#The wump has started

[jetsteeleyourheart]

Its Chapter 2 time Bloodlines Baes

Chapter Summary:

Adrian has a kinda shit day

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[dokidokisadness]

Werewolf training - notes

summary: some disjointed notes.

[honestly, it's a bit all over the place lol]

Tw: minor wump, dehumanization, ableism, religious themes, living weapon.

prologue | log 1

The silent treatment was a success. Moss was kept alone in the cage for about 3 days. No food, no entertainment, no talking.

The silver is only on the bars of the cage, the sealing and floor are merely iron.

Moss pressed against the bars immediately after I locked it in, it kept trying to headbutt it for a few times before the burns got too painful for it to continue. After that, it cried, very loudly. Once the tears ran dry, it started screaming and headbutting the sealing. Needless to say, day one in the cage was exhausting to deal with. By the evening, I had to leave the house for a while, I could barely think with that noise.

Thankfully, once we got to day two, it’s voice was hoarse. Too weak for it to keep acting out and since we finally had complete silence, I rewarded it with water. This particular moment was very important. You see, I managed the water bowl through the cage bars, but told it to stay still. Since it had no other distractions or anything else in mind, Moss finally listened. It glanced at my face for a second, before remembering it’s place and went back to staring at the floor.

I told it to sit straight. Then, wait.

I placed the bowl and made it keep at it for a few seconds before telling it to drink.

In less than 5 seconds the bowl was dry.

Day 3 was perfect.

Nothing to note, except perfect obedience.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

I let it out by the morning of what would be day 4. Moss was a lot more cooperative after the experience and could now respond almost perfectly to the commands: stay; come; eat; drink; look.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

1 week

I’d call it a fast learner, if it wasn’t so complicated for it to assimilate the words. You see, it does what I tell it, but I do have to repeat the command at least 3 times. It’s dense expression doesn’t help it’s case as well.

I stares at me with a wide eyed expression whenever I’m not speaking to it. When I leave the room, it just stays motionless, now staring at a random point in the room.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

3 weeks

Moss has started to act out again. Crying constantly, refusing to sleep at night… clinging at the blanket and cushion I gave it, carelessly tearing it apart, clawing the walls… Perhaps the cage will take care of it again.

At least it is good to know the claws are growing healthy and strong.

Oh! yeah… I didn’t metion this, did I?

The claws… such a dumb concern in hindsight…

They seemed to have the same misbehaviour problem when it came to it’s claws. Constantly out of control and destroing it’s surroundings. Once they started to believe it could be possessed, nobody wanted to interact with it, feed it, clean it, etc… the state I found it was very unsavory. (I suppose they’d check on it at least once or twice a week) It all made it’s body quite weak and made me worry about it’s most threatening features, since I needed it to become a valuable adition to our guild’s arsenal.

Do not get me wrong, however. It is still a beast, one that thrives at pretty much any situation with the bare minimum, often in the expense of others if not tamed.

Welp… the claws are working well.

The teeth are… uh… the book mentioned they would fall off and grow better ones in a few weeks, so I’m waiting to see that.

Senses… those are hard to mesure. I have to get it to speak… though I am 100% sure he sees in the dark…

[iwritesickfic]

So this past week I've had an ear infection combined with a sore throat and a fever. It's probably been over a decade since my last ear infection but they come with some serious wump potential. This made me think of Theo having to perform with a sore ear and any other list of symptoms you'd like.

hey there! thanks for the prompt ❤️ hope you enjoy!! :)

“You don’t have to do this,” Seamus says for what feels like the thousandth time. Theo sighs, slumping deeper into his chair.

“Stop saying that,” he mumbles. It’s not that Seamus is wrong - it’s the opposite. And the more he says it the more Theo wants to agree with him. This is the perfect storm for him to call off a performance. He has a double ear infection. His head is killing him. He’s at a festival in the middle of the desert and he’s running a 101 fever.

Still, people are going to be so fucking mad at him if he bails. This is his first performance in over a year, and he knows that people bought tickets and flew out here just to see him. The festival would be livid, even though there’s a clause in the contract exactly for this situation.

“You want some ice?” Seamus asks, and Theo nods, even though it hurts. Seamus is back in only a few moments with a bag of ice wrapped in a damp towel, and Theo gasps as he presses it to the tender, throbbing space behind his jaw. “Too much?”

Theo shakes his head and takes the ice, holding it under his ear with his trembling hand. He feels like he can hardly breathe.

Seamus’s fingers begin to work through his damp hair, gathering it into a small bun. He’s especially careful around Theo’s ears, his hands moving slowly and deliberately. He ties the bun loosely, then kisses the nape of his neck.

“God, I wanna fucking die,” Theo mumbles, and Seamus slides a water bottle into his hands. He doesn't need to be told, just starts taking small sips. The heat is making him nauseous and each mouthful feels heavy in his stomach.

“It'll be ok,” Seamus says softly. He kisses him again, this time on his temple, and even though it sends a shock of pain through his pounding head he doesn't mind. If there weren’t so many people watching and if it wasn’t so hot, he might have pulled him closer and buried his face in Seamus’s throat and let himself cry. But there are, and it is, so he lets Seamus walk away.

His set starts in only 45 minutes. They're already doing the changeover, stage hands hurrying back and forth with cables and guitars and mics. He can hear the crowd that's gathered. He's a headliner, he can't back out. He just can't.

Seamus comes back with some food, which Theo doesn't eat. He chokes down some ibuprofen and drinks some electrolyte thing Seamus managed to find, but he doesn't feel any better. The fact he's shivering now doesn't bode well, his body cloaked in a cold sweat. His hair is wet, and his tank top is clinging to his chest. And though they haven't spoken a word to him, someone dressed suspiciously like a medic is loitering around at a middle distance.

At least Seamus has stopped telling him he doesn't have to do it.

It's only a few minutes before the set is supposed to start when he decides he'd better finally put in his in-ears. He's standing in the walkway between the makeshift green room and stage side, staring at the two small devices in his palm. He feels weak standing up - dizzy and disoriented. He's trying to work up the courage to actually put the monitors in when Seamus comes up beside him.

He rests his hand lightly on Theo's upper back, and he doesn't need to say anything for Theo to know what he's asking.

“I'll be fine,” he mumbles, even though he can feel his heartbeat in his ears, and the throbbing is enough to make his knees weak. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth, and it's making him slur his words. His ears are ringing.

“I know you will,” Seamus whispers back, and Theo chokes out a laugh.

“I'm not…I'm not fine right now. But I'll be fine.” He's staring at the in-ears. Seamus follows his gaze.

“Do you want-”

“No, no, I…” Theo trails off, quickly bringing one up to his right ear. He hesitates a moment before starting to put it in. Immediately, there's a burst of white hot pain that lances down his neck and all the way through his head. He presses past it, but it only gets worse. He makes a sound between a gasp and a cry, and the next thing he registers is Seamus’s voice.

“Shh, shh, you're alright,” Seamus whispers. “Here, baby, sit down.”

He's shaking all over, and it feels like there's a knife through his eardrum. His breath is short, and he's fighting to keep from actually whimpering.

He feels himself being lowered into a chair, and he can't tell whether it's tears on his cheeks or sweat. The pain is enough to send his stomach into his throat, and he can't get enough air to make it go away. He hopes no one heard Seamus call him baby. He only calls him that when he’s too sick to think straight. Theo doesn't even like being kissed in public, so the intimacy of Seamus calling him “baby” is something he doesn't want anyone bearing witness too.

His fingers are shaking so hard he can barely take the small earpiece out, and though it sends another jolt of pain through his head, he feels immediate relief when it's out. The world is spinning violently though, and he can barely keep his eyes open.

“We need a monitor. On stage monitor,” he hears Seamus say, and then there's a mess of people talking.

Then he feels hands on his knees, and he opens his eyes to see Seamus crouched in front of him, looking how he always looks when Theo’s like this. Worried, worry poorly hidden by a small smile. Seeing his face tears a sob from Theo’s throat, and he's almost immediately wracked with them, chest shuddering and heaving.

Seamus immediately pulls him into his arms, his chest so solid and steady compared to Theo’s tense, trembling body.

“Oh, baby…” Seamus says, and Theo presses himself fully into Seamus's arms. “You're gonna be alright.”

Theo can barely get words out between sobs. Seamus's hand is on the back of Theo’s head, holding him against his neck.

“I can't, I can't do this,” he chokes, and he feels Seamus sigh.

“You don't have to.”

“No, I-” he's gasping for breath between sobs. “I-”

“Breathe. Just breathe.”

He tries, but he feels like he can't force his lungs to draw in anything more than a gasp at a time. His head hurts so badly he's sure he's about to pass out. He's about to vomit.

He feels someone touch his back, grabbing his shoulder to pull him away.

“Get the fuck off me,” he chokes out.

“Hey, hey. It's alright,” Seamus whispers, but Theo would rather die than have the entire crew see him like this. “I'm sorry, I…can we just have some privacy, please?” Seamus asks, and there's more muffled talking. “I'm so sorry. He’s…I know.” The talking seems to fade, and Seamus rubs his back. “You're ok. Just relax.”

He sits there for what feels like a long time, trying to catch his breath. The pain in his head doesn't get any better, but he's at least able to calm himself down enough to not feel like he's about to pass out.

Eventually, Seamus gets him back up into the chair and slowly, the crew begins to appear again, though they're pointedly trying not to look directly at him.

The medic that he'd suspected was for him walks over with her duffel bag and smiles at him as she starts to unpack her things.

“Do you mind?” she asks, stopping short with her gloved hand hovering over his arm, and he feels a wave of shame.

“No, go ahead. I'm sorry, if I…I promise I'm not, like, an asshole celebrity or something,” he says, and she laughs. Her whole demeanor seems to lighten as wipes the back of his hand with an alcohol pad.

“No worries at all. I know you're probably in a lot of pain.”

“No, I…I'm sorry,” he says again, and winces as a needle enters the back of his hand. He turns his head so he doesn't have to see, and his gaze lands on Seamus, who's talking with Zeke and a few people dressed in black and wearing headsets and holding clipboards. Stage managers, producers, festival staff… He wonders idly if Seamus is negotiating a cancellation.

Part of him would be pissed - it should be his own choice if he performs or not - but another, much larger part would be immensely grateful. He shudders as he feels the cold liquid of the IV snaking up his arm.

“What's in that?” He asks.

“Just saline. You're pretty dehydrated.”

Seamus starts to walk over and Theo feels another wave of nausea crash over him.

“What's going on?” he asks, and Seamus fiddles with the laminated pass around his neck.

“So they agreed it's within contract if you need to back out, but if you…” Seamus adjusts the sunglasses pushed up in his hair and sighs, “If you really want to, what we can do is basically get you an on stage monitor so you don't have to wear the in-ears. And they can get you a stool so you don't have to stand the whole time.”

Theo nods before remembering that moving his head even a tiny bit makes the pain in his ears worsen.

“I...um…” He mumbles. The throbbing in his ears is almost unbearable. Even as the medic runs a thermometer over his forehead he feels the pain worsen. He's so exhausted, he's so sick. “I can't,” he finally says and Seamus nods, expression not changing at all. The backs of his fingertips brush Theo's temple.

“Sure?” he asks.

“Yes,” Theo says, voice soft. He feels a dizzying mix of relief, guilt, and anxiety pressing on his chest as soon as he says it. Even so, he knows he can't. If he tries to go out there…

Seamus sighs and squeezes his shoulder.

“Ok.”

[yannig]

It's theory time!

aka the part where I put all my ideas on where the show could be going to be contradicted next week!

Look who is there just in time to take the Jins away when Su Yin is reaching the limit of the protection he can offer them.

Obviously there are a lot of way this interaction can go. But the timing is interesting.

He already got the parents. Now he just has to convince Xiaobao to come with. Or kidnap him I guess. Not like he's in any state to resist.

Except for the part where Xiaobao is gonna start crying in pain as soon as he'll step outside in the cold of course.

I'm really happy Huaien got here before the poison problem was dealt with. In part because he needs to see what he caused. In part because it's a really good opportunity for hurt/comfort and wump for my favorite couple.

And I need Huaien and Su Yin to be forced to work together to protect Xiaobao. Because they hate each other (and i love enemies being forced to work together) but right now they want the same thing: saving Xiaobao, who the entire country seems to be trying to kill.

And they have pretty complementary skills and resources. Su Yin has the institutional power, status and money to protect Xiaobao from a lot. But he's also bound by it, as his grand-father just reminded him.

Huaien is already a criminal with very little moral values, which allows him to protect Xiaobao to an extent Su Yin can never reach. And he'll have no qualms about stealing a flower or four if necessary.

Also the reunion. Finally. They're seeing each other again! I can't believe they cut the episode here! So much potential here!

I really hope we get to see the poison again - the one Prince Shen gave Xiaobao. So much options with it! The smartest one on Xiaobao's part would be to use to it to ask Huaien about his actual feelings and motivation, but well - it's Xiaobao. I don't usually expect him to be smart. But then again, the only times he's been somewhat useful were using poisons so everything is possible.

Overall I need tears. I need drama. I need all of Xiaobao's circle to be so protective of him and angry at Huaien, and Huaien being so fucking possessive because this is his Xiaobao and how dare them try and keep him from him. And Xiaobao to try and get away from him and break his heart. I need Xiaobao to scream at Huaien and then crumble in pain in the middle of it. I need Huaien to not understand at all why Xiaobao is angry with him and then be so worried when Xiaobao falls.

[thatfanfictiongirl76]

Merlin Season 4 Rewrite Series

This fic has been a favorite of mine for years. It just takes the plot of season 4 and really builds on it. Not to mention I love the magic reveal, Merlin wump, and knights comradery. Not to mention the Emrys plotline is just amazing. I highly recommend this fic, it is on my Merlin rec as well.

Virtues, Chicken, and Destiny Series

By: Nyxelestia

https://archiveofourown.org/series/68975

Summary: Arthur had never looked forward to becoming king, but the crown had never felt so heavy as the moment he realized everyone he loved was lying to him. If he wants answers, he's going to have to find them himself.

My Comments: This is one of my favorite Merlin Canon series. It's written by one of the kinkmeme-merlin mods herself. This started as a one shot that turned into a rewrite of season 4. I have to say I really enjoyed how she pulled Emrys into this quite a lot. It's definitely worth a read.

Status: Incomplete 

Last Update: 6/14/24

Length (Whole Series): 104,986 words

[nart-is-a-monster]

Hi! I frickin' love your Monster Hugo design, I was wondering if you got some lore to share!

HEWOOO

I HAPPY YOU LIKED IT! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

I spent a bunch of time trying to make him look like a cunty monster...

AND YES.✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

The lore of the au at the moment (bc sometimes I forget what I have said or sometimes I just want to change some stuff) is!

Hugo and varian were doing some projects for their college at the lab and played to be god for a little while bc is fun to play with DNA and living beings.

And so they were mixing some cells from a mantis with some human blood and trying to find the right match for the combination and to fuse them.

That obviously went the worse way possible and one day Hugo got bitten by one of their little specimens, and as the idiot he is he brushed off and went on his day like nothing (mostly brush it off bc he was going late for his picnic date with varian in the woods)

And he was feeling a bit weird but he just went "ohh god that dork has me in the palm of his hand isn't he..." And confused the feelings of being sick and his immune system shutting down with his love for varian (as one does tbh)

Once he was on his date he was a bit... Odd with varian, more odd than usual.

Like randomly saying that he was feeling his teeth itchy, or that varian was looking good, way too good... "Oh your skin looks very nice today! Did I told you that already? Heh sorry it just looks very good today"

Things like that

At one point they were just admiring the view and Hugo was resting his head on Varian's tights and as varian had his legs stretched Hugo just felt the urge to bite something, anything!

And the closest thing to bite was just. Right. Infront. Of. Him...

And so he bite, fast and deep and he kept his teeth deep in Varian's left leg untill varian smacked him hard in the head with Hugo's bike helmet.

When Hugo turned to look at him it seemed as if he could only focus on one thing and one thing only.

Varian.

Varian started to pick up the things and actitudes Hugo has been having with him and just flee the scene with Hugo following really close.

They left all of their stuff in the picnic spot and left them behind, including the phones and anything else that could have helped varian.

While Hugo was following him he began to morph and transform.

Varian couldn't see him as he was running but, it sounded very... Painful.

And I'll leave it till here bc I want to actually write something about them

And also I found a wump December prompt list I want to do so I might write something with them later.

[sea-salted-wolverine]

P, Q, T 👀

*insert grumble mumble while I hunt down which questions those are*

P- invent random AU for a fandom.

Uhhh... Klondike gold rush era Alaska. 1890s and there's money coming out of the ground at the ends of the earth. The corners of the map have all been filled in but there is one last frontier to explore. The mounties are making your characters carry 3 years worth of supplies up the chilkoot pass. They have more money than God in a place where there is nothing to buy. Wump opportunities galore. The only people actually turning a profit are the outfitters and the whores. The closest version of western civilization is a tent city in a swamp run by gangs stealing luggage. (Anchorage mention) Robert Service is writing poetry about a frozen zombie mailman. Jack London is writing about murder dogs.

Yeah.

I am not optimistic about the quality of a gold rush AU written for fan fic purposes because its a super niche thing that would require assloads of research, but its an incredibly rich setting and frankly a fucking insane period of history. Go read the Cremation of Sam Mcgee and slot in whoever you feel would fit. Tag it as #wouldn't it be fucked up if

Q- i don't so much abandon ships as I put them in drydock and forget about them. I have a habit of latching onto underdeveloped characters in mediocre media that are never going to get any more fleshed out than "cute naive love interest" or "comic relief character #2" and then I'm vaguely dissapointed when the mediocre media wraps up and is content to leave them as accessories of the plot. I have a handful of fics that started as ships, and I did so much work extrapolating personalities and fleshing out the characters that it just became original fiction. The worst offenders are usually Shonen Manga and action movies because while there is a solid chunk of my media taste that is a 9 year old boy who wants to see explosions and superpowers and giant rock-em sock-em robots, those are generally not the kinds of stories that have much in the way of character depth.

Though, sometimes I am surprised and a ship I had thought was moldering away in the back, ready to be scuttled for artificial reef building, comes charging up to the forefront guns blazing and colors flying. Usually when someone has an opinion about Christopher Eccleston. NineRose doesn't so much live in my head rent free as it chewed a hole in the wall and pops out at random moments.

T- do I have any headcannons i will die defending?

I have a bit of a unique approach to head cannons. If it makes the story work better If it makes the story work better then everything is fair even if its contradictory. Senshi is the equivalent of a 20-year-old with a full beard and a 1000 yd stare is supported by canon and contradicted by the supplemental material, but thats not the thing that makes or breaks the headcannon. Its hilarious and fits the themes, despite the fact its not the authors intent.

I do get protective over intentional allegory especially unstated intentional allegory. Just because there isn't a great big banner stating that Pacific Rim, the movie about giant monsters from the ocean, rated on a 1 to 5 category system, showing up specifically because of rising CO2 levels and a warming atmosphere, that the goverment decides to fight for a little bit and then ignore and slap an in effective seawall on it and just let everyone on the coast get fucked, is about hurricanes, doesn't mean that I'm making things up when I say it's about hurricanes. The same with reading the Matrix as a trans allegory. The Wachowski Brothers were the Wachowski Sisters by the time they finished making a trilogy about taking a pill to remain comfortable in the status quo or taking a different pill to make some difficult changes and see the world as it is. So denying any queer interpretation of those movies is somewhere between willful ignorance and illiteracy, especially when the pills are color coded to zanax and oral estrogen.

[raina-writes-right]

Hay! I'm Raina (she/they) and I'm relatively new to tumbler and posting on social media in general but I heard your meant to make an introduction so here we are!

My brain is always creating stories, large fictional worlds, thousands of different characters and different species. It is almost always running, rather that be seeing a cool leaf on a run or an interesting conversation I overheard my brain is always turing and twisting it into something new (and more times than not magical!). And so, I decided to start a little writing blog thing!

(please know that I will not and probably will never have a constant schedule for my posts and that my grammar is nearly non-existent, so please be patient if you decide to stick around!)

This blog will contain:

-Reblogs from writing things I thought were cool/useful

-Prompts

-Little writing dabbles

-Wump posts (this has been taking over my soul ever since I got this app!)

-Ideas I had/ things I thought were cool

-Probably like a million WIP stories

-OC'S!

-maybe some quotes ┐(´ー｀)┌

-Probably more stuff that I can't remember!

If any of this looks interesting to you fill free to follow and join me on the creative rollercoaster that is my brain!

(I hope you have a good day/night and an overall wonderful life!)

[dokidokisadness]

Werewolf training - log 2

summary: A werewolf hunter adopts a werewolf pup in order to make a living weapon out of him.

[btw this is losely based on WoD and werewolf the apocalypse - mostly bc I don't have any of the books yet and honestly never played it, but I really like the concepts and the world. Oh and... I guess it takes place on the early 90's]

Tw: minor wump, dehumanization, ableism, religious themes, living weapon.

prologue | log 1| Notes

There was a reason why the nuns thought this was a case of demonic possession. I thought maybe it had been an overreaction, however, I’m beginning to understand their assumptions.

Moss is already an agitated creature. It screams and flaps its arms around constantly for no real reason. It wasn’t able to stand back when I picked him up, probably because it was kept in that straight jacket all the time. But once it managed to balance itself in both feet, running was a constant. Always making some type of noise and constantly bumping into furniture. It was so careless and desperate with each move, I started to worry there was something wrong with it’s sight. Needless to say, I decide to get it to be more patient. The cage was an option, sure, but I don’t want it to think of the situation as punishment, rather correction. I need it to stay still and wait for my orders, not because there are silver bars preventing from leaving, I’ll need it to stay still in open environments. Oh and no straight jackets either, since I need it to be aware of it’s surroundings and for it to feel able to move, yet also feel the need to wait for my orders.

I checked the book for instruction on it, but it seems to have been written with a much more well-behaved subject in mind. I mean, I could try to “explain the rules and punishment for braking them”, but I don’t think Moss is the type to listen.

In the end, I decided to keep it chained outside, not too far from the house. It tried tugging on the chain occasionally, but after a week it was calmer.

Our schedule has become significantly easier.

5 AM – moss wakes up.

it sleeps very few hours and wakes up by itself. I notice It is up because it starts pacing around by this time. I leave it be for about an hour, it hits the mattress and the walls then paces around a little more for a while.

6 AM – I feed It.

Usually oatmeal or tuna paste.

6:05 AM – I leave it outside.

I usually do some house chores and fix some breakfast for myself, sometimes I train him on the basic commands before leaving to work.

7 AM – I’m usually getting to work by that time.

I think I mentioned before, but you must have gotten it wrong. I’m not an author, only an editor and occasionally translator. I don’t blame you, though. Office work just feels empty when you deal with the supernatural. I would quit, but hunting abominations doesn’t pay the bills. Also, I don’t think anyone expects an editor to double as a vigilante, so I guess it’s a good alibi.

4:30 PM – I leave work.

I usually take some stuff to finish at home later, they mostly don’t care as long as it’s ready by the deadline.

5 PM – I’m home and start training Moss.

For now, I’m focusing in having it know basic commands and basic English, for more detailed instructions.

The book mentions not following through with the second part if your goal is a more dependent wolf intended for simpler missions and tasks or if the beast doesn’t seem capable of developing a further understanding on language (apparently that is common enough to be on the guide) – stay; attack; stop; are probably the only things it should understand. However, I don’t have the budget to take moss in a cage to every mission and dragging him in chains to specific places. I need it to be able to carry itself in a “normal” way, as normal as possible. I need an intelligent weapon.

7PM – I have dinner.

If moss behaved during training, it may have food as well.

7:30 PM – I have Moss work out.

Mostly running exercises, recently I’ve been getting it to learn to fetch, bring it back or kill.

Suddenly near the woods has its perks. I’ve been working on having it sniff a dead rat, identify it and kill others alike it. I just need to get something bigger to try those fighting skills.

8:30 PM – I get Moss on the basement for sleep time.

It doesn’t usually sleep at that time, I want it to understand I’m no longer interacting with it for the day, so I just ignore it. If it is too noisy, I keep it in the cage with a muzzle.

I occasionally get him up in the middle of the night and take him outside for a running exercise, I want it to be used to the setting of a mission. At some point I’ll need it to wake up and help me hunt.

Ok so, that was a very tight version of our schedule, you see… Moss is often unpredictable and very suborn. A defiant wolf as I mentioned previously, sometimes it just wakes up and is calm, but often times it wakes up and is aggressive. It’s small and does little damage for now, but I need it to be fully under control. Because of that I end up wasting time punishing it for little things every day, especially weekends. Having said all of that, it’s been difficult, but I guarantee, you’ll like the final product.

PS: a small question: how is werewolf maturing documented? I mean, the book mentions height, weight and sizes, but rarely mentions age and , well, Moss is getting taller each week… not much, but it’s noticeable. I worry I have less time than I expected.

I managed a picture of it last night. Oh and a little sketch I made... this thing never leaves my mind, I guess.

[buckyarchives]

Metal Arms and Short Skirts | Bucky Barnes [2.]

summary: waltzing in as the new head of the Avenger's medical division, impressing everyone, and... scaring Bucky with your incredibly short skirts. while bucky's having a hard time looking at his arm as anything other than a deadly weapon, you're more than happy to help him.

words: 4.3K

warnings; creepy men (+bucky fending them off) slight body dysphoria on buckys end

author note : HI I KNOW THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE UP LIKE & DAYS AGO... aib came out and ive been hyperfixaed on that and my brother got frostbite so wump wump was at the hospital on chrimis. i have mixed feelings on this chapter, but i hope you enjoy. and im still taking request.

READ ON AO3 | masterlist

Bucky wasn't going to pretend to be completely oblivious and say he wasn't finding every and any excuse to visit you. Whether it be a tear in his muscle or the sound of the metal whizzing sounding off, something bucky would have ignored with absolutely no thought. Bucky maintained a comfortable distance between you two, physically and emotionally, staying at arm's length. But something about today seemed to be different. 

Bucky shifted nervously in his seat, he watched your stride around your lab. You finally got your own area after 2 weeks of staying at the compound. It almost put Tony's lab to shame, it was huge and decked out with technology far too advanced for bucky to even understand. 

Today, You wore a black bustier that seemed to shape your form, thick and sturdy paneling sewn into the shirt, if that is what you can even call it. The neck hung low, low enough to leave very little to the imagination. Bucky practically had to tear his eyes away from your neckline when he first walked into the lab.

Bucky's excuse today was a deep cut on the side of Bucky's flesh bicep. Coming back from a quick and easy mission, but Clint needed to watch his arrows since one slit past bucky’s arm on the way to the actual enemy behind him. Bucky had a sneaky guess it was on purpose. 

You gathered the plaster and made your way back to bucky, footsteps echoing as you walked. A sigh escaped your lips, but bucky only caught a small smile. “You know, bucky. You can't come in here every time you have a small cut.”

“Isn't that what you're being paid for?” bucky snarked back, watching your hands as they gently grabbed at his lower arm. Your touch was always so delicate, like you were going to break him rather than heal. 

“Ha, ha.” you mocked. “I could have been making some ground-breaking discovery or invention before you walked in.”

Bucky's eyebrow quirked up eagerly. “Were you?”

A closed-mouthed hum escaped your lips. Your all too perfect pedicured hand wrapped the white bandage around bucky's arm, he was just watching your face as you worked. Couldn’t– wouldn't tear his eyes away. 

“Not really, just researching some stuff about scarring and skin stuff,” you spoke, dumbing it down for bucky. 

During bucky's visit, he’d always ask about everything, trying to catch up with the technology of the 21st century, or maybe just to hear your voice. He didn't understand half the things you spoke about, though he never mentioned it, but you figured it out soon enough and started to simplify it the best you could.

“Scarring?”

“Helen has some idea about how to better rid of scars.” your hand smoothed against his bicep as you finished, and your touch sent a good burn through him. Giving him a warm smile like you always did when you finished.

Bucky's eyes glanced down to his left shoulder for a moment, the ugly scarring that single-handedly destroyed most of his bodily confidence. The permanent mark of what Hydra did to him as they chopped it off and made him part machine. Bucky scoffed to cover up the obvious self-depreciation in his voice, “need a test subject?”

You flinched at his words, surprised, being taken aback by his response. Only then when you looked him up and down, settling on his clothes shoulder, your face fell and a sympathetic look flashed. It was covered by his tanktop but you knew what was under there, you'd seen the photos, you'd seen him. 

You sat back down on your little rolly stool. “I'm surprised you’d suggest that, based on your history, I'd expect you to not be so keen on being poked and prodded.”

Memories flashed Hydra's methods at tearing his humanity, mind, and body apart, all those experiments. But they quickly subdued, how could bucky think of something so cruel when you stat right in front of him, which in bucky's opinion, is perfection. 

“I think I'd be okay with it if it was you.” bucky said quietly, honestly– a confession even. 

A fond smile rose to your face, one you quickly bit back. Narrow eyes met him when you tilted your head slightly, shying away. “Good to know you trust me.”

“Always.”

“But–” you sighed, “I'm going to have to decline, Bucky. For now, you'll have to live with what your shoulder looks like. Sorry.”

Bucky dramatically groaned, trying to mask the obvious pain and disappointment he actually felt. “You're killing me, doll.”

Your ears warmed at the nickname. Averting your eyes for a moment from shyness. You knew bucky despised the scarring that painted his left shoulder, the one that connected the man to metal. You could only lend him some comfort in the situation, no amount of medical technology right now could completely ease his worries.

“Bucky?”

His head perked up, a hum escaped his lips as he put all his attention on you.

“You wanna see something really cool?” you smirked.

Bucky noticed the slight smirk tugging at your lips, he could only react by biting back a smile of his own. “Sure, doll.”

You leaned down to the hem of your right pant leg, slowly hiking up the baggy jeans that hung low on your waist. Slowly revealing a large and messy scar on your kneecap, nothing as bad as bucky's many scars that littered his body. But something definitely bad happened for you to have that, even fully healed now.

“When I was a kid, I used to skate a lot.” you started, bucky's eyes bouched back up to your face. “I got on a gravel road and fell down and my knee landed right on a huge sharp rock and just logged itself right into my knee.”

You laughed looking back on the memory. “Hurt like hell for 14-year-old me and I had to get so many stitched, it was the worst.” a cheeky smile grew as you spoke through a laugh. “Especially for my dream of becoming a knee model.”

Bucky laughed with you as you dropped your pant leg, sitting back up to look at bucky. Bucky didn't say anything and hung his head low when a silence grew in the lab, only the sound of lab tech whizzing in the background. Bucky mostly just wanted to bask at this moment with you, letting himself enjoy the light-hearted nature of your conversations. The way you and he feel warm inside, lighter than ever.

You smacked your lips as you rose from your seat. Bucky's eyes begrudgingly followed you, “you have to learn to love every part of yourself, despite the bad memories. Because it makes you…”

Stopping in your place, turning to him as your eyes traveled up and down his body, the gesture weirdly didn’t make bucky cringe and crawl into himself the way most gazes did. 

“... you.” you smiled again and bucky felt dizzy. “And I think you're pretty cool.”

You turned away to continue whatever you were doing. Bucky muttered your statement under his breath, loud enough for him to hear it again but quiet enough so you wouldn't.

Bucky rose from his place on the workbench, after many visits he practically claimed this spot. As it sat right in the middle of your lab. Despite everything inside of him wanting to stay near you and soak up your presence. He headed for the door.

“Thanks, doc,” Bucky called out.

“Anytime, bucky. I'll be here when you come in with another excuse to see me,” you spoke coyly. Bucky's eyes widened and warmth crept up to his face. 

He sputters for words to save his pride, stumbling over his poor excuse of an explanation. “Maybe I just wanna see your cool outfits.” bucky's face scrunched up, cringing at his own pathetic words. He wondered what the 40s version of himself would say now, probably something sly and confident that’d knock you off your feet.

“Whatever you say, Mr. Barnes.”

“Bucky.” he corrected, again. But maybe it was just an excuse to linger longer at your door.

You smiled at him and repeated, “bucky.”

“You're going on a date with her.” 

Bucky's eyes widened, his head snapping towards Natasha. “I’m what?”

A frustrated groan leaves Natasha's lips as she shifts in her uncomfy office seat. Half of the Avengers team sat in an office going over a mission coming up, but - like most things - it turned into them talking about anything but that, and successfully annoying the hell out of Steve. 

“I set you up on a date with her.” Natasha spoke, referring to you. “I cannot keep watching you get beat up during missions just so you can see her, so you're going on a date.”

Bucky was dumbfounded, to say the least, lost for words as he stared at the woman in front of him. “Why would I go on a date with her?”

Over the past week or two, Bucky began to deny his fondness towards you when you interrupted a meeting to talk to Tony, or popped into the common rooms to talk about new tech, or how you practically strutted through the compound like you own the place. 

or when you slowly build up bucky’s confidence without either or you realizing it. 

Always in short skirts, or colorful and dramatic tops, and in heels or boots that echo loudly throughout the halls. Bucky denies the way his eyes drag along your figure, always lingering on your face longer than he needs to, the way if you look close enough, Bucky's eyes light up a little when you enter the room. Bucky denies it, but he can't fake it.

And Natasha clocked that quickly. 

“the way you look at her tells me you want to,” Natasha spoke coyly. She always read bucky better than anyone else in the room— similar background and all. a defeated groan comes from bucky in return, followed by a slightly pouted lip. Natasha gives him a friendly slap on the shoulder

A scoff was heard from the other side of the table. “Is the cyborg cable of feelings?” Tony snarked, his head down looking at a sheet of paper. Chewing slightly at a pen. 

“Ha. ha. Very funny.” Bucky mocked. “How do you even know she wants to go on a date with me? I can’t imagine she agreed to this?”

self-consciousness slowly crept up bucky's spine, he can’t face rejection if he denies, denies, and denies.

Natasha went to speak but Tony Stark does what he does best and interrupts her. With a hefty laugh coming up from his chest, he dropped the pen and papers down on the table. Leaning forward to face bucky. “Are you kidding me? You’re like a wet dream to her, always injured and part robot. Hits all of her boxes''

“I'm surprised she hasn’t mounted yo-”

“Okay Tony, I think that's enough talking.” Steve interrupted before he could finish his sentence. Tony’s comment earned a choked laugh from both Natasha and Sam.

“Anyways.” Natasha continued. “I know because she already agreed to it. Everything is already set up.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, hoping his hair covers his growing red ears. Steve spoke up, “Just give it a chance buck. You might enjoy it.” oh steve, hopeful as ever.

“I’m sure you'll enjoy it, it’s very much your style,” Natasha spoke, her infamous smirk growing on her face. 

“That scares me.” 

*****

Turns out Natasha was right, it is very much Bucky's style. Natasha had planned (with the help of Steve, because of-fucking-course) a date at a fancy, old-style diner, and every Saturday night they clear the floor and play some old music for some swing dancing. Just bucky’s style, he knows this was Steve’s idea. more than sure after years of watching plenty of girls swoon over Bucky with just one twirl and one short dance, Steve would think this is right up his alley. And it was.

Now Bucky stands outside a busy and bustling diner, upbeat 40s music echoing to the streets. Flowers in hand and a nice black collared shirt under a vintage jacket (it was from the museum and Steve name-dropped at least 12 times to get it back), waiting patiently for you to arrive. Bucky fiddled with his hands a little, his eyes kept darting to his watch— is he too early? When are you arriving? Bucky’s now convinced you wouldn’t show up. Because who would honestly want to go on a date with h–

“James!” a cheery voice broke through his very self-deprecating thoughts. Bucky turned around and swore his heart stopped beating, just for it to speed up even faster when his sights landed on you.

You wore the same boots that caught Wanda's eyes in the common room that quiet day. His eyes followed up your legs, past your thighs as he saw the dress you wore. It was stripped and sparkly, bucky would see the shine from down the street. It felt like you wore the entire rainbow and more as every stripe was painted differently. It was sleeveless and high-necked. And of course, very short.

An excited smile greeted him as you waved your hand. Your pace sped up as Bucky met you, he wondered how you didn't trip in those high heels constantly.

 “Hi,” Bucky said, wanting to hit himself for how awkward he sounded. 

“Sorry for being late, I didn't mean to make you wait.” you stood before him, and he noticed your makeup. You painted your lips with a darker shade than usual and you had little shiny gems glued around your eyes. 

“Don’t worry about it, I just got here too,” Bucky spoke softly, bringing the flowers up to you. “For you.”

Your eyes instantly lit up at the sight, taking the bouquet from him “thank you! you didn't need to get these for me, James.”

 Bucky's heart fluttered slightly at the name, it was rare for people to use his first name nowadays. You brought the flowers to your nose, smelling them with a blissful look on your face. Laughing to yourself.

“What's so funny?” the super-soldier asked.

“Oh no, it’s nothing.” you looked back down at the flower. “I don’t think anyone has ever gotten me flowers before.”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed, “really?”

“Mhmm.” you rocked back and forth on your heels, “thank you for being the first.”

You smiled warmly up at Bucky as you did so often, but the aura of everything made it so much more this time.

“Let's head in?” Bucky cocked his head towards the diner. 

Nodding, “yes, please.” you threaded along, catching Bucky off guard when you swiftly grabbed ahold of his hand. Your fingers wrapped around his flesh hand, the warmth made Bucky feel funny in his stomach. Yeah, Bucky might have a crush on you.

You lead him into the diner, confident in your walk like usual. Your eyes spotted an empty seat and the both of you settled yourselves in a booth. You make quick eye contact and Bucky's mouth gaped like he's going to say something but is stopped when the waiter comes up. The waiter looks like she blends in with the scenery, with pinned-up hair and a bright red lip. She asks for your order and you both get water, and a milkshake. 

“I can imagine why Natasha picked this place out of everything,” you say, eyes off into the distance, Bucky follows your gaze and sees the dance floor of people together with large smiles. “Though, I don't know how to dance.”

Bucky's lip quirks up slightly, “I can teach you.”

“Perfect, let’s go then.” your smile widely, and your already getting up, standing next to bucky's seat and holding a hand out. Bucky’s surprised by your sudden willingness but despite the nervousness in his stomach - he takes your hand. 

Bucky may have been nervous standing outside the diner. May have been nervous as he greeted and met you outside. May have been nervous as you led him inside and watched you from across the table. But once he stepped out onto the swing floor, the soft sound of 40s music playing in the background. The sweet-talking James Buchanan – that seemed to flirt with every girl that met him – came back from the dead, and he had his arm around your waist in no time.

You noticed the sudden confidence and glint in his eyes suddenly, reaching up to grab his neck. Bucky held you at your waist, then he noticed the gold chain hung around your hips. His fingers grazed over them for a moment before they rested at the smallest part of your waist.

Your wide eyes met his and bucky swore for a moment, he couldn't breathe. “How was the mission?”

A groan escaped Bucky's mouth, playfully he rolled his eyes. Trying to sound annoyed, but his smile said otherwise. “Oh god, I don't wanna talk about work.”

Bucky’s hands stayed planted on your waist. You smiled as you continued to sway together along to the soft jazz in the background. You tugged nervously at your lip, “you know, I was getting worried when I heard you guys weren’t getting back on time.”

“You worry about me?” Bucky was stunned, an unfamiliar warmth shot through him as you averted your gaze. He took one hand to pull at your chin, so you were looking at him. Your mouth gaped open for a moment and your brain studdered before you just shrugged in response, a slight nod.

The familiar sound of the music speeding up, the upbeat sound of Harry James filled Bucky’s ears and for a moment Bucky was in the 40s again with a girl in his arms ready to be shipped out to war. A sentimental smile grew on his face.

“You ready to learn how to dance.” Bucky beamed down at you and before you could even respond, Bucky pushed your body away from him abruptly. Just to grab your hand before you could fall, twirling you around and back close to his chest. 

It all happened so fast and you yelped once your back hit his chest. His arm wrapped across your body and held your hand. You breathed and smiled widely. “I might step on your toes.

“I can handle it, doll.”

******

A few songs later and a couple of toes crushed, followed by a slew of apologies from you. You and Bucky ended up breathing heavily and slightly sweaty from dancing. Bucky swung you around like you weighed nothing - which to him - you probably did. Lots of music ranging from the 40s to 60s played throughout the diner, to which Bucky snarks at the fact he didn’t recognize the songs, always followed by light laughter.

The dancing came to a slow, but you two remained on the floor still. It was getting late and you hadn’t even eaten yet and most couples and groups of friends had gone back to their seats. You swayed comfortably in Bucky's arms still, your head laid on his chest listening to the soft beat of his heartbeat. 

Bucky Barnes is a more than qualified trained assassin with heightened senses. He's very aware of his surroundings at all times, so when he notices the man peering at your thighs and ass, his eyes narrow toward the man. A glimpse of the winter soldier showed, but the creep didn't seem to pay any attention to Bucky's gaze.

Every so politely, Bucky attempted to tug at your dress without it seeming like he was trying to grope you. Also, swiftly and smoothly twirling you around so the man's gaze would be fixed on bucky's broad shoulders. Effectively protecting you from perverted stares as his body towards over you.

You noticed the way Bucky's body stiffened when he spun you, looking up at him once again. “You okay?”

Bucky nodded and gave you a reassuring squeeze around your waist. “Let’s head back? I'm hungry.”

You agreed quickly and grabbed Bucky's hand, pulling him off the dance floor and guiding him back to the table where your two drinks sat warm now. You slid into the booth with a large exhale, sitting across from Bucky. The waiter decked out in 40s apparel and took your orders, your food coming in no time. It was a poor excuse for dinner per se, only ordering fries and cheese curds to simply snack on. 

“You make a good dance partner.” Bucky mutters, mouth muffled with fries. 

“Chew.” 

Buckys recoils in embarrassment and covers his mouth, face tinted red from dancing. He swallows and lowers his hand. “sorry.”

“Thank you.” you sigh, pushing your food away from you. “You did most of the work, but I'd like to keep practicing.”

Bucky stopped, and looked at you as you stared intently into him. Bucky flustered mix. 

“Are you gonna keep blushing or accept my offer on a second date.” you shoot back and Bucky feels the air leave his lungs. His ears are definitely burning red.

“I'm not bushing? What are you talking about? This is me worn out from all the dancing.`` Bucky plays dumb, throwing a fry into the basket between the two of you. Slowly pulling out his billfold from his jeans.

Your eyes roll dramatically, as a scoff escapes your lips. “Yeah, okay. Super soldier.” 

Bucky narrows his eye’s toward you, a grin plastered on his face. “I'd love to go on a second date.”

You bite back a grin. “Ready?” you asked, bucky puts down the money to pay and nodded. Bucky gives you a boyish smile that you'd only recognized from old war photos. It warms you to the core, leaving you flustered. He grabs at your hand as you let him drag you out of the diner, a secure arm around your waist.

The light breeze of new york hit both of you, your hands instantly going up to your arms to warm yourself. Bucky notices all too quickly and instantly wraps his jacket around you. 

“Oh, thank you. Are you cold?” you ask, seemingly genuinely worried.

“Doll.” he stares down at you, and bucky speaks like the answer is obvious, which– it kinda is. “I hiked through Siberia in less.” 

“Whatever.” you scoff and roll your eyes, tugging the jacket closer around your body. the corners of your mouth slowly creeping up.

The faint scent of bucky comes off of it, sandalwood and pine mostly. You're used to the smell when he's not coming into your lab sweaty or bloody from missions and workouts. A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, filtered out by the busy city around you.

“So… I’ll see you tomorrow?” you speak awkwardly, unsure of where to go from here.

“Yep, tomorrow.” Bucky strings on the word, are also awkward. 

You could cut the tension with a knife.

“Or…” your voice raises a few octaves as you turn on your heels to face him, barely a foot between the two of you.  

Bucky's eyebrow quirks up, “Or?” 

“Or you could come back to my very, very nice and cozy apartment that isn't full of agents and superhumans.”

You flashed your best and greatest grin toward Bucky, and the way you were looking at him made Bucky want to crumble beneath his knees. You shouldn't have this effect on him, his heart tugged towards you in a weird, mysterious way that Bucky wasn't familiar with yet. He wasn't going to lie and say it didn’t stress him out a tiny bit.

Bucky let out a heavy, pained exhale and stepped a little closer to you. “Not tonight, doll. sorry.”

“It's okay.” your face dropped slightly, but then you looked up at him and a flash of something came across your feature and soon a smirk was replaced. “Then let me have this.”

“What–?”

Bucky was cut off by your warm hands cupping his face and lips as he received the most gentle kiss he's ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Initial shock ran through his body at the suddenness, and just as he accepted the feeling and went to melt into the kiss— you pulled away. Bucky felt so cold without you against him, he hated feeling cold.

“Wait, no.” he eagerly grabbed your face to pull you back in. Bucky didn't care if he sounded needy, because he did need this. noticing a glimpse of your more than satisfied grin before he shut his eyes and let himself feel your touch.

It was like you were meant for bucky, the perfect puzzle piece as your lips molded against each other. Slow and passionate, his hand ghosted above your waist before he pulled you full against his body. If it wasn't for your wedged heels, Bucky wasn't sure if you'd even reach his lips with the way you stood on your toes. 

Pulling away, Bucky felt dizzy, like he was drunk off of you. He swears he saw stars in your eyes, the street lights reflecting off your irises. Soft laughter came from you, you bowed your head as bucky stared at you. Practically mesmerized. 

To you, Bucky looked like he was in some sort of shock. Which wouldn’t be too far from the truth, which scared you slightly.

“Everything okay? Did I do something wrong?” you asked innocently, a pang of worry laced your tone.

Bucky frantically shook his head, “no, no– god no. just not used to that.”

“That?” 

“I mean.” Bucky thought for a moment, collecting his mind. “Being kissed. I've always been the one to initiate.”

You smiled sweetly, seeing hints of a flustered, young boyish version of Bucky. One that he, and everyone else swore was long gone. You had always thought otherwise, and tonight proves you right.

“I hope it wasn’t too jarring for you.” you nervously chuckled. 

“It was perfect.”

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[childotkw]

(omg sorry for the long post!!)

I have this fanfic idea in my head for years now and it is one of them i often fantasize about (yea i have many different ones. i just let them play in my head like a movie while staring into space or while listening to music) but anyway, sometimes harry is a boy but most time hes a girl version. He/she has this mad talent about getting in and out of any situation or place she needs to. He/she has this shady business where she steals for clients in exchange for money, or sometimes for pleasure because hes a bloody magpie and likes shiny things. The harder the mission the more she likes it (danger junky). I even imagined his/her apartments/hide-out place in great details (and the booby traps). Anyway, the ministry is under Voldemorts control, under guise as Minister Riddle. He gets involved in trying to trap her/him after she manages to sneak into his mansion (and skillfully avoids all the detection tools) and she robs his ring, escapes right under his nose too... (She has no clue that she robbed from a dark lord yet, that wasnt in her extensive research). That moment is when his obsession starts. She is already wanted by the ministry but he now gets involved. I have this scene where he lays a trap and she is in his grasp however she uses the ring as a bartering chip for her freedom (she thought she might have to use it when she realised a dark lord was after her). She placed it in a dangerous place surrounded by enemies, a place only she can sneak into but something goes wrong cos theres a rat in voldemorts inner circle and she gets caught. Before getting caught she manages to send the ring to him but he still decides to get her out of there and gets into full murder/war scene (he wanted to get rid of this group of enemies anyway). Shes pissed of. She could have gotten herself out even after the torture sessions, thank you very much. 😂 Anyway a fic full of (sexual or other) tension between the two, trying to get one over the other. A lot of wump, vulnerability, power play, childhood trauma, inner demons ect.. Theres so much more but ye, sorry, just felt like sharing and see where u go off on this haha, cos ur brain is super interesting and i never had the skill to write something even if i have so many ideas. Mind you, i tried starting on my own novel but im just not a writer, if something could just take it straight from my brain to paper, that would be awesome 😂😂😂 (futur AI?? Haha) xxx

(Imma borrow a concept from American Gods for this because it's too good not to!)

When Harry is four she finds a coin on the ground. It's gold, and shiny and to a little girl it's the prettiest thing she’s ever seen. So she picks it up and puts it in her pocket - and it's the best decision she ever made.

Because her pretty little trinket is, not that she knows it at that point, a leprechaun's coin. Imbued with pure luck, this little coin changes her life, and brings with it certain traits.

A need for mischief, the ability to come out of any situation on top, a love for all things shiny. And that combination, introduced to someone so young, well...it's only natural that Harry would grow a taste for thievery.

Years fly by and Harry, with her lucky coin held close, begins to gain a reputation as someone who can get in and out of impossible situations, in and out of impenetrable places, and collect valuable items. She can't help herself - it's almost an addiction, and no one is better than her.

Her current wanted poster - no image, because she's too lucky for that - is framed on the wall of her hideout.

Harry never turns down an interesting job, so when someone asks her to break into Minister Riddle's house and steal some documents, she agrees because why wouldn't she? Riddle's a dick of a politician, and Harry might not be heavily involved in the politics of her country but she gets a special kind of joy from fucking over assholes.

She breaks into his house, grabs the documents, and on her way out she sees a ring. It's gaudy, truly a hideous thing, but Harry wants it.

So she takes it.

How was she to know that that ring would be the thing that brings down the full attention of the Minister on her? How was she to know that her dickhead of a Minister was actually a fucking Dark Lord and petty as shit.

Harry likes a challenge but she likes living more - and something tells her that even with her lucky coin, she wouldn't come out of that fight unscathed.

And so begins their dance. Harry on the run, Riddle at her heels, back and forth, up and down, the two of them circling each other like cats.

Riddle's growing obsession with the person clever and quick enough to outmanoeuvre him.

Harry's addiction to adrenaline making her take more risks.

This is the most fun either of them have had in years.

[dayscapism]

K-Dramas recommendations & short reviews

Because I've watched way too many to not make a list. Warning: I like romance and fantasy a bit too much.

These shows made me cry. 10/10. Five stars. Recommend to anyone. They live in my mind rent-free:

Extraordinary Attorney Woo (2022) - Attorney Woo is such a wonderful person, I love her character. I can't say much about the representation, but I like that it opens up the conversation around autism & neurodivergence, discrimination and prejudice, particularly in work environments. I rarely like shows about law or lawyers but I was surprisingly engaged with the cases and the story. It deserves a second season. (The only thing I don't like about this show is they're pushing for a MinWoo and Choi Su-Yeon ship. Which huh--disrespectful.)

Hotel Del Luna (2019) - A great place to start with k-dramas if you like paranormal fantasy. This show has such a special place in my heart. I wanted a different ending but I am okay with it because it was a tight narrative. The main character is iconic (Man-Wol please step on me). The show has amazing sets, AMAZING costumes, an amazing OST, amazing and heartbreaking performance by Yeo Jin Goo. The main couple is so soft; like they're such good friends and coworkers and gentle with each other (eventually). It's enemies to reluctant friends to lovers. It's perfect for asexual viewers who want more than physicality in their romance shows. Cons: the secondary characters' goodbyes and backstories left a little to be desired. A few other nitpicks like Chang-Seong is the one to suggest the main character a new hobby instead of her just discovering it by herself.

It's Okay to Not Be Okay (2020) - Also a good place to start with k-dramas. This show is a lesson in good narrative; this has perfect writing & storytelling. The cast is so good. The female lead is an icon. The character work I excellent. The mental health issues are so well addressed and it taught me a lot about mental health I wasn't aware of. Each small minor character plays a very important thematic role. (The villain isn't the best thing ever but she serves her role in the themes and plot.) The production and the storytelling with the children's book animations are just *heart eyes*. The OST is so good too. You need to watch this to understand how good a k-dramas can be. A must-watch.

Goblin: The Lonely and Great God (2016) - This is the most iconic fantasy/paranormal k-drama ever. A lot of current tropes were started here I think (including the weird k drama last-episode time jump separation of the main couple). This show broke me. You will cry. The bromance and comedy are amazing here too. Gong Yoo and Dong Wook Lee have great chemistry. Main female lead is so cute and her character is so heartwarming. The ending felt a bit rushed. The death, existential related stuff with the grim reapers and such is so good tho.

Business Proposal (2022) - Best rom-com ever! (Well, it could be gayer tbh.) It's my new comfort show. I already watched it twice. It's campy, hilarious, chaotic, iconic and messy in a way that feels like real life (but obviously played up for drama and comedy). Excellent character work. The love interest is definitely written by a woman. Gorgeous cast (Sejeon omg I have a crush, but also the others). It was too short! I would have loved another episode, and more of Grandpa and Ha-Ri. Warning: this has the weird kdrama last-episode time jump couple separation.

W: Two Worlds (2016) - A young resident medic accidentally finds her way inside the webcomic her father created. Like, that premise is killer. We have Lee Jong Suk at his finest here; the character fits him so well. He was born to play a lead. This show has amazing meta-commentary on writing, authorship, and existential crisis. The confrontation between the webcomic character Kang Cheol and the author is insane! The main couple is an epic pair. Would rewatch. High wump value. Cons: The second part could have been more swoony with the romance, Kang Cheol kind of became a bit cold. (A warning: this show also has the k drama weird last-episode time jump couple separation.)

Would recommend with popcorn, I rate them 8/10:

Crash Landing on You (2019) - Really good. The main couple has the best chemistry I've ever seen. It's not that much of a personal fave show, but still pretty awesome and will tug at your heart. It got a bit overly dramatic in the last episodes and again, has that k-drama last episode weird time jump couple separation, but here it actually makes sense. And sort of mirrors the separation and eventual unification of the Korean Peninsula. It was very interesting to see the contrast between North and South Korea.

Shooting Stars (2022) - Aside from the terrible, horrible, insulting Africa storyline (where the male lead goes to 'help' African kids with water scarcity, not even a country name is called, he just goes to *gestures vaguely* Africa to help goddammit he's such a beautiful soul! /s) There's a weird creepy sugar mommy wannabe side storyline and it's weird and out of nowhere. But the rest of it is good and campy and the main characters are so cute. All the couples are cute. The male lead is a cute disaster. Female lead is also a capable cutey but a disaster when it comes to romance. It's hilarious. I love all characters. It's fun. It's great. It shows a very interesting side of the entertainment industry.

While You Were Sleeping (2017) - A man and a woman who don't know each other have precognition powers and after they meet, they use them to take down a corrupt lawyer. The show isn't very heavy on the romance, tough the pair work pretty well together. I liked the main actress. Lee Jong Suk has chemistry with anyone. The male role was not exactly a good fit for Jong Suk. He's so much more naturally charming than the character. It's a fun show to pass the time. The found family is nice and all the characters work great together. The mom is great.

The King's Affection (2021) - I'm going to be honest, I didn't finish watching this. Ups. I got bored after episode 15. It's a very slow show but what I watched was quite good. It was just not a show for me. Having a bisexual male lead was awesome, I appreciate that he falls for the main character while he thinks she's a man. (Could be gayer tho, just saying.) Pretty good discussions and reversals of gender cliches. It has complicated parent-child relationships that are very well written which gives a lot of heart and heartbreak to this story. The political stuff gets very convoluted. I really wish the queer part was bigger though, and not limited to the main couple. We could even have poly representation! I still have half a mind to finish this but I don't know There are so many other shows I'd rather watch instead. (Boy, I really need to get into the actually queer side of k-dramas because the side I'm currently on is giving me crumbs.)

Lovers of the Red Sky (2021) - The premise was so cool. This has so much lore I like and the setting is beautiful and rich, but it also has so much lost potential. The plot is very weak in the second half and could be restructured. I loved the atmosphere, costumes and the actors and their characters: the blind cursed scholar nobleman, the female genius cheeky painter and her friend trio and the prince are all great characters. Ahn Hyo Seop is pretty good in it and looks very pretty indeed in historical costume (but the design of the villain creature he's possessed/cursed with is so, so bad omg). Great premise failed execution. Good first half but it went over the rails quickly. Still entertaining if you like historical fantasy.

Romance is a Bonus Book (2019) - It's a bit slow and could have done so much more with the female lead and her child. She's a bit underwhelming and her daughter is barely in the story. The second female character played by Jeong Eu-Gene was awesome, I love this actress now. Lee Jung Suk is always looking hot and being an excellent actor with what he's given; he's very charming here. He could have chemistry with a piece of wood and yet I wasn't that fan of the romance. Maybe it's just because friends to lovers isn't my cup of tea. There's a weird out-of-nowhere backstory between the male leads. The commentary of ageism in the workplace is a bit surface level (it's not that big of a deal for the company if you're overqualified for a job, the point should be that is an issue for you and your career, who is too good for the company). You can tell the writers really care about books; it's definitely a love letter to editors and an interesting window into the world of book publishing; you can feel the love editors put into making books. Bonus: the founding members of the publishing company have very funny moments.

Do no recommend:

King: Eternal Monarch - Couldn't even finish this. I was so, so confused. The dialogue, narrative and backstory make no sense! Everything is so unnecessarily confusing. There's no chemistry between the main couple. The king and the bodyguard had more chemistry. Lee Jung-Jin (playing the villain Lee Lim) & Woo Do-Hwan (the bodyguard) carried this show and are pretty much the only thing good about it. The female lead is sidelined. It had an intriguing premise but failed execution.

What's Wrong With Secretary Kim - Skimmed most of the second half. It's a mess. The love interest CEO is such a narcissist and asshole he wouldn't be able to keep a working, healthy relationship with his partner without some serious therapy first. The female lead seems to be repulsed by him most of the time even when together and even looks scared when they get intimate. There's an unnecessarily convoluted plotline about the main lead's brother and a kidnapping in their past. It has tonal issues and it's cringy rather than funny. The secondary characters are just a lot of useless filler. The female lead sacrifices her independence and dreams to be with the main guy. Just go watch Business Proposal instead.

Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo - The only pro of this show is IU. The romance went the undeveloped route. Cheap-looking production, with too many episodes, melodramatic, characters pivot in place instead of naturally developing; it's definitely a telenovela. The point that the female lead is from the future doesn't even matter for the story (should have made her a Goryeo historian instead of a random cosmetologist). Pass!

Tomorrow - Could not finish watching. Please, please don't watch it if you're dealing with depression, bullying or suicidal thoughts. Please don't. By episode 2 I was just screaming at the screen. Problematic? This show invented the word problematic. The supernatural task force that's supposed to save people with suicide risk is terrible at therapy and suicide prevention. They tell the person trying to commit suicide, literally on the edge of a building about to jump, that they should do it, that they're weak, they should just jump, go ahead! Like ... what????

Mystic Pop Up Bar - Didn't capture me by episode 2. Got bored. Some say this is better than Hotel Del Luna but I don't agree.

Abyss - It's a weird tonal mix. Would have preferred if it leaned further into the absurd (go all in with the humour or don't at all), the sci-fi or the murder mystery. Instead of just revealing by episode 3 who the murderer is, quickly changing the plot into a chase after the villain, even though he's so lame. But also he is keeps killing people and it gets dark. And then we cut to the main couple being silly and cute. It's so jarring. The leads have a great dynamic and Ahn Hyo Seop knows how to differentiate his characters really well, give them their own flavour., but in the end it's just a cool premise, failed execution. Very average.

Currently watching:

The Crowned Clown - Very interesting concept and gorgeous, gorgeous visuals. Plot drags a little. Has some tonal problems and oversimplification of politics. The best part is when Yeo Jin-Goo acts with himself haha. He's such a talented actor.

The Uncanny Counter - Get's a bit melodramatic sometimes but all four main actors are insanely good.

Tale of the Nine-Tailed - The main romantic relationship needs a lot more development, but the entire show is worth watching just for Dong Wook Lee and Kim Bum as brothers.

Alchemy of Souls - 6/10 so far. Currently watching season 2/part 2. Aside from the prince, I don't particularly care for any of the characters. Unpopular opinion but the main romantic pair have no chemistry. Mu-Deok has more chemistry with Yul and the prince, and the prince has more chemistry with Jang-Uk. The lore is confusing and inconsistent: it breaks its own rules. (Two souls in one body what?? when was this established as a thing?) There's not enough foreshadowing and setting up the rules of magic in this world (the Ice Stone comes up as a deux ex mahcina big plot point in the last second). It also drags; the episodes are too long. There's a lot of saying and ultimately the show doesn't deliver. The narrative structure is straight out of a fantasy Wattpad. The set and costumes are fun and cool for a fantasy world, and the first episode was great.  

[simply-whump]

Missing : The Other Side - Season 1 - Whump List

Whumpee : Kim Wook played by Go Soo and Shin Joon Ho played by Ha Joon

Synopsis : A village holds the spirits of missing, deceased people. A search to find the missing bodies and discover the truth behind their disappearance occurs. Kim Wook is a smooth talker and a good-looking man. He commits fraud to make a living. One day, he happens to arrive at Duon Village, where the missing dead gather. He soon faces numerous mysteries. (MDL)

Genres : Thriller, Mystery, Supernatural

Native Title : 미씽: 그들이 있었다

Warning ! Possible spoilers below!

Kim Wook

Ep 1 : Grabbed by the collar, running away, hit by a car, unconscious, bleeding, brought to the hospital, on a stretcher, goes into cardiac arrest, CPR, shocked with defibrillator, heart starts beating again — Wakes up — Kidnapped, manhandled, bag over his head, hands tied, running away, falls from a cliff — Unconscious, hanging from a tree branch, falls, pulse taken, dragged — Wakes up screaming — Shocked

Ep 2 : Shocked, collapses — Teary-eyed

Ep 3 : Worried for his friend, learns his friend is dead, distressed, screaming, crying

Ep 4 : Sad, grieving 

Ep 5 : None

Ep 6 : Drunk, passes out — Grabbed by the collar

Ep 8 : Fighting, hit, thrown to the ground, hit behind the head with a metal bar, collapses unconscious — Tied up, hanging upside down by his feet

Ep 9 : Wakes up, tied up, hanging upside down by his feet, falls to the ground, kicked, weak, bleeding from the head, slapped, knife at his throat, taken hostage, saved, concern for him — Wakes up in the hospital, head bandaged

Ep 10 : None

Ep 11 : Fighting, choked, injected with a drug, saved, coughing, passes out, concern for him — Wakes up in the hospital — Teary-eyed — Emotional, crying

Ep 12 : Emotional, crying, angry — Crying

Shin Joon Ho

Ep 1-5 : None

Ep 6 : Angry outburst

Ep 7 : None

Ep 8 : Blackmailed — Told his girlfriend is dead, teary-eyed, doesn’t want to believe it

Ep 9 : Crying — Angry outburst, distressed, has a hard time accepting his girlfriend is dead

Ep 10 : Crying — Crying, sobbing, distressed, screaming (This scene was really sad)

Ep 11 : None

Ep 12 : Angry — Emotional, teary-eyed, angry outburst — Crying, desperate, sobbing —  Crying, collapse —  Shocked, crying, distressed, has a panic attack (This guy really can’t catch a break, I feel so sorry for him)

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I’m sick and I’m having a hard time getting myself motivated to do much so while I’m not really being all that productive I wanted to write about an idea for an Azul wump fic (with a side of AzuJami because I’m me) that I don’t think I will actually write out because it feels like it’s... too much? even for me? lol idk how to explain it. But it’s been in my head for like a month and I want to get it out so here it is.

CW for bullying, panic attacks, vomiting

Basically the idea centers around all those photos Azul was trying to get rid of.

They say Azul managed to get rid of all the pictures of himself other than the one hanging in the museum but that seems pretty impossible, given that he lives when the internet and smartphones are a thing (I am assuming the have them underwater somehow, it’s a place where magic is real they’d figure it out). Not only that but I think some of the pictures were probably not destroyed but there was a contract holding whoever had them back from publishing them in any way, and now all Azul’s contracts are gone. 

SO.

I imagine that while Azul recognizes and appreciates the power of social media he also isn’t the kind of person who obsessively checks it; he goes through all his morning classes without really looking at his phone beyond his calendar and a few texts. He has no idea the storm that is coming for him.

Plenty of people see the photo first but it’s Cater who finally approaches him about it at lunch, because Cater and Azul do kind of know each other since he hangs out in the lounge (especially going off his anthology chapters with the octatrio) and I think Cater would want to say something if he saw it. And so Cater comes up to Azul while he’s eating, or maybe working on something, sitting by himself because the twins haven’t made it to the cafeteria for whatever reason.

He asks Azul if he’s looked at magicam this morning at all. Azul says he checked the activity on the Mostro Lounge account early but not since then. Cater is like GREAT GUESS I’M BEARING THE BAD NEWS... 

So he shows Azul his phone, and the photo that is going around on Magicam of him... a picture of Azul’s back from when he was in his last year of elementary school, big and broad, with UGLY written across his shoulder blades in ink.

Azul hears ringing in his ears. He’s breathing too hard. He thought he got rid of that picture. He thought he got rid of it.

Azul tries to get up and ends up falling back onto the ground. Cater is like OH SHIT... he really didn’t expect for this to happen but now Azul is having a full blown panic attack in front of him and he doesn’t know how to handle that.

So he flags down Trey and Riddle, who are nearby. Trey’s in full big brother mode instantly, trying to calm Azul’s breathing and also making plans to get him out of the cafeteria because people are starting to stare and that’s not going to help. Once Azul isn’t hyperventilating anymore and is just dazed and confused he gets Cater to help him support Azul and get him out into the hallway; Riddle is meanwhile directing traffic and getting everyone to go about their business, nothing to see here.

Once they’re in the hallway and Azul is slumped in the floor against the wall Riddle is like CATER WHAT HAPPENED and Cater is like I JUST SHOWED HIM THIS... Trey is like YOU SHOWED HIM THAT WITHOUT WARNING? WELL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW HE WOULD DO THAT and so on.

Meanwhile Azul is gaining some coherency again, a little confused why he’s in the hallway now and why the Heartslabyul guys are here and also feeling like he really needs to just get somewhere hidden and quiet because his octopus instincts are kicking in. He tries to get up and Trey is back in big bro mode again telling him to stay down because he’s shaking like a leaf.

Azul does not want to be here so he’s like I’m fine, I’m totally fine, I can get back to my dorm on my own. Riddle advises him strongly against that and tells Trey they should take him to the infirmary. Azul insists he’s fine again and gets to his feet, then promptly vomits and blacks out for a second, then Trey is supporting him and saying no you’re definitely going to the infirmary.

Cater is going “I’m so sorry Azul I didn’t know you’d have a panic attack!” Azul insists he didn’t because he doesn’t have panic attacks but they’re dragging him to the infirmary anyway. They get him there and explain what happened and once the nurses have him Trey texts Jade what’s going on.

Jade is off with Floyd, who knows what they were doing but he takes out his phone when he gets a text. Trey sent along an explanation of what happened to Azul as well as a screenshot of the magicam post, and Jade is pissed, because listen he always thought Azul’s attempts to get rid of every old picture of himself were kind of stupid but not when it came to pictures like this, and damn it didn’t he and Floyd threaten the guy who had this one themselves anyway?

He shows it to Floyd. Floyd is like hmm, guess we have someone to murder now. But that will have to wait because they need to figure out what to do about Azul.

So after a moment’s deliberation Jade decides to text Jamil about the situation too. I imagine at this point Azul and Jamil have been dating for awhile but not being very public about it, because Jamil is private and I think Azul would not want too many people to know he has a big hot weakness now. But of course the twins (and Kalim) know; they watched Azul pine after the guy since their freshmen year and it was obvious when the pining became mutual.

So Jade texts Jamil, knowing Azul will probably be mad at him for it later, but if anyone can calm Azul down it’s Jamil.

Jamil is at lunch with Kalim, they’re eating somewhere more quiet so he can spend part of lunch helping him do some final cramming for a test later. Jamil almost doesn’t bother looking at the text when he sees it’s from Jade, until he sees the picture Jade sent him.

Jamil by this point has only learned bits and pieces about why Azul overblotted. He knew about the contracts, of course, and that Leona destroying them is what kicked it off. He also knows that Azul used the contracts to “fix things about himself he wasn’t happy with,” though Azul never elaborated much beyond that. Azul didn’t really Jamil to know about the bullying or that he used to be overweight so he kept that under wraps.

So when Jamil sees the picture he’s a bit stunned, because he pieced together that Azul wasn’t treated very kindly as a kid but he hadn’t been expecting something like this. 

He tells Kalim he has to go, tells him Azul is sick as a cover. He’s not sure what he plans to do exactly, maybe kill the guy who posted this if that’s what Azul wants, but he knows he needs to do something to fix it because he didn’t want to but he cares about Azul now and seeing something like this pisses him off on his behalf. And hearing that Azul is having panic attacks over it has him worried.

MEANWHILE Azul is in the infirmary and really really really does not want to be here. He doesn’t want anyone looking at him or talking about him, he just wants to get somewhere quiet and dark so he can hide until he figures out how he’s going to handle this situation. He would say it’s because it’s affecting his concentration but really his anxiety is just through the roof at this point.

So he comes up with some excuse, saying he really has to go to the restroom or something like that, so he can slip away when the nurse isn’t looking. Then he gets the hell out of there.

Soon after, Jade and Floyd arrive, only to learn that Azul has slipped away and no one knows where he went. He isn’t answering his phone or texts so that’s worthless. Jade calls Jamil to keep him abreast of the situation, and Jamil, who isn’t quite there yet, changes course because he thinks he knows where Azul went.

He books it to Octavinelle, not to Azul’s room or to his office, but to this giant decorative pot that is part of the decorations around Mostro Lounge. He remembers mentioning to Azul once that he used to hide in pots like that to escape his parents and Azul telling him that he used to do the same when he was having a bad day.

Jamil thinks he knows now what Azul really meant by that.

So he comes to the pot and he looks inside and there’s Azul, curled up with his arms over his knees. He’s crying. And when he realizes he’s being watched he flies into a rage, screaming at Jamil to leave him alone and go away.

But Jamil does not do that; instead he climbs up and over the edge and falls into the pot with Azul (the pot is really not big enough for two teenagers but he’s going to make it work damn it!)

So he squishes into the pot with Azul who is still pissed and still crying and he’s yelling about how Jamil must think he’s so ugly and stupid now and Jamil knows words aren’t going to get through to Azul right now but he needs to calm him down. So he catches one of Azul’s flailing hands and just holds onto it.

And it takes a few seconds but that gets Azul’s attention and he stops yelling and stares at their hands for a minute before asking, “Why are you here?”

And Jamil says, “You’re hurting, and I want to help you. Why else would I be here?”

And Azul just. collapses against Jamil and cries his little octobaby heart out, and tells him about what happened in the picture. About how he could feel them writing that word on him in class but if he alerted the teacher it would just get worse. About scrubbing it off afterward before he went home, so his mom wouldn’t see and get upset about it. About how he thought he’d gotten rid of the only copy so seeing it again and knowing others could see it had broken his confidence and sent him right back to that day again.

And in the end when he doesn’t have any more tears and he’s feeling pretty embarrassed about the whole thing Jamil says, “Soooo... want me to find the guy that posted it and kill him?”

And that gets him to laugh, and feel a little better, and he says he can surely find some other way of ruining his life that won’t end in Jamil going to jail, but that can be their plan b. And Jamil is happy that he got Azul to look less miserable, even if he knows he isn’t going to be back to normal Azul for a little while longer.

He also says they need to get out of the pot because his legs are going to sleep, and Azul says, “Yes, this is considerably less comfortable as a human than as an octopus.” and so they get out of the pot and go back to Azul’s room so they can get more comfy on the bed and Azul can just rest because he’s still exhausted from his panic attack earlier as well as all the crying. Jamil holds him and keeps up some light, meaningless conversation until he goes to sleep, so Azul knows he’s still there and he hasn’t chased him away. (Azul saw him at his worst and wasn’t chased away, after all.) And when Azul isn’t quite asleep but is still drowsy enough that Jamil will have plausible deniability, he tells Azul he’s beautiful, no matter what anyone says.

And Jamil knows that he’s still going to be competing against those voices for awhile, the ones that told Azul he was ugly and stupid and broke down his confidence. But he’ll take that as a challenge, and keep being with Azul, until he becomes the number one voice in his head, and the only one Azul needs.

[afarcry5fromstraight]

6, 12, 15, 19, B, and D for Chloe and Theo? :D <3

AHHHHH thank you! Sorry it took me longer, these were super fun <3

OC ask list

6. Do they consider laws flexible or immovable?

No Law has ever stopped Chloe from doing what she wanted to. She may be a deputy, but boy does she wear a set of gray glasses. Chloe’s specialty is bending reality to fit her needs, and she will go to inhumane lengths to run away from herself.  In the beginning, she’s chasing an idealized version of herself. If she could make it as a deputy, it would all have come together.  Only it didn’t. Nothing came together, and nothing got easier at all. In fact shortly after starting to look inwards, the reaping began and her gray glasses did more good for her than harm. She stopped trying. 

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can't quite reach? 

Chloe has never taken a liking to input from anyone. Positive reinforcement and negative reinforcement the same, she loathes control. Emotionally cornered- there's really no telling how Chloe will get herself out. Impulse control is not her strong suit.  She will fucking reach it, if only to make it stfu- or kill herself in the process. Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Faciam In short, she doesn't deal well, if at all.

 15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first? 

Chloe rehearses very few things. She’s slowly learning that shutting her mouth is smarter, albeit far less funny. She uses humor to deflect from her crippling loss of identity. 

19. What is their favorite number?

17! Her brother was born on October 17th. 

B. What inspired you to create them?

Chloe is my first oc  :’)  She my little trauma baby. I've read fics for over a decade, and used to write a long time ago. Got the big sads for a long ass time. 2022 started my “fuck it, im a cringe-goblin-type-human and imma roll with that”. Turns out that just allowing yourself to do what makes you happy is really fun! I write mostly wump, but lately the worms have been giving me some fluff too. 

D. Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

Shes pretty much always looked the same, minus a slightly varying hair style!

6. Do they consider laws flexible or immovable?

Theo considers his laws immovable. What he himself considers to be law and believes in isn't exactly clear to everyone else, though. 

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can't quite reach?

Theo is actually a very patient man, even if he doesn't look it at first glance. Physical violence and a punitive structure may have given him his opportunities, but he played them smart and made sure the fences were in his favor before making any moves. At any point if Theo feels pushed past his last resort and cornered, his very flexy elastic patience snaps. He becomes a very ugly and unforgiving man forcing hands whichever way he pleases. He is a logical man however, and generally will pull away before reaching that point.  For everything else, sneaking off either into the valley for some endorphins or the henbane for a blunt. When that isn't enough, he buries himself in work, mental or physical. He's avoidant. I could've left it at that.

 15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first? 

Theo doesn't rehearse, he unfortunately just says some WEIRD theater-kid level shit. Here is a list of bizzare Theo quotes I have been DYING to share, just not ready to share the fics quite yet <3 (they are all Norwegian proverbs that are even more bizarre when translated into English).  “-to make cabbage of something” “Speaking through the liver-” “-to swallow some camels” “I have a hen to pick with you.” “All you're going to do is step in the salad.”  “-in the butter’s eye” “Sir, there are owls in the moss.”

19. What is their favorite number?

Theo's favorite number is 9. He likes that 3 goes into it evenly. There really isn't more to it than that.

B. What inspired you to create them?

There is such a massive gap in lore I couldn't NOT make a Chosen oc tbh. Getting to make my own little inner military system has been super fun. Originally I got tired of media making every autistic a monotone asshole. So I made Theo an asshole in the most direct way. Hes a dick JUST BECAUSE. No need to cover it in some ableist excuses. Calling all assholes autistic makes you an asshole, okay? Alright. Sorry there wasn’t supposed to be a lil rant there, whoopsies. 

Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

Theo has pretty much always looked the same as well. Over the last few weeks I've found myself fine tuning his build, expressions, etc. Over time his nose has just become more broken I think. 

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Ok, after reading your reply, I have to know more. Give me your top 5 kathony moments. I wanna know all your thoughts!!

ok so…

1. the library scene. not only was it gorgeously shot but just the way they start off so far apart and then make they’re way towards each other without meaning to. the way that symbolically they start at opposite ends of the space and then meet in the middle. the way that kate is not embarrassed at being caught out of bed and in a room she might not be allowed in because already she feels like she belongs there. the way anthony is totally aware of both of their states of dress and tries admirably at first to not look directly at her and to stay out of the room and in the doorway but his attraction to her is so strong that he lets go of the impropriety and just walks toward her. i could go on.

2. the mud scene. i love that no attention is brought to the fact that this is the first time either one of them let’s their guard down and smiles and laughs around each other. it’s such a rare thing for either of them to be so joyous and the fact that it’s happening in each other’s company is just magical. and anthony who is so uptight all the time getting messy and not complaining about it, just rolling with it and actually finding humor in the whole thing is a refreshing moment for the character. and again kate is just so comfortable, both in the mud and around him, that she simply just doesn’t care. if the dress is ruined at least she had a good time doing it.

3. the proposal scene. first of all, kate just looks so beautiful here. it is definitely one of if not my absolute favorite look of hers. i love anthony in this moment because he truly opens himself up to her with absolutely no expectations or hope that she will reciprocate. he just has to say the words. he loves her, it’s not a feeling it’s a fact. and kate surprises both of them by letting herself have what she wants. since she woke up she has said that she is going to do what she wants and not just live for others but this moment is where she is finally truthful in that promise.

4. the accident scene. i am a wump lover through and through and they delivered this deliciously. the callback of their first scene where anthony is chasing after her except this time he isn’t chasing a mystery he’s chasing the woman he loves. the thought in the back of your mind that she hates storms, so for her to be out in one voluntarily means so much. the way he screams her name as she falls. the fact that she’s in a coma for a whole week afterwards and in that week he grieves her because he simply can’t believe that she will make it, that they might have a future.

5. the wedding scene. specifically that final shot of them standing at the altar staring at each other in an empty room. something about this shot just gives me butterflies. it’s the fact that their love has isolated them. it’s the fact that there is so much space between them yet again but this time they don’t breach it. it’s the foreshadowing. it’s the tension. i just love it.