#I can't Function when I get obsessed with something

[whaleofatjme1920]

Omg I can't believe the day has come you started doing Creepypasta/MH headcanons again, I was OBSESSED with ur Creepypasta content in like 2022 but I've stuck around ever since even after the hiatus lol.

But I've been playing your quizzes on quotev and I've been wondering what Tim, Brian and Toby's types would be? Like preferences, I know it might impede on the self inserting nature but I'm curious to see how you would characterize them! :)

Tim, Brian and Toby’s Types

[Warnings: Like, none?]

[AN: Their type is obviously me. ALSO THANK YOU SM!!! I'm slowly getting back into it. ALSO ALSO I am not describing any kind of body or physical features, only additions like body mods.]

Reblogs are appreciated!!

Tim's Type

He... more or less has a kind of savior complex? So, he goes after people who think need his help or help in general. He's a very tragic kind of man when I write him as Tim. People who look helpless are like crack to him. He has a very strong 'I can save them' mentality. All this said, I do think he likes piercings. Doesn't matter where they are, he likes piercings and generally alt fashion on his partner (if he could have one. He cannot have a partner. It is doomed to fail every single time.) He also loves a sharp mind. Sure, he loves saving people but he loves when they're smart and witty too. People who don't know their worth but being around him brings it out again and he can see them shine. The glimpses of a beautiful mind. He also enjoys those who can appreciate a good night in and late night drives. He's a night owl and you kinda need to function at night for him too. People who like to bake, specifically baking, people who like to do crafts in their spare time... Has a tendency towards liking homemakers. He craves a form of domesticity. If you can make him feel like he's at home no matter where he is, then he knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that you're the one for him.

Brian's Type

He likes people who can fight him. Not like that, but personalities and people who don't just bend over and take it, though he finds resilience in the face of adversity admirable. I'm not saying you need to fight him, but he gives very strong "I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me" vibes. Brian's been this way for gods know how long - both as Brian and as Hoodie, but more noticeably as Hoodie. I feel most people expect Brian to be softer, sweeter, and aim for those types of people and i don't disagree, but I like this part of him too. I feel like he enjoys people who can argue with him for fun, people who pick his brain and make him think and force him to come up with witty responses. He also favors tattoos on people. Not really elaborating but a lip piercing or anything on the nose makes him happy too. Brian also finds himself gravitating towards people who are a little 'high maintenance'. He likes spoiling his partner so let him spoil you. People who are confident and know their worth, people who won't ever let their fire go out, all those kind of personalities attract him. He too craves a form of domesticity but he's not always a homebody. He likes going out and exploring the world.

Toby's Type

Gods, who isn't Toby's type. Toby likes everyone and I mean everyone. Toby believes he's here only barely and often lives life to the fullest even as he gets closer to pushing 30. Toby loves the party people, the introverts, the wandering souls and the quiet homebodies. He finds something attractive in damn near everyone he meets. However, he does find a special attraction towards people who have unconventional, alt styles. Tattoos, piercings, dyed, shaved hair, witchy types. Still, literally everyone is his type. It's the personality that really lures him in though. He likes people who can joke around with him and are wicked intelligent in unconventional ways. I think he leans more towards finding those with emotional intelligence more attractive than traditional book smarts, but he's happy with either. People who are gentle, kind and aware of the world around them but still know how to get out and have a good time, and those that lean towards more social butterfly like tendencies. Toby likes those who will do fun things with him, exploring where you shouldn't and prone to trying new things. I don't think he likes when someone is very firm in their preferences as he prefers those who can more readily change and try. But again, just start talking to him and he'll want to give the two of you a go.

[wtf-drawing]

so i may have possibly made a deltarune AU where the prophecy happens in the present instead of the 2000's. it's not that fleshed out, but there's budget spamtenna so

The setting is Kris and Noelle's living room, filled with fancy and new technology, such as a top-of-the-line new smartphone and a smart TV, too! It's worth noting they all rely on the internet quite a bit, though. It would be a shame if something happened to it...

Princess, the sweet little creature who most of the Cyber World darkners see as their ruler. Always willing to help - maybe a little too willing, and ends up forgetting her own needs.

Governor Ramb, the ACTUAL ruler of Cyber World. Most people haven't met him, and think he's an ominous king who oversees everything with a steel eye. Really, Ramb isn't very ominous. He also suffers from a lack of confidence. After all, going from something that just lets a TV's cable reach the outlet on the wall to something that holds most of the world in the balance has an effect on a power strip.

Addisons nowadays are so frequent, and rarely appear alone. You can't even watch a MyTube video without seeing at least three of the damned things. And they're so NOISY!

However, one of the original Addisons remains. He hasn't changed a single day in decades! Unfortunately for mister Spamton G. Spamton however, that puts him in charge of the modern Addisons.

But the older brother of the modern Addisons is a little different. For some reason, he's obsessed with getting you to buy his commissions, and a big fan of shiny things.

Princess's second-in-command - and older brother figure - a towering flatscreen with a couple too many arms; Mr. Sam Smart. His confident disposition leaves most people incredibly intimidated, causing them to avoid him, so he doesn't have any friends except for Princess.

Princess, relying on the internet, stops functioning when it goes out. All she can do now is tell you the time... can't anyone save her?!

Luckily, Smart is still functioning, but feels a little useless. All he can do without internet is play TV from cable! No one watches TV from CABLE!!! He acts like he's only trying to get the internet back for himself, but really, he's worried about Princess every second.

Spamley notices the internet is gone when he tries to advertise his commissions, and his emojis aren't working. He needs the internet back, but he knows his own strength, and knows the underground - where the roots of the Royal Router Palace lie - is too dangerous. Is the ruler of this land even doing anything to fix it?! He goes directly to the very top of the palace to complain, and finds everybody there running around and panicking like wild geese. Right, first course of action. Find the toughest looking person and convince them to help him get the internet back.

Meanwhile, Smart is trying to think of what to do. The poor guy isn't really much of a thinker, though. Where's the governor at a time like this? Then he hears a sort of squawky voice trying to get his attention. It's some sort of advertisement. He thinks of kicking it away, but he realises it's trying to actually talk to him. Smart, dodging responsibility, tries to intimidate the little Addison away. Spamley, however, doesn't have any room for fear in his tiny little body, and recruits him to fix the internet. Smart's never met anyone who's this unafraid of him before, and isn't really sure how to react.

step 2: ??? step 3: profit

this hasn't been fleshed out very well yet, and i might never come back to this after I get it out of my system, so here's all the little infos i thought of:

The kid is Kris and Noelle's adopted kid, a little dragon (haven't decided on pronouns yet) who's always wanted to be the hero of the story.

There should also be 2 others, a human and a prince from the dark, but I haven't figured out who the human is yet. The prince is probably dragon kid's humansona, cause i like the monstersona theory for ralsei. the human bonds with the prince over the fact she doesn't know many humans. maybe she also thinks dragons are really cool and not scary at all.

the prophecy contains the same words, but some different implications. the lord of screens is probably either ramb or princess, but i dont really want ramb to get sliced... looks like its what's gonna happen, though.

just thought of a name for the dragon, definitely gotta be a month, in memory of dess. probably a summer one - June, July, or August (im lowk digging July --- July Dreemurr kind of goes hard)

just decided on they/them for july, btw

if i don't get bored of this after i get it all out my system, i'll do the chapter 1 world too :3

[some-pers0n]

How it feels getting obsessed with something new and then realizing you're going to spend anywhere from a week to the rest of your life thinking about it

[blackhholes]

teen wolf meme: [6/6] creatures -> ghost riders

In storm clouds just like these, phantom hunters would appear, riding black horses with blood-red eyes, and wolves and hounds at their side, baying and snarling. What were they hunting? Souls.

[micechicken]

The Showers is my fav creepypasta as I've said but OH MY GOD does it have one of the most punchable characters in a creepypasta ever.

[snowballseal]

aww i love how u write sylus! you write him so soft and domestic but still so *sylus* if that makes sense hahahsbakdnfb (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

if ur requests are open can i req one with sylus and a reader who start to slowly crave headpats from him? i feel like he would give the best headpats ngl,, ty in advanced if you do~

Head Pats

Sylus X Reader

Summary: You want head pats from Sylus, but you can't bring yourself to ask him out loud. Safe to say though, Sylus likes granting the desires of your heart.

Word Count: 2050

Note: This was NOT meant to be this long, but the more I wrote, the more I become obsessed with this idea. So yah, I hope you enjoy! Thank you for the adorable request!

Also, consensual aether core usage (by Sylus) (don't know how else to put that lol)

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There are quite a few things you like about Sylus.

Of course he’s handsome. You would have to be blind to not see that. Admitting it is another thing though, because the man’s ego is already insufferable at times (and you definitely will never admit how attractive that is in and of itself). But every so often, you catch yourself staring at his face, the sharpness of his jaw, the perfect curve of his lips when he smirks, the mesmerizingly morbid color of his eyes. He’s literally gorgeous.

You also love how he takes action. Even if that action is something you disagree with. You’ve come to terms with the different ways you function. You’ll always be tied to the law, the regulations drilled into you while at the Hunter Academy. Yet, whenever Sylus drags you into his schemes, you can’t deny the way your heart races in exhilaration. 

Not to mention, it also means he never stops pursuing you. Being in a relationship with him is like a dance, and all you have to do is follow. Sometimes it’s like you’re spinning so fast you can’t focus on a single thing around you, but you know he’ll never let you fall. And sometimes it’s slow, just the two of you pressed together, sharing the same breath, the same time. 

Though he’s never opposed to you taking the lead for a little while.

You like his mind. His quick wit and sharp tongue. You like riding with him on his motorcycle in the dead of night, far outside the N109 Zone, where it’s easier to see the stars. You even like his god-awful singing voice.

But one of the things you secretly like the most, are his hands. Not in a sexual way, even. You just like how big they are, how, when you compare hands, he can curl the tips of his fingers over yours. The confidence they have when curled around a gun. His callouses from hours training in the gym and work. Their capability to take life when he needs to.

Yet, they make you feel undeniably safe. Comforted when they rub your back whenever you “force” him to cuddle with you. Cherished when he cups your jaw, his touch impossibly gentle despite their ability to cause so much violence.

There’s only one thing he hasn’t done, and the more you think about it, the more you desperately want him to.

Head pats.

It started when you were watching a movie, and the male love interest patted his partner’s head, all the while calling her cute and teasing her. It was like a curse. Your mind immediately conjured an image of the two of you in their place, and you wondered what it would be like to have Sylus gently pat your head while teasing you, and that’s all it took to send you reeling.

At the time, Sylus had asked why you were suddenly so red, but you’d played it off as getting a little warm. Which worked, though he definitely gave you that look, the one that says he doesn’t completely believe you. But you weren’t going to out yourself like that!

It’s ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous! You almost feel like it would be less embarrassing if it were something inappropriate. This feels somehow weirder. Isn’t it? Maybe it’s not. Maybe you’re just overthinking it all…No, maybe the weird thing is just how fixated your mind is on it. And how it pops up every time you’re near him.

Like today.

You and Sylus are in his kitchen. You’re sitting at the table, watching him as he idles around the counter, preparing dinner. The chef had a family emergency, leaving the two of you to prepare your own meal. Which you were helping with, until Sylus teased you about your knife skills and banned you from the kitchen.

Cutting vegetables is not as easy as cutting up a wanderer. Realistically, you were closer to cutting off the tips of your fingers instead.

So now you’re just watching. Sylus works, efficient and graceful, his brow furrowed ever so slightly in concentration. You cross your arms over the back of the chair, propping your chin on them as your eyes follow his deft movements. He really is good at everything. His hands move as if it’s second nature, handling the knife confidently, without an ounce of hesitation.

They’re always so sure. Unshakable. Just like him. If only-

“If you keep staring at me like that, sweetie, I might have to consider changing occupations.”

You blink, realizing Sylus had caught you, his movements paused in favor of pinning you with an amused look. Heat creeps across your cheeks, turning you a brilliant shade of pink. The corner of his lips curl up.

It, of course, hadn’t escaped him exactly where you were staring. Nor was it the first time he had noticed you staring intently at his hands this week. At first, Sylus thought it was just coincidence. You have the tendency to space out, especially when you’re tired. But then you’d blush adorably and snap your attention somewhere else with that pout on your lips, as if you were thinking about something specific. Something embarrassing.

And Sylus is curious. What could his little hunter be thinking about that could fluster her so badly? It wasn’t like you to get embarrassed, especially with him. So he set his trap. And you’ve wandered right into it.

“It’s almost as if you were thinking of something else,” he hums, waiting for just the right moment.

“I um, no, I just, I like looking at you,” you stumble over your words, sitting up straighter, though your face already feels warmer than the sun. You’ve definitely been caught. “You’re my boyfriend, aren’t you supposed to like it when I look at you?”

His eyes narrow, simmering with an intensity that makes you squirm. You try to hold it, try to keep your gaze steady, but it’s like staring into a fire. The heat is too much for you to take. So you give in, looking at your lap and twisting your fingers in an obvious sign of hesitation.

“Hmm, your lies need work.” The knife makes a soft ‘clink’ as he sets it against the counter. His footsteps are quiet as he walks around the island. You can’t help the way your breath catches when his fingers curl tenderly under your chin, forcing you to look back up at him. Sylus raises a brow, amusement glinting in the depths of his eyes, “You’ll have to be more convincing if you want me to believe you, kitten.”

“I’m not- I’m not lying,” you try again meekly, though you already know you’ve lost the war.

Sylus looks at you for a hard minute and this time, you can’t escape his intense gaze. It’s like he’s trying to unravel you, to strip you down until you’re bare in front of him, so he can read every part of you. And he can. It doesn’t take long for a flicker of recognition to cross his face, and you can feel your heart racing against your ribcage.

A devilish smirk curls his lips.

“You desire something,” he murmurs, voice lilting with curiosity.

You hate how good he is at that. A pout captures your lips, and you wish you could just cover your face. Maybe then this whole conversation would disappear. But you can’t, not with how intently he’s watching you. So you just keep pouting, staying quiet.

Sylus hums, leaning down a little, so his warm breath brushes your lips, “There’s no need to act so embarrassed, kitten. I quite enjoy fulfilling your desires, especially when I’m at the center of them.”

Oh, you wish you could smack and kiss him at the same time right now. How can one man be so insufferable and so absolutely perfect all at once? You wish you could just come out and say it, you know he wouldn’t think anything of it, and then your morbid curiosity would be sated.

But there’s something about the way he’s looking at you, the way your heart is racing, the way you can’t. stop. thinking. about his stupid hands, that makes the words lock themselves behind your teeth.

“I just can’t…say it,” you waver.

The air goes quiet for another moment. And then-

“I won’t force you.” Of course. Sylus’ expression softens a fraction, the teasing glint replaced by a serious line between his brows. Because while he enjoys pushing you, seeing how flustered you turn, he’s never one to take it too far. Not with you. “I suppose I can allow you to keep a few secrets, as you’ve so generously allowed me to keep mine.”

You both know it’s a farce of an excuse. Sylus still has his secrets because he’s much better at keeping them. He’s a mystery you don’t think you’ll ever be able to unravel. This is his way of giving you an easy out. 

He won’t push this if you really don’t want him to.

And that’s why you want to tell him.

When he slowly starts to pull away, taking your continued silence as confirmation, you reach out, fingers curling around his wrist. Sylus stills. He looks down at your small hand before quirking a brow at you.

You take a deep breath, seizing back some courage, “I just don't want to say it out loud. But if, if you want to find out using other methods, that’d be fine.”

Now both brows shoot up. Intrigue. You shift nervously, but keep your chin high, looking at him expectantly. Sylus’ lips flicker back into a smirk.

“Well, since you’ve given me permission…”

You nod. Sylus’ gaze focuses back on you, not that it ever left, his expression settling back into something serious. His right eye starts to glow softly, and it’s all you can look at. This time it’s not so scary, not so unnerving, when you feel the haze creep across your mind. Maybe it’s gentler because you’re willing, or maybe because your relationship has changed so much, but you almost feel a warmth filling your senses, drawing the answers gently from the depth of your soul and telling him exactly what you’ve been thinking about this past few weeks.

Surprise flickers across Sylus’ face. He stifles a genuine smile, the glow of his eye slowly dimming until they match again.

“All of this, over wanting me to pat your head?”

His voice doesn’t hold any judgment, not that you were truly expecting it to. Still, if you could blush darker, you probably would, despite the relief you feel at finally having it out there.

“I know, it’s silly,” you admit, biting the inside of your cheek, “I don’t know why I couldn’t just say it.”

Sylus shakes his head, “I’ll admit, it wasn’t what I was…expecting, but none of your desires are ‘silly’. Except perhaps your need for enough stuffies to cover our bed.”

“They need a home,” you shoot back immediately, feeling more yourself again.

“Right, right.” Sylus hums. His fingers stroke absentmindedly along your cheek. “How could I forget? It’s out of the goodness in your heart that you spend all my money to bring them home.”

“That’s right,” you huff, “Who better to give them a home than us?”

“Of course. I take it back.” You blink when his hand leaves your face, only to settle gently on your head. You glance up at him, eyes wide. A fuzzy warmth fills your chest when he tenderly fusses your hair, those vermillion eyes glowing with fondness. “I suppose every desire of yours is adorable. So next time-” He leans down, nose touching yours sweetly. “-don’t be so embarrassed to share, sweetie.”

His hand smoothes over your hair one last time before he draws away to go finish dinner. You bite down on your lip, spinning around to collapse against the table, unable to stop the small sound of happiness that escapes you.

Sylus’ laughter fills the room, along with the sound of more cutting.

It seems he has another tool to use to his advantage for showing you his love. He’ll have to make good use of it, if the way you kick your feet through the entirety of dinner tells him anything.

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This request hit waaaaaaay to close to home for me. Love me some head pats. And I COMPLETELY agree that Sylus would give the best head pats.

Thanks for reading!

[ancientnapdragon]

Thinking of the "shen yuan transmigrates into airplane's OP middle school OC" au again. Because it's too hot for me to turn my PC on and write.

So here is how I think this would go. Also this is jiuyuan again because I'm just obsessed with him not sorry.

Ignore typos cause phone please

SO sy wakes up in his funky System Void. But before he can really get explained anything he just sees a bunch of flashing red ERROR screens. Then he wakes up, again, and is inside of your typical xianxia appropriate bedroom. Like all by himself.

After a bit of poking around he's in this big manor. Very nice but completely empty of other people. A bit later he realizes that the whole area outside of the manor's walls is just this flat expanse of water as far as the eye can see. The sky is faintly pink and the sun has been in the same spot, like it's setting, for hours now. He's basically trapped inside this manor with no way to get out since the water looks really deep and he knows he can't swim that well.

He ends up finding a small library after a while of searching. They're all about instruments, Cultivation techniques, or qiang mastery. So, he's probably transmigrated, right? But he has no idea where he is. The last thing he read was Proud Immortal Demons Way and that had been a shitshow but he doesn't recognize any of this.

SY stays there a few days and gets familiar with his new body. The sun never goes down and the breeze never blows. He finds out he actually has a qiang as a spiritual weapon! And his body has some foundational cultivation techniques, though notes written in the margins of his books tell him not to "finish his core" until he's older. He's retained a lot of his body's skills and he's kind of OP with his weapon! He's also a master of the pipa and dizi and a really good singer, which is pretty cool! Less cool is that he seems to be a child.

Just when sy has ran out of books to read he hears a chime in his head. The SYSTEM has just come back online and slams him with info.

His SYSTEM is thankful he is still in the house! Apprently he got stuck in the body of the main character of some story called "Venegeful Son's Immortal Destiny"! SY has no idea what that is. The System explains that, for some reason, it was booted into offline mode and it only just got restarted. It also can't connect to the main cloud and something seems to be corrupting the story!

Since normal functions are offline, the best it can do is try to guide SY forward and keep him alive until the system can get fixed. Without spoiling TOO much for it, it briefly recounts that the protagonist was left in a secret realm by his father to keep him safe. His father in this world was a powerful rogue cultivator with a lot of hidden techniques, so a bunch of other jealous sects rose up against him to attack and take his precious secrets. His dad, whom he traveled with, hid him here with all his books and also his spiritual weapon.

What was SUPPOSED to happen was that the dad, bloody and dying, was supposed to burst back into the secret realm and start the son on the oath of revenge. This was a very vicious dog blood novel with lots of twists and turns! The system had been excited to FINALLY guide someone through it!

But since the dad never showed up sy is kinda trapped here. He and the system end up devising sort of a plan to get out; since he has a protagonist halo and all, the system figures they can use that to their advantage. It's still very slow going, though, and sy ends up talking to the system a lot! They kind of become friends!

This system, since it's not connected to the main cloud and kinda lost, is a lot more relaxed than the one in canon. SY ends up getting from the system that the story he's in wasn't a GOOD story, narrative wise, but it was still one of the system's favorites! The author put a lot of heart into it and really treasured the characters, which as a whole helped him through a really hard time in his life. The system explains that the job of things like itself is to help "fix" stories like this, which is part of why the system was so excited! A transmigrator like sy is just the vehicle for that!

They end up talking about books they both know (the system has never heard of PIDW though, sadly) and get along pretty well! They both prefer "bad" stories over good ones, though where SY prefers to rag on what went wrong, the System prefers to focus on what went right and how small changes could have made the stories shine.

As they bond, they enact the plan to escape. Except, they're not the only things that notice this. On the other side of the hidden realm, at the entrance, activity has alerted some rogue cultivators that something is up. While Sy and system have been trying to get out, they've been trying to get in.

It comes to a head when, suddenly, the front door crashes open and the hidden realms entrance is forced to connect to the actual world. Rogue cultivators flood inside, hoping to steal secrets before the great sects find out and wipe the place clean. Demonic cultivators follow, hoping for similar- but also the chance to catch a few unsuspecting rogues out and kill them.

SY, with all his father's important information stored away in storage rings, ends up narrowly getting out and escaping from the realm. It's the middle of the night in the "real" world and he's deep in a thick forest. SY runs, with some help from the system, until he thinks he's not being followed any longer. Panting, he ends up going to a small stream to wash the sweat off himself and cool down.

Across the stream, frozen stiff, is a boy that looks about his age, maybe a little older, with dark hair and sharp, calculating eyes. SY thinks he would be pretty if not for the scowl marring his features. The boy had been washing his hands off in the stream, which SY can tell seem sort of hurt like burns.

The System suddenly activates and tells SY to talk to him! The system can't tell exactly what, but the boy has some sort of Halo, so he's important! And maybe if they can figure out what happened they can get rid of the corruption so the system can connect again!

SY is awkward, and the boy is like a sissy and angry cat, but SY eventually introduces himself and gets a name from the boy: Shen Jiu. SJ is there with his teacher though he seems a little dodgy talking about that. Using his body's OP luck and the system's help, SY finds some herbs nearby and gives them to SJ to help with his burns. The System manages to successfully "link" them together, too!

SJ convinces SY to leave before anyone "unsavory" might find him so he does. The System, when they're alone, explains that since they're "linked" that SY will be more likely to randomly find the boy and connect with him! And, since he has a Halo, he'll eventually be around other characters, too! They'll solve this mystery together!

With System as a guide, SY ends up meeting up and endearing himself to a group of traveling performers. Apparently something similar happened in the actual story but the system doesn't recognize any of these people as the same characters. Still, SY is charming with his protag halo and his skills with music get him pretty much adopted.

SY, free, now has some goals: find out what happened to his dad and help the system clear up the corruption! As a personal goal he'd also like to finish his cultivation, but he agreed with whoever wrote those notes in the manuals to wait till he's older to do certain things; he doesn't want to be stuck as a 12 year old forever.

SY ends up traving around with the performers. As promised, every few months he happens to run into SJ! It's always a fun surprise when it happens, too! Usually it's in a town when it happens. SY will be picking up some supplies or enjoying a festival before he has to perform and he'll happen to bump onto SJ. SJ is always hissy with him but SY can recognize the tsundere trope when he sees it! SJ is never around his teacher and SY eventually gets the feeling that maybe his teacher isn't nice to SJ. But SY is just a kid and can't do much, so he has SJ hang out with him or his new adopted family while he can! SY doesn't have very much but he'll share some treats or fun gossip he's picked up on his travels. Sometimes the System even helps him find neat things that SJ can look into! It's very slow and SJ seems to fight him every step of the way, but they do form something of a small friendship.

About three years after SY escaped from the realm, he is secretly a fine little cultivator. A big conference of some sort is coming up that the big sects are sponsoring. SY has been very careful to avoid any sects since he doesn't know which ones attacked his father... but his group is going to a nearby town to perform. All the cultivators makes the surrounding towns very busy so it's a good time to earn some cash! And they're lucky enough to get a performance spot!

As per usual, this is when SY hits a lucky shot and meets up with SJ. It's the day before everything and SY and SJ end up hanging out. SY thinks that SJ is competing and wishes him luck. He makes SJ promise to come back after it's over and SY says that he'll treat him to a nice dinner with his savings for doing a good job! SJ is more dodgy than usual. In the end, SJ never comes back like he promised and SY is forced to leave town a few days later. He wonders what happened to his friend.

It's not until about four months later that he sees SJ again, which is the longest he ever went without seeing him. SJ is in some new clothes that look nicer than his older ones. SY can't help himself and throws himself at SJ to give him a hug with a cry of "Jiu-ge!". He almost gets his block knocked off for this until SJ realizes WHO SY is. SY ends up squeezing him and admitting that he thought that SJ died when he didn't come back. SJ is sort of uncomfortable and eventually gets SY pried off himself and placated.

SY then notices a couple other people around their age who are giving SY weird looks. One is named Mu Feng and the other is Wei Li. SJ explains that he got "taken in" by a cultivation sect but he is as dodgy on answering questions as always. SY introduces himself to them and explains that SJ is his friend. It turns out the three of them are on this town because there were rumors of some strange happenings. SY has heard that! So he tells them all he knows and wishes SJ luck! SJ still owes joining him for a nice dinner and he WILL collect at some point!

The System pipes up when they're gone that the two people with SJ has some sort of plot significance! Weaker auras of it, but that meant the plan was working! Hooray!

Things go like this for a while, with SJ now occasionally meeting SY on missions with his sect. He ends up meeting quite a few people with lesser plot connection but none stronger than SJ's own Halo. People who know SJ are always kinda weirded out by SY being his friend which is really strange! Because SJ is kinda prickly but he's not a bad guy or anything! (Ha) SY even sort of makes friends with the Mu and Wei guys since he seems to see them the most.

I'll continue this later cause my phone is dying. But it's very funny to imagine SY somehow missing all the PIDW clues because he's so focused on other stuff. SY can be so obtuse and that's super fun to play with! I also think that, like, SY has NOT met specifically YQY, SQH, and LQG. But he has met like every other future Peak Lord and probably like 2 of the current ones (but not the Qing Jing one). Like no one other than SY realizes he is a cultivator, too, because he is doing his best to keep that shit on lockdown. So not even SJ knows even tho SY would 100% say that SJ is his best friend in this world lmao.

I think that since SY doesn't have to put on a poser act in this world he'd be slightly more of a sassy little gremlin. He'd also be sort of cocky since he knows he has a protag halo. SY would 100% put himself in situations thinking he can get out of them!

Anyway I'll write more on this later I'm going to get dinner now yahoo

[rosesnbooks]

Astrology observations #5🖤

🌜I wrote these for fun, based on how i see these placements. i'm not a professional! hope you enjoy these🌛

⭐cancer placements allow themselves to feel their emotions. they may get annoyed by the intensity or the amount of them, but they process them fully, and this makes it easier for them to move on. random thought but writing letters to people they like may be something they do or did as kids haha. they're very romantic

⭐some aries venuses have obsessive tendencies when they have a crush, and they get frustrated a lot if they think they can't/shouldn't pursue them. they enjoy the tension, but they don't want it to last too long because they dislike not being in control, and having feelings for someone leaves them feeling too vulnerable. that's why they try to move on if they can, but it takes work. when they do find someone, they become really clingy but they still need freedom when it suits them

⭐mars in libra avoid conflicts and try to be reasonable about everything, but if they think you crossed a line, you'll see why aries is their sister sign pretty soon. once they tell you off, you'll never see them the same way, so underrestimate them at your cost

⭐having stelliums can be interesting. it for sure puts a lot of emphasis on the influence of that house on your life, and i found that it can be both positive and negative since they face lots of challenges related to their house but also many blessings. those who have stelliums kind of embody multiple characteristics simultaneously

⭐sun in the 11th people glow when they are with their closest friends. they also tend to dream big and care a lot about the world. their friends usually help them in their future goals. they feel a bit different than people in their hometown/country, mostly because they cannot be tied down to a single culture because they enjoy different things, which usually makes them quite open-minded and tolerant. they can be picky about the people they let in super close though

⭐mars in the 6th can procrastinate a lot actually, but they get things done. may get sudden waves of high energy and get things done rapidly and extensively. they expect a lot from themselves regarding their ambitions and aspirations. they try to improve themselves in any way most of the time, but they should also accept their current state if they want to evolve and love themselves. they need to watch out for their moral perfectionism too. it's okay to make mistakes as long as you apologise and strive to change for the better

⭐i've found that virgo mercuries can be really direct, even if they are shy or don't talk much around strangers or acquaintances, they have their moments. super funny too

⭐north node in cancer struggle with accepting their vulnerable side. they hate feeling like things and people can evoke strong emotions in them. they want to be more detached, but those that work on themselves find it very rewarding once they embrace their strong emotions. they can also be really reliable, practical, and thoughtful

⭐fire+water combinations in birth charts-i am sending you a hug. i know exactly how difficult it is to keep all those emotions under check, and that you need a lot of understanding and rest to function. use those emotions and passions well hun, you are strong and capable. you have a lot of empathy and wonder inside of you

⭐capricorn sun/mercury have a dry way of texting. their humor is difficult to read via text and they simply are not fans of texting, and it shows lol

⭐aries mercuries are not always available online and they may come and go when they're online, but they'll answer all of your messages one by one with lots of enthusiasm. they also like to send memes and joke around a lot

⭐virgo mercuries are not fans of texting and they can answer you after a couple of days or so even if they really like you. similarly to aries, they'll make sure they answer everything and they also pay attention to every detail you mention. very sweet really. their humor shines brighter in person

⭐taurus moon are very capable. they may prefer rest over anything else, but their patience and dedication to the things they need to do is really cool. they are calm most of the time so it's nice to be around them, just don't disrespect them and everyone will thrive

⭐taurus venus men can be really possessive. even if you like such behavior, some can go to extremes and try to control how you feel, think, and behave. they have a specific image of an ideal partner and they want you to fulfill it

⭐libra venus tend to care about how they look and present themselves so they put lots of effort into that. they also have standards when it comes to beauty and some expect others to dress and look well, whether they know them or not

⭐women with venus in aquarius-you may be attracted to men who are mysterious and act like they're special. just be careful because there are so many toxic ones out there who want a relationship but not truly, because they don't want to dedicate themselves to you and maybe plan on using you

⭐pisces moon can feel like they're drowning in their own emotions sometimes because they cannot control them easily and they tend to give in. if they like to portray themselves as a martyr these emotions can get out of hand because they let those emotions lead them which influences their mental health and relationships. those who are developed process these emotions and try to figure them out and let them pass. they can learn a lot about themselves and others this way. creative outlets can be of help to process this

⭐leo moon need to watch out for hurting people when their ego is hurt because they can lash out and make lots of damage. take a second to think whether it's worth it or not, since there is no point in trying to "win" in a fight with someone you love

⭐pisces mars can be too forgiving, especially to those they care about. don't let people walk over you dear, no matter who they are. nobody deserves that kind of treatment

thank you for reading!🤍i also offer paid astrology readings, so check out my blog for more info

©rosesnbooks

[woso-dreamzzz]

Surgery: Christmas

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: Christmas with Cub

"We could get her another cat?"

"We're not getting her another cat!"

It's strangely difficult to find ideas for Christmas presents to give a little girl that's only obsessed with cats, the washing machine and baking.

Your mothers can't exactly buy you your own washing machine or an electric mixer or, god forbid, another massive cat for you to carry around and insist isn't fat, isn't a complete monster or isn't the absolutely worst enemy of your mothers.

One of those worst enemies, your incredibly fat tabby Garfield, sits on the kitchen counter attempting to bat open a box of cereal to feed his never ending hunger.

Mapi and Ingrid ignore him, knowing that sooner or later this burst of energy will leave and he will amble off to a sunspot so he can nap away the rest of the day.

"Mami!" A call comes from your bedroom. "I'm stuck again!"

Mapi scrubs a hand over her face. "Just a minute, cub! I'm coming!" She turns back to Ingrid. "Definitely a no to the cat?"

Ingrid sighs. "No more cats."

"Just trying to make it easier on us!"

"Go and help our kid put on her t-shirt. I've got this."

But Ingrid very much doesn't have this. It shouldn't be this difficult to find a Christmas present for you but you're such a content kid. You've already got toys and the tv and the washing machine and the cats.

There's not really much else you want or need.

You're no help either, of course, because when Ingrid asks, you just reply with a simple:

"Er...I can get more time in yours and Mami's bed?"

So, it was very clear that you didn't quite know what you wanted for Christmas either apart from, clearly, curling up in Mapi and Ingrid's bed with them and probably kicking Mapi in her sleep.

Ingrid spends weeks stewing over what she and Mapi could get you. They'd gotten you a few throw away things like a new yellow digger after your last one fall off the balcony and smashed into the pavement below and a cute little necklace that doubled as identification with things like your name and had Mapi and Ingrid's numbers on them in case you ever went missing in a crowded area.

In the end, it's Frido that comes to her and Mapi's rescue, throwing out an idea at random during lunch when Aitana takes you up to the buffet to find some chicken.

It's a throwaway comment but with Mapi and Ingrid struggling to work out what else they could get you, they cling to it like a lifeline. They're fairly easy presents to source, something that Ingrid is glad for because she's cutting it abnormally close to Christmas day to get everything sorted.

"Mami..."

There's a crackle on the monitor that has Mapi stirring awake.

"Maaaami."

Mapi counts to ten in her mind before rolling out of bed, kissing a still sleeping Ingrid on the cheek and making her way out to your room.

"Merry Christmas, cub," She says as she pushes open your bedroom door," I see you've got company."

All of the cats seem to have migrated to your bed overnight.

Garfield, as usual, is laying on his back after (presumably) being used as a stuff animal for most of the night. Bagheera sits by your feet, grooming herself primly while the monstrous León-León stands nearby, tail flicking from side to side as he stares.

"We had Christmas cuddles," You say happily," And now we have the gingerbread?"

"We'll have to wait. Mama is still asleep."

"Why?"

"Huh? Why is Mama still asleep? She's tired."

"But why?"

"Because she was busy making sure everything was good for today."

"But why?"

Mapi scrubs a hand over her face. "You know what, let's go eat that gingerbread. Then we'll go and get your Mama."

You wiggle happily all the way to the kitchen, where Mapi lifts you up onto the counter so you can have a breakfast of the gingerbread you and Ingrid made last night and so Mapi can stop you from running into their room before Ingrid is awake enough to function.

The cats come running in as soon as they hear the rattling of their dishes - though Garfield kind of lumbers in, far behind León-León and Bagheera but still manages to steal most of the food.

Mapi does a pretty good job of stopping you going for the presents until Ingrid finally gets up, a nice warm mug of coffee waiting for her and an overly excited child trying to shove some gingerbread into her mouth.

"Tha-Thanks, Cub," Ingrid laughs as she pushes away one of your sticky little hands from where it's trying to shove biscuit into her mouth," But I'm fine with my coffee."

"It's good," You say through your own full mouth and Ingrid laughs.

"I know because it was made by us, with lots of love." Ingrid kisses the tip of your nose. "But really you should eat it all yourself."

"Really?"

"Really-really," Ingrid insists and you giggle, kicking your feet happily as you finally settle on her lap, sprinkling gingerbread crumbs everywhere as you move.

Garfield, as he always does whenever there's food to spare, comes ambling over to eat them all up.

Usually, Ingrid would scold him but Mapi's coming over with presents and she decides that even the cats can get away with things they usually wouldn't today.

"Are you ready for presents?" Ingrid asks, bouncing her knee so you burst into a round of giggles.

"Presents!"

Mapi and Ingrid exchange triumphant looks as you tear open your presents.

Your new ID necklace is placed snugly around your neck immediately, ready for in case you get lost during the walk your mothers have planned later that day.

You take great delight in placing your new yellow digger with all of your other construction toys in the corner of the room next to your little wooden set of tools.

"Mama! Mami! It's CAT!"

It's truly a surprise how many CAT themed things the club has managed to make in such a short amount of time. It's even more surprising just how much stuff they can buy for so cheap a price with their team member discounts.

But, perhaps the most surprising of all is how much the club was willing to just straight up give to them in return for just a few pictures of you with CAT the mascot.

It's not shocking to the staff and fans alike who the biggest CAT fan is and, while you do regularly appear on Mapi and Ingrid's Instagrams, it's a rarer feat to see you featured on the team's.

But, with just three pictures of you with CAT and a very cute video of you nearly taking the mascot of their feet in an attempt to hug them, Mapi and Ingrid received a bundle of CAT merch in return.

"It is CAT," Mapi laughs," It's a t-shirt with CAT on it!"

"And a keyring! And a new mug!" Ingrid continues as you rip open your presents, getting more and more excited the more CAT things you see.

"CAT's my second best friend," You tell Mapi and Ingrid earnestly in the next hour as you all take a nice walk together through the park.

"Oh, yeah?" Mapi says," And who's your best friend?"

"You and Mama," You reply.

"Oh, cub," Ingrid coos," That's so swe-"

"And Bagheera and Garfield and León-León."

Mapi laughs. "There it is."

[dreamerimpossible]

His reaction when you say someone else's name during sex.

Warnings: +18 content, unhealthy relationships, mentions of violence and death, dark content.

Characters: Mikey, Kazutora, Sanzu, Izana, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Kisaki, Hanma

Mikey

You'd have to be crazy. Did you forget that Mikey is the person who protects you from the other gangs doing something against you for being involved with him? Did you forget everything that Mikey has done for you? Well, he doesn't forget. He stops and looks at you with those empty eyes. On a particularly bad day, he tells you not to forget your place and who you're with, because he wouldn't have any problem showing you what it would be like to be a day without him and everything he provides for you. It scares you to see him with that look and that menacing voice. He doesn't look like your boyfriend; he looks like just a predator. After that, he's back to himself. Like nothing ever happened. Suddenly, people needed a reminder of how strong he was. You got it.

Kazutora

He becomes obsessive. He pushes you over and over against the surface, be it the bed, the wall, or the car, whatever. He asks you who that man is and why you're naming him. He screams at you and goes crazy. He gives you hickeys in his rage; you can feel his bites. You explain everything over and over again, but it doesn't seem to relax him at all. He runs around the city like a madman waiting for you to tell him who this man is and where he lives. It gets worse if you don't tell him. In your desperation, you take him to an alley and whisper sweet nothings to him that he refuses to believe at first. You tell him that he will know who the man is, but that you needed to apologize first. You gave him the sloppiest oral of your life, holding back the tears that came out of your eyes as you choked. He forgives you, but seriously, he still expects you to tell him who this man is.

Sanzu

Uh… what the fuck? No one would do that. But if you did, you would only be saved if he was drugged. He wouldn't notice, really; he would be on a terribly high adrenaline and only think about the feeling. Then, in the morning, he would have forgotten everything. However, if you catch him sober and lucid, you're lost. He tells you to explain clearly while he shows you his gun and leaves it on the mattress. It's an implicit threat, but quite functional. He doesn't think you simply want another man; he thinks you're cheating on him; that's why he goes so crazy. He can't stand being cheated on, even less when he never cheated on you. It would be unfair, and he wouldn't tolerate it. When you convince him, he's still angry, but a little less paranoid. He'd look at you closely, put a lot more "security" in you, and become more possessive. If you openly show that you like how much he "protects" you, he'll let his guard down, but not enough.

Izana

He gets dressed and leaves. Not before making a fuss and reproaching you for things you never did. His abandonment issues come to light, and it seems impossible to fix things with him. You don't even speak; you just listen and don't know what to do. Then he walks away and tells you to forget about him and that he doesn't want a bitch like you. Then you realize that the guy was hurt by a fight he had, and you know exactly who did it. He wouldn't look for you; he's proud; he ended the relationship that day. He doesn't like to feel left out or like a second choice. So you approach him and put up with some indifference, but there will come a time when he'll like to see you beg for him, letting you be with him conditionally for a while, just to test your behavior. and he'll miss having you. He lets you be with him conditionally for a while, just to test your behavior. If you do it right, he'll be nice to you again, but he'll always want you to introduce him to your friends and people close to you, even just acquaintances. Although, let's be honest, he was like that before.

Ran Haitani

You can see the confusion and pain in his eyes. He tries to cover it up by joking around a bit, but it hurts him, and it shows. The difference with the others is that he won't go crazy; he'll just wait for you to explain; he can actually be quite mature when he wants to. You explain it to him, and he understands, at least with you. You promise that you will make it up to him, and he will give you the chance. That same night you moan his name many times until he gets tired of hearing you. However, that man will not be spared from his cane. Sorry, not sorry.

Rindou Haitani

Pretty direct. He asks you what the hell is wrong with you and if you are cheating on him with someone else. You rush to tell him no and explain everything. He nods his head and says nothing more; he seems to have his same expression as always. He remains serious for the rest of the day; you try to get closer to him, but no progress seems to reach him. Don't worry; after a few days, he will be fine. He needs time. Afterwards he will prove himself and make you come many times. You make sure he has no doubts.

Kisaki

He gets dressed and leaves. He doesn't say anything to you. He doesn't even change his usual expression. The scary thing about him is that he only acts; he doesn't provoke or threaten. That makes you expect anything from him. He comes back the same way he left, unchanged, but his expression seems darker. You decide not to ask. You try to explain, but he doesn’t want to know. He doesn’t feel threatened by it anymore. How could he? There’s no one to confuse you anymore, no one alive, at least.

Hanma

He laughs at you, in disbelief. He might make you a little insecure too, which only made the fight escalate. There are no healthy reconciliations with Hanma; you should know that by now. You’ll get possessive every time he purposely teases you, and he’ll make a fuss every time you get together with a guy. That’s how it is. That seems to be “reconciliation.” There’s a lot of sex too and unhealthy ways to get out frustration. Hanma actually seems to enjoy toxicity.

[gayerthanevertbh]

teacher's pet.

chapter iv: my special girl

n.r masterlist | teacher's pet series

summary: you realized that maybe your interactions with your professor is getting a little too intimate, yet you don't mind. because in her eyes, you are special to her.

parinings: professor!natasha romanoff x student!reader

warnings minors dni! teacher x student relationship, sort of emotional manipulation (from natasha), sexual tension, suggestive themes (touching on the thigh), age gap (natasha is in her late 30s while reader is in her early 20s), and power imbalance.

note: i am so sorry for the delay... but i'm trying to write again! i will be updating today again because i can't wait for this story to unravel. enjoy and let me know if you guys like it :)

You haven’t moved in nearly an hour, the pressure in your skull now something between a throb and a fog, as the blank page continues to taunt you from your laptop screen. The cursor blinks with maddening consistency, like it’s daring you to write something—anything—before the night eats you alive. You tap your pen beside your wrist in a twitchy rhythm, a poor substitute for real progress. The prompt is clear. The deadline looms. But your brain feels like cotton, your chest like it’s full of static.

The essay is supposed to be on The Kreutzer Sonata, the Tolstoy novella Natasha dissected in class last week with surgical precision. You remember how her voice dipped into something darker when she read the line about possession masquerading as love, how her expression didn’t change when the narrator admitted to murder. She’d leaned back in her chair, one brow raised, and asked the class, “So what happens when love becomes entitlement?”

You hadn’t answered. You were too busy watching the way her fingers curled slightly against the armrest, like she didn’t trust her hands.

You glance at your phone. Her name is there in your contacts list, glowing softly like an invitation you’re too afraid to open. You hover, your body aches, but you don’t press send. What would you even say? Help me? You can already imagine her response: clinical and unimpressed. That tone she uses when students disappoint her. You’re more capable than this, she’d say, then probably close her door.

“I can do this,” you whisper to yourself like a prayer.

But your faith is wearing thin.

You blink at the screen, and suddenly it’s 2 a.m. Your eyes sting, your body lurches with exhaustion, and every cell in you begs for sleep. Just ten minutes, you tell yourself. Just a break. But no—you made a promise. Not to her. Not really. To yourself. You’d finish this essay, even if it kills you. Because letting her down—letting yourself down—feels worse than failing.

So you push through another hour, barely functioning, letting your fingers move over keys like they’re grasping for something real. By the time you collapse into bed, the words are still incomplete, fragmented, but you don’t have the strength to care.

Your thoughts won’t stop spinning. Not when they drag you back to her office, two days ago, when the rain was just beginning to smear itself against the windows. Natasha had smiled at you then—not the polite kind, but the kind that curled slowly, like she knew a secret. Her eyes had been fixed on your face, sharp and unreadable. She’d listened when you talked about Tolstoy, asked you what you thought about the narrator’s madness, his obsession. And when you faltered, she didn’t interrupt. She just reached out, placed a steady hand on your knee, and left it there—like she could ground you through contact.

And then—her number. She’d said it casually, like it wasn’t the most intimate thing anyone had done for you in months. In case you need advice, she had murmured, like it was nothing. Like you were just another student.

You haven’t used it. Not yet. But you think about it constantly. Your fingers itch to text her, to ask her if she meant it, if she’d still answer this late. But you’re afraid. Afraid of seeming desperate. Afraid of being ignored.

So you turn your face into your pillow, heart hammering too fast for someone so tired, and pretend the silence isn’t loneliness. You pretend you’re not waiting for her voice to return to you in a message that never comes.

You pretend you’re not writing all of this—for her.

"I'm very impressed with your essay," Professor Romanoff murmured, her voice low and even, the kind that didn’t just comment on a paper but seemed to weave itself around your ears like silk, the kind that lingered long after the words themselves had faded.

The classroom was empty now, save for the two of you. The chairs stood still and crooked like they’d just woken from a storm, the lights overhead humming softly, as though conscious of how thick the silence had become. The final few students had left ten, maybe fifteen minutes ago, their laughter now a memory echoing somewhere down the hallway.

You stood there, your hands lightly curled around the edge of her desk, your body half-leaning against it in a way you hoped looked casual but wasn’t—nothing about your presence around her ever felt casual.

She handed your essay back to you with a glance that wasn’t quite direct but not dismissive either, her fingers brushing yours as she let the paper go. It wasn’t accidental, not really, but it wasn’t purposeful either. Somewhere in between. That maddening in-between.

You look down.

There it was: a bright red B, circled. Not sloppy, not cruel. Deliberate.

Something inside you tightened, a ribbon pulled too tight around a gift you weren’t sure you wanted anymore. You tried to hide it—tried to look pleased—but disappointment bloomed warm and undeniable across your face, like the rising of a fever.

“I really tried,” you said, and it came out too quickly, too earnestly, a confession instead of a statement. “I stayed up all night. I—”

“That’s not an excuse,” she said, the interruption cool, clipped, not harsh but final in that way she always spoke when she was drawing a line and refusing to explain why it was there.

You flinched before you could stop yourself, your hand retreating instinctively to your side, and you hated how easily she could make you feel like this—small, young, undone.

And just as quickly, something in her changed.

Her face softened—not in an obvious way, but in a way that made her seem tired all at once, like the weight she was carrying pressed down on her shoulders again the second she noticed your reaction. Her gaze dropped, and she ran a hand down the side of her coat, unclasping the belt in a practiced motion that felt strangely vulnerable, as if she was letting go of armor.

“My apologies,” she said, quieter now. “It’s been a long day.”

You hesitated, torn between wanting to say something meaningful and wanting to disappear.

“Are you okay?” you asked finally, the question shaky but sincere, and it filled the space between you like something too fragile to hold.

She didn’t answer right away. She slipped the coat from her shoulders, revealing a midnight blue blouse tucked into high-waisted slacks, the top two buttons undone, just enough to make your breath catch. Her red hair had come partially loose from its earlier twist, strands falling around her face in soft waves, and for a moment, you imagined reaching out, just to touch the end of one curl, just to see if it felt like it looked—warm and soft and endlessly real.

“I have a headache,” she said eventually, her fingers resting against the side of her temple. “I’ll rest in my office. Hopefully before the rain starts.”

You glanced toward the window. The sky had darkened since class began, clouds rolling over each other in a low, brooding swirl, like something was building and didn’t know where to go.

You nodded, unsure of what else to say, unsure whether to stay or go, unsure why your feet refused to move even as the silence stretched between you again.

Then, as she turned to pick up her bag, her gaze slipped lower.

It landed on your legs.

Your breath hitched.

You were wearing a skirt today, the one you don't usually wear. One you haven’t worn all semester. A little too short for the weather, a little too soft in the light. You didn’t wear it for comfort. You wore it because something in you, though you’d never admit it aloud, wanted to be seen. Not by just anyone. Not by the boys in the hallway or your classmates or Wanda with her always-knowing eyes.

Just her.

“What a lovely skirt,” Natasha said, her voice almost gentle now, her eyes lingering longer than they should have. Her mouth curving into that barely-there smile that never gave too much away.

You blinked fast, pulse fluttering.

“I—I don’t have any more clean pants,” you blurted, and you immediately wished you hadn’t, the words hanging there like a confession no one had asked for.

She tilted her head, and you could feel her seeing through you—not in a cruel way, but in that unbearable, knowing way she had, like she was cataloguing every crack in your voice, every flicker in your eyes, and every secret you hadn’t yet learned how to hide.

She didn’t say anything more.

Instead, she stepped back toward the door, her hand resting lightly on the knob, and she paused—just for a moment—before saying, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Ms. L/n.”

Her voice wrapped around your name in a way that made your stomach twist, and then she was gone.

Just like that.

The door clicked softly behind her, and you stood there with your B and your skirt and your whole face on fire, wondering what the hell just happened and why it felt like the only part of the day that was real.

The rest of the day dragged on in a quiet haze of deadlines and digital clutter, but your thoughts were elsewhere—somewhere between syllabi and the phantom silhouette of Professor Romanoff. You wondered, more than once, where she might be now. Was she in a faculty meeting? Sitting alone in her office, her fingers grazing the spines of Russian novels like old friends? Or maybe, you thought with a slight ache, she had already gone home, leaving the campus without a trace. The idea felt oddly hollow.

After your class with Professor Rogers—who could never hold your attention the way she did—you checked the time obsessively, eyes flickering to the clock every five minutes. Four o’clock couldn’t come soon enough. That was when you usually visited her office, when you let the door creak open to a private world no one else seemed to enter. You told yourself it was just academic consultation. It was safer that way.

Dismissal found you slouched beside Wanda on the worn wooden bench near the courtyard, the two of you watching the end-of-day chaos unfold. Students moved like leaves in the wind—some laughing, some rushing, all trying to escape the grip of school as fast as possible. You couldn’t focus on any of them.

Wanda unwrapped her sandwich and took a thoughtful bite before speaking through a half-chewed mouthful, “I heard Peter’s throwing a party tomorrow night.”

You turned your head, eyes narrowed. “A party?”

“Mm-hmm,” she nodded. “Pietro and I are going. You should come.”

Your instinct was to decline, to politely retreat behind the warm cocoon of solitude that sounded infinitely more appealing. The mere thought of noisy music, sweaty bodies, and red solo cups made your skin itch. Why would you choose that when you could be curled up in bed, quietly turning the pages of the Russian novel Natasha had handed you like it was a secret between you and her alone? That, to you, was the dream—silence, warmth, and her ink on the margins.

But instead, your lips betrayed you.

“Sure,” you said before you could stop yourself, the word slipping out like a mistake. “I’ve never been to a party before.”

Wanda blinked, stunned. “Wait, seriously? You? An American girl? Never?”

You raised a brow at her tone, lips twitching into a dry smile. “Do you have a thing for Americans or something?”

She burst into laughter, the sound bubbling from her like champagne. “No, no—it’s just… weird. Pietro and I grew up in Sokovia. We were always at parties—birthday parties, garden parties, street festivals. It was our way of surviving, you know? Escaping everything.”

She paused to wipe her fingers with a napkin, her expression softening a little. “I even had a boyfriend there. James. It didn’t last, though.”

You couldn’t help but laugh gently. “That name sounds suspiciously American.”

Wanda groaned, rolling her eyes like she’d just bitten into something sour. “He was. Trust me.”

“Then I stand by what I said,” you teased, giving her a sly glance. “You totally have a thing for Americans.”

Wanda laughed, a quick burst of warmth in the thinning light. The breeze picked up as the sky shifted—clouds thickening like bruises across the horizon. She crumpled her sandwich wrapper and tossed it neatly into the trash bin, brushing her hands off on her skirt with finality.

“You joke,” she said, nudging your shoulder with hers. “But maybe you’re right.”

You didn’t know what she meant, not really. Her smile lingered too long. Her eyes flicked somewhere behind you, to the building where your professor's office sat quietly above the quad like a shadow waiting to move. You didn’t ask her anything else. You just stare at your hands, folded neatly on your lap, as if they could give you any answers at all.

By 3:53, you couldn’t sit still.

Wanda didn’t ask where you were going. She just said, “Text me,” and disappeared into the crowd like she always did, effortlessly, without leaving a trace.

The halls were quieter than usual. The kind of quiet that makes your heartbeat sound louder than it should. You walked with your books hugged to your chest, the Russian novel Natasha had lent you pressed against your ribs like something sacred. The edges were worn already—thumb-smudged and loved—though you hadn’t even made it halfway through. A Hero of Our Time. Lermontov. A man broken by his own disillusionment, peeling himself apart across the Caucasus. You didn’t know why she gave it to you, but you knew she meant for you to find something in it. And you were trying. You really were.

At exactly 4:01, you stood in front of her office door. You hesitated—not because you were afraid of her, not exactly—but because every time you walked in, you came out feeling changed in ways you didn’t have the language for. You lifted your hand to knock. Before your knuckles could touch the wood, the door creaked open from the inside.

“Right on time,” Professor Romanoff said.

She looked tired. Beautiful, but tired. Her coat was off, draped over the back of her chair, and her blouse—crisp and wine-colored—was slightly rumpled at the sleeves like she’d been tugging at them. Her hair, usually coiled or pinned with intention, fell loose over her shoulders. She looked… real, suddenly. Less like the untouchable figure behind the lectern and more like a woman who hadn’t slept well in days.

“Come in.”

She shuts the door behind you with a gentle thud, and you instinctively settle into her leather couch, the books you’d been clutching pressed to your chest now carefully lowered onto the cushion beside you—though not for long. Professor Romanoff catches the gesture, wordlessly steps forward, and scoops up the stack before you can speak.

"It’s alright," she murmurs, her voice calm as rain, placing them instead on her desk. Then she turns back to you, book still in hand—the one she lent you—and as always, she lowers herself onto the couch, beside you, close enough for your shoulders to sense each other’s warmth.

"You’ve read it?" she asks, lifting the corner of the book with a flick of her thumb.

“Two days,” you say with a half-laugh, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, trying not to seem too proud of how fast you devoured it. “I liked it. A lot.”

“Yeah?” Her lips twitch upward. “What about the other one?”

You freeze—realization crashing over you like cold water—and your fingers fly to your mouth. “Oh no...” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut. “I forgot it. I left it in my room. I’m so, so sorry—”

“Darling, it’s alright,” she says, gently cutting off your spiral as her hand finds your knee again, her touch a mixture of reassurance and something else—something that makes your breath catch. You drop your hand to your lap, and the faint scent of her perfume—something dark, something like burnt cedar and aged red wine—drifts around you. You can’t place the notes, but somehow, it’s addicting, like warmth on a cold day. You replay the word she just called you over and over in your head, that lullaby-sounding nickname, wanting her to say it again, craving it.

Tucking your legs beneath you and wrapping your cardigan over them, you accept the glass of orange juice she offers with a soft “thank you,” eyes dropping to your lap. She smiles—not a performative, polite smile, but the rare kind, the kind you’re beginning to suspect she only reserves for you.

“I thought about texting you the other night,” she says suddenly, her tone dipped in something huskier than usual—something that curls your toes in your shoes.

You glance at her, startled by the confession. “I-I wasn’t busy,” you murmur, your voice small, hopeful.

She smirks, just slightly. “Oh yeah?”

“I would've wanted you to text me.”

She pauses, then exhales with a shake of her head. “I didn’t want to nag you.”

“You could never nag me,” you say quickly, and she seems to accept this, nodding with a softness in her eyes you can’t quite read. You notice her hand—opening, closing—a nervous tell you’ve only just started to pick up on. You try to study her face, but she remains enigmatic, her expression unreadable as always, as though her thoughts were behind glass.

Then her voice drops. “You’re the only student who reads the things I care about,” she says, quieter now, almost as if she’s confessing something with weight. “Or… maybe the only one who really sees me in that way. I’ve never had a student like you, Y/n. You’re soft around the edges, yes—cautious, even a little afraid—but there’s something about you that’s... pulling me in.”

You swallow hard, fingers tightening around the glass, the chilled rim pressing into your palm, grounding you as your heart kicks violently against your ribs—and then her hand, warm and certain, finds your knee once more, but this time she doesn’t stop there.

Her touch is slower now, not hesitant, but deliberate, as if this moment had been circling her mind for days and she’s only just allowed herself to act on it. Her palm trails upward, curiously, softly, like she’s learning you with her fingertips, like maybe she’s giving herself permission to feel. Your breath stutters halfway out your lungs, caught between disbelief and something far more dangerous.

There’s something different in the way she looks at you now—her gaze less guarded, more vulnerable, the iron professor mask loosening at the edges. Her shoulders aren’t pulled back in defense like they usually are. Her voice had trembled earlier, even if just barely, and now her touch carries weight, intent, not just casual comfort but something that borders on craving.

And though your mind races with what this might mean, with how wrong this could be, all you can think of is how she didn’t pull away.

She’s opening a door. Not all the way. But just enough to let the light spill through.

“Do you lend your books to other students?” you manage.

She shakes her head without hesitation. “I don’t let people in that easily.”

“So...” you hesitate, unsure if you should even say it. “Does that make me special?”

It feels dangerous, the way the question leaves your lips—like you’ve just opened a door you can’t close. You can’t explain why you need her attention, why her approval makes your skin buzz, why you ache to be called that pet name again. You never even thought about girls that way—you weren’t supposed to. But her? She was different. She made you rethink what you were and what you wanted.

Professor Romanoff turns her head to you, eyes searching yours, and for a moment, time slows down. “You are special, detka,” she says finally.

The word lingers in the air like incense—foreign, melodic, intimate. Detka. You want to know what it means. You want to know why she says it with so much care. Your heart drums inside your chest like it’s trying to break free.

Then, thunder growls low outside the window. You rise from the couch instinctively, peering outside.

“I-I have to go. My bus—”

“I’ll drive you.”

You blink. “Professor, I—I can take the bus, really, I don’t want to trouble—”

“It’s dangerous out there.” Her voice is firm now, no room for protest. She grabs her coat and keys with graceful efficiency. “Go on ahead. I’ll be right behind you.”

The car ride is quiet. Outside, the storm lashes against the windshield, the wipers moving like metronomes, and still — silence. Not awkward, but heavy. Thick with what neither of you can bring yourselves to say. She drives slowly, one hand on the wheel, the other massaging her temple, maybe trying to forget or remember something.

She flicks on the radio, and a song plays. She leans toward you slightly. “Have you heard this one?”

You listen. It’s unfamiliar. You shake your head.

A small chuckle rumbles from her chest. “One of my favorites. If you can figure out what it is by tomorrow, I’ll lend you another book.”

You smile shyly. “You’re spoiling me.”

She hums, not disagreeing, her gaze flickering to you in the corner of her eye.

“I-I don’t think you should keep lending—”

“Darling,” she cuts you off, soft but certain. “It’s not a problem. I like seeing you read what I love.”

When she pulls up in front of your building, you linger. Your fingers wrap around the door handle, but you don’t pull. You don’t want to go. You want her to say something else—anything.

You glance at her. “Thank you... really.”

She looks at you again, her expression unreadable, and then her hand returns—first to your thigh, then to your hand. She slips her fingers between yours, holding them like a secret, like something stolen. Then, just as quickly, she lets go, turns away.

“Stay safe, Y/n,” she says, almost too quietly. “And good luck with your essay.”

The rain has softened by the time you step out. It patters gently against your coat, the streetlights painting little halos on the wet pavement. You stand there for a second, just a second, watching her headlights fade, trying to figure out how to hold this feeling without letting it slip through your fingers.

Upstairs, the scent of dinner still lingers in the air—soy, garlic, something comforting. Your mother looks up from the kitchen, a dish towel over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in the droplets clinging to your hair.

“Where have you been? It’s raining hard outside.”

You shake your head and take off your shoes, trying to calm the way your chest is still fluttering. You can’t stop the grin tugging at your mouth, no matter how much you try to bite it back.

Once inside, you closed the door softly behind you, the hush of your room wrapping around you like a long-held breath. You leaned your back against the wood, eyes fluttering shut, trying to memorize the feeling still tingling at your fingertips — the echo of her hand in yours, brief but impossibly intimate.

You told yourself you wouldn’t — that it would be foolish — but still, your fingers drifted to your phone like they had a will of their own, guided by a quiet ache in your chest.

And there it was.

NATASHA: I meant every word I said earlier. You’re a very special girl, Y/n. I hope I didn’t leave that unclear.

You stared at the message, blinking once, twice. You could’ve asked for more. You wanted more — more certainty, more warmth, more reason. But that was all she gave you. And still, it was enough to make your pulse quicken again, enough to make the corners of your mouth twitch upward in something almost like wonder.

You didn’t respond. Not yet.

Instead, you stared at the words, letting them settle into the marrow of your thoughts, feeling the question rise — quiet and electric — the kind that you wouldn’t dare ask aloud, not even to yourself.

Were you the teacher’s pet?

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Siffrin deals with his anxieties (both rational and irrational) by performing rituals and compulsions. These rituals can become obsessive, especially in times of heightened stress, and often focus around either checking things, or numbers. They also deal with intrusive thoughts, with such frequency and intensity that it impacts their ability to function. Those...are all symptoms of OCD.

Let's define some terms, before we go into examples. What are obsessions in this context? This often refers to obsessive thoughts/anxieties/mindsets. These are prevalent, reoccurring, sometimes disturbing, often irrational fears. Intrusive thoughts are one example of this, though not all obsessions are intrusive thoughts. Intrusive thoughts are specifically unwanted and very distressing and often graphic thoughts or images in one's mind. An example of such is this:

Next, are compulsions and rituals. Compulsions are actions that one takes to break the obsession spiral. These either soothe the root fear (though usually temporarily), or quiet the disturbing thought or image. Rituals are "safe" compulsions, decided as such either by repetition or irrational logic. The wording that Siffrin uses when questioned about obsessive checking of pillars is as follows:

One of the most common mental justifications for compulsions is "But what if?". The perceived cost of performing a compulsion is often weighed as nothing against the potential of something truly awful happening. "What if?" carries a lot of weight for people dealing with OCD- often one knows that both the fears and the compulsions are irrational and logically one cannot control the Universe by tapping a certain amount of times on a table, checking for the tenth time if your alarm was set, or repeating a phrase multiple times in your mind. However, the weight of the potential fear is just so great that one cannot take the chance, even knowing that. This paradoxical position of both awareness and delusion that many with OCD have is called "OCD with insight" (1)

This post became....much longer than I planned, so the rest will be under the cut. Please read the rest though!!! There's so much more to it! ☆

The diagnostic criteria for OCD in the ICD (2) and the DSM (3) are relatively similar (though the DSM focuses a lot more on ruling out other causes for similar behavior like anxiety disorders and delusional disorders), and focus on the obsessions being self-sustaining and the rituals being often time consuming and frustrating to have to do. However, not all compulsions are even notable enough to the person to cause any frustration or discomfort, nor are all of them consciously done with any sort of logic behind them. It's quite common for people to perform compulsions without even having a reasoning for why (4).

Hey, weren't we talking about Siffrin ISAT? What's with all this research paper bullshit? Can't you just show me where in the game my blorbo shows signs of mental disorders???!?

Well, one example of rituals that Siffrin engages in is repeating phrases, either out loud or in their head. The number they tend to come back to, again and again, is three. This is shown when they are explaining Wish Craft, and despite the fact that the specific number of repetitions of your wish genuinely doesn't matter, just that it's repeated at all, they instinctively say to repeat your wish three times, before catching themselves and correcting their error.

...When Loop explains their Wish to Siffrin, they say it three times as well. "I wished it could be over. I wished I could get out of here. I wished for someone to help me."

Whenever Siffrin wants something to go right, throughout the game, he also almost always repeats his desired outcome three times.

It's a noticeable enough habit that his party members mention it, when in the trap room. They've noticed the ritualistic mumbling that he does whenever he wants something to go right.

It's not just when they want something to go right that they're doing it though. They repeat things three times when they're panicking, too, to calm themselves down. When they loop back after beating the king:

It's not even just thinking or saying things either, they take actions in threes too, to soothe themselves. After Kingquest:

You can see both thinking things in threes and acting in threes here. It's everywhere. If you look through the game again, you won't be able to help but notice how often they do things in threes.

Speaking of the coughing though, that's another one of the compulsions they do. Covering their mouth, coughing, gagging, they do all of those when trying to banish disturbing memories or thoughts from their mind.

After looping when refusing to try to say the name of their country when the King asks.

Notice again, they repeat "You know" three times. Like I said, you'll start seeing that EVERYWHERE now.

To note, if you try to say it once and try not to say it another time, you'll get this instead:

Three breaths, here.

I could go on, but I don't think I need to.

Another important factor when considering OCD is the need for control. People with OCD not only report a lower level of perceived control over their thoughts and actions, and not only tend to need a higher level of control than the average person to feel safe and comfortable, but also, the less control over their environment they have, the more that OCD symptoms often intensify. (5)

Siffrin is in a paradoxical position here, in regards to control. When they first realize they're in a timeloop, they're absolutely ESTATIC. The first bathroom break monologue exemplifies exactly WHY he's so euphoric at this point:

He's euphoric with CONTROL. No matter what happens, he can always try again. He's safe. He can keep everyone he loves safe. He has SO MUCH CONTROL.

When the illusion shatters, after he's dragged back when they beat the king, that's when he realizes how little control he actually has. Sure, he can decide when he loops (most of the time) but he can't decide to STOP looping. He's trapped. The more he tries to escape, the less control he seems to have (Eg, what happens to Bonnie). After that, we can see him start to have intrusive thoughts, engage in more ritualistic behavior, and end up in more unhealthy anxiety spirals.

...And, we see him lean into the little control he DOES have (looping) more. Any time he's in a stressful situation? Any time that the control he has over a situation starts slipping away? Is Bonnie yelling at him with tears in their eyes and telling him to die? Is Isabeau pulling away from their shaking grip on his collar? Is Odile confronting him on his suspicious behavior? Are things OUT OF CONTROL? ...Control is taken back. Forcefully. He can't handle loosing more control, not when he already feels so helpless and trapped.

Talking about the bathroom scenes, there's another one I want to point out. The first Friendquest run. It's the perfect example of delusional anxieties and compulsions used to quiet the distressing thought, rather than soothe them.

...Yeah.

Siffrin is suddenly overcome with the anxiety that the simple act of believing that his plan could work will somehow make it not come true anymore. This is an example of "magical thinking", or a belief that defies the scientific or culturally accepted laws of causality (eg. "If I step on a crack, my mother's back will break"). It's specifically an example of TAF, or "Thought-action fusion", which is the belief that one's mere thoughts can cause completely unrelated actions to happen in the real world. This is an essential part of how compulsions can genuinely relieve anxiety, and is actually one of the differences between those with other anxiety disorders and those with OCD. Magical thinking is essential to OCD. (6)

This exchange also showcases an example of how compulsions done to quiet rather than to soothe can sometimes involve self harming behaviors to "shake" the thought out of one's mind. In this case, him hitting his own head and focusing on the pain rather than on the thought. Most definitely not a healthy way to deal with it! But what else do we expect from Siffrin, honestly.

Another example of a self-harming compulsion being used to "shake" out a distressing and unwanted thought, also including a more minor example of magical thinking:

Researchers and psychologists have often attempted to divide OCD into subtypes. This has usually been done because different types of obsessions often demand different treatment plans. (7) The actual divisions have varied from researcher to researcher, but one type that consistently comes up, is harm OCD/moral OCD. (Of note, one person usually, but not always, fits into multiple subtypes. I personally think Siffrin fits into multiple) Harm OCD is characterized by a fixation on believing one is a bad person and causing harm to others, often despite others expressing the contrary. This often comes along with very intense self-criticism and judgement.

After repeating a Friendquest route multiple times:

Mal Du Pays fight:

Siffrin specifically is fixated on the worry that the knowledge that they gained by looping gives them an unfair power dynamic with their party, and taking any action informed by that knowledge means that they're taking advantage of them or forcing them to do what he wants. This is despite the fact that, no matter what he chooses to do, they are still autonomous beings who do what they want. He has less control than he thinks.

Also from the Mal Du Pays fight:

("You should've died for me. You should've died to protect me. You should've died to protect me.", "You can wish and wish and wish all you want.", "They'll forget you. They'll forget you. They'll forget you.")

And what of Loop? They're also a Siffrin, right? Examination of the self from an outside perspective has given them time to introspect a bit more. They directly name and point out one of Siffrin's rituals. @dormont pointed this out, in one of his posts. (8)

Loop says, here:

They understand why Siffrin is doing this. Siffrin is afraid that he'll forget again. There was no warning, before the Island vanished from everyone's mind. The coin is a physical reminder that he forgot his first family, that he can't forget this one too. He often rolls it in his pocket, but sometimes grips it tightly, or flips it. In his mind, touching it will prevent him from forgetting again.

Now this is fascinating when thinking about One Hat, because in that eventuality Siffrin, after failing to find Loop at the Favor Tree, leaves his coin where Loop used to sit. This shows that he's doing better mentally, in Act 6. That he trusts himself more to remember, that he doesn't need the coin anymore.

Throughout the game, Loop keeps the comedy mask glued tight to their starry face. Because of that (and the fact that we don't see inside of their head), we don't get to see much of their own obsessions or compulsions. But there is one time where their mask slips. During Two Hats.

When they start becoming more and more distressed, they fall back into repetitions of three:

And if they win the fight....

And after the fight...

But of course, it's not all in distress. What was I saying, at the start of the post? The other reason why Siffrin repeats things in threes? When he wants something to go right, right? When he has a desired outcome, when he's sharpening his knife, when he's carving a figure. "Please be sharp, please be sharp, please be sharp."? At the end of it all, as Loop is fading away:

"I'll see you again soon, I promise! I super promise! I super duper promise!"

And Siffrin understands exactly the intention and desire that they pressed into that repetition. After Loop is completely gone, they mirror their actions.

("You flip it once, twice, three times.")

("You will see each other again.")

Additional resources:

1: Taylor, E. (2020). Discordant knowing: A puzzle about insight in Obsessive–Compulsive Disorder. Mind & Language, 37(1), 73–93. https://doi.org/10.1111/mila.12301

(About the concept of insight in irrational cycles in OCD! Very interesting)

2: ICD 10: The complete official code set. Internet Archive. (2017).

(ICD 10, Account is needed to read the full thing)

3: American Psychiatric Association. (2013). Diagnostic and statistical manual of mental disorders (5th ed.)

(DSM 5, for reference)

4: Starcevic, V., Berle, D., Brakoulias, V., Sammut, P., Moses, K., Milicevic, D., & Hannan, A. (2011). Functions of compulsions in Obsessive–Compulsive Disorder. Australian & New Zealand Journal of Psychiatry, 45(6), 449–457. https://doi.org/10.3109/00048674.2011.567243

(Article about reasonings behind compulsions. Honestly I think a lot of the "other reasons" categorized here for compulsions are just...different manifestations of reducing anxiety. But it's still helpful to show how sometimes compulsions are done subconsciously)

5. Moulding, R., & Kyrios, M. (2007). Desire for control, sense of control and obsessive-compulsive symptoms. Cognitive Therapy and Research, 31(6), 759–772. https://doi.org/10.1007/s10608-006-9086-x

(Article around OCD and the need for control)

6. Kingdon, B. L., Egan, S. J., & Rees, C. S. (2011). The illusory beliefs inventory: A new measure of magical thinking and its relationship with obsessive compulsive disorder. Behavioural and Cognitive Psychotherapy, 40(1), 39–53. https://doi.org/10.1017/s1352465811000245

(Article about magical thinking/TAF/history of the other studies done on the importance of them in OCD & creating a better framework to assess them)

(7) McKay, D., Abramowitz, J. S., Calamari, J. E., Kyrios, M., Radomsky, A., Sookman, D., Taylor, S., & Wilhelm, S. (2004). A critical evaluation of Obsessive–Compulsive Disorder subtypes: Symptoms versus mechanisms. Clinical Psychology Review, 24(3), 283–313. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.cpr.2004.04.003

(Critical overview of the concept of OCD subtypes and what their purpose is)

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[leehanascent]

I'm On My Knees . . ! ! >//<

random things that make riize weak on their knees.

꒰ png ot7!riize x fem!reader , fluff , sillies , headcanons , established relationship , lower case intended . cw kisses, pet names . wc — (not proofread) ꒱

yu notes: MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT HC AAAA, NOT GONNA LET OT6 RUIN MY DAY 🫵

shotaro — your gaze

• it doesn't matter how long you have been dating him.

• your gaze would always melt him away, never failing to make him weak on his knees

• the way you stare at him loving, so warm, so comforting.

• he swears he'll always get hypnotised by it

• and at the end of it either staring back with a pair of lovesick eyes,

• or suddenly blurting out his dramatic plans of marrying you.

• well it could be both

"what do you want for dinner? it'll be my treat" a giddy giggle escape your lips, looking up from your phone to catch him staring. your gaze soften as you call for him in a small voice, "taro?" you tilt your head slightly. not receiving any reply back, you ask once again. "taro"—"let's get married."

sungchan — your voice + petnames

• there's just something so alluring about your voice

• it doesn't matter if your voice is sometimes soft, sometimes deep, raspy,

• even when you're not talking at all and just simply breathing

• it will always be a sweet treat to his ear.

• especially if you add in some sweet new names for him in your sentences

• he'll be kicking his feet like a highschool girl

• he's so obsessed with it, he will refuse to start a day without calling you or atleast receiving a voicemail from you.

• and obviously sleep calls when he's away are a must !!

"hello?" you utter sleepy, yawning and laying back down to your bed. you can hear shuffles through the call, confusion arising when he's not replying to your words. "pretty boy?" the call goes in one long silence as you can't hear him shuffling around on the other side anymore. "sungc"—"did you just call me a pretty boy??!!! KAKSJDJWISJSJSN WAIT I NEED A MINUTE"

eunseok — your caring nature

• idiot grin on his face

• like his smile is huge everytime your personality traits starts to show up

• the way he observes your attentiveness, your caring and kind nature

• his eyes will legit turns to hearts !!

• loves to watch as your caring mode turns on everytime you see animals, people or simply seeing,, him.

you drop down to a squat gently pushing the can of tuna towards a cute little kitten. "look at you.." you coo, offering your hand cautiously watching the way the kitten reacts before gently stroking it. eunseok smiles warmly, staring down at you and the way your expression soften whilst gently carresing the poor animal. "eunseok" you call softly breaking his trance. "yes baby?" eunseok's smile widens crouching next to you, you giggle gently reach out to fix the stray hair on his face. "can we adopt her?" eunseok swears he's fallen in love twice.

wonbin — your warmth

• wonbin lovesloooooves hugging you

• or cuddling you on top of a comfy mattress

• whether it's him spooning you or the other way around it doesn't really matter for him.

• what matters the most is your body pressed close against him at all times!

• he won't be able to function without the warmth your body provides, even if it's in the middle of summer 😵‍💫

you struggle in his embrace, trying to let go as the heat of summer slowly seeps through the window. feeling you pry open his arms, wonbin let out a whine pulling you closer as he hides in the crook of your neck. "it's so hot wonbin" you pout still trying to breakfree from his embrace. "i know im hot" a groan leaves your lips hitting his back gently. "atleast let me grab the ac remote??" wonbin sigh letting go slightly, his hand still perfectly wrapped around your wrist "fine, so this is how it is huh? you don't love me anymore." "oh shut up." you roll your eyes while chuckling softly turning on the ac before spooning him back in your arms, sighing in content.

seunghan — your touch

• blushing mess everytime your hands touch

• people might assume it would be the other way around, the way he acts most of the time proves that he wouldn't be the one clinging right?

• oh how wrong that is

• he'll make sure to keep you close 24/7

• it seems everytime you touch send such an electric feeling in his body

• and he'll never get enough of it, he will alwaaays be so flustered by it

you lean in slightly, your thumb brushing over his lips. "you got chocolate on your lips" you clarify, leaning back to your seat. sipping on your hot chocolate. seunghan quickly reaches out for your hand, placing it back to his lips. "seunghan..?" "i like your touch."

sohee — your smile

• this boy have the sweetest most beautiful smile and guess what?

• his weakness is your smile.

• he's such a tease about it too :(

• would do anything to see you trying to hold in your smile, looking away while blush crept up your skin. all because of him

"so pretty." he whispers softly, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. his eyes finding yours as you try your best to keep your composure, your eyes wandering everywhere but his pair. sohee holds back a giggle, seeing your flustered state. he gently touch your chin, forcing you to look his way. "baby.. pretty.. look at me."

anton — your kisses

• your kisses are his BIGGEST and i mean BIGGEST weakness ever

• most especially a kiss on his cheeks.. oh and his lips aswell !

• he will literally drop everything he's holding and drop down to his knees

"antoooooniooooo" you call fhim in a singsong voice, running giddily towards him. anton gives you sweet smile, pulling you in for a hug. "i missed you so much" you pout, soon pulling away. "i missed you too baby"— chuu! you lean in and gives him a big kiss on his cheek and another one on his lips as soon as he finished talking. your lipgloss staining his face. anton gasps, touching the places where you leave those kisses. feeling his knees weakening. "oh my—" "anton!!" you laugh keeping his knees from hitting the ground.

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[quantum1mmortality]

Morpheus miscellaneous SFW/NSFW hcs <3

(mostly sfw I fear, I love this man)

I've been so in love with this series lately I just HAVE to write for him ❤️❤️ I need to get the comics and read those next

TW/CW; human!reader, afab!reader for the nsfw hcs, NOT completely in touch with canon(completely disregard that one other human girl Morpheus said he loved it's all you babe), OOC(?) Dream, pre-established relationship, flip flopping between calling him Dream and Morpheus, pretty vanilla with the nsfw shit tbh, mentions of somnophilia

Not proofread

Sfw

Obsessive AND possessive. At the same time. It's awful.

Obsessive in the way that he's never.. felt this way with a human before. A mere mortal, catching the eyes (and heart) of an endless? Not entirely out of the question, it's happened before- but to Dream? It's his first time, take it easy on him.

Obsessive in the way that he's consistently finding ways to be with you. It's mostly in the dreaming of course, but sometimes he shows up in the waking world. Rarely, but he does.

Obsessive in the way that he doesn't know what to do with himself. Falling for a mortal, wanting to be with them, it sent him spiraling. Dream finds it more and more difficult to focus on his every day tasks because all he can think about is you. Admittedly, he needed something to do other than sulking but now you're making him think- think that there's more to this so called miserable life he lives. He can't cope with these new feelings! Shame on you!!!!

Possessive in the way that he has borderline stalker tendencies. He physically can't function without knowing exactly what you're doing at all times. Working? He knows. Eating? Good for you, he's aware by the way. Sleeping? Of course he knows, you're in the dreaming with him right now!

Possessive in the way that he makes Matthew spy on you and report back to him. Matthew is practically Dreams personal security camera on you; but he doesn't mind. It beats getting into dangerous situations, like going to hell for example.

Possessive in the way that when Matthew had reported back to Dream saying you were with another man, Dream was FURIOUS. a quick trip to the waking world and a long, long conversation later and you were able to explain the man Matthew was talking about was just a friend- nothing more, nothing less. Dream had calmed his nerves and it was a good lesson for both of you; take everything Matthew says with a grain(pillar, moreso) of salt.

I think it would be super cute if you set up an altar for him. Like, take your endless boyfriend to the store, have him pick out a few things he thinks are cute, and then once he leaves, you go back to buy everything and then set a little altar up for him as a surprise. He loves it, by the way, even if his stoic nature makes it difficult for you to tell.

Expanding more on the last one, if Dream is busy with anything, you can light up the candles on the altar and he can speak with you through it. Furthermore, if Dream ever wants to have a conversation with you randomly, he'll light his candles as a way to communicate. Genuinely, that altar means more to him than you can believe.

It's an altar, so of course there will be offerings!! Dream appreciates anything and everything you give him, but he especially likes dark chocolate and poems you write for him. You can also use gifts he gives you, like a bouquet he gave you a bit ago- used to be full of life, but now the flowers are wilting and falling off. No need to fret, just place them on his altar and the next day they're good as new!

If Dream decides to visit your apartment and sees you have an offering on his altar, he'll just take it while you're not looking. In a mischievous silly way, of course. If you question him, he'll either deny it or say it was going to him anyway (⁠◔⁠‿⁠◔⁠)

He also likes to watch you sleep. Not in a creepy way- he finds he enjoys the peaceful moment with you. When you sleep at night, he usually appears at the foot of your bed to just.. observe. Monitor, as he likes to call it (he thinks it makes the situation sound less creepy) (it doesn't)

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Morpheus wasn't a virgin when you guys first got together, but FAR from experienced. He's had a few sexual encounters, but not quite like this.

With that being said- your first time having sex with him is an out of body experience for him. Like, pleasure so beyond his understanding he literally loses himself in it mentally. Wtf did you do to him???

No but seriously- being inside of you for the first time was insane for him. He definitely worked himself up for it, weeks- months of pining; all too lead up to this moment. Something he himself has dreamt of, the king of dreams, dreaming about you; poetic, isn't it?

Fast forward to the actual act and he cums inside of you more times than either of you count- only stopping when your body physically can't take it anymore.

He eventually gets better at controlling himself, it takes an excruciatingly long time but he gets the hang of it eventually.

He prefers making love in the dreaming. It gives him more power, something of which he takes very seriously. He has more control over the setting, mood, even you to an extent. He likes it that way.

But sex in the waking world isn't too different, not drastically, at least.

For an X-ray, id say he's a little above average. Dream could alter it, of course, but he usually keeps a good 6.5 inches. Maybe 7 if he's feeling especially nice to you.

He has a thing for thighs. Doesn't matter the size, but he prefers if they're squishy. He likes holding onto them while making love or eating you out.

Speaking of which, oral!! I can definitely see him being much more of a giver than a receiver- though he does like receiving.

With that being said, he's not into face sitting. Crazy, I know, but because of his extreme love for your thighs, he would much rather them wrapped around his head than being caged between them. Don't be mistaken though, he does like the latter!! But he has preferences.

Morpheus is definitely a switch, leaning heavily towards top. When he does bottom, though, he's still very much in control of everything. The pace, the roughness, his hands on your waist control every movement you make; it's just a different position for him.

Into (CONSENSUAL) somnophilia- to some degree, at least.

A/N; when I first watched the show, I thought Matthew was voiced by the same guy that played master shake. As a die hard athf fan, I was heavily disappointed to realize they were totally separate people. Fml

[bogleech]

In your general appreciation of nature, I am curious about your take on this - do you believe nature has reached "peak complexity"?

There was a time without flying animals. There was a time without land animals. There was a time without vertebrates, without segmented exoskeletons, without fur, without feathers, without complex social structures, without eyes. There was a time without plants, or any kind of photosythesis. There was a time without multicellular life.

But at this point, do you feel nature on planet Earth has evolved all "milestones" there are (and from now on, all additional complexity will have come from civilization, one way or another)?

I mean in terms of potential, assuming for a moment "nature" of some kind still exist during the next billion years or so.

Yes or No would be enough (lol), but of course spec evo ideas would be even cooler!

Nah I think there's absolutely infinite things nature could evolve some day that we can't even imagine. You really never know. Like it's 100% biochemically possible for something to "breathe fire;" there just has to be a sequence of mutations and the right competition to gradually make it happen, possibly starting with something that sprays boiling hot compounds like a bombardier beetle. I could also imagine a whole class of animals evolving like the modular people from All Tomorrows, because we already have Siphonophores. It's just a matter of something evolving to be a colony that can also come apart and keep functioning. I'm also obviously obsessed with the concept of a creature that weaponizes its own little symbiotic bugs, since I've used that a million times. Like maybe millions of years from now, a descendant of sloths will have upgraded from being full of moths to being full of tiny wasps? And then what if that's so effective they actually start diversifying like crazy and there's a whole era dominated by mammaloid wasp nest beasts ranging from grazers merely cleaned and guarded by their insects to predators who hunt with their assistance. Plant/animal physical symbiosis is also another thing that's not really taken off outside a few insects. Why shouldn't a plant some day decide it likes growing on some kind of animal's body? It's not a plant, but lichens grow on a species of weevil. It's so rare there aren't even photos, but I swear I saw video of one on BBC when I was a kid:

What if a moss adapts just to the shell of some big reptile and eventually the reptile starts to derive sustenance from it too?? Over time what if this evolves into basically real life Bulbasaurs, where the animal part can be sustained off sunlight? It'd just have to slow its animal metablism way, waaay down to meet the plant halfway. Maybe it hibernates for years and years at a time or spends decades developing like a cicada and then it emerges in pure mating mode, using up all the food it conserved as its flower finally blooms. I know most of my examples are now elaborations on something that's kind of almost already begun happening somewhere but you get the idea. Furthermore you never know if all life as we know it will die out one day while there's still a couple billion years left of the planet's physical existence. Then a whole new line of life could evolve that we can't conceive of at all, from the ground up. Like crystalline mineral trees that start talking to each other with laser light. Or maybe only bacteria are left but for some reason bacteria develop what they need to start sticking together and building a new kind of multicellular organism. What the heck would an equivalent to "animals" look like if the ancestor was a bacterium????? Holy fuck I'm mad I won't see it. Fuming and seething actually. This is the worst thing ever. Why am I doomed to die on regular animal planet with google bots and disney remakes. I wanna see salmonella animal planet. It's not fair.

[the-pigeon-queen]

Obsessed with your ghost takes. Give me more headcanons I beg. I’m on my knees. Let us see but a fraction of the beauty in your mind.

Truly I am honored and I'm happy to provide :]

Sorry for the delay, I had to cook these up

Again, per usual, these are just personal head cannons :0 And I got 10 for each papa and for ghouls!

Copia:

Grew up doing acrobatics and ballet to be more like his Auntie, Marika. He chose to focus on ballet pretty early on.

Referred to Markia as Auntie but Mr. Psaltarian as Mr. Psaltarian.

Has a complicated relationship with his emotionally distant father figure, Mr. Psaltarian, but an even more complicated one with his actual father, Nihil

Marika babied him - grew up a little spoiled

The 666 mark on his chest is a birthmark lol not a tattoo

Has a lot of mobile games on his phone, and he has used the company card to make microtransactions for them

Picked up boxing because he was a little insecure about his arms and to stay 'fit' as he says

Executive dysfunction - eventually the stress of doing a task trumps his procrastination. When he does work, he does it well - he did get 2nd best employee of the month, after all

Prefers sci-fi to fantasy, with Star Wars being his favorite. He has models of all the different space ships in Star Wars. And a lightsaber (canonically)

Has pet rats (this is cannon to me across all AU's, I can't help it)

Perpetua:

Raised as an orphan in the catholic church after being kidnapped as a baby (will it be cannon? 👀 we'll see)

They were convinced he was possessed by the devil, and they performed multiple exorcisms on him there. Each one was traumatic, for obvious reasons.

One common punishment was having his knuckles/hands smacked - that's why he wears gloves/metal gauntlets, it makes him feel safer.

The mask, too, is worn because its comforting to hide behind it. He only takes it off when he has to.

He's trans. He goes by he/him but still doesn't confirm to any gender roles, especially not when it comes to fashion. He wears anything he wants. This includes the claws.

Whereas Copia has issues maintaining eye contact, Perpetua is the opposite. He stares. A lot. It is unnerving after a while.

His natural smile just happens to be very toothy and very wide.

Genuinely desires familial connections, and desperately wants to meet and befriend his twin, who he looks up to.

Has not confronted how he feels about the Ministry only seeking him out when he was needed for something. Right now, he's just happy to be wanted.

Has a pet bat :) no, it doesn't have rabies. Probably.

Primo:

Hates Nihil the most out of any of the siblings. He really brings a 'kill your dad' energy to the function (or a kill your older brother energy, take your pick)

Collects ancient occult or 'cursed' books. He has a copy of the Necronomicon. One of his most precious treasures is a copy of the Codex Gigas. He is currently hunting down a copy of the 'King and Yellow' because it's not a cognito hazard, people just don't get it like he does.

His mother was a witch - it's where he picked up a flair for gardening and tea. And bones. And magic.

He's an alchemist. Self-taught, and good at it.

Definitely had a homunculus at some point

Made a deal with an undisclosed demonic entity to keep his hair into his advanced age (I just like long hair Primo,,,)

Also hates the executives that run the Ministry. He has a strict idea of how the cult should be run and is endlessly frustrated that he doesn't have more say in its activities.

The executives in the Ministry fear him - no one knows what is keeping him in line, because it's obvious he would and probably could unleash some real harm to them.

Loves Secondo and Terzo dearly. He cared for them as if they were his own children when they were younger and loves them still. Game night started at his request.

As soon as he met Copia and Perpetua, he knew they were related, and he does his best to make the two feel welcome.

For more Primo headcanons, check out a previous post: {Unhinged Primo}

Secondo:

Can and does make pasta from scratch. He bought an extruder and everything.

He's actually a good cook - the only one in the family

People think he's a big, scary dog guy, when he's actually a purse dog guy. (I was making a comic about this but) He adopted a small, fluffy dog, and it wears a spiked collar and a pink bow. He walks it with one of those big, fake chains. Her name is Psycho Killer and he's training her to attack Terzo's ankles.

He recognized the Ministry suffered from same corruption he criticized in the catholic church - but is unable to do anything about it.

Only grew bitter when he realized how powerless he actually was within the Clergy.

He partied so hard as Papa as a way to sort of get back at the Clergy - but it was also a coping mechanism.

Considers himself a fine connoisseur of whiskey, and he is. He's got fancy tasting glasses and everything.

Same with cigars.

He also enjoys a good cocktail, too, though, and can mix a good drink. He's a good bartender.

Actually pretty good at pool/Billiards and darts. He's terrible at UNO, though - absolutely terrible.

Terzo:

Actually an introvert.

After parties, he has to have quiet alone time (this alone time can include Omega)

Enjoys reading - everything from dense books about ethics to trashy romance novels.

Absolute cinephile. He will host viewings of historic/rare/obscure films, and he will provide a slideshow presentation before the viewing. There is a mandatory discussion after.

He's a very talented visual artist - prefers black and white charcoal and graphite work.

Genuinely wanted to take over the world with the Clergy and turn it into his idea of a utopia. Unfortunately, the Clergy didn't like his vision, didn't like how comfortable he was getting with them, and didn't like how ambitious he was.

Once removed from Papacy, he realized how powerless he actually was within the Clergy, and grew even more reclusive, for a time.

Was insecure about his height when he was younger, but came to accept it, and is now perfectly fine with being a "short king."

Thoroughly enjoys messing with Secondo. The two bicker and tease each other all the time.

Keeps in contact with his Polish mother :)

Ghouls:

A ghoul's mask is a physical representation of their contract, but it also helps them maintain a humanoid form.

They can remove the mask, but only for brief periods of time.

If they remove their mask for too long, their magic will begin to destabilize, and they will inevitably revert back into a feral, demonic monster.

They do not have to eat or sleep, nor do they reproduce sexually

However, their physical bodies are 'equipped' to experience all the pleasures of the mortal realm (food, sleep, pleasure) It's a perk of the job.

The physical upkeep of their corporeal forms is dependent on emotional/mental state (can only be injured when emotionally compromised, only show scars if there are negative memories associated with it, ect.)

Musical ability is directly linked to their magic, so it's linked to their element, so it's linked to their emotional state.

This incentivizes the ministry to keep them happy.

They are forbidden from sharing any knowledge of heaven/hell/life after death with humans.

Unlike demons, they don't have true 'names.' It's up to the summoner to give them one.