#who else takes up 99.99% of my thoughts??????

[angee1011]

I love pjo fandom because we are watching this show and people are like “wow these kids’ parents sure do suck”

And we are just like “✨yes they do✨ isn’t it great ✨”

#pjo series #pjo tv show #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #I mean this strictly in haha isn’t fun to pick apart the narrative #kind of way #we do love our characters having Trauma #it’s adds angst and other good things #obv I’m #writing this having just watched ep 4 #yes I am mostly talking about Nico di Angelo #who else takes up 99.99% of my thoughts??????

[sourpatchys]

My personal Headcannons for Daryl Dixon that I will defend with my life

Just a warning! there is some nsfw❤️‍🔥 content in this list (not a ton)

This is a list full of random Headcannons I have, some are xreader related, some are just fun little things I’d like to believe because they’re fun

He l o v e s head scratches and chin scratches, just like a dog, his mom used to do it to him as a kid, it’s just really comforting to him

He is 100% dyslexic, he’s super insecure about it, which is why he leaves reading and writing up to anyone else who’s willing to do it.

This dude is secretly a math wiz. It came super easy to him, but he does tend to keep it on the down low because it was never something he was allowed to be proud of as a child, and it’s not really a needed skill anymore

I personally do not believe Daryl did anything hard while running around with Merle, Shrooms and weed were his limit 99.99% of the time, unless he felt pressured, but even then it would take a lot of convincing

He’s very self conscious about how thick his accent can get, he grew up in a much more rural area than the rest of Rick and Co. (apart from Maggie of course) and he feels out of place with his speech patterns at times.

Daryl was definitely a highschool drop out, assuming his birthday is January 6th, he left as soon as he was old enough to do it without a parent’s consent (18)

I just know this man never got his license. Can you imagine him paying his way through classes and taking a drivers test? I can’t. He probably just got a state ID for booze and just drove around illegally (if he got an ID at all, I’m sure he knew quite a few places that didn’t card)

He runs hot, the cold is a lot easier for him to handle than the heat, which is why he tended to wear sleeveless shirts or half sleeves

He has never had a “crush” in his life. He’s thought people were hot before, of course he has, but romance was never really on his mind

He’s not a total virgin, but he’s not exactly skilled either. His body count is probably 3, and I guarantee you he was not sober before, during, or after.

He’s a thigh and breast man. Hands down.

I know deep in my soul that this man enjoys some face sitting.

He’s not an overly sexual guy, if you were asexual he’d be okay with never doing anything, so long as you were happy

If you’re nonbinary, he was definitely mean to you at the start, with the way he was raised it simply didn’t make any since to him, BUT once you get closer and he starts to trust you, he might (he will) start asking some questions to understand you better

He isn’t a pet name kinda guy. He’s completely on board with calling you sunshine or princess, but anything past that just isn’t for him, and he really isn’t a fan of you giving him one either, unless it’s just a joking matter like how Carol calls him “pookie” from time to time

He’s a morning person and he hates it. He always wakes up at the ass crack of dawn, and every time he wishes he hadn’t.

He is definitely an insomniac, likely derived from having night terrors as a kid

He’s definitely self conscious about his scars, but not enough to cause issues if anyone happened to see them, he isn’t ashamed of them, but he doesn’t want to explain where their from, and he genuinely hasn’t thought of a good enough lie to tell instead.

When rick saw them for the first time Daryl had him fully convinced he was in a fight with a bear for about a week (rick never asked for the real reason)

He has a heavy sweet tooth, and likes to keep hard candy with him at all times (if possible) and he has never, and will never, pass up chocolate in any form.

He genuinely has chicken scratch for handwriting, he does not plan on ever attempting to make it easier to read, he enjoys the struggle people face when he’s put in a position where he has to write anything down. (Plus it helps conceal his errors if they do figure it out)

He does genuinely want kids in his life. Even if they can’t be his biologically. Being “uncle Daryl” is the best feeling he’s ever experienced, and he really wants to experience that with you if you’d allow it/want it (he would never pressure you to have kids)

Headaches and migraines plague his existence and they always have

He had super long hair as a kid and one of his punishments was his dad shaving it all off, which is why he kept it short until after the outbreak.

He would let you paint his toenails, or match his middle finger with whatever polish you decided to wear

This dude HATES clowns. Seeing a walker in a clown get up would absolutely kill him on the inside

You got sick? Don’t worry about it, he will absolutely attempt to make you soup from scratch using bone marrow and whatever else he can find

Fishing is not his thing. He knows how to, but he much prefers just catching them by hand or with a spear.

The closer you two get, the more likely he is to try and convince you that Bigfoot is real

Daryl is a secret star wars fan

He does NOT like country music, Led Zeppelin, Rob zombie, Ozzy osbourne and Lamb of god are much more his thing

He wasn’t a technology kind of guy, so if you tried to explain any aspect of social media to him he’d be completely lost (he didn’t even have a cellphone)

He has a super dry sense of humor

If he had to choose between starving to death or eating plain Cheerios, he would choose death.

One of the reasons he isn’t big on showering is because he doesn’t have a strong immune system from his childhood neglect, and he doesn’t want to shock his body and get sick

He also just hates the way soap feels on his skin. It’s way too sticky

During sex, he’s not strictly dominant or submissive, he’s ready to adapt to whatever you want, even if that means being strictly vanilla

He’s afraid of Santa Clause

And the Easter bunny

He’s willing to try anything once, even if he doesn’t think he’ll like it

He knows a lot of information on plants and herbs, so depending on your mood, he’ll try to find a flower to brighten your day with a little scribbled note explaining its meaning (because you can actually read his atrocious writing)

He’s never once told you he loves you, and your relationship wasn’t a spoken fact. His actions tend to speak louder than words, and if you say you love him, he will occasionally reply with a “back at ya.” Or “me too”

He always has weird shit in his pockets, like cool rocks he found, dead flowers, and fallen leaves.

He genuinely does not understand a single thing that Eugene says, and he never has.

The first time he ever kisses you on his own (you 100% have to make the first move) it’s a very rough and embarrassed act where he just grabs you and plants one in ya before you can even think about what’s happening

He will change his favorite color to whatever yours is, because if you can see beauty in it, then it’s all he can see from then on out

#daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixion x reader #twd #daryl dixion imagine #daryl imagines #daryl x y/n #twd daryl

[vinelark]

do you have any good reverse robins fic to rec?

oh hell yeah!

Reverse Robins: Joker Junior series by miyaji_08 i rec’d the second fic in this series over here for the timkon of it all, but the series—two parts, both complete—is also one of my absolute favorite reverse robins stories. it goes the joker junior!tim route, so heads up for A Lot of tim-centric trauma, but gives tim (and everyone else) so much healing, too. it also gets creative with the robin of it all, as in, the call sign for batman’s partner is different from the jump because dick wasn’t around to originate “robin” for it, which i always think is a fun extra detail. the batfam characters are great and the young justice crew is also great, so read for top-tier hurt and comfort and great characters and satisfying plot and tim and damian competing to see who is the most Tired big brother of the bunch.

blood of the covenant by envysparkler robins are angsty in any order, but man does this hit the angst sweet spot, which in turn makes the soft parts feel even softer. i genuinely can’t decide what my favorite dynamic is in this AU, between damian & tim (damian wracked with guilt, tim hurting and still wanting an older brother even if he’d never admit it) and tim & jason (no spoilers but chapter 4 especially lights my brain up like a supernova) and tim & dick (i think about the part where dick grayson [tiny, cheerful] uses tim [undead, annoyed] as a jungle gym like once a week).

Wing Beats in Reverse by firefright a longfic where jason gets kidnapped by the mysterious red hood, who turns out to be jason’s not-so-dead predecessor. the jason pov here is great, and i was so compelled by how this AU explored his place in the bat family, and how it managed the emotional fallout from the kidnapping. tim is also so interesting in this—it does something i love in a reverse robins concept, which is make tim’s motivations (and lazarus pit effects) less about anger/hurt/revenge and more about ice cold logic, about being the villain so the bats don’t have to/whether they want him to or not. plus some league of assassins trauma as a cherry on top. also, kon gets to show up for a bit. (as a fair warning—and spoilers ahead—the fic has a somewhat hopeful ending for tim, but doesn’t reach full reconciliation in the scope of the plot.)

i woke up so worried that the angels let go by circees a short but potent batkids age reversal au that’s also a grisha au, starring duke as the coveted sun summoner that damian is trying to deliver to safety without mentally adopting a new brother (damian fails on the second part). even with my limited memory of grisha lore i could tell a lot of thought was put into this au, and i have a feeling it would be even better if you are able to catch all the details. i also love that even in a fantasy world where some of the bat family have magical abilities, duke is still extra special—a great analogy to being a metahuman among the bats.

The 90s Are Back! by RedWritingHood saving the two silly ones for last to lighten the mood! in this one, red hood!tim gets de-aged to sixteen and meets all his new siblings. it’s like .01% angst and 99.99% shenanigans, and pretty much all the dialogue is super quotable but Dick holds out his hands like he's calming a bunch of wild animals. "Okay, I know everyone's real upsetti spaghetti right now, but I think we all just need to calm down." might take the cake.

Clowns Don’t Kill People by mademoisellePlume very short, very silly reverse robins brother shenanigans, in which tiny dick grayson isn’t scared of recovering joker junior!tim because dick, having been raised in the circus, doesn’t associate clowns with evil yet. the fic is fun (and a great palate cleanser if you need a break from the angst above), and the author’s note at the end made me fully laugh out loud.

#reverse robins #fic rec #batfam #when tim as the undead robin is done well it's so 🤌🤌🤌 #once again i reserve the right to add more later because i def forgot some

[heavenlycloud]

the veil~ ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ჻

four: you think i’m cute ‧₊˚ ⋅ ༘☆*.ﾟ

warnings: swearing, crying

pairing: huh yunjin x aespa 5th member! fem reader

summary: to be in the same place at the same time looking for the same thing is one hell of a coincidence. you both hope to find one another and the mutual ties of friendship may guide your way. so close to finding one another, just hope you don’t fall short and miss the opportunity.

author notes: its been SO long since my last update because i was traveling, in classes, now working, AND my laptop FUCKING BROKE ON ME???? so i managed to throw this chapter together using my phone and a glitchy ass version of google docs. there’s probably spelling errors i didn’t catch so sorry in advance!

this chapter might seem messy and not cohesive with the way it starts and ends but it’s because this chapter did get extremely long so due to that + mobile only letting me post 10 photos at a time—i have to split the chapter into two which will be posted soon as the next update. tag list is still open for those of you all who want to be added in, just comment or drop an ask in my inbox! lastly, feedback, comments, reblogs, questions, literally anything but hateful speech is welcome and very much appreciated!

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you jolted awake when you heard the front door to your dorm slam shut followed by muffled sobs and hurried steps to the bathroom. sleep clouded your thoughts and you tried to figure out what was going on elsewhere in the dorm when you went to move your laptop off your bed. you glanced over and noticed you were alone on the video call, and your match was gone. at first you were disappointed and part of you had clung onto the delusion that she’d stay on the call until you woke up. however, that feeling of disappointment was replaced with full blown panic when you saw your camera was turned on when you were 99.99% sure you’d left it off. the only thing keeping you from completely losing your shit was despite the camera being on, your image was blurred by default of the app settings. but, that in no way guaranteed that your identity remained unknown. the screen blur worked when people were sitting a considerable distance from their camera, not a few inches away like you had when you fell asleep. even after you hung up, you racked your brain trying to think about what you could do until you heard a quiet knock at your door.

aeri slipped into your room with tearstained cheeks and swollen eyes as she stood in front of you like a lost puppy. her entire body trembled and her breathing became erratic while she looked down with unfocused eyes. you asked in a serious tone, “are you hurt?” aeri shook her head and you pulled back your blankets and made room for her beneath the covers. she slipped in beside you and you brushed back a piece of hair that fell into her face. the scent of her coconut-apricot shampoo and herbal body wash watered down the lingering odor of alcohol that clung onto her words. there was a small silence before aeri sniffled, “why do i feel like such shit? i thought i would be over all of this by now but i feel the fucking same.” you frowned and ran a hand over her hair before replying softly, “gigi, it’s only been four weeks. you were with him for two years, it’s gonna take time.” you debated on adding on more, but you knew she’d have to hear the truth eventually, “and i know you don’t want to hear it but….running off to other boys and getting white girl wasted isn’t helping much either you know?” she sighed into your shoulder and admitted, “yeah yeah i know but i don’t know what else to do.” you pulled away and looked aeri in the eyes, “you have all of us here, and you can reach back out to your therapist. remember that you have people around you that are here and want to help you when you need it okay?” she nodded slowly and rested her head back on your shoulder before humming, “i will, i promise this time. but right now, i just wanna sleep okay?” you smiled weakly and pressed a kiss to your member’s head, “of course.”

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in the morning you found minjeong sitting alone in the kitchen poking at a bowl of fruit she’d cut up earlier that morning. she looked up and made eye contact with you before looking back down silently. you knew the reason for her being upset so you didn’t bother asking because it’d really only rub salt into the wound. instead, you tried to lighten the mood with another question, “are you excited for the Gucci Cruise Show tonight?” minjeong cracked a smile and responded, “elizabeth olsen is coming and IU sunbaenim! i’m gonna try to get pictures with them if i can.” you gave her a look and she scoffed, “i’m serious this time, i’m not gonna just stare at them from afar. ningning and aeri unnie are rubbing off their extrovert energy on me, i can feel it already.” you shook your head and laughed, “so i’m not going to get a call from you 10 minutes into the after party begging for me to bullshit up an excuse to our manager so you can leave?” minjeong’s face dropped and she glared at you, “shut up.” you threw your head back with laughter and she changed the subject, “how was your date last night? has she talked to you since then?” she saw how you suddenly stiffened at the mention of your match and awaited your reply nervously, “i think she knows who i am.”

aeri walked into the kitchen and sleepily rubbed her eyes, “who knows who you are?” she moved to sit on your lap but shot up when minjeong answered, “her match.” aeri already had her phone out with ningning on FaceTime so you could explain to them both: “i was watching the movies with her last night and it got super late and i guess i dozed off at some point. when i fell asleep my camera was off but when i woke up it was on. the screen blur was on but i was super close to the camera so like i don’t know if she could tell it was me…and i’m starting to think she knows because she hasn’t texted me at all this morning and usually she’s up now.”

ningning tried to offer a consolation, “well your hair isn’t a vibrant color right now and your lights were off so if she saw anything it probably wasn’t much.” aeri chimed in, “yeah and she might have had an early practice this morning and hasn’t had a chance to text you.” minjeong nodded in agreement and told you, “they’re right. it’s probably nothing to worry about.” you sank back into your chair again and picked at your cuticles as you let your mind wander to a world of negative ‘what ifs’. ningning snapped her fingers in front of your face and placed her hand over yours, “hey! stop that. everything is going to be fine so stop letting yourself worry about this girl. instead think about how you might see her tonight at the party.”

minjeong perked up and asked, “what party?” jimin emerged from the hallway while she answered, “it’s choi jisu’s birthday party. every year she has this massive celebration for her birthday.” aeri clapped her hands in excitement and continued, “there’s always a cool theme to go with it. last year it was Starry Night and she hosted it in a literal planetarium! this year’s theme is Masquerade Ball. it’s admission by invitation only and this year we’ve been invited AND management is actually letting us go!” the younger singer furrowed her brows and asked, “for an event so exclusive why is she inviting us when we’ve only met her in passing?” ningning chimed in, “when y/n and i were trainees jisu was also training here with us.” you pointed to her then added, “yeah jisu and i were close back then. it was only a few months because she left SM and we lost touch after that…but like i said we were close.” minjeong stared at you suspiciously and asked, “how close?” aeri snorted and slapped ningning’s arm as the two doubled over laughing. you whined, “not like THAT WINNIE OH MY GOD?!” the latter shrugged and plainly said, “hey i never know…people get around.” her gaze fell to jimin for a millisecond then to the floor as if she never said anything. ningning coughed awkwardly then blurted out, “okay well i uh…i have a thing.” the rest of you all scattered as well to go about your mornings before you had to start getting ready for the big night.

all you wanted to do this morning and afternoon was focus on the upcoming party, but you had to practice. you dragged your feet against the floor of the company building hallways until you reached your destination. music was already playing in the practice room when you opened the door and a blonde woman called out to you, “you’re late.” you turned to check the time on the wall clock just to see it’d been unplugged. instead you made a move to check your phone but the woman swiped it out of your hand before you got the chance to look at it. she playfully mocked the sassy retort you always gave her, “by two minutes.” when you scoffed in feign offense she reminded you, “which still means you’re late. get warmed up, i have to make a few calls.” the older woman walked out of the studio and you did as you were told, starting with some stretches to warm up your muscles.

four hours passed and it was just around lunchtime when you finished the main part of practice. you spun in a circle before falling to the floor in a dramatic dip earning a laugh from your mentor. she stared at you from above and shook her head in amusement before holding her hand out to help you up. when you held out a finger for her to give you a moment, she instead joined you on the floor. your chest slowly stopped heaving but the burning ache in your abdominal muscles remained. you rolled onto your stomach and let your face rest on your forearms with your eyes closed. the older woman patted your behind and praised you warmly, “you did really well today. i can see you’ve been working hard.” for a few moments you both sat in silence as she let you catch your breath before moving to stand up. you followed behind her and hesitated before asking, “wait- hyoyeon unnie….can i ask you something?” your mentor turned around and answered, “what’s wrong, babydoll?” the old nickname she gave you years ago slipped off her lips effortlessly bringing you a sense of security that washed away your nerves.

you tugged at the fabric of your pants and a smile grew on hyoyeon’s face, she loved when you got shy and embarrassed over things because it meant she could tease you about it later. slowly you asked, “can you teach me how to dance? you know how they do in the princess movies? like ballroom dance?” the older woman put her bag back down and clarified, “a waltz?” when you nodded eagerly and excitedly followed her back to the center of the room she laughed. she showed you the moves and explained them simply as you started to get the hang of it within a few short minutes. when she added music to it she started asking more questions, “why do you suddenly need to know this?” you followed her lead and answered as you both moved, “there’s a party tonight and the theme is Masquerade Ball…i just wanna know in case.” hyoyeon could see the way you were trying to hide your smile as you clearly pictured she was someone else. your mentor then prompted, “so it’s not in case you happen to dance with a certain someone?” you shook your head in refusal but she could see right through your lies, yet she didn’t question you. you told her about your outfit for the evening and how your members, minus minjeong, we’re going together as well.

when you both finished dancing to the song, she picked up your phone and handed it back to you. hyoyeon pulled you into a hug, “good work today, babydoll. have fun this evening and take pictures, okay.” you nodded and headed down opposite directions of the hallways as she tacked on, “good luck with your dance, im sure you’ll charm your princess.” you whipped around just to see her smiling at you as she shot a wink over her shoulder. she pointed to her phone then walked around the corner leaving you stunned to a silence. you realized what she meant and checked your lock screen which had numerous notifications that read: Lyra 🪐

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“god- soobin wait! shit fuck- i can’t breathe take it out! somi save me!” yunjin rasped out as her best friend squeezed the last breath out of her lungs while tying up the back of her gown. he let the ribbons go and threw his hands in the air, “somi you’re up. my hands are cramping from the last four times i did it..” somi huffed, “you’re being dramatic. jen come here.” she walked over to her and took a deep breath before yanking the ribbons to the back of the ball gown and tying it tightly. she patted yunjin on the shoulder, “see not so bad right?” yunjin coughed dramatically and winced, “i think you broke one of my ribs…” somi beamed “then i did it right. come on the car is downstairs.” kazuha, chaeyoung, and chloe were already waiting in another room for the other three and the six made their way down to the garage.

chloe gathered more handfuls of her dress’ lilac tulle topped with lavender and silver flowers as she walked and tried not to stumble over her own feet. she asked while looking around for somi’s car, “somi, remind me again how you expect to fit all of us in your car?” the blonde simply pointed to two black Cadillac Escalade trucks, “i got drivers.” the five friends looked at each other with shared glances before remembering this was their best friend they were talking about. chaeyoung helped kazuha into the truck first, picking up her forest green dress so not to ruin it. chloe followed behind her then chaeyoung filled in last, adjusting her navy blue blazer that was lined with silver hearts around the cuffs and trim. from the front seat, keeho turned around, “we waited down here for like an hour.” the girls rolled their eyes and ignored him, insisting that the music be turned up louder instead. meanwhile, soobin was busy helping somi and yunjin into the truck. yunjin went in first and somi followed in suit. her bubblegum pink gown took up a seat and a half, some of the tulle spilling onto beomhan’s lap when he sat behind her. soobin sat in the passengers seat before letting the driver know that everyone was here and they were ready to go.

“who did you invite tonight?” yunjin asked as she watched cars go by in the other street lanes. somi, who was in charge of jisu’s guest list, replied easily, “everyone in jisu’s address book…more or less.” yunjin asked in a more serious tone, “hold on, you didn’t invite jimin did you?” somi looked confused as she slowly answered, “yeah, why?” everyone in the car collectively started speaking over one another causing somi to raise her voice, “STOP YELLING AT ME AND TELL ME WHATS GOING ON!” beomhan lowered his voice as he told her, “she has a thing with ryujin while ryujin also has a thing with jisu. and before you ask yes jisu also has a thing with yeji. i don’t even know what it is honestly. the whole dynamic is a little weird she said. but apparently yeji and jisu are cool and they have their own little…thing. jisu also has a thing with ryujin too though and yeji knows obviously they like live together. but jisu says that she doesn’t really care who else ryujin wants to be with because they aren’t an exclusive thing, right. but then when someone tries to talk to jisu, ryujin gets all territorial, even when it’s yeji sometimes. she said ryujin will act like she’s only hers and her feelings get all hurt when jisu reminds her that they aren’t really a thing. and then in the same breath ryujin turns around with karina and acts like she didn’t even want jisu to begin with. i dunno it’s all just messy.”

yunjin frowned and asked curiously, “i thought karina had a thing with chaewon?” somi added on with a confused look too, “i thought she was messing around with winter?” beomhan pursed his lips as he explained further, “technically you’re both right. karina just has girls she messes with but nothing exclusive. ever since she and ryujin broke up a few months back she’s just been friends with benefits with a couple different people…including ryujin. i’m pretty sure all of them know they’re not the only ones she’s seeing.” soobin offered from the front seat, “well ryujin won’t be there tonight. she has that Gucci event. so even if karina does show up, ryujin wont be around to entertain her.” yunjin added with a shrug, “neither will chaewon.” the rest of the car ride everyone noticed yunjin in her own little world, completely ignoring when taylor swift came on the shuffle.

somi waved her hand in front of yunjin’s face, “jen? hellooooo???” the american singer then snapped out of her trance, “what? my bad what happened?” soobin pointed to the radio and said, “you didn’t sing to the past three taylor songs. are you okay? what are you thinking about?” she tried to play it off but even with the mask over her face it couldn’t hide the smile that pulled at her lips. beomhan glanced at her phone and noticed her Veil app open then he giggled, “she’s talking to her match.” the rest of her friends cooed and teased her before getting her to admit, “jasmine said she’ll be at the party.” somi gasped then questioned, “do you know what she’s wearing?” yunjin shook her head, “nope. she barely even told me she was coming.” soobin asked just as the car pulled into the lot, “do you know if she’s here yet?” yunjin once again refused, “nope.” all of them adjusted their masks over their eyes and secured the ribbons on the backs of their heads before heading into the building to find the massive ballroom. while the ballroom was on everyone else’s mind, all that was on yunjin’s was finding you.

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authors notes: since i’m posting on mobile (my laptop is still being repaired) i can’t post all the messages and tweets id usually do for a chapter. that being said i can’t post the FULL chapter until i get my laptop back. HOWEVER i think it’ll be ready for pickup tomorrow. but cuz i’m working and i have a hectic week ahead i don’t wanna deprive you all of what i do have ready. and idk if i’ll be able to post again tomorrow even tho i’ll have my laptop back ☹️ so just know something big is coming and it is ready to be posted, i just need to get back on desktop! thank you all for being so patient and understanding i know i’ve been breaking promises with my updating schedule since may 😭 but thank you for sticking with me!

#kpop fanfic #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #kpop imagines #girl group fluff #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #girl group reactions #the veil au

[waitineedaname]

Okay cool beans, I was like 99.99% sure you'd be okay with it but like, I figured it was polite to ask lmao

Anyway thoughts on how Ed and Al came to be fostered by the Curtises in your modern AU? Would love to hear if you have thoughts on Sig's relationship with the boys too, in this house we love and appreciate Dad Sig! Also I noticed Ed is trans in that fic, and I wonder how that went over with them! Supportive yes, but I'd love to hear more <3

I was actually writing something about them first getting fostered by the Curtises recently! I should pick that wip back up tbh. I'm gonna put this under the cut bc my response got kinda long!

I think the Elrics' origin is pretty similar to canon -- their dad left when they were really young and they don't know why, and their mom died of an illness not long after. The Rockbells took them in for a while bc their families were close, but after Winry's parents died, it was just Pinako taking care of three children, and she's just one old lady, so they ended up in foster care

Sig is the one who suggested becoming foster parents, since they couldn't have kids of their own but they both really wanted to be parents. Izumi was hesitant at first, but eventually agreed. The Elrics were probably around eight and nine? And they ended up staying with the Curtises p much until they turn eighteen (I'm tempted to say the Curtises officially adopt them)

Sig adores these boys. Izumi does too, but she's the Tough One, she's willing to play bad cop. On the McDonald's alignment chart, she's the one who drives up to order a black coffee, meanwhile he's the one to actually buy the boys Happy Meals. Sig might look big and scary but he's really a huge softy and he loves his foster sons a lot :')

As for Ed being trans, it went over pretty easy with the Curtises! Actually, here's an excerpt from that wip:

The brothers probably were considered a problem case by the foster system, but the Curtises Do Not Care. Ed being trans is the least of their concerns. Once puberty starts creeping on the horizon, they help him figure out hormones, and they make sure his schools respect his name or else they will face the wrath of Izumi Curtis, and no one wants to face her wrath

#asks #birbliophile #i should write more of this fic but it's one of like SIX wips i have rn and i need to focus on the au roulette #but yeah. i like thinking about them :] #idk if the curtises were the elrics' first foster parents #but the elrics were definitely the first kids the curtises took in #their social worker was probably like yeah these kids are a tough case bc theyre disabled and one is trans and has a foul attitude #and izumi was just quaking with rage at children being spoken about like that #she might do tough love but she will NEVER consider them problems for things they can't help #izumi and sig don't intend to replace their parents #but they still love those boys like their own #and in turn the boys come to respect them a whole lot and love them as surrogate parent figures #they know sig is steady as a rock and always in their corner #and they know that no matter how much she scolds them izumi will ALWAYS fight for them #im rambling. i love the curtises so much okay #fma modern au

[guhamun]

multimuse combination meme; accepting || @nvrcmplt

⭐ I send with full love. Take all the time you need, Shi. I am at your mercy. ⭐

Jianyu and Beornræd: I love to imagine that they have a friendly rivalry with one another / have met many times in the past, especially since, though Jianyu's people ceased being full blown nomadic over time, they still have a process where some of the village leaves with the cattle to let the grass recover and then come back in another season. Them meeting several times during that and testing one another's skills. Tala....childhood...friends...-closes eyes-

Jianyu and Einri: SAME HAT AS BEOR. Except Jianyu probably disapproves of his sticky fingers and wishes Einri would find something else to do aside from 'accidentally' taking something from someone. He finds his skill with the bow to be impressive and sometimes likes having little competitions with him. Even though they probably would bump heads because Einri is...Einri...he would respect how overall skill.

Jianyu and Chenlong: Just from a glance, Jianyu would know that Chenlong is powerful, and that alone would make him want to learn more about the blade from him. I like to think that they exchanged blows in a friendly spar and then from there he was basically fascinated. Jianyu is constantly wanting to grow as a warrior and a swordmaster, so it would be interesting to explore something like this for sure!

Me rounding up all your mercenaries into my arms. I don't know a lot about them, but holding out brochures how would they like to work with the Band of Blades sometimes---

Damian and Vaclav: You already know probably how I feel about them but like Damian finds Vaclav to be so interesting (cool). First impressions for him were good stuff, so I imagine he would love to occasionally speak to Vaclav because he'd feel like they understand what it's like to be a creature shaped like a person, basically. They might be different species, but he would probably hold many things Vaclav told him in high regard due to said respect.

Damian and Aapeli: I imagine that Damian doesn't really like going to regular doctors much, and since Aapeli is a werebeast like himself, he'd feel ten times more comfortable talking to them due to their differences from humans. Probably does house calls occasionally if necessary.

Kyojuro and Junpei: With Junpei being an older slayer, though disgraced whose name is no longer uttered by anyone in the corp, I imagine that Kyojuro would defer to his wisdom in concerns to certain sword techniques and quickest way to deal with certain demons. The reason for the other's disgrace wouldn't really be within Kyojuro's scope to ask as he would still see them as one who had taken up the blade and still fought demons.

Kyojuro and any of the hakkenden guardians: I don't know why, but the thought of one of the hakkenden guardians choosing him to look after just has me -chef kiss- Kinda like in Okami when they were with others, but would return to that Satomi household the moment they were summoned by whoever held the ability to call them.

Kyojuro and Jiyuna: I like the thought of Jiyuna looking in on Kyojuro sometimes after he saved him from that cage. Then they just become close from there from constant meetings.

Nagayoshi and Olu: I feel in my very soul that Naga would like Olu. I don't know why but this calls to me. He has such a fiery temperament, but I also feel like Olu can pretty much reel him in whenever that happens.

Arash and Vuir (fantasy verse-ish perhaps!): Arash wandering into Vuir's territory when he's hunting for his village thinking that he heard the calls of a bird, but instead, he's met with a dragon. They hit it off pretty well, primarily because Arash is just so damn chill 99.99% of the time and doesn't flee upon being discovered, but talks to Vuir instead.

Arash and Tyler: They would get along so well fdsffsfsd. He and Tyler are the most chill people and I can see them hitting it off right from the beginning as a result of this. Probably occasionally goes to his shop because he really likes scented candles and likes putting them around his Master's home. 1000% knows that Tyler is a witch since he can feel it.

Tomoe and Yatagarsu: As one who guides others, I imagine her encountering them a great deal when she was alive, but when she's summoned, still sees them. She is very respectful to them...even though...they are sometimes embarrassing and are nothing like the stories she heard in concerns to their mannerisms.

Tomoe and Weisheng: Her coming to visit every now and then for blade upkeep -- wishes that he would stop drinking all the time. Probably also cleans up his residence when he passes out because she can't stand how messy things gets.

Atha and any of your undead people: ANY. ANY OF THEM. It's his duty to aid the dead in moving on, and equally his duty to deal with necromancy of any kind. Though at the same time, he would be interested in learning more about the 'why' of this undead army as he also attempts to help spirits pass on in the area like he believes they should.

#nvrcmplt #[-puts a whole box in front of you- JKFHSKFFDSFSS #these are the ones that came to me first even though I can name more but you know you can always #just throw any and everyone at any muse at any given time--] #;ooc jabber #;ask reply meme #OH AND NEUVI AND PERCIVAL AND----

[mygwenchan]

Stray thoughts while watching Love Syndrome III - EP6

Got my Ginger Ale and Taokaenoi seaweed snacks ready. Alright guys, let's do this~

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Day being nice feels weird though. Is it a trap or has he decided to be a decent person for once?

Oh no, the little one is crying :( Itt needs a hug, poor thing

That scene with them holding hands and looking deep into each others eyes and the romantic music... I'm sorry, but it really cracked me up 😂

Oh! My two best boys Night and Nik are back, nice~

More cake in this episode. But won't Itt feel sick if he eats a tiny bit of porridge and a whole damn cake? Also why are there so many people in that bedroom all of a sudden?

"Are you eating or crying. Make up your mind!" Apparently Day has never heard of multitasking

Awkward cake feeding scene. There's some kink going on there, me thinks (god I hope Frank likes orange cake, cause if not... poor dude)

Well, at least Day knows he's been terrible towards Itt. Self-reflection is the first step on the way to self-improvement ☝

Ball is such a good boy, so nice. And Day is jealous as fuck lol

Itt in the garden: Darling, you really want to water your garden with that small ass watering-can? Yes? Ok... will only take you like 2 hours, but you do you

Damn, Day really did everything for Itt. No wonder Itt ended up being so spoiled...

Sinister music, weird phone call were no one is answering... My spider senses are tingling!

Day, don't talk about dying... and that sinister music again. Yeah something is definitely afoot!

Uh, is that the long-haired dude from that bar in ep1? I can't remember faces for shit... but yeah, I think that's him. I sense more trouble!!

...and the guy just answered my question lol Yeah it's him, and he has a name! Korn. And Day is jealous again. That man's tits are never calm

Ooooohhh! Day called Itt his boyfriend! That is what jealousy can do to a man 😂

Itt, I'm sorry, but you really suck at cooking. I've never seen someone peel a carrot like that

Romantic onion chopping flashback~

Oh god that scream when Day almost fainted totally gave me a fright XD

And suddenly we've got a battle between alpha dom Day and alpha dom Korn while... one of them get's a makeover? That's random, but ok 🤨

Day, calm down. Don't cut off ears in your own shop, do it somewhere else! Think about the mess your employees would have to mop up. Think about the poor working class people!

Yeah sorry, but I liked Korn better with long hair. It fit his cunt aesthetics. Also Korn, I think pissing off an ex-mafia guy who has killed people isn't such a good idea, just saying

And suddenly it's cute nose rubbing time~ Well, that's a sweet ending for this episode 🌈💕

#after i decided to treat this series like my trash watch of the eurovison #i must say that i'm actually having quite a lot of fun :) #love syndrome #love syndrome the series #love syndrome iii #gwen's watchlist

[welcometotheunknownlosers]

Had a revelation this morning (not really, i thought of this before but it particularly struck me this time)

But Scara,,, hating the Shogun is a (relatively speaking) new development

Cause when he woke up, its canon that he aint got no heart no more, and thus couldn’t feel (+ understand..? Maybe?) emotions

Its only when he gets to the forge and he meets Katsuragi, Nagamasa, and the gang (WHO HE CALLS HIS FAMILY. AAA) that he gets to witness emotions that arent whatever Ei was feeling at that time

So, he wouldn’t even have been ABLE to hate her anyway.

But, being at the forge is really important to his lore, not just because Katsuragi died.

It might just be me, but even though I know it, i tend to forget that like, scara’s a puppet and he was never exactly like,, a baby baby, like how you think of when you hear the word baby. Just a Littol guy.

But that doesnt mean that he NEVER was a baby. He was, just in the way dolls are. So.. when was he a baby? Or at the very least, some sort of child mind?

If you said the forge! That is 100% right. The people at the forge were the first people he ever had prolonged contact with (since technically he did know Ei, and likely Yae too). He’s still young, he doesnt know how people work, he was left alone with like,, nothing except his clothes, literally. So the people like Katsuragi, Nagamasa, Kinjiro, Nozomu, and Miyazaki, they were his FAMILY. They were the people he looked up to. They were the people that he learned from.

And since Scara is just a child here, not only does he take in knowledge of forging, and whatever else they taught him about the world, but he probably MIMICKED THEIR BEHAVIOR. Thats how a child learns how to act around others, copying those around them. And since he can’t feel emotion, what he’s really doing is creating an elaborate mask, that almost replicates what he would have been able to feel if he still had his heart, just it lacked any real feelings behind.

So why is this so important? 

Scara, canonically, believed everyone at the forge was good, upright, strong, and or gentle. 

But the forge is when he was met with (according to the cutscene) his second betrayal. And I would like to argue its the only of the three that can be accurately classified as a betrayal. Something happens -> Scara tries to help -> His “family” (More specifically, Nagamasa)  locks him up for that. It was Nagamasa who called him an “Abomination” (assumed, since it is he who calls scara “neither man nor mechanism”). Of course, Scara is broken out by Katsuragi —> some things happen here that arent relevant to my point —> he comes back, only to find Katsuragi dead. But Scara wasn’t there to see Nagamasa kill him. He didn’t witness the actual reason, probably, he was told by someone, that Nagamasa killed Katsuragi because he believed he betrayed him. 

And that is WHERE Scara “learns” that betrayal is linked with death (something we find he uses to describe what happened with his child) and with not wanting someone around anymore (why he subsequently labels Ei abandoning him as a betrayal). 

What’s more, is if we look at the aftermath of the Katsuragikiri-Nagamasa incident, it directly parallels with the death of Scara’s child

Nagamasa kills Katsuragi —> He throws the Daitatara Nagamasa, the weapon used, into the fires of the furnace

Something (probably Illness? Or Fatui if we want a conspiracy) kills the child —> Scara burns down the house with the body in it

Might that be a stretch? Probably. But to me it shows just how much influence these people had on Scara, specifically Nagamasa. While he saw Katsuragi as a friend, he likely saw Nagamasa as an authority figure. And we all know authorities are such g r e a t role models. (Also, im 99.99% sure that the Raiden Gokaden incident was also inspired by this, except I no longer know where to put it in my timeline of events so we will wait and see)

But the true extent of it is only shown once Scara gets his delusion.

His delusion, gave him access to emotions! Something he wanted!

But only the negative ones. Thus, suddenly he can accurately mimic the worst traits from everyone he met, and unfortunately, that includes Nagamasa.

Proud, Upright, Stubborn, Obsessed Nagamasa, gives these traits to Scara, who takes them, and because that is all that he can replicate, takes these traits, along with misguided beliefs that he made along his journey, and multiplies them tenfold. 

THAT is when he starts to enjoy being superior to others

THAT is when he becomes the most despised Harbinger

and THAT is when, such as how Nagamasa wished to remove himself from Chiyo’s misdoings and tried to prove that his family is still honorable despite what the Shogun might believe, Scara wishes to remove himself from the emotions that made Ei discard him in the first place and prove to her that he IS worthy of being a God

THAT is when he decides that he hates Ei

I forget what i wanted to put as my conclusion oh actually never mind i remember. I dont hold Nagamasa accountable as its not really something he had control of (except for killing Katsuragi. That one is on you buddy) i just think its neat and i might be totally wrong but who knows. Im not a psychologist lol.

#scaramouche #scaramouche theory #scaramouche genshin #genshin theory #genshin #genshin impact #genshin 3.1 spoilers #3.1 spoilers #katsuragi #mikoshi nagamasa #scaras child #ei #idk i just like seeing parallels #i know for certain ive absorbed behaviors from my friends #and it just seems that scara is the prime target for personality absorption

[lotsofplanetshaveadeathstar]

Why is this feeling?

Hey look, a Rough Day™ that's not a Monday, plot twist! (Tuesday wasn't wonderful, but I'm generously saying that 40% of that was bc I was some kind of sick, so I'm just gonna leave it at that and move on.)

So for a looooong time, like YEARS, I didn't go on any social media that wasn't Twitter basically ever. No FB (except for the work page to do shift trades/giveaways, but that was it), no IG, no Snapchat, no Tumblr, nothing. I was solely active on Twitter, and it's still my preferred site (I really do hate everything going on with the new management though, it's horrible), and I saw a tweet not too long ago that summed up why that was - it was a words site, not a picture site. I am definitely a words person. I can take and edit a picture like the best of them, but the way some people treat it, as if their profile and what they chose to post there is what defines their life, has never been overly appealing to me - when I post, it's usually for something important or celebratory or my annual pumpkin carving reveal, not a filtered selfie with a "quirky" caption or a shot of myself weirdly posed in front of some mildly interesting background for no reason. I can express myself and my thoughts in words that are truer to me than most pictures could ever be, and I can mostly do so in 280 characters or less, which is honestly quite a skill for a person who is great at taking a short informal phrase and turning it into an essay-length formal statement. (Also, you can retweet things on Twitter with two clicks, you can't share anything on Insta nearly that easily, just saying...)

So what does my self-imposed distance from social media have to do with today's emotional mess? Well, one of the reasons I stopped going on the more photo-based sites was because of how seeing everyone's *posted* lives (HEAVY emphasis on *posted*, bc I am keenly aware that the overwhelming majority of social media users only post the A roll stuff that makes their lives look like sunshine and rainbows 24/7, which they absolutely are not) was starting to have a negative effect on my mental wellbeing.

Like a lot of people, probably 99.99%, my life didn't follow the path I thought it would when I was a bright-eyed baby adult fresh from high school. I thought that I would go to college and meet people and maybe get a boyfriend and then I'd get a job right out of graduation and have a place of my own and everything would just fall in line and be perfect.

HA

This VERY MUCH did not happen. I mean, some of it did, but the whole picture never came together in that way. I did go to college and meet people and made some really wonderful friends, but I never got my "dream job" (I still don't even know what it is, tbh) and I'm still single and I don't have a place of my own (honestly a blessing and a curse at this point).

I am very much aware that everyone's path in life unfolds in its own time, and that it is incredibly frustrating that most of the time there is nothing that can be done to change this.

Rerouting back from this little tangent, what was happening was that I wasn't where I thought I would be in life at that point, and seeing people's happy (and curated) posts showing off their great new job or fun relationship or some other milestone that I hadn't hit yet, and it was starting to make me feel like I was failing at life in some way and that everyone else was doing so much better than I was and how could I ever figure it out if I hadn't already done so by this point? It was just a constant stream of everyone showing off their successes (which they absolutely should, no shade there, everyone should be able to celebrate their accomplishments in life, it's well-deserved), and the pressure seeing all those posts created, as well as the pressure to constantly be online to see all those posts and to try and time my own posts to when they would be seen by the most people, was creating so much negative energy inside myself directed towards myself that I stopped going on FB and Instagram pretty much cold turkey. Almost immediately, I noticed a positive change in my brain, which, for me, was worth being out of the loop on people's daily lives and falling out of touch with those whose only relationships with me was commenting "Happy Birthday" when prompted by the FB reminder notification. I would still occasionally post on Instagram and have it cross-post to FB or add to my IG story when at a "show-off worthy" event, but other than that, I almost never used either app for more than a few moments a month for several years.

Fast forward to now, where, for some inexplicable reason, I have started browsing on both apps again, often to the point of refreshing to get new content (mostly funny reels on FB bc I refuse to download TikTok). Most of my long-term FB friends from high school rarely post on the platform anymore, so the content I do see, if any, is usually something along the lines of a vacation photo dump or a holiday outfit or a couple's pic, and Instagram is usually along similar lines with stories showing off a night out at a concert or vacation or some other fun excursion. These kinds of posts are mostly harmless to my psyche, probably bc most of the posters are more on the acquaintance level at this point, so I can look at their lives from a more objective outsider's perspective. Even the posts that deal with life milestones I thought I'd be celebrating as well by this point are usually fine bc I know I'm not at the point in my life where I'd be ready for them (I honestly don't know how some of my classmates have multiple children already, even the idea of having to keep a small human alive exhausts and frightens me).

But sometimes, there's a post that feels like a dropkick to the emotions and we end up here at another Rough Day™.

I don't want to go into details about what the post was, but I think I can figure out why it affected me the way that it did.

Obviously, I'm happy for the person who made the post bc it was celebrating that person being comfortable in their own skin in all the ways for the first time in a very long time, and that is a great thing. However, I think this just happened to kick me right in my insecurities about similar things and that's where my feelings are coming from.

I know that there's no reason to be jealous of what this person posted, because this person has had challenges that I haven't had to face, and for them to be at this point is a huge win. But I think I always kind of held on to the idea that we were both insecure and upset about where we were for certain aspects of our lives as some kind of lifeline, however ridiculous that might be in hindsight, and now that lifeline is gone (whether actually or perceivably makes no difference for the present moment) and I feel left behind once again, just like I did when it seemed like everyone on my social media feeds were achieving all kinds of great feats while I was stuck down below.

I know where my insecurities about this come from, and I am hoping with all my heart and soul that everyone is right in saying that I will look back on this in the future and think how silly I was to be so unconfident about my life and to have these insecurities at all.

I know that my decision to go back to school and be close to a decade older than most of the other students is a major cause of some of my insecurities. It's really hard to escape the idea that my age will only be a hindrance, and tbh I don't know what would make me not believe that, so I hope there's something out there that will someday.

I know that nobody is going to hold themselves back for me, and obviously I agree, nobody should. But sometimes it feels like I'm floundering out here on my own, and having someone else who feels similarly is sometimes the greatest sense of relief, and having to let that go is almost physically painful at times.

I'm fairly positive that feeling like everyone else is outpacing me is a huge negative factor in my current emotional state. It's just really hard to feel like everyone else is on track and going full-steam ahead and you're just stuck in a tiny canoe paddling with one oar and going in circles.

I have a final in two days for a class that I almost certainly will fail if I don't do very well on the exam, which would be a first for me and is probably adding to my Rough Day™. I've mostly accepted my fate either way, but it's hard to say how I'll feel if and when it actually happens. But the idea of failing definitely isn't boosting any morale in conjunction with the aforementioned post.

Sometimes I get really lonely and I miss people who have left or even people who never really were here to begin with, and sometimes people who never existed outside of my brain. That definitely doesn't help anyone's mental wellbeing.

I think this is kind of devolving from its original purpose...

So I saw a post that really kicked me in my insecurities and I needed to get it out to get through this Rough Day™, which is how we got here. Now how to deal with it...

First, I think I'm going to go back to restricting my social media consumption. Maybe it won't be as harsh as it used to be, maybe it will, we'll just have to see what balance is healthiest for me. I also think I might start posting a little bit more on Instagram, maybe as a way to celebrate my own milestones and accomplishments and have a way to look back on them in the future.

Second, once Saturday has passed (and it's gonna be a beast between the exam and then work afterwards), I'm going to make a list of all the things I need and want to do, of all levels of importance and difficulty and size. Maybe this way I can get a little more organization into my life and then use that as a way to keep moving forward with other aspects.

Third, I'm going to aim to do something at least once a month that is just for me and that works as a sort of reset moment, whether it's a trip to a park by myself or making my own double feature at the movies, just something to re-ground myself and help build up my confidence in myself and doing things by myself for myself.

I think it helped, at least a little, to get this out. I think I just needed to take a moment and sort through the emotions and breathe and remind myself that someday soon, there's gonna be a day that I'm gonna want to post about, and while it might not be for the same reasons as this post was (I can all but guarantee it won't be, if and when that day comes, it'll be wayyy in the future), it'll be important for me and that's the only part that matters.

I'm still a little emotionally jumbled but I can get through that soon enough. Here's hoping there's no more Rough Days™ ahead for this year, because I'm really getting tired of them.

(If you've made it to the end of this and are not my future self rereading this, please reevaluate your life choices bc even watching paint dry would have been a more productive use of your time.)

[noritoshiikamo]

i woke up and decided to actually think today, and so i thought about naoya!��

like we all know he’s a totally misogynistic freak who treats women like property💀 and we’re also like 99.99% sure he has a breeding kink.💀 and i was just like ‘what if after like a week or so of breeding (not having sex, literally breeding bc it’s naoya💀) he finds out his precious little wife is pregnant and now he’s a total simp bc pregnant women need to be cautiously taken care of. he doesn’t want anyone else around his wife but she needs constant care so he has to learn to actually appreciate women!

bonus point: she gets to treat him like shit but is gaslighting him by just blaming it on pregnancy symptoms.😭

now i wanna be naoya’s pregnant wifey,, uwu <3

naoya zenin x fem!reader continuation from this // *screams internally* not a fic just word vomits idky the idea of soft naoya is in my head but it is tagging: @booksweet @fushigurocockslut @lazy10ieiri @sassyeahhhh @cotton-curse @thevoidwriting @dukina @miss-ryomen @megumifushi @duskamethyst @sookyshima @t-tatsumaki - befora yall come to me with the slander, i was drunk

- no question asked

your marriage to naoya was handled quick and immediately after your defeat; after all he knew you're such a flight risk.

you both were named the successor of the head of clan after your father stepped down and being beaten and humiliated by you multiple of time hadn't humbled the crap out of him; only fuel him to break you into his submissive little breeding bunny. you both hadn't left your side of the wing of the estate after the ceremony. it has been weeks since you stepped outside. naoya had stripped you off your privilege of being clothed. food and fresh water were constantly supplied to your door. you didn't know what fueled him, not that anything wasn't fully consented but you were always reminded of where you truly belonged; underneath him.

"st-stop! no more, no more!"

you were clawing on his wrist, sweat dripping down your face as your cunt welcomed his mean, rapid thrusts. you were shaking, legs folded on the ledge of the bed, his hand around your throat with his teeth clamped on your neck leaving more trail of bruises. "i'll said when it's done," naoya hissed, tightening the grip to your waist, "all you need to be is my good wife and take it all in." his threats went straight to you cunt and he no longer muffled your scream as you felt your umpteenth orgasm came crashing in.

"naoya!" you cried, digging your nail further into his skin.

you could hear his chuckle right by your ears, his nose nuzzled into your locks as his hips continued to thrust forward. "what's it, bunny?" he cooed, you could feel his hand along the valley of your breasts, along your belly and down to your throbbing clit. you threw your head back, tears streaming down your face as you felt his finger torturously circling on it. you could barely string up your words, your choked up moans were melodious to him.

"you don't look so cocky now huh?" he tightened his grip to your neck, "all you need is some good fucking and you're reduced back to nothing but a cum dump. my little cum dump." you want to protest, grunting as you could feel how sloppier his thrusts were. naoya was close and the closer he is, the more degrading he is. it didn't take long until he started filling you up, spurts of his warm cum feeling your inside but you were drifting out of your mind to even care.

you woke up the next day completely drowsy and confused.

you felt suffocated and it wasn't because of the thick, fluffy comforter draped over your body; it was naoya's limbs wrapped around you.

"get off me," you grumbled, fingers peeling the tight grip around your waist only for him to pull you closer. "shut up," he mumbled, eyes close as he nuzzled deeper in the crook of your neck, "shut up or i'll find something to keep your mouth busy." you rolled your eyes and accepted your defeat. it was odd to wake up in his arms, naoya isn't a cuddling type of husband. he's strict, he enjoys his personal space not that he cared about yours and he was never a warm, morning kiss, pleaser kind of man.

of course it was all short lived as you felt his finger trailing down your belly.

you were still soaked from last night, he knew it as he dipped his fingers in. his fingers found your clit and you drew in a long breath as he started circled slowly. you started to remember slowly what had happened yesterday; how overstimulating had knocked yourself down, fainting just as he filled you up. you could feel your face burning up but naoya wasn't gonna notice it when he busy buried in your neck lapping gently on your skin.

you could hear the frantic beating of his chest against your back. a long deep sigh escaped your lips as he continued his touches. his fingers prodded your lips, prompting you to suck it. the pressure around his finger from your mouth had him breathing hard. with your saliva coating his finger, it found your breast, the coldness of the fluid had your nipple hardened instantly.

"does that feel good, bunny?" he whispered in your ear.

"y-yes."

"good," he tilted your head for a kiss. you were startled, he never kissed you with such passionate but you basked it all in. he swallowed each one of your moans, with every mewls and pleases had your husband teasing you for more. you could feel his sly smile against your lips as he quickened his motion. you could feel the knot threatened to snap in your belly and as his lips latched on your nipples, you couldn't hold it much longer. you thrashed against his body as you screamed, his fingers didn't stop immediately milking you out of your orgasm. he pressed a kiss on your marked breast, his face hovered above yours as he slipped his slick coated fingers between his lips, slurping up all your arousal clean.

"good morning, my wife," his deep raspy voice greeted you with such excitement. the sunlight peaked through the curtain, illuminating his body, you couldn't help but to grunt annoyingly over how beautiful the man looked like. "morning," you grumbled, hand reaching forward to push the strays of his forehead, "you're too chirpy for my liking. can you go back to being asshole?" you let his lips showered your arms in kisses, from your wrist to your knuckles, to the tip of your fingers. your forehead scrunched in confusion as he rested your palm on his cheek.

"they told me i can't be mean to an expecting mother."

your face fell, shoving him off you as you sat up, "that's not funny, zenin." he lolled his head to side, cocking his head to the table on your side. your blood ran cold as you saw a letter folded neatly with your name on it. "naoya, it's not funny!" your voice cracked as you grabbed the letter. he was right.

your hcg level is high; you are pregnant.

"get out," you yelled, tossing the pillow straight to his face, "get out get out get out!"

it was rough couple of days. you kicked naoya out of your room. locking yourself in as you tried to comprehend the fact that you're carrying a child. he came by every hours or so, bringing you meal as you locked yourself in the bathroom out of spite. you don't want to see him but most of the time it was just your morning sickness. the twisting of the bathroom knob startled you, you forgot to lock it this time but you were emptying your stomach to even care at this moment.

"if you could've just eaten, this would be easier."

you hurled over the bowl, "shut up, it was your stupid cock that got me here."

of course, naoya laughed. you feel his kiss on your shoulder but you were too lazy to fight him. he took of your clothes, lifting you up to the shower where he sat you between his laps, gently running the water along your body. he took his time to lather soap all over your body, ignoring your protests as he gently massaged your legs and shoulders. you sescretly enjoyed his pampering. "you'll get wet," you grumbled, eyes closing as he slowly massaged your scalp. by this time you were sure he was as wet as you are.

"i don't mind," he said, nonchalantly, "my wife needs me."

my wife needs me, the words lingered in your brain as he rested you on the sink, gently patting your damp body with a warm towel. his silence were overwhelming, naoya has always been full of snide remarks. you clenched on the towel tightly, watching his back as he slowly shed off his wet clothes, wrapping a towel around his waist. you haven't see him naked in a while, in fact you haven't see him in awhile. he caught you staring, you didn't try to hide it. in fact, you missed him a lot.

"are you crying?" he teased as he tilted your chin up.

"fuck off."

"aww, does my wife missed me?" he cooed, lips ghosting just above your lips as his eyes bore deeply into yours. his eyes widened in excitement when you let of a yes, a chuckle escaped his lips as he hoisted you up from the sink to the bed, gently placing you on the newly made bed. he must've sent in a servant to replace the sheet while they were in the bathroom. naoya had planned it all from start. he fed you, clothed you before handling you the daily vitamins.

you stared down on colourful pills on your palm.

"it's good for the baby," he brushed a stray hair off your face, holding up a glass of water.

"what is it then? i'll eat it if you can tell me what it is," you asked, brows up in defiance. you know naoya zenin well, you fought him, you challenged him, you married and bed this man- he could never be a good husband, let along a father. this baby was a disaster waiting to happen. you wanted to be a mother, when time is right but you weren't sure if naoya is the best person to have one with. but what you were sure of was that he would not know what pills you were holding.

but you were wrong.

"that's folic acid and that one is iron supplement. you don't need much, that's what the doctor said for now, but we'll get you checked later if you need more. " naoya couldn't hold back the smile he had as he enjoyed the shock look on your face. sure, you were just someone he married out of spite, out of proving to his family that he's capable of ruling the zenin clan one day, but he had grown to love the baby he made in you and you; oh you were pain to tame but you're his pain, his pride and his joy.

"don't act so shock, you get 9 months to fuck me over with the baby. i don't know why you're so stubborn. i told you," he ran his fingers along your cheek and jaw, hooking it under your chin as he tilted your head up, "all you need to do is be my pretty little wife and i'll give you everything you want."

you cocked your brows up, clutching on his wrist, "everything? no limits? no question asked?"

"no question asked," he promised.

"i want natto, i want it so badly," you cooed, lips jutted forwards as you looked up to him pleading. he laughed, surprised that of all thing you would've asked, you asked for some stinky beans. you tugged on his collar, pulling him closer with a smile, "and then maybe," you bit your bottom lips, face warming up as you pull him closer, "maybe a kiss."

"huh, a kiss?"

you grinned, "maybe a lot of them."

"then, your wish is my command."

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[bonky-n-steeb]

𝑆𝑊𝐸𝐸𝑇 𝐷𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑀𝑆

PART SIX

𝘽𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 | 𝙋𝙀𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙀𝙍 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Your daily routine involves waking up in the morning, going to work and sulking at night. But then you meet the man you’ve fantasized about for your entire life, Bucky Barnes. At the same time, you've caught someone else’s eye and his first step in winning you over is to cook you breakfast. But will you be welcoming of that person’s affections?

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: yandere, obsession, stalking, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering, please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.  

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, sᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ

SERIES MASTERLIST || MASTERLIST

Peter blinked dumbly at Bucky who was standing with his mouth wide agape. He was still crouching down in his signature pose on the countertop. A few minutes passed when neither spoke and just stared at each other. Peter couldn’t understand what Bucky was doing in your house?

“Uh..., let’s just pretend neither of us saw each other.” Peter finally broke the silence. He knew this was for the best. Bucky had caught him, but he too had seen Bucky.

Keeping his eyes still on Bucky, Peter pushed the window open once again with his left hand. If Bucky would keep his mouth shut for Peter, Peter too would return his gratitude.

He was just about to slip out when Bucky finally snapped back. “It’s you?” Bucky shouted without keeping in mind that you were sleeping just one floor above. “Shhhhh. You don’t want to wake her up, do you?” Peter said in a hushed tone.

Bucky clenched his jaw and thought for a moment. “I could wake her up and expose you. You are following her around, aren’t you? You are the one who gave her that dog. Do you know how distressed she is? What did you even think while doing this? Did you sell your brain?”

Bucky was fuming by now. How dare he trouble you? You were so kind, so generous, so virtuous, he could just go on about how amazingly talented you were; and then there was Peter, wanting to harm you.

Peter pursed his lips and frowned. “Go on. Scream. Scream so loud that not just her but even the Avengers wake up. Call them all and tell them. Tell them that you were waiting in her house for the entire night.

The news might go along the lines: the Winter Soldier who was in the house of the Avenger’s manager at 5 in the morning saw the friendly neighborhood Spidey enter through the window.” Peter slow claps at that.

“Everyone is gonna buy this story, aren’t they? Absolutely believable.” Peter said giving Bucky a mocking smile. Bucky opened his mouth to say something but immediately closed it.

He knew Peter was right. Nobody would believe him, maybe not even Steve. Well, it would be difficult to digest if a random person accused Peter of stalking. And the cherry on the ice cream was that he was the winter soldier, everyone would believe the story to be the other way around.

That he was stalking you and Peter caught him. And it would be believable, Steve knew he liked you. Hell, Steve had even doubted him once asking whether he stalked you. No way in hell anyone was going trust his words.

“Don’t think too hard. You know I’m right.” Peter said finally sliding down the counter and shrugging. There was a smile splayed on his lips that Bucky wanted oh so badly to wipe.

“You better not tell this to anyone, not even Captain Rogers.” Peter demanded. Bucky clenched his vibranium arm wishing badly that he could punch the piece of shit in his face. “Fine. But what’s my end of the deal?”

Peter scoffed, “Really? When will you learn diplomacy? It’s simple, you keep your mouth sealed and I’ll keep mine. Because if we both were to speak 99.99% of the people would take my side.”

Bucky nodded silently. “Why are you doing this?” Bucky asked knitting his eyebrows. “What sick pleasure do you get by hurting her?”

Peter shook his head, a hurt expression replacing his smug look as Bucky doubted his love, “No, you are getting this wrong. I swear I haven’t once hurt her. All I do is take care of her. And she likes it too, we’ve...” he almost trailed off blushing. “We’ve almost become friends.

She was so happy when I gifted her Pancake. She said it was the best present she ever received. Also, now she happily eats the breakfast I make her.” His chest swelled with pride.

“You... you make her breakfast? Everyday? Are you deranged? I’m telling this to everyone, I don’t care who believes me. Truth will find its way out and you’ll get caught.” Bucky said with resolve. His life was already tainted enough that another bad color wouldn’t matter.

“No, it won’t. Because the truth is that you are the one who is stalking her. We have the video reel of you leaving the avengers tower every night. Also, we all know that you are the one who likes her, a lot. And according to your therapists notes, you haven’t yet recovered. Therefore, Mr. Stark decided to send me to follow you and here I am utterly distraught by the fact that you, yes yes you, James Bucky Barnes are stalking our dear little boss.” Peter was smirking devilishly, “How did you like my little story?”

Bucky audibly gasped. Peter was lying straight through his teeth with an innocent expression. Peter was so convincing that even he for a second believed all that garbage was true. “What...” he cleared his throat and began again, “What are you saying? What security video? What notes? And why would Tony support your lies? He’ll surely kick your ass if he knows.”

“Surprise White Wolf! Mr. Stark already knows. He knew it since day one. And with his help it wouldn’t be a difficult task to make fake videos and ask your therapist to write wrong notes.” Peter recklessly walked out of the kitchen and into your living room as if he owned the place while Bucky stood dumbstruck in the kitchen.

“Stark... He knows?” That’s all Bucky could muster at the moment. “Yeah, he does. Just like Steve knows your secrets, Stark knows mine. And he knows I’m not harming her or anything. It’s just, she is so busy she doesn’t take good care of her. And being in love with her I suppose it’s my responsibility to look after her, and that’s what I do.”

“Love her...? Look after her...?” Bucky murmured to himself as he walked straight in front of Peter. “You love her? You are a kid!” Bucky proclaimed.

“No. I’m not. I’m 26 years old and within a month I’ll be 27.” He said raising his chin as if to look bigger. Bucky sincerely chuckled at his attempt. “Yeah, and I’m 106.” Bucky folded his arms and smirked thinking Peter couldn’t top this.

“Have some shame! You are old enough to be her grandpa.” Peter said in an accusatory tone and narrowed his eyes. His index finger was pointing at Bucky. If anyone were to see, it would feel like two kids fighting. “Yeah, but she likes me.”  

Bucky lied. He knew you didn’t like him at all. But he took his chance after listening to Steve and Tony tell him. They were wrong, he knew it, but at this moment he wanted to win this stupid argument about who was more suitable for you.

What he didn’t expect was for Peter’s eyes to dim and his face to lose all its radiance. “That she does.” Peter said genuinely. Bucky was old enough to know when people lied, Peter wasn’t lying at the moment.

“Wait. What? She... she likes me?” Bucky smiled for the first time that night. “If your old eyes could see properly, you would’ve seen it too. She loses her composure in your presence like I do in hers.”

Bucky didn’t like the old man joke at all, but his heart beat faster at Peter’s words and that was not a small feat for a super soldier. “She has your photos saved in her phone.” Peter scoffed, “And yet you treat her like you hate her. Good for me though, she doesn’t know you like her.”

Before Bucky could reply, his super hearing picked up the movements in your bedroom. Just like him, Peter did too. His eyes widened as they heard you get off the bed with a groan.

“Shit, she’s awake. I told you to keep quiet old man.” Bucky never wanted to punch anyone this badly. “Shut up.” Just as they heard the door of your bedroom creaking, they both slipped into the library.

~~~

You woke up to Pancake licking you, his tail a constant hit against your arm. Apparently, the pup loved to wake up in the early hours and in turn wake you up too with his soft growls and wagging tail.

On the second day itself, you had realized that having a dog was no easy feat. Earlier you had some times left for yourself after work, but now it was all consumed by your puppy.

You had started training him. He still didn’t get a word you said, but you were sure your pet was smart, he would get it soon enough. No matter how much you loved him, looking after him was taxing.

You yawned loudly and opened your eyes a little to see him staring at you with wide eyes. “Hey there buddy! Listen, I’ll give you a treat tomorrow if you go to sleep.” You said scratching his back. Considering the stress your work brought along, less sleep wasn’t advisable.

Just as you were about to go back into the warm valley of sleep, you heard muffled voices. Your eyes snapped opened despite the sleep still lingering in them. You didn’t move from your bed for a whole minute straight, solely focusing on the voices.

There were two men, you were sure of that from the timbre of the voices. They were probably in some argument, though you couldn’t exactly make out about what? Or rather who they were. And why were they in your house?

Till date you had thought that there was just one person who used to enter your house at night, but seems like you were wrong. Maybe it hadn’t been about you at all. Maybe they were staying in your house, in your spare bedroom and as a way to show gratitude made you breakfast.

People living secretly in other persons home without them knowing wasn’t really that unique, it was a well-known case, though that didn’t even minutely reduce the gravity of the situation.

But if it were so, why would they gift you puppy? No, something was wrong. There was a missing link just out of your sight. The fact that there were two men threw your avengers theory out of the window. One Avenger stalking you was still believable, but two of them? No, not possible.

You slowly got up from the bed and headed for the door and opened it. You tried to peek out but, in the darkness, you couldn’t see a thing. The voices were gone now, as if you had imagined them. Just as you were exiting, your dog made a growling sound as if it was unhappy with you leaving.

You tiptoed back and picked your puppy up, leaving it alone on the bed wasn’t advisable. Thankfully, you knew each nook and corner of your house. Even despite your eyes being drowsy, the room drowning in darkness and your puppy in your hand, you were able to navigate downstairs without a calamity.

You blinked your eyes to readjust to the darkness. As usual there was no movement as if it had all been a trick of your mind. Slowly you had started worrying if there was actually another person or whether you were delusional. You let your dog on the floor and placed your hands on your hips.

You finally flipped the switch of the light and observed closely, everything was still just as it was. Except one thing, the couch. There was a clear imprint of someone sitting there. Your heart stopped over the realization. No matter how much you had started liking the intruder, the thought of someone sneaking into your house was still very much terrifying.

You cleared your throat and began, “Listen, this is not funny anymore. Just come out and show yourself. It’s better that way than me getting a panic attack after seeing you crawl out of my closet.” You waited for a moment anxiously chewing your lip.

Bucky clenched his jaw. This was all Peter’s fault and he wasn’t even taking anything seriously. Bucky could hear the trepidation in your voice clearly, he wanted to reach out and soothe it. He wanted to hold you and never let you go.

Both Bucky and Peter were peaking at you through the library door. Peter was bent down while Bucky was standing close behind him. He looked down at Peter with murder in his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.” Peter whispered. Bucky frowned looking down at him and started staring back at you.

As you chewed your lip till you tasted metal, pancake ran towards the library door happily wagging his tail as if he sensed his long lost friend. Peter and Bucky both, for the first time today, looked at each other with solidarity as at that instant they both knew; Pancakes was going to sell them out.

#marvel #mcu #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #spider man x reader #winter soldier x reader #white wolf x reader #sebastian stan #tom holland

[weirdmageddon]

good lord what a fucking stressful day

driving up to class there was a truck in front of me for like ten straight minutes that was going 19 mph on a 35 mph road and there was a car behind me and i could just feel his pain too. it was taking all my mental effort to not blare my horn. soon as that fucking truck turned onto another road i pressed down so fucking hard on the gas pedal to get across the message to the cars behind me that i was pissed off we had to go that slow and that it was not my decision like sort of an apology to them like “you saw that fucking guy?? im not gonna keep putting you through that”

then when i got out of class i drove to the bookstore and was told i have no funds in my account to buy books and that i need to go to financial aid office. then i got anxious because nobody there knew where it was (i dont live on-campus so idk either) and i couldnt find any answers online because the map wasnt loading.

so then i looked at one of those “you are here” maps around campus and saw that financial aid was on the other side of route 41/tamiami trail (left side of campus). so i waited at that stupid light for 5 minutes and once i got to the other side i had to find a place to park which was annoying, and i still couldnt find the stupid office. i asked inside the first building i saw and the lady said it was across the road (pointing to the OTHER road, not route 41) so i walked over there. didnt look like the financial office but i checked anyway and it was locked, (and it wasnt the financial aid office). btw i’m in florida if it’s not obvious by “tamiami trail” and i have a heat intolerance (im 99.99% certain i have POTS, all i need is an official diagnosis but i havent had the appointment yet) and i started getting really fatigued and i was sweating my ass off and couldnt think straight and i felt that i was starting to get teary.

so im trying to find this stupid office in this oppressive heat. with a heat intolerance. and wearing a mask which made it feel a lot harder to get in air. i tried to ask this random kid but i broke down in front of him because i couldnt hold my shit together over something so minor as being unable to find this fucking office and i bet he thought i was insane or mentally unstable and i realized this so i was apologizing to him. when i inhaled it was so loud they were like gasps and i couldnt do anything about it and it made me so embarrassed...like the kinda gasps people do after running for their life. not quite hyperventilation because it wasnt fast but whenever i took in air it was like a sharp wheeze 😭 like my throat was so tight the air getting squeezed through it made a loud noise

so idk i think i maybe had a panic attack outside because i couldnt find this motherfucking financial aid office in this 90°F 70% humidity weather where it feels like 104°F so i could barely breathe to begin with and no one had given me good directions. then i involuntarily began holding my breath because it was embarrassing to be making loud sobbing gasps while walking.. which made it even harder to breathe but at least i wasnt drawing attention to myself.

i walked over to the student recreation center to get into the air conditioning and get some water. i sat down and i noticed i was STILL involuntarily holding my breath. they’re not breath-holding spells like babies do, like i dont do it until i get blue in the face but it’s sort of an automatic response as though to not make any noise? but it’s really involuntary it kinda becomes my default mode of breathing instead of normal respiration (anyone else do this when crying btw?? i tried looking it up but all i got was breath-holding spells in babies)

so taking few minutes while trying to calm down i took my phone out and searched for the financial aid center’s location on google and i still got nothing descriptive. i asked a more students around if they know where it is, one said he didnt know, and i was about to leave but near the exit there were like 4 students playing billiards and i asked them if they knew where it was. and i think one of the kids knew me from middle or high school because he remembered me and looked sort of familiar and said “sara are you okay” and i broke Again and i felt absolutely pathetic, but they ended up actually helping me this time find it and were really nice. turns out it WAS on the online campus map the whole time but i overlooked it because it was labeled “Palmer D / Financial Aid” and my tunnel vision ass just did not even recognize it because i was looking at the first letters going down the key list. and i felt so stupid. all of that for nothing. i couldve just stayed parked where i was for class earlier on the other side of tamiami trail. then i trudged back through the heat to my car and thats when i turned from feeling lost and panicky into frustrated and irritable because i KNEW where i needed to go but it felt like everything around me was so goddamn slow. i had to wait at that light for the full 5 minutes again because it turned from green to yellow just as i was driving up to it.

once it was green, i pulled back into that parking lot i was in at the beginning of the day and walked into the financial aid office and actually got something accomplished. i filled out a form (that they never made clear last year due to covid 🙄) which makes my bookstore funds automatically deposited and i helped walk a freshman who came in through the exact same steps after i finished mine. so that made me feel a little better.

at this point i was so full of adrenaline and cortisol and i acutely noticed how fucking DISGUSTING it was outside, the air was so muggy and it was overcast and like 90°F just an absolute swamp ass jungle. and i got back into my car and waited at that fucking tamiami light AGAIN and some stupid lady was like one whole ass car space behind the light so i couldnt turn into the right lane until it turned green and i was sittingthere for 5 mins just WAITING for this idiot to pull forward. then i waited at ANOTHER 5 minute light immediately after that before being able to actually drive home. just so many minor inconveniences all throughout my day that made everything feel so much worse.

i’ve been home for 4 hours at this point, i already showered but my body still feels like it’s full of stress hormones. my body is actually still has very minute tremors from all the stress. great start to the semester already.

[nancydrew-mysterycrew]

Adding onto the Charity Hudson Dow /ghost paper theory

Okay so we got a lot of information in 3x08! If you’d like some more context on how I’ve gotten to this point, check out these posts ! Basically, I’ve been thinking that the name on the bottom of this piece of paper from 3x03:

...is C. H. Dow, standing for Charity Hudson Dow. I’m 99.99% sure that theory was proven right in last night’s episode! I’ve compiled a list of supporting evidence to add to the theory, as well as other things we learned and general plot that may be related to this. 

As a refresh; here’s what I think the paper says:

- Hippocratic Corpus

- drain systems / bootleggers

- protection ritual

- Benjamin Dow 20th ME

    August 29th, 1862

C. H. Dow, accompanying

Supporting evidence from 3x08:

- Charity Hudson married Beckett Dow, so her initials became C. H. Dow!! I had originally thought Benjamin was her husband, but I was right about her marrying into the Dow family! So maybe Benjamin is Beckett’s father or brother. 

- Charity was a nurse in the civil war in the 20TH MAINE REGIMENT!!!! Like the 20th ME on the paper!! So whoever Benjamin Dow is, he was in the 20th ME regiment with Charity. 

- Charity died in the battle of Gettysburg on July 2, 1863, so therefore she could have been there on the date in August 1862 that is listed on the paper. 

Other things to note from the episode that may end up being relevant: 

(under the cut cause it’s a bit long)

- Cora Dow, who, according to Temperance, manipulated Charity’s father into taking Charity away from Temperance. Again according to T. Cora then later made her son Beckett elope with Charity when Charity told her T. was still alive, just to get back at Temperance. Charity says that she and Beckett has this incredible bond etc. etc. and she chooses him and the regiment.

- Temperance says that a “willing pawn” (Beckett Dow, who in the memory looks to be saying “I’m sorry” to Charity as he uses the soul splitter) used the soul splitter on Charity after she died and split her soul into 4 pieces that went into soldiers in the battlefield, supposedly so that Temperance couldn’t find her. And again, supposedly on the orders of Cora and the WIW.

- Temperance says only the Copperhead knows how to find Charity now that the soul pieces have reincarnated separately. I wonder if it has to do with the doll somehow? If the Copperhead is Beckett (like Nancy suspects) or maybe Charity’s father, either of them could have the doll and maybe it lets him find her somehow idk. 

- Another thought is maybe Benjamin Dow (maybe Cora’s husband or another son) who’s listed on the paper but hasn’t been mentioned yet, could be the Copperhead because he was also in the 20th regiment and would have the same symbol on his uniform as Beckett (which is what made Nancy believe the Copperhead is Beckett). Beckett does make sense though if what Temperance has told them is true.

- However, Temperance does seem to have a very convenient explanation for someone who supposedly didn’t know that it was Beckett (if it is) when she says: “When he’s captured all four pieces he’s going to destroy them along with himself”.. perhaps because she’s spinning a lie? My theory is that Temperance is actually controlling the Copperhead and collecting the souls, and she’s going to reunite them either in her own body (which is now Charity’s body..) or someone else’s… (Nancy’s???)

- And Park catches this!! He asks her why Beckett wouldn’t have destroyed the pieces back in 1863 instead of now, and Temperance can’t answer! She just says idk and then distracts them with more emotional manipulation!! So! Something fishy going on for sure…

- There’s also Temperance’s whole letter to Charity saying she’s made real progress. She did say she “showed her heartbreaks” so I guess the memories were real enough, but perhaps not her explanation of them all.. since she said it was a way to get Nancy to trust her. Also “[Nancy]’s place in the Hudson bloodline is the key to getting [Charity] back” “Despite all the WIW did to keep us (Charity and T) apart, we will soon be one in spirit, as well as in body.” This points pretty clearly to Temperance attempting to reunite Charity’s soul in her body along with her own…at least IMO

- Temperance ends her letter with “And then we’ll finish the work WE started” so has Charity been in on the plan the whole time? Or is this Temperance just doing what she wants and controlling her daughter even now? The music in the background literally says “Trust no one” and “Nothing is ever what it seems” so…

- Oh! And since in this episode, the Historical Society Ghost tries to warn Bess with the caution tape about Temperance, maybe the paper was a warning about her too. I’m still thinking Bess is supposed to find out what happened on August 29th (?) 1862 and that it will expose a lie of Temperance’s. 

This got away from the original theory a bit but it’s becoming pretty clear that it’s all connected somehow! Thanks for reading :) 

#nancy drew cw #nancy drew spoilers #nancy drew spec #nancy drew theories #nancy drew theory #look i'm just excited I was right about Charity Hudson Dow because i honestly thought it was a little bit of a crack theory hahaha #hope this makes sense! #lemme know if i missed anything & feel free to add on if you wish!!

[lantur]

It's weird because I normally feel cheerful on the weekends, and when I last posted on Thursday I was like "things are going well after a rough start to the week" but I did not have a good day yesterday. Just a lot of vague, unspecified, but really uncomfortable anxiety. I thought it was about returning to writing after a week off, but that ended up going smoothly and I finished and posted a chapter. I took a nap and then felt anxious again in the evening. When I get anxious like that, it's like there's a bad taste in my brain and it needs to be scrubbed clean, but I don't know what bought on that bad feeling and sometimes I don't know how to scrub it clean.

I went for a walk with Derek last night and we talked about things, and I think that a lot of it comes down to... like, I live and die by my to-do lists every day. I've been doing them for a month to cope with my ADHD and stay on top of my work, and it's been very helpful. I feel like so much of what I do is meaningless and pointless.

I derive a lot of meaning and happiness from taking care of Derek and Westin, but my jobs are literally me doing the most pointless and stupid shit day in and day out. A good chunk of job duties at both jobs can be boiled down to "use Google to find information for people who are either too busy to do a Google search on their own behalf, or do not know how to use a search engine to find information. Then relay that information to these people."

I send information to people and 99.99% of the time, I never hear back about whether the information or resources were helpful to them, regardless of phone and/or email follow-ups to see if they were helped. I drop information about X disease off at clinics and community serving underserved communities and I have no idea whether anyone picks up the information and finds it helpful.

Most of the time, I am okay with the fact that I do not find meaning from my work and I do it only for a paycheck. I just resent that I spend so much time and energy and effort on something I find so deeply and profoundly pointless. The last time I found meaning in something besides caring for Derek and Westin, and writing, was when I was exploring Iceland. I'm happiest when I'm with my husband and my cat, writing, or traveling. But my job is what affords me with the money to pursue my passion (travel), so I have to stick with it. :/ I just hate it lmao.

I need to find a way to be more efficient with my time so that I am spending less time on obligatory work tasks while also getting those tasks done.

I'm also dreading the upcoming work week because the 3rd and 4th weeks of the month are always really heavily loaded with extra work just due to the nature of my different departmental work flows. I just finished week 3 which was really tough, and we're entering the 4th week of the month, which is even worse. Monday-Wednesday are going to be really hard, so I will try to take Friday off.

I don't know why I write these long posts but I think they help me process my thoughts. I hope everyone else is having an enjoyable weekend. :)

#lanturing

[mc-lukanette]

Luka groaned, sitting on the edge of the Liberty and running his fingers through his hair, still lamenting how badly he'd messed up even though a week had passed. Being in his temporary spirit form didn't give him any right to take things as far as he did, yet he'd gone through with it anyway. He imagined that Anarka would've been proud, but to him, that was all the more reason to regret what had happened.

And all for a girl. Taking advantage of his family's chaotic connections to spirits and the like to use it for himself? Granted, he supposed that's what the Couffaine family had always stood for - personal happiness - but that didn't make it right.

In the middle of his mental scolding, he heard a voice call out from behind him. "...U-um, hello?"

Luka stiffened at the familiar voice, but ultimately chose to ignore it. He'd long since gotten used to people seeming to talk to him when they actually weren't, and that 99.99% of Paris wasn't able to even see him anyway.

"Ah—" the voice spoke again. "Y-you! With the highlights!"

He blinked in surprise at that, then looked around for Juleka or just generally anyone with highlights. Finding no one, he finally turned around, noticing the girl - Marinette - staring directly at him from across the Seine. He pointed at himself, just to be absolutely sure, and she nodded at him.

If he had a heart right now, it would've skipped a beat. It didn't make sense. There were limitations to his spirit form concerning who could and could not see him while he was in that state.

The only way she should've been able to see him was if she loved him in some capacity.

He stood, hopping off the edge of the Liberty and floating over to her. There was a certain level of shock and awe in her expression, but she nevertheless stepped back to make room for him to land in front of her.

"Um." She twirled a strand of hair, staring down at the ground. "Sorry, this is all a little weird for me, but you—" She peeked up at him. "You were possessing A-adrien all that time, right...? I-I saw you fly out of him r-right before I was about to kiss—um—you? Adrien? I don't know."

He frowned regretfully. "I'm so sorry. I knew it was his attention you wanted, but I—"

"N-no! No!" she interrupted, flailing her arms at him. "That's..." She fidgetted, toying with the bottom of her shirt. "That's what I came to talk to you about?"

He tilted his head, not understanding but seeing how much effort she seemed to be taking to talk with him.

"I—" She sighed. "This is going to sound so dumb. I don't even know your name, but... s-see, I got to spend some time with Adrien after you left, and it just—wasn't the same."

He imagined it was a stupid question, but couldn't help asking anyway, "Isn't that a good thing? You wanted to spend time with the real Adrien, right?"

Her blush deepened. "I did. I thought I did, anyway, but I mean that it wasn't the same because I liked spending time with you more. I idolized Adrien, but when I got to see the real him..." She slumped, seeming regretful. "I ended up disappointed. All I could think of was when it was you and how calm and comfortable you made me feel. I..."

She met his gaze, her eyes staring into his so intensely that he swore it was having an effect on his physical body.

Rushing out the rest of the words, she stammered, "I-I fell in love with you!"

Luka’s jaw dropped. Had she really just said that, or had he actually died and this was just some sort of afterlife hallucination?

Meanwhile, Marinette looked away in shame, apparently embarrassed by her own confession. "A-anyway, I just had to say that. If the whole possessing thing was just a prank, that's okay. I'm sorry for wasting your time."

He snapped back into focus as she turned away and began to walk off. He reached out in a futile attempt to grab her hand but, failing that, hurried to get in front of her. She stopped - which was great because she could've just walked through him if she really wanted - then looked up at him in confusion.

"It wasn't a prank," he corrected. "Not at all."

"R-really?" she asked, a hint of hope in her voice.

"I'm not the type of person who'd just possess someone, and I knew it wasn't right, but—" His gaze softened, posture relaxing at the memory. "I saw you and that was all I needed. You were a music box begging to be listened to, and I wanted nothing more than to do just that. When I saw you were into Adrien, I thought maybe I could help so you could be happy. I thought I could have him spend time with you or mess around with his schedule, and I tried to excuse it by saying that he'd be happy in the end because who wouldn't be happy with you?" He sighed, the regretful feelings coming back. "But I got selfish. I loved hanging out with you so much that I kept up the act way longer than I should've. I fell for you, and it was only when you were about to kiss me—Adrien—that I realized how much I'd been deceiving you."

She blushed at that. Placing a hand to her heart, clearly touched, she asked, "B-but you just wanted me to be happy? Even though..."

"Yeah." He nodded. "Even if my real body wasn't unconscious right now, you were in love with someone else."

She let out a breath, and he couldn't tell if she was relieved or merely absorbing everything he'd said. It took a few seconds for her to smile, echoing him with, "Were. Past tense."

"Ah—" Right. She'd just confessed to him. "Yeah..."

They stayed in that silence for a moment, Luka watching as the nervousness Marinette had shown before ebbed itself away, her back straightening and her previous shyness disappearing. As if she were having a casual conversation with him, she asked, "Can I have your name then?"

She'd surprised him yet again. It wasn't as if it was a weird thing to ask, given that they technically knew each other in a way, but he was still having a hard time grasping how serious she seemed to be about this. "Marinette, I'm grateful, I'm happy, but I don't have anything to offer you like this." He gestured to himself. "Almost no one can see me but you. I don't know when my body's going to wake up. You can't even touch me."

"That's okay." She giggled. "You were always so respectful of touching me in Adrien's body anyway so it's not like that much will change."

He let out a shocked noise from his throat, unable to believe that she had the capacity to joke when he was bringing up what he felt were extremely legitimate concerns. Yet, there she was, standing confidently in her feelings and doing far too much to him emotionally than should've been possible to happen to a spirit.

He exhaled despite not needing to, mostly just to fill the silence, then replied softly, "Luka."

"Luka," Marinette repeated, beaming at him. "My secret boyfriend. I like it."

Luka was speechless, even as she bid him a fond farewell and walked away. He was glad to be invisible to most of the world, since he was sure he looked stupid standing there. Marinette was not only okay with the knowledge of his deception, but apparently they were dating now?

Eventually, he got himself to move and fly back to the Liberty, returning to his sitting position with very different feelings than before. He passed the time by replaying the scene in his head, just to make sure it really happened and that there was no way he could've somehow made it up.

Juleka returned home within the hour, though he didn't notice her until she was crossing the gangplank with a firm, "Hey."

He looked up, and she was halfway down the steps before her expression contorted into abject horror. She recoiled from him, falling back onto the gangplank and shielding herself with an arm.

"What’s wrong?" he asked.

"Ugh." She made a vague gesture at him with her free hand. "You're radiating mushy love energy. At least do it at the front of the ship where it's not in my face."

That was when it registered with Luka that it was real; that Marinette really showed up, confessed to him, and called him her boyfriend. He broke out into a smile, even as Juleka practically begged him to "tone it down."

"Sorry, Jule," he said, very much not sorry, "I think I'll be playing at full blast for a while."

#lukaneventte: No Context November #Flower Arrangement Shipping #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette

[nxrthmizu]

disappearing trick — SaguKai

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fandom | magic kaito 

pairing | kuroba kaito x hakuba saguru 

genre | angst to fluff :3 

w.c | 2.1k 

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It was a heist went wrong. 

So, so wrong. 

There were explosions and gunshots, all of which Hakuba was about 99.99% sure wasn’t in KID’s itinerary of the night. He remembered catching a glimpse of a torn white cape, the grimace of pain clear as day despite the lack of helicopters overhead, and men dressed in black. 

“KID—!” Hakuba had yelled, which, looking back, was not the smartest thing he could’ve done. The barrels of two guns instantaneously locked on him, much to the phantom thief’s horror. 

It seemed like it was the end for Hakuba Saguru. 

But of course, KID always loved to meddle in things that didn’t involve him. And so he did what he always did best. 

KID was a performer, after all. He specialised in attracting his audience’s attention to him. Flashing a cocky smirk towards Hakuba’s direction, even though there was a stream of blood trickling down his cheek, the phantom thief disappeared into the night with a loud bang, taking the two men with him. 

Kuroba Kaito was ‘kidnapped’ the same night. 

According to Aoko, who had been in the Nakamouri house when the teen was attacked, there had been a loud crash, gunshots, and yelling. The girl had hid under the kitchen counter in fright, hoping and praying with all her heart that Kaito hadn’t been home at the time of the break-in. 

As it turned out, he was. 

The crime scene investigators turned Kuroba’s house upside down, finding multiple signs that the teen boy had been shot, if the splatters of blood (That all had Kaito’s DNA) was any indication. It was also concluded by the investigators that Kaito put up a hell of a fight, as there were signs of his magic tricks all through the house. 

Hakuba was still being treated for shock at the heist location when Detective Nakamouri received a call from his devastated, hysterical daughter, who sobbed so loudly through the phone that the blonde detective overheard.

It was only one disaster after another. 

For once, Hakuba chose to stay out of the crime scene, instead stroking Aoko’s back as comfortingly as he could, trying not to think about Kaito’s body, abandoned in some dark alley dumpster. His coat was soaked through with splotches of her tears, but he didn’t care much, because he himself felt like crying, too. 

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School the next day was eerily quiet. Practically everyone had heard of Kaito’s kidnapping, and if they didn’t, Aoko’s swollen eyes were a dead giveaway that something had happened to the playful teen. The teacher kept glancing up, as if she was waiting for an interruption, only to flick her eyes onto the empty seat at the corner of the classroom. The topic lingered like a dark cloud above the classroom, and no one dared to even mention the name ‘Kaito’ when Aoko was within hearing distance. 

“He’s alive.” 

Hakuba glanced up after a few moments of silence, realising that Akako was talking to him. “What?” 

“Kuroba.” Akako continued impatiently. “He’s alive.” 

The blonde detective couldn’t help but snort. “And how did you come to that conclusion? Did your crystal ball tell you that?” 

Judging by the glare the female shot in his direction, she didn’t appreciate his snark, but Hakuba just couldn’t be bothered at the moment. “He won’t go down this easily.” Akako stated, as if she’d seen Kaito alive with her own two eyes. Granted, the image hadn’t exactly been clear when she used her seer powers on him, but she could go as far as saying that the magician was still breathing. 

“Look. He was shot.” Hakuba interrupted emotionlessly. “Even if the gunshot wasn’t fatal, he’s lost a lot of blood.”

“He won’t go out that easily. You’ll see.” 

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Kuroba Kaito was pronounced dead after three months. KID went back into retirement— At least, that’s what the KID division announced after no sight of any heist in the horizon. 

After a long consideration, Hakuba decided to leave Japan behind— Along with the memories of KID and Kaito— And return to Britain. Some would call him cowardly, and he would admit, yes, it was cowardly of him to run away like that, but as far as he was concerned, he didn’t care what others thought of him. 

Sure, Aoko was a little upset, but Akako had reassured her that she wasn’t going anywhere. He did feel a little bad for leaving Nakamouri behind— All her friends were disappearing, one by one, after all— 

Disappearing. 

That was KID’s— Kaito’s last trick, Hakuba thought tearily, hastily ushering the tears away as he packed the last of his clothes into the luggage bag. A disappearing trick gone wrong— And the phantom thief KID, Kuroba Kaito— Two sides of the same coin— Dropped off the surface of the planet, never to be heard from again. 

But there was no point in crying over spilled milk anymore. 

“Saguru-kun, there’s a man looking for you outside.” His housekeeper knocked on the door, informing him monotonously. “He said he has a few things to tell you before you leave Japan.” 

A quick peer out of the window gave him a glimpse of dark brown hair— A familiar stature and height, a relaxed pose— 

Hakuba had never dashed out of his room that fast in his entire life. All composure and calamity was forgotten as he practically barrelled down the stairs, narrowly missing a few boxes of belongings he had wrapped up the days prior. The door burst open with a tremendous bang! as Hakuba hurried down the front steps of his house, hoping, praying, pleading that the face that he would meet belonged to— 

“Kudou-kun?” The tone of disappointment couldn’t be avoided as Hakuba remembered just how alike the detective and the magician looked. If he was asked, the two were definitely genetically related at some degree or another. “How may I help you today?” His tone was terribly strained; he had had expectations, and he had been let down. 

Kudou Shinichi, as the great detective that rivalled many others, took quick note of Hakuba’s inner turmoil. “Hakuba-kun. I have news that you might want to... Think about before you leave Japan.” 

“Go on.” Hakuba said bitterly. Nothing could stop him from leaving Japan, he thought. Not when every corner reminded him of the man that kept him on his feet. 

“Kuroba Kaito is very much alive.” Kudou said casually, with no prior preparation or whatsoever. Hakuba looked as if he was just hit by a freight train, stunned and dazed by the words that destroyed everything he knew about life. “He’s been staying undercover to help the FBI take down the Black Organisation, who, as if seems, was after Pandora as well. Because he’s been missing for three months, its’ going to be very hard for him to explain his absence— So he has requested for me to pass you this letter in his stead.” 

The thoughts running through Saguru’s head as the slim letter was received into his head were wild. Kaito was alive? He was involved with the FBI? What was the Black Organisation— And forget the Black Organisation, what the hell was Pandora? And why couldn’t Kaito have passed him the letter himself? 

“Well, I’m going to get going.” Kudou smiled gently. “See you around, Hakuba-kun.” 

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It seems like your detective skills have mellowed since my absence, Hakubastard. Your observational ability is... Mediocre, to say the least. Anyway, I suppose I should provide you with an explanation (Although I would love to go world-hopping and leave you in pursuit of the truth for the rest of your life), but I guess I owe you this much after just upping and leaving like that. Those gun wounds hurt like hell, but they weren’t going to nuff this magician up that easily. I still had a couple tricks up my sleeve— It was nice seeing you all worried about me, though! So you do care~ 

Anyway, its still not too safe for me to appear publicly in Japan. I’ve sent a letter to Aoko, so don’t worry about filling her in. I left the meeting location in your bedroom. Exactly a month from now. Better set a reminder on that pocket watch of yours, tantei. 

With love malice, 

Kuroba Kaito

“My bedroom...?” Hakuba murmured to himself, realisation striking like a flash of lightning. A quick inspection of his room turned out with a slip of yellow paper: Rivals shall meet once more, in the romantic city people adore; When the clock strikes a quarter and by the Seine shop corner. 

Saguru rushed over to his bedroom window, eyes flicking up and down the nearby streets to find Kudou Shinichi’s silhouette, but he came up empty handed— For that wasn’t Kudou Shinichi at all... Because who else would break into his bedroom just to leave a riddle? 

It didn’t take long for Hakuba to figure out the time, date, and location— Kudou— No, Kaito had said so himself. Exactly a month from then— In the ‘romantic city people adore’— Which would be Paris— ‘clock strikes a quarter’— At a quarter of a day, which would be 6am— And by the ‘Seine shop corner’— So at a coffee shop next to River Seine. 

“Baa-san!” Saguru called out into the manor, a smile on his face. “Cancel my flight ticket and book one to Paris instead.” 

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Paris at 6am was quite the pretty sight. The sun was barely rising over the horizon, little splays of light shimmying over the river surface, bathing Paris in a fine, gold threads of sunshine. Not that many cafes were open at the crack of dawn, which made it even easier for Saguru to track down his cafe. 

The little coffee shop by the Seine provided an amazing view as Saguru enjoyed his morning coffee. He had taken a seat outside the cafe, the streets silent in a peaceful, docile manner, early birds already leaving their nests for the worms that were promised. 

The latte in his hands felt warm, inducing heat into his frozen fingers. Hakuba had never felt that on edge in his entire life— Would Kaito show up? 

“Lovely morning, no?” An old man commented, plopping into the seat opposite Saguru. “I love watching the sunrise from here.” 

Hakuba raised an eyebrow, looking for details of a disguise. The fat seemed genuine— The voice was deep and velvety, a little rough and raspy around the edges— The wrinkles around the eyes looked authentic— But he had seen the quality of KID’s work, and he wasn’t taking his chances.

“Indeed,” Saguru agreed with a pleasant hum, French rolling off his tongue smoothly. “Say, mister, what do you think about magic tricks?” 

“Ah, I think they’re quite quaint.” The old man replied in his deep voice, eyes forming crescent lines as he smiled. “What do you think of them, young man?” 

Saguru placed his latte back onto the cup. “I think magic tricks are nice,” He started softly, making firm eye contact with the old man, French rolling off his tongue smoothly. “But I hate disappearing tricks the most.” 

“Oh?” The old man was confused, clearly missing the memo. “Why so—?” 

“Good morning, sir, can I take your order?” A voice pricked into Hakuba’s memory, triggering some sort of mechanism. It was the same tone, frequency, wavelength— The only thing different was the dialect and accent. 

Saguru looked up right into Kaito’s violet eyes, the latter dressed in a waiter’s uniform. A soft smile spread over the magician’s lips as he winked, Hakuba’s jaw dropping as his gaze returned to the man in front of him. 

“Ah, a cappuccino please. And one slice of carrot cake.” 

“Of course.” Kaito nodded pleasantly. “Right away, sir. And you?” 

Hakuba took longer to find his voice than he would’ve liked. “Just a cup of black coffee, please.” 

“Is that all?” Kaito hummed, scribbling down the orders on a piece of paper. 

“Yes, thank you.” 

Hakuba laid back against the chair, a sigh slipping from his lips as he smiled continuing his conversation with the old man, who was still very much confused. 

“Ah, but I find disappearing tricks interesting,” The old man commented, chuckling slightly. “It’s always so magical when the reappearance happens, no?” 

The blonde detective hummed, watching the dark-haired magician busy himself inside the shop. “I suppose I’ll have to agree with that.” 

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this thing has been sitting in my drafts for four months and its time for it to see the light of day~ 

#magic kaito #kuroba kaito #kaitou KID #kaitou 1412 #hakuba suguru #kuroba kaito x hakuba saguru #sagukai #fluff #angst #magic kaito angst #magic kaito fluff #[ris writes]—✧