#are we all sensing a pattern here

[theskatingarchive]

Do you have a favourite sequence?

hmmm the skater I think of first when I hear step sequence is Mao Asada! Really you cant go wrong with a Mao stsq imo, her most famous step sequence is of course from her Rach No. 2 FS (truly iconic) another one of hers is from her Scheherazade SP (the skating skills!!!), another stsq that come to mind immediately is of course Yuzus Seimei FS

thinking about last season I have to say the stsq in Wakabas Dune SP!! especially at worlds it was really amazing, tumblr user raininyourblackeyes actually made a really cool breakdown about that stsq (that post also includes a video of only the stsq), I also always enjoy Yumas stsq especially from his riybe FS and his Romanza FS

[joutsummer]

if there's one thing jonas vingegaard is going to do it's use every muscle in his fingers to hold his teammates tight when he hugs them

[the-magnusinstitute]

hey from what we know of jared hopwprth is he single

Jared Hopworth is a felon and wanted for several accounts of homicide, battery, grave robbing, and desecration of corpses. Please direct these inquiries to the local police station as they are more likely to know these things than us.

[egregiousderp]

We’re on day six straight of “wake up in the middle of the night/morning hypervigilant and struggle to sleep again” which means we’re reaching the season of Perma Tension and Overthink.

Can’t wait to get through the next two days of work so I can start my week of suspension.

[klutzytomb]

if I ever mysteriously disappear one day with my account deleted, becoming the missing mutual, rest assured that it'll probably be because I have continually lied about myself IRL and find this account to be attached to that mentality. I will one day return

[eileensdress]

Long live Abigail Hobbs.

[Hannibal (2015)/What Was I Made For-Billie Eilish]

[hawnks]

List of series about Magic Girls in their twenties who’s experience with magic is a metaphor for the loss of identity that comes with growing up:

Bee and Puppycat

Fiona and Cake

Howls Moving Castle

[kaleidoscopr]

''i hope jakey dies'' includes every intolerable identical looking fictional eboy x reader btw. you know the type. he looks like this:

[neramontagueofficial]

You speak of Postlimniae as a thing alive, now and again. You say she moves before you in the flitting of an eye. You say she sat with you in the blink, frail skin bearing what you could not.

You have mantrae, distraction and supplies to survive there. She has naught but you.

You wonder that it is her sort alone which can escape to that hoary nothing, with you in tow. You ask was it her that did this unrav'ling to you, if she is to blame.

I offer the elsewise hand-- a Mourning Cloak is sick. To be its pilot is to share the ailment betwixt your bloods. To know there is a sympathy between you will remove one spine off the world.

I.

Don't know what to think about this. We have been told, time and again, that Mourning Cloaks are neither sentient nor alive. I have spoken with the team that designs them, I know that the living tissue that they have has no neurons, no capacity to feel pain or anything else at all, and yet,

I see the way she moves when no one is in her, the way she braces for repairs or leans slightly into my hand. I feel her warmth even when her reactor is quiet. When I pilot her, I feel nothing returned across the neural link, no evidence that there is anything there to answer me but I can almost feel the frame anticipating my actions in a way that the hardware alone simply cannot.

It's why it's so hard to blame her, why every ounce of fear and resentment I feel is met by an endless wave of guilt, like I am condemning a friend for a fact of their nature.

But. I can talk to my friends and have them respond to me. I can tell them how I feel and learn how they feel in return. Even with my most fevered reaching, Postlimniae cannot give me anything other than the smallest of gestures, mere hints of sapience that make me wonder if its actually there or am I just imagining it?

I used to think that people who did this were. Imagining it. I would look to them and say "It is bad habit for you to anthropomorphize your mechs," I'd say "there's not even a person in there, not even a comp/con, a digitized pattern of thought, you are ascribing sentience to mere steel," and yet I don't know that I can say that anymore.

Maybe I am sharing her burden. Maybe one day she will be able to tell me anything about herself, instead of being a thing I project onto. I don't know, and I'm not sure if it will be real or merely the imagination of a lost, lonely girl if she does.

It's still harder if she's alive, I think. If she's just a machine it would be absurd to blame her for being left there. I don't know if I can untangle myself from her anymore, I certainly can't if we are left there again, but the upset I feel is not something I feel to mere machines, I think.

[lesbianlenas]

i love florals. if u think florals are ugly simply don’t speak. sorry u don’t know joy or have taste.

[haru-chi]

I have few things to say about Natsuyuu new chapter but before I talk about any of that once I had the time ..

please tell me I'm not the only one freaking out that Midorikawa-sensei is actually on the hunt for the mystery of the Reiko's painting WITHOUT a break so far ....

I'M SCARED AND IN FEAR !!!!!

she's building this up carefully and slowly but constantly ... a bomb is upon us ?!!!! sooner than we ever thought ??!!!

i don't know if I'm mentally ready yet ... I thought ... no wait .. I need to sort my feelings ... I'm still shocked and in fear of the future ...

[jewishvitya]

A pro-Palestine Jew on tiktok asked those of us who were raised pro-Israel, what got us to change our minds on Palestine. I made a video to answer (with my voice, not my face), and a few people watched it and found some value in it. I'm putting this here too. I communicate through text better than voice.

So I feel repetitive for saying this at this point, but I grew up in the West Bank settlements. I wrote this post to give an example of the extent to which Palestinians are dehumanized there.

Where I live now, I meet Palestinians in day to day life. Israeli Arab citizens living their lives. In the West Bank, it was nothing like that. Over there, I only saw them through the electric fence, and the hostility between us and Palestinians was tangible.

When you're a child being brought into the situation, you don't experience the context, you don't experience the history, you don't know why they're hostile to you. You just feel "these people hate me, they don't want me to exist." And that bubble was my reality. So when I was taught in school that everything we did was in self defense, that our military is special and uniquely ethical because it's the only defensive military in the world - that made sense to me. It slotted neatly into the reality I knew.

One of the first things to burst the bubble for me was when I spoke to an old Israeli man and he was talking about his trauma from battle. I don't remember what he said, but it hit me wrong. It conflicted with the history as I understood it. So I was a bit desperate to make it make sense again, and I said, "But everything we did was in self defense, right?"

He kinda looked at me, couldn't understand at all why I was upset, and he went, "We destroyed whole villages. Of course we did. It was war, that's what you do."

And that casual "of course" stuck with me. I had to look into it more.

I couldn't look at more accurate history, and not at accounts by Palestinians, I was too primed against these sources to trust them. The community I grew up in had an anti-intellectual element to it where scholars weren't trusted about things like this.

So what really solidified this for me, was seeing Palestinian culture.

Because part of the story that Israel tells us to justify everything, is that Palestinians are not a distinct group of people, they're just Arabs. They belong to the nations around us. They insist on being here because they want to deny us a homeland. The Palestinian identity exists to hurt us. This, because the idea of displacing them and taking over their lands doesn't sound like stealing, if this was never theirs and they're only pretending because they want to deprive us.

But then foods, dances, clothing, embroidery, the Palestinian dialect. These things are history. They don't pop into existence just because you hate Jews and they're trying to move here. How gorgeous is the Palestinian thobe? How stunning is tatreez in general? And when I saw specific patterns belonging to different regions of Palestine?

All of these painted for me a rich shared life of a group of people, and countered the narrative that the Palestininian identity was fabricated to hurt us. It taught me that, whatever we call them, whatever they call themselves, they have a history in this land, they have a right to it, they have a connection to it that we can't override with our own.

I started having conversations with leftist friends. Confronting the fact that the borders of the occupied territories are arbitrary and every Israeli city was taken from them. In one of those conversations, I was encouraged to rethink how I imagine peace.

This also goes back to schooling. Because they drilled into us, we're the ones who want peace, they're the ones who keep fighting, they're just so dedicated to death and killing and they won't leave us alone.

In high school, we had a stadium event with a speaker who was telling us about a person who defected from Hamas, converted to Christianity and became a Shin Bet agent. Pretty sure you can read this in the book "Son of Hamas." A lot of my friends read the book, I didn't read it, I only know what I was told in that lecture. I guess they couldn't risk us missing out on the indoctrination if we chose not to read it.

One of the things they told us was how he thought, we've been fighting with them for so long, Israelis must have a culture around the glorification of violence. And he looked for that in music. He looked for songs about war. And for a while he just couldn't find any, but when he did, he translated it more fully, and he found out the song was about an end to wars. And this, according to the story as I was told it, was one of the things that convinced him. If you know know the current trending Israeli "war anthem," you know this flimsy reasoning doesn't work.

Back then, my friend encouraged me to think more critically about how we as Israelis envision peace, as the absence of resistance. And how self-centered it is. They can be suffering under our occupation, but as long as it doesn't reach us, that's called peace. So of course we want it and they don't.

Unless we're willing to work to change the situation entirely, our calls for peace are just "please stop fighting back against the harm we cause you."

In this video, Shlomo Yitzchak shares how he changed his mind. His story is much more interesting than mine, and he's much more eloquent telling it. He mentions how he was taught to fear Palestinians. An automatic thought, "If I go with you, you'll kill me." I was taught this too. I was taught that, if I'm in a taxi, I should be looking at the driver's name. And if that name is Arab, I should watch the road and the route he's taking, to be prepared in case he wants to take me somewhere to kill me. Just a random person trying to work. For years it stayed a habit, I'd automatically look at the driver's name. Even after knowing that I want to align myself with liberation, justice, and equality. It was a process of unlearning.

On October, not long after the current escalation of violence, I had to take a taxi again. A Jewish driver stopped and told me he'll take me, "so an Arab doesn't get you." Israeli Jews are so comfortable saying things like this to each other. My neighbors discussed a Palestinian employee, with one saying "We should tell him not to come anymore, that we want to hire a Jew." The second answered, "No, he'll say it's discrimination," like it would be so ridiculous of him. And the first just shrugged, "So we don't have to tell him why." They didn't go through with it, but they were so casual about this conversation.

In the Torah, we're told to treat those who are foreign to us well, because we know what it's like to be the foreigner. Fighting back against oppression is the natural human thing to do. We know it because we lived it. And as soon as I looked at things from this angle, it wasn't really a choice of what to support.

[that-one-girl2020]

Please do the confrontation, Celine really needs to be called out on her bad parenting.

The Confrontation

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: Okay, several of you asked for it. So here it is. This takes place a little bit after the movie, so the girls are technically still on hiatus and the reader still hasn’t debuted as a solo artist.

For those who are just stumbling upon this, it won’t make much sense unless you read the short series I wrote so go check that out!

Also, Polytr/x is present but is subtle and isn’t very in your face.

TW: Celine’s terrible parenting, toxic parental figure, species discrimination…?

Word Count: 3,102

Master List

“I don’t wanna be here…”

You couldn’t help but sulk as you trudged up the path towards a certain house in the middle of the forest.

A couple weeks after Gwi Ma’s defeat and the sealing of the rainbow Honmoon, the group of you had agreed that it was finally safe for you all to make the journey to the Hunter’s grounds, where you and Rumi grew up, in order to search for answers now that it seemed like all the missing souls that Gwi Ma had consumed or been fed had returned. The nine of you were all worried that the power that had brought you and the boys back would suddenly fade or could be triggered at any time without warning, so you all had agreed to take a weekend or longer to search the archives at the Hunter’s grounds.

Rumi had sent a short, succinct message to let Celine know they were coming but that was the extent of whatever courtesy she deigned to give her.

“It’ll be alright, (Y/n). We haven’t been back in so long! I’m excited,” Zoey tried to cheer you up, bouncing up the path excitedly.

“Yeah, Babe, we’re curious to see where you grew up,” Kwan grabbed your hand, swinging it exaggeratedly between the two of you. He had his bag and all the girls’ overnight bags slung over his shoulder in his other hand.

Rumi grimaced awkwardly, “It’s not that interesting. Promise.”

You and Rumi shared a look. Neither of you knew about the other’s interaction with Celine, but both of you wanted to avoid more interactions with the woman than were necessary…

“The ancient training grounds for all Hunters isn’t interesting?” Jinu cocked an eyebrow at Rumi’s words. His shoulders seemed a little more relaxed than usual now that you all were outside of the city.

Mira scoffed, “It’s just an old house with nothing around it for miles.” Mira rolled her eyes, already bored just thinking about being back at their training grounds. But she still took Rumi’s hand in her own, squeezing it softly when she noticed how uncomfortable she seemed.

“If it’s old enough, maybe we’ll feel right at home,” Chungae mused pleasantly. Jum and Hyeon trailed behind him, at the back of the group. The two were taking in the scenery, pausing every now and then so Jum could take a picture of something on his phone.

“I wouldn’t try to get too comfortable,” You mumbled as the house finally came into view.

The hanok house was still standing proudly although some part of you wished that it had crumbled along with the old Honmoon. The boys would definitely feel right at home with the building from the 1400’s…

And there was your Aunt Celine, pacing outside the front door. She turned at the sound of approaching footsteps and her face lit up in a smile as she hurried over.

“Girls!” She pulled Mira, Rumi, and Zoey into a hug. “Oh, I was so worried. But I saw the Honmoon become sealed, and I’m so proud of you girls.”

Rumi shifted awkwardly in Celine’s arms, breaking the hug. “Nice to see you too, Aunt Celine…” Internally, Rumi couldn’t help but feel her chest twist uncomfortably at how the woman ignored their last interaction like it had never happened.

When Rumi pulled away, Celine looked her up and down, seeing her faint iridescent patterns shining in the sun easily with the shorts and t-shirt Rumi was wearing. Celine’s smile fell into a frown, shrugging off the cardigan she wore to drape over Rumi’s arms, “Oh, Rumi, cover up, please…” Celine side eyed Mira and Zoey pointedly, as if looking for support or to remind Rumi that she shouldn’t show her patterns around others.

Rumi sighed, shrugging the cardigan off to hand back to Celine, “Aunt Celine, we’re here to look for something in the archives.” She didn’t miss how Celine’s eyes began avoiding her when she did.

“‘We’?” Celine echoed in confusion. Her eyes finally wandered from the three Hunters, looking at you and the five boys behind them. Celine gasped at the sight of you and the boys with your demonic patterns on display. She reached for a weapon that no longer came to her, “Demons?! Girls, you brought demons to the sacred training grounds?!”

You were quiet as the boys pulled you back from the woman, grouping around you protectively. “Hello ma’am,” Jinu greeted her simply, a cold look on his face.

The boys hadn’t missed the difference in treatment you received from your Aunt, or how distasteful the woman was of Rumi’s patterns. Mira and Zoey were also beginning to look weary and confused.

You sighed, “Aunt Celine, it’s fine. They’re good, they’re not here to cause any harm, they’re here to help us,” you tried to calm the woman but it seemed to only fuel Celine’s actions.

Her eyes narrowed on you, almost snarling at you, “‘Good’? Demons are not good, they are never good, child. I thought I told you to leave last time you were here.”

Zoey stepped between you, a strained smile on her face as she forced a laugh, “No really, Celine! They are good, they helped us defeat Gwi Ma and find lost souls when they returned.”

Celine looked at Zoey incredulously, eyes wide with mania, “Only after they let Gwi Ma through I’m sure. The only ‘help’ they can offer this world is by dying on your blades.”

Mira crossed her arms, “Celine, listen to us. They’re making up for what they did, they sacrificed themselves to help us seal the Honmoon.”

Celine wasn’t listening to reason, “They’re a danger to the Honmoon. The six of them will leave now. They are not welcome here.”

“Wait, Celine, ‘six’?” Zoey echoed unsurely, hyper focusing on the number as she counted the Saja Boys in her head. No, still just five demon boys.

“She means me,” You answered monotonously. “Don’t you.” You stared emotionlessly at your Aunt and how she grimaced every time she looked at you.

“No, that’s not right. I’m sure she just miscounted, right Celine?” Zoey tried, her smile straining tighter.

“Yes,” Celine answered. “I mean you as well, child. Because you failed in protecting Rumi’s secret, the Honmoon was almost destroyed and Gwi Ma almost invaded our world.” Celine laid the blame at your feet with a stony expression.

You took a deep breath, trying to quell your rising emotions—the hurt and the pain of being treated with such scorn by the woman who raised you. “Fine. We’ll go back to the city. Please let us know what you find, girls. Let’s go boys,” With a small formal bow to Celine, you turned to the boys, intent on going back to the cars so you could take one back to the city. Or just teleport back, you were happy to still have that ability.

The boys weren’t happy. No, not at all.

Hyeon had to swallow back the vicious growl that was building in the back of his throat. Kwan’s fist clenched as he felt the war beast inside him rattle its restraints. Chungae grit his teeth, aching to sink them into this woman’s beating heart. Jum shakily wiped the blood on his hands on his black pants, the small wounds from his claws bleeding lightly. Jinu’s face was cold, different scenarios flying through his head, all unique plots where your Aunt mysteriously met a fatal accident.

Rumi’s voice cut through the air, “No.” You all turned to look at the girl. Her fists were clenched tight, her teeth grit, and her pupils more narrow as some of her more demonic features came to the surface in her anger. “No more.”

“Rumi?” Celine was genuinely surprised at Rumi’s sudden words.

Rumi marched past the woman, grabbing your wrist to keep you at her side in front of the boys and between them and Celine, her face resolute as she faced your Aunt. “No more separating (Y/n) and me.”

Rumi began going off on a tangent, her eyes welling with frustrated tears, “Ever since we found out that (Y/n) couldn’t connect to the Honmoon, you’ve kept us apart, but no more! You put us in separate rooms, you kept her from singing and dancing with me, you pushed her into the kitchen, you suppressed all her dreams, and I know it was wrong to go along with it now.”

You looked down, squeezing Rumi’s hand in yours as the well of emotions in your chest threatened to burst.

Celine stepped forward with wide eyes, Mira and Zoey watching unsurely from behind her as they thought over all the interactions they’ve seen you have with the woman. At the time, it had felt normal because that was how it was when Celine started training them. They thought it was just how it was, but that didn’t make it right.

Celine placed her hands on Rumi’s cheeks, cradling her face softly. “I’m so sorry, Rumi. This is my fault, you got too attached. She’s more like that man than I thought, she’s manipulated you. I should’ve tossed the child out when you were younger…”

The air froze around them.

“What?” One of the boys spoke but you didn’t turn to see who it was. You looked down, your shoulders hunching up as you shrunk into yourself. You felt ashamed for some reason.

Rumi, horrified, backed away from Celine, pulling you with her. “You… should’ve tossed her…”

“You knew,” you turned your head to peek over your shoulder at Jinu. “She’s already said this to you.”

You nodded, your throat too tight to get words out.

“When?” Chungae asked simply. Well, it was more of a demand than anything.

You looked away, your stomach roiling uncomfortably. “After the Idol Awards… I came here to ask for her help to find Rumi and explain to the girls.”

“And she refused to help you,” Kwan pieced together the events on his own, moving closer to you. You must’ve come to them just after.

“Yes,” You nodded anyway.

“You’re a terrible person,” Hyeon growled lowly, his teeth bared at your Aunt.

Celine scowled, “How dare you, you filthy-“

“No, he’s right,” Mira agreed darkly, her and Zoey rounding Celine so they could bracket you and Rumi between them defensively. “You are a terrible person.”

“Mira?”

Zoey frowned, crossing her arms, “Terrible. Like, worse than the worst demon. Well, but Gwi Ma—No, I stand by my words.”

“Zoey?”

Rumi steeled her expression. “Celine, (Y/n) is the only reason the girls and I were able to create and seal the rainbow Honmoon. Not the gold. Rainbow.”

Mira nodded, “She died protecting Rumi and gave her soul to Rumi. (Y/n) gave us the strength to defeat Gwi Ma.”

“And the boys followed her lead. They all gave us their souls to give us strength. She became a sword for Rumi!” Zoey agreed vehemently.

“And I bet,” Jinu added, all the boys moving closer so they could join the defense circle around you and Rumi. “That you’re the reason the girls were so scared of sharing their patterns. Especially Rumi.”

Rumi blinked at suddenly being included in the center of the protective S/Os. “Wait, what?”

Mira’s eyes narrowed, “Yeah. When Rumi hesitated in going to the bathhouse with us, you always shot it down before she could. Until she started doing it herself.”

Zoey’s eyes widened, “Wait!” Her eyes narrowed into a glower at Celine, who was surprised by the turn of events. “You’re the reason Rumi and (Y/n) never went to the bathhouse with us for years!”

“Rumi had to keep it a secret until the Honmoon was sealed and they were gone,” Celine defended herself. “They’re supposed to be gone now… And they’re not because (Y/n)’s soul must have poisoned the Honmoon…!”

You blinked at the sudden realization Celine came to, flinching back when she launched herself at you with an angry expression. Mira and Zoey quickly restrained her though as the boys closed ranks around you and Rumi, Rumi hugging you close to her.

“You’ve gone crazy!” Mira told the struggling woman.

“(Y/n) didn’t ‘poison’ your precious Honmoon, you crazy old bat,” Kwan snarled, his arms at the ready at his side in case Celine lunged for you again. The boys’ eyes had an amber glow about them and their skin had an inhuman tint to them as their demonic features flared in their anger and protective instincts.

“And Rumi never had to hide herself. We would’ve accepted her from the start!” Zoey added her own thoughts to the bubbling pot.

Jum and Chungae, the two youngest of the Saja Boys, fell back from the defensive line to offer comfort to you. Jum took your free hand in his while Chungae wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, propping his chin on your shoulder. Jum offered Rumi a candy he had seen her eating pretty often. They were there for her too.

Derpy also emerged from a bush to comfort Rumi, pushing his head under her hand in demand for pets. Sussie glared with all three eyes from a tree branch.

“I don’t think we can trust you around the girls,” Jinu remarked from his defensive stance. “We also simply don’t want you here. Is there any place she can go other than here?”

“How about Antarctica?” Mira suggested. You couldn’t tell if she was serious or not.

“There are Hunter properties all over the world,” Rumi told the group. “And several in Korea. The furthest from here without leaving the country would be the Jeju island estate.”

“Oh, so you guys are rich rich. Got it.”

“I can have Derpy portal her there,” Jinu offered immediately. “All in favor?”

“Yeah.”

“Definitely.”

“Couldn’t we go farther…”

“Yup!”

“Sick.”

“Agreed Boss.”

You and Rumi didn’t get a vote.

“We’ll go take her to pack a bag,” Zoey volunteered for her and Mira. The rest of you trailed after them as the two girls frogmarched Celine to her room.

“What are you girls doing!? The Honmoon isn’t safe! They must’ve tainted it so they could keep letting demons into our world!” Celine argued furiously but none of you were listening to her anymore.

Zoey even rolled her eyes, “Yeah yeah…”

While their voices trailed off into the house, you and Rumi led the boys into the den where you proceeded to take all the pillows and blankets within reach and dumped them on the ground. The two of you then proceeded to faceplant in the pile with twin groans of emotional exhaustion.

You and Rumi were rung out.

Coming here, you had expected backlash from Celine, especially with your more prominent demon features. However, you had decided to yourself that you would quietly fade into the background for the weekend so you, the boys, and the girls could look for answers peacefully. It hurt that the woman who had raised you could only see you as your demon lineage, but you would deal so you wouldn’t make waves.

But seeing the boys and Mira and Zoey stand up for you and Rumi so vehemently, reassuring yourself that your treatment from Celine wasn’t right? You realized you had fallen back into bad habits.

‘Fade into the background?’ You thought you were done doing that.

It was also a slap in the face to realize all the damage the woman had done to your and Rumi’s relationship.

You had only ever seen that Celine gave much more of her attention and affection to Rumi, supporting her in being the idol she envisioned. Now you could see that it was wrong. Celine had been pushing Rumi into the image of your mother, the memory of her that Celine held onto with a desperate iron grip.

Just like Celine only saw you for your father, Celine just saw Rumi for your mother.

The boys moved around you, setting all of your bags in a corner and plopping down in different spaces around you and Rumi.

Jinu was on Rumi’s other side, one hand reaching over the purple haired girl to massage the back of your neck soothingly.

Hyeon took up the free space at your side, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your shoulder. It was his favorite spot in the whole world.

Kwan somehow shifted the both of you so he could lay under you with you on his chest and yet still not disturbing Hyeon from his spot. You didn’t understand it either.

Jum settled on Hyeon’s other side, using his hyung’s side as a pillow as he stuck a sucker in his mouth and scrolled through his phone. You think he’s going through the pictures you’ve taken together. He likes to send them to you to cheer you up or motivate you.

Chungae was on Jinu’s other side, also using the man’s middle as a pillow. He pulled out the bracelet he had started making during the car ride over to keep his hands busy. Focusing on being there with you and not your horrible Aunt.

“Derpy just sent Celine on her way,” Mira announced as she, Zoey, and Derpy with Sussie perched on Derpy’s shoulder joined them in the den.

“It was strangely satisfying,” Zoey chirped. You were a little concerned that Celine had actually been sent to the arctic but it wasn’t your problem.

Mira and Zoey joined the cuddle pile, nudging everyone to the side so they could be on either side of Rumi, Mira squeezing between you and Rumi and Zoey on the other side between Jinu and Rumi.

Zoey peppered Rumi’s face with kisses, making the older girl smile. Mira, meanwhile, took the tie out of her hair and unraveled the braid, using her nails to massage her scalp and ease the tension headache that had been building. Rumi melted with a content sigh, practically purring.

Derpy tilted his head before deciding to settle over everyone’s legs, purring contently despite you all groaning as your legs became trapped.

As everyone settled into quiet content, you squeaked when Hyeon pressed a soft kiss to the crook of your shoulder where his face rested. You could feel Kwan chuckling beneath you, bouncing you up and down on his chest with the movement.

You ignored him. You reached out in the tangle of bodies until Chungae and Jum, on the edges of the pile, took your hands. Chungae pressed a kiss to the back of it and Jum squeezed the other comfortingly.

And you all just laid there for a good long while. Content.

A/N: I still have plenty of ideas for this series, including a smut and a role reversal AU where the boys are the hunters and you and the girls are the demons, so stay tuned!

I also just tagged the same people from the series so let me know if you want me to remove you from the taglist from here on out now that the series is officially done.

Outtakes:

*Starting Therapy*

You: *Casually Trauma Dumping* “So my aunt had me suppress all my own wants and desires in order to protect my sister because our mother was a demon hunter and then she met our father, a demon, and then they were both killed. And then I recently briefly gave up on humanity and opted to help my five boyfriend sacrifice thousands of souls to their demon overlord.”

The Therapist: *Desperately keeping a straight face* “Uh-huh…”

…

You: *Peacefully singing in the shower*

The Saja Boys and Huntr/x: *Sitting outside the bathroom door to listen*

…

Abby: *Flexing in front of the mirror* “Oh yeah~ I’m looking fine today~”

You: *Opens the door* “…” *Silently judging*

Abby: *Frozen*

You: *Slowly closes the door*

Abby: “Wait! It’s not what it looks like!”

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[cursedbycrossovers]

Help Wanted ≠ Send Sacrifices (Pt. 4)

"SOS MC"

That was the message Babs had received from Tim fifteen minutes ago.

Steph didn't have all the codes memorized, there were a truly ridiculous number of them, but she did know that one.

"SOS: Mind Control"

For once, Steph found herself longing for one of the complex, overly-specific codes, because what did that mean?!

Was it Tim being mind controlled? Civilians? An ally? What were they being mind controlled to do? Was it magic? Aliens? Tech?

There were way too many possibilities, none of them were good, and Steph suddenly felt almost-bad for every time she'd run off without a word and nearly given Tim a heart attack.

"Spoiler? Do you copy?"

"Yeah, O," Steph panted, "Almost there."

The warehouse- and of course it was a warehouse- where Tim's tracker had last pinged was coming into view, and Steph was not slowing down. Tim hardly pinged for help, ever. He wasn't as bad about it as some of the other Bats, but still—

"Spoiler," Barbara began slowly, as if knowing she were entering a losing battle, "When you get there, do not engage. Wait for backup. Nightwing and Batman—"

"Nope," Steph answered easily as she swept toward the conveniently-open window. Depending on what kind of danger Tim was in, they might not have time to wait for backup.

She swung in easily, landing in almost perfect silence on the concrete floor. The shadows covered her entrance, clinging to the walls like mold. The air was stagnant and chilled, like a morgue, but something about it itched at her nose. Even Babs was oddly soundless over the comms.

The room was empty. Not even standard Gotham warehouse empty, the kind with rusty shelves and cardboard boxes full of nothing, but completely empty. Only Steph and the dust occupying the space. She felt the pit in her stomach grow deeper.

Tim wasn't here, and that meant he'd been moved to a secondary location. His chances of survival dropped dramatically.

Steph grit her teeth and rose to her full height, squinting across the barren room. There had to be some sort of clue here– and she was going to find it.

— — —

"B, N, you're going to want to hurry up. Spoiler just went in by herself, and there's some kind of interference on the comms." Oracle's voice kept mostly even, but there was a firmness indicative of stress to it.

Batman made an upset grunt-growl, and Nightwing a wounded noise. They should've known she wouldn't wait for them, but they'd been so caught up in Tim disappearing that they hadn't thought about it. At least Batman and Nightwing weren't going to be too far behind.

Nightwing arrived first, diving in through the window and landing in a roll. He had expected to see all kinds of horrific things, so seeing Spoiler crouching, unharmed, to gently trace something on the floor was a shocking relief.

"There's some kind of marks here, on the stone." Spoiler started without preamble or looking over her shoulder, "It looks like… acid burns? I think they're making some kind of pattern."

Nightwing rose to his feet, pressing a hand to his chest as he came down from the hear-hyperventilation. "Don't scare us like that."

Spoiler glanced slightly back at him with an eyebrow raised. "What? You guys knew I was fine. I left my comms on, despite the risk of lecture."

Nightwing breathlessly shook his head. "We couldn't hear you. Babs said there's some kind of interference."

"Oh." Steph said, feeling a little embarrassed. That made a lot more sense than Babs just giving up on dissuading Steph of her plan.

Nightwing strolled forward, craning his neck down to get a view of what Steph was looking at. A curved, pale line ran under her fingertips, continuing outward in either direction to ultimately form a perfect circle. It was large, hard to see the entirety of it in the dark, and from edge to edge ran these lines, connected to each other by spiky, starlike shapes. The marks themselves had a texture as though whatever made them had been bubbling, yet somehow stayed contained enough to not completely obscure the image.

A feeling of dread began to press down on Nightwing's chest like a stone.

Only years of practice alerted Nightwing when Batman arrived, gliding forward silently as though made of shadow. He glanced down at the symbols on the stone, silent for a long moment as his lips pursed into displeasure.

"I'll call Justice League Dark." He eventually acquiesced.

— — —

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 5

[magicalpuppet]

"Are you new here? I’m new too." What if the one she met wasn't Frank at all?

If somebody is interested in the madness “theory”, I'll put it right under here.

Keep in mind before continuing: this is straight up just a theory/headcanon, I'm gonna share it without any other purpose than having fun theorizing. I put some points you can follow, I am sorry this is gonna be long and crazy.

So, I believe the puppet Julie met could be...Wally.

This whole madness was caused by Julie's story in the video "regard forgetfulness silence"...

The memory The way Julie is speaking seems off to me, as well as the way she recounts her first meeting with Frank.

She "think" that's how she met him, isn't it strange she can't recall precisely how she met the dearest puppet to her?

We know Julie have difficulties with her memory, but she seems to remember stuff that happened when hanging out with Frank, why the most important moment is so unclear to her?

This could mean that she can't remember the interaction correctly and that her memories are being heavily corrupted by something or that the whole thing is made up by someone.

The encounter

Even the encounter is iffy, the puppet she met doesn't seems to speak like Frank Does.

"Are you new here? I'm new too. My name is Frank"

This speech pattern sound more similar to Wally to me.

And after that, she says that he made a corny joke and she laughed at it, we know that Frank is not really the one who tells jokes. Heck, he is not even good at telling them.

You could argue about Wally and jokes too, he's not very skilled at telling them after all, but I can imagine two scenarios: -Him speaking normally and not realizing he is saying something funny to her. (this could apply to Frank too)

-His best friend love to tell jokes and we know that Barnaby encourage Wally to chat and tell jokes to the Neighbors, it could be that noticing she was scared he tried to tell a joke to her.

The fruit basket

Okay now I am really looking into stuff, I know, but why would Frank bring a big fruit basket around? Julie says it's because he was going to say hi to her but we know the friendliest neighbor in the whole place is Wally itself. Wouldn't it make more sense for him to be the one going to say hi?

The fruit basket could also just be related to Wally going out into the woods to paint a still life since he is a painter.

“Was he mad?”

She was worried that "Frank" was mad at her when they met.

Strange, because Frank emotions are very easy to read, he's a very expressive puppet. We also know that when he feel a very strong emotion (like being mad) his head spins. Why she would question it? If it was Wally, his emotions are more difficult to read and it could be that she didn't understood his intentions immediately.

Wally itself

The fact she bring up Wally while recalling Frank's meeting is strange too. She says she met Wally the same day, why not meeting the whole neighborhood then? Maybe it was just them at the beginning and it would make sense in that case.

But Wally comes up at the end of the audio asking "Did all that really happen, Julie?" like he is asking her like all of that was made up or straight up incorrect.

Aaand I'm done! I'm not even sure any of this makes sense to anyone else, but it was stuck with me since the update and I wanted to draw it and share it.

Maybe it was Frank, maybe it was really Wally, maybe it never happened in the first place but... Everything sound too strange to be as the story says.

And don't get me wrong with all of this! I love Frank and Julie relationship a lot, I am not going against them in any way. I like to go deep inside the stories I am following and I speculate a lot about stuff! (Also I wanna apologize if my english is not the best, it's not my first language)

[4-the-l0ve-0f-art]

“The Captain’s beloved…wait, what?!”

Capitano x Gender Neutral Reader one shot

Work count: 2.2k

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship

Rating: General Audiences

Trigger Warnings: none

Summary: The fatui discover that their Captain does, in fact, have a life outside of work and gossip between the ranks ensues. (Cue silly fatui shenanigans)

Ao3 Link

Capitano, the Fatui’s first lord and harbinger, contrary to popular belief, was respected and admired by his platoons rather than feared. There was a widespread misunderstanding both in and outside the organization that the Captain was a harsh and dangerous leader due to his mysterious nature. However, the people who worked under him knew better as they had grown to admire him the more they interacted with him.

He held himself with pride and treated his soldiers the same way he wanted to be treated: with respect and dignity. And in return, they learned the depths of this man’s strategic genius and strength. His strength was unmatched in combat and led his people well with good decision making and training. They could only hope to be as good as him in his various fields of expertise.

He was strict, and quick to discipline unruly fatuus, yes, but that did not stop others under his command from admiring him. And to emphasize this even more, it was clear that his fellow harbingers and even the Tsarista respected him, whether their goals and morals aligned with his or not. However, this made the people around him curious about aspects related to him outside of his work and title. He was a revered public figure and people were naturally curious about his personal life.

This is where you came in. You, his one and only beloved, the only person who held his whole heart in your hands. Not many people knew of this, but the Captain was a gentle man at his core, and you had somehow managed to uncover all of his being and see him fully as himself, without his title, without his strength. You knew this man inside and out, just as he had come to know you. It was a mutual love, one which even he did not know he was capable of feeling, and that made him all the more enamored with you.

This, however, people did not know. So you can imagine the surprise on their faces when you, an ordinary civilian, came to the Zapalyarny Palace and asked for directions to the Captain’s office. The clerk at the desk looked at you blankly, as if she were staring at an anomaly. This prompted you to try and explain yourself.

“..I’m here to drop off his lunch. So, if you don’t mind..?” You asked.

No response. The blank stare continued.

You already knew that you looked out of place in this grand palace with no Fatui uniform or mask on. But you were determined to make sure your beloved got his lunch, which you had specifically decided to make for him that day as a special treat for how hard he had been working while preparing for a business trip to Natlan.

“Excuse me..?” You said a little louder this time. That seemed to snap her back to reality.

“You cannot enter this place, only authorized personnel are allowed inside. If you’d like to meet our lord, please book your appointment accordingly.” She replied on autopilot, as if she’d rehearsed the same sentence multiple times.

“I’m sorry, I know you have your duties, but I’m here just to drop off his lunch. You can check with him yourself if you’d like..”

“He’s busy at the moment, please leave your package here and we will deliver it to him.” She replied. It seemed like you were being studied like a suspicious person who was attempting to sneak in.

Fair enough.. you thought. I was hoping I would get to spend a few minutes with him and see how he was holding up at work but that can wait till he’s home. And she’s not wrong, I did drop by without notice, so it makes sense for them to be suspicious.

Fatui soldiers passing by had also been glancing at the ongoing conversation at the front desk, eyeing the lunch box wrapped in patterned cloth in your hands with raised eyebrows. You decided to leave the food there, getting one last word in before leaving.

“If you could, please make sure it reaches him soon. It’s his favorite meal and I would prefer it didn’t go cold before he ate it.”

And then everyone watched as your ordinary self left, unaware of the number of eyes on you.

…

A pyroslinger skirmisher stationed near the entrance asked dumbfoundedly, “Did..did they just say that was the Captain’s favorite meal? Our lord harbinger?”

A cryogunner skirmisher who had also watched the whole thing go down as he clocked in asked another question right after, in the same state of confusion as the previous fatuus. “..Has anyone seen them around before? They don’t look like someone who would be seen standing next to Lord Capitano.”

And as the just as confused clerk left the scene towards his office with your goods in hand, excited chatter filled the halls.

Chaos would be the right word for it. You had left chaos in your wake with a simple visit to his workplace.

…

That night, as you and Capitano settled in to relax in your shared home after a long day of work, you asked him how his lunch was.

“It was delicious, my love.” He replied, gently caressing your face with his hands while looking down at you through his mask. “It felt like a treat to have your home cooked meal at work. You didn’t have to, but thank you. It made my day.”

You smiled and took his hands in yours as you nuzzled into his touch. “I’m glad you liked it. I was going to give it to you myself but I couldn’t enter the place.”

“You should visit more often. I’ll let the security personnel know to let you enter so you can come and go as you like.” He paused, clearing his throat. “..Seeing you in the middle of a long day would bring me relief.”

You felt slightly flushed at his straightforward choice of words. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you being so..open with me. But I like it, of course. I would like that as long as I’m not disturbing you at work.”

Capitano chuckled. It was like the angels decided to bless you today, really. “I will always make time for you, my love. Just as you do for me.”

You beamed. “Okay, okay, let’s get some sleep now, Mr. Loverman. We still have work tomorrow in case you’re forgetting.”

A kiss on the forehead and the rustling of sheets was all you heard before you were whisked away to dreamland.

…

Unbeknownst to you and Capitano, however, word about you spread like wildfire across the next few days between the excited fatui soldiers. Some from even the different departments under the other harbingers might’ve heard. The person who looked like a civilian, dropping lunch packed in pretty cloth for their Lord did not go unnoticed.

This was the only time someone unrelated to work had been seen asking for their Captain and questions about your relation to him were on the tip of everyone’s tongue during break times.

Two fatuus gossiped as they watched the Captain spar in training with his fellow soldiers, admiration evident in their eyes.

“Someone dropped off lunch for him? I thought he would be too busy having meals with high rankers from across Teyvat.”

And after a short pause the other replied, “Dude, hold on, does he even eat? I thought he was superhuman or something.”

“I know you’re dumb, but I didn’t know you were that dumb, my guy.”

“Hey! Just saying… anyway, are we even sure the people weren’t hallucinating when they saw the person drop lunch off for him?”

“I heard it was his favorite meal, freshly cooked, apparently. Who knows, man? Maybe it was a fan or something. Our lord does have a pretty big following, y’know.” The fatuus stated proudly.

Their lively chatter continued until they were called back into training.

…

A few days later, as soon as you found the time, you decided to visit Capitano at work with yet another home cooked meal. You wanted to make most of your time with him before he traveled to Natlan and having meals together would be a good way to wind down a little.

You entered the palace yet again, determined to meet him this time. It should be fine, right? He did say he would inform them..

And as you had hoped so, he did, in fact, inform them. As soon as the same clerk from before saw you, it seemed like her eyes were bulging out of her sockets. All you had to do was reach the desk and she confirmed your name and led you to the training grounds, where he was currently working. It seemed like some sort of training session was in the works, with all kinds of combat taking place between the soldiers in the distance.

Before you could ask her if you were even allowed to enter this place, she bowed and hurried back in the direction of the front desk. The strange behavior didn’t go unnoticed by you but now you had to find your way to Capitano across the opposite side of the field. Since you were here at last, why not just see things through?

The middle of the field was the most densely occupied with various people fighting in different groups, while what you recognised as skirmishers were practicing their aim at dummy targets on the right side. The soldiers were hard at work even in the harsh everlasting winter of Snezhnaya. The left side of the field, however, seemed less crowded compared to the rest as people seemed to be setting up their gear or resting. Your Captain, opposite to you across the field, was busy conversing with a group of soldiers who seemed to be listening to him attentively.

You decided your best option was to take the left side. It would be easier to walk through the calm atmosphere over there.

As you made your way through the crowd, people started to notice you. They were pretty intimidating with their weapons and muscled bodies at display so you decided to be extra careful to not bump into anyone and quickly made your way across, and as you got closer, Capitano’s voice became clear.

“The heat in Natlan will be unbearable. You will be stationed in the wild all day, so make sure you have the appropriate supplies to get you through the day. It is of the utmost importance that...what, what is it? Why are you all staring at me like that?”

The group’s attention shifted from him to you, as you stood behind him and tapped his shoulder.

“Capitano, do you have a moment..?” You asked as he turned around, his armor clinking from the movement.

“Oh, my love!” He exclaimed in a soft voice. “What brings you here? Hold on, let's get you back inside. You’ll catch a cold here.”

The group (and everyone nearby) watched in complete awe as his demeanor from before completely switched from authoritative to somewhat… joyfull? Was Lord Capitano being affectionate?

“I brought you lunch, but I can leave it in your office if you’re busy right now.” You said hurriedly, not wanting to keep him busy.

“No, that won’t do, my love.” He took the package from you and placed his hand on your back. “Eat with me inside.”

He then turned back to the group, who jolted straight up at his sudden change. “Finish the supply preparations once you’re done training. All of you are dismissed.”

“Y-yes, my lord!” They replied in unison and bowed. And yet again, they watched in awe as he guided you back inside the palace, ever so gently, one hand on your back and the other carrying a box wrapped up in a floral patterned cloth. A stark contrast to his all black and blue outfit.

…

As soon as both of you were out of sight, chaos erupted yet again, more loudly this time, with multiple voices talking over the other.

“”My love?” Did he just call them “my love?” Did I hear that right?!”

“What was that? What did we just witness?”

“That was so romantic, holy shit! Was that the same person we take orders from everyday? What the hell?!”

“DID THE LORD HARBINGER JUST… GET VISITED BY THEIR SPOUSE?”

“I thought that ring on his finger was for fashion…”

And that is how they found out that their beloved Captain, who seemed to have no soul outside of his work, was a married man with a loving spouse.

This proceeded to be the hottest gossip in the Fatui for the rest of the month, until they discover more about you from another future visit.

…

BONUS:

Sitting in the privacy of his office, you enjoyed your meal together.

“..You seem to work with very strange people, Capitano.” You said to him.

“Do I? How so?” He asked before you fed him a bite.

“Hm.. actually, nevermind. It would be even stranger if they weren’t strange, considering they work with you.” You chuckled.

You enjoyed your time together and went back home, leaving your beloved in confusion from your conversation, and the sight of you fondly feeding him for him to think about for the rest of the day.