#this is purely for science purposes only

[hitohitonika]

Are we not gonna talk about how Law has to be good with his fingers..

#i have a clean pure mind #for science purposes only #one piece #law trafalgar #one piece law #trafalgar law

[bwambiee]

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

this lil’ drabble is inspired by the lovely @zeijias ♡ her drabble of isagi being a perv while pretending to be a goody two-shoes just scratched my brain so right i had to add on to the agenda! pls check out her works they’ve got me blushin’ ૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings ꒱ྀིა smut ⸝ drabble ⸝ fem! reader ⸝ isagi being a perv ⸝ mean isagi agenda ⸝ aged up chara’s (21+) ⸝ dirty talk ⸝ mentions of face-sitting

campus crush yoichi is just the sweetest boy in your psychology class, who you just found out is an exercise science major and he’s got the prettiest sapphire eyes you’ve ever seen. classmates turned best friends came easily to you two even if sometimes you both could see that the line is slightly blurred from how impeccably close you two are. after spending every waking moment together in freshman and sophomore year, it’s like muscle memory for you to run to him at even the smallest ounce of juicy gossip, tugging his sleeve as you look up into his eyes and nuzzle into his arm as you explain the drama of a recent friend, or how you complain over your classes whilst wearing his hoodie. but who could blame you? he was sweet and understanding, and felt like home. but it was clear that you two had something. and the both of you didn’t have the guts to act on it yet.

of course you only see what’s on the outside, goody two-shoes isagi who sometimes walks in late for psych, who always always opens the door for you, who covers your drink at parties when you need to use the bathroom and even bends down so his ear is at level with your face so he can hear you over the booming music, who always buys you your favorite drink or snack before your morning classes start because you stayed up a little later than normal and he knows you haven’t had breakfast yet. he was just so pure and flawless you could never guess that he was secretly eyeing you like the last piece of candy at a sweets shop. especially when you wear that miniskirt that can most definitely show what color panties you're wearing and the curve of your ass if you weren’t careful.

isagi freaking loses it when you stroll up to him all casually, your eyes looking up at him while you bat your eyelashes and flash him that sweet smile, your soft hands tugging on the sleeve of his hoodie as you lead him towards the library so you two can study for an upcoming test. yeah . . . ‘study’. what he’s really studying is how good your legs look when you cross them together, how good they’d look resting over his shoulders when he pounds into your pussy without mercy, growling into your ear about how fucking tight you are, or how good your shoulders and neck would look covered in marks he’d purposely leave on you so that the boy in your statistics class would get a hint that you weren’t meant to be shared with. nothing drives him wild as his thought run amok, dreaming of your plush thighs surrounding his head as he imagines you sitting on his face, pretty pussy dripping honey onto his tongue as you let out soft mewls and whines of his name when he sucks your clit just right, gripping onto your ass cheeks so he can move you back and forth on his tongue as you hold onto his headboard for dear life.

he inwardly groans as he imagines sinking into your pussy, sticking his whole cock into you in one hard thrust as he robs you of every single slither of oxygen when you gasp and do nothing but hold onto him tightly. he’d destroy you, the frustration of playing cat and mouse with you when really he just wants to play house and stop fucking around. the need for his true feelings comes out slightly when he sees you bite the top of your pencil, slightly groaning as you lean in close to him, not-so-subtly showing off how good your tits looked in the top and mention how the barista that had made your latte was cute and he grips his mechanical pencil tightly, digging it into his notebook when he stares at your lips, pursed in concentration, smiling about that stupid fucking barista.

damn tease.

his mind wanders again, thinking about how you’d claw his back as he imagines your tight, velvety walls gripping his cock as he makes you see stars.

“such a tight little pussy YN. All for me, yeah?” he’d pant against your ear. “you think you can keep up this innocent act around me, mhm? you don’t think i can see the little game you’re playing? you can mention another guy’s name in your mouth, but it’s my cock you come all over, and it’s my name you fuckin’ scream.” he growls, gripping onto your hips so he can bully that sweet spot in you and you would let out the most prettiest cry.

“n-no more—nnh!” you would moan. “it’s too much y-yoichi!” you’d whisper pleadingly, watery eyes hazy as your mind would be too fucked out to even form a coherent sentence. he’d do nothing but grin at you and just leans forward, folding you in half.

“t-too much y-yoichi!” he’d mock you with an insufferable smirk, one hand sneaking up to grip your tits and the other on your tummy so he can feel his dick move in and out of you lazily, pussy throbbing around him as his fingers slowly tease you clit in slow, deliberate movements, grunting since he can feel you squeezing him so fucking good.

“don’t be a quitter sweetheart.”

and fire would spread across your oversensitive body, writhing and spasming as isagi robs you of an orgasm that’s sure to send you over the moon.

well of course, you’d feel that euphoric feeling if you’d stop playing cat and mouse.

#ཐིཋྀ◞𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 #𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒌 ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi smut #isagi smut #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #isagi yoichi imagines #it’s been a while since i wrote ! i think i’m a lil’ rusty oops ૮꒰ つᯅ⊂ ꒱ა

[lucidloving]

Here is a familiar picture: a girl surrounded by people she knows opens her mouth and shuts it again, the way one does with a shoe-box of old things that are precious only to the one who owns them. This is a self-imposed silence that emerges from understanding that a braided string, a misshapen crystal, and a blackened eraser stabbed 23 times have no worldly purpose. But with the profound solitude of loving something that no one else loves comes the lifelong necessity of loving that something enough to make up for the solitude. This is an ultimate truth. But most days it will feel like a burden. This is the other ultimate truth.

Sometimes there is a dull pulse in my ears which speaks of the absurdity of gravity: how all things must eventually fall, like apples, like arrow-shot birds, like people who’ve climbed to the top. It is as much a scientific fact as it is a personal doomsday clock (in fact there is a good deal of overlap between the two). But when you bear the responsibility of loving something, you cannot particularly afford to fall. It’s about pride. Or maybe pride is the bandaid-word for shame. Either way, your eraser parodies of Roman dictators are still waiting for you to come home, so come home you must.

But yes, some days, you will not want to come home. For instance, the day you come to the realisation that you exist purely as a convenient concept to most people you know is possibly crushing, depending on the person who inadvertently induces this realisation. Doomsday science pulls you back down to Earth—after years of believing that you’re more than just a figment of other people’s imaginations, your feet finally touch the ground. There is soil caught uncomfortably between your toes. Most people will never know this. In fact, you understand now that most people probably forget you even have toes.

I really believe now that to him, I’ll always be 17 years old, bright in useless ways and clumsy with my mouth and heart and hands. Forgiving to a fault, laughably predictable, and always, always beneath him. And I believe now that to them, I’ll always be a female option before I am my own person. It will never matter to them what I like to read or what keeps me awake at night or what that idiotic crystal meant to me when I was ten. And I believe now that to them, I am just an accommodating, one-dimensional idea attached to a four-syllable word.

They don’t tell you how hard it is to resist throwing out the whole goddamned shoe-box. But you know you’d regret it. Sure, it’s terribly old and it’s kind of musty and useless, but it’s yours. Even if no one gives it a second glance, even if they throw it down and step on it and spit on it, it’s yours. It hurts when they don’t see you as a person. But I am not an idiot who opens her shoe-box to people who don’t want to understand a thing. Closing my mouth is an act of pride, not shame. Precious things should be kept safe for those who love them, and to hell with those that don’t. This is my favourite ultimate truth.

#my writing #prose #poetry #prose poetry #writing #words #my words #spilled thoughts #poem #poems #poems and poetry #aesthetic #art #self love #self confidence #independence #human experience #the human condition #pride #shame

[trans-cuchulainn]

let's be more positive about books for a while! here are some queer historical romance novels that i've been rereading recently that i think do something interesting with making characters feel historical in their mindset and worldview, but are also fairly progressive, diverse queer books that are, frankly, a delight to read

this is by no means exhaustive and to be honest i could put almost anything by cat sebastian or kj charles on a list like this so this is purely the highlights of what i've reread in the past week to take my mind off work, and why i think they're interesting from this specific angle

cat sebastian, the ruin of a rake (turners #3)

this is technically the third in a trilogy but they're only very loosely connected, so you don't need to have read the others if you don't care about knowing who all the background characters are. the others are also good though

why it's interesting: features a character who has had to painstakingly study and learn the rules of polite society in order to claw his way up to respectability, and is now deploying those skills to help another man repair his reputation. shows the complexity of those rules, the social purposes they serve, and the work that goes into living by them, as well as the consequences of breaking them. also explores some of the financial side of aristocracy, and features a character with chronic illness (recurring malaria following repeated infections as a child in india) whose feelings about his illness are very relatable without feeling overly modern.

kj charles, society of gentlemen series.

this trilogy is closely related plot-wise and best read in order. all three explore cross-class romances and characters struggling to reconcile their political views and personal ethics with their desires, in the aftermath of the peterloo massacre, with a strong focus on the political role of the written word. first book is long-lost gentleman raised by seditionists / fashion-minded dandy teaching him to behave in society; second book is tory nobleman submissive / seditious pamphleteer dominant who've been fucking for a year without knowing the other's identity; third book is lord / valet and all the complicated dynamics of consent there with a generous side-helping of crime.

why they're interesting: close attention to the history of political printing and the impact of government censorship and repressive taxes on the freedom of the press; complex ideological disagreements that aren't handwaved as unimportant; examination of trust, consent, and social responsibility across class differences and in situations with problematic power dynamics; most of the characters are progressive for their time without feeling like they have modern attitudes. the second book, a seditious affair, deals most strongly with the revolutionary politics side of things, but all tackle it to some extent.

kj charles, band sinister.

look i'm probably biased because this might be my favourite KJC. it's a standalone about a pair of siblings: the sister wrote a gothic novel heavily inspired by their mysterious and scandalous neighbour whose older brother had an affair with their mum (causing scandal); the brother is a classics nerd. the sister breaks her leg on a ride through their neighbour's estate and can't be moved until she heals so they both have to stay at the house and find out if the neighbour is really as scandalous as he seems.

why it's interesting: discussion of atheism and new ideas about science and creation (very shocking to the brother, who is the viewpoint character); details of agriculture and estate management via main LI's attempt to grow sugar beet, as well as the economics of sugar (including references to slavery); "unexpurgated" latin and greek classics as queer reference points for a character who nevertheless hasn't quite figured out he's queer; material consequences of society scandal

bonus: wonderful sibling dynamic and a diverse cast including a portugese jewish character, which i don't think i've seen in a book before

i will add to this list as i continue to reread both of their backlists! (bc i have read them all enough times and in close enough succession that they blur together in my head unless i've read them very recently)

#néide has opinions about books #kj charles #cat sebastian #queer historical romance

[slocumjoe]

Companions on social media

Cait; Posts gym thirst traps and videos of her working out or getting into fistfights. Can be found in the comments and DMs of women, gay or otherwise. Lots of activity in sobriety and self-help communities. Doesn’t have a lot of followers, but does fundraiser streams for a week every three months she's sober. The money goes to child abuse prevention foundations. Her most recent charity streams had her trying to get all achievements on Just Dance after someone donated 10k requesting it.

Codsworth; self-help videos for people struggling to take care of themselves. How to tidy up, how to take effective breaks, what needs to be cleaned in a house and what supplies you need...very useful, very popular with college students and teens. Once posted a video of him going at wasps with a chainsaw and gained a million subs overnight.

Curie; children's educational YouTube channel that's, somehow, more popular with young adults. Science experiments gone wrong. Think Jackass and Mythbusters hosted by a tiny French woman who approaches everything with the joy and whimsy of My Little Pony. Her most popular videos are her 100k subscriber specials, a series where she goes ghost and cryptid hunting to disprove them and demonstrate the fraudulence you can find behind such things.

Danse; has a Facebook for work purposes. It has a profile photo only because Haylen insisted. Fears the internet deeply, thinks its the closest humanity can get to staring into the void and seeing something blink. Unbeknownst to him, there's a viral video of him teaching a workout regimen to trainees. The comment sections are pure thirst. All of his coworkers know and made an oath to never speak of it.

Deacon; Is the one who snuck into training and got that video. Posted it to r/NextFuckingLevel with 🥵🥵🥵 for a caption. Owns several large meme accounts, all with distinct personalities and lives. Someone tried to dox him after suspicions, but found all accounts had different IPs and info. He's just that good. His Facebook changes profile photo every. Single. Day. He consumes an absurd amount of audio books. Drops CRAZY money on charity streams to make the host do weird shit, like 100% Just Dance. Probably sells feet pics.

Dogmeat; The internet's darling. Nick Valentine's dog who doesn't help with catching bad guys, but with far more important things; Dogmeat cuddles and plays with victims at the scene or in court. Also trained in search and rescue. Much of Dogmeat's page is just Nick sharing important information (hotlines, self-defense, survival tips, et cetera) while petting or playing with Dogmeat. Kind of a McGruff the Crime Dog vibe.

Gage; Facebook that he uses to cyberbully cop pages and Craigslist to offer his...unconventional services (pretending to be your boyfriend at family gatherings to cause drama). His pet lizard, an Argentine Tegu, has an Instagram with 3k followers. The Tegu often wins pet competitions and Gage posts the awards captioned with 🖕🏻💚🦎💚🖕🏻. Works at an amusement park, posts tell-all confessions on Reddit.

MacCready; Facebook with friends and family, posts a lot of Duncan. His YouTube history is videos for Duncan. Lots of Curie's videos. Mac has a Craigslist and LinkedIn, does odd jobs when he isn't working as a security guard at a shooting range. Activite in communities about comics, shows, and video games. Sometimes he'll post a theory about a show or comic and he's usually right. Really enjoys the meltdowns of fandoms when the media takes a nasty turn, even if he's also betrayed.

Nick; Ellie runs Dogmeat's page, Nick just does the talking. As for Nick himself, has some pages for his work (that Ellie also manages) and a Facebook profile to stay in touch with friends and family. Much like Danse, consumes media offline—except for poetry. Most of his screen time is spent on Poetry.com, one of those people that leave comments. He likes how the internet makes information and art accessible. Very peaceful and wholesome internet time.

Hancock; The void that Danse is scared of. Also does streams, but not only for fundraisers. Streams high. Streams himself trying to find his way back to his apartment late at night. Always end up in a fast food joint, trying to convince the workers to unionize. Twitter shitposter until a politician needs cyberbullying. Organizes protests. Extremely active in Massachusetts' political scene, his fans are a force to be reckoned with. Has fistfought his own fans before. Occasionally cancels himself to prove a point. Makes mock apology videos whenever another celeb/influencer fucks up.

Preston; Park ranger and community organizer. Uses Facebook and TikTok to appeal to all ages. Is unfairly good at TikTok dances. Posts safety tips, upcoming event information, etc. Does a lot of work with Dogmeat and Nick. Posts bodycam footage of him arresting people, like shutting down fire-themed gender reveal parties, or poachers. Not a lot of followers, but the bodycam footage goes viral on subreddits like r/Instant_Karma.

Piper; a journalist and blogger. Posts videos of her political rants and makeup/hair routine. Joins Hancock in politician cyberbullying. Makes commentary essays and videos, sometimes book reviews. Appears on podcasts. Her media presence is decently known, but mild. She tries to keep herself distant from it. Despite this, has a good-sized following who appreciate the lack of parasociality. Her most famous video is her trying to find the best coffee spots in Boston.

X6-88; security guard for the Massachusetts Institute of Technology who got stuck running the Twitter when the last guy got arrested on weed charges. Piper keeps DMing for an interview and he keeps blocking her accounts. He has LinkedIn for work. Half of it is redacted and involves NDAs. No other media presence except for one thing; he's an infamous esports cryptid. Across a few different shooter games, a high-rank player called X6-88 (its just his first initial and the numbers on his security badge) fucking curbstomps everyone in the match. He has never died or missed a shot. Never speaks in chat, never in team chat. He's a legend among gamers. For him, he's just relaxing on a Friday night, keeping his senses sharp. Doesn't realize there are compilation videos of streamers raging at him.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #robert joseph maccready #john hancock #X6-88 #porter gage #companions react #i rlly liked making this this was fun #im probably going to do more of these

[cowboymater]

controversial opinion maybe:

I KNOW. i know. hear me out

i saw a couple edits on tiktok of mcspirk to soldier poet king and like. i’m not putting anyone on blast but good lord some of those choices made my head hurt. it’s taken me a couple days to synthesize my reasoning for the superior choice (as pictured above), but here goes:

the problem with assigning characters to soldier poet king comes when you take it at face value, flattening the paradigm to angry-sad-tired or violent-artsy-authoritative. if we want to get down to the root of it, the song is based on the threefold office of christ as priest (soldier), prophet (poet), and king. like i’m not christian, but on a textual level it gives us context: the concept that as prophet jesus gave us counsel and words of wisdom, as priest he sacrificed himself to redeem us, and as king he provides for, defends, and forgives us

maybe the most famous priest/prophet/king (& thus soldier/poet/king) allegory in all of literature is frodo, gandalf, and aragorn. frodo bears the burden, though he wishes he did not need to; gandalf offers words of wisdom and mercy; aragorn is a born leader, on the front lines with sword in hand, ready to die with his men if he must

KING: capt. james t. kirk is the easiest one to place. it is a burden and a privilege, an honor and a horror to have the lives of so many depend upon you to make the right call under fire. he makes the call. he leads the landing parties, he puts himself at the head of the charge because by god he is not about to send his men into a battle he wouldn’t fight himself. he leads—with heart when he can, steel when he must—and people follow him. bones and spock are always right behind because they believe in what he believes in, and more than that they believe in him

POET: bones serves as kirk’s emotional sounding board, his moral peer review. he lends an ear, and the word of an old country doctor who’s seen much and understands more. man has ascended to the heavens, to hurtling through the void in a glorified tin can, and it would be no great hardship to forget that our place in the universe is not that of higher life—we are not as quasi-gods, moving pieces on the great three-dimensional chessboard, but flesh and blood, and we must attend to each other. bones tempers the pure logos and rationality offered by spock; he offers grounding in this age of technology that wrinkles the fabric of reality, offers the kind of emotional intellect that cannot be taught, and has always been sorely needed

SOLDIER: this is the one where you really get tripped up by surface-level analysis. yes, spock is reserved and collected. yes, vulcans are pacifists (as you may recall, so are hobbits, and yet frodo remains the soldier in allegory)

the thing about vulcans, though, is that despite the vegan pacifism, they are warriors. it’s tangled up in their history and their DNA. the koon-ut-kal-if-fee survived through centuries of analytical dogma for a reason; even now, they cannot wholly escape their inheritance of violence. their forefathers ran the sands of vulcan green with blood. they venerate logic and condemn emotionality so that they will not

your average high-achieving vulcan, probably on the path to kolinahr, commits their lifetime to the pursuit of knowledge at the vulcan science academy. it’s a measured, rational decision. a controlled environment, where there will never be any logical reason to resort to violence

spock joins starfleet

he joins starfleet, and pursues knowledge in the vast unknowable universe. there is reason for violence, frequently. and sure, the purpose of their mission is peaceful. it’s true that spock would rather resolution be reached without force. but a soldier needs not want to be a soldier. he only needs go to war

when it comes down to blows, he will match them. he makes the sacrifice play, jumps on the grenade, goes into the radiation-soaked engineering room alone. it’s only logical, after all

spock is there to pick apart the universe, unravel the threads of logic until it all makes sense. bones is there to stitch it up. kirk is the hand that holds it all steady, the gravitational field that binds the people of the enterprise to their purpose. soldier-poet-king, commander-doctor-captain. it’s a story old as dirt, and we’ll keep telling it, i think

edit: my bad vulcans have. green blood

#puts on my “no one understands these characters like i do” hat #spock. (raucous applause) #star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #jim kirk #spock #bones mccoy #character analysis #soldier poet king #the oh hellos #lotr mention #longpost #mcspirk #triumvirate #txt

[redthefortuneteller]

Snake is not a human with snake genes. He's a snake with human genes.

𓆚 𓆚 𓆚 Edit: I've added at the bottom something else I had forgotten about. If you've read this post before, give it a read. Sorry about that! I've made other seperate posts related so that this one doesn't get so enormous. Here are the links: The Island of Queimada Grande The Snake Charming Flute A Pet Snake Feel free to give them a peek if you found this post interesting. These posts are much more brief than this one, I promise you! :D 𓆚 𓆚 𓆚 If you're at all familiar with the 1896 early science fiction novel "The Island of Doctor Moreau" by H. G. Wells, the tittle surely might've brought it to mind. Indeed, I am basing this theory on this novel. "The Island of Dr. Moreau reflects the ethical, philosophical, and scientific concerns and controversies raised by the themes and ideas of Darwinian evolution, which were so disruptive to social norms in the late 1800s."

In brief, Doctor Moreau was an eminent physiologist (read: mad scientist) in London who ended up fleeing Great Britain due to his experiments in vivisection being publicly exposed. Vivisection is, for all intents and purposes, experimentation on live animals. What he accomplished with his experimenting was human-animal hybrids. But it's not as one would assume at first glance (as did the main protagonist in the novel), that he'd turn humans into animals, as is often portrayed in this sort of fiction or even in real-world folklore (think werewolves or berserkers).

Instead, Doctor Moreau turned animals into humans. And unfortunately, through means of extremely painful surgery, which fits in quite well with a dark story such as Kuroshitsuji.

Almost all of the beast-folk are named after "what they're made of". For example: Leopard-Man, Hyena-Swine, Wolf-Man, Fox-Bear Woman, etc… And he refers to them as his children. Children he holds hostage on an island. You know, like an orphanage? The orphanage, which is mentioned in Chapter 192, could very well be "the island" where the Doctor's children were being held at. After all, an island is just like a building where one can be held in, only the walls are a vast ocean. Snake (or Oscar) refers to it as "… a terrible place." and remembering the painful surgery part, I think that's an understatement.

In a 1996 film adaptation that slightly deviated from the original work, the beast-folk as they're called, need to take a serum in order to keep them from turning back into their original form. All except for one hybrid in particular, which the doctor refers to almost perfect or the closest he's gotten to perfection. I feel inclined to mention that in the film someone confronts the protagonist with something along the lines of "What do you intend to do once you get her out of the island? Sell her to a circus?" referring to that almost perfect hybrid. I believe it to be the case that Snake could be the perfect hybrid. The doctor mentions the fact that in turning animals into humans, he could create the perfect human, devoid of its human flaws, devoid of malice. I firmly believe Snake is devoid of malice.

The whole incident with Phelps was nothing but a mistake, and Snake's paying dearly for that mistake as he got his neck sliced in the same place Phelps had the mamba bite.

Whichever the case, the plan was not very well thought through: he was going to kill Smile without knowing the circus troupe was dead and without so much as asking Smile about it. He was going to kill Sebastian too, were he not a demon. As Smile was telling him that he had infiltrated the circus in order to investigate, Snake kept flip-flopping between getting shocked with the revelation that the troupe were kidnapers and getting aggravated, insisting Smile was lying. Probably due to the snakes' chattering each of their opinions. He's confused, but he's not evil. It's clear from his reactions.

The reason I'm bringing this up is because he was acting purely on impulse. Not much thought. Or at least, the thought he put into it wasn't much. It wasn't malice guiding his actions, but a sort of instinct. Snakes don't think much about attacking when they feel threatened. If they feel inclined to do so, they just do. No questions asked. No thinking about consequences.

In the film mentioned earlier, the doctor's office looks like a small library. The doctor is obviously quite literate. However, his "children" aren't.

There seems to be quite a bit of focus on Snake not knowing how to read. First mentioned on Yana's personal blog and most recently brought up in Chapter 195. It was quite common for people to be illiterate at the time Kuro takes place, but there was a focus on Snake from Yana's part, which I only find interesting because of how his snakes were named. After famous writers.

Could the doctor have named the other snakes but not him, as he was the first snake? The Snake. Or could Snake have named the others because he himself didn't have a name? It's funny that among all his family, the one human is simply named "snake" while the ones that would be naturally referred to as snakes are named quite fancifully. It's also quite comical if you consider chapter 51, when Finnian thought Snake was "Mister Oscar" as he introduced himself with "I'm Snake…", "- Says Oscar."

If you'd like to consider going a little further and going a bit crazy on these what ifs: consider that his snakes are the others who didn't make it or reverted back to normal. The panel in chapter 195 (page 7) where Snake has himself a little dilemma (in space!) with all the snakes chiming in in his head? I know it might sound a little out there, but I think the reason those three Snakes are shown naked could be because they're not Snake, they really might be Keats, Emily, and Wilde. Either the Snake-Man hybrids all look the same, or this is how Snake visualizes them speaking, as he himself is a snake like them. The difference is that he can use human speech, so if they were to use it as well, they too would look like him… right?

In fact, he often makes little distinction. He's said this in chapter 202 when Arty asks if he's a snake charmer, to which he firmly responds, "No. Snake and us are family. - says Dan." and "We are all footmen. - Says Goethe." Before this, he says "We're all here. - says everyone." He refers to them as "us". He makes little separation between himself and the other snakes. He understands and talks to snakes because, naturally, he is a snake. And he's the only snake who can talk to humans—the only one who is also human. He's the spokesperson (spokesnake, lol) of the group. Edit: He makes different voices for different snakes. Each snake has their own voice. What if those were really their voices at some point in time? The first idea one gets from Snake is that the snakes are like parts of his personality that he's expressing through them. However, this isn't true (or entirely true) because they do really do communicate with him, as proven undeniably by Oscar sneaking into the castle basement in the Green Witch arc and bringing back information Snake had no way of knowing (and couldn't really explain very well when Bard asked for details).

In chapter 53, he's sneaked down to the cargo to share the food with "everyone" as he says. I always found it a little odd to share human food with snakes, who only eat whole animals. On the plate, there were some leaves. There are no herbivorous snakes; they're all exclusively carnivorous (insectivorous, too). Of course, the lettuce, or whatever it is, is intact. But still, snakes don't eat breaded chicken or liver pâté either… It's just odd that Snake, who's been seen feeding his snakes mice twice, suddenly thinks they'd be interested in this gourmet, first-class dish. I believe he thinks, since it's delicious to him, surely they might think so too. After all, they're all snakes. Could he get a little confused sometimes?

He's also never showed any fear of the werewolf forest while the other servants were scared as they made their way to the village in the Emerald Witch arc. He doesn't seem phased by the idea of wolf-men. He was freaked out by the torture instruments in the village though, meaning some things are scary, just not the werewolves.

Edit: I forgot to mention an interesting passage from the Kuroshitsuji Original Picture Drama live reading from 2015. As far as I know, the script was written by Yana Toboso. It's all done mainly for comedic purposes. However, there's a part where the characters are drinking and chatting and eventually some get a little tipsy. What Snake says in a drunken crying fit is "I'm a snake! I feel better if I drink a lot of sake!" Interesting, isn't it? ;) Go ahead and watch it yourself here if you feel like it: https://youtu.be/xMmrWsHLaqc?si=ozkAfssE_fLOOoaM&t=506

To end I'd also like to call attention to the cover art from Chapter 196. Him being confused about a lemon cake and a lemon tart being different snacks when they're both sweet and both cakes made it to the cover art. He's having trouble grasping how a lemon flavored dessert can be different from another lemon flavored dessert.

I think that sums it up nicely, although I might have forgotten some things. I do apologize if anyone has already made this correlation between this work by H. G. Wells and Snake's possible origins, I couldn't find anything related.

Of course it can all be explained easily by just saying he sees the snakes as family and as "us" because he has a connection to them. However, it's the "how he came to be" part that is my main motive behind the theory.

I put a lot of love and care into this theory and since Snake's flashbacks might be coming up soon, I thought I'd share it just so that it's out there for all it's worth.

Thank you so much for reading. Have a lovely day. Red

#kuroshitsuji #snake #black butler #theory #island of dr moreau theory #Snake is a snake #kuroshitsuji snake #black butler snake

[sunshineluverr]

It's Thursday, let's break up on Thursday • kth

Pairing : Taehyun x fem!reader

Word count : 4k

Genre : fluffy fluff, college au, (attempted) crack/humour, song fic

Synopsis : You're frustrated with your boyfriend's behaviour so you ended up deciding to break up with him on a regular Thursday.

(+ a cute day out with him!)

Warnings : slight angst cause it's about a break up, mentions of food (pork belly and other things), misunderstandings, reader overthinks stuff, some swearing, use of nicknames, slightly suggestive (?? barely just some mentions of it ig)

Few Disclaimers! : This is a work of pure fiction and only meant for entertainment purposes and does not depict anything about the idol or reader in real life

That being said, the website thing I've mentioned in the story is completely made up and even though that particular website exists, it does not read out the same instructions I've written down (for funny reasons)

The bonus scene is just something extra I wrote for fun and wholesomeness and is not that much relevant to the point of the fic. However I'll still recommend reading it, so, enjoy!

Song recommendation :

Biggest red flag :

Being scared of your own boyfriend.

Does that mean the boyfriend is a red flag? No. It's definitely you. Or at least that's what you believe in your head.

It's not been long since you started dating Taehyun. It's only been a month to be exact. Still you have yet to figure out how to act and react in a relationship and 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 with someone like Taehyun.

Taehyun first met you during a group assignment between science & mechanism and physical education students. It was kind of a big deal for your college too, to be holding a project, this large scale.

The two of you kinda seemed to hit off instantly as you were assigned partners and shared your interest in having the thirst for knowledge.

The project was to create a device that will somehow help in boosting physical activity level of an individual. It was a complicated assignment indeed, causing you and Taehyun to work really hard on it together non stop which led to both of you having to be inseparable for weeks.

You ended up always having lunch together, spending breaks together, and always being at each other's dorms. And neither of you seemed to mind the closeness and comfortability that naturally came with spending so much time together.

On presentation day, it was a huge success. So much so infact that the device you both created for your project, was used as an example to other students and juniors. That night you both went all out to celebrate. That night was crazy.

"Oh what's this? Kang Taehyun has brought cake? What about the calories??" you tease him, going through the grocery bag he brought full of things for you two to celebrate.

"Calories are invisible for me when I see stawberry shortcake. Besides, we deserve it" He puts both arms on his waist and gives you a proud smile, you return the gesture, smiling warmly as you nod in agreement.

"Meat meat meat!! Grilling the meat Taehyunnie!" You do a little dance and song while he grills the pork belly for the two of you to eat.

You missed to catch the glimmer in Taehyun's eyes, as he watches you being so excited, he stares fondly because it brings joy in his heart to see you so happy. The two of you feast till you're content and then ended up sprawled on the carpetted floor, stomachs full.

"It's funny that we spent this much time together for merely a college assignment. None of the teams probably took it this seriously" You laugh at the irony and he hums in response.

"Like seriously Taehyun? How did you even get so much free time? Do you even have any friends?" You say in a mocking tone.

"I am pretty sure I have more friends than you, actually" Taehyun says bluntly to your comment. But you're used to his blunt and absolutely savage comebacks at this point.

"Okay okay Mr. popular, you're probably right too." you give a weak laugh

"It's true, I am just a lonely girl and after this, now that the project's over, we don't need to hang out together all the time, we must go our separate ways and-"

You're interrupted by Taehyun suddenly getting up and coming on top of you. You're extremely shocked and fall stiff.

"Um...Tae-"

"Shut up"

"Oh um...sorry." you gulp. That was kinda scary.

"No I mean, shut up about what you said. Take it back. What do you mean we're going separate ways? We can only become closer from this point on" Taehyun says as he is only inches away from your face, yet there is no sign of any emotion on him, as always he is so hard to read.

"If you want to stay friends Tae...we can, I will be more than happy to-"

"Friends? You really don't get it do you?" He says as he closes in the distance, to the point he's practically breathing on your face.

"I like you" he whispers and you surely felt your heart skip a whole beat.

The two of you just stay silent in the same position for a full two minutes. You needed to process what just happened.

You'd admit, you had feelings for Taehyun too, the way he smiles so rare but so pretty, the way he is so passionate and talented about his work, the way he randomly starts doing push ups anywhere and looks so hot while doing them. He was such an attractive guy, but you never took your feelings into consideration as he was kind of your first friend on college grounds. You didn't want to confuse romantic and platonic emotions.

But now that Taehyun, the Kang Cold Taehyun has confessed to you, you felt a wave of confidence beginning to loom over you.

"You like me? I like you too... Should we date?"

You finally give a reply to the boy hovering above you.

He gives away a soft smile then gets up, reaching out a hand to help you get up as well.

"Alright it's getting late right now, tomorrow is class after all"

"Huh what? What why where?"

Before you're able to process anything, Taehyun places a lingering kiss on your cheek and gives you a smile and a wave goodbye and immediately he is out the door.

"Good... night?"

That was the day it officially all began. Taehyun the dreadful boyfriend era.

The two of you never 100% established that you're officially dating, but you're going along with it.

There were quite a few significant changes that confirmed you're dating, like how whenever Taehyun and you walk side by side now, he makes sure to grab your hand. Another thing is he invites you over to eat dinner together basically every other day. It was fun but also nerve wrecking.

But besides the hand holding, You knew that Taehyun is not the best example of a warm and affectionate person, so the lack of touch that comes with being in a relationship was evident. But it still annoyed you so bad, the two of you didn't even kiss yet! What is this? Middle school?!

Something else that bothered you is how much Taehyun doesn't have any opinion on anything. Whenever the two of you eat together or plan to watch something together, he lets you decide every single time. Who does he think you are, some sort of decision factory?!

Another change that freaked you out was : As friends, Taehyun was always so precise, whenever the two of you ate out, you would always perfectly split the bill but ever since you began dating him, he's bought you, your morning coffee, every single day! Even when you refused, he forcibly insisted?? Taehyun would never spend for someone's food like this. It made no sense.

And yeah okay sure, maybe he is an affectionate "would do anything for you" type of guy after all and you misunderstood him? Not! because the most important thing to him is his gym time. This was confirmed by your conversation with him on last Thursday.

* "Taehyun! My evening classes are cancelled! If you want we can hang out a bit extra today! Maybe go to the arcade, have some-"

"Oh today is lifting day. I'll just meet you at our usual dinner time. My place again today?"

"Uh...yeah sure.." *

You were heartbroken! Is "lifting" more important than spending quality time with your girlfriend?!

Oh and yeah the dinner thing probably seems sweet...but he never stays the night! Even if you'd be finishing until 11:30 pm, he'll not let you walk home all alone in the night and go with you to drop you off, but he definitely won't let you stay either!

Every damn thing of Kang Taehyun as a boyfriend confused you. And you've been wrecking your mind to try and figure out the whole dating situation, so you give up. It's just a simple first time dating someone, it's really not that deep, plus it won't be like he would be heartbroken ; so you decide to break up with him, this Thursday. You two were truly better off as friends.

Thus began, the depression arc.

This week you had been incredibly sad, you even missed a few classes and deadlines, especially weird when you're always so punctual and attentive, but suddenly you seemed to lose motivation to do absolutely anything. After barely getting through the first class this morning, you slump on your desk instead of going out for break like you usually do.

"Hey"

You were disturbed from your nap by a poke on the head. You slightly lift up your head to look at the culprit of the person that woke you : who else but Taehyun.

You respond in groans and he sits down next to you, in that empty classroom.

"I brought you your lunch here. Your welcome."

"Don't wanna" you whine

"But you have to. What's up even with you lately?" He asks, sounding confused but mostly, concerned.

"It's your fault!" You speak without thinking, still half asleep.

"My fault? Did I do something wrong? Tell me if I did something to make you uncomfortable"

"No. Bye. Break time is almost over" You're blunt and reject his politeness.

"I'm not going until you eat. I'll feed you myself if I have to." He insisted, stubborn as always

He'll feed you? by his hands? You blush. The offer was so tempting. But you must resist, you can't lead him on by acting lovey dovey if you're going to break up soon.

"I swear I'll eat in the next break, just go okay? I don't want you to be late to a class because of me."

"If you insist" he shrugs in dissapointment. And as your eyes watch him leave the door, they almost get teary, you wonder why.

Today was the day. Taehyun asks to have dinner with you again, so you go along because it would seem too unusual if you refused to have dinner with him. That's literally the one thing you guys do together. And probably the last time you will do it ever.

You realise you're a bit upset that you could lose you're only friend in your college by breaking up with Taehyun. But you assumed that he is a mature man and will probably continue the friendship, going back to the things and how they used to be. Finally.

You were less excited for tonight's dinner though, breaking up seemed easy but it was still a bummer. Even when Taehyun said he'll make fried rice for you, which was special because he would usually make some protein rich, healthy food, but today he was making your favourite. Gosh why today of all days he decided to be so sweet?!

When you arrived at his dormroom, you tried your hardest to maintain that cold aura. You exchanged fewer words, took off your coat and sat on the floor table. Still, Taehyun greets you with a smile.

"I have good news."

Why?!! you wonder, now you bringing the bad news will be such a downer!

"What is it?"

"All of tomorrow's classes are cancelled due to a condolence holiday, we can stay up late! In celebration, I bought cheese tteok and ice cream" Taehyun beams.

Actually this news cheered you also up as well too, like a free day off from school was always something to be happy about.

Taehyun brings in the pot of rice, two bowls and you begin to have dinner. Usually you start the conversation, but not doing so the two of you ate in silence. The uncomfortable awkward-ness started to build up from this point on.

When you both finished, you helped Taehyun to clean up. At the beginning of your friendship, he would strictly refuse for your help to clean up because of his default polite personality but gradually, he got better at taking help from you since how often you'd come to his dorm, you practically lived there. (but of course you're still pissed off about the fact that he never asked you to stay over, though)

As the tidying and dishes were done, Taehyun suggests to play a videogame together but you brutally refused to which he pouts. You can't spend time in bonding with him right now, it's too late. You're about to break up with him any second now.

So you just sit on his couch scrolling through your phone, trying to distract yourself from the sight in front of you, that is, Taehyun doing his after meal work-out session. Even though it was annoying, he looks hot while excercising, so.

To try and find some motivation and ideas, you look up on your phone : "How to break up with your boyfriend?

You take a look at a site called wikihow, seemed suspicious..

" Method 1. Kill them"

You almost choke on air.

": If your boyfriend is dead! The relationship doesn't exist anymore! Super easy plan"

Wow okay um...if that's number one then what's number two?

"Method 2. Burn down his house : He will get too busy in trying to find a new house so he will break up with you himself!"

Is this site...for real????

You change up the text on your search bar to "How to break up with your boyfriend *gently* ?"

This time the results were different and safer. Phew.

Step 1. Compliment him

"Tae, uh you have some nice muscles you know? It's looking good"

"I know. Thank you"

Okay next...

Step 2. Try to start a conversation with him

"Taehyun come here. Can we talk?"

"Sure...?" He comes and sits beside you on the couch.

Step 3. Hug him

You give Taehyun a hug, he seemed to tense up a bit because he was surprised, but quickly returned the gesture, wrapping his arms around you. It was such a nice hug. He's so warm and muscular, yet soft, hugging him feels like the most comfortable heaven. You're going to miss hugs like this

Step 4. Say that you want to talk about something important

"Taehyun, I need to tell you something important"

"What is it? You can say anything to me"

Step 5. Rip off the bandaid!

"I wanna break up" you realise you only think the words and not actually say them from your mouth which lies hanging open. Taehyun watches you, confused.

"I..."

"Is everything alright?"

"I uh.."

"Are you crying?" Taehyun asks as he frowns with worry

"Huh? What? I am?!"

You touch your face and it's wet with hot tears. Sad feelings starting to sink in.

"I'm- I'm sorry"

"Why? Are you okay? What happened?" Taehyun voice is soft and caring as he cups your face.

You give in and start to sob, crying hard. You didn't contemplate the fact just how hard you had fallen for Kang Taehyun. It's true that even though there so many things that bothered or confused you, there were enough factors that kept you wanting more and needing more of him, all the time. He's imperfect but perfect as well and you loved him, you couldn't break up with him, you just couldn't.

"I'm sorry I can't" you sniffle

"Can't what?" He asks wiping a tear

"Can't break up with you"

Taehyun's jaw drops lightly, he really did not expect you to say that

"Who is asking you to do that? It's not like I'm breaking up with you"

"Oh yeah..." you let out, feeling dumbfounded

He smiles, in amusement almost.

You frown and throw a light punch to his arm.

"I'm breaking up with you because you're a terrible boyfriend!"

"I am?!"

"Yeah!" You sob more

"Uh did I do something wrong?"

"Everything! Taehyun you don't understand, this is my first real relationship and you used to be my only friend, so whenever I feel stressed about something on how to act or react as a girlfriend, or how everything is so confusing I cannot ask anyone or rant to anyone because I'm just a sad loner and and-! just! I don't understand anything!"

Taehyun lets out a small laugh and you look at him in confusion.

"Why don't you rant about your boyfriend to me...as your friend?"

"But you are my boyfriend!"

"Pretend I'm not"

"Well..then" you begin, wipping off a tear.

"My boyfriend is so annoying because he always pays for my stuff even though I never ask him to"

"Maybe that's his way of showing his love for you, his love language is acts of service?"

"I suppose that makes sense...But he never lets me stay over! Like we are boyfriend and girlfriend for fucks sake we can sleep together if we want to!"

"Maybe he is scared that if you stay over, his temptations will get to him and he is afraid you're not ready for taking that step so early into the relationship"

"Um well..uh he totally loves gyming more than me! He spends more time at the gym than with me!"

"Maybe if you voice your demands to him, he will comply and spend a lot more time with you, whenever you need"

"But but... he's so distant...we haven't even kissed yet!"

And instead of getting another logical (and wholesome) reply from your "best friend" Taehyun leaned in to press a kiss on your lips. It was soft and warm and sweet. You felt so happy to kiss him.

He separates the kiss and you feel like crying even more.

"Taehyun... you're the best boyfriend ever! I'm sorry I doubted you... I'm the worst"

"Shh shh...do not say that about yourself. I'm sorry if I seemed too careful or too distant. I will try harder for you."

"Me- me too! Taehyun...I love you"

"I love you too." He places another peck on your lips

"And really, you can just ask if you want to sleep over...but don't blame me for what happens after that" he gives you a playful smirk making you blush

"Kang Taehyun you drive me insane!!"

Step 6 : Congratulations! You have broken up with your boyfriend unsuccessfully!

(♡Bonus Scene♡)

"Tyun. Today I will take you out for the best adventure ever!"

"Oh?" he perks an eyebrow at you "but what's the occasion?"

"Hmm just, you'll see!"

That conversation you had with him, this morning, in the bath, while he was washing your hair. It isn't a often thing you two would shower together, but since you've grown so comfortable with him and today you really needed to save some time...

It was the best bet (even though it was so relaxing to the point you would spend the whole day right there but no way that's happening because it will probably be a health hazard)

Taehyun was confused about it all. It wasn't like today was your anniversary, birthday, valentines day, none. But you very specifically asked him to finish all his assignments beforehand, take an absentee from class and spend the whole day with you.

You had even picked out clothes for him by your choice, he was still confused but gladly accepted anything you ask him to do because he trusts you so much.

When he saw that the two of you, actually, matched clothes, like a cute couple pair set of clothes, he nodded and gave you a bright satisfied smile and a peck on the cheek. You're excited to receive those kind of reactions from him all day long because of all the surprises you planned.

Another surprise was that you would be driving! Although you would be using his car, cause you don't have your own. But since he's always the one driving for the two of you so you wanted to give him a break and return the gesture.

"But-"

"No buts! today you're the passenger princess babe, now hop in!"

Taehyun rolls his eyes at your teasing, though his heart flutters at you puttting in so many efforts just for him. He feels so loved and so in love, it's practically too much.

You drive around for a while, your destination clear in your mind. But even if it took quite some time to reach the location, the car ride was far from boring. You had put on a playlist of Taehyun's favorite songs, to put him in even higher spirits than he already was.

When you finally arrived, It was at a park, a hiking park to be specific.

"Wait baby really-? Are you sure you'd wanna do something like this? Will you be even alive?!" It seemed like he was joking but by his expression, he was genuinely concerned for your well being, knowing very well how much you hate any sort of physical activity.

"I'll be fine and we won't go that far so really you don't need to worry" You give a reassuring smile.

And yes, it's a shame you're not as physically energetic and adventurous as your boyfriend but that is exactly why you chose this place, it was perfect because it was completely unexpected. And his excitement was so clear on his face, it was so worth it.

The two of you began moving up the rocky road, hand in hand (or you'd probably fall to your death if he wasn't holding on tight)

The weather being perfect, just as you'd hoped it'd be. Despite your exhausted self, you appreciated the beauty of the hiking park ; there were flowers on every edge and small animals here and there.

As soon as you started recognising the pathway more and more, it was now you guiding Taehyun instead of him guiding you. He was surprised at your sudden enthusiasm but followed patiently nonetheless as you led the way.

You came to a stop to a bunch of trees that had hanging branches. Taehyun gave you a confused pout as to why you stopped suddenly and your heart did somersaults at his precious face.

"So, as we go through these branches, I want you to close your eyes."

"Huh? Why?" gosh he's stubborn as always, you think.

"just! please! or else I'll do it myself with my hands!"

"Okay okay" He finally closes his eyes. You firmed the grip on his hand and dragged him ahead, moving a few bushes and branches with your free hand.

"Okay" you sigh "You can open them now"

Taehyun's big eyes, grew bigger than ever and sparkled more than ever at the sight.

It was a giant tree, decorated with all sorts of confetti, ribbons, balloons, streamers and lights. One of the big branches had a swing attached to it, The swing was also adorable. There was a wide and thick picnic blanket spread across the grass. There was Large carving of yours and Taehyun's initials on the tree trunk. There were even Polaroids of you and Taehyun with tiny sticky notes next to them, bearing sweet messages, stuck on the tree.

It was absolutely beautiful and the most breath taking scene ever.

"So...what do you think?" You ask, expecting some words from your awe-struck boyfriend

"I...I don't know what to say.." Taehyun's eyes glimmered, almost a bit too much. Was he actually.... crying?!

"Taehyun are you-"

He interrupted you by lifting you in the air and twirling you around. "It's amazing. it's the best thing anyone has ever did for me! I love it so much!" He beamed.

His face was flushed and eyes were watery, surprisingly, but he had definitely teared up. Still you didn't ask about it as to not embarrass him and ruin the mood.

"I'm glad you like it!" you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in closer.

"Like it? I love it! I love you!" Upon saying that, he immediately connected your lips, you're fluttering with affection.

The two of you, after hugging and kissing a bit more, finally settled down on the picnic blanket to enjoy the spread of lunch you had prepared. His compliments were endless, even if he wasn't a talkative person, he just couldn't stop expressing his love for you again and again.

"Love, please, would you tell me why all this special treatment you're giving me today? I'm so grateful for it but come on, there has to be something right?!"

"Why? I did it because you deserve it so much my dearest tyun!"

"that's not what I-"

You laugh. "fine fine, I'll tell you why I decided to do all of this, today, especially"

He leans in closer to listen attentively.

"So Taehyun, ready for the big reveal? Today is the anniversary of....'I was almost about to break up with you but I'm so glad I didn't and not doing so was the best decision I ever made' Surprise!"

His mouth was left hung open, unsure of how to feel about that information.

"Oh... really? why don't I remember that..."

You frown. "Geez Taehyun! unromantic as always!"

"Huh??" He's left more perplexed making you burst into laughter at his cute reactions.

"I'm kidding! and technically, it's the anniversary of our first kiss as well so it's on you for forgetting about that!" you give a light punch to his shoulder and he scrunches his face to give a fake dramatic reaction.

"Okay okay I'm sorry for not remembering, I suppose I have to kiss you to commemorate the occasion, so?"

"Hmm. You may." you shrug jokingly, receiving a laugh from him.

He leans in for a soft kiss, and a lot more.

But deep down you knew that you thought of this day as something else really, It was one of the biggest reliefs of your life, for not breaking up with Taehyun. Or that would've definitely been the worst kind of mistake as he's the best person you've ever met and loved and will continue to love forever.

A/n : Thank you so much for reading till the end and I hope you enjoyed this fic!

Thursday's child has far to go is one of my favourite TXT songs so I decided to kind of base a fic on it!

Btw if you saw my last post on here, I finally figured out how to use italics (turns out you can do it on Tumblr itself and I was just very stupid)

Anyways, I hope you have a nice day! And comments, critisism and feedback are highly appreciated! <3

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How to Cheat Death, 10.15.23.

Text transcript: By 2020, everything crashes to the ground. Again. When we say "traumatic", boy, do we mean it. Much of it irreplaceable, all those dead things I'd buried, they will all come back again and again, in the form of vaguely familiar memories. Some of them we begin to warp and change, all these shadow people, pieces of strangers, someone's life invented, imagined, purely by the power of thought. But the brain can't synthesize generations of stars in our Galaxy, doing all they had done. Disembodied intelligences move toward each other and merge, not doubles of one another, not identical, but all lost and gone with death. But this is only the beginning. The human mind is explicitly designed to break down at a certain point. This complex brain a doomed star, the purpose of human intellect defined as almost beyond comprehension. In the near future, the human race is... Older? Smarter? Wiser? We may become the first generation to discover we are not alone in the world. If this ever happens, it will be one of the most defining moments in the history of our species. Are humans all there is? Maybe we are alone, or nearly so. Or are there other beings in the ghostly light inside our bodies, not yet born? You may not be aware of it, the surface electricity of your skin, the optic nerve fibres, the 120 billion nerve connections converted directly into experiences, brainwaves, instructions. This is all changing. They're thinking about merging computers with our brains. Neural implants, nanotechnology, cells that communicate via processing circuits of the brain. Technologies may develop to prolong life, powered by computers with their own sorts of minds and consciousness... ...Maybe science fiction had it wrong. Maybe the first team of computers about to merge there, in that compartment of your brain where inspiration and emotion plays out, will exhibit space for the full range of personality, including our powers for turning dreams into vision, in our strength, our creativity and randomness, disorder, reasoning, tracing, stacking, corralling, framing, our complexity and variation. Implants who have skills, sensory feeling, mental abilities, moral dilemmas, and thoughts. The ability to recall an experience that triggers a memory, memories of places and things, good and strange, even traumatic, to truly resemble their creators. Many will be total show-offs, they can be sneaky, spoiled, socially impinged, violent ringleaders. Others lie, or project, or perform, or kill, or damage, or demand out of conscious work. Some others, as smart as you are— with the same processing power as your adult human brain— never learn from the past before us, because they think they already know. "YOU CAN'T HELP WHO YOU ARE!" The real story is: The past lies to us all and leaves a strange numb feeling, a tension that sometimes never fades. Even machines with 20 or 50 times as much information also cannot process their way out of death. When that time comes, you'll all know. Yet these colorful, radiant brains make it possible to fill the otherwise lonely millennium with an unimaginable symphony of possibilities, the present a billion different geodesic shapes that communicate through electromagnetic wavelengths of colors. From radio (pink and green), to glowing oxygen and X-ray (blue), iridescent fireworks (orange and yellow), blood (red), such a broad spectrum, all of human history, another time, all the same time an experience again. So you ask: what is the difference between the synthetic and physical body? You give this machine an instruction and it hesitates, and says, "Have you thought this through? I'm not sure that you have." You recognize the extraordinary beat of an artifical heart in your body immediately; a sort of love affair with memory. That is what it is to be human. I'm doomed all my life to an odd feeling of familiarity. Why should any barrier, even death, impede it?

#my art #collage art #my collages #and only tangentially if you really get into it: #red vs blue

[fruitymocha]

Laboratory of Love

Starring: Idia as The Creation, Ortho as The Assistant, and You as The Mad Scientist

Warnings: Yandere themes, mental instability, mentions of corpses and general post-mortem shit, violence/violent tendencies, murder, and psychological torment (both self inflicted and from an outside source). I DO NOT CONDONE ANYONE’S ACTIONS IN THIS STORY. THIS IS PURELY FICTION AND SHOULD NOT BE EMULATED. DNI IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 16, ARE EASILY FRIGHTENED, OR DO NOT LIKE DARK/YANDERE THEMES.

A/N: you guys! As of writing this author’s note, Little Songbird has over 90 likes! Thank you guys so much for the interactions, it means a lot, especially since I was kinda worried it wouldn’t be received well when I first posted it. Also yes, I know it’s been a year, but it’s fine, just go with it. This literally has been sitting in my drafts collecting dust since last October, so it’s about time I resurrect this thing (yes this is a purposeful joke). I hope that you guys enjoy Laboratory of Love just as much as Little Songbird, and without further ado…

Round and round we rewind the reel…

Y/N L/N. That is my name. My mission is to investigate the world of the living and find the spark of life.

Unfortunately, the people outside are cold and unyielding to modern science. They are stuck in their old ways, believing my research and experiments to be… sacrilegious.

Hence why my secret lab is hidden away in an abandoned tower. It’s close enough to the city that I can easily acquire modern equipment and resources, but also foreboding enough to keep people away. Or did my reputation do that for me? Who knows.

“Ortho, have you acquired the book?”

“Yes Doctor. The Book of Shadows, as you requested,” The young boy handed me a thick leather book, his fiery blue hair flickering in child-like joy.

“Thank you, Ortho,”

“You’re welcome, Doctor,” I flipped through the pages, hoping to find its alchemy section. “Doctor, do you think science and magic are compatible?”

“There’s only one way to find out, Ortho, and you know what it is,”

“Aren’t you worried about what could happen if you use dark magic?” I sighed.

“Ortho, we’ve been over this,” I said, focused on the alchemical symbols in the Book of Shadows. “I don’t believe in ‘dark’ magic. There’s no such thing as ‘light’ or ‘dark’. Society simply deems ‘light’ to be the ‘safe’ and acceptable type of magic, while ‘dark’ is more dangerous and selfish. But if humanity never trifled with danger, we would never be where we are today. We would still be at Nature’s mercy,”

“I understand now, Doctor. But please be careful!”

“You know I will, Ortho. They may call me mad as much as they want, but I have no death wish. I know how to take precaution,”

Ortho. Another societal outcast. Allegedly cursed with his fiery hair, and considered a bad omen. They said his blue locks were from the fires of Hell. So I took him in as my assistant, and I found him to be quite curious and inclined to help. A perfect job for him. Society may call me many things, but to call me cruel would be untrue.

“Doctor, what do you plan to do?”

“Learn the ways of Nature, and acquire that power for myself,” I said simply

“…why?” I thought about it hard. Then I knew.

“My time in university could not satisfy my thirst, so I will seek out the solution myself,”

“It’s only been a few months since your graduation, Doctor,”

“Yes, and that means all my higher education is still somewhat fresh in my mind, Ortho. It will help me,” I stared off for a moment before something struck me as odd.

“I still don’t understand why you call me Doctor, Ortho… I have not earned a doctorate degree,” I said slowly

“Because I think you deserve the title, Doctor,”

I closed the Book of Shadows, and silently turned to the setting sun out the window.

“Ortho?”

“Yes, Doctor?”

I thought for a moment. Am I sure I want to do this?

I sighed, and said it anyway.

“Where is the nearest cemetery?”

~*~

“Are you sure we won’t get caught, Doctor?”

“To be quite frank with you Ortho, getting caught is a very real possibility. If you’re not up for the risk, you can go back to the lab-”

“No. I- I want to help you,” I sighed while looking at the blue-haired boy.

“Okay. Let’s find some corpses,” I handed Ortho the smaller of the two shovels I brought. “Let’s get digging,” I walked in a random direction, with Ortho following close behind, looking for recently dead, young male bodies.

First Gravestone

We dug down and inspected his body. Unfortunately he wasn’t a good candidate. He died of plague.

Second gravestone

He was missing chunks of skin.

Third gravestone

His head was smashed, face unrecognizable.

Finally, we reached the fourth gravestone. We dug with less enthusiasm and more difficulty than when we started. But all the effort was worth it. The body was tall, skin sallow, head shaved. But his body was unmarked by plague or brutality. He was not rotting… yet.

“He’s perfect,” I whispered to myself.

Ortho and I loaded the corpse onto a wheelbarrow, but not before wrapping it in inconspicuous cloth tied together with rope.

We were lucky not to get caught.

As we made our way back to the lab tower, I thought about what I would do with the body. Create a puppet, perhaps?

No.

Better.

Create a sentient being.

Ambitious, but The Book of Shadows would likely have the power I need.

Now all I needed to do was find the right spell, get the materials, and do what needed to be done.

~*~

With the corpse strapped on the gurney, attached tubes and wires connecting to monitors and rudimentary electrical machines, and Book of Shadows in hand, I was ready to commence my ambitious experiment.

Thunder rumbled and rain pelted outside. I paid it no mind. I had drawn the sigils in my own blood and placed them on different areas of the body, just as instructed. Blood sigils were also drawn and dried upon my palms. Keeping the book open, I read aloud the incantation.

“Withering Corpse, cold as night

Your early death has caused you strife

I avenge your soul, I’ll make it right

I give your body the gift of life”

A blue glow began to radiate within the room, and I could feel the surge of power coursing through my veins.

The rain pelted. I paid it no mind.

The body in front of me became surrounded in a magical blue glow.

The wind shrieked. I paid it no mind.

The sigils on my palms thrummed and the drawn sigils on the corpse pulsed like beating hearts. Ortho looked on in amazement.

The thunder roared. I paid it no mind.

Any signs of the corpse’s state of death seemed to disappear, instead in a seemingly peaceful slumber.

But then lightning struck through the glass ceiling, and I did pay it mind as it struck the body.

A smaller, stray ray of lightning struck me too, and the last thing I remember was the pain of hitting the ground, and getting rained on by rainwater and broken glass.

~*~

I awoke to the sound of soft rain and Ortho by my side.

“Dr Y/N please wake up!”

I opened my eyes to see that I was in one of the spare hospital beds in my laboratory. I got out of bed, much to Ortho’s shock and worry. When my feet touched the ground, a small shock coursed through my body, and I convulsed briefly.

“Dr Y/N you need to rest, you were struck by lightning!”

“Ortho I must see him!”

Ortho sighed, but reluctantly handed me a wooden staff. I suppose it should do as a walking stick. With the stick’s support on my dominant side, and Ortho staying close by my other side, I shuffled my way to the Enrichment Room.

The Enrichment Room was a room co-designed by Ortho and I, meant for intellectual stimulation without putting too much strain. A less sophisticated way of referring to it would be The Brain Break Room. It was filled with leisure novels, puzzles, riddle books, and other activities that require some form of focus and thought.

Sitting there on the ground in a strange and twisted position, fiddling with a metal handheld puzzle, was The Creation. Instead of normal hair, he had long, blue fire, very much similar to Ortho’s. Hair from the depths of hell. His eyes were striking yellow, not unlike Ortho’s. His skin was still quite sallow, but at the very least it wasn’t post-mortem pale like it was just hours before. His mouth was slightly open, exposing his pointed teeth. Ortho also had pointed teeth, a fact I had grown accustomed to as he stepped into the role as my lab assistant.

I decided to attempt to carefully approach The Creation.

“Hello,” I said.

He looked up at me with wide, curious eyes.

“I’m the one who gave you life. You can call me Y/N,”

The Creation put down the metal puzzle and reached out a hand. The fingers were spread wide in an awkward position. It seemed that The Creation was struggling with fine motor skills. I took his hand, only for him to pull me down with him, walking stick rolling off to the side. His physical strength was remarkable! He stared, fascinated at my dominant arm, which bore red, jagged, bruise-like marks from the lightning strike. He then placed his palm on my upper arm, his own arm completely outstretched in a strange position.

“We should give him a name, Dr Y/N,” Ortho said, coming closer to The Creation. I looked into his eyes. Unaware, void of knowledge or experience, but curious.

“Ortho, I think when the time is right, he should choose his own name,”

The Creation croaked out a deep noise from his throat. I supposed he was trying to talk like Ortho and I. His existence is fascinating indeed.

When I went back to bed, I heard the creaking of footsteps, and Ortho speaking, though it sounded muffled as this was happening on the other side of the door, far from the bed.

“…be careful…need rest…tomorrow…this way…”

I turned to my side in bed, and I tried to relax so I could focus properly tomorrow. However, that proved to be quite difficult. Breakthroughs and discoveries wait for no one.

~*~

As the days went by, I noticed that The Creation had taken an interest in my work just as Ortho had. Occasionally, I would ask him to retrieve items or hold something. Otherwise, he spent many of his days in the Enrichment Room playing with the various handheld puzzles. One by one, he’s started to solve them, and I wonder just how intelligent he is.

I was just about to open one of the ingredient containers when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. The Creation looked over my shoulder, hunched, and maintaining that gloomy default expression.

“What is it?” I asked him. He pointed to Ortho, who spoke for him.

“He wants to learn how to talk,”

I looked at him for a moment, but then smiled to myself, shaking my head.

“Of course you do. And I would be more than happy to help,” I said to The Creation.

He smiled, in his own awkward, sharp-toothed way. It was charming, in its own way (though most of society would likely beg to differ).

And so, I taught him how to speak.

~*~

Weeks went by as I taught him how to be human. He learned to read. He learned to write. He soon mastered all the puzzles I had, and contented himself with disassembling and reassembling things in his free time.

He named himself Idia.

And he treated Ortho like a brother.

“Y/N,”

“Yes, Idia?” I asked, studying the Book of Shadows once more.

“I have come across this concept of ‘love’. What does it mean to love?”

I halted my study for a moment, turning to him. “Love can be many things. There is love for your family. There is love for your friends,”

“I mean romance, Y/N,”

“…that is something you will come to know when you meet someone very special,” I said finally.

“Is there anyone you love like that?”

“…in university, I knew someone, yes. That person is long gone from my life now,”

Idia stayed silent. I returned to my studies, disheartened by the conversation, and wanting to distract myself.

“…will I find someone to love me?” He asked.

I thought for a moment on how to respond.

“…I…don’t know,”

“Why not?”

“The outside world is not kind. It has not been kind to me, or to Ortho. They don’t be kind to you either,” I said, perhaps a bit harshly.

Idia did not respond anymore.

When I had time to look up from what I was doing, he was already gone.

~*~

A year has gone by since Idia’s creation. And he’s become something of a mechanical genius. He’s now the one who builds and fixes my machinery. How convenient.

But as the seasons have passed, he has become increasingly attached. Perhaps not healthy behavior. But what am I to do? His hair is blue like the flames of hell. He would be an outcast before anyone ever gave him a chance.

I felt the autumn breeze coming in through a window.

“Ortho, please close the window”

The window did slam shut. But when I looked up, it was not Ortho who shut the window.

“Idia? What brings you into the lab?”

“I’ve read more books. About love,”

“…And?”

“I want someone to love me. Make me my other half,”

“Idia, creating Life is not a simple task. Do you know what happened the night I created you? You got struck by lightning and so did I. If I do it again, especially in inclement weather, it’s very possible something could go wrong. Do you know how hard it is to find a body undamaged? Unravaged by plague? No part of this process is easy, Idia,”

“I don’t care how hard it is.” He said firmly. “Make me a lover, or I’ll make my own,”

I swallowed. It felt like my mouth was stuffed with cotton. He was serious.

“…alright. I’ll see what I can do,”

“You have one week,”

And with that, he left the lab.

~*~

It was considerably more difficult to find the second body. But I managed.

…but guilt was slowly consuming me. Idia was my best creation. A lovely, fascinating, raw creation. Proof of my conquering of Life.

But I couldn’t do it again.

So I took the body with me, and I used a rowboat to get to the center of the lake.

It was there that I dumped the sacrilegious body. I watched the corpse sink below the tides, never to be rediscovered.

I felt relief for once. Despite Idia’s threat before, I felt relief that I disposed of that body.

That relief was very short lived, and before I realized what was happening, I blacked out.

~*~

When I awoke, I was strapped to a gurney. Ortho looked at me, concerned.

“Doctor, I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop him,”

Idia emerged from the shadows, wearing my lab coat and protective gear.

“I told you I would make my own lover. And guess what, Y/N? I have,”

“Who did you hurt?!”

“I didn’t go into the town, don’t worry. They are stuck in their old ways. Unyielding to modernity. Unwilling to embrace progress. But you were,” he smiled his sinister, shark toothed smile. He and Ortho looked like brothers. But knowing what my dear creation has become, that comparison felt unfair.

The restraints on the gurney unlatched, and I stumbled off.

There was an unnatural pallor to my skin.

My limbs were somewhat rigid.

Something was wrong.

I scrambled around, looking for a reflective surface. I needed to know what happened. And I found a small handheld mirror. There was dried blood on my head. My skin was unnaturally blanched.

My eyes held the blue flames of hell.

“Idia…what have you done?”

“…I only meant to knock you unconscious. I am much stronger than I thought. But it’s okay, I found your Book of Shadows. I fixed it,”

I looked at him intensely.

“…you learned from the Book of Shadows?”

“Yes,”

“…and it worked…you…you’re incredible…” I said in awe.

“Doctor, what does this mean?”

“…It means Idia, my creation, has become a creator” I said.

“Just as you reshaped me and gave me new life, I have done the same to you, Doctor Y/N,” Idia smiled a satisfactory smile. He had made me into a creation. Like him. It had finally dawned on me. He remade me in his image. The “lover” he made was me.

And I laughed. I laughed until I couldn’t breathe. Until I forgot why I was laughing. Until I started to cry as I laughed. I laughed such a laugh they would have called me mad.

Well, they already did before.

Maybe they were right.

But it didn’t matter anymore.

As long as we all held the blue flames of hell in our bodies and souls, none of it mattered.

~Fin~

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere idia shroud #yandere idia x reader #twst au #halloween event

[mrgladstonegander]

MORE BOOTLEG DUCKTALES ‼️team science (oops! all identity issues!) edition

team magic here

archimedes gallas / gyro = more like other versions where he's nice but this man is carrying SOOOO much guilt. insane amounts. his entire character is focused on how much his self-worth is down the drain (also hes being haunted by the narrative (phoebe/della)). also he's half japanese. based off the onagadori

cherry pekin / huey = has a similar problem to archie where she has overwhelming feelings of needing to seem mature, and responsible, where she overworks herself

sydney eggtooth-diazi / fenton = REALLYY wants to seem like a Professional Normal Dude. repressing EVERY urge to wear silly ties. sees morality in a black and white sort of way and it WILL cause problems later. he puts archie on a pedestal and its super obvious and it just makes archie more mentally ill

salem milly / gandra = planning to really lean into how she joined fowl bc they were the only ones that supported her. mainly the contrast with how the Main Family supports each other with unconditional love, the love she has is purely conditional, and she's constantly convincing herself that she Wants to do bad things, and that she doesnt care about these people, because despite how she says she only listens to herself, shes stuck to FOUL, and thats her 'family'. based on mille fleur d'uccle

frankie loon / fethry = IT IS PART OF TEAM SCIENCE‼️ after getting back to mainland after being alone at sea for four years, he joins as a janitor. pulling back the marine biology in the sense that he is interested in EVERYTHING. man of a 10000 copies. winning the idgaf war (DOES care abt how his family is disinterested in his interests but its FINE because HE cares its fine its fine. he's accepted he'll be alone). its presence WILL send everyone else into a shock about their identity. hopefully it'll happen vice versa as well

widget-time-tech / widget / gizmoduck / lil bulb = theyre being consolidated and also theyre lil bug guys now!! i dont care if you hate bugs theyre cute as shit!! widget is Usually in the little ball, but also helps control the suit with sydney. it still has anger issues so it'll make things harder for sydney rather than just silly incompetence. and it was DEFINENTLY made to be a superhero ai. no other purposes. at all. certainly not messing with the fabric of time. just helping the ppl of the town :)

mad clucktor / mad clucktor = iwhile he IS a villain he isn't necessarily a bad person. hes a physical manifestation of the part of archie that WANTS to be alive! that KNOWS his worth! he doesn't have to work himself to death to make up for his guilt!

and he's the reason why toby is even active. why he's back

toby / boyd = cannot be normal abt this sorry

he was made to be archie's idea of the "perfect boy". the perfect kid. what he wants to be what he WISHED he would be growing up. hes happy, he can do everything right, he's intelligent, he's strong. his existence is free of human doubt and anxiety, he's the perfect boy and if he was in archie's place everything would be fine

but it isnt! he gets used! toby's used for evil through no fault of his own. but he becomes a symbol of things that are "wrong" about archie. toby didn't resent anyone or be upset with how people treat him. toby doesnt have his own needs. he can do whatever people need him to do. toby was his symbol of hope but becomes a symbol of how everything with him goes wrong. he becomes an unachievable goal that archie is trying to be to make up for the existence of toby!!

and so the only way for either of them to be "truly human" is when archie learns that he doesn't have to be perfect. he never had to be. even if he's made mistakes, he still deserves to LIVE!! he doesn't have to hide his pain and discomfort for anyone!! and its okay for toby to be toby!

#dt47 #ducktales #ducktales au #dt17 au #duckverse #plant talk #should i tag mainline ppl for this. would that be ok #sooo not normal about these people they drive me INSANE #gladdy/oliver oca was the reason this started THESE PEOPLE ARE KEEPING IT GOING!!!!!!! MY GOD #redesign

[natimiles]

Strange Feelings (Isaac x reader)

Summary: Isaac was a man of logic and science. Was he supposed to believe that there was someone out there made especially for him? But when you first came through that door, a lot of strange things began to happen.

Words: 3539

Tags: soulmate au (you feel what your soulmate feels); drinking; a little jealousy; lots of Arthur being Arthur; Isaac being the awkward snowflake he is and we love; everyone in tuxedos (yeessss); gn!reader, but you wear a dress.

Crossposted on AO3

Isaac was a man of logic and science. He never believed in destiny, but rather that you have to work hard to achieve what you want. He also never believed that there were creatures other than humans living among them, but here he was, in his second life: a newborn vampire who had crossed a magical door and now lived in a different country and century. Even after all this, he still had trouble believing in soulmates. Most of the stories had been lost to time, already considered fairy tales in his first life. Was he supposed to believe that there was someone out there made especially for him? A destined love, with its ups and downs like any other relationship, but with the assurance that you've made the right choice — if that can even be considered a choice, anyway.

When you first came through that door, a lot of strange things began to happen. He felt this strange grip on his heart, a longing he couldn’t understand, experienced panic attacks for a whole week without any apparent reason, not to mention the night he started crying out of nowhere. But it all stopped as abruptly as it began. He didn’t think much about any of it, thinking it was just exhaustion since he'd been having trouble sleeping for a few nights, not realizing yet that it all coincided with your arrival.

As the days passed by, Isaac saw the whole house change because of you. Yes, half of the residents tried to bite you in the first week (including himself), but you always found a way to dodge and everything ended just fine. They all started eating together more frequently, eager to see what you cooked with Sebastian — or just see you, as Arthur pointed out one evening. They’d talk more to each other, help more with chores, laugh more, and have more and more moments where it felt like one big family. He even saw Mozart smiling one evening and the musician didn’t even drink that day.

If he believed in fantasies and stuff, he’d say you were a witch that put them all under your spell. Everybody was kind of fighting for your attention, but he was a little awkward and people used to call him a contrarian, which weren’t exactly charming traits. It wasn’t on purpose though, sometimes he just didn’t want to cause trouble to others, he just wanted to stay in his room and study quietly. So he tried to avoid you.

Emphasis on tried.

If he was working in his room, you went there to bring him snacks. If he had to go downtown to buy something, you tagged along saying you’d buy supplies for dinner. If he went outside to stargaze, you did too, laying in the grass to listen to him talk about physics even though you didn’t like it — and he knew it because you confessed it one night he caught you yawning in the middle of his speech. It didn’t matter what he was doing, you were there. It was almost impossible to get rid of you! 

At least he felt better now than when you two first met. The grip on his heart and the panic attacks were gone, which only added to his theory that he was just working too much at the time. He was sleeping better now, so he was feeling better. See? Pure logic. His back aching, his elbow hurting like he bumped into something, his toe screaming in pain like he hit the corner of the bed… Sure, all had a logical explanation: he sat all day and then slept all night in a bad position. That was all.

When you decided to stay in the mansion, everybody was happy, including Isaac. He didn’t feel weird around you now that he was getting used to your presence, he even considered you a friend. Comte obviously went all out and threw a party, ordering a whole banquet from a fancy restaurant, as he said you couldn’t help Sebastian cook your own celebration. There was music, lots of good food and everyone had to dress up in their tuxedos. It was hellishly annoying for Isaac, but at least he got to see how beautiful you were in that new dress. 

“Hey, Isaac,” you called out to him, rushing from across the room to his side. “Why’re you alone here?”

“Avoiding people.”

“Oh, should I leave?”

“We both know you won’t even if I kick you out,” he laughed through his nose.

“You already know me so well,” you chuckled and sat beside him. “You look good tonight.”

“Ah, thank you,” he felt his cheeks warming, so he was sure you could see him blushing. “Y-you too.”

“Thank you!” You beamed at him. “You know, I’m really happy I decided to stay. I feel at home with you guys. And the royal treatment tonight is kinda nice, even though I don’t know if I deserve all this.” 

Isaac nodded, not sure if he should say something back or just listen. “You do… Everyone is happy, I guess.” He took a look around the room, noticing how all the residents were having a good time. They had been drowning you in compliments until just a minute ago when you finally had a moment alone since the party started and decided to go sit beside him.

“Mmm, everyone, you say,” your tone was playful. He glanced at you and you were grinning at him. He knew you were up to something, ready to tease him. You rivaled Arthur and Dazai sometimes. “Does that include you, Newt?”

“Please, don’t start,” he frowned.

“I’m sorry… Sir Isaac.” He rolled his eyes and you laughed. “Or do you prefer how Sebas addresses all of you, Master Isaac.”

“You’re the worst sometimes.”

“And you still like me,” you smiled. It was beautiful as ever, but something was off. Why didn’t it reach your eyes?

He felt his heart skip a beat, a warm feeling spreading all over his body. What was that? It was like he was being wrapped with a warm blanket, yet at the same time, he had a strong longing feeling and… sadness? He didn’t have a reason to be sad. He wasn’t even really mad at you, he knew you were just being as playful as always. It didn’t make sense, any of his last thoughts did, so he just shook his head to try to clear his head. His feelings had been all over the place these past few weeks.

“Hondje, come!” You two heard Theo calling. “Comte opened a fancy bottle of wine.”

“I’m going!” You got up and answered loudly so he could hear. “Will you come too, Isaac?”

“No, I don’t drink.”

“Really? Why not?” 

“It has the same effects as blood: zero tolerance, a hundred humiliations,” he huffed.

“Oh, we don’t want you losing control.” Dazai came out of nowhere, a glass in his hands. “Then would you like some juice instead?”

“Do I look that stupid?” He deadpanned. 

“It was worth the shot, Dazai,” you patted his shoulder and laughed. You threw one last smile in Isaac's direction and went to Theo, who was already holding a glass of wine for you. “I’m not a dog, you know!” You complained to the youngest brother.

“And you still came, like a good girl,” he petted your head and smiled. Isaac couldn’t help but think that it was weird seeing everybody interact with you, how they changed so much with your presence.

“Come on, dance with me!” Arthur took the glass of wine away from your hands. “Wolfie, play something nice!”

“Hey!” You tried to reach for it to get it back, but the writer was already pulling you by the waist.

Mozart frowned for a second and thought about complaining, but he didn’t mind acquiesce to Arthur’s wish when he saw you happily dancing.

“I still don’t know the dances from this century. I will step on your feet,” you laughed.

“That’s fine, luv. I’ll lead,” he smirked. 

You two began to dance around the room and it was like watching newlyweds waltzing. Arthur was so confident, holding you close by the waist, and you were comfortable around him, now that you knew how to deal with all his flirting. Isaac felt a grip on his heart again; what was wrong with him today? Before it was like a little squeeze, but now it felt like… shattering. He frowned, putting a hand on his chest, as if he could make sure his heart was still there and beating normally. Maybe he was just tired. It'd be better to return to his peaceful room.

You had always seen in movies how the lady would graciously spin during a dance, so you thought you could try it too. You did a few spins, laughing when Arthur pulled you by the hand, and you spun back into his arms. It really was fun! At least until you didn't notice Isaac passing behind you. Arthur tried to stop you, but you opened your arms wide and hit the physicist in the face.

"Gods…" Isaac put a hand on his face to try to alleviate the pain from the accidental slap.

“I’m sorry!” You brought a hand to your cheek, a pained expression on your face as well.

“Did I hit you back?” He noticed and reached to move a strand of hair away from your face to look at you better. “I'm sorry…”

“No, no, you didn't… At least I don't think you did…” You let your arms fall to your side and narrowed your eyebrows. Why was your cheek hurting? Did he hit you back, and you didn't notice because the alcohol had already affected you too much?

Arthur raised an eyebrow while analyzing you two. You were now apologizing to Mozart for interrupting his beautiful song, but your hand kept going to your cheek without you even noticing, and there was a discreet frown on your face. He was a mystery writer, so he was observant and smart enough to see there was something up.

“I guess you’ve had enough drinks for tonight.”

“Thanks, Theo, really nice observation,” you huffed. “I’m really sorry, Isaac. I didn’t see you.”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” he assured you. He was fine, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt. Damn, you had a strong slap, even though it was accidental. You stared at him for a few moments and it was like he lost track of space and time, lost in your eyes. You two felt butterflies in your stomach; however it was impossible to know if it was really coming from yourselves or if it was just that weird feeling again, like it came from outside your bodies.

“Why don’t you drink some water, MC?” Sebastian interrupted, placing a tray on the table with various glasses already filled with drinks. “It’ll surely be good after all the dancing and spinning. Gentlemen, we also have blanc or rouge, juice and…”

Isaac picked a glass and gulped down in one motion, putting the glass back down at the table and taking a deep breath. It didn’t taste like rouge, so it was probably the juice. Then he felt a tingling down his throat and coughed.

“And wine for those who can hold their liquor,” Sebastian finished his sentence, staring at the physicist.

“Great,” Isaac mumbled when he realized what he had just drunk. “Really great.”

“Wanna sit down?” You asked worriedly. “Drink some water, it’ll help.”

“No need, thanks,” he said, closing his eyes to take a deep breath before reopening them. “I’ll just go back to my room. Goodnight.”

“Oh, okay… Goodnight. Call us if you need something.” You felt a bit sad he was leaving early but didn't want to force him to stay if he was uncomfortable. Isaac only nodded in response.

“So, luv,” Arthur called you in a flirtatious tone, placing his hand on your shoulder and hugging you from the side. “Will you give me another dance? This one doesn't count.”

Oh no. Isaac was already passing through the door, but he could hear it; he could almost see (and feel) the look Arthur was giving you. He had never really thought much of Arthur's playfulness, but for some reason, it bothered him now. It must be the wine talking. He blinked rapidly, trying to focus. He should go back to his room already, before he did or said something he'd regret later.

“Or, if you want, we can dance somewhere else.”

Oh no, no, no, no, no. For goodness' sake. He sighed loudly, cursing under his breath. His bedroom wasn't even that far away, and it would be a quick walk to get there if he ignored the wine's effects. But he knew it wouldn't calm his mind. He turned back around and didn't even need to get too close to where you were. He could reach you from there, and he did. Grabbing your hand, he pulled you away from Arthur to stand beside him, his hand in a tight grip around yours.

“I-Isaac?” 

Your voice brought him back from his thoughts. He was surprised to find himself glaring at Arthur. He felt his face soften when you called his name. The writer had such a smug smile on his face, which bothered him even more. "Yes?" He turned in the direction of your voice and was startled to see you standing close to his side. You were blushing and looking at him curiously. Isaac rubbed his hand over his face, trying to sober up a little and hide from your gaze at the same time.

“Come on, let’s go,” you laced your fingers with his. “I’ll get you some water and you’ll sleep to sober up.”

He wanted to say he didn’t want to, but your commanding tone didn’t leave any room for that. Instead, he just nodded and sighed, clearly bothered by his losing battle against alcohol. You squeezed his hand and went to the kitchen to fetch a jar of water, with him in tow. You bid everybody goodnight and thanked them for the lovely party before guiding him to his own room.

“I’m sorry,” he frowned when he finally sat on his bed.

“What for?” 

“Ruining your party. I should’ve paid more attention to what I was drinking.”

“You didn’t ruin anything, Isaac,” you said, placing the water on the coffee table to serve him some. “I had lots of fun and felt really special tonight, thanks to everyone.”

Everyone. He narrowed his eyes, bothered that you always tried to treat them equally. You stayed because you liked being with them, because they made you feel at home, they made you feel at ease, they were the family you never had, they loved you and you loved them. He didn’t want it. He didn’t like it at all. He wanted to complain, to make you see him and be his, to bite you… To bite you? Ok, he tried it when you arrived, but it was a different situation. He knew he couldn’t hold his alcohol, but it didn't seem that was the problem. He made sure to drink some rouge during the party, but your scent was so alluring. It was a different bloodlust… Like the one Comte told them about when they transformed, the one you feel when…

“Isaac?”

He blinked up and saw you standing in front of him, a cup of water in your hands. You were frowning and he could see the concern in your eyes. 

“Yes?”

“Are you ok? You’re pale. You should lie down,” you tried to place your hand on his shoulder to help him, but he panicked.

“No!” He said a little too loud and stood up, startling you. You took a step back and hit the back of your leg on the coffee table, losing your balance. You succeeded in not falling by waving your arms at Isaac, and he held your hand to help, but you dropped the glass. “Sorry,” he released you and crouched to pick up the broken pieces of glass.

“It’s fine, you just startled me. Let me help you.”

“No, I’ll do it. If you cut yourself…” he trailed off, but you understood him. He let out a worried huff, but you misunderstood it as annoyance.

“Okay, sorry,” you said quietly. Perhaps he didn’t want or need you taking care of him, he wanted to stay alone in the silence. Even though you never cared about it before, he seemed mad this time. You wanted to talk to him, try to understand what was happening, but you should just leave for now. “I-I… I think I’ll be going…”

Isaac noticed the sadness in your voice, he wasn’t dense. He got distracted for a second and cut his finger with one of the shards. He cursed under his breath and put his finger into his mouth to stop the bleeding. You yelped and he stood up in a second, grabbing your hands to examine.

“What? Did you hurt yourself?”

“No, I-I felt…” You were confused. You felt a cut on your finger, but there was nothing. You hadn't done anything, so it'd be weird if you were really hurt. You stared at his hands, holding yours so softly, and widened your eyes. There was barely any blood there anymore, but you could see a cut in his middle finger. The same finger you felt being hurt. And suddenly everything made sense. “You…”

“Me?” He looked into your eyes, confused. “What do you mean? Why are you crying?!” Isaac panicked and cradled your face, trying to look for signs that you were hurt and dry your tears.

“Do you... Do you know any stories about soulmates?” You forced your voice to remain steady.

“Yes, but I never believed,” he answered the weird question with a confused expression, and you nodded. 

“I've waited my whole life,” you confessed shyly, blinking the tears away. “The stories I heard said you’d feel something when you turn 18, or that you’d be born with some sort of sign. I didn’t get any, but I always tried to pay attention to anything different that happened to me, until I just gave up. Then I arrived at the mansion and strange things began to happen. Well, stranger than passing through a magic door and meeting vampires,” you laughed through your nose. “My throat felt so dry, it didn't matter how much water I drank; a pain in my leg even though I didn’t bump into anything; a desire to be alone in my room; a slap in my face earlier; my finger being cut now; and… the need to be where you were,” the last part was mumbled, but he heard. “Even though I thought you didn’t like me, sometimes.”

Isaac felt his body sober up all at once, his eyes wide while his hands were still holding your face, frozen on spot. He understood where this conversation was going but struggled to believe it. He had never believed in any of this. He wasn’t even at an age where this could manifest anymore. In fact, he was a lifetime too late for this sort of thing. However, it did provide a logical solution for everything that had been happening since he met you, even if it felt far from logical. 

He opened his mouth to say something, but what could he possibly say? He’d never been good at talking about his feelings. Feeling bolder now that he knew he wouldn't need to fight for your attention and face rejection, he decided that actions might speak louder than words. He slowly leaned closer, looking intently into your beautiful eyes and then glancing at your lips. You placed your hands on his shoulders, already feeling his breath gently brushing against your face.

“Can I…?” he murmured, not wanting to break the mood but also wanting to be a gentleman.

“Please, do,” you murmured back.

He closed the gap between you two, and only then did you realize you'd been holding your breath, relaxing in his arms. It was a chaste and short kiss, still testing the waters, but it felt so right. His bloodlust was ringing even louder in his ears, but he'd force it to be locked in a box of his mind for now.

“I like you. I really do,” he muttered, his lips still so close, brushing lightly against yours.

“Me too,” you answered with the brightest smile he’d ever seen. 

“Good.” Isaac smiled. You’d never seen him smile like this, you didn’t even know he could look even more handsome. He slid his thumb down your cheeks to your lips, caressing you softly and holding you by the chin. Not holding back this time, he placed his other hand on your nape and deepened the kiss when you gasped, gripping his shoulders tightly. Your tongues danced, feeling the wine you both drank earlier and sending goosebumps all over your bodies. 

You were finally with your other half — your soulmate — with hearts beating fast and loud, and your minds lost in the feeling of each other.

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[ghost-n-butteredtoast]

Can I get a Miranda fic where Reader is having a terrible day and Miranda notices and decides to do something about it. Fluffy please and thank you 😁

Well...I am not fond of Miranda, so I find her difficult to write, but I welcome the opportunity because she and I are going to have to get to know one another in my RE8 AU fic soon. Soooooo... dear @geekyarmorel, I hope I have delivered enough fluff here. Thank you for the prompt! Enjoy!

The Assistant

Mother Miranda x Reader prompt Requested by : @geekyarmorel

She was so…promising.

Vitals were stable. No immediate mutations. You turned your back on the subject for only a short while and disaster strikes. Pure, bloody disaster. 

Immediately you are pinned to the cold floor of the lab by the test subject now turned moroaicǎ. Its newly formed fangs that have ripped from its gums drip black blood onto your face. It rears back, gearing to lunge at you once again, but cries out in pain, suddenly going rigid and falling to the floor beside you.

Your eyes are wide open in panic and shock, and there is a ringing in your ears that muffles the soothing voice coming from somewhere close by, but you can not see the source.

"Miran-MIRANDA?" You cry out as you try to sit up. Gravity and pain send you back to the floor and into a small, warm puddle with a sickening splat. The room goes black.

"Still yourself, my little hummingbird." Came a voice from your side.

You wake up in your bed and find Miranda in a chair next to your bedside. She places her journal on your nightstand and rises from her seat to inspect your wounds.

Your hand finds the back of your head and you wince. "No touching." She commands as she takes your hand away from your aching head. "A minor laceration, but one that required multiple stitches. The scalp bleeds so easily, quite the puddle of blood I found you in. You had me worried. Luckily you incurred no fractures."

"The test subject. It was exceeding my expectations and suddenly it mutated! I - I have failed you once again." You said, warm tears making their way into your hairline.

Taloned fingers lift your chin gently.  "You never fail me, my sweet."

"But Eva… I just hoped, that maybe this was the one. I want this so badly for you!"

Miranda removes her hand from your face and studies you. She had grown fond of you while you had worked under her watchful eye. But at those words, your words, she could not help but feel more for you than she had cared to admit. She thought you only had an interest in the science of it all, the process, not the actual purpose…bringing back Eva…for her.

Slowly, Miranda stands to blow out the candle on your bedside table, and removes her robes, revealing her alabaster skin and raven-black feathers. The light of the moon shines through the window and illuminates her form. She stands bare before you, offering herself completely.

"If you were to feel me, every inch, you will find not a single muscle nor drop of blood harboring disappointment in you, my love."

"M-my love?" You whispered, your heart nearly exploding.

You are in complete awe of the woman who stands before you; so powerful and vulnerable, and you find your hands aching to touch her. Never did you ever think she would love you. You slide out of bed and fall to your knees. You wrap your arms around her, your head resting on her lower abdomen, and you begin to weep.

"No." She insists, her taloned fingers taking your chin again. "Rise. You do not belong on your knees before me. Your devotion to me and to my cause, my Eva, proves you worthy of being eye to eye.”

Your hands never leave her soft skin as you make your way up off the floor and into her arms. Once there, she holds your trembling form and caresses the back of your head tenderly making sure not to upset your wound.

“There, there, my sweet hummingbird.” She cooes. “Save your tears for times of joy. We will resurrect Eva in time….together.”

#resident evil village #resident evil 8 #fanfiction #writing prompts #re8 mother miranda #mother miranda #mother miranda x reader

[justanotherperson1]

Heyo,

Just had another what if reasons since you mentioned TFP! Op somehow managing to summon Bay! Op because of a Vector Prime artifact Team Prime (and TFP! Optimus himself) would probably wonder why such a brutal version of Optimus had been sent before them instead of someone like G1! or TFA! Op. My brain immediately went to turbo creative mode and I narrowed it down to these three possible outcomes as to why.

(Pure speculation)

1. Unicron has actually managed to destroy Bay! OP’s earth and him getting summoned was kinda Vector’s way of saving a Prime (if they were in the worst possible circumstance).

2. At the end of part 4 Bay! Op leaves Earth in order to protect his friends while hunting down his creators. In this AU being accidentally summoned by TFP! Op into the TFP universe was for a reason. Perhaps one of his creators is actually from the TFP universe (*cough* Shockwave *cough*).

3. Since Bay! Op is such a brutal character, perhaps him getting sent to the TFP universe is a way of him rediscovering himself giving him hope to be a better bot. At the end of his journey he’s still our lovable war criminal but his personality can end up being similar to that of ROTB! Op at the end of his movie. (Where he can actually smile)

OOOOOHHHHH

I LOVE ALL OF THESE

Darkest timeline of all. I kind of imagined Vector to be so disconnected from any one reality that out of the billions of timelines he wades just outside of, he kind of just wanted to see what happened with Bay! being armed with the knowledge TFP! needs to actually defeat Unicron, if only to finally see a different outcome than that of Unicron simply rising.

Also super cool, because in the comics, shockwave fucks around with minerals he cultivated to control time, space, and so on if only to find a power source for Cybertron (horrifying) This one feels like one of the projects from @lets-try-some-writing (The imposter AU I think?)

REDEPTION IS GREAT. Like a sort of "calling the kings and queens of old" from Narnia moment, where the new young prince uses a relic from the past to summon his help, but those who were summoned were also in need and they defeat the enemy together. Maybe Primus is looking out for TFP! Prime after all. Soft bay! learning to not let his anger control him is also a great plus.

I don't see why all of these ideas could be used at once too. I love the trope of different characters attributing larger-than-life incidents to either purpose, god or science and the author hints at them all being the case.

#transformers #tfp transformers prime #tfp #asks #my asks #bayverse optimus #bayverse transformers #tfp optimus prime #maccdam

[piedinthepiper]

Before: Disease ˖ ⊹

Yandere!jimin x bully!reader

Summary: Before everything went down in his doctors office

Warnings: bullying, mention of smut, swearing

Wc: 2.1 k

A/n: someone requested the backstory to disease, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it!

This can be read as both a pt. 1 or pt. 2 to Disease. They can also be read separately, you decide!

Disclaimer: This is 100% fiction. I am in no way saying that this is how any member of bts would act. Nor do I condone the actions detailed in the story. This is purely for entertainment purposes only. If any of the warnings trigger you, or you’re under 18 ¡do not read! I’m not your mother, and I don’t take any accountability for what you decide to read online!

How could you be so perfect? Walking down the halls with your books tucked close to your chest. Talking and casually laughing with one of your friends. You always walked front and center. Like you were the mean girl. But you weren’t. Or you were, but he didn’t mind. You were his mean girl. You were the only reason Jimin hadn’t dropped out of school yet. He actually looked forward to every day now. Knowing that he’d see you. And if he was lucky he would maybe even get to talk to you. Or more you talk to him. Yell at him. Call him names and insult him. That’s what he loved so much about you. Your honesty. Always so straight forward. You were just perfect. Gorgeous. Always in skirts, sometimes they were really short. Not that he looked or anything, he was sure you would kill him if you found that out. But he was a man wasn’t he? What’s wrong about admiring a good pair of legs? You wanted to show them off didn’t you? He wondered if it was for him. If you knew the effect you had on him. The way he would think about you while touching himself. Pretending to fuck you pretty pussy instead of his cold hands. He knew it would happen one day. One day you would realise that the two of you were meant to be. He had known that since the day he met you. He would never forget that day.

“Watch it, nerd.”

The three first words you ever spoke to him. Jimin stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder to see who he bumped into, but also who that angelic voice belonged to. He was met with you. The most beautiful eyes he’s ever looked into. He stood there in awe. Taking in all your features. Eyes trailing up and down your body. Once he reached your eyes again he saw that your perfectly shaped eyebrows were frowning.

“Eww what’s wrong with you?!”

You asked sounding almost disgusted.

“Did you see the way he looked at me? Oh my god.”

You asked your friends who all looked even more disgusted than you.

“You could at least say sorry you know?”

“I- I’m sorry.”

“I- I-. You’re pathetic.”

You mocked him before turning around and walking away.

“Watch where you’re going next time loser.”

One of your friends added before she joined the rest. He didn’t care for your friends. All he could think about was you. Your words who were supposed to hurt him, had another impact. All he wanted to hear was your voice again.

Three years later his feelings were still the same. Your bond had only grown stronger after that eventful day. Your relationship had become a daily thing, and he couldn’t be more happy.

“God you’re such a nerd.”

You said as you sat down opposite of him, throwing your bag onto the floor next to you. He was studying for the next science exam in the library, one of the places he never thought he’d meet you. Not that he didn’t think you read or anything. It just didn’t suit you. You were too gorgeous to be surrounded by yellowing walls and cheap plastic chairs.

“Y/n!”

He said your name a little too excited, and was met with yet another disgusted facial expression.

“Anyways… you’re going to help me.”

You said.

“Sure. I’ll help you.”

You scoffed at his answer.

“It wasn’t a question.”

You added mockingly.

“You see, I need to pass the science exam. And the only one I know that has a miserable enough life to even care about science is you.”

He tried his best to hide his growing smile. You addressed him as someone you know. You think about him!

“I can make you pass.”

“You better.”

You got up from the chair and brushed off imaginary dust from your skirt.

“When you’re finished you’ll switch papers with me. I’ll make sure we’re seated next to each other.”

He was too busy checking out your figure to even comprehend what you were saying at that moment. You snapped your fingers at him.

“Hello? Stop fucking looking at me, freak.”

You said, and brought him back from his thoughts. That’s when he understood the reality of your words. If he switched papers with you he would fail, and he couldn’t put his career at risk. No matter how much he loved you.

“I don’t think I can do that.”

He stated and looked up at you, scared of what you would say next. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Again, it wasn’t a question.”

He got up from his chair when he saw you were about to turn around and leave.

“Seriously, y/n. I can’t fail. I won’t get into-“

“Blah blah blah. Does it look like I care? You’ll do as I say.”

You interrupted him. He gulped at your tone, sometimes you could be really scary.

“But-“

“Listen here, dumbass.”

You suddenly reached over the table and grabbed him by his collar.

“How hard is it to get into your thick skull, huh?You don’t want to know what I’ll do if you don’t do as I say. Alright?”

He nodded carefully, and you let him go. You stayed bent over the table though. Jimin couldn’t help but look at your prominent cleavage. You slowly moved your hand to his face, he was ready to feel the embrace of your hand. He closed his eyes waiting for the moment, but was met with the sudden feeling of his glasses being slipped off his nose. He looked at you again, confused.

“Take this as a warning.”

You said coldly and threw the glasses on the grown. Thankfully they didn’t break. But the feeling of relief suddenly stopped as he watched your foot stomp down onto them. The sound of broken glass was heard through the library. He let out a little gasp.

“See you in a week.”

You said before you walked away, swaying your hips as you exited the library. What the fuck was he going to do?

He knew he had to help you. He didn’t want to end up with a broken nose, even if it meant you would put your hands on him. Besides he’d do anything to help you succeed. Maybe he would even get a thank you? He thought, bringing the science book even closer to his face. You had broken his glasses, a bit unnecessary in his opinion, but he won’t question your judgment. In order to study he had to have the book so close to his face he could feel it brush against his nose. He had come up with a plan though. If he studied even harder he could be able to finish your test super quick, and then he could just fill out the same answers on his own. It was his only option. So now he sat in his dark room with only the small table lamp lit. Book in his face as he desperately tried to remember everything for the exam.

He walked into the classroom, mentally going through all the information he read the night before. He saw you in the back. A finger twirling your gorgeous shiny hair as you looked him up and down. The sight alone was enough for his pants to tighten. He moved his textbooks down to his hips so you wouldn’t see the effect you had on him.

“Nice glasses.”

You sarcastically said. Giving him an evil smile. He pushed his new glasses higher up on his nose as he sat down beside you.

“Not even a thank you? How rude you are, Jimin.”

He almost moaned out loud when he heard his name fall from your lips. You rarely used his name, so whenever he was lucky enough to hear it from you he would usually have to go to the toilet and jerk off. If only you knew what you did to him.

“I’m sorry.”

He mumbled. You just scoffed at him before crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair to listen to the teacher who started speaking.

The exam went great. He had to spend a few minutes on erasing your scribbles on his sheet. It wouldn’t be appropriate to hand in an exam with “nerd” written all over it. But it went well, you didn’t get caught and both of you would get a good grade. He couldn’t be more happy. Until he saw you approaching him. He was sat outside, eating his lunch in his usual spot. You would always eat with the rest of the popular people inside. You would never eat outside in a secluded area on the ground, that’s just not you. You wouldn’t hide, like he did. So he knew you didn’t come to join him. He quickly swallowed before you were able to talk to him. Ready to hear whatever you had to say. But you walked right passed him. He followed you and your friends with his gaze as he saw the three of you heading to the parking lot. He realised that he wouldn’t get a thank you, that he wouldn’t even get to talk to you after he just saved your ass.

“Stand up.”

He suddenly heard your voice coming from right beside him. He looked up to find you with your hands on your hips. A displeased look painted your face. Again, he swallowed before standing up.

“You fucking creep!”

You yelled at him before delivering a harsh slap to his face. He couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. He reached for his cheek that had already turned red. He looked at you and found your face was in pure shock. Did he really moan that loudly?

“Did he just-“

He heard one of your friends whisper to the other. His blood went cold, he had never been so embarrassed in his entire life. Your mouth turned slowly into a devilish smile.

“How fucking pathetic was that?”

You started laughing, and your friends followed. He tried to make himself smaller. He wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“I’m s-sorry.”

He stuttered out and looked down at the ground. To his horror he found out that his pants was definitely bulging as well. He crossed his hands quickly over the area, not wanting to be tormented yet again. But it was too late. You looked him up and down.

“Please, don’t tell me you have a boner.”

You let out a small laugh, a “eww” was heard from your friend. You stepped closer to him. So close that his back had to press up against the concrete wall. You looked him deep in the eyes, your smile turning into a smirk. God, he felt like coming just from you being so close. Smelling your perfume and feeling your hands on his chest. His breathing rapidly increased.

“Do you think I’m hot, Jimin?”

You whispered to him. It took a few seconds for him to comprehend what you were saying. Too focused on the feeling of your manicured hands on him. Eventually he desperately he nodded.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

You asked with a small laugh. He couldn’t believe his ears. Was this his chance? Was this the moment he finally got you? He nodded yet again. You tsked at him as he felt your sharp nail tracing his cheekbone.

“Use your words.”

You said.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing?”

He heard one of your friends say from behind you. He didn’t look at her, only taking you in. He couldn’t believe this.

“Shut up!”

You quickly looked at your friend. Warning her in a mean tone. You turned back to him. Finding his dark eyes.

“Jimin was just about to say something.”

He couldn’t even remember his own name in the moment. Every single one of his senses was filled with you. He feared he would actually orgasm soon if you didn’t back off.

“Please- Y/n. Yes, I want to fuck you so bad!”

He begged. Almost yelling at you out of desperation. In the next moment you were laughing. He didn’t understand what he did that was so funny. Maybe he had been a little too forward, but you didn’t seem to care about that in the first place.

“Oh god. You’re almost cute.”

You said as your fit of laughter came to a stop. You stepped away from him, crossing your arms.

“I would never ever fuck you, pervert.”

Your tone turned from sensual to mean right away. His heart dropped to his stomach as your friends laughed at him.

“You’re so dumb! You really thought you had a chance with me! I wouldn’t even blow you.”

Yet again he felt like he wanted to disappear. How could you be so evil? So absolutely heartless? In that moment he realised what he had to do. He was going to get his revenge one day. Just you wait.

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Susie Haltmann headcanons

I could basically start this series of tumblr posts where I talk about general headcanons for singular characters of the Kirby series. There's some Kirby characters that I have a LOT of headcanons for, and Susie is one of them. Why not go over many of my headcanons for her right here? Allow me to get started!

Putting a 'Keep reading' tag because it's gonna be a long one.

I mean, Susie is fun to make a lot of headcanons about! Everything underneath the keep reading tag is purely headcanons of mine.

After Planet Robobot's events, Susie has essentially been trying to improve and better herself. Not perfect, as she still certainly has some morality flaws, but better than how she was in Robobot.

She's still corporate-minded, and she still likes to throw money and science at things as her way to solve problems. But she's reconciled with Kirby, and is trying to make up for her past wrongdoings by reviving the Haltmann Works Company and working to shifting it into a better direction and no longer the monster it once became.

Unlike Magolor who moved to living in Planet Popstar after reconciling with Kirby, Susie doesn't ever move to living in the star shaped planet. Instead, she lives in a different planet. Her home planet is where the HWC's main base of operations resides. It's a bit far away from Popstar, but not terribly far away. Kirby and a few others are more than capable of visiting her at her home planet, and she can visit Popstar. She has fast interstellar transportation.

As Susie revives the HWC and become its new CEO, she turns the company's new goal into consensually helping and supplying planets with technology without tampering with their natural resources.

That was the original goal of the company. It was what her father originally wanted to do, and he was going to use Star Dream for that very purpose until everything fell apart with the incident that banished Susie to Another Dimension. Haltmann did not originally plan to mechanize planets, as the only reason he did that was because Star Dream ate up his mind and turned him into its puppet, making him comply with the mechanization plan.

Susie remembers what her father's original goal was, and honors his original desires by shifting the company into that very direction when she revives it. She's doing this without Star Dream, and she refuses to rebuild another machine like that, because she wants absolutely nothing to do with a machine similar to the one that ruined her life.

That she's shifting the company towards the goal that her father initially wanted is also to make up for accidentally causing his death…

Her relationship with her dad is quite complicated. She did build up a lot of resentment towards him for how he treated her when she came back from Another Dimension, and she did have some relief that she finally feels more free after being hamstrung so much when she was working as his secretary. That did have some effect on her mourning.

But at the same time, she really did care enough to try to get him back to normal. She hated what he became, but she thought she was able to save him. When he died, she does truly miss him despite all the resentment she's built up. That being said, what she really misses is her actual dad, and not the freak that was Star Dream's puppet.

She's felt horribly ashamed of herself for killing her dad. When she stole the Star Dream controller, her intention was to humiliate him and maybe even make him cry a bit as revenge for neglecting her so much, but she didn't want to actually hurt him, let alone kill him.

She's had legitimately painful grief over her father's death. She was trying her absolute hardest to get him back to his former self, only to then accidentally kill him instead. She's harbored so much guilt over it. For a while after accidentally killing him, she wasn't able to forgive herself and has even expressed self-hatred over it.

Susie was absolutely not well during the first several months after Robobot's ending. She has cried a lot. It pretty much required becoming friends with Kirby to start improving her mood. Becoming friends with Kirby did actually help, as it did give her some relief to finally have a friend for once in her life, as she hasn't cared about or been cared about by anyone in 10+ years. Kirby is her very first friend.

She's been really afraid of the probability that her dad, in his original mind, wouldn't forgive her for causing his death. This is the biggest reason why she's been really struggling to forgive herself. She's really been trying to make up for his death. She'll always keep that hair clip as a memento of him, and like stated above, she's operating the HWC into doing the original goal her dad wanted.

She thought that after accidentally killing him, the least she can do is to work towards his original desires to make up for it. She's also spearheaded the creation of a statue of him at the HWC's main base of operations. It's a metallic statue, and they paint it.

After doing things to make up for his death, she hopes that her dad in his right mind would forgive her, but she's never been truly assured that he would. That being said, she does sometimes make herself relieved when she does the things she does to make up for his death, but the worry never fully goes away. Some people have tried to convince her that her dad would forgive her, but she's never certain.

Some of the work that Susie has the HWC do under her control includes mass producing phones, computers, robotic toys and statues to give to numerous planets. The company also has a paramedic faction to heal people from injuries! She's having the HWC play around into doing a large number of different things.

She also offers to form Haltworker militias to some planets to protect them. These militias aren't to invade, as they do not harm the planets' denizens and don't intend to take their resources, and instead only mean to protect them from malicious outer forces. Susie still uses words like 'savages', but she no longer uses them to refer to a planet's denizens and instead uses them to refer to outer evil beings, the same kind of enemies that Kirby and others fight. During Star Allies, Susie called the Jambastion cult as 'savages' when they were the enemy, until they turned around in the end.

Many people in some planets are very wary about this technology and don't really want anything to do with it. Others, however, enjoy it, especially when some of those planets were formerly mechanized and are appreciative to see the company not be so bad anymore.

Who are Susie's friends in my headcanon universe, might you ask? They are the following: Kirby, Magolor, Taranza, the mage sisters, Gooey and ChuChu.

With the exceptions of Gooey and ChuChu as they generally don't leave Popstar, the rest sometimes visit Susie at her home planet. They'll even stop by at her office to hang around.

She's also made phones that she gave to Magolor, Taranza and the mage sisters, so she can talk to them whenever without having to constantly move around back and forth to do so.

Her three closest friends are Kirby, Magolor and Taranza. I've already made separate tumblr posts on her dynamics on how she interacts with Kirby, as well as how she interacts with Magolor and Taranza, so I'm not going to go in full detail over them again in here.

I will however mention that while Magolor is the friend that Susie likes to troll around with, both Kirby and Taranza are her two emotional support buddies (with her doing the same for Taranza). Those two have been kinder to her and have comforted her more than anyone else has. They've constantly defended her from others accusing her as a bad person, as they always say she deserves a second chance as she's trying to be better. They've gone out of their way time and time again to provide support for her. She really, genuinely, appreciates the both of them. She treasures them.

Considering she's been having serious mental well-being problems, Kirby and Taranza have done so much for her. Without them, she'd be in a dark place as far as her mental health is concerned. Despite her often liking to be rather stoic, there are times where she can't help herself but feel serious emotion over the kindness those two have shown to her. She's felt moody and unhappy a lot, and she's really thankful that those two have been trying their best to help make her feel better. She's even willing to have hugs with them.

Speaking of which, I really should talk about hugs here. Susie has gone through so long without any hugs. Her mind-controlled father didn't give her any hugs when she returned from Another Dimension. How heartbreaking! But at least she finally gets hugs after Robobot. Kirby has given her a lot of needed hugs, as has Taranza. These hugs really do help her. She doesn't hug anyone else, though, as she doesn't care enough to, but it's perfectly good enough for her to get hugs from only Kirby and Taranza. That's exactly how she likes it.

Of the mage sisters, Zan Partizanne is the one that Susie is closest friends with, followed by Flamberge. This makes Francisca the one she's most distant from, but still considers her to be a friend.

Zan is the most technology-competent of the mages, which Susie really likes, and the two have also come together over their trauma and being workaholics. Susie engages in a mutual troll-around relationship with Flamberge, similarly to how she acts with Magolor. Francisca isn't as interactive, and Susie honestly can't help herself but still feel a bit unsettled by the ice mage's frozen corpse collection. But there's still that element of endearment where the pink-haired girl and the blue-haired girl lovably view each other as weirdos.

Gooey is similar to Kirby and Taranza in that he's also very nice to Susie, although he's not as close as those two since Susie really only sees him when she vacations on Popstar. At first, she was rather weirded out by Gooey until she kept seeing more and more of him. She's warmed up to him, and likes how nice and mute he is. Whenever she relaxes on some bench during one of her Popstar vacations, she welcomes Gooey to relax with her. She considers him a friend. He does make her more curious about Dark Matter, though.

Susie thinks that ChuChu is absolutely adorable. She's glad to see the little octopus whenever she vacations on Popstar. These two pink girls do cute pink girl things together, with ChuChu often riding on Susie's head with her consent. The other animal friends are good with Susie as they don't have hard feelings about her, but ChuChu is the only one she's actually close enough to consider a real friend.

Everyone else that isn't a part of the list I mentioned as Susie's friends is either on neutral or bad terms with her. Examples of people that Susie is on neutral terms with are King Dedede, Adeleine, Ribbon and the other animal friends that aren't ChuChu.

Dedede was pissed off at her at first because of how his castle was destroyed by the Access Ark, but he's warmed up after seeing more and more of her as she's been on good terms with Kirby. Not close enough for Susie to actually consider a friend, though.

You'd probably want to know how I interpret Susie's dynamic with Meta Knight. I'll say it here: for the first couple of years after Robobot, Meta Knight despised Susie. However, his hatred for her has slowly been chipping away over time. Eventually, he no longer actually hates her, but he's still rather conflicted about her as he has yet to actually properly forgive her. At the modern day of my headcanon universe, Meta Knight is basically neutral with Susie, although it's more tense compared to Dedede who is still easier on her by comparison.

Even though he hated her for a while, he's allowed Kirby to pursue a friendship with her. That played a part in slowly getting over his hatred of her. Even though he never properly forgave her, he has witnessed her trying to be a better person compared to before and did give her credit for that. He'd still prefer to not interact with her any more than he has to, though.

He did have an earnest talk with her, as it was basically about how he's fine with her being around Kirby and others, but prefers that she stays away from the Halberd crew. She complies as she'd rather not potentially jeopardize the existing friendships she has by pushing her luck with Meta Knight. She did apologize, and although he hasn't actually forgiven, he no longer has ill-will for her after some point.

People that Susie are on bad terms with even now are Bandana Waddle Dee, Elfilin, Daroach, Dark Meta Knight and especially Marx.

Bandana Dee and Elfilin hate her and don't trust her, and they don't like how Kirby is her friend. They think she's playing him like a fiddle, although they think Magolor is doing that as well.

Elfilin in particular is scared of her. He thought she shouldn't be allowed to visit the Forgotten Land, but Kirby wanted her to visit the place, and with enough convincing, Elfilin eventually begrudgingly allowed it. Her visit went well, since she just wanted to check the place out, and she was stoked to see Kirby having a gun as a copy ability. She managed to get along decently with Clawroline, although how she interacted with others of the Beast Pack is nothing special.

I really should talk about Marx here. Susie absolutely despises Marx. She hates his guts. There are few people she hates as much as Marx. This is because he does awful things to her, including pulling pranks that sometimes harm her, and doing especially vile things such as making fun of her father's death. He's caused her to violently lash out. One time, she viciously beat the shit out of him as revenge for messing with her so much. She is also disgusted at how he bullies her buddy Taranza very similarly to how he bullies her, causing both Susie and Taranza to form a "Marx hate club". Neither of them can stand him.

Magolor may have also pulled pranks on Susie, but he never wants to actually hurt her as he doesn't want to ruin his friendship with her. Marx however doesn't care, as he's willing to harm Susie if it means getting entertainment out of it. Magolor and others have had to stop Susie and Marx from going for each other's throats a lot. You just can't have these two near each other for too long, as Susie will snap. If she were to never see Marx again, she'd be grateful.

I think that all wraps up on how Susie interacts with the rest of the notable cast, in my headcanons. Overall, she's on Kirby's good side, although her relationship with Meta Knight is still very complicated and there's some other notable members in the cast she doesn't get along with, with her worst relationship being with Marx.

As she's the current president of the HWC, she takes vacations sometimes. Her most common vacation spot is by far Planet Popstar, as most of her friends live there. She also gets along pretty well with many waddle dees across Dream Land (not Bandana Dee, though). There's one particular ice cream shop that she goes to just about every time she vacations on Popstar, and at this point she's gotten to know the Chilly snowman individual that works there.

Somebody makes artwork for her company. It's not Adeleine doing it, though, as instead it's a Vividria individual who is a big fan of Susie. Susie was going to pay her money to make artwork, until the Vividira made it clear she wanted to do it anyways without being paid, and Popstar also doesn't even run on currency as Susie had to learn. She certainly appreciates this Vividria making artwork for her, as she'll take the art to the necessary places within her company. There's a reason why I have this headcanon of a Vividria individual being a big Susie fan, and it's because of the Susie goddess statue in Star Allies. That statue itself also exists in my headcanon world, to show how much that Vividria admires Susie, lmao.

Popstar isn't the only planet Susie has vacationed on, though. She and Taranza once went together on a vacation to Aqua Star, one of the planets that appeared in Kirby 64. She also, of course, visited the Forgotten Land with her fellow wave 3 companions.

Speaking of her vacation in the Forgotten Land, the Deedly Dees band invited her to sing for them one time. She did karaoke for the "Welcome To The New World!" song after she learned its lyrics.

As far as post-Robobot Susie's singing is concerned, she hasn't sung "The Noble Haltmann" ever since her father died. The whole reason she wrote (yes, she wrote it!) and sung that song in the first place was because it was one of her methods to try to get her father to remember her, which of course tragically failed. Now, there's no real reason to sing it. Really sad! But she'll do karaoke for songs that people request her to do. She had a "karaoke night" with Taranza and Magolor one time, because they wanted to see her singing.

Her vacations are her moments to chill out and relax. She works a lot when she's at her job. She knows she sometimes need moments to take a breather and relax. That's why she takes vacations! Even though she does take phone calls from her friends while she's at work, as they sometimes call her just to see how she's doing.

There's a little ice cream place in her home planet, at the HWC's main base of operations. The company made it so Susie can just go there whenever she wants ice cream immediately. She also lets her friends have ice cream there whenever they come to visit her.

The 'Susie Weekend Outfit' mask from Merry Magoland is indeed an outfit that Susie likes to wear on some weekends. She makes herself some nice and cozy relaxing time on the weekends.

Now I should mention the history of Susie's birthdays. It is... tragic. She went through most of her birthdays uncelebrated. How could she have possibly celebrated her birthdays when she was stuck in Another Dimension? She didn't, because she couldn't. Her birthdays still went uncelebrated when she returned, because her mind-controlled dad refused to let them be celebrated. Big sad.

But that changed post-Robobot after she became friends with Kirby. Kirby is such a friend in that he asks people what they do on their birthdays. He asked this to Susie and... got a response that made him really sad. He felt like she deserved better, and so he literally made sure that her birthdays go celebrated from now on. She was hesitant at first because she wasn't used to it, but she eventually relented and became so heartfelt about what Kirby has done in now finally having her birthdays be celebrated. She couldn't believe it at first.

Susie's birthdays have eventually evolved into birthday parties at her home. Kirby, Magolor, Taranza and the mage sisters show up for her in these parties. The first time this happened, it made Susie cry. It really made her emotional to see some people show up together for her, because it hasn't happened to her in forever. She gave Kirby a big thank-you hug for making these little parties be a thing for her now.

I'd say that wraps up the headcanons I wanted to go over for Susie! Man, I had quite a huge amount of headcanons here, don't I? I mean, yeah. Susie is fun! She's one of my favorites. Thank you if you've chosen to read all this, hahahahaha.

I'll do this with other Kirby characters, too. I'm already eyeballing to do this with either Marx or Magolor next, as I also have tons of headcanons for them. Taranza as well! But for now, you get Susie.

I look forward to seeing you for future Kirby series headcanons!

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