#pls do not perceive me idk what happened here

[wosoamazing]

Diabetes

Summary: You join arsenal and move in with Beth and Viv, you're nervous how everything will go, but ultimately it was perfect

Warnings: Diabetes, Hypoglycaemia, Glucagon shot, let me know if anything else.

A/N: Just a bit of a cute fluffy fic, I tried to get everything right medically but IDK if it is perfect. I hope you like it. If I did get something wrong let me know. Also as always happy to do part 2s if requested but pls add some detail on what you want to see.

You were originally going to move in with Leah however the Medical Team said it would be best for you to live with two people, so you moved in with Beth and Viv, you were very nervous as to how they would perceive you, and whether they would be accommodating of your diabetes or not. You knew the medical team had discussions with them and that the club had forced them to do the emergency training for really bad lows and highs, what you didn't know was that they asked the club if they could find them some more training courses, they had done just about everyone single one, from how to use a Dexcom and an Omnipod as these were the devices you used, to how to live everyday life with diabetes. 

So when you turned up to their house you were very surprised to see some snacks sitting out on the bench, each with a piece of paper next to them, with the amount of carbs in them. They had really gone out of their way to help you settle in and make your life easier.

“Um, we have something to show you.” Beth said, kind of hesitant, you followed them over to a cupboard, “Um, it might be a little silly but this is for you,” she said as she opened the cupboard. It was empty other than some shelves, and draws, some organisation baskets, a mini fridge and a basket full of lollies. “There are some juices in there, we didn’t know what flavour you liked so we bought a pack of each, if you don’t like a flavour that's okay, we also got you these, they are all 15g of Carbs each, um but we can buy anything else you want or prefer, and um we thought you could put all of your supplies in here so they are organised and there is even a label maker so we can label the draws and stuff if you want oh and this is for you I suppose.” She said as she picked up a phone, it was a brand new iPhone 15 “it's more for the club, they were originally going to by you a android but we told them you wouldn't use it so yeah, the idea is we connect it to you sensors as like an additional deceive, so that everyone has access to your levels, so like at night we will keep it beside our bed so if anything happens we are alerted and during games the medical staff will have it and during training I think Kelly is mainly going to have it.” you nodded knowing you couldn't speak, the kindness of both women, and seeing how much they more cared and were going to 100% help you caused you to become emotional you felt a single tear roll down your face, causing the pair to pack lightly “You could have a cupboard somewhere else if you wanted or we could show you, your bedroom, it's pretty bare but we had plans to take you shopping so you could decorate it and make it your own,” another tear roll down your face, “are you okay, did I say something wrong? Did I do something wrong?” you shook your head “th-thank you” Beth pulled you in for a hug “it's nothing really” but it was something it was everything, it was perfect. You spent your day moving in. 

You set up the cupboard first, you drew a plan of where everything was going to go, detailing it before everything started to get put into the cupboard. Your plan worked very well and the cupboard was very organised and practical. Viv thought it was quite cute, she was going to like this side of you very much. Once you had set up the cupboard you got to go shopping, first you went to the homemaker centre, buying some bedspreads, pillows, and decorations from multiple different shops, to make more room in the car you had to do a pit stop at home, chucking it sll through the front door, before heading back out for lunch, it was the first time Beth and Viv had experienced eating out with Diabetes, well even just eating and diabetes. You were very well practised at it, and helped Beth and Viv learn, showing them how you did everything, you taught them how to estimate carbs, but that differently needed practise on their end, you also showed how you can either your phone or your pod controller to set up the insulin delivery and you even pricked their fingers to test their levels for fun, you liked how they weren’t over cautious about it and how they weren’t treating you differently, and also the fact that they didn’t see it as annoying, really you just liked everything about them. You then went to IKEA to get a desk, a chest of drawers and some other items for your bedroom. Once you got home you set up your room, you were putting your clothes away when you were interrupted by Beth and Viv calling you down for dinner.

“Stuffed capsicums!” You yelled as you walked into the kitchen.

“Inside voice,” “Vivvy, it’s cute, your parents told us they were one of your favourites and we thought after the lunch we had today they would be a good choice, how many do you want?”

“Two please, thank you,” “you’re welcome, if you want we can sit on the couch and watch a movie.” you nodded your head before making your way over to the couch.

-

“Come in,” Viv said after you knocked on the door, her face dropped when you opened the door and she saw your red puffy eyes, and tear stained cheeks. You had been crying because you were so relieved and happy, and you wanted to thank them again.

“Kleintje, is everything okay?” Viv asked, causing Beth to pop her head out of the bathroom mid teeth brushing, the sight of you caused her to quickly move back to the bathroom rinsing out her mouth before pulling you in for a hug.

“T-thank you, for everything, it was perfect, you didn’t have to do any of it”

“Of course Kleintje,” Viv walked over to the two of you joining in the hug.

“We want you to feel welcomed and comfortable, it is now your house too. But please if you need us for anything at all you can come wake us up, our door is always open.” 

“Figuratively, not literally” you giggled slightly at Viv’s comment.

“Let's all go to sleep. Hey. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow” Beth said.

_____

Your second day was a training day, you Beth and Viv arrived early, as you had a few meetings, the first one was with Jonas and Kelly, about everything but also your diabetes, then the medics and some other people, Beth and Viv came with you to all of them. As you sat in the tactical session, you sipped on your apple juice popper as you listened intently, trying to ignore Beth and Steph’s talking, you were one to think tactics were a major part of the game, something else Viv would come to like. You then had a short gym session and then it was lunch, everyone was wondering what it was going to be, you already knew but decided not to tell them, you had been given the menu for the week, to select some things that you would want, so that they could make up a plate for you, ensuring they could tell you the exact amount of carbs. You walked in to find your plate sitting on the bench next to all the other food, it was a chicken burger, on wholemeal bread rather than a burger bun, you also had some snacks. There was a piece of paper next to it that had your name on it and the amount of carbs in each item, including each item of the burger. You picked up your plate and walked over to Beth, who pointed to the table she usually sat at, so you sat down there, waiting for her and others to join you, Kelly soon walked in with your kit, which you accidentally forgot at the meeting, you took it from her gratefully and she told you what would be happening in training so you had some idea of how much you needed to adjust your insulin. You picked up your phone and checked to see what it said your sugars were at, your phone said your sugars were at 90 which was perfect considering your target range was between 80-100, you were unzipping your kit when some of the team came to sit down, Beth sat next to you, Steph, Katie, and Caitlin also sat down. You pulled out your lancing device and pricked your finger, using your metre to confirm your reading before putting the units you needed for the burger into your pod controller.

“Do you mind us asking?” Katie questioned what you were doing.

“Um, I have diabetes, I was diagnosed when I was two, but it means that I have to manually control my blood sugars. My body doesn't do it at all, so I have to calculate the insulin I need for when I eat," "Right,” she nodded her head.

____

You had a few hiccups with your diabetes since living with Beth and Viv, but nothing major, however that was going to change. It was the 60th minute and you felt your body start shaking, the medics hadn’t called a paused or called you over and even thought you felt funny at half time your levels were normal, if anything slightly high, but you knew you were low, not only was your body shaking, but your brain hurt and felt foggy, you were also struggling to not fall over. You knew you needed to get off the pitch soon, before you passed out. A corner gave you the perfect opportunity to tell Beth you were low, you walked up to her, she looked at you confused and concerned.

“L-Low” you managed to say to Beth before you collapsed forward on her, she lowered you to the ground and the ref immediately blew the whistle, the medical team was on the pitch immediately, players from both teams were starting to form a huddle around you, trying to protect you from the media.

-

They were checking your sugars, as Beth got a Glucagon shot ready, she was ready to go when she got the nod of approval from the medics. Beth injected the shot into you and you were immediately rolled onto your side by the medics, waking up just moments later, in a panicked state, sitting up. 

“It’s okay, you passed out from being low, we had to give you a Glucagon, but it’s okay, you’re going to be okay.” Beth said as she rubbed your back.

“S-sta-stay?” you managed to get out eyes wide open with fear.

“Go with her, I’ll tell Jonas,” Beth nodded.

Viv met you and Beth in the medical room, she sat on a chair while Beth sat on the bed with you, you were given some gummy bears as well as an apple juice popper, to try and elevate your levels, you were still shaky and sweaty but your vision was completely clear and the medics and paramedics cleared you, which meant you didn't have to go to the hospital, but Beth and Viv had very strict instructions to take you to the hospital if certain things happened, such as seizures, loss of consciousness and others. 

“Do you want to go home now Kleintje?” you nodded as you ate a gummy bear.

_____

You were very nervous for your first camp, for how the staff would handle your diabetes but more so the team. The last game you played for Arsenal was the one you passed out during. You visited your endo after that incident and he had recommended putting tape over your sensor and pod when you played. The sensor had slightly pulled out during your arsenal game and so it wasn't actually reading your blood sugar.

It was your first training session and Beth had helped you, with the supervision of the medical team, put tape around your arms covering your sensor and pod, it was so you could get used to the feeling of it before your first game. You weren't required to have tape over your sensor and pod during training as you had frequent breaks which you could be checked during.

-

As you warmed up with Lauren Esme and Niamh, Ella and Alessia walked over to you.

“Why do you have tape on your arms?”  Ella asked. “Ella you can't just ask that” Mary said as she walked over with Beth, who had overhead the question, so she stood behind you placing her hands on your shoulders. “You don't have to tell them.” Beth whispered in your ear, you did want to tell them but you weren't sure you wanted to tell them right now.

“Oh um,” you were saved by Sarina calling the team over. While Sarina talked one of the medics came over to you, she handed you the phone and you saw your reading, being nodding and sticking your hand out to her, hoping that somehow in the non contact warm up the sensor had moved and that reading wasn't true, as if it was you most likely weren't going to get to do training this morning. You were handed a small container filled with 6 sour worms which told you the reading was true, you opened the container and started to eat them while Sarina kept talking.

“Why don’t we get sour worms?” Ella whined.

“Because you’re not special enough.” you inform her, causing everyone to break out into laughter.

“I like her,” Millie said as she high fived you. Sarina ignored all the commotion, she was obviously used to it and just continued talking. “Y/N could I just talk to you quickly?” she said as you and the girls started to disperse, you nodded and walked over to her.

“Sorry Sarina. I didn’t mean to-” “No, that's not what I wanted to speak about but I appreciate the apology. I wanted to talk to you about telling the girls, is it something you would like to do?”

“Um, yeah I think, I just don’t know how to tell them and like I don't want them to think of me differently”

“That's okay, I think sooner rather than later would be better, maybe today during dinner? During the announcements. Beckky could help you, or even Beth or anyone you wanted, I could even just tell them and we wouldn't need to discuss it if you wanted.”

#woso #woso community #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso imagine #awfc x reader #awfc #arsenal wfc #beth mead x reader #viv miedema #meadema #lionesses x reader

[moons-of-dewclan]

I was curious how to get your clan really set off? I recently (LIKE EARLIER TODAY JFJSJFJ) started my own clangen blog but idk if it's worthy of Tumblr😭

How can I improve my art and improve my process? You're one of my BIGGEST inspirations ngl you're literally him (or her or they I'm so sorry I never caught your pronouns) but I was just curious on how to be better? If you wanna look, don't. It's like, rlly bad so.... save your eyes. Have a lovely nighttt <33

HELLOOOOO I'M NOT 100% SURE WHAT YOU MEAN BY SET OFF I'M SORRY :{ if you mean to get people reading it, i think it's vastly just luck also appealing to an audience by accident i posted my art online for 10 years (i started posting in 2010 as a wee ka- told you i'm an adult haahahueu) before anyone showed consistent interest and i valued those two or so commenters who occasionally had something to say about my stuff, so much LAKSNLKD. that entire decade i got between 2 and 30 favourites for every piece i posted- usually between 2 and 10- until around 2021 when a making a comic aANNND joining a wolf ARPG group exposed me to many kindred art-enjoyers that wanted to keep up with my goofy stories then for some reason, i posted Dewclan's first page on tumblr and it got way more engagement than any other piece of art i've ever posted SO LAKSDNLKDAS WE CANNOT PREDICT THESE THINGS.. at least i can't if you're looking for engagement, pLS AIM FOR ENGAGEMENT THAT FEELS MEANINGFUL over anything else IN MY OPINION, and it's just my opinion- part of being 'better' is, first and foremost, being able to enjoy your art alone. and then being excited with what you choose to share! even if you don't care about your quality of art, care about the story. if you don't care about the story, care about the process and just having fun. but you have to have fun in doing it, and do it for your own eyes primarily. like if you were alone in a room and creating only for yourself! because, until you happen to find others who like what you're liking, you are then when someone is interested and you get to share that excitement, even that ooone comment on something you care about is OOGHHH SUCH A NICE FEELIN. enter communities, comment on other artists' work, try to make friends! but make sure to remember, if you create with the hopes others will like it, without liking it yourself, you're going to be really broken down if someone doesn't like it FOR you :{ loving your own art is tough work but it's integral to your longterm relationship with drawing ON IMPROVING.. for me, nothing is more integral to improving than finding a way to practice that suits you (looking at live figures doesn't help me at all. i don't know why. it's insane), and having fun doing it. i can't grasp anatomy unless i break it down with shapes. SHAPES ARE EVERYTHING. study the shapes of what you want to draw. break em down by tracing simple shapes over your subject. see if the leg is the same length as the head from muzzle to neck and lock that info in. STUFF LIKE THAT on the technical side of things, it can be super helpful to dedicate half an hour or so to drawing a day- eventually it becomes a habit and you just default to 'oh i think i wanna draw' when you've got nothing else to do. more drawing, more improvement!

HONESTLY THO another important thing is not putting yourself down. i know it's a hard habit to break (i struggle with it outside of art myself!), but it doesn't do you any favours. the more you rag on yourself, the more it'll manifest as something that actually damages your art, AND your relationship with it. let it be fun- don't sabotage yourself! you can be critical of your work and still kind! little tip here, improving can take a while, but experimenting with styles can make an INSTANT shift in how you perceive your stuff. ALSOOO EXPERIMENT WITH DIFFERENT BRUSHES FOR SKETCHING AND LINING. I PROOMISE. PLS DO IT. IT'S LIKE A MAGIC TRICK. i cannNNNOT sketch with a hard brush. everything looks horrible. marker brush tho?? so smooth. full of character. lovely. binary brush sketches? suddenly i'm Anime. pencil brush?? i digidevolve back into baby ka who loved to crosshatch and do semi realism. airbrush??? i explode into atoms actually

i find for a lot of people, they don't need to improve or be 'better' at art, they need to learn to enjoy what they're capable of doing now, and improvement is a byproduct. from what i've seen through the years, unless you work to curb it the negative view of your art will stick with you no matter what 'skill level' you get to bc the calls' comin from inside the house, yknow what i mean 3: it can be a long process to learn to accept your art, and sometimes you just plain grow out of it over time! but in the meantime it can't hurt to make efforts to fight your d e m o n s

I'M SORRY I WROTE SO MUCH IK YOU DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS ALL IT ISN'T JUST TO YOU, ODESSY-CLAN BLOG RUNNER, IT'S AIMED AT ANYONE WITH ARTSY SELF DOUBTS. i hope i phrased everything kindly bc i meant it all kindly 3: i hate to see an artist doubt their work, but THERE IS NO SHAME IN IT. i want to encourage loving it regardless of any flaws tho, even though it takes time!

#kasks

[ndcultureis]

nd culture is having an controversial thought or moke like wondering, and reasons why the term "glass child" rubs me the wrong way, so i'm going to vent here??

tw: mentions of ableism

glass child: siblings of a person with a disability,that get neglected bc thdir sibling get more attention.People often perceive them transparently, especially when children seem resilient but are actually vulnerable

I feel majority of ppl who are "glass child", even before the term was created, resented their sibling and their disability bc of the neglect or if the siblings happens to be an awful person,show their ableism and excused it under their "rage". It feels like they be waiting the term to be created(?. ( I have seen many of them on the internet or irl)

"But glass child is necessary term for our experiences. It's not ableist, even if most ppl used it that way, it means we don't get taken care of bc we strong when we aren't"

I don't want to invalidate ppl's trauma neither come off as insensitive..but it happens to many neglected kids, they are viewed strong when in reality,they are vulnerable, only difference is the experiences and context, doesn't make it less valid or less painful even if there's a lot of ppl in the same situation,I get why new terms exists: to talk about topics and experiences ppl have in common, it can be helpful and all that but..why creating more terms? It's basically neglect. It can be different situations but at the end of the day, is still neglect, which it has many non excusable reasons,no matter what situation, is a form of emotional abuse. and it can happen to anyone:all genders,POC or white,lgbtq or cishet.

Many parents exhibit toxic and abusive behavior influenced by culture, generational trauma, or personal issues. This can include favoritism toward one child over another based on shallow reasons like appearance or arbitrary characteristics. Similarly, neglectful parents justify their actions with excuses like being tired, working, or caring for other family members. Such behaviors are harmful and unjustifiable.

In various scenarios, disabled kids may be viewed as burdens, facing neglect or preference towards non-disabled siblings, while a similar pattern unfolds with daughters overshowed in favor of sons due to internalized sexism,and for the dark skinned folks are ignored by their family, just to favor of their lightskinned sibling

Surprisingly, there seems to be no coined term for neglect based on ableism, colorism, sexism, etc., in these instances. (as far as I know,if someone does know those terms. Pls do tell. Idk, my first language isn't english so).

.

#i had no idea that was a thing #i'd have to look into more. it doesn't sound like a term created with malicious intent #but i can definitely understand why it would rub people the wrong way #neurodivergent culture #mod milo #also thank you for using the different colours. not sure what its original purpose was but being someone with adhd #it helps a LOT when reading long texts

[irritablepoe]

what do other people get wrong about poe?

YES MORE POE QUESTIONS!! :D thank you anon, you're really given me all the excuses to ramble lmao

tbh there are not many people on here that get him wrong, at least i haven't seen much? though ofc there are other websites *looks at tiktok with squinted eyes* that reduce him to being a sugar daddy boytoy, which... i mean it's funny. but it's also not everything that he is obviously, especially bc i don't think poe really has a concept of money tbh? like i think he has ridiculously expensive essential things (i say essential but i mean i don't think a mansion is particularly essential lmao) and he also buys things he considers important to show off his abilities, like for example the manuscript, but looking at the anthology (which isn't canon but lets pretend it is for a sec) he only has limited clothing and other than many other rich people would he doesn't just hire someone to get them for him yk? (he also lets mori pay i think right? lmao) in conclusion - he spends his money, yes, but he's not throwing it out the window (debatable tho, i'd call 20 mil a waste but he can do it ig?), nor does he spend it much on his own needs.

many people also forget that yes, he is whiny, but he is also extremely dangerous! his ability could trap nearly everyone and make them defenseless! even chuuya spends a while in poe's book and he's highly capable and intelligent! ranpo was near giving up! this is extremely important to his character and a severe bruise on his confidence! i think many forget that

he is a skilled snipper, can replace a car engine (bro watched one yt tutorial and rolled with it i'm so sure about this) and ofc he is a detective and a writer that impressed ranpo (and can also write a mystery in around 15-30 minutes) and is ALSO the architect for the guild. so. yeah. he's multi-talented as shit, i think people should appreciate that more

also (this list is never gonna end lol) i think people mistake his anxiety in social settings for being shy and i just.. don't think he is shy per se? he's quite boastful when it comes to his writing and his ability that comes with it and on the perfect crime trio case he had no problem at all speaking in public and even with the police. i mean an anxious person that would be worried about how he was perceived he would be worried that he'd be found out to be a criminal which he IS, but he just is so sure of himself that he's left no traces that he's just like "*shrug* yeah that happened, anyway, how are you officer? :D" not quite like that ofc but yk i just think he's more anxious in the way that he hates groups of people bc they overwhelm him quickly in regards to noise and conversation (especially small talk i'd guess) and that he just thinks many people he doesn't take interest in are annoying? that might be a lil controversial opinion tbh but i'll gladly remind you of this panel:

(i couldn't find the official translation help)

tho i also have to say that he calls himself shy here so could be both idk:

hm, yeah i think that's it for now. in relations to ranpo i don't like how people sugarcoat them a lot tbh, i know i've said it before but this really bugs me, like yes they're getting along quite well but i wouldn't call their relationship healthy at all? at least not yet, though i can see that it could work very well eventually. i think poe is doing all these things gladly for ranpo but ranpo has to open up way more and tell poe that he appreciates him, like please, this man is so down bad for you. also pls communicate so that poe doesn't lose himself in his obsession, this can't be healthy come onnn, bro has isolated himself for yearssss

yep, i think that's it, ty anon!!!! <33

#bsd poe #bsd ranpo #ranpoe #bites down and shakes him around #and ofc again: my opinion/perception of him you ofc don't have to agree :D

[writer-ish]

insecure

pairing: mason x detective (grace bennett) word count: 2.3k | rating: T+ (maybe higher idk i'm rusty pls lmk) timeline: uhhh somewhere in book 3? when feelings are still relatively uncertain? after the demo scenes though. summary: grace is insecure. mason has a solution. author note: wow the brain rot is so real i guess because here we are??? i can't pretend like i wrote this whole thing in the last few days - half of it had been manifested (lol) after the book 3 demo and i just put some lipstick on it and sent it out into the world. anyway please do not perceive me 😶‍🌫️

Somehow, they manage to sneak away. 

Adam wants to debrief and Nate hopes to ask Grace a question about a specific translation and Felix starts pulling out their favourite board game—

But Mason wants her more. 

Grace, as always, tries her best to accommodate the needs of all the others and almost doesn't see him there in the doorway, gaze searing into her, his eyes conveying a message for her and her alone. 

But when she does, it causes her to stumble on her words as she speaks to Nate. To claim a headache when Felix says she can be the banker this time. To tell Adam she'll meet him later to discuss what needs to be discussed.

At least, that’s what she assumes happens, since her recollection turns fuzzy after seeing Mason waiting for her like that, his intent clear. 

They make it only a few steps away from the meeting room before he has her against the wall, lips on hers in a kiss so heatedly possessive, she thinks maybe she’s imagining the intensity. But no - there's something different about his behaviour, something intentional. The way his mouth moves over hers, stroking and claiming. The way he holds her so close, pressing her body to his. One hand roaming up to her hair, tightening there, while the other moves down to her bottom and secures her in place. 

Lost in the moment, she wraps her arms around his neck, giving in to the tenderness she usually curbs when she’s with him. There’s always that part of her that feels like she needs to protect herself against the inevitable backlash. His words at the bakery still cut deeper than he’ll ever realize - deeper than she'll ever let on - putting a voice to the very fears that plague her about him; about them.

Except now she relents to the ever-present temptation to touch and to stroke. She lets her fingers move into his hair, to scrape against his scalp, her other hand stroking his nape in a soft gesture. He lets out a low rumble, pulling her even closer, tilting his head to open her mouth wider and stroke her with his tongue just so. 

He pulls away and she lets out a soft gasp as his mouth immediately finds her neck, licking her pulse points, biting gently. The soft-sharp touch sends a zing of electricity through her, warming all her limbs and traveling into her lower belly. Tugging on his hair slightly, she makes him look up and meet her gaze. He stops immediately at her unspoken signal, head lifting and hands moving to rest on her hips. 

“Take me to your room,” she whispers, resisting the urge to glance down the hall to see if anyone heard her, caught them. 

His eyes darken and a smirk turns the corner of his lip up, knowing what it took for her to say those words. Wordlessly, he entwines his fingers with hers and practically drags her away from the wall, pulling her in the direction of his room at the Warehouse.

The second his door closes behind them, she’s up against it, his lips on hers once more. His agile hands make quick work of her clothes, unbuttoning her shirt, unzipping the back of her skirt. 

“Did I tell you how good your ass looked in this fucking little skirt?” he growls against her mouth, nipping at her jaw. “I’ve been thinking of this all day, from the second you waltzed in wearing it.” He pushes it off past her thighs and it falls to the ground. “If I didn’t know you any better, I’d say you put it on specifically to torture me.” His head drops and his mouth finds her bare shoulder, kissing on either end of the bra strap there. “But for some reason your silly little head doesn’t think that way.” 

She laughs breathlessly, self-consciously. “The only thing I thought about as I put it on was that it was tighter than it was the last time I wore it,” she admits, bracing her hands on his shoulders as she steps out of the material at her feet.  

“You crazy?” he mutters, running his hands over her until they settle on her bottom, giving it an appreciative squeeze. "Fits perfect."

She doesn't know if she's talking about her skirt or her ass in his hands, but either way, his grip on her tightens and he lifts her up effortlessly, carrying her to his bed and dropping her down unceremoniously. For a moment he just stands there at the foot of his bed, still fully clothed, his eyes running over her half-naked form. 

And she thinks about Bobby.

The unwanted image in that moment feels visceral - like a slap. It’s the last thing she ever wanted to cross her mind, especially here, now, with Mason.

But his presence has been weighing heavily on her lately. His tendency to pop up when she’s at her most vulnerable. His careless dismissal of her devotion to the ethics of her work. 

The kiss he took from her unwillingly. 

It brings to mind other visions of Bobby, intrusive and unsolicited.

Bobby who had always found her lacking, who’d always seemed to have a comment about a dimple on her thigh or a roll in her stomach or the way she couldn’t fill a bra cup. 

Bobby who seemed to master the art of taking, while overlooking the ability to give. 

Bobby who almost fucked up everything standing in front of her right now, because of one unwanted action and a few flippant words. 

She’d touched death more times than she even cared to count in the last six months. And the one lasting traumatic experience for her had been with goddamn Bobby. 

Figures.

She realizes Mason has grown quiet and still, not joining her on the bed like she expected him to, so she looks up. 

He’s staring at her differently now, curious and a tad wary. Something in her face must have given away her thoughts; or, at the very least, the fact that they weren’t pleasant ones. 

Unhappy with this turn of events brought on by her own inability to smother trauma down into the darkest recesses of her brain like a normal person, she sits up and closes the distance between them, pressing her body to his, feeling the folds and fabric of his clothing on her oversensitive skin. 

He allows her to embrace him and she feels his hands gliding over her in return, one reaching the nape of her neck, the other settling on her lower back, long fingers resting on the curve of her round bottom. 

She tilts her head up, prepared to kiss him, relieved that he didn’t mention the weird expression he must have seen, when—

“You going to tell me what you were thinking just now?”

Rats. 

He speaks the words against her lips, then tilts his head back just far enough to keep her from kissing him and force her to answer him. 

“I was—” No. It’s stupid. She shouldn’t even say his name; not here, not now. She shakes her head. “It’s nothing.” 

“Tell me,” he insists, one hand still caressing her lower back. 

She tucks her face under his chin, her nipples puckering under the lace of her bra against the soft leather of his jacket. 

“It’s—I was just thinking about—” She swallows hard. Will he give it up if she says nothing? One look at his face tells her the answer. Sighing, she responds: “I was thinking about Bobby.” 

At her words he pulls away suddenly and she gasps as she lurches forward. His hands are still braced on her arms so she doesn’t fall, but the cool air of his room hits her all at once, the absence of his heat more apparent than ever. She could kill herself for her stupid, abrupt wording, for a brain that fails to connect properly to her mouth right when it matters the most. 

“Why?” he says eventually, his face a mask of disgust and anger and—hurt? Possibly? 

“No, not because of anything—not because—ugghhh,” she groans loudly, burying her face in her hands briefly. “I can’t stand Bobby, okay? It’s just that—I’m still so mad at him for that day in the town square. For thinking he could come up to us - to you - and spew his filth as if what he did to me that night meant a goddamn thing.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, cold and finally self-conscious now, feeling exposed in more ways than one. Mason makes no effort to draw her into his arms again. He lets go of her, in fact, and stands a few steps away now. Instead of any sort of sympathy or concern on his face - two emotions she should have known better than to expect - he eyes her warily. 

“You already explained, sweetheart.” He speaks slowly, as though trying to process something in his own mind; something she isn’t privy to. “I don’t understand why that asshole needs to also be here, right now.” 

“Because—” She folds her legs and sits down on the bed now, clenching her hands together tightly. Mason eyes her hands, but says nothing, waiting for her to continue. “The difference between you and him—the way you make me feel—”

Oh god, why was she talking about this? Why did she bring it up?

She’s horrified with herself, but has no choice except to persevere, considering she’d already instigated the verbal equivalent of missing the bunny hills and going straight down the Black Diamond. Without poles. 

“Bobby was a time in my life that invited a lot of…awful feelings.” She takes a deep breath, looking down at her hands, fingers still wrung together, to avoid looking at Mason. She continues down her expert level ski-hill, hitting every tree on the way. “Feelings about who I am. What I’m...worth. And it took a long time for me to move past that. A long time.” 

She still can’t look at him, although she can feel his eyes on her, piercing and intent. The words are spilling out faster now, in a bid to say them all so then she doesn’t have to say anything else.

“And I hate, so much, that he interfered at all with what—we have. Because, being with you, this ill-defined—thing that we are, regardless of the fact that we don’t have any of the labels or—or whatever. It just feels... better. You feel better. You make me feel better. Than I ever have before.” 

Okay there, you said it. Now, shut up. Just shut up. 

Sufficiently humiliated, certain she has blown the moment to smithereens, she looks up reluctantly and meets his gaze. 

As expected, the intensity in his eyes is enough to make her skin prickle with awareness. His expression is inscrutable, but it’s clear that he’s been listening very carefully to what she’s saying and her words have had some sort of effect on him. She holds her breath, waiting for whatever it is he’s going to say. At this point, it could be anything from a “welp, see ya later” to some sort of declaration of adoration; she truly doesn’t know what to expect from him anymore. Her head is in an absolute tailspin and nothing he says at this point can possibly surprise her. 

“Okay.”

...Except maybe that. 

Okay? Just okay? She pours her guts out and he responds with OKAY?

Before she can even process this lack of response, he’s lifting her up off the bed and into his arms, holding her tightly against him, her feet almost completely off the ground. Strangely, she can feel his heart pounding through his chest.

He releases a noise into her neck, a strange exhale that teeters on the edge of a groan, and he bites her. Actually bites her. Not enough to draw blood - his canines aren’t even extended as far as she can tell - but enough so she feels it. He pulls back to look at her again.

“Let me kill him.” 

It’s a statement, not a question or a plea, and he says it earnestly yet casually. As if he were offering to buy her a coffee. Or put gas in her car. 

And Grace—god help her. She considers it. 

He must see the expression on her face, the quick double blink as she truly contemplates a life without Bobby always lurking around the corner, because he barks out a laugh. 

“You have everyone fooled except me, Detective,” he says, pushing her back down on the bed.  

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she responds, bordering on indignant, even as she slides back to make room for him.

“Everyone thinks you’re just sweet as pie. Little Gracie. Protector of the town. Miss By-the-Book. Crossing her Ts and dotting those Is on all her little reports.” He grins, flashing white teeth as he puts his knee down on the mattress and moves towards her, over her. “I see you, though. I see that dirty mouth and that mercenary heart. You’d let me do it. Wouldn’t you?”

She waits until he’s full on top of her, his body covering hers, arms braced on either side of her. His long, dark waves fall over his face like a curtain, close enough to almost skim her body, grey eyes flashing as he looks at her, half-amused and half-something else that she can’t define. He makes her feel light - light and free and all the things she never thought she could be. Even amidst the uncertainty, she realizes he brings out a side of her that she didn't even know existed before he came into her life and turned it all upside down.

Bringing her hands up she cups his cheeks, stroking the high cheekbones reverently. Gently she pulls his head down until his ear is near her mouth. She nips it playfully and smiles as he groans, before whispering against his skin:

“Maybe.” 

@ejunkiet and @coldshrugs this is for you 🖤

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc fanfic #twc fic #specialist agent m #mason x detective #idk what this is tbh #but here you go #twc #twc mason

[dearlawdimasimp]

Devotion for the moon under the morning sun

Pairings: Khonshu x gn sorcerer!Reader

Word count: buckle the fuck up bc this is the longest fic i've written yet, 3.8k+ words BABEYY

Warnings: grammar, languange, suggestive stuff(not explicit, just mentioned), No spoilers! :D, implied Filipino!reader but not that detailed, no mention of y/n, purely self-indulegent, not beta'd and possibly ooc Khonshu(if i missed anything pls let me know! ^.^)

Summary: How did sorcerer!reader from Just you luck meet and confessed to Khonshu? (idk man i just want my Khonshu fic HAHAHA)

A/n: well this is long and possibly has a rushed ending but i still hope y'all like it😅 this was just something to quench my thirst for the bird god AND SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT but here we fucking again are🤡. HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY MY SELF-INDULGENT MESS💞💞

note 2: if you guys have suggestions for for a new title, i will gladly accept them lmao bc this one's ridiculously long. I also accept constructive criticsms so feel free to send asks or comment or dm me in my inbox🥰💞💞 more of my thoughts at the end

Gif of the bird daddy god is from @/khonshunation

You are currently preparing your breakfast, humming and sometimes singing along to the music, Harana by Parokya ni Edgar, playing on your mini-speaker as you prepare your coffee while you wait for your omelette to cool.

Puno ang langit ng bituin,

at kay lamig pa ng hangin.

Sa 'yong tingin ako'y nababaliw, giliw.

At sa awitin kong ito,

Sana'y maibigan mo,

Ibubuhos ko ang buong puso ko

Sa isang munting harana,

Para sa'yo

(The sky is full of stars,

The night breeze is cold.

Your stare makes me crazy, my dear.

I hope you'll like,

this song of mine.

I will pour my whole heart,

on this little serenade.

For you)

The chorus of the song makes you chuckle as you remember the nights you spent with Khonshu. A small getaway moment from day-to-day life and just sit in silence while admiring the view of any night life of any city you stumbled in, may it be in London or any other cities in the globe as you, alongside his Moon Knight, protect innocent civilians.

While his knight delivers his vengeance, you protect this realm from any form of mystical danger.

Those nights started when you were keeping an eye out for his knight. You had gotten word from one of the sorcerers that a new vigilante arose in London, so you decided to check it out. What you were not expecting though, is that the vigilante is powered by a banished god of the Egyptian pantheon.

You may or may have not been caught stalking them which led to a confrontation and a small dispute but the situation was quickly diffused after they stated their cause. You were skeptical at first, but you let them go that night. Your eyes lingered on their form.

After you did some digging on some texts about the deity, you realise they were not lying. You told your fellow sorcerers about this, they told you they have no qualms about their whereabouts as long as no innocent civilians would be harmed nor witness anything that aligns to anything mystical and you have to keep an eye on them.

And so you told the moon and his knight that whenever something accidentally happened in front of civilians, they have to inform you quickly to avoid repercussions on a later date. To which they begrudgingly accepted since they didn't want any more interventions.

After nights of keeping tabs on the two, and them almost always knows that you are there(Khonshu is the God of the Moon, of course he'll know who or what is under the moonlight), you were able to form an unlikely friendship with them which led to some nights spending time with the two. Most of it though, is with the deity. 

Feelings arose in between those nights. His dry sense of humour somehow makes you chuckle, the way he allows you to do things that are socially perceived as 'weird' and unacceptable but are only mundane things which makes you, you, the way he allows you to mess with him while he doesn't let anyone else do it or they'll face his wrath and just be someone who listens to your every rant about a certain sorcerer with an inflated ego and give advices on how to deal with it(which may or may not always be murder). Which led to you daydreaming whenever you are reminded of anything that resembles the god.

Although the song you are listening to talked about singing a serenade to a dear one under the stars and chilly night, you don't sing to him any serenades on those nights. Though you've been tempted lately to sing 'Buwan' by Juan Karlos to him. Maybe because of the song's title that is literally 'moon' in english, maybe because it is your feelings for the god already written out for you and ready to be sung, maybe it's just you want to confess to him under the moon through a song about confessing one's love under the moon OR maybe it's because of all of the above and because you're tired of stuffing all those love down! 

But you didn't want to ruin the bond you have built with Khonshu. You didn't want to be rejected, seeing as the bird god doesn't really look like he also feels the same way to you. So, you kept silent and kept these feelings hidden, locked in a Pandora's box and swept under the rug. Don't even get me started on your infatuation with the deity's avatar(that's a story for another day ;) ).

Oh if only the box could hold your deep admiration for Khonshu. 

It could not. 

These feelings always resurface after hours of hiding them and keeping them in bay. You just could not help but somehow always find another reason to love the moon god and all of your efforts in locking your heart just bursts open.

Your will to keep things under the surface fades when he talks softly after your long rant, it dissolves when he pats your shoulder and gives praises after a successful mission, it dissipates into thin air when he looks you over after said missions, it crumbles when he tolerates your weird sense of humour and does not make fun of you. Although it should not, it somehow does.

Every. single. fucking. time. 

Even though you've tried to reason with yourself that he probably only does this with no romantic reasons but just to entertain you so that you won't intervene in the future. That maybe this is just how he is to someone who helps his knight. But all those reasons always disappear like a bubble when you hear that sweet, deep timbre of his voice, the way your name just sounds so beautiful when he says it, and the way his strong but comforting aura engulfs you when he's in the same place as you.

°°°

You were too deep in thought as you stirred your coffee, a new song played on your speakers and you haven't even noticed that the being you are currently thinking of is in the same room as yours. Silently watching you do your morning routine as he sat with one foot on top of the counter and the other laying flat on the floor. If it weren't for his massive size it would've been dangling from the counter top he's sitting on.

Ako sayo'y ikaw ay akin,

(I am yours as you are mine,)

Seeing as you were so deep in your trance, Khonshu took the chance to admire you, like he always does when you two spend some time together. This is obviously done secretly. He doesn't want to admit it but he has fallen for you, too. Your knowledge, your skill and determination, your charming and funny personality when outside of work had drawn him in like a moth to a flame.

At first he had thought that he was under your magical influence, like some sort of spell to control him and stop his life's work in protecting humanity because you have some hidden agenda that your fellow sorcerers don't know. 

But, he is under none. 

He would've known, he is a god after all. Spells aren't hard to detect under his nose. His years of existence in this unimaginable universe has given him lots of experience and knowledge humanity hasn't even known nor experienced. So no. He isn't. Which drew him to a conclusion that he both dread and joyed over that he is, in fact, in love.

Dread, because of the fact that whatever desires he has with you will be completely useless if he can't always be by your side and spend as much time as he wants with you without facing consequences. He was banished because of his love for humanity, how much more if he devotes his undying love to a human. Joyed because for a long, long, long time he would've never thought he would find this kind of love again, not after his banishment and certainly not finding it with a human. 

Sorcerer but still human.

And knowing that his feelings were mutual made him more overjoyed. You might've thought that he doesn't see it but he does. Seeing your face heating up when he helps you up and look you over for injuries, the way you light up when he entertains your rambling thoughts, your shy yet bold smile when you make a teasing comment, and your longing stares that you thought he could not see nor sense but he does. 

He does see and feel your overwhelming love that he wants to drown in, but he should not, he could not. Not when the possibility of you getting hurt is highly likely.

And so he'll just admire you, silently, just like what he is doing now, silently admiring your unruly bedhead, the steady rise and fall of your shoulders under your loose top as you breathe, your lower behind that he may have 'stared' at far too long for anyone's comfort(not that anyone would notice), and your cute pj bottoms.

Ganda mo sa paningin.

(You are a sight to behold.)

He will never admit it to you outloud but gods, were you a sight for sore eyes. Even in this situation where you just woke up and haven't completely freshen up. What he would do to get a chance to be by your side when you wake up-

His thoughts were interrupted by your yelp, startled by the fact that he didn't announce his arrival. It's always fun to mess with you.

You hiss curses as you regain your composure. You do sometimes, if not most of the time, curse like a sailor when threatened. 

"I didn't mean to startle you, little human. But you should've been attentive to your surroundings." He sounds disappointed but deep inside, he only wants you safe.

Ako ngayo'y nag-iisa,

(I am currently alone,)

"I know, I know." You roll your eyes as you face him, "You could've at least knocked or..said anything when you arrived- how long have you been..there? here? Gods my grammar sucks…" You mumble the last part to yourself as you take a sip of your lukewarm coffee.

His commitment to keep his love under his bondaged body might just waver, once again, right here right now as you look at him with those eyes. The longing and mirth glinting under the morning sun. But this time, he might not be able to keep it to himself anymore.

Sana ay tabihan na.

(Hopefully you'll accompany me.)

°°°

How long have you been daydreaming about him???!??

Sa ilalim ng puting ilaw,

(Under the white light,)

Well long enough apparently that the song you were thinking of had started to play on your speakers. Great!

"I haven't been around for long, little human. Whatever you had done before you stirred your coffee is something I have no idea of." He shrugs as he vaguely answers. You mumble nonsense under your breath, a little annoyed by his response at the same time hiding your embarrassment. 'Seriously, out of all the times that that song plays, it has to be right now?!? Plus, its early in the fuckin morning..bad timing music player..very very bad timing.'

Sa dilaw na buwan!

(Of the yellow moon!)

"And either 'here' and 'there' are technically grammatically correct." He adds as he shifts his sitting position. Gods to be able to sit on his laP-

"m'kay, noted.."

You cut your omelette into thin strips before putting it on your sliced bread and folding it, "So..to what do I owe this pleasure, big bird?" You huff, taking a big bite to your homemade egg bread. 

His unexpected visits were not new to you, he just sometimes turn up out of the blue to tell you about their next move on whatever mission he has given his knight, whom you've never met personally even though you've wanted to know who's under the mask for a long time but Khonshu just tells you 'at the right moment, little human.' Sometimes he would appear while you were on the other side of the globe while doing your own missions, which most of the time just ends up in you transporting to his plane of existence to smack his beak and him swinging his staff at you, starting an unnecessary squabble that usually doesn't last long because you can't stay in his plane for long.

"Can't a god visit a wizard simply to converse?" 

"Not a wizard.." You grumbled to yourself and took a seat, the god merely chuckled in response. You groan at his willful ignorance, so tempted to splash your coffee at his bird skull but decided not to. Plus it would be a waste of caffeine so it's a definite no go.

"And no, you cannot." You smirk, he scoffs. You then sipped your drink and then swallowed your food, adding a bold, teasing question, "If I was none the wiser I would say you're in love with me, moonie." You laugh at the idea, giving hints at the same time not, ya know, just playing it safe. "Are you, moonie?"

Pakinggan mo ang aking sigaw,

(Listen to my yells,)

Khonshu doesn't like that name, at least that's what his reaction implies. He groans and his skull head moves as if he rolled his non-existent eyes every time you call him with the nickname. And he did just that, now added with a huff. You were expecting him to deny and to tell you to stop calling him that name once again but instead you received a rebuttal your shaky will was not prepared for.

"So what if I am?"

Sa dilaw na buwan!

(To the yellow moon!)

°°°

Well that slipped out of his beak. Or maybe he let it slip.

Your incessant teasing and bold comments had always made him mull over everything. If he should just give in and just make sure none of the Ennead know of you or continue keeping everything shut and close to himself as he admires you from afar and watch you fall out of love with him.

Apparently he chose the former as he uttered those five words.

Ayokong mabuhay ng malungkot,

(I don't want a miserable life,)

°°°

Oh he's got to be messing with you.. 

Right?

You just shake your head and laugh humorlessly, "Ha. ha. you got me." Denying what Khonshu is suggesting because it was just impossible. He wasn't showing interest, at least from what you remember, so he can't just..blurt this out out of fucking nowhere..right?!

But he was not saying anything, he just adjusted his grip on his crescent moon staff as he looked at you. 

You don't know what to say.

You blink and rub your face, "Okay, wait. No, hold on."

"Little one-" he stands up from the counter and reaches out to you.

"No, give me a-" an airy laugh passes through your lips, "give me a fucking minute- Do you mean it?"

You finally ask, somewhat gathering your thoughts as your sporadic heartbeat pulses in your ear. All the time, were your feelings not unrequited? Did you really waste buckets of tears because you didn't see that the feelings are mutual? Tears that are now forming and clouding your vision. Tears of utter bliss for your current situation or tears of disappointment to yourself for torturing yourself in not seeing the signs, you could not tell which it was.

"Dear one-"

"Answer me, bonehead!" You grit your teeth as you slam your mug down the counter. Days and nights of frustration for being in love with someone whom you thought doesn't love you back takes the form of your flowing tears. 

Or does he? Is he just messing with you because you were too fucking obvious of your devotion to him? Or-

Your thoughts silencing when you feel a feather-light touch on your cheek, the familiar buzz of magic hovering over your skin as Khonshu, now beside you, cradles your face with his wrapped, bony hand, trying to reach your physical form while under the influence of the unhelpful sun, "Beloved, please stop crying." His towering form is mildly comforting in the current situation as you question his intentions.

You chuckle, lacking any joy but has hope laced in it, hearing the new nickname that he had given you. 

"I do. I really do but-" He cut himself off, his thumbs attempting to wipe your tears but his finger just phases through your tears, a painful reminder that he cannot be physically be with you while the sun rises in his morning glory, "I don't think I am worth any risks and time-"

"Bullshit." You snarl at him, not moving from your place as you look up at him straight to his eye-sockets. With shaking posture and sniffling nose you prepare the spell that would transport yourself to his plane, his warnings and scolds fall under deaf ears and you casted it with no delay.

You feel yourself being pulled out of your physical body, finding your translucent and iridescent form standing right in front of Khonshu.

"Did you really think I learned this spell for nothing? This isn't the same with astral projecting, by the way, and this spell is also under a locked tome." Your lips quiver, tears freely flowing as hours of learning a spell that could potentially get you locked up just shamefully passes by. Like your sweat and efforts are nothing to the universe as you look back to it now. 

"'Not worth any risk', well too late bird boy because I've taken those risks and I can say it myself that you are worth every fucking risk." You are now standing right in front of him, your eyes not leaving his eye-sockets as you stand firm under it. You can hear his uneven breathing, being this actually physically close to the god allowed you to hear it. His aura is much stronger in this plane, adding on to your already overwhelmed senses. 

"So let me ask again, and answer me honestly," you plead, your voice trembling, watching his unmoving posture and gulped, "do you-"

Khonshu cuts you off with a bone crushing hug, you feel his lanky arms wrap your whole form with a tight grip that is enough for you to handle and sweetly whispers to your ears, "Yes, yes I do, " You can hear his voice wavering, calling your name as he pulls you much closer to his chest. The first time he calls your actual name in today's interaction.

"No buts?" You sniffle as you raise your arm to hold on to his shoulder, somehow reluctant if he were to say 'but' again. 

"No buts, beloved.." He sweetly reassures with a loving nudge of his beak to your head. 

That's when you gave in and returned his embrace. Desperately and greedily wrapping your human arms around his godly form and crying happy tears on his shoulder.

°°°

Khonshu holds you close, his crescent staff long abandoned on the floor, as cradles you in his arms while you weep joyfully in his embrace. He places the underside of his beak on top of your head, as his hand rubs comforting circles on your back. Heavens, he wasn't expecting a tearful confession but here you guys are. 

He actually had no idea that the spell you just used is a very complicated and unsafe spell. He had thought that you were taught how to transport between planes to be able to protect this realm better. Though it scared him when you told him about this. He could not bear to see you locked up behind a cage just because of him, he will not let that happen. But it warms his old heart that you risked your self and soul for him, because of your love for him.

And from now on till the day onwards, he will do the same for you. Move the stars and call upon the moon whenever you tell him so. Be a beacon of light to your night missions. Your unseen guardian who will do what it takes to keep you from harm and anyone who wishes to lay a single finger on you will face his Knight's vengeance.

°°°

You can faintly hear the climax of the song in the background, what you can mostly hear though is Khonshu's comforting words and your hiccups as you try to calm yourself. With a sniffle you mumble, "gods, this was not what I had planned when I would confess to you." 

His deep chuckle rumbles in your ears, "but here we are, a sobbing mess in a plane where you glow brighter than the morning sun.." He slowly pulls away and cradles your tear stained face, this time, you can actually feel the roughness of his bandaged hand as you lean to it, "and the place where I can properly comfort you.." The tears now wiped away by his thumb and not passing through, your doubts fleeing alongside the wiped tears.

You hold the hand on your face with both of yours, turning your head to place a soft kiss on his palm, "I guess this is better than serenades, hm?" You tease with a lopsided smile. His hitched breath and stuttered "Wh-what?" made you laugh out loud and roll your head back.

"Hold on, you were planning to serenade me?" 

"Says who?"

"Oh, don't play coy with me now, little wizard." He pulls you to him with ease while you try to escape his grip, shrieking, "I'm not gonna repeat myself!!" with a big grin on your face.

Khonshu's chest vibrates with a disbelieving hum, "I will make sure you will." His voice dropping an octave with a suggesting tone, it made you halt your futile escaping attempt. Your face heats up at the thought of what the god of the moon was suggesting. 

He might have seen how your face looks like a tomato as his rumbling laugh echoes across the plane, "Get your mind off the gutter, beloved. I am not suggesting that, although.." a silent offer hangs in the air while you're just there malfunctioning under his grip. 

"Oh hUSH UP!" You squeak and undid the spell you had casted, transporting you back to the plane of physical existence. You stumble on your feet as Khonshu's hands are now useless on your physical form, exclaiming gibberish as you try to regain your balance. You heard his worried warning and felt his magic help you balance yourself, "Careful."

"I am." You quip with a huff, face still very much red no thanks to the mummified bird in front of you. You take your mug and finish your coffee that has now gone cold and placed the mug on the counter.

"The offer still stands, little wizard."

"SHUSHHH!!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This was not meant to be a prequel

This was supposed to be another snippet from my soon-to-be-not-to-be series but in the middle of writting it i decided to deviate from that plan, and accidentally made a prequel KAHSHAHSHHSHSH. I'll call this a happy lil accident☺ but fuck was it frustrating to find an appropriate ending HAHAHHAHAHAH

Anywhoooo, hope you guys enjoyed that and like i said, i am open for constructive criticism feel free to comment, asks/inbox open andd hope you guys have a great day/night!!🥰💞💞

gods i just hope ep 6 will not cost me another bucket of tears

edit: i think am gonna re-write this HAHSHSHH might make it shorter next time and make the pov's clear😓

#moon knight x reader #khonshu x reader #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #khonshu #moon knight khonshu #G•writes #fanfiction #mcu imagines #marvel imagines #x reader #moon knight fanfiction #self-indulgent

[racalbrecht]

the last bits of Ep 6, somewhat deconstructed

Hello, I’m here to throw this meta into the tumblr void because Ep 6 happened and my brain cannot cope. there’s a MILLION things i want to say and discuss (if anybody wants to be my friend in dissecting kp pls hit me up) but I’ve chosen…the later part of the episode for my sanity.

I apologize in advance for the low-res screenshots but I had to make do with what I could find :””””)

Right before they jump, we have the truck scene - so serene, so peaceful - and the fact that they use the same soundtrack as their sex scene in Ep 4 just underlines the fact that this is a milestone in their relationship, where they lean into each other for comfort and warmth. AT THE SAME TIME THOUGH, this is a VERY different scene -- where in the sex scene we get close ups of their bodies, just focusing on touches, in this scene we get the camera backing away from them.

It’s as if Kinn is thinking far into the future, where he can dream of them as just two dots on earth, unassuming, unsubstantial, just normal adults living life and -- most importantly -- they are no different from each other. just two specks of dust in the grander scheme of things.

I think the choice of having the truck in the middle is of a road is very much them - they've finally met each other in the middle, after an uphill battle, but yet at the end we do see that it's also an intersection -- Kinn has reached somewhere where he can let Porsche go to his own dreams, knowing that he's never going to fulfill his own.

After the truck scene we see Kinn saying "I can feel that we're gonna find a way out today" - he's more optimistic out of the two and has been saying it every morning, despite the fact that out of the two of them he...wants it less. but he genuinely wants to keep the morale up, and idk if he's already decided to let Porsche go at the end of it or not, but he certainly is putting Porsche first so far (because he can get away with it, nobody can see his true self do it). and true Kinn is just....so precious.

When Kinn hears someone calling out to him, we clearly see him hesitating. as someone who's been trained to open handcuffs with a knife he must know there is a possibility that that someone may not be his family's team. yet he runs towards it.

After they fell, Kinn's hand reaches out to help Porsche stand, but he refrains from doing so. Why? I feel like guilt may have something to do with it - after all, they could've tried to find another route, a safer one - and yet, he's the one who convinced Porsche to jump, and Porsche is hurt because of him, again. (they did just cuddle in the truck, so he's probably a little bit more sure that his touch is not...unwelcome)

Here we get Porsche trying really hard to get out and Kinn just repeats "that's enough", focusing 100% on Porsche instead (well, we know that he later finds their way out lol). I just love this so much because this goes to show even more that Kinn prioritizes Porsche’s safety above their freedom from the cave, that he doesn’t want Porsche to get hurt in general (especially if it’s for him).

AND THIS. This whole contrast of Porsche being frustrated by the handcuffs and Kinn not seeing it that way. i'm starting to get crazy i think but i feel like it can refer to how differently they can perceive the same actions. Kinn is an action-based guy - he shows his care for Porsche by his actions and decisions to protect Porsche, but those very same actions and decisions are seen as restrictive by Porsche.

THIS IS WHY IT'S SO IMPORTANT when Kinn opens the cuff at the end. he doesn’t try to defend his decision to keep the cuffs, doesn’t deny it when Porsche calls him a jerk for not saying something earlier, doesn’t try to make the situation lighter with a quip. Instead, he straight-up tells Porsche to go - he's able to see beyond what he used to believe and let Porsche choose - to go back to his brother and chase his dreams, ‘just like what you’ve always dreamt of’.

Porsche tries really hard to read Kinn, to see if this is just some kind of bullshit he’s cooked up, but he finds nothing but the truth - that at the core of it, Kinn likes it when he’s happy. Kinn couldn’t even watch Porsche walk away, turning his head to the side, and he continues to tell Porsche to go away because he knows he has to.

And this is why it breaks my heart when porsche comes back for one last kiss, one last hug where it feels more like they were trying to mesh their bodies into one - before he literally had to wrench himself off away from Kinn - bc that kiss was them, they both put their all into it and we can see how neither of them wants to let go, it speaks volumes to how much they have grown to care for each other — but I believe Porsche ultimately decided to go for his brother (Kinn knows how Porsche’s first thought is always Chay, and that’s why he mentioned him first), who we know he's dedicated his entire life to so far.

After all, life with Kinn is a dangerous one - Porsche’s done everything he hates so far, and he knows he’ll fall in love with Kinn even deeper the longer he stays - so he chose.

(before he ran back and killed two men without so much as hesitating because Kinn is in danger)

(i can write SO much from their conversation in the cave - THE APOLOGY for one - but i’m had to skip it because i can feel myself going off the rails and i have no idea if i’m being coherent anymore. thank you for reading!!!)

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche analysis #i'm going crazy #kinnporsche episode 6 #kinnporsche meta #my meta

[six-demon-bag]

just read miss america and im too shy to comment on ao3 bc idk how to do it anonymously so pls have this instead

1) i fucking love how prolific u are holy shit like yaasss king/queen/royalty figure, please relentlessly pelt me with fics...ratatata me with ur machine gun lookin ass (very affectionate)

2) no for real im obsessed how do u write so fast, it's like ur drip-feeding me with fic and im flourishing (thank you sm)

3) im the same anon who was binging the other day and said night-night baby and man u seem cool as hell and i wanna talk to u in the wb discord but don't want to be perceived in big servers so i just lurk like a weirdo but i support u sm *insert kris jenner ur doing great sweetie meme here*

4) onto the actual fic comments (yes i needed 3 prior list items before i got to this), i enjoyed it sm. it was hot and funny LOL. i adore when soldat is just a horny puppy. and zemo, omfg. maybe the real treasure is the milking machine we become along the way, is what i was thinking as your fic ended and it was hilarious

5) i haven't read through all your stuff yet but i was wondering how you felt about AUs? like in settings unrelated to marvel at all but still WB. just curious!

aww thanks im glad you enjoyed that one too! such a fun prompt. love to eat peoples prompts. my fics are unlocked so idk if you can comment as a guest, but here works fine too (no pressure!)

i do not control the speed at which lobsters die fics happen to me 😌

the secret formula:

New Hobby Obsession Phase + way too much time on my hands = fic explosion

plus people dropping prompts and ideas into my brain. eventually fics fall out. plus whatever chaos exists in my head already. thats between god and the devil, i have nothing to do with it

servers can be intimidating!! you can always dm me if you want or continue anon lurking, i get it 💜

i dont have any full AUs posted, they’re all canon divergence at most. it takes a lot to reel me in on a full fledged AU, though of course i have 3 lurking in my wip (“wip”) files. who knows if they’ll ever happen tbh

#sixdemon answers

[sutcliffe-v]

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↳ to build off this: there is a chance that i will hold up a few threads for the holidays, or at least give one response to people for holidays and events, as a treat for the occasions!

; this is a problem i’ve had in the past with toning down my character for fear that he may have been ‘too boring’ or perhaps ‘too rude’ for some (i suppose its affected how some relationships develop, but i won’t worry about it that much now); however i should say that virek is not a nice character. he isn’t of course the same level of fucked up as the diaboys (at least i don’t think(?) idk they have a few centuries of atrocities on him), but he’s certainly up there in terms of fucked up

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[pen-observing]

Helloo Aqua beloved~ for the fic ask game:

My favorite fic of yours

It's that one Satan drabble inspired on Thomas Moore's poem? I don't think I had this account when I first read it :| and idk how it made its way to me but.....something about it. It was literally so formative in the way I see Satan? I really love it lots, and also adore the poem itself, so when I read it the first time it was li a little epiphany lol like "oh uhm this one is it!!" i hold it so close to my heart....

& talking abt heart and such... The one of "I carry your heart etc etc and barbatos also LITERALLY lives rent free on my head....

A fic of yours that i've re-read

I'll shamelessly admit to going back to every one of your Barbatos pieces every time i want to write about him myself, to like. get a better grasp of him? Yes my queen i go to your fanfiction instead of canon stuff ;;-;; your characterization of him is like. the most thing ever.

A character/ship I didn't enjoy/think about as much before you wrote about them

Also super predictable but yes, it is Barbatos too... I don't think or care about him nearly...at all,, unless it is in your writing specifically. l think a lot of it has to do with the fact that when we write abt a character we love it really shows and it makes the whole thing really compelling? But also that you're just THAT skilled with words that can hold my attention even with guys wouldn't normally think about sjsjdj.

What I like the most about your writing

Ughhh aqua you have such a lovely way with words in general? What I adore the most in your stuff is the way it flows, it feels v familiar to me for some reason ;;-;; even lyrical at times but not too much and your sentences have a nice feeling of vague movement to them, kind of like a the lull of water? If that makes any sense at all? You're very soothing to read and I love it because it's not like I read for the plot and what will happen next, but to savor every little paragraph on its own<3

head in hands trying to dry my tears from this sweet sweet ask while im saving it as a screenshot to look at whenever i feel sad

i often feel like my satan works are lacking in number or in quality or maybe just because i find him so similar to myself so im trying to completely ask myself 'how would satan' and ignore the 'how would i' questions when i write him so hearing this gives me more confidence in actually writing for him. i carry your heart ahgggn,, i actually had to write that one a second time since i was young and foolish and wrote on the tumblr post itself instead of in a doc aasklj. thank you for carrying it in your heart!

you do what?!! hugs and kisses and more hugs and more kisses to you!! thank you!! i think i so easily remember things about people that i love and that includes fictional characters lmao so grasping his characterisation has never really been hard for me + he spent so much time on the sidelines writing for him purely based on the game alone would just mean a robotic man before like the last few lessons we have ajksdad

OMG i joked like when i started this blog that it was purely to spread 'barbatos agenda' and create more fans for him but i completely understand what you mean. if the writer i like writes a character i am indifferent about i will still read the fuck out of it (e.g. i am personally indifferent towards belphie but i read him a lot askjdad)

I AM ASKING FOR YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE RIGHT NOW (if u hate the idea of marriage then pls your hand in handholding on a picnic) !! i called myself aqua on here because (amongst other things) in many ways i wanted to convey that writing,,,can be like the water. and for me it personally is. it can also be like sunlight or like a mystery castle or a sensual brush of fingertips - it depends on the writer themselves so hearing that you actually perceive it as such makes me so so happy ahhhh!! i am well aware my writing style doesn't suit long series or action or plot because it focuses more on emotional moments?? in a way and im totally okay with that and had to recognise it. it just means that my writing, just like any other, isn't 'commercial' or 'for everyone to stan' asdka but knowing that you appreciate it so much makes it all the more worth it.

thank you once again! now i am going to cry over this ask in peace! ily!!

#Ask Aqua #kisses and hugs and a ring and also tears #baalism

[jeongwife]

can we pls talk ab joshua big cock!!!!!!! like imagine you're over at his apartment just to hang out and ur about to watch a movie and he's wearing them grey sweatpants so while he's getting everything set up ur kinda just like👀👀😳ahem ahem !!!! and you guys cuddle but then he gets a little bothered bc </3 yeah and you offer to suck him off 😌😌 AHHH IDK I just ... really wanna see how big his dick is

“babe, where’s your popcorn?” you scanned your boyfriend, joshua’s cupboard, registering the popcorn on the top shelf and reaching up to grab it. the shirt shua let you borrow, riding up showcasing the lingerie you had decided to adorn. an arm reached from behind you, your back meeting joshua’s firm chest, as he grabbed the popcorn for you with ease,

“here.”

you turned around to face him, dressed in a fitted white t shirt and loose grey sweatpants that made your stomach flutter. your mind clouding with thoughts of—

“should we watch the movie now?” you snapped out of your reverie, joshua, already by the couch, bowl of popcorn in hands, beckoning you over.

“o-oh yeah sure.” you sat on the couch, grabbing popcorn kernels absentmindedly as joshua got the movie ready, your eyes fixated on his sweatpants, a clear outline of his bulge poking through sending sparks to your stomach as you pressed your thighs together. quickly averting your eyes as he approached you, setting the tv remote on the coffee table before pulling you into his lap on the couch, holding you close.

as you fidgeted throughout the film, your mind wandering to thoughts of what was underneath those sweatpants of his, and how big, he was, his grip on your hips tightened, as you felt him stiffen. you ignored it at first. his hardness poking your behind, until you couldn’t help it anymore. getting off his lap you kneeled in front of him,

“need a little help there?” you nodded at the growing bulge tucked under his sweatpants as he nodded quickly,

“only if you’re sure.”

you spent no time pushing his sweatpants down, taking his boxers with them, his cock springing up, your mouth watering at the sight. you lightly licked the tip, teasingly as joshua grabbed your hair, letting out a low groan,

“stop teasing.” using his hand on your hair to pull you closer, you took more of him in your mouth, tears springing at your eyes as his length hit the back of your mouth, as you bobbed your head, your mouth working your way up and down his shaft, picking up your pace gradually as he moaned, moving his hips involuntarily, causing tears to form in your eyes again,

“mm baby, you take me so well.”

your legs clenched around nothing at his praise, one of your free hands reaching down to your drenched panties, as you started rubbing your clit, whining around his shaft.

he pulled you away from his cock, a string of saliva linking from your mouth to his shaft, “don’t touch yourself.” he said sternly, eyeing the hand underneath your shirt.

“such a dirty girl for me. i bet you were thinking of this all night. don’t think i didn’t see you staring. you’re probably dripping already.”

you whimpered, nodding slowly, before wrapping your mouth around him again, his cock throbbing as he came close, thick bursts of warm cum pushing down your throat as you eagerly swallowed, licking his length of any residue before pulling away, joshua pulling you back onto his lap, his mouth eagerly finding yours, tasting him on you. his hands found his way underneath your shirt, feeling your ruined panties, chuckling from how wet you were, the movie still playing in the background as the two of you lost yourselves in pleasure,

“i suppose i should help you out now for being such a good girl for me…”

— admin ryu (who went way too overboard with this ask)

#seventeen smut #svt smut #joshua smut #joshua hong smut #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #joshua scenarios #joshua hong scenarios #joshua imagines #joshua hong imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #answered! #🍜 answers! #pls do not perceive me idk what happened here

[syubub]

Yoongi birthday reading/energy check!!

It's sweet sweet tangerine bois birthday!!

I wanted to do a cute little energy check up to see what's up and ask some fun little questions!!

I'm excited so let's just do this shit!!

Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes and not to be taken as fact!!

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I want to apologize for the absolute shit pictures but what's new lol

So, let's start with the platform. First thing I noticed was the blue was brighter but the platform was darker? It was like someone cranked up the contrast to 100. Ngl it looked pretty cool. Yoongis platform doesn't typically have a barrier like some of the others do so I just kinda walked in and did the whole, "happy birthday, I have questions" His energy seemed a lot more... vibrant? And playful I guess? It was really nice. Now. The actual connection was intresting because the cord was blue again and like, real thick. (I don't think my perceived thickness of the cord has and real correlation with how strong the connection is. It was just thicc) this time though, the cord was connected at the chest instead of the third eye. So i was like, ??? But my guide didn't give my any sort of helpful input (my guide likes to watch me suffer in my confusion. I'm sure of it)

Anyway, cord like that and then yoobi gave me a headbutt to connect at the third eye. Idk why he gotta be like that :( istg next time he's gonna flick my forehead or something.

I was like "cool cool cool. I want to do the reading now pls" and idk how to explain the energy other than sassy. You know? Blah blah blah I'm thinking, "I don't remember him being so cheeky but maybe I've been gone long enough for him to level up into his final sass monster form"

Anywho, this was intresting because after the little strings were connected and stuff, we plopped down on the floor. And it was like everything I was doing irl was being mimicked infront of yoons energy? So we were sitting facing eachother and I was putting the cards down between us?? Usually that doesn't happen but it was kinda fun!!

Moving right along. I first asked if there was anything he wanted to say or needed to get across and it was 11. Now, 11 has come up before and I'm still not to sure what it's in reference to? My best guess is possibly he's been seeing 11:11 or that it's 2? Idk let me know if you have any clues lol. Other stuff was just kinda banter and stuff.

So so so.

The reading. First thing I asked was how he was doing. And I shuffled his preticular way (when I ask a question I always ask for the energy to tell me how much to shuffle or when to stop. For yoongi it's always 2-2-2. So 2 bridge shuffles, 2 hand shuffles and then split the pile in 2. That's why I think 11 might be 2 to him?)

The cards we got are ace of swords rev, justice,the heirophant rev, the empress.

So based off this I was like okay. I want to pull clarity cards for the two rev cards to get a better picture so I pulled the emperor rev for ace or swords rev and strength rev and wheel of fortune rev for the heirophant rev.

Starting with the ace of swords rev, and the emperor reverse. It seems like yoongi has been re thinking his relationship to control in his life. That's he's possibly noticing any unhealthy needs to control his life and the situation around him. It could also refer to his judgment being clouded by a rigid approach.

With the justice card it makes me think that he's possibly considering a big choice in his life or that he's really doing some deconstructing of his own views. This second idea fits in well with him getting clarity on some possibly unhealthy control issues in his life.

Now. The heirophant rev, strength rev and wheel of fortune reverse. This was intresting to me bc they are all major arcana. The heirophant rev can really talk about no longer needing outside approval and making your own way in your own time bc you are your own teacher. Strength in rev I kinda read as self doubt and feeling down in this case. Like a lack of confidence in himself and his abilities. And the wheel of fortune in reverse I took to mean as his breaking cycles. All together these cards kinda paint a picture about wanting and trying to break a cycle of self doubt and self limiting beliefs and learning more about himself and why he think what he does about himself and searching through everything for truth. It's really good!! In short he's doing some nice soul searching and trusting himself to guide his own way through this self discovery!

The empress! This card seems to pop up for yoobi a lot and I think it really speaks to the abundance that surrounds him! Not just money but the abundance of creativity, love, friends ect.

Now now now. I asked him if there was anything that he wanted to tell us about himself or bts or what's happening in the near future. For that I got 2 of cups, king of wands and 3 of coins.

So the 2 of cups is partnership. Usually romantic. Could be pertaining to the may 13th thing that is ever present lol but I'll get to that later. With the 3 of coins talking about teamwork, this could definitely hint at collaborations coming up!! That's the vibe I get. No one crush my dreams. And for the king of wands it could be talking about taking the reigns on a new project and starting to get it done. Like a new opportunity. This could be a new bts project like starting a new campaign or new venture or maybe personal like the a mixtape or doing more songs for other groups ect.

I had to ask him how he was feeling about the grammys. I had to. Had to. The cards were ace of wands, 2 of wands and death reverse. When these came flying out I could help but smile. Yoongis energy was almost giddy too!

Witht he ace of wands

It's that spark of creativity and inspiration. It's that feeling when you get super excited over some new thing. I think this is the perfect example for feeling reinvigorated. The 2 of wands takes that spark from the ace and tries to funnel that excitement and newness into something directional. Using that burst of creativity to start planning for future progress!! Its so nice to see that! If they don't win (IF) you bet we're gonna get some bangers about a corrupt system. If (WHEN) they do win we'll get bangers about how thankful they are to have gotten where they are in spite of a corrupt system. I just want to hear an uncensored version of yoongi being like, "HOLY FUCKING SHIT, WE DID IT BITCHES. FUCK ALL YOU BASTARDS THAT SAID WE COULDN'T."

I can dream....

What a nice dream.

Now I asked if there was anything yoobi wanted to say to us as in advice or comfort or anything like that and I got, Clearing negativity, make time for self care, when I'm tuned into the energy of abundance I become abundant. when I'm in a state of appreciation im in vibrational alignment with my true love nature. The world rev, 2 of swords rev and that project, that person, that idea is waiting.

Awe. Take care of yourselves!! Make sure to take time to enjoy what you like and try not to let any negativity get in the way of you enjoying your days. The world rev to me seems to be talking about seeking closure on the things in your life that have been impacting you. Tie up those loose ends so you can move foward without triping over yourself and 2 of swords rev I think talks about information overload and being kinda indecisive bc of that. Take a sep back to evaluate the situation at hand because sometimes it's so close you can't see what you're looking for. Those of you who are studying and getting frustrated because you just can't seem to get it, try taking a step back and doing something to take care of yourself and come back to it so you can approach with a clearer mind. Try not to get stuck or paralyzed by choice but if you do get stuck, take some time to detach yourself from the situation and come back later!

A fair few people wanted an update on yoobis soulmate as well. If you need a refresher here's the run down. Yoongis soulmate is impossible for me to read, yoongi is a smug ass and I'm nosy and probably a little dumb.

Now that that's cleared up

I asked, "am I missing something?" (As to why I can't connect and why yoongi won't give me answers.)

I got queen of cups, magician and the high priestess. I read this as him being like, "yeah dude, you aren't woke enough"

YOONGI just give me answers pls. The high priestess is intuition and sacred knowledge, the magician is manifestation and the queen of cups is also intuition.

At this point I was like, okay you little shit, can you at least tell me how your soulmate is doing? Can you do that for me?

2 of cups, 2 of pentacles, 9 of wands and knight of wands. 2 of cups is partnership usually romantic, 2 of pentacles is priorities and managing them, 9 of wands persistence, knight of wands motivation for a new thing. His soulmate last time was in the process of going through some shit and figuring it out and it seems like now they've got a better clue of how to move foward and are currently heading towards good things/ important things in their life (possibly like working towards dream career or had an idea for a business the want to start or field they want to go in.)

I was thinking about the next question when this popped into my head, "if you know about your akashic book, do you know about your soulmates? Have you read it?" I used my pendulum. No movement at all. What so ever. "Are you listening to me?" Yes. "So answer my question please" No. "Do you like to watch me suffer?" Maybe. "Do you know the answer to the question" yes.

YOONGI WHY

This cheeky son of a bitch.

Now I was like, fuck it. Imma ask him the big boi question.

"Is your soulmate present when I do these readings?" Yes.

WHY THE FUCK CAN I NIT PICK UP ON IT???

I had to take a deep breath dude. Yoobi is testing my nerves.

"Are they hiding their energy?" No.

I was actually gonna combust. This makes no sense.

I asked yoongi if he would tell me what I'm not getting. Silence. So i ask my guide.

"lol ur dumb"

Watch me Google "how to fire your spirit guide"

Istg this feels like some dumb prank. Maybe I'm just genuinely oblivious to his soulmates energy or maybe I'm just doing something.

What do you want to bet that his soulmate is just hiding under the platform and I'm too stupid to notice or some dumb thing like that.

yoobi, sir, why must you do this?

I decided to continue.

"What message or thing have you learned from your soulmate recently that could be valuable to us?" I got healthy communication in relationships and deep replenishment.

Good to know you can have a nice communicative relationship with your soulmate bc I CAN'T.

I'm petty about it, sue me.

The message does stand though. Good communication and taking proper rest to replenish yourself.

Now I had to ask yoongi directly what he thought of may 13th.

I got the lovers, 7 of swords, the magician and judgement. The seven of swords was intresting and it makes me think there's some extra stuff at play here too. 7 of swords is about getting away with something and deceit. The clarifier was the magician.... this could mean a lot honestly. It could be that maybe yoongi will have his relationship exposed or possibly that maybe him and his soulmate meet but yoongi is disguised? Idk how that would work at all but I'm stumped. There's a lot of variations that this could be. The magician is about manifesting and having everything you need to create what you want. This could possibly mean that maybe he gets a sudden idea that's like, "oh I have to go here right now. Its super important" eventhough he has practice scheduled. So that would let down his team but he would be following his path and it might lead to him meeting his soulmate? Maybe vice versa? Idk let me know what you think??

With the judgement its about inner calling and kinda like the peak. Like shit has been leading up to this moment. With the lovers too it does seem like a union?

I asked him, "but like what's gonna happen on the 13th thought and I got the 10 of cups. Divine love, bliss, alignment, happy mushy gushy shit. This is why I'm so inclined to think that they'll meet on the 13th or things will get serious or their paths finally cross. The cards seem to heavily suggest that.

My dude. Yoongi is really sappy, pass it on.

For the last question I asked yoomgi if there was messages/ advice he had given to his soulmate that we might benefit from.

First step, open your third eye, open your heart, sign from heaven, open your arms to receiving.

A lot of opening lol.

It's good advice though learning to be open and receptive and taking that first step in tackling life or any situation.

Oki. Now for the disconnecting. It was not nearly as strange as it has been in the past. I was just like thanks dude. Again, happy birthday blah blah and I got up to leave. I noticed it looked like we were in sitting in one of those old plastic hoola hoops? Like the pink and yellow ones lol. As I was looking at and and like??? Off to the side the numbers 13, 28, 54. Obvi 54 isn't a date and then I the last yoongi check up there was book pages and I feel like 54 and 28 were the pages?? I'm not actually sure as I'm writing this so I'm gonna check.

Yep I checked. They are the page #s.

So that's intresting.

Other than that though I just kinda left and he was like, "bye" and that's all.

Not as cool as other yoongi adventures but equally as frustrating.

TLDR

Yoongis doing pretty okay and he's a cheeky little shit. My guide like to watch me suffer and yoobi is mushy gushy squishy.

Happy day of birth Syub!!

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[suresimon]

{george robinson, twenty-eight, cis man, he/him} || simon orwell is a mutant with the ability of hellhound physiology. they’ve been in new york for ten years where they spend most of their time as a novelist. when i think of them, i think of hellfire of the holy, finding blessings in curses, the sun shining on a grave.

it’s’a me, a’may’rio ! new muse who dis want 2 make a disclaimer that i am not paraplegic. while i’ve been doing a lot of research so i can portray his disability as accurately and sensitively as possible, if y’all ever see me doing sumn wrong!! pls feel free 2 call me out on it!! research is not quite the same as experience

QUICK FACTS:

full name: simon george orwell (luv that for him)

date of birth: march 14th, 1969

zodiac big three: pisces sun, libra moon, sagittarius rising

gender & pronouns: cis man & he/him

sexual orientation: bisexual (pls let it be known that he can still feel pleasure)

enneagram: 4w3

mbti: infj

temperament: phlegmatic

ability: hellhound physiology

affiliation: brotherhood

alias: cerberus

various inspirations: tbd !

BACKSTORY:

triggers: brief mention of alcoholism, paralysis (paraplegia), i still forgot the word for kids getting kicked out akfjdsl

born and (mostly) raised in north carolina, for some years, simon never knew ‘want.’ it wasn’t that his parents were rich -- nothing of the sort -- rather that his mother would do anything for her sons and daughter. 

their father was not quite as doting, spending more of his time drinking his hatred away than hanging out with his wife and children. if he didn’t... who knows what would happen!

that said, simon was raised to believe that mutants were a species to be feared. ‘they’ll look at you with blood-thirsty eyes,’ so said his mother. but it was not for general hatred -- her own mother had been killed at the hands of one, a brotherhood member, and she’d been left with permanent scarring on her back. his father, on the other hand, simply wanted something he was allowed to hate.

so imagine how unfortunate -- in many ways -- simon found himself when his brother, ian, dared him to dive into a pool using their tiny trampoline... and he ungracefully followed through and dove into the water that was... much shallower than he had perceived. a terrible sensation spread, and then...

his mutation came forth, randomly and suddenly taking the form of a hellhound as a trauma response. in this form, his spine was immediately healed, but when he was quickly and involuntarily snapped back to his original form? to a human? nothing.

the doctors did all they could, but when he came to and they’d given up, he found himself completely paralyzed from the waste down with limited mobility in his arms. he could move his hands. he could move his head. he could move his neck. he could move his forearm. and, with concentration, he could move the rest of his arm. well enough to not be considered quadriplegic!

fortunate that his parents had not seen his transformation, unfortunate that he had no clue what had happened. fortunate that he could move like normal when in his new form, unfortunate that he turned any time the slightest pain was felt in one of his non-numb/paralyzed areas. finally, his ian told him his own secret: while their sister was human (as far as they knew), he was also a mutant. biokinesis, the ability to manipulate life. quite strong, quite invisible.

he told him of this organization -- the brotherhood -- that believed in mutant superiority... to which simon was like ‘didn’t one of those mutants scar mom and kill grandma?’ to which... he confirmed, but waved off. ian was considering joining, if he could find a way, and he encouraged simon to do the same.

that said, simon still had a deep-seated fear and slight hatred towards mutants. it wasn’t something he found himself able to believe in until he was sitting in the family room, watching some program that he can no longer remember, and felt a burn on his hand from his sister accidentally dropping a hot plate. 

hyperbolic trauma response: he turned into a hellhound. his parents were terrified, his sister was curious, and ian... had an odd look of pride. to make things worse, he accidentally used a subpower he didn’t even know he had and induced fear. when he was human again, his loving mother insisted that he leave. and, just to prove a point, ian used his powers -- something he had honed much better than simon -- to rot the apple on his sister’s tray (and she just looked more pissed off than afraid or angry at the two).

somehow, they found themselves in new york. with a wad of cash and unfulfilled dreams, they settled down. ian was forced into the role of his caretaker (which is why he’ll remain an npc, rip), something that felt somewhat humiliating at first but... after a while, just natural.

ian aided in simon honing his ability. and when he finally did? he’d now garnered enough hatred in his heart to truly consider his brother’s suggestion. unlike his brother, he wasn’t murder-happy, but remembering his parents... thinking about all the ways others thought of him in his hellhound form... thinking about the essex house and how that could’ve been him... thinking about the way he was actually fortunate to have the ability -- how his world would be so small without it... 

as kind of an aside, he purchased a dictation recorder to begin spilling his guts a la novels. fiction? sure! based on real life? sure! non-fiction? ...masked as fiction, sure! and, while it wasn’t the steadiest income, he would... occasionally lie and say he was related to george orwell... which would encourage publishing companies to sign, and encourage even more people to buy his novels.

five years ago, he joined the brotherhood with ian. while he isn’t too fond of murder, in his hellhound form, his predator instinct amplifies his hatred tenfold. as a hellhound, he’s so down for murder! and as a human, he’s... down for ranting about them and helping come up with plans.

CONNECTION IDEAS:

his sister ! i love family connections. with his brother being his caretaker, i pretty much have to leave him as an npc, but i think his sister would be really fun ! could be a mutant, could just be curious and... not furious. she clearly did/does not hate them to the same degree as their parents, something that simon and his brother picked up on.

brotherhood besties ! give him some people from the brotherhood who are like ‘yeah, i’m down with murder, but i’m not down down. i feel u!’

brotherhood peer pressure ! they think it’s pretty lame that he’s down for helping with the plans, but has to actually go into his hellhound form to be down with murder :\

neighbors ! he lives on the first floor of the silverhouse apartments. quite frankly, these are the people who probably know him ( in his human form ) the best.

friends from when he first arrived ! as it says on the tin !

fans of his books ! maybe they believe he’s a distant relative... maybe they don’t... but either way, they like his books.

exes ! he doesn’t have the chance to get into many serious relationships, but these two provided him with that. he felt desired... which was nice. no matter what terms they’re on, he’ll always be thankful for that. ( 1/2 )

open to so much more ! besties, ppl who ask him too much so he likes 2 lie 2 them, ‘so if you’ve got hellhound physiology, does that mean hell is real?’ ‘idk!’, etc, etc, HERE FOR IT ALL!!

@c23intros​

#c23intro #gonna post his task in just a few!! #and i am SERIOUS abt calling me out bc again. research is not the same as experience.

[jiyoows]

𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚 // 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚 // 𝙗𝙞𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙮 // 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨

howdy 🤠 i’m back with another disaster that also happens to be a leader. introducing seo jiyoo, or more recently sungah of dandelion. i gave a little overview of her life and a few facts about her as jiyoo and as sungah. (once again, i’m trying my best to keep this short) feel free to message me to plot or leave a like and i’ll come to you!! i gotta finish some of her pages cause i procrastinated like the clown i am, but i’ll be around.

brief overview

- jiyoo grew up in seoul to pretty strict parents. tbh she wasn’t the ideal child they wanted but boy did she try her best to become that. adding onto that, she was the only child as well, which didn’t really help her as much as it should’ve. - she was very active growing up, participating in what every activities she could. she wanted to do everything and constantly learn enough to get good enough at it. - was scouted at a school festival, but her parents were against it. she went against their judgement for the first time in her life and went to the auditions anyway. - made it into yuseong entertainment at the age 12/13. trained there for four years with the members of etoile. she still had a lot to learn, so she didn’t get to debut. - auditioned for several other companies, but went to wishbone label after hearing how a member from ladybug went there. - her audition went horribly wrong but somehow made it into the company. trained for another 4 years before debuting in dandelion.

as sungah of dandelion

- to the public, so far she’s perceived to be like a cool, younger sister. also recognized for the potential she has to be a top vocalist in the future.  - she is more of a friend than a leader most of the time since she’s pretty laid back when - it comes to most things, but she also serious/strict when needed. - when it comes to dandelion, she cares a lot. she’s always making sure they present the best versions of themselves whenever they step out into the public eye.  ^ she won’t get upset about any mistakes, this just means she’ll be constantly fixing stray hairs and stage outfits and making sure everyone is on the same page. - loud. she’s unintentionally loud for some reason. heavy footsteps and a tendency to make whole bunch of noise regardless what she’s doing.  - funny? she’s pretty amusing to watch, but 9 times out of 10 her jokes aren’t funny. one of those people who aren’t intentionally funny. - loves talking and listening to other’s experiences. catch her engaging in conversations just for fun.  - tbh just wants to have fun and enjoy life while guiding dandelion to stardom.

as seo jiyoo

- does not have any interest in having more than what she is given. it comes from accepting the fact that she’d get the bare minimum.  - loves being surrounded by people and gets lonely easily. therefore she’s rarely by herself for long. - clings to anyone that shows her a fraction of attention. idk there’s something about not receiving enough attention as a child that plays a part in this. - not the best with comforting/giving compliments (unless it’s phoenix/dandelion), so try your best to not get her involved in any situations that may require it. - even though yuseong entertainment has managed to get rid of her as a trainee, she still lingers around to bother their artists. and by their artist she means anyone - holds grudges and is petty. pls she’s childish and gets upset over anything. most of the time she gets over it pretty quickly depending on what it is. - definitely is that one friend who doesn’t know how to shut or nor how to stop singing. - is she dumb or is she just shameless? once again idk, but you can be the judge of that by the interactions.

a few plot ideas idk i’m still trying here. probably will add more idk

- mc partner! jiyoo is currently a mc for music bank, so if anyone wants to join her, that’s open

- she’s talking and talking, and somehow roped you into joining her to go somewhere

- give me anyone in phoenix... i’m sorry she’s a hardcore ruby.

- actually, sorry to anyone who was in yuseong the same time as her. she probably lingers around them, especially those in etoile.

- anyone walking in on jiyoo... being jiyoo and questioning how she became the leader of dandelion

- she’s bad at dancing, so she asks for help... your muse agrees, but it wasn’t known she struggled that much.

- someone asks her for her ideal type, and she panics and says your muse’s name instead of her typical answer.

- you bring up heart attack to her, causing her to scream and run away. the next time you two meet, she’s embarrassed but doesn’t regret it at all.

- a best friend that is her platonic soulmate. pls she needs friends 🥺

- casual friends she made over the years as well!

#ws:intro #:))) please love jiyoo she's .... a work in progress that managed to debut

[thetaoofbetty]

i put your ask under the cut, doll: 

i get that not everyone have to like betty, i do. but i’ve seen people making stupid jokes like “archie choose ronnie because betty’s p*ssy smells” or they just compare betty with other riverdale women.—you’re absolutely right and i understand that it’s a response to the b/a fandom being nasty about veronica, but as a bughead who also supports v/a, it’s not something i particularly appreciate. i would never say that about veronica if j/eronica was a thing and jughead bounced from her back to betty. 

and trust me, i understand that a lot of bugheads dislike archie and make fun of him but women flat out degrading another woman just isn’t something i want to see, especially when women already get it from all sides. when the call comes from inside the house, it’s even more disappointing. 

i know that most of them are joking but it stopped being good natured really quickly. 

idk why they put them against each other, and for what? because a men??? i still see veronica vs betty wars. and it end up always with racist comments towards ronnie or inappropriate comments towards b for just being a woman.—it’s always been okay in this fandom, and sometimes encouraged, to hate on betty. this isn’t new. i used to see long lists of all of betty’s perceived crimes that were mostly just a giant list of: this basic bitch annoys me and i’m going to wrap up all these opinions in buzz words for attention. 

are the b/as racist towards veronica? oh for sure. some of the stuff i saw was horrible and disgusting and i’m a little horrified by how nasty they’re being about her. 

the response to punch down on betty instead of, say, just being petty about archie choosing veronica was pretty telling but it is what it is. 

i think at this point I understand that not everyone can like betty, but aren’t these comments a bit too much?—i’m sure some people don’t think it’s a big deal. i thought it was a bit much and i can only imagine what would happen if any bugheads talked about a woman on the show the way people talk about betty. 

as a betty fan this makes me so upset especially since these comments comes from something that involves a man.—it always circles back to a man somehow, doesn’t it? it’s got to be veronica’s fault. or betty’s fault. they’re so busy being nasty about the women that the fact that they’ve put their preferred men on unreachable and unearned pedestals seems to be totally ignored. 

i mean ut was archie who choose ronnie because he’s in love with her, now why betty has to be the one who gets the blame? why (especially) va fans have to make fun of b?—she’s the easy target. if they make fun of archie, well, that’s half their ship, isn’t it? on both sides. once you add in that there are some bugheads who will almost trip over themselves to prove that they know betty sucks to collect their own points instead of just shipping what they want because it’s fiction and none of it needs a justification, you’ve got a bunch of people willing to throw her under the bus at every turn. 

i mean, come on, look at the way everything she does gets picked apart but other crimes on a show where murder is the plot du jour? suddenly it’s a tv show, it’s not that deep, it’s riverdale, etc, etc. 

rules for b, not for thee. 

isn’t it enough for them the fact that a choose v? and why with ba fans veronica is the one who gets the hate? why archie’s always the good boy here?? this makes me so upset :((—it should be enough that he chose v and that betty chose herself. 

pls excuse the tangent below but a lot of fandom stuff in regards to women comes from many directions: 

the way people will ride or die for fictional dick is just the way fandom goes. that there’s also now the culture of shipping as activism (thanks, tumblr circa 2015 for opening my eyes to that phenomenon) that not only includes people acting as fanpolice if they think you’re doing it wrong—which also seems to include ignoring what bipoc shippers have to say—there’s a lot of being derogatory towards the way other cultures tell stories and ship when it doesn’t meet whatever westerner standards they’ve applied to it. 

which, all of it includes a lot of misogyny in the way that there’s still an air of people feeling like they get to tell women what’s best for them. so glad we’re still doing that in 2021. 

#besos! #anonymous #anti-barchie #i guess for the mention #but it's not specifically about that #fandom negativity

[moderngirlmp3]

ok so there technically is private browsing on safari, but there was a restriction on my phone a few years back. and now. nobody can figure out how to remove it so,, to google chrome it is fhsdlkfj

HGLSDKJF. first off, i will spiritually go backyard camping with you bestie. second, yeah !!!! there have been so many sightings of bears that just. walk around in driveways and backyards and shit. everyone has to put their trash bins out at 5 in the morning if they don't want bears or raccoons or whatnot getting it!! thank you <33

that is so valid dude, camping via fic is very cool !!!! why get bitten by bugs and not have access to a proper bed and everything when you can just. leave out that part and make your favorite characters do it!

OH MY GOD. I LOVE THOSE. :/ uh *panics in aspec and i don't know what qualifies as a crush* y eah... middle school crushes ammirite? aha. GOOD LUCK LMAO !!! that's a wonderful sounding playlist, such a mood. crime time crime time !!! honestly all your playlists sound very cool and very vibey.

FHSDKLFJHJKSDF you've very valid, little kids can definitely make you want to dropkick them. "wow. i want to kick you into the sun." i really want to start saying this to my siblings now god-

those are nice career choices!!! good income too lmao. orangesssss. oranges are great and so are the people who draw oranges <3

oooooh !! i hope you find it even if you don't like star wars fshdjlf. and !!!!!!!!! yes, lost stuffed animals is a perfect choice.

oooh ok. so i haven't actually been in this liminal space, but a laundromat at 3am. where you can sit inside and it's quiet and peaceful, and it's dark and almost silent outside, but it's warm inside from all the generated heat. either that, or a supermarket at midnight. uquizzes my BELOVED. i love being perceived, and especially the ones that have long paragraphs that make you sit back and just. oh.

i do watch youtube a lot!! even if it's just music videos or coming out tiktok compilations. it's pretty easy to find a video to play in the background while i write, or do something else. i actually don't have that many playlists, because i listened to music via youtube for a while (i know, it was. not my proudest time). but i have one called "idk here are some sad songs" and i have literally three songs on it, because i kept meaning to add more and then i'd forget. and i have one called "alone sometimes" and i have fanart of bo burnham's inside as the cover.

if i met my clone? i honestly have no idea. probably uhh,, idk. i'd be able to see myself the way other people do, i guess, so that's pretty cool. !!! i would do duets with my clone, using my trumpet. or i'd go play tennis with my clone, because i need to play more tennis. that's pretty boring but i can't think of anything else rn fsdhkjfk. honestly, i think thunderstorms are very nice. my dog doesn't like them tho, so that's taken some of the appeal out of them. but otherwise, i can listen to music and read and it's pretty vibey.

what would you do if you met your clone? how do you organize the apps on your phone? if you had a day to yourself, entirely to yourself, where everyone else is frozen, what would you do? favorite kind of videos to watch on youtube? - 🌵

oh wait okay that happened to one of my friends too!! yeah they couldnt undo it either. have fun lmfao

SPIRITUALLY GO BACKYARD CAMPING PLS ILYSM. that is so sweet. bet. okay. im. im losing it over the bears. please i can't... bear... it...

okay no honestly thats such a mood i literally no longer have any idea whats a crush. like for me romantic and platonic are so closely intertwined so its like. ??????? panic help and then half the time i just assume it's romantic and half the time i just assume it's platonic. coin flip at this point.

please say that to your siblings. i will say it to mine as well. sibling affectionate bullying solidarity.

LMAO right. younger me had more hope for my future than i do now.and yes omg oranges are so great

OOOOH A LAUNDROMAT AT 3AM DUDE THAT'S SUCH A VIBE. oh my god i love supermarkets so much actually. yes. and so true uquizzes are amazing. yes exactly. you get it.

ooooh okay those sound like good vibey playlists!! i like em :D and dw im only judging you a little for that youtube music era

you'd. you'd do a trumpet duet or play tennis. please this is the best thing ever you're actually so iconic i can't. oh my god. you'd do a trumpet duet or play TENNIS WITH YOUR CLONE ?? ISJMDF SKFHAOGJKASFHDJKL. amazing. yeahhh thunderstorms are great :D

if i met my clone i'd probably. uh. take a bunch of photos (not selfies with both of us) just to find out what angles i look good at. and then i'd have my clone try on a bunch of my clothes (our clothes?) so i can see what i (we?) look good in. and then i'd confuse the shit out of people. it woudl be great.

oh my god okay so honestly there's no organization system but i do use shortcuts and widgets and i made it really really aesthetic and pretty so there's that. i'm very proud of it lmao.

oooooh tbh i'd probably binge netflix or steal from barnes and noble or just like. vibe by myself. idk.

oh gosh i have no idea. i barely watch youtube anymore but i guess uhhh.... i like video essays/some commentary things. idk.

if you could try any one thing right now, something you've never done before, without any risk of danger, what would you do? can you keep plants alive? do you have a favorite flower? bookstores or libraries?

#plu answers #a-mere-chaotic-queer #🌵anon