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imhalfplastic · 2 days ago

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imagine hansol realising he wants to spend the rest of his life with you 🤧

ok so i decided to put these two requests together bc somehow they just clicked in my head. i love writing stuff like this.... im such a hopeless romantic lol

dish towels and promises

⊹ overview – pairing: vernon x f!reader

genre: rom-com · fluff themes: everyday intimacy, playful teasing, understated romance, quiet realizations, love in small gestures, unexpected proposals cw: none

you’re stacking clean plates into the drying rack when you feel it. that quiet, steady gaze he gets sometimes. you don’t even have to look to know he’s leaning against the counter. arms crossed, pretending to be helpful but not actually doing anything.

it’s been four days since you met his parents. four days since you stood at their front door holding a pie you weren’t sure was the right choice to bring and wondering if you should have worn something less like yourself.

you still think about the way his mom hugged you immediately, like she’d been waiting for you specifically. the way his dad shook your hand with both of his, warm and grounding.

you remember their house. the faint smell of cinnamon in the kitchen, a creak in the hallway floor, picture frames everywhere. vernon’s baby photos lined up along a shelf, each one of them capturing that same calm face he has now just with more cheeks.

he barely left your side the whole weekend, except for when he disappeared with his dad to “check something in the garage.” when they came back in, his hair was a little windblown and his dad was laughing about something he wouldn’t explain.

“you’re staring.” you say now, not looking away from the plate you’re rinsing.

“yeah.”

you huff a laugh. “any reason?”

he doesn’t answer right away and you let the silence stretch. it’s not uncomfortable. it never is with him. it’s just the kind of quiet where you can almost hear his thoughts moving slow and deliberate.

then, in that same unhurried tone he uses to tell you what song is stuck in his head, he says: “we should get married.”

you pause, hands still in the warm water, and turn your head just enough to catch his face.

your eyebrows lift. “what?”

“married...” he repeats, not even blinking. “you know. legally binding. all that.” he says it simply, like it’s the most obvious conclusion in the world.

you blink at the dish, then at him. “are you... is this a joke?”

he shakes his head once. “nope.”

you can’t help the little laugh that slips out. half disbelief, half… something else. “this is kind of a big leap from washing dishes.” you say, looking back at the sink. “what brought that on?”

he pushes away from the counter, coming to stand beside you. close enough that your shoulders almost touch.

“you just… fit.” he says. “with me. with them. it felt like you’d always been there.”

your chest tightens, not in a bad way. in the way that makes you want to stop rinsing dishes and just hold him until the water goes cold.

he takes the plate from your hands, rinses it without looking, and slides it into the rack.

“i don’t think i realized how much i wanted that until i saw you in my mom’s kitchen, stealing cookies like you’d done it a hundred times.” he adds.

you laugh. “she told me to take them.”

“yeah, but you didn’t even wait for her to turn around. just grabbed two and handed me one like it was a secret.”

you can hear the smile in his voice, and it makes you smile too.

the memory slips back in. you, standing barefoot on the cool tile, his mom insisting you try one “just to see if they’re too sweet.” you handing him the second cookie before she could notice, both of you biting into them at the same time. the quiet glance you shared afterward, like you’d just been let in on a family tradition.

you turn off the faucet, leaning against the counter now. “so… this is you proposing?”

“i guess...” he says, drying his hands. “no speech. no audience. just me telling you i want you forever.”

you feel warmth rush through you, quick and certain. “good,” you say softly. “because i want you too.”

he meets your eyes for a moment, that familiar spark there. the one that always feels like the start of something.

“so it’s a yes?”

you don’t bother answering with words. you just reach for him, pulling him in for a kiss that’s soft and unhurried, the kind that says more than anything else could.

when you pull back, he’s smiling in that quiet, satisfied way that makes your heart feel too big for your ribs.

“cool.” he says.

you grin, tilting your head. “but i still want my ring eventually.”

he smirks, like he’s been waiting for that. “i’ll get you the biggest ring you’ve ever seen.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “don’t overdo it.”

he just shrugs, still smiling. “now it’s your turn with the dish towel.”

you roll your eyes, grabbing it from him and he laughs. the sound warm and easy, like the rest of the night will be.

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the-oblivious-writer · 2 days ago

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With Her I Die |34|

Past J.T to Eventual S.S x Female Reader

Chapter Thirty-Four: Domestic Disturbance

warnings: awkward interactions (they're teenage girls soo duh), manual labor, and typical yellowjackets survival stuff.

note(s): these fuckers seem to think they've been married for 20+ years.

taglist: @morganismspam23 @slutforabbyanderson @serendippindots @mikuley @sleepyjackets @wnbawag @eatingouturmomrn

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The morning starts with you reaching for your boots at the exact same moment Shauna does, your hands colliding in the small space between your makeshift beds. You both pull back like you've been burned, then reach again simultaneously. This happens twice more before you finally grab your boots and retreat to opposite corners of the hut to lace them up, the silence stretching taut between you like a wire about to snap.

"I'll get the water today," Shauna announces to the wall, not looking at you.

"I always get the water," you reply to your bootlaces.

"Well, maybe someone else should get the water for once."

"Mari and I have a system."

Shauna makes a noise that might be agreement or might be indigestion. You can't tell the difference anymore—not since the fight two days ago that neither of you has acknowledged but both of you are carrying around like stones in your pockets. The one where she accused you of being reckless with your recovery, and you accused her of treating you like you're made of glass, and somehow it all spiraled into her sleeping pressed against the far corner of the hut while you've taken to lying rigid as a corpse on your side.

You finish with your boots first and stand, testing your weight on your healing leg. The ache is there, persistent but manageable. Shauna glances over, and you catch her cataloging your movement, the way you don't quite trust your left side yet. Her mouth tightens.

"Fine," she says, like you've personally offended her by standing up. "Get the water. See if I care."

You want to ask what crawled up her ass and died, but that would require acknowledging that something is wrong, which would require talking about the fight, which would require admitting that you both said things you didn't entirely mean. So instead you grab the water containers and head for the door.

"Don't forget your—" Shauna starts.

"I'm not using the cane today," you cut her off.

The silence that follows could be weaponized.

"Right," she says finally. "Of course you're not."

You leave before she can say anything else. Outside, the morning air hits your face like a slap, sharp and cleansing. You take a deep breath and start toward the lake, trying not to think about the way Shauna's voice went all tight when you mentioned the cane.

The walk takes longer than usual without the walking stick, your injured leg protesting the uneven ground. By the time you reach the meeting spot, Mari is already there, pacing back and forth with the nervous energy of someone who's had too much coffee and not enough sleep. Which is impossible, since you haven't had real coffee in months, but Mari has always been able to generate anxiety out of thin air.

"You're late," she says without preamble.

"I'm exactly on time," you reply, checking the position of the sun. "Same time as always."

Mari stops pacing and looks at you like you've grown a second head. "Are you... are we okay?"

The question catches you off guard. You set down the containers and study her face, taking in the way she won't quite meet your eyes, the defensive set of her shoulders.

"Why wouldn't we be okay?"

"I don't know, you tell me." Mari crosses her arms, and there's something sharp in her voice now, familiar in the way that makes your stomach drop. "You've been weird lately. Ever since..." She gestures vaguely toward the stream. "You know."

Oh. Oh, shit. You'd almost forgotten about Mari walking in on you and Shauna at the stream, the way she'd gone all stiff and strange when she saw Shauna's hands on your skin, even though it had been completely medical. Completely innocent. The way she'd made some excuse about needing to check the snares and disappeared for the rest of the day.

"Mari," you start, but she's already talking again, the words coming out in a rush.

"Because if you're pissed at me for interrupting your little... moment, or whatever that was, then just say so. Don't make me guess. I hate guessing."

"I'm not pissed at you."

"Then why do you look like you want to crawl under a rock?"

Because Shauna thinks you have a thing for Mari, and you're not sure how to explain that you don't without making everything infinitely more awkward than it already is. Because Mari is looking at you like she expects you to say something meaningful, and you have no idea what that something should be.

"I don't want to crawl under a rock," you say lamely.

Mari snorts. "Right. Okay. Cool. Very convincing." She picks up one of the water containers and heads toward the lake, leaving you to follow. "So what's the deal with you and Shauna anyway? You two have been acting like my neighbors before they got divorced."

Your foot catches on a root, sending a sharp jolt up your injured leg. You stumble slightly, catching yourself before you can fall, but Mari notices.

"Jesus, are you okay?" She drops the container and reaches for your arm, but you wave her off.

"I'm fine. Just wasn't watching where I was going."

Mari doesn't look convinced. "Maybe you should use your cane. Didn't Misty make you that thing for a reason?"

"Misty says I don't need it anymore."

"Since when do you listen to anything Misty says?"

Since she's the closest thing you have to a doctor out here, and arguing with her about medical decisions seems like a good way to break your promise to Shauna. But you don't say that. Instead, you bend to retrieve the container Mari dropped, wincing slightly as your leg protests the movement.

"Look," Mari says, and her voice has gone softer, less aggressive. "I know I'm not, like, your favorite person or whatever. And I know I'm not good at this stuff. The talking thing. But if something's wrong, you can tell me, okay? I'm not completely useless."

The sincerity in her voice makes something twist uncomfortable in your chest. Mari has always been prickly, quick to assume the worst, but underneath all that defensive armor, she's trying. She's been trying to be something resembling a friend.

"Nothing's wrong," you say, which is only partially a lie. "Shauna and I just... we had a disagreement."

"About what?"

About the fact that she thinks you're being reckless with your recovery, and you think she's being overprotective, and neither of you knows how to have a normal conversation about anything anymore without it turning into a fight about something else entirely.

"Medical stuff," you say instead.

Mari nods like this makes perfect sense. "She's been weird lately too. Weirder than usual, I mean. Yesterday I saw her standing outside Misty's hut for like ten minutes, just staring at it."

This is news to you. Shauna hadn't mentioned anything about talking to Misty, but then again, you two haven't been doing much talking at all lately. Just careful politeness and strategic avoidance of anything that might lead to actual conversation.

"Huh," you say.

"Yeah, 'huh' is right." Mari hefts her container and starts toward the water again. "You know what I think?"

"What do you think, Mari?"

"I think you two need to just fuck already and get it over with."

You nearly drop your container. "What?"

"Oh, come on." Mari doesn't even look back at you. "The sexual tension is so thick I could cut it with a knife. It's making everyone uncomfortable. Even Misty commented on it, and Misty doesn't notice anything that doesn't directly relate to her weird obsession with being needed."

"Shauna's not even—there's no sexual tension," you say, but your voice comes out higher than intended, and Mari turns to look at you with one eyebrow raised.

"Right. Sure. And I'm the Queen of England." She kneels by the stream and starts filling her container. "Look, I don't know what happened between you two, but whatever it was, just talk to her about it. This passive-aggressive bullshit is exhausting to watch."

You want to argue, want to insist that there's nothing passive-aggressive about the way you and Shauna have been tiptoeing around each other.

"It's complicated," you say finally.

"Everything's complicated out here." Mari caps her container and stands, brushing dirt off her knees. "Doesn't mean you get to make the rest of us suffer through your domestic drama."

The walk back to camp is quieter, both of you lost in thought. You can't stop thinking about what Mari said, about Shauna standing outside Misty's hut. About the way she'd looked when you mentioned not using the cane, like you'd slapped her.

When you reach the main camp, Mari splits off toward the fire pit, and you head back to your shared hut. Shauna is sitting on her sleeping area, focused intently on sharpening her knife, the repetitive scraping sound filling the small space. She doesn't look up when you enter.

"Water's back," you announce unnecessarily, setting the containers down near the entrance.

"Great," Shauna replies without looking up from her blade.

You stand there for a moment, watching her work. Her movements are precise, methodical, the same three strokes repeated over and over. It's meditative, almost, except for the way her jaw is set, the slight tension in her shoulders that suggests she's thinking about more than just keeping her knife sharp.

"I'm going to help Van with the firewood," you say, mostly to break the silence.

This gets Shauna's attention. She looks up, her eyes immediately going to your leg. "You're what?"

"Firewood. Van asked yesterday if I could help her split some of the bigger logs."

Shauna sets down her knife with more force than necessary. "You're not splitting firewood."

"Why not?"

"Because you can barely walk without limping, and you want to swing an axe around?"

"I can walk fine," you say, which is mostly true. The limp is barely noticeable now, more of a slight favoring than anything dramatic.

"Right. That's why you nearly fell on your ass walking to the lake this morning."

You freeze. "How do you know that?"

Shauna has the grace to look slightly embarrassed. "I may have... watched. From a distance. To make sure you made it okay."

"You followed me?"

"I didn't follow you. I just... observed. From a reasonable distance. For safety purposes."

"You spied on me."

"I was being cautious!"

And just like that, you're fighting again.

"I don't need you to be cautious for me," you snap. "I don't need you to monitor my every movement and make sure I'm walking properly. I'm not a child."

"You're acting like one," Shauna shoots back. "Refusing to use your cane, insisting you can do manual labor when you can barely—"

"I can do whatever I want! Misty said I'm healing fine, that I don't need the cane anymore. So maybe instead of questioning my judgment, you should question yours."

Shauna goes very still. "What do you mean, Misty said you don't need the cane anymore?"

Something in her voice makes you pause. There's a dangerous quiet to it, the kind that usually precedes someone doing something they'll regret later.

"She said my leg is healing well. That I've been relying on the cane too much, and it's time to start building strength again."

"When did she say this?"

"Yesterday. After dinner." You cross your arms, defensive. "Why does it matter?"

But Shauna is already moving, pushing past you toward the entrance of the hut. "It matters because Misty doesn't get to make unilateral decisions about your medical care without consulting me."

"Since when are you my doctor?"

Shauna stops, her hand on the door flap. When she turns back to look at you, there's something raw in her expression, something that makes your chest tight.

"Since I'm the one who's been taking care of you," she says quietly. "Since I'm the one who stayed up for three days straight when you had that fever. Since I'm the one who's been cleaning your wounds and monitoring your progress and making sure you don't push yourself too hard too fast."

The words hang between you, loaded with everything you've been avoiding talking about. The way Shauna has been hovering, protective and worried. The way you've been chafing against that protection, desperate to prove you're not broken. The way neither of you knows how to navigate this thing between you that's more than friendship but not quite whatever comes next.

"Shauna," you start, but she's already pushing through the door flap.

You follow her across the camp, watching as she marches toward Misty's hut with the determined stride of someone about to start a war. A few of the others look up from their various tasks, sensing drama in the air. You catch Nat's eye from where she's cleaning her rifle, and she raises her eyebrows in a question. You shrug helplessly.

Shauna doesn't bother to announce herself at Misty's hut. She just pushes inside, and you can hear her voice rising almost immediately.

"Uh, What the hell?"

You hover outside, not sure if you should intervene or just let them fight it out. Inside the hut, you can hear Misty's voice, higher and more defensive than Shauna's.

"I'm providing medical care, which is my job, in case you've forgotten—"

"Your job is to consult with me before making decisions about her treatment!"

"Since when is that your job? Last I checked, you weren't the one with medical training—"

"I'm the one who's been taking care of her!"

There's a pause, and when Misty speaks again, her voice has gone sly.

"Oh, I see. This isn't about medical care at all, is it? This is about control."

"It's about making sure she doesn't hurt herself because she's too stubborn to admit she's not ready—"

"Or maybe it's about making sure she still needs you."

The silence that follows is deafening. You find yourself holding your breath, waiting for Shauna's response. When it comes, her voice is deadly quiet.

"What did you just say?"

"Nothing," Misty says quickly, but the damage is done. "I just meant—"

"No, you said what you meant. You think I want her to stay injured so she'll be dependent on me."

"I didn't say that—"

"That's exactly what you said."

You can't stand outside anymore. You push through the entrance to find Shauna and Misty facing off across the small space, Misty backed against her supply crates, Shauna looming over her with her hands clenched into fists.

"Hey," you say, and both women turn to look at you. "Maybe we could not do this right now?"

"She thinks I'm keeping you sick on purpose," Shauna says, her voice shaking with anger.

"I never said sick," Misty protests. "I said dependent. There's a difference."

"Oh, much better," you say dryly. "Thanks for clarifying."

Misty has the grace to look slightly ashamed, but she rallies quickly. "Look, I'm just saying that maybe there's a reason Shauna doesn't want you using your independence back. Maybe she likes being needed."

"And maybe," Shauna says, taking a step closer to Misty, "you should mind your own fucking business."

"This is my business. Medical decisions are my business."

"Then make them based on medicine, not whatever psychological profile you think you've developed."

You step between them before Shauna can get any closer. Up close, you can see that she's shaking, not just with anger but with something deeper. Hurt, maybe. The accusation that she would deliberately keep you injured has hit something raw.

"Okay," you say, looking between them. "Here's what's going to happen. Misty, you're going to explain your medical reasoning for why I don't need the cane anymore. With actual medical terms, not psychology. Shauna, you're going to listen without interrupting. And then we're all going to act like adults and figure this out together."

Misty straightens, gathering her authority around her like armor. "Fine. The fracture in your tibia has healed sufficiently that continued use of assistive devices may actually impede muscle recovery. You need to start putting weight on the leg to rebuild strength, and the cane allows you to avoid doing that."

"And the risk of re-injury?" Shauna asks through gritted teeth.

"Minimal, as long as she doesn't do anything stupid like split firewood or carry heavy objects."

You look between them, seeing the compromise hidden in Misty's words. "So I can walk without the cane, but no heavy lifting."

"Correct."

Shauna's jaw works like she's chewing on something bitter. "And if she re-injures herself?"

"Then we deal with it," Misty says simply. "But keeping her immobile isn't helping anyone."

There's a long moment where Shauna just stares at Misty, and you can see her working through it, trying to separate her medical concerns from her personal ones. Finally, she nods stiffly.

"Fine. But if she gets hurt—"

"Then you can say 'I told you so' all you want," you interrupt. "But I'm not going to get hurt. I'm going to be careful, and I'm going to listen to my body, and I'm going to take it slow."

Shauna looks at you, and something in her expression softens slightly. "Promise?"

"Promise."

"And no firewood?"

You sigh. "No firewood."

"Or water carrying. Mari can handle that for a while longer."

"Shauna—"

"Promise."

There's something almost desperate in her voice, and you realize this isn't really about the medical stuff at all. This is about the fight you had two days ago, about trust and control and the way you both keep pushing each other's buttons without meaning to.

"I promise," you say quietly. "No heavy lifting, no strenuous activity. I'll take it easy."

Some of the tension leaves Shauna's shoulders. "Okay. Good."

Misty looks between you with barely concealed interest, like she's watching a particularly fascinating nature documentary. "Well," she says finally, "I'm glad we could resolve this so maturely."

The sarcasm in her voice makes you want to strangle her, but Shauna just nods curtly and turns to leave. You follow her out into the main camp, where several of your fellow survivors are pretending not to have been listening to the entire argument.

"That was fun," you say once you're out of earshot.

Shauna makes a noise that might be laughter or might be a sob. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have confronted her like that."

"She kind of had it coming."

"Maybe, but it wasn't..." Shauna stops walking and turns to face you. "I don't want to control you. You know that, right? I just—"

"I know," you say quickly. "And I know I've been pushing back harder than I need to. I just hate feeling useless."

"You're not useless."

"I'm not useful either."

Shauna studies your face for a long moment, and you can see her choosing her words carefully. "You're healing," she says finally. "That's your job right now. Not being useful, not contributing to camp activities. Just healing."

"That's not a job, that's just existing."

"Sometimes existing is enough."

There's something in her voice that makes you look at her more closely, something that suggests she's not just talking about you anymore. But before you can ask what she means, Van appears at your elbow.

"So," she says cheerfully, "I heard someone mention firewood?"

You and Shauna both turn to stare at her, and Van's grin falters slightly.

"Too soon?" she asks.

"Way too soon," you confirm.

"Got it. I'll come back later."

Van disappears as quickly as she appeared, leaving you and Shauna alone again. The silence stretches between you, but it's different now. Less sharp, less loaded with unspoken accusations.

"We should probably go back to the hut," Shauna says eventually.

"Probably."

But neither of you moves. You're both looking at each other like you're trying to solve a puzzle, trying to figure out how to get back to the easy familiarity you once had.

"For what it's worth," you say finally, "I don't think you want to keep me dependent on you."

"Good. Because I don't."

"I know. And I'm sorry I've been so difficult about the recovery stuff. I know you're just trying to help."

Shauna nods, and some of the last tension leaves her posture. "I'm sorry too. For being overbearing. And for spying on you."

"Observing from a reasonable distance," you correct with a slight smile.

"Right. Observing."

You start walking back toward your hut, falling into step beside each other. It feels normal again, or close to it. The careful politeness is gone, replaced by something that feels more like your actual friendship.

"So," Shauna says as you reach the hut, "what do you want to do today?"

"Well, I was thinking about splitting some firewood," you say innocently.

Shauna gives you a look that could melt steel. "Try again."

You laugh, the first real laugh you've had in days. "How about we just... exist for a while? See how that goes?"

Shauna considers this, then nods. "I can work with existing."

And for the first time in what feels like years, you think maybe you can too.

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couchcouchcouchcouchcouchcouch · 1 day ago

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Hellish Attraction - A fanfic Blurb

*bangs pots and pans* Aight, I promised. Here it is.

If you're a fan of this post, that was mine, this is mine. Yes, I called Google, Yoogle. Enjoy.

Edit: In hindsight, I should have just put the description huh...

Description: The girls are roommates. Zoey and Mira get along like a house on fire, but Rumi tries to keep a distance though she’s nice about it.

Zoey and Mira get a lil drunk one night and decide to summon a demon. They complete whatever ritual they found online and instead of a demon showing up in a puff of smoke, Rumi scares the pants off them by opening the door and going “what are you doing?”

They do this a couple more times for shits and giggles, with Rumi opening the door each time.

What they don’t realize is the ritual is working, Rumi is just the closest demon at all times.

They giggled and knocked shoulders as they scootched closer to each other, huddling around Zoey’s phone like a secret. Soju bottles were left on the night stand, Mira’s sparkling brand hissing as it went flat. They paid it no mind, attention firmly on the phone screen.

Three half used tea lights, and two of Mira’s scented candles were set in a circle, connected together by a ring of salt. Inside the circle, a pentagram was formed with various herbs Zoey had raided from the kitchen. If Rumi wondered where all the oregano went, she wasn’t going to make it her business.

“This better not make my carpet crunchy.”

“We own a vacuum for a reason, Mir.”

Mira grumbled but didn’t lean back, instead using a finger to adjust where a sprig of dried rosemary was being used as one of the lines of the pentagram.

“Why are we using a Western ritual? This is like… Catholic shit.” She knew why, she just wanted to grumble. The first page of Yoogle was all very Catholic and Christian focused when you typed in “Demon Summoning Ritual,” near the end it became more historical, about Greek and Roman sorcerers, and then it slid into fandom stuff. It’s what happens when you give your American a phone to look something up.

“Mkay, so we light the candles…” Zoey leaned over with a lighter, the kind you find in gas stations, transparent coloured plastic with lighter fluid sloshing inside. She squeaked every time she lit a candle, the flame rising up to her fingers as she tilted it down to light the wicks.

If anyone asked, Mira would deny that it was the cutest thing she’d ever seen… because Zoey was capable of being cuter. Now, if the question was if it was the cutest thing she’d seen that day, that was another story.

The window rattled a little as the wind picked up, making them both giggle. It wasn’t supposed to storm, but climate change had been saying ‘fuck you’ to the weatherman more and more often recently, so they didn’t find it that unusual. More atmosphere meant more fun after all.

“And now saying stuff in Latin…” Zoey looked over to Mira, who put up her hands. “Don’t look at me, you’re the bilingual one.” That made Zoey snort.

Zoey took a few moments to read over the incantation, testing some bits and pieces, rolling the R’s more than she needed, just to make Mira laugh. At one point, she ended up coughing because she’d tried to make a glottal sound too exaggerated, which resulted in Mira tilting over wheezing.

“Okay, okay, let’s do this!” Zoey smacked her cheeks a couple times, getting her game face on. “Lock in, Baybeeeeee.” Mira rubbed her shoulders like a sports coach, perched behind Zoey on her knees. She leaned a little to get a look at the screen, so she could try to follow along.

The words didn’t come easily, more Romantic based than the Germanic of English or the isolated Korean, but they smoothed out the further Zoey went. She tried to recall every Spanish class she’d been forced to take in high school, letting the words curl on her tongue.

The wind picked up again, but neither noticed until the window rattled sharply before a rumble of thunder verberated in the distance. Zoey continued reciting, a bit slower now as the light of her bedside lamp seemed to dim. Mira pressed into her back, leaning closer as the candles flickered.

She was two thirds of the way through when the power went out. She stopped, the candles flickering, Mira plastered to her back. Both breathing a little harder as their adrenaline spiked. Neither said anything as the wind howled. Zoey’s screen dimmed, then turned off.

The candles extinguished as the bedroom door flew open, revealing a form with glowing golden eyes.

“What are you doing?” They screamed.

The form screamed. There was a lot of screaming. Mira practically climbed onto Zoey’s shoulders, who scrambled away from the door, scattering the ring of salt and herbs.

“GUYS, WHAT THE FUCK?”

A phone flashlight came on to reveal Rumi standing in the doorway, eyes wide and very much still brown. She looked like she’d been getting ready for bed, clad in sweat pants and a hoodie, her feet sitting snuggly in slippers.

Mira was still koala’d around Zoey, who had pressed back into the small gap between the bed and nightstand. Both were pale and breathing hard. The soju bottles swayed dangerously as the chaos settled.

Zoey and Mira screamed again when lightning flashed with thunder following a nanosecond behind. Rumi sighed, rubbing at her face as she took in the state of the other two girls. Glancing around the room, her eyes caught sight of the ruined makeshift circle. She lifted one brow questioningly.

“Is that oregano?”

#kpop demon hunters #polytrix #huntrix #Do not expect a full fic from me #at the moment I think I can manage blurbs and one shots #if anyone wants to put their own spin on this concept #go for it

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demiseeee · 2 days ago

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Date Everything Characters W/ a Little Kid

CHARACTERS: Johnny splash, Jean Loo, Sophia, Ben Hwa (mentioned kinda), Mateo, Betty, Teddy, Telly, The Hanks, Chance, Volt and Eddie, Tony, Harper, Dirk, Reggie, Phoenicia, Kristoff, Dunk, Miranda, Scandalabra, Daisuke, Hector, Dorian

Warnings: None! (Note: probably not ideal to mention this on a fic like this lmao, but since I’ve mostly been writing lighthearted stuff, I think I should specify: I’ll write whatever!)

again, mostly me and my friend talking to each other on Google notes, but I added a lot more on here :)

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(I think we wrote this earlier BUT) Can we talk about how good Chance would be with kids SOLELY BECAUSE he’s great at playing pretend. OH YEAHHHH CHANCE WOULD BE GOOD!!

But like halfway through said kid is like ‘why are you still playing pretend as a grown up that’s kinda weird’ and he’s like ‘oh 😀’ (he’d cry for an hr in the bathroom)

Mateo would be pretty good with kids but also we all know he’d prefer a dog to a child

he mostly just gets the kid to behave because the kid LOVES the inanimals, and the whole time they’re just asking him about it. Mateo loves talking about the inanimals though, so he and the kid end up becoming pretty good friends!

Hank 5….i need not say more my wife has that covered (frfr)

the rest of the hanks take the kid fucking skydiving

but in general I do think the hanks understand the fragility of a kid, and they’re a lot more insistent on safety for these kinds of things

”house homie, we’re gonna take the kid surfing!” (Hank #1 holds up a bubble wrapped child)

if the kid cant rap/crap Jean Loo despises them

why do i feel like Sophia might be good??(she would because she kinda drops the persona when people get uncomfy and OBV she would understand around kids)

Volt would be pretty good Eddie would be like “get that little shit off of my counter”

I think Eddie gets kids more, and volt can’t really connect all the way with them because he’s used to charming guests, not rlly much else. But the kid takes a liking to volt because he’s all shiny and interesting

Tony is surprisingly really good, he's like that dad that just throws the kid up in the air and catches them yk?? PERFECTTTTTT

Harper and Dirk give the kid divorce trauma

separately tho i think harper wouldn't be too bad with taking care of a kid because kids like to cling to things and she likes when people cling to her, but by the time shes done babysitting them you have to RIP THEM from her hands

Dirk doesnt rlly know what to do, the kid ends up just chewing on his clothes and he kinda accepts it (HE MAKES SURE TO HIDE THAT FUCKING BODY PILLOW THO)

why do i feel like reggie wouldnt hate them

like the second they ask him to play dress up with him hes like OH HELL YEAH

he also teaches them to be a hater hes like 'now what do we say if someone says we're trying too hard, baby?' "eat shit and die bozo" 'awww youre making mama so proud'

Telly shows them a bunch of educational shows, bro is NOt gonna let this child become a skibidi toliet kid

phoenicia is just snapping pictures of the kid doing ANYTHING because she thinks theyre so cute and everyone needs to see them

ben hwa enturely understands that this is a child so they kinda hide the whole time the child is there

like ben hwas all about freaktime but like they understand THAT IS A CHILD

be like ben hwa

anyway

betty and teddy are THE BEST at putting the kid to bed, like betty sings them a lullaby and shit becuase I SWEAR TO GOD I KNOW HER VOCALS ARE PEAK TRUST TRUST (WORD)

Kristoff wants to make them the most ripped kid in human history (DUNK HAS TO FUCKING SAVE THIS KID OML)

Miranda lets the kid pluck at her guitar a little and she tries to teach them chords

Daisuke is running around trying to get the kid AWAY from all the fragile dishware

he freaks tf out when he cant find said kid because es like "OH MY GOD NO THEYRE GONNA CRACK SO MANY DISHES'

in reality the kid is trying to eat a spoon

scandalabra is just feeding the kid gossip while daisuke's tweaking out and daisuke eventually finds the kid when THAT FUCKING CANDLE BITCH is like 'oh omg btw the silver on those spoons is fake and cheap' (he says this in the actual game) and the kid's like 'no it isnt' and thats what gets daisuke to actually start liking the kid

hector is terrified of kids and just hides in the vent the whole time

BUT if the homeowner tries hard enough to convince him bro plays peekabo in the vent with the kid

dorian establishes a strict list of rules for the kid to follow around the house (like what objects they should avoid talking to, rooms they shouldn't go in, etc)

the kid thinks his british accent is funny and repeats everything he says (I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS KID SM)

Johnny tries to sing the kid a lullaby and the kid tells him very loudly to shut up

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delulu4you · 3 days ago

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Constant Variable

Ishigami Senku x Reader

The sun was sinking low, casting long shadows across the lab. Most of the villagers had gone home for the evening, but you were still perched on a stool, watching Senku work.

He’d been at it for hours—scribbling formulas across a scrap of bark paper, adjusting the angle of a glass lens, muttering calculations under his breath. You’d long since stopped trying to follow every detail; sometimes it was enough to just be there, watching him piece together the future one equation at a time.

Without looking up, he said, “Hand me that beaker.”

You passed it to him, fingers brushing his for a fraction of a second. He didn’t react outwardly, but you caught the subtle flick of his eyes toward you before he went back to pouring the solution.

“What is this one for?” you asked.

“A refractometer prototype,” he said. “We’ll need it for precise measurements when I start working on better optical instruments.”

“Of course.” You smiled faintly. “Always thinking ahead.”

“That’s the point,” he said. “You think ahead, you win. You don’t—you die.”

You rolled your eyes. “You really know how to set the mood.”

He smirked. “Hey, you’re still here. So either you like my charming personality, or you’re waiting for me to blow something up.”

“…Maybe both,” you said, and he gave a quiet huff of laughter.

The lens caught a streak of sunset light, refracting it into a small rainbow across the workbench. Senku paused for just a moment, eyes tracking the pattern. Then he set down the beaker and leaned back slightly.

“You know,” he began, voice casual in that way he used when he was actually saying something that mattered, “there aren’t many constants in life. Most things change. Even the so-called unshakable stuff.”

You tilted your head. “And?”

“And…” He glanced at you briefly, the corner of his mouth quirking upward. “You’ve been a constant. Even before the stone world.”

You blinked. “That… sounds dangerously close to sentiment.”

“Pfft, as if,” he scoffed, immediately turning back to adjust the lens. “It’s just an observation. From a scientific standpoint, having a reliable constant makes experimentation a hell of a lot easier.”

You leaned on the table, smiling. “Sure. Just science.”

“Exactly.” He didn’t look at you, but his ears were just faintly red. “Now pass me the clamp, constant variable.”

You did, deciding you’d let him keep pretending it was all “just science.” After all, that was how Senku Ishigami said I love you.

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The sun had fully set by the time you finished storing the day’s equipment. Senku was wiping down the refractometer lens when Chrome wandered in, carrying an armful of rocks.

“Yo! Senku!” Chrome’s voice was way too loud for the quiet lab. “Check out this chunk of quartz I found. Might be good for your crazy science stuff!”

Senku glanced up. “Quartz, huh? I’ll take a look later. Put it over there.”

Chrome dropped the rocks onto the bench, then spotted you. His grin turned immediately suspicious. “Ohhh, I see how it is. Late night science with Y/N, huh?”

You raised an eyebrow. “We’re working.”

“Uh huh,” Chrome said, clearly unconvinced. “Totally just working. And the way you two were sitting so close? Definitely for purely scientific reasons, right?”

Before you could answer, Gen strolled in, hands tucked into his sleeves, that sly smile already in place. “Well, well, what do we have here? The village’s resident genius and his… constant variable?”

Senku froze mid-wipe, giving Gen the flattest look possible. “…You’ve been eavesdropping.”

“Of course,” Gen said smoothly. “You really should be more careful with your little nicknames, Senku. They’re very… telling.”

Chrome perked up. “Wait, constant variable? Is that, like, a code for ‘partner in science and life’?”

Senku pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s a statistical term, you primitive cavemen. Not everything has to be about your stupid romantic delusions.”

Gen chuckled. “Oh, sure, sure. Just a coincidence that you keep her around for every important experiment. Just a coincidence you only ever explain things in detail to her. Just a coincidence you—”

“Gen,” Senku cut in, his voice dangerously calm, “if you keep talking, I’ll find a use for you as a test subject for my next sulfuric acid experiment.”

Gen grinned wider. “Ah, there it is, the flustered scientist defense mechanism.”

You tried (and failed) to hide your laugh behind your hand. “Don’t worry, Senku. I believe you. It’s all just science, right?”

He shot you a look, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “…Exactly.”

Gen and Chrome exchanged smug glances on their way out, leaving you and Senku alone again.

As the door closed, you heard Chrome whisper, “Totally in love.”

And from the way Senku’s ears went faintly red, you guessed he’d heard it too.

#senku x you #senku #senku x reader #dr stone senku #ishigami senku #chrome #asagiri gen #dr stone

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tacticalcrickit · 3 days ago

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quotes from shawn hatosy's TVInsider interview, except it's every time he talks about mohabbot & abbot's wedding ring

(‘The Pitt’s Shawn Hatosy Deconstructs Finale Roof Scene, Says Abbot Understands His ‘Purpose’ by Meredith Jacobs, published August 14th, 2025)

Q: So much of what we learn about Abbot is in small moments. How did that inform your performance?"

"I didn't really let anything inform my performance other than I just knew that he had hidden trauma, right? And the wedding ring is because he's a widow and he just hasn't really let that stuff go - which I knew. In fact, I'm the one that asked for the wedding ring, so it's there."

[note: there's much more here regarding abbot but it's irrelevant for this post's purpose]

Q: Is Abbot ready to really dig into his hidden trauma in a meaningful way with anyone on screen, like Robby?

"Don't know the answer to that question, but I believe that because he's willing to work on himself and go to therapy then talk to Robby about it, he just seems to me like the kind of guy that's open about his trauma and what he's gone through. You know, I respect that, I think that there's not a lot of guys on TV that are willing to show an audience that it's cool. You can go talk to your therapist, you can talk about it, it's fine. It's not something that you should be ashamed of. So I think that's a character that's happy to talk to Dr. Mohan over a pigtail catheter about his feelings."

Q: Speaking of Mohan, it's subtle, but there was that moment you previously said was Abbot flirting with her. people are drawn to that potential relationship. Why do you think that is?

"I honestly don't know. I think I remember there was a line in [episode] 12 - no, I think it's 13 actually - where he helps out with the neck wound and he's got the cric kit, and then she's like what else do you have in that go bag? And he's like, oh, you know, you'll see. Wouldn't you like to know, or something. It's just like, he's clearly flirting. And I thought it when we did the table reading and everybody kind of like, raised their eyebrows. And I think somebody was like oh that's creepy, that's gross, that can't be a relationship. And I was like well, why not, you know? And anyways, I think it's funny where the response has gotten to. There's obviously, you know, we as actors are always trying to find things that are behind it whether or not they're true makes no difference. It's just stuff we have to put into it - I have to put into it - to kind of give the scene something, right? Because everyone's got something hidden behind what they're saying. It's the nuance of the character. And so, the fact that it has created anything, it makes me laugh."

Q: Is he ready for another relationship? He's still wearing his wedding ring.

"Well, yeah, exactly. Who knows what the writers have in mind? And I don't know if he's ready to even think about another relationship. But I do think he respects her a lot and I think sometimes that can turn into something else, you know. He doesn't have to act on it. He can just feel that way. He mentions a couple things about her - that she's the smartest here, and he trusts her to do this very - like, that procedure that they do with the pigtail catheter, there's only one case of it recorded ever done in history. In like, Korea or something, that somebody wrote about. So the fact that he is willing to literally put his career on the line and trust her to do it says so much."

Q: What can you say about these "hows"?

"I can't say anything, I can only say what I think. I thought Abbot was flirting with Mohan, you know. Who knows what the writers think? I can only infuse what I think, and our great writers can change it like that. Like the rooftop scene, we have to be accepting of what they give us in the moment - which I am."

Q: What did you have in mind about Abbot's marriage?

"In my mind - which is not to say anything - the only thing I can say is the reason he still wears the ring is because it is a recent loss. Would've been a year or two. And that's what was in my mind. That's why he's still wearing it. He's still not ready to take it off."

#shawn hatosy #jack abbot #mohabbot #the pitt #pittposting #s2 #cast

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plounce · 12 hours ago

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order of events was [nice enough afternoon when i get to my parents' house. i cut my mom's hair for her] "so is there anything you wanna do while youre in town since we have 2.5 hrs til the dinner" "oh i dunno, i guess go to daiso" "i dont need to go, i was there with [niece] for over an hour a few weeks ago, have fun without me" [other conversation] "well itll be us paying for the car service" "i was prepared to pay the $90 for the car service" "that reminds me, we should have a talk about your budget" [conversation wraps up, she goes to take a nap] [i get in the car and go to daiso, thinking abt what she could be referring to, am i getting taken off the costco card?] [oh my god i dont work enough hours. and what if we have way less weekend camps this year due to HQ tightening the belt everywhere] [i dont go out very much, i try to live within my means, ive been saving so i slowly stay a little bit above where i was the previous month, does this mean my parents are going to help me w less stuff] [i park at daiso. i realize i forgot my wallet] [burst into tears in my car] [i dont know if they take google pay from my phone] [this is a sign from the universe that i shouldnt spend money at daiso buying too many stickers i dont need] [drive home crying, develop tension headache from trying not to cry too hard while driving] [im such a fuckup i truly have ruined my life] "youre home quick" "yup" "did daiso not have anything?" "(creaky croaky weepy voice) i forgot my wallet and the budget thing you said - you have an advantage to stressing me out because youre my mom - i just figured i shouldnt go bc i dont need anything there, its a good thing to save money" "(quiet sad voice) sorry honey [obviously stands at the top of the stairs for a few moments before laying down again]" [ive been laying on the couch typing this and the last post trying not to cry any harder than heavy breathing and tears out my eyes bc i dont wanna make my mom feel any worse than she already does] [my emotions and overreactions to stress are my problems and i feel bad for making my mom feel bad] [i cant remember if we've ever actually talked about how much she yelled at us and how much thats affected who i am and how i operate] [i dont wanna bring it up bc it would feel like punishing my mom for things that happened a decade and more ago]

#chirps

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cal-daisies-and-briars · 2 days ago

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What about 5 emoji for three fics u think I will like once again u have homework

Oooh okay.

15 for 🚑 - I think you'll enjoy my Hen & Eddie friendship fic, but also it's the one I want to finish next and you love me, so you'll donate 15 of these to the cause

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“I’ll admit I’m also very curious,” Karen says, coming to stand beside Hen.

“When you were talking about Mara’s school yesterday, I got to thinking,” Eddie says. “Christopher’s old school, before Texas, has a bunch of different special admissions programs to keep up with their grant funding.”

Hen narrows her eyes, unsure where he’s going with this. Christopher, like Denny, just started his first year of high school. They’re in the same school, actually, for the first time. He’s not at the place he went before, which always seemed really fantastic, albeit expensive without some of the veteran benefits Eddie was able to get.

“Durand, right?” Karen asks.

Eddie nods. “And, listen, I know she’s making friends, but… I mean here me out.”

Wait, what? Is Eddie saying they should transfer Mara to another new school?

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15 for 🕺 becasue dance stuff and because it's gonna involve loserism:

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"Come on," Hen says. "Might as well tell us, lest we think the worst option?"

"What's the worst option?" Buck whispers.

"I don't know, Buck, but I'm a creative person. I can get there," Hen shrugs.

"Fine," Eddie grumbles. "Fine. It's not a big deal anyway."

Not that either of them will believe that. He did act sort of bitchy.

"Basically, I thought he wouldn't have a problem with me once I stopped dancing," Eddie explains. "Right? Why would he? I never did anything to him other than have the partner he wanted."

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15 for 👿 because I think it MAYBE will eventually involve some form of smut (tbd)

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“An ill-advised one, it seems,” Bobby says. “It sounds like hallucinogenic drugs were involved.”

“Right, but what were they trying to accomplish?” Ravi asks.

“That is a good question,” Buck nods.

“Like was this trying to reanimate a corpse?” Ravi asks. “Or like a petty revenge curse? What’s the deal?”

Bobby looks back at Ravi, bewildered. “Ranimating a corpse is your first thought?”

Ravi shrugs. “I read a lot of fantasy novels as a kid.”

“Just as a kid?” Buck asks.

#daisies and briars writes #what's worth keeping fic #ballroom rivals fic #eddie demon fic

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kotomka · 3 days ago

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6 ep spoilers

Oh, no jax is gonna abstract in the end . Everyone have their support member in the show except him.

What is happening to caine is really upsetting.

It seems like theory about Kinger being the head of the circus is true.

I cried when Kinger was comforting ragatha. I've learnt that watching trailers is actually a bad idea bc it was completly different from what they were trying to show us. I love this show so much.

Zooble and Gangle are adorable.

It's seems like Pomni actually the group therapist but aahh not always in a good way. I can tell she has jester avatar bc tried to find way to communicate with each member, however, Jax is just another case. I expect we learn more about Pomni in future. She really tried hard to get touch with Jax but it didn't work.

Show is gonna get progressively worse, expect there will be a lot of misunderstendings between circus members and Caine too.

It's the first time i think the show reaally doesn't need any ships, now it feels kinda disrespectful. But, just in case, bunnydoll and funnybunny shippers what do you think about the last episode? Idk, when i watched it i felt sorry for people who shipped them cause this was too harsh. Btw, ragapom shippers can relax now.

I don't think that the next episodes will magically heal charactets relationship as it was before. I don't think Pomni will just forget what Jax have said and what she have done. We have seen she felt sorry about the situation but i don't think she will try to be close to him anymore and the worst thing everyone can do to him it's to start ignore.

And there it is, people thought ribbun shippers were the crazy one. Episode showed that Gangle thinks about Jax feelings and about him in general that she even had to listen to inspiring speech from Zooble (btw, abstragedy totally win) and we can really tell that Jax prefers Gangle's company and it hurts him when she prefers Zooble. I am glad that Pomni shot Gangle not Jax (ship can still exist until the next episodes). This episode should have consequences and i am afraid Jax will ignore Gangle bc she made him feel out two times in a row (it's nobodies fault i am just saying and characters are will to do whatever they want).

I want to show off a little 🤓 i predicted some stuff and there will be the list:

I predict there will be no abstraction in ep 6 (if it happen i gonna wear a clown crown). I suppose Jax will do something terrible concerning funnybunny relationship that just started forming and Ragatha will start zoning out but still won't abstract (it could happen later bc it's too early for an abstraction). ✅️

Actually, some people say that Jax plays a jerk role to help others from abstraction but I don't think so, he literally did everything to make Ragatha feel bad and he can be the reason Ragatha abstract in future (i hope she won't). In my opinion, he do these stuff bc it prevents his mind from bad thoughts not bc he really cares about others feelings. ✅️

Idk how it will be but i mostly think Ragatha and Jax will shot each other somehow. ✅️ (it wasn't deadly but sill i count it bc i didn't really believed what i've written)

Kinger affects Ragatha's mind possitively hope he won't let her be too sad during the game and I expecting to see the most beutiful and heartwarming scene between them 🩷🩷 ✅️ (i cried a lot actually)

my worst suggestion they had a beef with Zooble it's something like "finally we've found them" ✅️ (context wasn't so cruel as i've written it but still i count bc you probably doesn't even care about my showing off)

Could it be that she wanted to feel sorta adrenaline and this situation pretty much extreme, however, she didn't really like extraordinary adventures as we have seen before??? Idk. That's why i think this is a little bit strange, maybe after all jax had sorta influence on her, would she've gone insane teaming with Gangle or Ragatha? I don't think so. ✅️

jax considers gangle her partner in crime (as wacky watch says "friend?"), together they literally hijack a track and blew up white house because jax wanted to ✅️ (the one and only bc we have seen it non-verbal, please i wanna know why it is so, let Chekov's gun fire)

#tadc spoilers #the amazing digital circus #jax #ribbun #funnybunny #abstragedy #bunnydoll #gangle #zooble #pomni #caine #kinger

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anyshapebutsquare · 3 days ago

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We spent 2 days this week at the beach with my family and I’m still dwelling on it. All my brothers were there along with my nieces and nephews, my parents, my SIL and her father. I’ve always known Kevin didn’t really fit in with my family and it still bothers me that it doesn’t feel like they accept him after all these years. For what it’s worth I’ve always felt like I didn’t fit the mold of what my parents wanted me to be, and I still feel like they don’t actually know me as a person. So of course I chose to marry someone different than who they expected. Kevin is always unapologetically himself. He doesn’t filter himself around my family, and I’ve talked to him about it before, but he just doesn’t believe in pretending to be someone he is not. And I understand that. He has tattoos, he curses, he vapes, he is very frank with people, are all things I think they don’t like. He also asks a lot of questions that he thinks will make the conversation more interesting or funny (meaning taboo topics. Like he asked my mom so who’s gonna kick the bucket first, you or Gary? Aka my dad) I’m assuming my brother and SIL think he’s a bad influence on my nieces and nephew because of the tattoos/cursing/vaping. Mind you they are almost all (one is 12) teenagers now so it’s not like they’ve never heard someone curse before. But he is also extremely hard working, loyal, respectful, supportive, and willing to change when we have issues. I however filter myself a lot around my parents and conform to whatever they want. It’s hard to just stop doing that after growing up this way. We were talking about it on the drive home, and the big difference between his family and my family is this: when we go over to his family’s house they make it known how awesome they think I am and wow Kevin you really bagged a good one. But when we go to my family it feels like both of us aren’t good enough, but especially Kevin. Even though Kevin is amazing! He even opened up to my mom about his past, he grew up on welfare and a bunch of other stuff and she just sat there all uncomfortable and tried to change the subject to something more positive. I just wish they saw how great he is. By all calculations he should be like in prison or dead but he truly pulled himself out of poverty. I know things won’t ever change, even if I tried to talk to them about it. But it’s nice to have a space to process.

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tomato-face-xoxo · 23 hours ago

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frame by frame jax character analysis lets gooo!

(warning: speculation)

i'm going to mainly be focusing on the ending scenes of episode 6 because it shows a lot about his character and his coping strategies.

this is the face jax makes right after pomni hugs him. but give him a second to process the fact he's letting himself be vulnerable and....

yeah, that's the face of panic.

a big coping mechanism jax has been using throughout his time at the circus is dissociation. if something hits too close to home, he distances himself mentally. right afterwards, you see him just staring at the palm he used to shove pomni away.

it takes him a minute to process what pomni is saying when she tries being playful with him, because he's too busy dissociating from the memories pomni brought back with that hug. the reason i say this is because of the expression he makes earlier in the episode when he looks at ribbit's room.

we've all theorized that jax and ribbit used to be close friends before they abstracted after episode 5's intermission. and yeah, that checks out. jax lost his only real friend and the trauma of that experience hardened him to having any connection with the other circus members.

"we were never friends :)" was a line meant to hurt. jax is being unnecessarily cruel towards pomni because he wants to push her away. he can't go through what happened with ribbit again and so he tries to make himself as unlikeable to pomni as possible in the last few minutes, like an animal with spikes to evade predators.

again, another wide-eyed, out-of-it stare while he makes fun of the situation as obnoxiously as he can. because obviously a girl showing concern and valuing your friendship means she's hitting on you. another deflection. but then pomni's abstraction comment? well that really hits hard for him.

can't even hold up the nonchalant mask anymore, because in his eyes pomni is blaming him for kaufmo and ribbit's abstractions.

but- oh yep. there it is. he's dissociating again, distancing himself from his emotions and what he's saying to keep himself from being too vulnerable and getting hurt again.

"...what would you do if i abstracted tomorrow?"

his posture changes, and his face is pure emotionless as he tells her "i'd move on, and probably forget about you."

this scene hits so hard every time i watch it. he's being very cruel, but there is trauma behind that. and the way his words hurt pomni arent easy to watch either.

the second she turns around his expression changes, another showing of how performative he's being around her.

andd when pomni is very much hurt all he can do is deflect. "it's just a joke!" the foolproof strategy of bullies that makes everything funny. he does this earlier by calling her delusional and making her concerns out to be that of a crush. pomni is being reasonable and he wants her to second-guess herself. to shut her up. if he's obnoxious enough she should just give up and leave, right?

jax hates himself. that's what i get from his dramatic villain monologue. he's lying about not caring about anyone in the circus, that's for sure, but god does it look painful when he says "i'm the one who causes pain for FUN." like he believes that. believes he's nothing more than a sadist and doesn't deserve anyone's time of day.

jax curses for the first time in the series, two simple "fuck"s. and it hits. its raw. it's real. he's mad at himself. mad about him showing vulnerability to ponni. probably also an exclamation of his general self hatred.

"there's nothing more to me. so please, just stop looking." he's tired. exhausted from constantly having a facade up. i think genuinely believes some of it, too. that the bad-guy persona he plays up is the REAL him. that there really is nothing more to him.

when he gets in his seat for the awards show, you see the face of someone on the brink of tears. instead of crying like a normal person though, he does this.

yeah- just have a panic attack over the bathroom sink. normal stuff.

it's all the culmination of what i mentioned above. and he hates how much pomni got to him. he expresses embarrassment multiple times over telling her stuff about himself and lashing out at her.

"god, i look stupid." yeah, you do. jax is an asshole through and through, but he isn't one-note. his behavior is the result of losing a close friend and the trauma of that experience consumed him. not to mention being trapped in a cartoon world for all eternity. alone. because he can't bring himself to connect with anyone else he's trapped with.

it's tragic.

#jax #jax tadx #tadc episode 6 #the amazing digital circus #tadc analysis #writeblr #psychoanalysizing the blorbo

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gifti3 · 2 days ago

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okay let's pretend asmo doesnt know what gap moe is and levi wasn't in his ear about it randomly at some point lmao

i was thinking about it a while back and this idea popped into my head! well one scene popped into my head and i decided to write something short for it

okay done yapping now! thanks for reading

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gap moe (gn!reader x asmo)

"I'm kinda busy right now." You flip through your textbook looking for a certain page.

You may have accidentally left your assignment to do last minute, but was it really your fault when everyone kept monopolizing your time?

And currently a special little demon was attempting to do just that.

"Are you really more interested in studying than going out with me?"

You shake your head. "It's not that, obviously. This paper is due like tomorrow...so... Also, didn't we go out several days ago?"

"MC, that was over a week ago”, Asmo whines. "And you've been rejecting me since for other plans! ….Are there other things more important than me?"

A sigh escapes you. He was right about you rejecting his invites. But things have been really busy recently. You could barely find downtime for yourself!

You look to your side and immediately lock eyes with your boyfriend. You'd be unnerved from his stare if you weren't already used to it.

You do your best to hold back a smile and gently push Asmo's face away from yours. "Gosh Asmo you're so gap moe..."

"Yea-- wait 'gap moe'? What is that?" The slight sneer on his face shifts to curiosity.

"Go look it up. Or ask Levi, he should know. ‘Gap’ as in space and ‘moe’, M-O-E. And I promise we can hang out later today once I'm done!"

You grin and turn back to what you're doing, ending the conversation. Asmo huffs but exits your room finally leaving you to your work.

Afterwards, Asmo makes a beeline for Levi's room, and enters with barely a knock.

Surprised by the sudden entrance, Levi's timing is thrown off and his character falls to their death. He turns ready to chide whoever disturbed his tenth playthrough of Heir: Mechanical. But with one look he can tell Asmo's in a mood. A negative one.

His younger brother leans against the wall near him.

Levi's brows furrow. "...Er do you need something?"

"What's ‘gap moe’? MC told me to ask you. They said I was so 'gap moe'."

Levi perks up. "It's when a character is more appealing because of traits that don't meet surface level expectations! Like a tough looking character showing their soft side. Or like Ruri-chan's true form being a sexy demon. Ruri-chan's cute form is the best, but I can't deny that that side of her doesn't add to her character!"

Asmo tilts his head still confused. "How does that apply to me though? I'm beautiful on the outside and the inside."

"I guess MC said that because of your scary yandere side lol."

"What was that?"

Levi jumps. "I mean you're very intense-- passionate side...!"

"...Hm, I guess that makes sense.” Asmo smiles. “It's just another thing that makes me cute and charming. Yea, I get it now!"

Asmo, satisfied with that answer, thanks Levi and leaves.

Levi lets out a grumble and returns to his game.

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You sit on the edge of your bed, hunched over your phone. You had finally finished your paper, but surprisingly weren't interrupted again after Asmo left. Hopefully he wasn't seriously upset….

"Hiii, are you done with your homework?"

You look up and see Asmo peeking into your room.

When he realizes you're just messing around on your phone, he makes his way over to you and sits behind you on your bed.

"Woah, where have you been? I was done like an hour ago."

Asmo wraps his arms around you and rests his head against you.

"Well, I went to ask Levi about gap moe like you said! But then I kinda got distracted with other stuff after that~"

Hearing the answer you relax and continue scrolling on your phone. "Awesome, now you know why you're gap moe."

"Cause I'm so… intense. But it makes me cuter."

"I guess that's one way of putting it! ....Maybe it makes me a bit weird but I really like that about you. Along with the five hundred other things of course."

"I think we should get married."

"Huh?! So suddenly?" You almost dropped your phone.

"Well it doesn't have to be right now, but I'm putting it in your head okay!"

You laugh, "You're so silly."

"You make me silly..."

Once again you're caught off guard. This time by the missing lithe in his voice.

You try to look back at him. But before you can say anything he speaks, starting up a random topic of conversation and distracting you.

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