIL DREAM STATE

WYLAN CALLING FOR JESPER AND INEJ CALLING FOR KAZ

Ngl kinda wanted the fake Kanej kiss for something to edit if nothing else

OH GOD JESPER IS MAKING ME CRY

KAZ BESTIE I FEEL SO BAD

AND YOU KNOW DAMN WELL INEJ TOUCHING HIM MADE IT WORSE

KAZ SEEING HER IN THE THING THOUGH INSTEAD OF JORDIE

AND NOW HE HATES HIMSELF EVEN MORE CAUSE HE PULLED AWAY

INEJ YOU SAW SOMETHING

Mal wake up and realise your looking for you

I was about to say slay Inej but she’s not actually doing all that well

Where are Kaz and wylan while them three are getting beaten up?

Omg darkling shut up rn

Honestly feeling for Alina now

Didn’t know it was possible to hate the darkling more than I already did

Oh god Inej

TOLYA I LOVE YOU

OMG JESPER BREAKING IT CAUSE OF HIS MUM

Ahhh there they are

Where’s kaz?

Loving the 3 grisha all using there powers

Slay Baghra my fav arsonist

Baghra is aweosme

She legit just cut off his hand and I love her for it

Okay now she’s looking like something out of infinity war, Harry Potter and deathly hallows part II

OMG KAZ SLAY

HIS WIFE?!

OH DAMN SHES A SAINT

YES HE IS JUST A CHILD THANK YOU FOR POINTING IT OUT

OMG MATTHIAS WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

Not her like personally attacking all of them I can’t

‘All this just to protect your husband in his sleep’ I don’t think Kaz understood her speech about love

SHE JUST KEEPS HIS DEAD BODY IN A COFFIN?!

He just wanted to see his mum so badly that he didn’t care she was tryna kill him

omg he could not care less about the sword he just wants wylan

WHYS WYLAN ALWAYD TRYNA HIDE HIS SMILE WITH JESPER JUST GRIN PLEASE

AHHH ANOTHER WESPER KISS

So tolya and Jesper are besties now right?!

THE ONE ZOYALAI CRUMB I WILL TAKE IT

Also Nina…darling…when someone sweeps zoya off her feet you won’t be deep in love with Matthias…

KANEJ CRUMBS

THERE ARE PEOPLE THAT PULL YOU OUT

WHY IS HOPE NOW DANGEROUS INEJ?! YOUR SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT KAZ WOULD HAVE LAUGHED AT YOUR OPTIMISM

Another genyalina hug!

Loving how people on this show will say anything BUT I love you to each other

OMG NO HES TALKING ABOUT MARRYING HER IM NOT EVEN THAT MUCH OF A MALINA SHIPPER BUT MY GOD

So this is where the sex scene comes from then

Not him leaving his hand there

I’m so confused what is he doing

OH SHIT WHAT

Damn it now he knows about mal

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone spoilers

[noblechaton]

big rambly gwitch finale post before bed

holy fucking shit dude what a finale like damn okay

I love love love the way the show gradually ramped up from the almost whimsical vibes of the first episode to the shock and horror of the finale - how it called back to and felt more in line with the prologue than anything else in the series to that point. adore how they handled the gradual build up. the animation’s so much fun to watch and the soundtrack really hits when it wants - that hug in ep 11 with that backdrop could have made me legit cry if it lasted a lil longer lol

and Suletta UGH my girl Suletta....did not expect for things to get as real as they did in regards to her and how close I felt to what she went thru lmao like her wandering around mishearing ppl and believing herself useless to the same ppl she thought were her friends bc she was in a big time slump like....ouch ok dont come for me like this but also just. everything else about her too. her wide eyed optimism and devotion to the friends she makes. I love my tanuki girl so much I only want the best for her and miomio

speaking of here is where I’m gonna spout a stream of thought about what the fuck is going on with All That in that I have no fucking clue as to what exactly the deal is - Suletta’s been at times very childlike to this point and so Prospera giving her the mere suggestion, a nudge of sorts while she was in shock, like I could totally buy it if its just a bit of gaslighting but also what is up with her eyes?? they really focused on that shine when Prospera was talking to her so like....is her mind being controlled? we still know so little about Prospera in the present and even less about the true nature of Suletta. is she really Eri from the prologue? or is she a clone of Eri that’s basically able to be controlled by her mother? or an Eri made obedient thru mind control of some sort?? or is everything post-credits and how she acted after what she did just her sorta mentally reverting to a happier state of mind due to trauma?? some sort of conditioning reapplied each time she sees her mom or a mental shutdown?? how deep does it go if it goes anywhere at all??? 

like she went from a panic attack to a Suletta Splat in no time flat so something has to be going on there right but the what of it all eludes me still. hope whatever it is that my girl will be okay  

really hope we get a solid episode or two devoted to like. Unpacking Everything There since I can’t see Miorine not being scarred bc I mean damn that visual near the end with the bloody hand and the darker lighting mirroring the end of the first ep’s brighter lighting - her hero come to save her, yet now twisted and darker. but also can’t see her being like. mad at or broken up about Suletta’s actions for too long especially if she comes to realize that one way or another the swat was not Suletta in her right mind. it was the Suletta she knows yes but not Suletta I feel if that makes sense. I get the feeling that Suletta doesn’t even really know what she did here - in her mind she was living by the gain two code and doing as she’d said in staying by Mio’s side and saving her again but in a far less innocuous, romantic way well maybe there’s still some romance in there if ya like that sorta thing thats gonna put a massively interesting twist on their relationship going forward I feel

but speaking of the pairing I love that they seem to really be leaning towards Sulemio as the proper canon pairing and hope they do commit to it and that we get a proper love confession at least - both bc I adore the pairing itself and bc I don’t like Suletta with any of the guys lol - while I’m super excited to see where Guel goes from here after his oopsie fucky wucky with y’know the whole blade thru his own dad thing lmao. kinda feel like I’d be cool not seeing the Earthian terrorist group again if only bc I found them a sudden thing and did not care for Sophie in particular at least atm since I’m sorta over her character type but I’m sure they’ll be cool later I’m just sorta over the quirky killer girl lol

anyway this was fun to ramble about expect me to do so again as the show lingers in my brain and if I’m not annoying in the meantime then I’ll be super annoying when it comes back in April and/or whenever my Suletta/Aerial/Miorine kits finally get in. whichever happens first really

but gotdamn she fucking squished a guy dude

#spoilers for gwitch in this btw #the noble from mercury

[outofcontexturi]

aug 29th 2022

im currently on shrooms and im having a bit of a weird high. things feel heightened in a way but not in a way i particularly like it. its a weird high. i dont understand how my friends like this shit compared to edibles. i love the way edibles make me feel but these shrooms are fucking strong and they make me feel down or like stoic so im gonna stop taking them from now cause they dont serve any purpose for me anymore im afraid. i get nothing from them. im glad im documenting this so i have a record of this shit cause i feel like this will help me not go back to these ever cause i seem to always have a weird time with them. they used to make me feel good or at least ive had one good experience or maybe two but the rest of them have been weird. this is weirdly therapeutic in a way. just journalling my thoughts like this. not being afraid to say what im afraid of may be a power in and of itself in a weird way. my belly hurts. and my head hurts so im wondering if thats just a thing that happens whenver i take shrooms but whenever i take them eddys i feel GREAT. feel like i can take on the world. its not even like i feel lost or anything. i know im me and i know im destined for great things but this current feeling is bad. i wont say terrible cause its not but it is a bad feeling considering what it is. but maybe this is a psychedelic that is telling me that im just not ready for it yet. its not something you can take like an edible and think you’re gonna get the same results. it doesnt work like that. im on facetime with saffrah at the moment. its silent. i kinda like it like that. im sure she can hear me typing away but i really enjoy the sound and flow of my typing. saffrah just hung up on me. i dont know how i feel. for a moment i felt lonely and then i had the thought that i have to be brave and now im here. present with the world and my thoughts haha. bethlehem is messaging me. i feel like im in a stable mood somewhat. im not good, im not bad but kinda in a limbo and thats not where you wanna be on a shroom. i wanna feel the euphoria but you cant search for a feeling you just have to feel whatever is available and let it pass. the good thing about all of this is that it will pass. and im blessed. God blessed me. i can overcome anything if i have the courage to take a leap of faith. i think i hear myself or a varation of myself screaming in my head or at least crying or some sort. its weird but now im a bit emotional. im like an hour and a half into my shroom trip. its 23:34. 23:51 listening to kanye west’s 2007 performance and i just feel good. mum wants me to pray with her. i feel good. im in a good mood. typing is a good asmr sound that i like. stronger just came on by kanye and im in a better mood. i understand why they say just feel the feelings when youre on these drugs. i have a nice face.the shrooms are kinda working now. i feel good. i feel very good. my care for things is gone again. i feel like im in my optimal. touch the sky. im gonna pray with lauren and probably call saffrah back. im listening to all of the lights at the larry hoover concert. mike dean really did his fucking job with the synths!! do you hear those synths?!??! man thats godly! i feel good. my head hurts less but i feel something. i feel like the more expressive i am the more expressive people are around me haha how pretentious of me like bruh come on man. but then again. currently listening to lil wayne’s dedication series (dedication 4). cashed out. i have to say lil wayne is the greatest rapper alive. he has it all man. cadence. wordplay. versatility. storytelling ability. 1:11! just saw another angel number. 1:37am listening to 50 cent many men. idk why but im just feeling things and thats okay. just messaged Honey to ask if shes okay cause she said she disassociating for a while but im here for her. and i love her. so theres that. i think im gonna end this here for now and start a new thingy but i really like hearing my typing which is why im still typing like cmon man. i feel good . listening to lets get blown by snoop and im gonna sign off there. God bless. love uri xx 01:43am 30th aug 2022 tues

#journal

[britneyshakespeare]

when i become super successful and famous for, i dont know, some reason, i’m a great person so it has to happen eventually, i want my autobiography to be titled The Little Bitch Who Could

#like the little engine that could #but im a little bitch #also i would love to be able to read that right now to see how im gonna get through these next several fucking road blocks #that i have to get through #ohohohoohoh im not lookin forward to that at ALL but a bitch must do what a bitch must do #this little bitch in fact can #i dont know where all this optimism is coming from i was crying about how i completely ruined the rest of my life an hour ago #and maybe i .. DID in fact do some permanent damage i dont know yet im still young #idc idc ill live. so long as there as hope. as there are happy moments. as long as i can anticipate a moment of tranquility #as i listen to soft music or just eat a really good piece of chocolate or something #or i have hope on a budding friendship/relationship w someone #or just meeting someone's very nice dog #i have somethin to hang on for #even if i do in fact suffer a lot... i already have. a lot. i can do it again mother fucker #and whether or not i live slow and steady or if i die at 27. my life will not be defined by how it ends #none of the trials i will face in the future will ever take away from me the little moments where i felt okay to be alive #nothing. absolutely NOTHING can do that #tales from diana #text post #self love #positivity

[strsburn]

destiny led me to you | loki

pairing - loki laufeyson x female reader

synopsis - driven by the heartbreak of losing your entire world by the hands of thanos, you set out to find him, leaving destruction in your path in multiple universes; thus creating a horde of branches in the timeline and catching the attention of the TVA.

but you would do it all again if it meant you could see him once more.

notes - this is hopefully going to be a series, depending on the feedback i receive, i plan to follow the episodes only slightly because i dont want it to be an exact copy of the show.

[THIS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR LOKI SERIES]

idea credit ( @horrorisunknowntoyou ) thank you for the inspo and allowing me to run with it!

warnings - death, violence, angst, and possible smut (in later chapters?)

wc - 2.4k

MASTERLIST • AO3

"Dread it, run from it. Destiny arrives all the same." A wrinkled hand reaches for your chin, running prune colored fingers along your jawline, doting; mockingly.

Your heartbeat pulses loudly in your ears, eyes glazing over with exhaustion and pain as you attempt to glare, the notion in vain as the titan merely chuckled amusedly.

"I can see great power in you, little one. An infinity stone pulses beneath your every vein. Tell me, where is the tesseract?"

You remain silent.

"We don't have the tesseract, it was destroyed along with all of Asgard." Thor interjects weakly from where he lies, his body held tightly in the arms of the black order.

Guilt sweeps across your being as you make eye contact with Loki, sharing a single nod as you both know what you must do.

Thanos grows annoyed with your unwillingness to comply as he walks over with loud steps, his footprints visible as he raises his gauntlet up, the power stone shining threateningly close to Thor.

"The tesseract, or your brother's head. I assume you have a preference." It's not a question. Merely a statement, one that Loki knows he must prove unbothered.

"Oh, I do. Kill away." To anyone else it would seem he couldn't care less about his brother's demise, but you know your love better than he does himself and you catch the glance of fear that washes over cerulean eyes.

You can only watch in trepidation as the stone makes contact with the God's head. Agonized cries escaping as his skin is burned by the mere power of the stone.

Loki does his best to look unaffected, but you catch the hitch in his breath as he batters inner turmoil. the universe, or his brother.

"Alright, that's enough!"

Loki turns his palm up, as a familiar blue cube materializes in his hand. The eerie blue glow casting a shadow upon his face.

Thanos steps away, smug. You force yourself to look away from Thor's accusing gaze.

"You truly are the worst, brother." Thor shakes his head, eyes disappointed but not surprised.

As Thanos moves to take the stone from his hand cerulean blue eyes make contact with your own and you feel a wave of fear wash over you as you recognize the look in Loki's eyes.

"I assure you, brother. The sun will shine on us again." He does not move his gaze from your own and you can't help but feel this is an unspoken goodbye.

"Your optimism is misplaced, asgardian."

"Well, for one thing, I'm not asgardian. For another, we have a hulk."

In a blur of color you are shoved from where you lie, a slithe figure covering your own as you breathe in the familiar scent of cinnamon and leather.

"We don't have much time, my love. I just want you to know that I love you dearly, and I am grateful for the time I had with you. May I see you again, in Valhalla." His eyes are teary and you barely process his words, as his hands grab hold of your face and pull you into a kiss.

The kiss is desperate, filled with love and grief and you can only briefly kiss your love back as he steps closer to Thanos, rambling on about undying fidelity.

You catch a glimpse of silver behind his back and you gasp as realization sets in.

You move to reach him just as he leaps for Thanos, the knife poised for his head, frozen in mid air as the stones across his knuckles pulse.

"Undying fidelity, you should choose your words more wisely."

You cry out as Loki struggles in his grip, his skin fading blue. You crawl forward, legs aching as you reach for him, your progress hinged by your inability to walk.

"You will never be a god." The rasped words are followed by a snap as his neck gives out beneath Thanos' hands.

A tortured scream rings out and it takes you a second to realize it's your own. A broken sob leaves you as you crawl forward to reach where Thanos has carelessly thrown the body of your love.

You heave as your shaky fingers caress his face, his lifeless eyes staring ahead as you clutch him to your chest.

You rock back and forth knotting your fingers in his hair as you plead for the nightmare to end.

"No resurrections this time."

A portal opens and closes behind you, yet you make no motion to move.

You simply close your eyes and welcome the sweet release of death as the universe explodes around you.

N E W Y O R K 2 0 1 2

"'Coordinates for search and rescue, on my way now.' I mean honestly, how-" Loki is promptly shut up by the mouth guard that decorates his face, courtesy of his brother.

Displeasure makes an appearance as Loki is led to the elevator followed by the avengers that quickly file in. The only source of entertainment being the temper tantrum the green beast throws as he is denied entry. Loki can hardly contain his glee as he waves mockingly as the doors close.

As he is led to the ground floor his cuffed hands clinking annoyingly with every step he glances wearily around himself, dreading the lecture that is sure to come once he reaches asgard. He has no doubt in his mind that Odin will find perfect reason to throw him to the wolves, lest his mother get involved.

As he contemplates, his attention is caught by the sound of his brother calling for help, the guards holding him, attending to what he perceives to be a heart attack, to none other than the man of metal.

He watches, confused as a small stature kicks the case holding the tesseract away from view as the others tend to Stark.

Looking around bemused he watches to see what will conspire next. Before any other move can be made a shout is heard as the doors to the staircase along with the wall is torn apart, the hulk making his distaste for the tedious activity known.

For once since meeting the beast he feels thankful, as the case holding the tesseract is knocked open, the familiar cube sliding towards his foot.

A beat passes and grabbing a hold of the familiar cube he glances around, vanishing in a thin cloud of blue.

T V A U N K N O W N

Hurried footsteps echo down the corridor as the man moves with barely contained excitement. Tie swinging to and fro, a slightly wrinkled hand pulls at the collar of his neck nervously.

Mobius had seen many variants in his time at the TVA. Yet, none had ever come close to interesting as the file he currently held in one hand. Variant L1130 or Loki, as he was called, was perhaps one of the most complicated cases he had come across.

Born as a legend of mythology it was quite unbelievable to know that not only was he real, but he happened to be in their custody for creating a new branch in the timeline. Mobius could only hope Renslayer would agree to allowing him to be the God's superior.

Entering the courtroom, Mobius sits down and watches with rapt attention as Loki attempts to bargain with Ravonna. His plans are foiled as he tries to call upon his magic in a last effort to escape.

Mobius feels it's time to intervene when Renslayer makes it clear he is to be executed.

"You have no idea what I am capable of!"

"Actually I might have an idea of what he is capable of." He offers as he makes his way up to the stand.

His plea must be written across his face as Ravonna leans over to look at him directly.

"Whatever you're planning, it's a bad idea." She warns.

Nonetheless she reluctantly lets him go and Mobius has to fight off the urge to fist pump the air as he escorts Loki down the hallway.

"Oh, I'm Agent Mobius by the way." He offers a hand that is quickly ignored.

He can practically see the distrust written on Loki's face, his eyes calculating every move he makes.

Mobius is hardly surprised that as soon as he enters the room, his back turned to the God as he adjusts his projector, Loki is surging forward to attack. He doesn't even bat an eyelash as he clicks a button on his remote, resetting the God as if the action never even happened.

"C'mon, let's take a look at some of your greatest hits." Mobius waves a hand, as Loki curiously sits down, eyes trained on the projector.

He finds himself staring back at a hologram of his attack on New York. His blue eyes darting back and forth with glee as chaos erupts around him.

A feeling of something akin to shame runs down his spine as he recalls his reign of terror on the city, an illusion of preying on the weak to hide his own fear, lest he fail and succumb to Thanos and his minions.

Loki clenches his jaw, arms crossing over his form in an attempt to hide himself as he turns to avoid the screen.

"I see no point in this-"

"No, no wait, this is just getting good." Mobius grins as he points to the screen and Loki finds himself once again face to face with another variation of himself.

He briefly recalls the time he had lost a bet to Thor and had to change his form into that of a ginger haired man wearing a clean three piece suit, claiming he had a bomb and required over two hundred thousand in midgardian money just to see if he could pull it off. He did, in fact, pull it off, but his mother was not happy as well as the midgardians who failed to solve the case, naming him D.B. Cooper as they had no clue as to his real identity.

His attention is pulled to the screen as a familiar voice of silk enters the scene and he watches as his mother speaks to his future self, his eyes drawn into her face.

"Then am I not your mother?" He hears her ask. Yes, you are.

"No. You are not." Loki's eyes start to mist as he watches the look of hurt pass over his mother's features before she schools her expression into one of contempt.

"Always so perceptive, about everyone but yourself." She decides.

The screen flickers and he sees himself talking to an intruder, his voice amused as he suggests the monster to take the stairs to the left.

Then, his mother, Frigga, lying on the cold ground, a puddle of red growing rapidly beneath her body as her eyes remained closed.

His breath hitches, anger now licking up his spine. He turns sharply to Mobius who smartly remains silent.

"What is this! Some cruel joke? Where is she?! Where do you have her?"

Mobius steps forward, expression neutral as he speaks.

"She's dead Loki. This is the future, it's destined to happen, again and again because that's how it should be."

Loki falters his eyes narrowing as he spits "You're lying! I'll kill you!"

"What? Like you killed your mother."

There's a split second of silence before an angered shout is heard, a chair splitting the air as it crashes into pieces along the floor.

Before anything else can be said Mobius is summoned by Hunter B-15, his eyes falling to Loki who remains silent and he leaves with a slight tinge of guilt burrowing in his chest at the haunted look in the God's eyes.

"You think yourself so sly don't you." Loki looks up at the unfamiliar voice as the projector suddenly comes to life, a new image flicking gently on screen. His eyes catch upon your form and he watches in awe and wonder as you sit beside his future self.

"I don't think, love. I know." He grins leaning in to steal a kiss from you that leaves you both breathless.

He watches as your eyes are filled with nothing but love and adoration for him as you lean into his side.

"Loki?"

"Yes, darling?"

"Do you believe in soulmates?"

Loki tilts his head in contemplation as he looks to you, before a soft grin pulls at his lips.

"I didn't until I met you. I know that no matter who or what tries to tear us apart, we will always find a way back to each other."

A smile breaks out onto your face and Loki watches in stunned silence as the clip ends with the two of your voices fading into laughter.

"You two are meant to be together."

Loki turns as Mobius slowly comes to a stop behind him, his expression thoughtful.

"I don't enjoy hurting people you know." He responds, motioning towards the screen in reference to his attack on New York and the death of his mother.

Mobius doesn't respond, and he takes that as a sign to continue.

"I do it because I have to. Because I've had to." He looks down as he fiddles with his fingers.

Mobius hums as he replies.

"Why? Why do you think that is?"

"It's part of the illusion. It's the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear."

Realization lights up in Mobius' eyes as he answers back.

"A desperate play for control. You do know yourself."

"A villain." Loki sums up.

"Not the way I see it."

There's a mutual silence between them before Mobius sighs.

"Look I can't offer you salvation but I can offer you something better. A fugitive variant has been killing our minutemen."

"And let me guess, you need the God of Mischief to help you stop him."

"That's right."

"How could I possibly be of use to you?"

"That's the thing. The variant we are hunting, we believe is y/n." Mobius looks towards the projector where your image is still.

"I beg your pardon?"

U N K N O W N

Mutilated bodies line the floor as a hooded figure steps over them, eyes glowing an unnatural hue.

"Is it finished?"

"Yes."

A wicked laugh fills the empty space as a portal opens in the deserted land, a set of footsteps following through.

"I'm coming for you, my love."

#loki series #loki x reader #loki laufeyson x female reader #tom hiddleston #loki spoilers #fanfic #loki fanfic #bizzarebarnes

[mod-kyoko]

Hello there! My apologies if this has already been requested, but how about Shuichi’s fluff alphabet?

heya, mod kyoko here! of course you can! thank you so much for the request!

your fluff alphabet is down below ⬇️

caution, the picture below may strain your eyes!

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shuichi's fluff alphabet!

a - activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? how do they spend their free time with them?)

shuichi would enjoy calm, serene activities, like a walk through the park, on a beach, or sitting in the library. however, if you wanted to go somewhere rowdy, like an amusement park or concert, he would still enjoy it. honestly he would put up with nearly anything for you. if you're a rowdy person in general, he wouldn't mind you dragging him all over to do exciting things. in fact, he would find it refreshing!

as for everyday things, he prefers just being in your company. reading a book together, dining together, having deep conversations.

b - beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

for shuichi, appearance doesn't matter nearly as much as what's on the inside. that being said, he would admire the optimism in you, or your tenacity. he would appreciate an s/o who can be mature when needed, but also silly. shuichi just thinks your entire personality is beautiful, really.

although, he does love your eyes, too. he would stare into them as you're talking, making sure you know he is listening intently to whatever you're saying. he loves the way your face lights up when you smile or get excited. those are the things that he finds most beautiful about you.

c - comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack?)

shuichi never really had to deal with something like this before, so he kind of just goes based off how he would want to be treated if he was in your place. at the first sign of your discomfort he will ask if you're okay. then he will ask if you need some space. if you say yes, he will leave, after assuring you that if you need something you can come get him anytime.

if you want him to stay, he will ask if you need a hug. he will wrap his arms around your shoulders and pull you close to his chest, resting his chin in top of your head. the one thing shuichi always wanted to hear was "everything will be okay," so he makes sure to tell you that as well. he hates to see you sad, but tries to act as calm as possible so his calmness will hopefully spread to you.

d - dreams (how do they picture their future with their s/o?)

he definitely sees you as a permanent person in his life, and he isn't too worried about where you will be in the future, since he mainly focuses on the present. however, sometimes he fantasizes about marrying you. he imagines what you would look like the moment he proposes, in your wedding dress, eating cake together.

if you dont want to get married, that's fine too! it has never been a huge goal or dream of his. plus, as long as you're together, marriage isn't too important. it's just a name change and a certificate, right? other than marriage, he does think about having children with you. he often wonders what they would look like, and how great of a parent you would be to them.

e - equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

shuichi sees the two of you as completely equal. your thoughts and opinions are just as important, and he always makes sure to include them. he isn't a very dominant person in general, so he would either be passive or somewhere in the middle. he can be assertive when needed, though. shuichi won't let anyone be toxic toward him, including his s/o. but that would be the only time when he would assert himself over you. other than that, he would never allow himself to speak over you or act like he is the "better" person.

f - fight (would they be easy to forgive their s/o? how are they fighting)

if you were ever to fight with shuichi, it wouldn't be over a petty argument. in those situations he tries his best to listen and apologize, then do his best to fix it. however, if it's a really big fight, he has a bit more difficulty holding himself together. at first, he would cry a little bit. then he would get frustrated. though, he would never ever resort to violence with you. while he might say things he will regret, he tries his absolute hardest not to hurt you.

however, shuichi can and will stand up for himself if need be, he isn't a complete pushover. *little headcanon tangent here*: if you happen to be arguing and he spots toxicity or ab*sive behavior, he will call you out. he is working on self worth and knows what he deserves. good for him :)

g - gratitude (how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

shuichi sometimes gets caught up in his work and doesn't really see all the things you do for him. but when you're gone, he starts thinking about all the things you do. even small things, like bringing him tea when he is working, or dabbing his forehead with a wet cloth when he is sick. it is easy to not notice all the little things someone does for you, but shuichi is a thinker. if he realizes he maybe hasn't expressed his gratitude enough lately, he will immediately start giving back.

to express his gratitude, he will either tell you outright how thankful he is, or make a gesture. he will probably offer to do all your chores or treat you to dinner wherever you want. he makes sure to do this often so you never forget that he loves you and what you do for him.

h - honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? or do they share everything?)

there are only two types of things shuichi would hide from you. one would be some guilty pleasure of his that he has been made fun of for in the past. he tries hard to avoid the judgement of others, even his s/o. the other would be something he thought would potentially hurt you, or something unnecessary for you to know (i.e. he overheard someone talking behind your back). he doesn't like getting involved with drama if it doesn't concern him, and he doesn't want you to waste your time on those petty jerks. plus, he genuinely doesn't think it is something you would want or need to know.

other than that, he tries his hardest to tell you the truth all the time. he knows from firsthand experience how detrimental lying can be to a relationship, and he cherishes you way to much to jeopardize it.

i - inspiration (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? like trying out new things or help them overcome personal problems?)

this one is a big yes! you gave shuichi a reason to make self improvements! before you came along, he didn't realize he had such room for change (the good kind). for example, shuichi didn't realize his self worth until you started expressing your love for him. he finally realized he needed to recognize his worth and what he deserves.

after you entered his life, he went around asking the smartest people he knew for advice on how to be his best self. he thought that if he was going to have someone important close to him then he needed to be at tip top shape for them. you're very special, so of course he would want to be the best partner he could be. his friends mostly told him to try to keep an open mind, listen to others, but most importantly to take time for himself. he took this advice wholeheartedly, not just for you, but also for himself.

j - jealousy (do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?)

it's perfectly normal for their to be a small amount of jealousy in a relationship. shuichi is human, of course he gets jealous sometimes. he tries to shove it down, which of course isn't very healthy. when he bottles too much up inside he tends to get a little cranky, and might hole himself up in his room. but he would never think about taking it out on you.

when he gets like this he attempts to calm himself down before expressing his thoughts to you about it. he'll do breathing exercises or drink some tea and read a book. it helps him a lot to be alone in a quiet environment in these times. once he is back to his usual self he will laugh it off with you.

k - kiss (are they a good kisser? what was the first kiss like?)

now, shuichi was definitely not a genius first time kisser. he just decided to go with what felt right. your first kiss probably took place after the two of you got together, maybe a few weeks or days into the relationship.

you were talking about something that you really enjoy, and as he watched your eyes light up with excitement as you talk about your favorite thing, he realized this is the moment when you're most beautiful to him. as soon as you finished talking he looked at you with a serious yet adoring face and asked if he could kiss you. when you said yes, he slowly leaned forward until your lips met. he wasn't really sure of what to do with his hands, so he just grabbed yours. when it was time for the kiss to escalate into something more, he listened to his gut. you were probably the one to initiate the makeout session by nibbling his lip. he was all for it of course, just a bit nervous.

now he is a natural! doesn't take him much thought what he does with his hands, lips or tongue. you are a very lucky person, s/o. ;)

l - love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

shuichi put a lot of thought into this. however, he didn't rely on his friends for this one. although he always goes to them for advice, he wanted this to be all him. he also didn't want to be embarrassed in front of everyone in case you said no.

the confession happened while the two of you were alone, either in the dining hall, library or outside. you weren't hanging out, you just happened to be in the same place at the same time. so he thought this would be a good opportunity. he cleared his throat, not to get your attention, but to try to avoid his throat closing up due to nervousness. he would then say something like:

"hey, y/n, i was hoping to talk to you about something." as soon as he got your full attention he would start rambling on about how he admires you. he would compliment your ultimate somewhere in there, before finally getting to his point. after clearing his throat again, he makes his best effort to look you in the eyes (though that is pretty difficult for him), and says it. "i like you, i think you're very sweet, and i want to get to know you more." when you told him the feeling is mutual he actually started freaking out internally. of course he tried to keep himself composed on the outside though. (babyyy ahhh)

m - marriage (do they want to get married? how do they propose? what would the marriage be like?)

he wants whatever you wants honestly. marriage isn't a need for him, but don't get me wrong he would absolutely love it too. anyway, the proposal would be fairly traditional. he would spend a great deal of time picking a ring, definitely worrying if you would like it. once he is sure he found the one, he would buy it and immediately start thinking about where to propose.

he would end up choosing a place that isn't too public but still somewhere significant to the both of you. he would definitely wear something nice too. it's kind of important to him that there aren't people around, because you know that can potentially cause problems. plus, this is a you and him thing, not for anyone else! finally, once you're alone in a quiet spot, he would get down on one knee. "s/o, you're the most important person in my life. you inspired me to become my best self. i am so ready to spend the rest of my life with you, devoting myself to you and only you."

domestic life with shuichi is amazing. you never really notice how different he acts around you versus others until you live together. you both balance chores, go together to get groceries, etc. somehow you make the boring and mundane more exciting :)

n - nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

shuichi doesn't seem like one for pet names at first. further down the line, though, they would grow on him. he originally just called you by your name, or a shortened version of it. Then he started to use babe, honey, dear, because it seemed like you were enjoying it. his least favorite pet name for you is babe. he really likes sweetheart and love. overall, pet names aren't his sort of thing.

as for him, at first he would just like to have you call him saihara. now, he wouldn't admit it, but he goes really soft when you call him baby! if it's you, he will let you call him anything to be honest.

o - on cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? is it obvious for others? how do they express their feelings?)

although he isn't one to brag about his s/o to others (in fact he actually prefers to be pretty private about his love life), it is quite obvious to everyone that he is in love. they can tell because he seems happier, and more talkative. miu even said that he is "glowing." :)

of course it's even easier to tell when he is with you. you can see his true feelings in his eyes when he is looking at you. you can feel his true feelings when he kisses your knuckles, when he leans his head on you. You can hear them when he expresses his love for you verbally every day. He expresses his love in many ways, even in small gestures that might be overlooked, like making an effort to not wake you up if he has to get up before you, or organizing your mess.

p - pda (are they upfront about their relationship? do they brag about their s/o to others? or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

as i said before, shuichi isn't very comfortable being open about his relationship. the most he would do in public is hold hands or hug. he won't necessarily brag, but he will answer polite questions like "how are you and s/o doing?" with pride. he is definitely proud of you, even if he doesn't make a point of telling other people. he tells you, which is what is important.

q - quirk (some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship)

his ultimate! shuichi's talent as ultimate detective allows him to be very perceptive and smart, not to mention mature. this is good for relationships since he can tell when your behavior changes, which he can then ask you if something is wrong. his maturity and knowledge as a detective allows him to make rational decisions even under pressure, like if you're in a heated argument. he knows how to diffuse many different stressful situations because of his critical thinking skills.

r - romance (how romantic are they? what would they do to make their s/o happy? cliché or rather creative?)

shuichi isn't one for romance clichés, but he hasn't had much experience with this kind of thing, so that's what ends up happening anyway. other than the occasional bouquet of flowers, necklace (if you wear jewelry), or snacks, he doesn't give gifts much. he thinks love can't be bought with money or gifts (hear hear). of course he gets you gifts on anniversaries and birthdays and holidays, though.

s - support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? do they believe in them?)

of. course. he believes in you, and he is more than willing to help you achieve your goals, whether that be directly helping you with a task, or just giving advice. if he isn't tired or busy with work, he will do anything he can to help. shuichi is actually really invested in your goals. we all know he likes helping others, and he would most likely receive a sense of pride after seeing you accomplish something whether on your own or with his help.

t - thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? or do they prefer a certain routine?)

to an extent, shuichi really enjoys routine. but, like any person, he would get a little bored without occasional exposure to new things. he asks you to take him out to do something interesting at least once a month. his favorite new thing was going to a pottery store and learning how to make things out of clay. it was super satisfying to him to make something artistic. i might even say it was therapeutic for him. he also really enjoys going to art museums! this man has a natural affinity for art. it gives him a sense of serenity.

u - understanding (how good do they know their partner? are they empathetic?)

shuichi knows a heck of a lot about you, mainly because he loves listening to you talk about yourself. he often asks you questions so he can learn more, too. he genuinely doesn't mind it. he enjoys falling asleep to your voice as well! as for empathy, he tries his best to understand your feelings. he often asks himself how he would feel in your situation, and that helps him a lot with empathy.

v - value (how important is the relationship to them? what is its worth compared to other things in their life?)

shuichi knows well enough to put his own health, mental and physical, over anything else, even you. however, other than that, you're probably at the top. maybe even more so than some of his friends. he loves you and appreciates you very much! honestly, his life would be so different without you and he doesn't know what he would even do.

w - wild card (random fluff headcanon)

he likes to dabble with cooking (just imagine shuichi in an apron oh wowwww).

he is a bento box lover! he will often make you them with different ingredients each time to see what you like most, and just to experiment with flavors. he is really good at it too, everything he makes for you is homemade. he takes a lot of pride in it, especially when you enjoy them! (he would be overjoyed if you made him one so you could eat together. <3)

x - xoxo (are they very affectionate? do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

while shuichi isn't the most affectionate person ever, he does love it. when the two of you are alone he will often lean his head on your shoulder, grab your hand. if he is reeeally in the mood, he loves to make out with you. his touches are usually slow and sensual. he will hook his arm around your waist, lovingly caressing your body, or rub his thumb on the back of your hand. all of his affection is displayed thoughtfully and with care.

y - yearning (how will they cope when they're missing their partner?)

for the most part, shuichi likes alone time. but, if you're gone for a long period of time, he will get a bit grumpy. sometimes it will be noticeable, but not always. if he misses you that much, he will busy himself with a book, hangout with a friend, or just fantasize about you. whether he relives old memories or creates fake scenarios in his head, that is a great way for him to cope when you're gone.

z - zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? if so, what kind?)

if you were having any kind of relationship issues, shuichi would definitely try to salvage it. however, there is a certain extent to what he would do to save it. but don't worry, he doesn't give up easily. he will give your relationship what it needs to thrive. a break, space, communication. these are all important to him. of course he doesn't want to lose you. i see shuichi as someone who won't take any bullshit, either. he will try his best to fix it.

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this concludes shuichi's fluff alphabet! i hope you liked it. i'm sorry if it is a bit long, i tried to condense it just in case.

have a great day!

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[cinnamonruts]

05 | in a blink

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

WORD COUNT → 1.4 k

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STANDING IN A GROUP on part of the schools training grounds, you turn your attention to the boy who seems to desperately trying to figure you out, “Hi, I’m ( l/n ).” you say, taking the first step.

As he obviously is not going to as he just keeps glancing at you. Like you are supposed to act like you don’t feel a set of eyes boring into the side of your face. Having his eyes connect with your, you can’t help but smile at how the bright red eyes pull you in. Such a pretty eyes. Wait, what?

“Tch.”

Blinking at the reaction, you nod, competently being snapped out of the trance. Now seeing how pissed off he looks, even though it does not seem to be at you, he still is, “Okay…” you trail off, turning back to the communal conversation.

“But orientation, we are going to miss it.” a girl calls out, “If you really want to make the big leagues you can’t waste time at pointless ceremonies.” Aizawa-sensei says bursting her bubble, “Here at UA we are not tethered to traditions.”

Which reminds you of how ( b/n ) told you how unlike many other schools U.A.’s curriculum various from homeroom- teacher to teacher. This must be Aizawa-sensei version.

“That means I get to run my class however I see fit.”

“You have been taking standardised tests most of your lives.” he starts, holding up the phone up with the various activities, “But you have never been able to use your quirks in physical exams before.” you could already guess where this was going.

Clicking the screen to black, he pockets his phone, “The county is still trying to pretend like we are all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It is not rational,” he denies, “One day the ministry of education will learn.”

Sighing his eyes fall on to someone in the group, it is kinda hard to tell with how his hair covers most of his eyes, “Bakugou you managed to get the most points at the entrance exam. What was your father’s distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?”

“Sixty-seven meters,” he says fast, “I think.” he adds. Looking around himself, trying to make it sound like not a big deal, which smells like BS.

“Right, try doing it with your quirk.”

Moving into the painted circle on the floor, Aizawa hands him a ball, “Anything goes, as long as you stay in the circle.” he tells Bakugou as he motions all of us to take a step back, “Go, on. You are wasting our time.” as he just stands there.

A soft snore leaves you as you quickly slap your hand over your face to cover the sound, “Alright man you asked for it.” he says bitterly, stretching out weirdly as he gets ready to throw.

Getting ready, he let’s out a hard battle cry of ‘die’ followed by a massive explosion. Successfully making your eyes widen at the flashy quirk.

“All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It is the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro-hero.” Aizawa-sensei says, holding up his phone to show how far he has thrown. Seven-hundred and five meters.

“Wow, 705 meters are you kidding me?” Kaminari voices, “I want to go, that looks like fun!” a familiar pink lady, “This is what I’m talking about, using our quirks as much as we want.” a boy you aren’t familiar with, yet, calls out happily.

The hum of your teacher at the words of your peers makes it almost clear that he is amused by our nativity, “So, this looks fun, huh?” confirming your first thought, his tone makes it seem like it will not be fun, not in the slightest, not at all.

“You have three years to become a hero. You think it is all gonna be games and playtime?” he asks, not really but hypothetically, “Idiots, today you will compete in eight physical tests to gage your potential.”

“Whoever comes in last has none.” Harsh.

“And will be expelled immediately.” Even harsher.

“Like I said; I get to decide how this class runs, if you got a problem you can head home right now.” he says, waiting for anyone to leave or say something else, “You can’t send one of us home. I mean, we just got here. Even if it wasn’t the first day that isn’t fair.” the brunette girl calls out.

She does have a point, but life isn’t really fair either.

“And you think natural disasters are?” your new teacher questions. Making a small spark come to you. Knowing you and your teacher will get along just fine.

“Or power-hungry villains? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities?” he fires at her. Shaking his head at the young girl, “No, the world is full of unfairness. It is a heroes job to combat that. If you want to be a pro you have to push yourselves to the brink. For the next three years, U.A. will throw one terrible hardship after another at you.” Aizawa-sensei tells her and with extension all of us.

“So, go beyond plus ultra. Show me it is not an accident you are here.” he says, offering some optimism in our pessimistic society, “Now then, we are just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin.”

50 METER DASH

“( l/n ).” your teacher calls out. Letting it be known that he knows your name, most likely all of our names, “How long did the 50-meter dash take you in junior high?”

Thinking back to your last fifty-meter dash you tilt your head, “Three to four seconds give or take.” you say, getting some raised brows at the assumption you can run ten meters in less than a second.

“Stand ready,” he says, offering an arm up. Taking a couple steps closer, you glance at him for a sign to start, “when you’re ready. The sensor will take your time.”

Nodding, you shake your legs out. Taking a deep breath, your eyes start to glow for anyone in your sense of time. Looking around, you see them in slow-mo. Focusing back on the task you run down the lane, stepping over the stripe.

Letting the world run your course of speed again, yet. Turning back to your peers, the board blinks your results, “One-tenth of a second.” he announces.

Making brows raise for very different reasons now. Getting various of; “What?” , “Impossible.” , “That was so cool!” , “So fast!”

Chopping taking your attention, “How did you do that?” Iida question, pushing his glasses back. Rubbing my neck I smiled awkwardly at the surprised faces, as I make my way back to the group, “It’s my quirk, it allows me to run at supersonic speed, while staying maintaining my movements and brain processing. And obviously, it stays in an account that I won’t kill myself with the pressure.”

“Was that even a language?” Kaminari asks me confused, “I am really fast.”

Making multiple peers nod in understanding at the simplistic explanation. As Iida stops his abuse on the air, “I still have a lot to learn.” you deny, not quite as fast as you know you might be able to. Being able to go to march one while you know you can at least get to march two.

“You are just at the start of your journey, I am very confident U.A. will harness your abilities.”

“Oh, uh, thank you.” you say, rubbing your hands together, “Are you two done, or should we praise ( l/n ) some more?” Aizawa-sensei cuts through. Making you slap your cheeks at the call out.

But, obviously, it did not end there. This was just the first part, of an eight-part competition.

A/N: ieppppp I DONT HAVE ANYTHING TOO ADD;; what are ur thoughts???

in the next chapter you can expect;

- the eight-part competition

- & the introduction of new characters <3

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[damn-stark]

Blinded Ch.16

A/N- it’s a long one :) I hope you guys like this because I know I’m proud of this chapter!! So I do hope you guys like this :) also I did have to move the timeline for this chapter to work out. You guys will know when you read it but beside that nothing else changed.

Warning- ANGST, violence, fluff ;)

Pairing- Poe Dameron x Solo!reader

Takes place during- The force awakens

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The rest of the battle passed like a blur, nothing had felt real, blowing up the oscillator didn’t feel real but it was. You heard pilots through the comms shout in excitement, congratulate Poe for his success on being the one to blow it up, but you...you had been silent for the rest of the battle and you didn’t mind it until the silence was loud and felt too alone.

As you land safely on the ground of D’Qar you took off your helmet and noticed your hands were shaking uncontrollably. You let out a loud exhale before setting your helmet on your lap and took a look out the cockpit window of your TIE-fighter, as much as you want to you can’t seem to bring yourself off your TIE. You try to reach for your handle to lift the cockpit door but your hands are still shaking, so instead you curl them into tight fists to avoid seeing your trembling hands.

You scan the area outside and notice everyone was happy and celebrating. Time seemed to slow down again, everything felt out of place, nothing felt real until you felt tears flow down your cheeks; every emotion crashing within you. Your head falls back into the head rest while you run your hands through your hair.

He’s gone and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

All you knew now was that you needed to stop crying, you weren’t alone and this was supposed to be a happy time for everyone, this was a big win for everyone and you couldn’t let them worry about you, especially Poe...especially after the success he just had. So instead you take a shaky deep breath and wipe your tears away.

When you finally manage to hop out of your TIE you spot Poe already making his way to you, with a big happy grin. A grin that any other day would have made you as happy as him, that would have made your heart flutter but all you could do now was manage a smile that didn’t reach your eyes but it was a smile to disguise your feelings.

“You did it!” You say as you throw your arms around his neck and bring him in for a tight hug, a hug that hid your face and it’s true emotions.

He laughed before tightening his grip around your waist. “We did it.” He corrected you as he pulled away far enough to meet your eyes. You quickly close the small gap with a kiss one he returns with more passion. He still didn’t have a clue to what had happened and you wanted to keep it that way, but you knew that he was eventually going to find out and as he pulled away you hoped it wasn’t as soon. Because you knew with one question or with one certain look you would be a mess again.

He looked at you with the same smile, and you still had managed to keep yours. “Come on lets go.” You urged as you grabbed his hand to pull him away but he quickly pulled you back to him.

“Wait, hold up.”

You swallowed thickly, trying to avoid meeting his eyes, but he had caught on that something was off about you so with his knuckle his tilted your chin up so you could meet his gaze. His smile slowly faded away as he read your face and noticed how red, puffy and sad your eyes seemed to be. His face seconds later twisted into one of worry. “What’s wrong?”

Your smile completely disappeared at his question and your ability to contain your tears failed. Your lip begins to tremble and your eyes begin to flood with tears. “It’s-it’s my dad, Poe. He’s- he’s gone.” You stutter your voice breaking as tears flow down. Poe wastes no time as one of his hands move to the back of your neck and the other one around your waist to pull you close to him once again.

His embrace around you is tight and firm, reassuring you in every way. One of your hands is behind his head and the other one tightly around his shoulders as if almost afraid he’ll disappear too. You bury your head into the crook of his neck, tears damping that part of his jumpsuit but he didn’t care all he cared about was you. “I’m sorry...this is supposed to be your moment.” You muffle but he just softly rubs circles at the side of your neck with his thumb and gently places a kiss at the side of your head.

“No no don’t apologize. I don’t care about that, baby. All I care about right now is you, okay?”

“Thank you.” You say softly in return making him once again kiss the side of your head. The embrace lasted a moment longer until you managed to move your head and rest your chin on top of his shoulder to only see your mother in the distance turn to face you. Poe and you pull apart and you wipe the tears from your cheeks and walk over to her to once again met in a tight and reassuring embrace.

This interaction was a silent one, both taking in the presence of one another and bringing each other comfort. As much as you try to hold it in again, you fail and your tears still flow down. “I’m so so sorry.” You whisper but she pulls apart to have one hand caress your cheek.

“Don’t be.” She reassures you before hugging you again. Seconds later you both are wrapped up in a tighter embrace by none other then Chewie. You can’t help and let out a sad laugh at the interaction knowing well that if your father were here to see this he would joke about the embrace.

I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, dad.

-

“How did it happen?” You question Rey as you look down at Finn who was in a coma ever since returning from starkiller base.

“It was..Kylo Ren.” She said making sure to say his name louder and with more hatred. She paused and you saw her eyes search your own as if trying to say something but instead she looked down at Finn. “Kylo threw me using the force, getting me unconscious and Finn out of anger decided to fight him with...this lightsaber.” She continued as she took out a all to familiar lightsaber. Your eyes flickered from Finn to the lightsaber extended to you. You took it and examined it carefully before igniting it revealing the blue blade. You smile slightly before deactivating it and handing it back to her. She hesitated to take it from your hand but you shot her a more reassuring smile.

“It’s yours.”

“Are you sure?” She questions making you let out a huff that was meant as a laugh.

“I dont need three plus I have a feeling you’re going to need it.” She smiles as she finally takes it from you.

You look back down at Finn and took a seat next to his bed before taking his hand in yours. “I’m sorry he did this to you. I really am.” You whisper to him in a sadder tone. Once again your brother had hurt someone else you cared for. Even if you had just met Finn, you grew to be quick friends, it felt weird but at the same time it felt right.

“You’ll be okay, my friend.” You felt Rey’s eyes on you as you spoke silently to Finn. You heard her mouth open to say something but she was interrupted by Poe.

“Y/N, they completed it. They completed the map to Luke Skywalker.”

-

The map came to life as BB8 put in the last piece like a puzzle, showing a hidden system to the most known man in the galaxy.

“Luke.” Your mother uttered as she looked at the map with hope and happiness.

You were glad that she had this opportunity, had gotten this happiness after what happened and you wanted to share that happiness but you couldn’t. You couldn’t share everyone’s happiness and hope for Luke Skywalker as much as you did try. All you felt was nervous, slight anger and more sadness at the sound of his name.

“Are you going to go find him?” Poe’s question broke you away from your thoughts to face him.

“What?”

“Are you going to go find him?” He repeated.

You looked back briefly at the map before meeting his gaze again. You opened your mouth slightly to respond but found yourself troubled by the answer. Was it something you wanted? To find a man you haven’t seen in years? A man that tried to kill your brother?...and...maybe tried to kill you? Your mother most likely would want you to go and you immediately knew Rey was going to go, their was no thought about that, but you?

“I don’t know.” You responded softly making him take your hand in his.

“You still have time to think about it, don’t worry about it.” He assured you making you smile softly. “Are you going to go to tonight’s celebration?”

“How could I miss it? A celebration for the destruction of Star killer base and to celebrate the man who helped destroy it.” You told him sounding more like yourself. He chuckled making you smile wider.

“It was a team effort and I’m just saying to let you know that you don’t have to go...I understand how you feel and if it’s all too much I understand.”

Your smile slowly begins to fade at the memory but you quickly recooprate and cup his cheek. “Wouldn’t miss it. Like I said to celebrate the man who destroyed star killer base.”

He chuckled but you knew he was hiding his cocky grin behind that laugh. “I told you it was a team effort.”

-

“Did you ever guess you would end up here?” You asked Rey as you watched her look at everything even the smallest things with so much astonishment, just how younglings view sweets. It’s something admirable about her, even if her past wasn’t the best she still viewed everything with so much optimism.

“No.” She answered simply turning to you for a second before looking back at all the people celebrating not far from where you were sitting. “Did you?”

“No.” You answered honestly making her look at you again as if not believing your answer. You met her eyes, smiling slighting at her reaction. “When I was young I never thought I would end up being anything but a Jedi...and when I became Hale Ren I....I never saw a future for myself but I know I definitely didn’t think I was going to end up here.” you continued not believing you would open up to her the way you did but then again you felt like you could trust her.

“I’m sorry you lost your father.” She said quietly with sadness hidden behind her tone. You sighed deeply, looking away from her and to the ground as you felt your eyes water.

“I’m sorry you lost him too...BB8 told me how close you two got...he was a great man...he wouldn’t have disappointed you.” You tried so hard to stop the tears from trickling down but you failed letting them drop to the grass below your feet. You looked up to Rey and saw as her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“Kylo Ren told me the opposite.”

You sighed deeply before shaking your head in disapproval. “Kylo Ren told you that, not Ben Solo.. Ben loved our dad, we both did.” The words were spoken softly as memories began to run through your head. You quickly tried to clear your mind from those memories because you knew if you let them play in your head you would be unable to control your emotions. You saw how Rey parted her lips to say something but instead closed her mouth choosing to remain silent.

“BB8 told me you can use the force, I mean I sensed it when we first met but I let him tell me.” You said to her changing the subject. She smiled slightly at the mention of BB8 before her smile vanished and her face went serious again.

“It’s weird, what I feel..I never felt it before it was like something in me woke up.” She paused her eyes flickering over to you before turning away. “It happened when I touched the lightsaber and when I did, I saw a lot of things...I also saw you, you were dressed like how you are now, in white, you had your hood up covering your face, but the light of the white lightsaber in your hand illuminated what was hidden, your metal hand was extended to help me up and in that instant I felt like I could trust you even if I had never met you..and when I did see you, really saw you I felt the same way but I also felt something else, it was weird, I felt”

“Connected.” You two said simultaneously. You both then met each others gaze, both sharing the same small smile.

“The force works in mysterious ways..it will all make sense soon.”

-

“I know what I have to do but I don’t know if I have the strength to do it....will you help me?”

“Yes. Anything.”

Kylo’s eyes just glistened with tears that threatened to fall. He dropped the helmet that was in his hand, making it drop with a loud bang before he removed the the lightsaber from his hilt. He held it in his hands before offering it to Han.

Han looked down at the lightsaber and reached to grab it. The natural light of the sun completely disappeared, the red lights only illuminating Kylo’s face in a menacing way.

Without looking down, Kylo held onto the lightsaber struggling to let it go to Han. Han wanted to take it but Kylo only held on tighter and tighter until he turned it slightly and activated it, immediately impaling Han.

“NO!”

The lightsaber crackled and Kylo impaled the blade deeper into Han. Han then reached and cupped Kylo’s cheek, caressing it before Kylo deactivated it, letting Han fall into the dark abyss.

You immediately jump awake , sweat dripping down your forehead, thick tears streaming down your face. Every instinct in you wanted to yell out after the horror you had seen, the nightmare you had seen but it was like your mouth had gone dry, every word got stuck at the back of your throat, only letting out a low whimper.

No no no no no. It can’t be true. He didn’t kill dad. No. Don’t let it be true.

“Please don’t let it be true.” You whisper as you let your head drop to your hands. You close your eyes to try and ease your mind but when you do you see it again, you hear it. You hear the lightsaber activating, you see it going into your father....you see...your brother killing him. So instead you open your eyes unable to see anymore of it.

You don’t want it to be true, you wish on everything to not let it be true, to not let the fact that your own twin brother had killed your father; But everything inside you, every feeling knows it true. Their was no other way, he wouldn’t have died any other way. No one had told you before but you didn’t need them to. Not anymore. You knew the truth they hid. Your twin brother killed your father.

You exhale deeply before moving to sit at the edge of the bed, letting your head rest on your hands once again. Your chest was heaving up and down heavily, you had thought you would be able to calm down but that’s when you begin to feel it. You begin to feel the all too familiar feeling of blinding raging, anger begins to bubble at the pit of your stomach and slowly invades every part of your body. You ran your fingers through your hair and close your eyes to try and calm yourself but it felt impossible. The sound of Kylos lightsaber igniting and impaling your father taunts you. Making it everything you hear. The anger is too familiar and you’re to scared to let it stay.

You quietly push yourself off the bed being careful not to wake up Poe who was in a deep sleep. He’s hardly slept and after the day he had he deserved at least to sleep without having him have to worry more about you. So you’re careful as you change into your clothes as you didn’t want to wake him. Once you sneak outside you let out a deep breath something you seemed to have been holding in. You make your way to where you liked to mediate. It was still dark out but the soft lights from the stars illuminated the way. When you finally made it to your spot you sat on the ground and folded your legs together. You closed your eyes and begin to mediate to let the anger flow past you. You begin to float up and everything seemed to go as it always did, good.

But this time it turned out different. You began to hear and see it once again. Every word, every movement, the expressions, emotion. You saw it all and it pained you, it angered you. An anger that you thought you wouldn’t feel ever again, an anger that you only felt while you were Hale Ren. You immediately opened your eyes and stood up and as you did you began to see violent flashes of the temple burning, Kylo hurting Poe and everything Kylo had done to hurt you, it all played in your head.

“Why would I lie to you?”

“He tried to kill me he was going to kill you too.”

“I promise I’ll never hurt you”, every word Kylo spoke sounded in your head but this time it was different you really saw the lies behind every word, you really opened your eyes.

You put your hands on either side of your head and began quickly pacing back and forth as more and more flashes and an unknown voice came to mind. A voice you didn’t question as it spoke nothing but the truth. “He Killed Alya, your father and he hurt Poe...he lied and hurt you.”

Flashes of Alya, your father, Poe getting hurt and Kylo hurting you, played in your head. It made angry tears stream down your cheeks, It made your head ache, it made you angry.

“Alya! No! No!”

“Just make it all stop.” you whispered. Poe’s screams ripped through your mind making you shut your eyes and see it vividly.

“Stop!” Darkness took over until a red blade shone making everything clear, you heard and saw your fathers death again.

“Just stop.” You quickly opened your eyes and fell on your knees. You heard every lie Kylo told, each one. All the ones about Snoke and the darkness, about your parents, Luke. You saw him when cut off your hand and cut your face.

“Just make it all STOP!” You exclaimed as you fell to the ground completely, your hands still holding your head, tears streaming down your cheeks with your whole body shaking.

“Y/N” your eyes drift to the sound of the voice. When you see your grandfather Anakin Skywalker is when you let your hands drop making you sit up.

“Let the anger you’re feeling flow past you, this anger you feel will blind you once again. Don’t fall again. What Ben did was wrong but your father wouldn’t want this for you.” You watched him carefully—part of you thinking this was another vision since you haven’t seen him in a while, but as you watched him you knew it wasn’t, he was really here.

You would have thought that every vision, every voice, lie and all the anger would disappear upon seeing the presence of your grandfather but it didn’t. It was still there, now quietly in the back of your head. Only one voice was loud, one voice you didn’t know, a voice you felt spoke the truth. “Kill him. Kill Kylo Ren and it will all stop.”

“Ben didn’t do that. Ben is dead he made it clear. Kylo Ren is not my brother. My brother is dead. I had hope for Ben, but that hope died when my father did.” You say bitterly, every word dripped with hatred, hatred you hid successfully from him.

“No Ben is not dead, he’s struggling but he is not dead. I know what you’re feeling right now, I felt it before too, but the anger will not bring anything good.” He tried to help you, bring comfort but it’s like every word he said just went through one ear and out the other.

You stood up to your full height and wiped the tears from your cheeks, your sadness disappeared and a face of determination appeared on your features.

“I won’t fall again, trust me I won’t.”

“Luke Skywalker has the truth you seek. The truth that will make everything clear.” The voice spoke.

Everything in you changes, your stance, your way of thinking, no longer holding hope for your brother. You shoved away the sadness and you let anger seep through. You weren’t going to let yourself fall again, that was true, you weren’t becoming Hale Ren. You just needed to kill the darkness once and for all. You hid every emotion from your grandfather and you made him believe you were good, that you were going to get through this.

“Find Luke, find the truth and then...KILL Kylo Ren.”

-

The entrance looked haunting, you tried to take one step inside but every muscle in your body froze. Suddenly it started becoming hard to breath. The sound of the lightsaber echoed in your hand, you saw your fathers face before he fell it was clear as if he were standing before you, but he was only in your head. It was a memory, a memory you weren’t even there to see in person—not like you wished to see it in person, it haunted you now, you couldn’t imagine how you would have felt if you were actually there to see it.

Instead of trying to take a step inside the Falcon you spun back on your heel and go towards your TIE Silencer to prepare it so you could head to Luke.

“You aren’t going with Rey and Chewie on the Falcon?” The sound of your mothers unexpected voice makes you jump. You shoot your head up and halt in your steps. You saw the sadness and worry behind her eyes as she made her way to you.

“No...I’m going on my ship. I can’t step inside.” You confessed.

She sighed before taking your hand in hers. “Why the sudden change of mind y/n? You said before you didn’t want to go find Luke.”

Her question made your breath hitch, something you hope she didn’t catch. Your eyes wandered all over the place to try and find the right excuse to tell her. She couldn’t know your real intentions on why you needed to find Luke.

“Because he’s the only that can help. I saw what happened. I saw my...brother kill my dad. And my uncle Luke is the only one that can help me.” You lied, your eyes flickered up to meet her own. It looked like she wanted to say a lot to you, wanted to explain everything she also felt, but it hurt her too. “Plus it’s time I finally confront him...I haven’t seen him in years it’s finally time to do it.”

She caressed your cheek before you placed a light kiss on her forehead. “I love you mom.” You said sweetly.

“I love you too y/n.”

You parted ways but before you completely disappeared from her view she called out to you making you stop and turn to her. “May the force be with you, y/n.” You shot her a sweet smile before heading to your Silencer.

You began to prepare your ship before you left, making sure that you had everything, that you had enough resources to go find Luke and then go find Kylo.

“You weren’t going to leave without saying goodbye were you?” Poe’s sudden voice scared you making you jump slightly and grab your chest. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s all fine. And no I wasn’t. I was just checking my ship.” You assured him as you hopped down from the Silencer.

“So this is yours? Like yours, yours or did you steal it?” He asked as he run his hand on the body of the ship, admiring it.

“Yes it’s mine, mine. I spent hours rebuilding this ship. I only left it behind because when I was leaving the first order I was in a rush.”

“I still can beat you in a race.” He whispered making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Sure whatever you say, fly boy.” He chuckled at your comment before walking closer to you.

“Are you sure you want to go?” He questioned as he began to caress your cheek with his thumb.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll return sooner then Rey. I just need to do this, finally time to face him.” None of it was a lie, you were going to return and you were going to face him, their was just some details you were leaving out.

“You sure you’re okay? Why don’t you wait a little longer, I just don’t want to you be alone, you know after what happened.” You smile slightly at his worry before you assure him again that you were fine.

“Why don’t you tell me before I leave what you wanted to tell me before we left for starkiller base.”

He immediately shifts where he stands and let’s his hand drop from your cheek. He scratches the back of his head and seems to get nervous about something.

“Yeah...I wanted to give you something but I...” he paused shifting from leg to another.

You heard as his breathing became unsteady, his eyes shifting from you to the ground. You took a step closer to him and studied his face. “You okay?”

He inhaled deeply before he reached to grab the necklace around his neck, taking it off his neck and taking in another nervous deep breath. His eyes flickering from the ring hanging from the metal chain, to you. “I want you to wear this necklace..as a promise from me that after this war is over we’ll finally live our life together..I know this isn’t the right time to ask but whenever is it?”

You exhale deeply and feel the your eyes sting with the tears that were threatening to fall.

“I love you. And I want to spend my life with you.. I talked to your dad before, after you introduced us and I asked for his permission because I know that it was going to mean a lot to you so I did, and he surprisingly granted it. I asked your mom and she was on board before I even asked.” He lets out a chuckle making you swallow thickly while the tears slipped from your eyes. He took your hands in his and he smiled wider. A smile that always brought you comfort. A smile that brought a smile of your own. His smile was one you knew you would want to see all your life.

His eyes searched your own and you saw the softness behind them, you saw the same look he gave you on the ship when you arrived on jeskar, the same look he always seemed to have when he was with you.

“So I ask you now...do you want to spend of your life with me after this war? Build a nice home wherever you want, start a family, if you want...all I know is I want to do all of this with you, if you’ll let me of course....So will you?” Your eyes wander all over the place unable to focus on just one thing as you processed his words. He shifts again where he stands, you hear him swallow thickly and feel his grip on your hands loosen as you remained quiet only making him more nervous then he’s ever felt before. It’s not until you wrap both arms around his neck where he lets out a relived sigh.

“Yes I do want that with you. All of it...I love you so much...until every star on this damned beautiful galaxy dies, remember?”

“Until every star on his damned beautiful galaxy dies.” He repeats as he tightens his embrace around your waist.

“You had me scared for a second.” He confess making you chuckle and nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck. “I promise that the next time I put this ring on you it won’t be around your neck but on your finger. Okay?”

“Okay.” You pull away just far enough to cup his cheeks. He then puts the necklace around your neck with a bright smile on his face. “Thank you..for everything Poe. For bringing me happiness and light when I feel the darkness....Thank you.” Your smile brightness before he pulls you in for a sweet tender kiss. After a couple of minutes your lips part and he rests his forehead on yours. You both stay in a comfortable silence and it seems that your thoughts on your own made mission had changed, you felt it all to be wrong, until the voice played in your mind again. The voice that brought up your anger again. That voice that reminded you of what you needed to do.

“Seek the truth from Luke Skywalker and then kill Kylo Ren and you’ll live the life the you want.”

-

One knock. No answer. Two.

“Go Away!”

The sound of his voice made you go stiff. Chewbacca busted the door open making the realization that the interaction was getting closer and closer. So instead of walking ahead you take a couple steps back, wanting to turn away, run back to your ship but as soon as Rey turned back to you, you stopped.

“It’ll be okay.” She spoke, surprisingly bringing you the small assurance you needed. She motioned with head for you to go first, you hesitated but walked ahead.

Stopping at the now broken entrance you heard his breath hitch. “Y/N?”

“...Luke.”

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[wallypollyanna]

Waltz De Chocobo

Moxiety, background logince, hurt/comfort, soulmate au

The basic idea of soulmates was a common mystery to scientists, one that was often studied.

There had yet to be a reason, or theory as to how they worked. No soundwaves, no emission, nothing explained how a person a there soulmate can hear the same music.

All that, however, didn't really matter to Patton Hart. He didn't need to know why and how he and his soulmate were connected, just that they were!

And he knew his soulmate was out there, because it was really common for him to hear soft music coming from no where.

A good chunk of the time, it's loud, hard music that's right up in his face.

(Roman labeled it "pg-13" music, and told him that his soulmate was some sort of emo edge Lord)

And while Patton didn't really mind it when his soulmate listened to that kind of music (Even though it really wasn't his type), he absolutely adored it when they played a different type.

He didn't really know how to explain it. Despite having no words, the music felt very emotional and powerful. Some of it was light hearted, that made Patton excited to go around and do meaningless things with the jolly tune, some of them making him feel very strong, helping h.be ready to face whatever awaited him.

However, there were certain songs that his soulmate would play, that really got to him, tugging on his heartstrings. 

These songs were slower, and more intentional, mostly. When his soulmate played them, he always tried to settle down and get ready to some hours of thoughtful sadness, or melancholy. They all just felt very personal.

That's why Patton really didn't mind when they played those songs. They actually we're some of his favorites. He couldn't help but feel close to his soulmate when they did, and he couldn't wait for the day they got to listen to them together.

For Patton, today was a good day.

He woke up pretty easily and well rested, his morning playlist (Him and his soulmate had ended up taking turns with the morning music, to keep it from sounded up gurgled up) consistened of the happier tunes he had, adding a pep in his step when he walked into school.

After that, his day continued to go like normal, going from classes to class and trying to pretend he was full paying attention, of only to keep his brother Logan from scolding him about daydreaming again.

When he was walking to free period, he heard music start playing, and recognized it as his soulmates. He smiled at it, and hummed along to the happy tune.

Only to hear fast footsteps behind him.

"Hey! I'm sorry, but is that "Waltz de Chocobo your humming? From Final fantasy?" The boy asked, who had run up to him from behind.

Patton tilted his head. "I'm actually not sure. My soulmate plays it a lot, so I don't really know what it is." He smiled again, "But I know it's really catchy!"

The other boys smile seemed to change slightly. "Soulmate, eh? Well, I know a friend of mine happens to really like that soundtrack, and I believe may even listen to it a lot."

Patrons felt his excitement go from 10-100 in a split second.

"Really? Does his listen to music like it a lot? Oh!! What's his favorite?? Oh, actually why-"

"-dont you ask him yourself?"

He stopped abruptly.

The boy looked at him. "I'm sure he'd like to meet you! I can you give his number, if you'd want?"

And the dial turned back to 100.

"Yes!! I'm Patton, by the way."

"Emile!"

The next day was a different kind of day the yesterday.

Yesterday, everything had worked out well for him to have a good day, he was happy and bubbly, and he loved to be.

But today he felt different.

And, annoyingly enough, it was a day where there was nothing to make him feel off!! He should feel happy, he was going to get to met his soulmate!

But no, instead he felt all sad, and, due to his brother and father's insistence, was gonna stay home from school. 

"You shouldn't push yourself, you know." Logan told him. "Some time alone may help you back to optimal performance"

"Yeah yeah,and I know your just happy because it means you get to make out with Roman with me interrupting."

Logan, In all his eloquence, responded with "Die", before finally leaving the house.

Not long after, Patton heard the morning music start. But, weirdly enough, it wasn't the more "punk" stuff they played in the morning.

No, it was the same song from yesterday that Emile had recognized. As it came to a close, Patton figured out that they were going to be playing this music all day.

He quickly took out his phone, and texted them, telling them to meet him after school.

After sending the text and getting confirmation, he quickly fell back asleep.

Which resulted in him completely oversleeping.

What he had planned to do was to wake up early enough to shower, find a cute outfit, and have some time to make himself look nice.

No, instead he only had 10 minutes to get himself together before he had to hurry himself out the door.

He barely had time to brush his teeth, try and tame his mop of hair, and get dressed in his only clean pants (the black one he hardly wore) and an overly large sweater, that made him look much smaller.  

By the time he got outside and on his way to met his soulmate (He was meeting his soulmate looking like this???), He realized it was starting to rain.

And he hadn't even thought to grab an umbrella.

So by the time he got to the coffee shop they agreed to meet in, he was soaking wet, exhausted, and honestly still kinda sad.

He sat his stuff done, and went in line to order himself something warm to drink. 

While doing so, he passed by some sort of reflective decoration, and got a good look at himself.

He was pale from the cold, and still wet. The area around his eyes were dark, and his large round glasses showed off just how exhausted he looked. His hair wasn't in any better condition, laying flat, In a way Patton knew it wouldn't stay for long, since it would dry and just pop back up poofier then before.

He had to stop himself from tearing up at that, not wanting to be too much to soon for his soulmate to deal with. He quickly got his drink, and went back to sit at his table to wait for them.

He considered turning on some music to help distract him from his thoughts ( why today of all days do I have to feel like this? Why do I have to look like that today of all days? Why couldn't have for once i-), but decided against it, not knowing what his soulmate would want.

He had only been sitting down, drinking his coco, long enough for his hair to dry partly, before he heard the music.

And he started crying instantly.

Because no, it couldn't have been just any music, no, it had to be the sad piano one that they hardly ever played. Patton couldn't figure out why, but hearing it just made him feel such longing, like he was chasing something he could never hope to catch.

Patton took one more look at himself through his reflection in his phone, before shaking his head, much more violently then intended.

no,.nonononomonono. I can't meant them like this, they can't see me like this. They can't, they can't

He grabbed his things, and practically tried to run out of the doors of the shop back into the streets, where the rain was starting to fall heavier.

But, before he could get back out to it and proceed to get himself completely soaked again, and probably end up being sick, he ran face first into the chest of some stranger.

Which did absolutely nothing to stop the water works.

Patton couldn't even bring himself to look up at the poor soul he had run into, before he felt himself be gently guided back to a table and sat down. He realized that during all of this, his soulmate turned off they're music, and that almost made him cry harder.

After a minute, he had finally calmed down enough to look at the person he had knocked into .

He was a scrawny man, looking at him with with scared,mix matched eyes. His hair was dyed a vibrant purple, which matched well with his patched hoodie.

Patton wiped his eyes. "I-im sorry, I'll just be going-"

"Are you Patton?" The other boy blurted out.

Patton just stared at him.

"Yes?"

Suddenly, the boy seemed like he could look anywhere, but at Patton. "Well, it's just that, y'know, my friendmentionedthattheymetsomeonetheythoughtwasmysoulmateandyoumatchthedescriotionprettywell"

That got Patton flustered, blushing and coughing into his tissue.

"W-well? Should we test it?" He asked.

The other boy took out his phone, headphones, and after a brief moment of pause of hesitation, pressed play."

Patton heard the soft begining of one of his favorite songs his soulmate would play.

And he looked up at the other boy, nodding slowly, before he started going quicker, before he stood and took the seat next to the boy, rather then across him.

"Your my soulmate!" He caught site of his reflection "I'm, uh, sorry you didn't get to meet me on one of my better days. But that doesn't matter right now! Who are you? What's your name? What's all the music you listen to from? Emile said something about fantasy, but I doubt that's where all of its from. What's your favorite song younplay? Ohhhh, you can show me the names!! And-"

"Hey, hey Pat. Slow down. I'm not going anywhere"

Patton blinked at him. "So?"

He shifted nervously. "Well, my name's Virgil, I guess by "music", you mean the game ost's, and yeah, a lot of it is from final fantasy 7, and probably anxious heart, which was the one I just played."

Patton felt himself grin. "That's one of my favorites!" 

Virgil felt a small matching grin grow into his face.  

They talked, and as the rain let up slightly, Patton offered to let Virgil come over for a while.

That's how Patton found himself curled up with his newly found soulmate, with Virgil showing the game he had heard so much of. He was making slow progress have Weber, since he kept getting distracted by the music.

Once Logan got home, he was a bit shocked to not only see him in his home unexpectedly, but also curled up with his brother.

"What are you doing here?" They said In sync.

Logan huffed, and adjusted his bag. "Well i live here, thank you very much. Now, may I properly know what you are doing here?"

Patton looked over at Logan. "He's my soulmate, Lolo! Do you know him?"

Logan glanced at him again. "I do, actually. He is my science partner. But I seem to remember that he discussed with me being quite infactuated with a someone he wouldnt disclose to me."

Virgil seemed to react to that very quickly. "That's not important right now! Logan, how about you go find some formulas to solve?" 

Logan rolled his eyes as he walked out of the room. "Just thinking about how much simpler it would have been if you had admitted to having a crush on my younger brother" he yelled on his way out.

Patton cooed at Virgil as he tries to his his face, curling into him more, turning up the volume, finally able to enjoy the music with his soulmate.

#sanders sides #patton sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #emile picani #moxiety #logince #soulmate au

[nad-zeta]

Hey! I saw your MBTI for Sengoku so I was wondering if you could also do one for ikemen Vampire?

Hi love, thanks so much for the request! So I only did it for a few of the vampy boys! Let me know if you want me to do it for the rest hehe I find I don’t know these cuties as well as the ikesen boys (˶◕‿◕˶✿)! Side note this is all my opinion so if you disagree with my evaluation of their personalities theeeeeeen idk (◕__◕✿) Also for those who dont know their personality type or who want to see where i got my info here is tha link https://www.16personalities.com/

Anyways thanx for the request and i hope you enjoy!

Ikevamp MBTI feat Vincent, Comte, Arthur, Isaac and Napoleon

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Vincent- Infp, the mediator

“Mediator personalities are true idealists, always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. While they may be perceived as calm, reserved, or even shy, Mediators have an inner flame and passion that can truly shine. Mediators’ friends and loved ones will come to admire and depend on them for their optimism. Their unshaken belief that all people are inherently good, perhaps simply misunderstood, lends itself to an incredibly resilient attitude in the face of hardship. Mediators combine their visionary nature with their open-mindedness to allow them to see things from unconventional perspectives. Being able to connect many far-flung dots into a single theme, it’s no wonder that many Mediators are celebrated, poets, painters and authors.”

I think this cute ray of sunshine is 100% INFP. This cinnamon roll is always looking on the bright side of things, he is the angel to Theo’s devil, and he brings joy and light to the lives of all those living in the mansion. Of course, Vincent believe people are inherently good, I mean he is friends with Shakespear for crying out loud, and he is able to look past Shakespears mischief causing ways and is able to see the best in him, if that ain’t Cinnabon behaviour I don’t know what is ✿◕ ‿ ◕✿

So, here are his ideal compatible matches:

Enfj, Entj and Entp

Leonardo-  ISTP Virtuoso

"Virtuosos love to explore with their hands and their eyes, touching and examining the world around them with cool rationalism and spirited curiosity. People with this personality type are natural Makers, moving from project to project, building the useful and the superfluous for the fun of it, and learning from their environment as they go. Virtuosos enjoy lending a hand and sharing their experience, especially with the people they care about, Friendly but very private, calm but suddenly spontaneous, extremely curious but unable to stay focused on formal studies, Virtuoso personalities can be a challenge to predict, even by their friends and loved ones. Cheerful and good-natured, people with the Virtuoso personality type (especially Assertive ones) rarely get stressed out, preferring to go with the flow."

I legit think Leo is a Virtuoso, he is forever fixing thing for all the people in town and in the mansion. He loves helping people, leading a friendly hand to all who is in need of help. He is also incredibly private about his personal life as seen in his route where it took MC basically the whole route just to get to know this cute Italian boy. I.e. he only allowed her to ask him one question a day, which half the time he wouldn’t even freaken answer properly. This boy is definitely super chilled and go with the flow, taking naps on the library floor or spontaneously picking you up to take you on fun new adventures. To me, this Jack of all trades screams virtuoso (◕▿◕✿)

So, here are his ideal compatible matches:

ESTJ, ESFJ and ISTJ.

Comte- ENFJ Protagonist

"Protagonists are natural-born leaders, full of passion and charisma. They are oftentimes our politicians, our coaches and our teachers, reaching out and inspiring others to achieve and to do good in the world. With a natural confidence that begets influence, Protagonists take a great deal of pride and joy in guiding others to work together to improve themselves and their community. People are drawn to strong personalities, and Protagonists radiate authenticity, concern and altruism, unafraid to stand up and speak when they feel something needs to be said. They find it natural and easy to communicate with others, especially in person Protagonists are genuine, caring people who talk the talk and walk the walk, and nothing makes them happier than leading the charge, uniting and motivating their team with infectious enthusiasm. Charm and popularity are qualities Protagonists have in spades. They instinctively know how to capture an audience, and pick up on mood and motivation in ways that allow them to communicate with reason, emotion, passion, restraint – whatever the situation calls for. Talented imitators, Protagonists are able to shift their tone and manner to reflect the needs of the audience, while still maintaining their own voice."

So this boy I struggled with but eventually settled on Protagonist. This boy definitely is a charmer, I mean just look at his face. I definitely see him as the dad of the mansion, helping and guiding all his lil vampire children. Comte definitely has charm for daaays, which was hinted in the prologue where the fist convo mc had with this beautiful man was basically her falling victim to his gentlemanly charm. He genuinely cares for all the residents of him mansion and would bend over backwards to make sure they are all happy! (◕‿◕✿)

So, here are his ideal compatible matches:

INFP, ISFP and ENTJ

Isaac- INTJ Architect

"With a natural thirst for knowledge that shows itself early in life, other kids at school often call Architects “bookworms.” While their peers may intend to insult them, those with this personality type likely identify with the label. Throughout their lives, they’re proud of how much they know, and Architects enjoy sharing the knowledge they gain. They’re confident in the mastery of their chosen subjects. They are serious and prefer to design and carry out effective plans rather than waste their time with foolish distractions like gossip. Architects are confident in the subjects they take the time to understand, but, unfortunately, they are reluctant to bother with topics that involve social skills. White lies and small talk, even when useful, are hard for a personality type that needs truth and depth. Architects may even see many social practices as downright stupid. Ironically, it is often best for Architects to remain where they’re comfortable – out of the spotlight. They have natural confidence there. If they stay within their element and do what they do best, they are likely to draw people to them, professionally, socially, and even romantically. They are fine on their own, and reaching out is often optional."

Cute shy, hedgehog boy is definitely an architect in my eyes. He is in the library 24/7 learning new things and reading new books. He has definitely achieved mastery in his particular field of study, I mean this clever boy has discovered the theory of gravity for crying out loud. It’s clear he likes sharing his knowledge with others as he helps our best boi Napoleon with teaching the cute lil street kids and in the first few chapters of his route *spoiler alert* he teaches some snotnose students about the book he freaken wrote. Hehe I also think apple boy relates to the part about social interactions as he is just a cute precious shy boy that doesn’t have the best communication skills (˶◕‿◕˶✿)

So, here are his ideal compatible matches:

ENFP, ENTP and INTP

Arthur- ENTP Debater

"No one loves the process of mental sparring more than the Debater personality type, as it gives them a chance to exercise their effortlessly quick wit, broad accumulated knowledge base, and capacity for connecting disparate ideas to prove their points. Debaters are the ultimate devil’s advocate, thriving on the process of shredding arguments and beliefs and letting the ribbons drift in the wind for all to see People with the Debater personality type have a way with words and wit that others find intriguing. Their confidence, quick thought and ability to connect disparate ideas in novel ways create a style of communication that is charming, even entertaining, and informative at the same time."

This boy has the banter, I just had to make him a Debater as he, in my opinion, has wit for days. He is definitely a cleaver cookie that will trash anyone who dares challenge him to any game. TBH I think he could definitely give Mitsuhide a run for his money on the witty remarks front. I really do find his style of communicating charming, entertaining and informative. So I would definitely vote sherlock boy as devil’s advocate (◕ω◕✿)

So, here are his ideal compatible matches:

INFJ, INTJ and ENFP

❤🌼Hope ya enjoyed and I hope you have a good day! 🌻

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[notcatherinemorland]

ok more doc whom thoughts. yes i should be asleep. no i am not <3

ok i have been mulling this over and i think what’s been nagging me is that clara (and amy until s7) has no Wants. she has no goals. she doesn’t have a self-driven desire for anything... and you know what i’d argue this doesn’t even extend to wanting to be in the doctor’s presence. i think its why she’s been coming across to me as hollow, because she wants for nothing! her temperament is so benign! she is, frankly, beige.

Martha was a jr doctor (god bless), she had a level of desire and determination baked into her character just for that. And she wanted to be seen, to be recognised by the doctor. i didn’t even mind the crush line, because it wasn’t a romance plot, it was the doctor being unable to heal from Rose to recognise that he was carting about a whole new companion. it wasn’t pure sexuality, there was attention and all sorts of things thrown into that dynamic that made it interesting. Martha was amazing and i love her very much.

Rose and Donna... they want adventure i think. they want something more than earth had to offer them. Donna i think had escapism thrown in. Rose had something to loose back on earth. they wanted New, they wanted Exciting, they wanted adrenaline and education and More Experiences. donna wanted to make her grandfather proud. rose loved her family so much.

Rose did ultimately end up wanting the doctor and u know what? it was substantiated. it was sweet. i liked it because they actually had good experiences together and they were positive influences on each other.

donna’s end makes me cry dont talk to me. angy. i start war. it’s nearly 3am so i will come back 2 her.

amy uh.... well apart from the amount of sexual desire she shoved in the dr’s general direction, she kinda wanted to be around him but More Hightened than the other 3. I’d make the argument that what she wanted was validation of her childhood memories. amy & 11 didnt really uh. spend a lot of time around each other like rose and 9/10 or martha and 10 did. they didn’t... chat. i know we were utterly spoiled by the tenent/tate dynamic banter but i don’t rlly recall amy&11 getting anything low-stakes enough to chat. there was too much SHITE! in the way. THAT’S WHY i liked god complex so much it just!!! GAVE me something about the way amy’s whole character functioned. and then it changed her and i. CONTENT. DOUBLE CONTENT. about WHY amy thinks and acts the way she does. it is LATENT in rose. martha outright articulates herself. donna grows from someone who thinks there’s nothing in her into a character with dreams and motivations who understands herself. (and then it all got taken away from her and i cried) but amy... it took a while but she got Things in the end. S7 amy i LIKED! because of her life outside the dr. she and rory had grown! and lived their life a bit more. they had Things! they had hot girl shit to do. rory had a fucking backbone would u even believe. 

and fucking frankly, the ONLY thing clara has done that wasn’t staring at the dr is hold a tea mug and offer up a book. NO wait i contradict myself. i really liked her friendship with Merry in that weird cult choir ep, that was Nice. but clara doesn’t have that same..... drive for experience or recognition or autonomy/their own lives like any of the others. she just seems to stare at the dr. and i am BEGGING for literally anything at this point. just give me a reason just a little bits enough just to something we’re not broken just bent and we can learn to write female characters

for the record i also have ^ the same crit for river song but at least she’s a self-identified psychopath that’s established in the narrative to have been trained not to have wants or desires apart from murdering 11 so like. I Guess. i dont like it but at least its substantiated in a sense.

i know the way i want my visual media to be is very strongly influenced by a particular western canon of storytelling that i am now learning is very orientated around modernism and post-modernism because i like grand narrative hot girl meta shit and also character psychology. but also a) i love jane austen so much i want all characters to have distinct motivations for Acting and i enjoy watching them interact when they overlap. b) in a show like dr whom where the character arc ARE the stories. none of this plot shit, give me EMOTIONS. give me HUMANITY. give me GROWTH AND ARCS. not to get gothic lit but if your fantasy isn’t an articulation/allegory of a human experience/facet/thing, then i am simply not fucking interested. 

and clara isn’t articulating anything herself, the story isnt FROM her, she’s part of this big overarching plot that isn’t about her in specific, it’s externally driven. it’s a pound shop donna. yes, donna had the same thing where her fate wasn’t her ‘fault’ in a sense - ie how martha left the tardis on her own terms - donna had something tragic happen that wasn’t derived from who she was. it HURT because of who she was. and frankly im not feeling any same optimism of pain for clara yet. 

#dr who wank for ts #3AM lets go lesbians its dr whom musing time #on of these days i will write an entire essay on the companions and it will be terrible. i will have the time of my very life.

[somnilogical]

no shelter

some of you may have had occasion to run into transfems preforming cryptographically secure tests for cissexism and to wonder therefore how they got that way, and here, in partial explanation perhaps, is a story of the one transfem, somnulence logencia:

(mostly cut and pasted from messages to my friends)

i called this homeless shelter and asked if they had any rooms and they said they did and to come on in and then when they saw my id they were like "how about you go to the mens side" and i was like "how about i dont want to be raped" and they were like okay and told me to sleep in a foldable cot in the entrance room. with a harsh white light on all night, i stretched it to two nights and then they kicked me out and said they had no room.

a thing about being oppressed is theres so much opportunity for snark because things are obviously fucked.

they were like "no one can come in to your room you are safe here" "so no one can come in to the main area with my cot?" "er, no, people have to pass through there to use the restroom" "i seeee"

anyway they told me they couldnt house me because suddenly they were full. i looked at a checklist for rooms that they had ppl sign and some but not all of the room numbers were highlighted. and at the end of everyone signing their names none of the nonhighlighted regions were signed except for where i signed my name next to 'cot'. a day after they told me to leave because they were full i asked my friend to call them and check if they were full, and they gave them the same answer they gave me, that there were a few openings in the upper bunks.

i talked twice in private with the most empathetic looking humans i could find that i thought the other people were turning me out asap (instead of after 45 days which was their printed policy) because of discrimination. and they both said that it was because they were full.

this isnt a shelter that really does one-day stays.

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during my ""intake"":

"this is a christian organization so we have to ask you some religious questions. ~so how do you feel about christian stuff?"

"well christians tried to forcibly convert my grandmother-"

"sounds bad, not something jesus would do"

"..."

"well this is a christian organization so if you are staying here we do require you to go to chapel so i dont want to hear anything about "forcible conversion""

because you, the homeless person, choose to sleep there and consume their resources you see!

i dislike arguments of the form "oh but how could be horrible when we give people cookies and fluffy pillows? does that seem horrible to you? i think you are miscomprehending this entire situation somni."

they forced us all to go to christian religious services 2x a day weekdays, 1x a day sundays. and if you missed them 3x they kicked you out. and when an old lady fell asleep during services they poked her and when i said "let her sleep huh? :)" they were like "nuh uh" and poked her some more until she woke up. clockwork orange kinda stuff.

they had a rule about only wardens being able to let people in from outside which i defied to let someone in who everyone knew was staying there, but the warden was on lunch break. she thanked me. i told her these rules were unjust, she would complain to the wardens that everyone would violate rules about eating food in their rooms.

<<May a church or church-run business/non-profit discriminate against me?

Under California law, there is no religious “exception” for discrimination in housing or public accommodations. This means that a religious-based hospital cannot deny you care just because you are transgender, nor can a religious-based homeless shelter refuse to house you as the gender you identify as.  HOWEVER, certain religious organizations and religious educational institutions are not subject to California (or federal) non-discrimination laws.>>

https://transgenderlawcenter.org/resources/know-your-rights/faq-the-gender-nondiscrimination-act

they lied because they expected that i would sue them into oblivion if they told the truth.

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i want ppl to see the structure of this sort of thing. like the details. its not true that everyone does this all the time. it is actually hard to tell when this is happening.

at this point i am very paranoid about this and i still believed they didnt have rooms with ~10-30% of my heart, enough uncertainty for the test to feel like it could go either way before i performed it. because of the way their body moved and i talked with multiple people in private and they didnt stumble over their words or hesitate.

like i practiced noticing the difference between [peoples words and social affect] and [what they were optimizing for] on homeless people who were less intelligent than me. where they would be like "i am not sexually attracted to you, that would be like being attracted to my child you are like a baby to me" while also feeling up my thigh and back. hear the smooth words and see their disconnect from actions if you took them as veritical.

and after specifically training for discerning this i was still uncertain.

im now even more paranoid about this sort of thing (in an alternate universe where the test failed and the person on the other end of the phone said that there were no open beds this would be evidence against gaslighting and i would update to a human whose coarse features look less paranoid from, i guess, the point of view of someone with less accurate beliefs whose perspective im internalizing in my description because i still apparently have outside-view security holes).

you know i got along fine with the other women in the shelter. lots of them were half-crazy black women and thats relatable. like one of the people was making >100,000$/year before she had a psychotic break and issues with schizo for 10 years. at least thats what she said and i actually belive her.

a cis woman there was threatening to fill a bag with rocks and bash someones heads in as a means of conflict resolution.

only issue was with wardens who saw my id & decided to break the laws of this state to follow the laws of their religion. remember when emma was there with me and i said she was a transsexual too and they were like "its not illegal" yet they acted like it was because they wouldnt house me and lied about why. throughout all of this, except for once, they called me "she" and "her" and yet acted like i was a ~violent male~.

spent the first 20 minutes of "intake" "processing questions" crying because they were being transphobic and processing it by making wry replies to their questions wasnt enough to parse through this. i was crying when they took my photo and entered me into their database as part of "processing me".

the missionaries took great interest in my native american ID.

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i initially walked up to the building on the mens side and people prevented me from coming in and escorted me to the womens. because sex segregation. and then i go to the womens side and they see my id and suggest that i go to the mens!!!

its important to see beyond the surface level emotional performances, to be able to conduct tests that discriminate between different possible optimization targets.

#irl

[revol-lover]

nope i do need to vent

the thing is like i guess i’m just upset and got triggered by something today because like i can accept i guess what happened to me. well i guess i dont know if accept is the right word but it happened. i cant go back and change a single thing. i know that.

but whenever i’m reminded that what happened wasn’t ok and wasn’t normal and was literally so rare and so abnormal it just makes me so fucking sad because i wind up in the mindset of what if it didn’t happen. what if things went right. the way they were supposed to. who would i be right now? 

i get reminded of who i was before the trauma. i was in such a GOOD place. i was SO happy. i was FREE from a toxic environment that i had patiently waited for YEARS to get out of. it was finally happening. everything was falling into place and i was so happy with my life. and i was so freaking happy to be having my baby, finally. and a daughter too, which was surprising to me because my whole life i was convinced i’d have a son and that like, me getting a daughter would never happen (i wouldve been happy regardless i guess i just never genuinely imagined having a girl so it was a huge happy shock)

and then it all happened and everything came crashing down. starting with not being able to go into labor on my own. being 2 weeks late. being induced. labor forever (over 24hr). push for almost 3 hours. baby not doing well. low apgars. birth injury. immediate nicu transfer. not able to see her except for a quick minute before they sent her to another hospital and even then it was a glimpse, didnt get to hold her. going to bed that night in complete emptiness. complete fucking emptiness. why. why did it have to happen that way? being left alone the next morning so kevin could be with her (this was hard but i wanted one of us to be by her side.) having to suck it up and try my hardest to LOOK “ok” so that i could be discharged early and be able to go with her. have to suck up my pride and call my parents to drive me to the other hospital. mom comes. i get a call from kevin that babies having seizures. i cry. obviously. midwife (she was determined negligent so a lot of all of this is her fucking fault) told me that it was “normal” and “Happens sometimes” “but you pushed her out though!” i wanted to fucking slap her. it wasnt normal. and who cares if i pushed her out? if a c section would’ve prevented this i wouldve gladly done so for my child’s wellbeing the fuck. 

midwife approves d/c. leaves room. i cry. because wtf is my life. wtf is going on with my baby. everything is a disaster. my mom slams her fist on the food tray and tells me “stop crying!!! youll get that post partum shit!!”

...

because that’s how it works

...

i could go on and on about how the day and day after my baby was born were the worst days of my life not the best. the worst. because i literally almost lost her. she could’ve died that night. she had to be in cooling therapy for 3 days so we couldn’t hold her until she was 4 days old. by that point we already got the talk about the future. about how they didnt know if she’d ever walk or talk or if she’d have behavioral or learning problems etc because of her brain injury .it was a fucking lot.  not to mention at the same time i was so sick physically myself (couldnt keep food down. was trying to pump breast milk for her, but would vomit after every time. it was horrible and i stopped before we took her home) i definitely shouldnt have been d/c 12 hours after birth but i had to because i wasn’t going to be away from her for longer .but it just all was so terrifying and we had a hard time bonding initially because of all of this and it was truly such a horrible time. and then the denial from our family. telling us doctors could be wrong and “she looks fine”. people dont realize how hurtful and not help that is. you can be in denial all you want because it is not YOUR child. and no you cant “see” a brain injury.

 and when there’s no reason to think of all this i can go a long time without thinking of it but then it happens

the triggers.

the pampers commercial. the perfect birth story. a photo of a newborn on their mother’s chest.

and all those emotions just come flooding back and it sucks. i grieve for what life could’ve been if this hadnt happened. i grieve the fact that my daughter didnt get to be held for those first 4 days. that her little body had to go through what it did. that she had to lay on a cold pad (it helps slow down the bodies response to injury, which can prevent further damage) for 3 days after being warm and safe inside me for her whole existence.i grieve because although my daughter is doing well, it still should not have happened. shes not out of the woods. kids w her diagnosis have seizures return during developmental points of childhood.i have no idea what school will be like for her -- and the thing is like its ok. i am capable of handling that when/if we get there but.  it just sucks and none of it should’ve ever happened and i cant change anything. i know that. but sometimes i cant help but wonder what wouldve happened if things had gone right. would i have bonded better? would i not have had such a hard time adjusting to new mother hood? would i have had another child by now? would i have continued on that journey of feeling so happy and content with my life that i was on before all of this instead of just feeling kind of empty and jaded a literal 1/2 of the time? not with motherhood, necessarily, because after the first year i started to find myself as a mother more and thanks to the encouragement i got from her early intervention nurse, i really feel certain that i did well that first year especially. like we both (kevin and i) did our best for her and are partially responsible for her good outcome. but  i mean with life. i feel so jaded half the time. because life is unfair. and i knew that but man. no. life can be REALLY fucking unfair and idk where i’m even going with this anymore. sometimes i can find the way to having a mindset again of, we aren’t in control and all that, i get it but, idk. certain things still shouldnt’ happen and sometimes i really wish i could go back to who i ws before all this, when i had a genuine sense of optimism, because i thought, i had been through some of the hardest days already, and that was naive of me to think, but i just could have never predicted what was coming. and i’m still grieving that.

[caprichans]

stray kids as your daycare teachers

note: was feeling absolutely soft last night just thinking about this so consider this done with justice 🥺🤙 

for the softs, listen to angel - chancellor, taeyeon! 

— 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

okay firstly, imagine the grins and the laughs he'd flash and sound to all the children once they come to school

 your first day of school teacher who would hug you the instant you were crying because you didn't want to be left by your parents, or greeting you with a bright smile whenever you'd enter the daycare with optimism

the type to sit cross-legged and sing the rubber ducky song to the children :--(( and have the children sing along with him :--(( hend selp thats the softest shit ever

i feel like he'd know how to handle the kids well, being patient with them and he'd be able to help the kids with learning shapes and making new friend

the storyteller 🥺 usually ends with morals so that the kids would learn

animated expressions and lots of shy grinning after storytelling bcs of the times where the kids giving him no reaction

overall a gentle father figure who'd make sure that the kids are taken care of and brought back home safely at the end of the day

BONUS: him actually being a father and bringing his own child home from daycare with the most pleasant of smiles over ice cream on the way home

the rest of the members under the cut!

— 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐧

pov: youre the single mother who brings their child to daycare and you see this man with a bunch of kids surrounding him, cheering his name, all the while he his eyes down with a grin and his hands wrapped around the children. you feeling in love yet? 

100% cuddle bot like all the kids would be telling him that he’s like a pillow and that he’s all warm and fluffy 

handles all the situations calmly, and makes sure that all the kids are well-behaved are not loitering around the place 

he would sing them to sleep with his god-like vocals within seconds. the kids are feeling fuzzy during nap time? woojin the superdad would come to the rescue and serenade the kids with a soft lullaby to put them to sleep. and probably even me, so does that make me a baby--

very good at animal impressions like omg imagine him chasing the kids around while pretending to be a bear or a tiger and all the kids are jus squealing and laughing at him good bye i love kim woojin everyone

— 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨

alright fellas minho may be a sarcastic diva but have u seen the way he takes care of his 3 precious cats??? pure devastation 

im talking about his gentle, soothing voice wrapping all the kids in blankies and caressing their hair to help them sleep when they’re feeling sleepy 

he’s not much of a storyteller, and neither is he an actor, but for the kids, he’ll make exceptions 

ok but hello imagine a cute lil girl waddling up to him and giving him a flower she picked up from the ground. “i picked this flower up from the ground and i wanted to give it to teacher lee because he wooks pweety!” and minho just bursting the softest smiles while telling her thank you 

does he wear it for the rest of the day? yes. does his friends comment about it when he hangs out with them after work? yes. does he take it off? no. 

oh my god guys i cried while doing minhos shit maybe im falling in love idk i should just go ot9. minho as a daycare teacher. period. PERIOD. 

— 𝐬𝐞𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧

def one of the most hyper and giddy daycare teachers anyone has ever seen

we been knew changbins a literal babie by heart and soul, so while the kids would be afraid of him at first look bc of his resting bitch face, the moment he introduces himself to the kids his expression totally changes 

“HELLO KIDS I’M TEACHER BINNIE!” 

TEACHER BINNIE CAN YOU HEAR MY HEART BREAKING IN HALF 

would be an exceptionally whiny teacher too, probs would use whining as a discipline method so that the kid would be more aware of how they sound like when theyre whining

a weird method, i know, but if that goes too far, he wouldn’t hesitate to comfort the kid if he starts crying in guilt, and would tell them not to throw such tantrums like that next time 

wait shut up him doing his cringey aegyo to the kids to make them feel happy after they scrape their knee on the ground or when he himself scolds them for doing something wrong damn i love u binnie :--((

— 𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧

i cant even begin to express how this man absolutely adores kids?? like he even said that he would give the kids a piggyback ride after church and that it was one of his fondest memories??? 

hold my beer and let me just cry at how much of a good daycare teacher and a father hwang fonking hyunjin would be hhHhH okok 

would even lift the children up and twirl them around like those movie scenes just so that they can make them laugh 

well he’d be the type to see the children absolutely filled with happiness and laughter so he’d do anything in his willpower to make sure that happens!!!!!

would bring some trinkets and candies to give to them for behaving well today and would say things like “what’s the magic word?” and the kids would chorus with “pwease!” and hyun would just do that lil eye smile of his while saying “very gooood!” while giving them their reward omg hyunjin can u be my daycare teacher 

let me end on a very hyunjin note: him clapping with his hands spread while he sings to them some cute nursery songs that would make the kdis sing along bye im still in love w hwang hyunjin guys its been four days

— 𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

another charming daycare teacher with amazing vocals that can woo the kids into stopping what theyre doing or lulling them to sleep stan han jisung

That Daycare Teacher with the sunshine smiles and the honey-like voice that you’d see watching them from the playground i assure you ma’am you’re in good hands here 

maybe you’d even ask him for his number i dont know-- 

would be playing the guitar for the kids and telling them all about his bizarre and adventrous day!

all the kids would point at him and tell him that he looks like a squirrel, and when he tells them that “nooo i’m a quokka!” they’d go “wooka!!” and oof watch jisung burst into uwus i swear he’s very giddy around kids sigh im devastated yet again

— 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱

the kids would fall for felix at first glance excuse you they’d be all over him and screaming his name “its teacher bokkie yay!” and he’d laugh and greet the kids with that smile up there 

they’d play with his adorable frekkies (freckles)! theyd ask him why he’d cover his freckles and when he’d say that he’s “shy to show it to the people”, the kids would deny it and say that its a beautiful natural feature on him 

and wow imagine felix gaining more confidence from what they said and on some occasions he’d keep his face bare so that his freckles would be shown huhu lee felix u cutie 

is a clumsy and stuttery mess as a daycare teacher, fussing about the rowdy kids and carrying their toys while telling them to settle down 

overall felix would jus be so frantic and messy as a daycare teacher and man the way he’d exhale tiredly during lunch and all the other teachers would note how tired he is. still a cutie. 

— 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧

just saying this myday fanatic would probably have day6 songs piano vers. on full play for the kids to sleep to

but otherwise i dont really see seungmin as a type to be a daycare teacher, bc i can only imagine him as that big brother you’d see waiting by the shed when he’s ready to pick his little sib up 

but if he were to be a daycare teacher, damn he’d be the most gentle one ever, low, comforting voices and little teasing remarks whenever the kid’s in a mischievous mood

tbh the type to just fondly watch over the kids during naptime. like he’s on his desk, scrolling through his phone, and he’d just glance up and smile at all the sleeping children. 

would probably take a few pics and post it on his insta or his story to rant about how his kids are just so adorable when he sleeps 

probs texts his wife “hey when are we having a child” but thats for another time 

— 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧

the happiest babie daycare teacher to ever step foot within the daycare center

imagine the kids being used to teacher innie’s braces, so when jeongin enters one day telling the kids that he doesnt have braces, he’s all grinning and happier and all the kids are either at awe or whining at how cute he looked without braces on

would def be the type to act as a superhero and “save the kids from the perils of the villain” aka teacher binnie!!!

“oh no! binnie the t-rex is coming after us! let’s run!” and he and the kids are running and squealing while changbin rawrs and chases after them o dang i felt soft just doing this 

the kids would ask him to do aegyo and he’d deny it at first, but since it’s due to the kid’s popular demand, he does it and all the kids clap in joy for his cute charms uwu 

request some imagines! i hope you enjoyed 💖💖

#stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids #skz #bang chan #kim woojin #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #muki writes #soft hours: OPEN #man its been a while since ive done imagines #hope i did this justice uwu ! #please request some imagines it would be v helpful