#everything else is just implementation details

[remade-like-bread]

listen we can't cut scope on the deliverable, so the milestone will need to slip if we want to hit our KPIs. yeah, no, the data team A/Bed it, and anyway the latest 360 says writer team satisfaction absolutely tanks if we cut any features. I mean, they're writers, of course it was too many. but overambitious quarterly roadmapping is above my pay grade. take it up at retro.

playing a new game where i talk about fandom using words that belong on corporate powerpoint slides like:

✨ we have to align our headcanons to authentically reflect our strategic mission and meet quarterly margin objectives ✨

sorry to everyone who understood that

[ruvviks]

i love writing

[monzabee]

the cold shoulder - a. hotchner

criminal minds masterlist || part of the nanny series

Summary: hotch’s nanny has been icing him out, he can’t figure out why!  

Pairing: aaron hotchner x nanny!reader

Word Count: 3k  

Warnings: the word shit is used like twice, silent treatment, jack is on reader’s side, clueless hotch 

Author’s Note: okay i was supposed to get out some requests tonight, but i am so sick that i can barely think, so this is my i'm sorry fic to all of you!

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

Ever the man of order, you know Hotch likes to have a set order in his life—and at his house. Not the military kind which would raise all the little hairs on your neck, no. But the kind where everything is set to a routine. It’s something he has asked you to implement with his son.  

It’s something you’re not particularly fond of, especially being the spontaneously chaotic person you are in Hotch’s eyes, but you suppose it provides a security blanket for Jack. Jack knows his routine well. He knows that on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school, he needs to get ready for soccer practice. He knows that his homework needs to be done before 6 PM, so that he can watch some TV. And most importantly, he knows that he should be in bed by 8.30 PM, even if his father is away though he also knows that his dad will probably wake him up if he’s late just to ask him about his day, but if not, he will at least give him a goodnight kiss.  

And so, Aaron Hotchner likes order and routine. So does his son. You don’t particularly care for it, and so you decide to make it his problem. 

The house is quiet, way too quiet when Hotch makes it home. He looks at his watch to check the time—12.07 AM. He’d expect you to be watching TV in the living room or perhaps reading one of your romance novels he likes to tease you about, but you are nowhere to be found. You are not in the kitchen, or the laundry room, or anywhere else Hotch can think of other than your room. And since barging into your room to check if you are okay or not is not an option, he retreats into his own room after giving Jack a goodnight kiss. 

The next morning, however, he wonders if he’s entered an alternate universe. To start things off, Jack is giving him the cold shoulder—which is weird, considering he never does, and so are you. He watches the both of you eat your bowls of cereal and sharing Jack’s comic book. He’s telling you about the context, and what happened in an earlier issue, and you’re listening to him with your undivided attention. Secondly, you are dressed. And though Aaron Hotchner is the epitome of propriety, he is also a man. A man, who has seen you in your dressing gown every morning since you’ve started working for him. Hotch stares for a moment longer than he should. He’s not used to seeing you like this first thing in the morning—fully dressed, hair done, looking like you’re ready to walk out the door instead of lounging in your usual dressing gown, making coffee while teasing him about his stern morning face. It’s unsettling. 

Hotch clears his throat, setting his coffee mug down a little louder than necessary. Neither of you look up. Jack continues flipping through the pages, explaining every little detail to you in a way that makes Hotch’s heart soften—except for the fact that it’s usually him Jack tells these things to. 

He watches as you nod along, smiling at Jack’s enthusiastic explanations. “That’s pretty cool, buddy,” you say, ruffling his hair. “But what about this guy? He looks kind of shady.” 

“Oh, he is,” Jack replies seriously, turning another page. “But he’s not really a bad guy, just misunderstood.” 

Hotch raises an eyebrow. How ironic. “Jack,” Hotch tries again, keeping his voice even. “You almost ready for school?” 

Jack hums, not looking up. “Yep.” A pause. No ‘good morning, Daddy.’ No excited chatter about his day. Just ‘yep’. Hotch’s brows furrow. His gaze shifts to you, but you’re not even pretending to acknowledge his presence. He takes another sip of coffee, his mind scanning over the last few days. Had he done something? Forgotten something?  

It must be obvious that he’s staring because you finally glance up, meeting his eyes for the briefest second before turning your attention back to Jack. Jack, who after a moment of silence mutters, “Actually, I want Y/N to take me to school today.” He turns to you, puppy eyes in full effect, “Can you?” 

Oh, this is definitely intentional. 

“Sure thing, Jack.” You agree, still not throwing even a single glance at Hotch’s direction.  

Hotch’s jaw tightens, though he keeps his expression neutral. He may be an expert in profiling, but even without any specialized training, it’s painfully clear that both his son and his nanny are icing him out on purpose. And the worst part? He still doesn’t know why. 

He exhales slowly, placing his mug down on the counter with deliberate patience. “Jack,” he starts, keeping his voice measured, “I always take you to school.” 

Jack shrugs, flipping another page in his comic. “I want Y/N to take me today, she already said she would, so there shouldn’t be any problem,” he says simply, as if that explains everything. 

Hotch’s gaze flickers between you and his son, trying to piece together the silent rebellion unfolding before him. Jack’s stubborn set of his jaw, the way you won’t even look at him—it’s all too methodical, too intentional. He’s spent years interrogating criminals and reading between the lines, and right now, the message is loud and clear: He messed up. 

But how? 

Jack suddenly slides off his chair, grabbing his backpack from the floor. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth,” he announces, running off toward the bathroom. 

Now it’s just the two of you. 

Hotch waits a beat, watching as you casually continue eating your cereal like you haven’t been icing him out since last night. “Did I do something?” he finally asks. 

You don’t look up. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

Hotch exhales sharply, setting his mug down again. “I would like to know, actually.” 

“Hmm.” You tilt your head, as if considering it. “Too bad.” 

Hotch narrows his eyes slightly. “Y/N.” 

You finally look up at him, expression neutral. “Aaron.” 

The way you say his name sends a shiver down his spine, and not in the way it usually does. He’s used to your teasing, even occasional flirting that he so indulgently returns sometimes. But right now, your voice is cold, and even uncaring. “I get the feeling I’m in trouble,” he says slowly, carefully. 

You smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Wow, you are a profiler.” 

Hotch presses his lips into a thin line, his patience thinning. He watches as you get out of your place and bring both bowls to the sink. Hotch crosses his arms, leaning back against the counter. “So you are punishing me.” 

You shrug, still not looking at him. “I just think it’s funny.” 

His eyes narrow slightly. “Funny how?” 

You hum thoughtfully, finally shutting off the faucet and drying your hands. “Oh, nothing. Just funny.” You glance over at Jack in the other room, then back at Hotch, a ghost of a smirk on your lips. “You’ll figure it out.” 

That is not what he wants to hear. “Y/N—” 

Jack comes bounding back into the kitchen before he can press further, swinging his backpack over his shoulder. “Ready!” 

“Let’s hit the road then,” you say, ruffling his hair before grabbing your keys. 

Hotch watches as Jack slips past him without so much as a goodbye, the silent treatment continuing in full force. He clenches his jaw, resisting the urge to call his son back. Instead, his gaze flickers back to you. You offer him a parting smile—sweet, smug, and just a little too satisfied. And just like that, you and Jack are out the door, leaving Hotch standing alone in his own kitchen, frustration brewing. 

He hates not knowing. But one thing is certain. 

He messed up. And now he has to figure out how. 

After a long day of paperwork, and Dave’s unrelenting teasing, he is glad to be back at home. Though after what happened earlier in the day, he is still frustrated because he is nowhere close to figuring out what he has done wrong to warrant a cold shoulder from not only his son, but also you. He’s not used to feeling like a stranger in his own house, but that’s exactly how he feels right now. 

Jack’s school bag is tossed on the living room couch, and the TV is playing some old movie on low, the sound barely reaching him. He doesn’t see you at first, but then he hears the soft sound of your voice from the kitchen. He hesitates for a moment at the doorway, just watching. You’re standing with your back to him, rinsing out a mug, the gentle sound of water filling the quiet space between you as you continue talking to Jack about his day. He is standing on a step stool next to you, dutifully drying the items you place onto the drying rack. 

You don’t turn around when you hear his footsteps, but the smallest shift in your posture tells him that you’re aware of him. Jack, at least acknowledges him by giving him a shy smile, but then he silently giggles as he hides his face on your shoulder. 

“I thought you’d still be working,” you say, your tone casual, but there’s an edge to it that makes him bristle slightly. 

“I finished up early,” Hotch replies, his voice coming out flat despite his best attempt at sounding normal. He steps further into the kitchen, watching you carefully, trying to gauge the situation, but you continue washing the dishes as if he hasn’t just walked in after a long day.  

You let out an acknowledging hum, turning to Jack as you mumble, “Why don’t you wash your hand before dinner, buddy?” 

Hotch’s eyes narrow slightly, but he doesn’t say anything as you continue to direct Jack through the small tasks of getting ready for dinner. It’s clear that you’re not rushing to acknowledge him, and it’s starting to gnaw at him. He’s trying to keep his frustration in check, but the silence between you two, the distance, is apparent. 

Jack obediently hops off the step stool, his little feet padding across the floor toward the bathroom, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen. The sound of running water follows Jack’s footsteps, but neither of you move. Hotch clears his throat, trying to shake off the unease that’s settling deeper into his chest. “I’ve been thinking about this morning.” 

You don’t respond right away. Instead, you place a dish into the drying rack, your movements deliberate, a little slower than usual, as if giving yourself time to consider how you want to react. Finally, you turn to face him, but your eyes don’t quite meet his. They flicker just past him, the tension between you two growing thicker. 

“I’m sure you have,” you say, your voice now cooler than it was earlier that morning. 

“Have I done something wrong?” He asks, the frustration he’s been bottling up all day creeping into his voice. “Are you mad at me?” 

You take a step back, leaning against the counter, arms crossed loosely over your chest.  “I don’t know, did you do something to make me mad?” You ask, confusing him even further. “Because then, I am. But if you didn’t I am not.” 

“I... didn’t?” He says, though it comes out more as a question, rather than the answer you are looking for. 

“Then I am not mad, Mister Hotchner.” You turn back, moving along the counter to focus on attention on the salad you’re making, but he hears the faint words you murmur under your breath.  

Grump. 

Hotch exhales through his nose, pressing his lips into a tight line. This is getting ridiculous. He’s interrogated criminals with less patience than this, and yet, here he is, standing in his own kitchen, being toyed with like a rookie. “You’re punishing me,” he states. It’s not a question. 

You barely react, slicing a cucumber with precise, measured movements. “Am I?” 

“Yes,” he says firmly. “And I still don’t know why.” 

You hum, noncommittal. “That sounds like a you problem, boss.” 

Not ‘Boss Man’. Not ‘Mister Hotchner’. Boss.  

Hotch narrows his eyes. Oh, you’re enjoying this. That little smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, it’s subtle, but it’s there. You want him to figure it out, to put the pieces together like one of his cases. But unlike his cases, he doesn’t have evidence to go off of, just silence, side-eyes, and Jack’s very deliberate allegiance to your cause. He thinks back to the last few days, replaying conversations, interactions—anything that might have set this in motion. But nothing stands out. 

“What did I do?” he asks again, voice lower now, controlled but edged with frustration. 

You finally look at him, really look at him, and for a split second, he thinks you might crack. But instead, you shake your head with a soft, almost pitying sigh. “I expected more from you.” 

Ouch. That lands harder than it should. He doesn’t know why, but it does. 

Before he can press further, Jack’s footsteps echo back into the kitchen, and just like that, the moment is gone. “Can I help with anything else?” Jack asks, grinning up at you. 

“Nope, we’re all set, buddy,” you reply, ruffling his hair. “Let’s get dinner on the table.” 

Hotch clenches his jaw, watching as Jack pulls out plates and hands them to you, watching as you smile at his son while still barely acknowledging his presence. He watches the two of you chat jovially over dinner about your day. He can’t figure out what he did, and he can’t get answers from either of you—it's ridiculous. He’s interrogated grown people, hardened criminals, the worst of humankind, actual serial killers, yet he’s defeated by his son and nanny.  

Hotch spends the rest of dinner in frustrated silence, chewing over the events of the past day like a case file he just can’t crack. You and Jack chat like normal—well, mostly normal, considering that ‘normal’ would typically include him. But tonight, it's like he’s on the outside looking in. 

And he hates it. 

After dinner, Jack clears his plate without being asked and, for the first time in a long time, doesn’t ask his dad to help him brush his teeth. Instead, he turns to you. “Y/N, can you help me get ready for bed?” 

Hotch doesn’t miss the deliberate way his son avoids looking at him. The kid is committed. “Of course, buddy, I’ll come up,” you reply, sending Hotch a quick glance, one that carries the unmistakable glint of you still don’t get it, do you? before you follow Jack up the stairs. 

Hotch exhales sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. The interrogation tactics continue. Fine. He collects the dishes, rinsing them with the efficiency of a man who needs to do something with his hands, all while replaying every interaction he’s had with you and Jack over the past twenty-four hours. 

And then it hits him. 

The cookies. 

More specifically, the cookie disaster. Last night, you and Jack had decided to bake cookies. From scratch. A seemingly innocent activity, except it had unfolded like an organized crime scene—flour dusted over the counters, chocolate chips everywhere, and Jack, laughing the entire time as he got more ingredients on himself than in the mixing bowl. 

And Hotch… had not been amused. 

He had walked into the kitchen, exhausted from case reports, only to find his once-pristine space looking like a sugar-fueled tornado had torn through it. He’d sighed, run a hand through his hair, and muttered something about how some people actually like having a clean kitchen. 

Jack had immediately looked guilty. You, on the other hand, had raised an eyebrow and said, “Some people actually like to have fun, too.” 

And that was it. No yelling, no actual scolding—just Hotch being the grumpy, tired, neat-freak dad, accidentally dampening the excitement of a six-year-old and the very fun nanny who was clearly keeping score. Hotch exhales through his nose, pressing his lips into a thin line. Well. That explains this little rebellion. 

Later that night, when the house is quiet, he finds you downstairs in the kitchen, scrolling through your phone as you sip from your usual mug. You don’t acknowledge him when he walks in. 

That’s fine. He has a plan. 

Wordlessly, Hotch reaches up to the highest cabinet, where Jack can’t reach, and pulls down a Tupperware container. He sets it on the counter with a quiet thud before popping off the lid. 

Inside are the cookies from last night. The ones he had, admittedly, grumbled about. The ones Jack had been so excited to make. The ones you had deliberately left untouched on the counter after dinner. 

You finally glance at him, unimpressed. 

Hotch picks up a cookie, inspecting it like he’s analyzing evidence. Then, he takes a slow, deliberate bite. And—okay. They’re good. Not just edible, but actually really good. But that’s not the point. 

He chews, swallows, then, without looking at you, he mutters, “Best cookies I’ve ever had.” 

There’s a beat of silence. Then—  

“You’re full of shit.” He hides his smirk behind another bite. “You’re so full of shit,” you repeat, but your voice is lighter now. 

“Language,” he murmurs, which only makes you roll your eyes. But then, finally, you smile. It’s small, but it’s there. A crack in the ice. A sign that the war is almost over. Hotch picks up another cookie, handing it to you. You hesitate for a second, then take it. “So…" he starts, feigning innocence, "does this mean you’ll stop weaponizing my own child against me?” 

You take a slow bite, considering. “Maybe.” 

“Maybe?” He raises an eyebrow. 

You shrug, chewing thoughtfully. “Depends.” 

"On?" 

You tilt your head, eyes gleaming with amusement. “On whether or not you help clean next time.” You pause for a second, “And you have to apologize to Jack, too.” 

Hotch exhales a laugh, shaking his head as he leans back against the counter. “Done.” 

You smirk, holding up your cookie in mock cheers. "Then I suppose I could forgive you, Mister Hotchner." 

The war is over.  

For now. 

[csuitebitches]

Things I Have to do for My Sanity

1. Wake up at the first alarm - no snoozing and no going lying around in bed. Getting up straight away and head to the bathroom. It’s going to suck initially but you’ll get used to it in a few days.

2. Mental self care: 30 minute meditation, brain games mental math, reading, news. Knowledge is sexy and don’t deny yourself sexiness.

3. Daily review in my diary at the beginning and end of my day: what went well, what didn’t, what I need to accomplish to achieve my goals. This has tremendously helped my goals and keeping my motivation more consistent, especially at work. Analysing and correcting incremental changes creates long term success.

4. Cleaning up before bed - clothes, shoes, organising my bag, etc. I set a timer for 5 minutes and try to get as much done as possible.

5. Pick out my clothes the night before and steam iron them for the next day.

6. Face masks twice a week, a hair mask once a week, I scrub the soles of my feet with that foot scrubbing thingy once a week. Manicures every month because my nail beds are too sensitive to do it biweekly, iron supplements so that I’m not a moody bitch. Matching underwear to feel good about myself. Lavender spray on my pillow before sleeping so that I don’t get weird dreams.

7. Reading biographies and autobiographies. My mentor had suggested this to me and it’s amazing how literally I don’t have a single original experience - everything I’ve felt or mistakes I’ve made have already been done by someone else.

I’m going to curate a list of business books that I feel that have helped me the most recently.

8. I write a short essay everyday in the language I’m currently learning. I also end my day by talking about my day for at least 2 minutes in that language and I record it in voice memos to keep a track of my progress. I want to be fluent to a level where I can think in this language.

✨

I don’t generally share a lot about my personal life - none of you know my name or where I’m based and I feel comfortable doing that. But I do want to start giving out more insights to what I’m doing personally in my career - the good, the bad, the ugly.

Being self aware and honest to myself has helped me improve a lot. I know that shame is my Achilles heel, so now I’m reading books to combat that. I’ve caved in and decided to try therapy for a bit to see if what I’m doing is useful or not. My first session is tomorrow. Staying disciplined was my initial hurdle but the systems I’ve set (waking up early + habit stacking) have helped me slowly overcome that.

Work side, I’ve started establishing myself publicly more. I don’t want to reveal too much about what I do exactly but the good news is that our biggest competitor has noticed my progress (a former employee of that company came to us for an interview and directly asked our top management about me). It’s been 4 months that I’ve been working here but I know that next year I really have to swing the bat and hit a home run. I’ve decided to work on the field more and less in the office to really understand people’s needs and create unique solutions.

The daily/weekly/quarterly diary is definitely credited to my recent wins. That’s the biggest change I’ve made in my routine and i can already see that it’s working well. I’m going to continue refining and implementing that method.

Recent work methods I’ve decided to start working on (I’m not required to do these but I do it for my growth):

1. I’ve started studying popular companies’ business and revenue models in detail. Everything is adoptable and adaptable, you just have to figure out how to tweak something for your company’s clients and needs. Now I’ve decided that I want to keep a track of our competitors, their business models, their owners names, pricing strategy, their target audience etc etc on an excel sheet so that I’m aware with what’s happening in the market. 

2. I’ve started making client profiles. Every time I meet a client, I note down their name, the company name, what they were like, anything specific they seemed to like or want, how much they had paid us for a service, what their paying capacity could be, etc. 

[what-even-is-thiss]

Speaking of politics, would you have any advice on becoming more politically aware? I've been trying to read the newspapers more and watching news and looking up stuff I'm not familiar with. Is that a good start? There's just so much I don't know. It feels like jumping in season 15 of Grey's anatomy without watching any previous seasons

That’s a great start! But if you want to be fully caught up on the previous seasons the first step is to make sure you understand whats going on right now is to understand the basics.

Make sure you understand fully the structure of all levels of government that have authority over you. How your national government works, how your state or provincial government works, how your local governments work.

Next, try to understand major political parties. What they say they believe in, what their opponents say they believe in, roughly what their history looks like and how they’ve changed over time.

The next step is to understand major media sources. Almost every media source has a place they generally fall on the political spectrum. Almost every media source also has someone funding them. Knowing how your sources are funded and where they stand politically will tell you what their biases are and help you more easily compare information.

Once you have an intuitive understanding of these basics then it becomes a lot easier to research stuff you don’t understand and more fully understand what proposed policies will mean if they’re implemented.

It’s also a good idea to roughly understand the governmental structures of countries that your country is allied with or your major trade partners with because they’ll often come up in the news. It’s not necessary to understand them as in depth as your own country but it’s good to have at least a rough idea of how things operate. Because international relations are also a part of local politics.

If you’re in the US, AP News is a good relatively non partisan news source if you only have the time to check one thing. A lot of local newspapers buy articles from AP News which themselves can skew left or right so they’re generally a trusted source by people on all different points of the political spectrum. But like anyone else they’re not totally free from bias so if you’re confused about something it’s always good to compare sources.

You don’t need to understand every single detail about everything. Having a rough idea of what’s going on in most aspects is good enough that you know where to look more in depth into things when they confuse you.

It’s great that you’re trying to become more politically aware! I encourage that! Remember to not rely on social media for your news.

[merrycrisis-if]

So is merry crisis not gonna be an if anymore but rather a vn? What does that mean for its progress? I'm a bit worried tbh...

Also i thought you were working alone on it but you keep saying "we" in your new monsoon games posts? I'm genuinely confused about everything. Maybe i missed smth...

Heya! Super fair question, and I get where you're coming from. I love Merry Crisis as it is right now, and I know how concerning it may be to see me spending time "fixing something that ain't broke".

I just want to emphasise two things that I think might reassure you somewhat:

I'm very much still focusing on writing Merry Crisis above all else, and that's always going to be my priority. (I love writing first and foremost!)

That said, I've been giving it a lot of thought, and I do truly believe that my vision for Merry Crisis leans more toward visual novel than it is fully text-based; the reason why I started with COG/HG is simply that it was the thing that got me into Interactive Fiction, and the only language I knew 2 years ago. Now, 2 years later, I can genuinely say that my coding/programming skills have improved, and discovering Ren'py really clicked. Like, I feel in my bones that this is the form of the story that I want to tell, and I'm glad to have it in my arsenal/as one of my options now.

On the second point, I hope it at least counts for something that I am not making the decision lightly, and I genuinely think that when you guys see it in the form I'm imagining, you'll love it too/be as excited as I am. More details / answers to the rest of your questions below the cut.

I'm still going to be focusing on writing merry crisis while I find artists- and even when I do settle on artists, since I won't be the one doing the art (thankfully), writing progress should still be made at the same(ish) speed.

That said, porting to a visual novel format does require a fair amount of editing, and yes, I will need to balance that with writing new content.

As for the actual details of implementation and what language/format I will be updating in, I am currently writing the new chapter in choicescript, and it will be updated in that format for 1 more chapter at least (possibly more). Hope that answers things!

[prone-to-fleeting-obsessions]

Dating Sunday Affection hc's

I have now played 2.2, no spoilers though

If you're the kind of person that really likes spontaneity, Sunday probably isn't the person for you...

He's got about five itineraries going at once

What meals are being prepared, the clothing you'll wear through the week, exactly what days chores need to be done on, all on top of his meetings and other droning work

So, pretty much all dates and outings are preplanned down to the most insignificant details, ensuring everything runs perfectly

Sunday needs control of his environment

Any little hitch could be a potential threat to your safety!

Chances are, most of the outings and time spent together outside of your shared home, is done in the dreamscape, where he has complete control

Lovely little picnics with the most exquisite view of the beautiful dreamscape sky, or any view you want really, will be off limits to everyone else (except maybe a few trusted dreamweavers, in order to ensure nothing happens)

He's an anxious mess, though he hides it well, every time anyone else approaches you for any reason, his arm around you always, pulling you right into him so he's prepared

That being said, he does truly enjoy going out with you

Walking around the dreamscape, holding your hand or linking arms as he watches all of your perfect reactions with a soft smile, tightening his hold a little when he worries you might run off...

His eyes rarely leave your face in those moments, as if trying to memorize every little micro expression

"I'm merely curious on what you find most pleasing. We're always looking for guest feedback, love." He'll tell you with a reassuring little quirk of his lips, as if his eyes don't soften every time you smile

He's partly true to his word, taking mental notes of everything you like to implement it further, and maybe even make a particular little slice of the dreamscape all for you

One where you can live happily forever, with every little thing you could ever want... It consumes his mind most waking hours

Affection wise he's always very reserved in public, and even embarrassed easily in private at the beginning

That fades soon enough, with him happily taking every opportunity to remind you how much he loves your sweet smile

He unconsciously covers the two of you kissing with his wings, as if creating a little shield, even in private

His wings in particular are known to show his emotions far more than his practiced expressions, twitching and fluttering and even flapping right in front of his face when surprised

When annoyed they'll fluff a little, and when really angry they look as sharp as blades

In public he usually kisses your hand, looking up into your eyes while doing so in a way that feels far too intimate

A lot of his public acts are subtle, adopting your walking pace, keeping a close eyes on your heart rate, gently guiding you when you stray a bit, glaring at anyone who gets too close

He'll probably always default to big spoon, to holding you and comforting you and dote on you

He just wants your happiness, your satisfaction, your safety...

Everything he does is for you

During the beginning of your relationship, he tenses at every little unexpected noise

Being the partner of a powerful figure can be dangerous!

It's not his fault he lays awake at night, watching your breath with unblinking eyes, grappling with these horribly overwhelming feeling of desperation

You need to be safe. You need to be safe.

He's not particularly fond of having his eyes off of you, but the eyes of trusted bodyguards will have to suffice for when he has no choice...

This is especially true with the fear of "death" in the dreamscape at it's peak... You won't spend a single second out of his sight, if he lets you enter the dreamscape at all

The strong should protect the weak, it's his responsible to protect you, in every way possible, no matter what, forever...

He loves you, an overwhelming amount, a truly heartbreakingly tragic amount

No matter what, he hopes you'll love him too

[madraynesims]

The Sims 2 PSP Cut Content: Part 1

I had been looking for the best way to implement this info on the Sims Wiki (but these are cut Sims, so there's not really a place for them? Or maybe someone else can do it). I've also been working on some videos talking about them. (I love watching these types of videos and prefer that visual format) but at this rate who knows when I'll finish it. So here we go! If you love Strangetown and crave any ounce of lore that you can get like me, here's a few townies. They even have their own secrets! Please read p6tgel's post to get all the info about the cut character TA7, everything I know about him is over there, so I don't have anything to add here. All I'm going to say is... I remember wanting to find out so badly who Mister Smith's friend was after playing The Sims 2 PSP for the first time. I'm so glad they actually did add more to the story. Learning more about the alien society and getting another title (like Pollination Technicians) just makes me want a Sixam neighborhood even more lol go read about it!!

Missing Kine Society Cult Members

Tunak Tun

Tunak is the only cut character that I could find photo evidence of in an old screenshot. He is a cut Kine Leader (like Sara Starr), as seen in his brown robe talking to Bull Dratch. The schedule file for the Kine Dairy indicates that Tunak would have spawned only during the day.

Unfortunately, it's a view of his back, but his character file confirms this appearance. (just want to say... the details on the Kine robes are actually beautiful. The crunched down quality we got in the final release makes them look like rags) Gender: 0 = female, 1 = male. The eye color is only specified if they're not the default brown. (I'll be using the Sims 2 PC to recreate them, as it shares a lot of assets with the PSP version)

Tunak Tun's Details

Bio: "A member of the Kine Society." social = 7, intimidation = 1, personality = 1, His social and intimidation scores are on the lower end for Deadtree locals, so social games aren't as difficult. He has the Air personality type. His topic sets (interests) are cow, cow milk, cow bell, cow beast, full moon, and crystal ball. A visual of these:

Tunak Tun's Secrets

 (Personal): "Has been known to sneak in a burger or two on the sly."

 (Intimate): "Likes to wear loose robes for that 'fresh and ventilated' feeling."

 (Dark): "He actually just made up his other two Secrets. He's a pathological liar."

According to the game code, Tunak Tun would also count towards the goal to "Earn the Trust of a Kine Leader [Relationship 4]", just like Sara Starr and Sinjin Balani.

Zen Mu

Zen Mu is regular Kine Society member that wears a white robe. The schedule file for the Kine Dairy indicates that Zen would have spawned only during the night.

I went through every face template available in the Sims 2 PSP CAS and I can't find Zen Mu's (might be hidden like some hairs/clothes are) and I don't see the stubble hair in the PC version.

Zen Mu's Details

Bio: "A member of the Kine Society." social = 7, intimidation = 1, personality = 2, Their social and intimidation scores are on the lower end for Deadtree locals, so social games aren't as difficult. They have the Water personality type. Their topic sets (interests) are cow, cow milk, cow bell, and cow beast. A visual of these:

Zen Mu's Secrets

 (Personal): "Severe lactose intolerance has made her unpopular in the Kine Society."

 (Intimate): "She is deathly afraid of cows, but don't let the cows find out … they thrive on fear."

 (Dark): "When she meditates, her power animal is a horse … the highest form of Kine blasphemy."

Interestingly, Zen Mu's gender and character model is male, but all 3 of Zen's secrets uses she/her pronouns. Small fun fact - Personal Kine robe for the player: It looks like we would have received our own kine robe at one point, probably after passing inspection, according to the item list file (item 72). Now, we can just go to a wardrobe and buy a robe ourselves.

Extra fun fact that I randomly like to talk about on my twitch streams, but I don't remember if I've said it over here? These two award winning cows were actually given names by the devs in the Kine Dairy level spawning file. Bessie and Gertie! <3

[darkershining]

So, I've had some thoughts/theories of sorts for things that I think might happen in Tetro BLUE, and I wasn't really sure when to share them. I mean, it's only been a few weeks since Tetro PINK's conclusion, so maybe it felt a little early for this? Does that make sense?

However, I know some people have already speculating, and since it looks like we've started getting a few teasers for the character designs and such now, maybe now's a good time for me to share what I've had in mind.

General guesses for things I might see happening:

If somebody becomes aware of the audience, I feel they might have a different interpretation of why we're watching than Hasegawa did, speculating that we're rooting for them, but also having a suspicion that we might be expecting too much of them.

I'm also imagining them somehow trying to pull off some sort of experiment during one of the student spotlights, if they pieced together that that's one of the few times the audience can interact with them in some capacity and that we likely know more about their situation than they do. This may get them in trouble with Monomoko and/or the scientists, though.

At least one of the culprits will attempt to end themselves before their execution can start. They may not succeed, though.

The double murder will happen in either chapter 4 or chapter 5 rather than chapter 3 this time around.

I feel we might get a moment during a particularly bad motive where one of the students will sort of pitch "Hey, maybe we should all just agree to sacrifice one or two people to put an end to this motive?"

For some reason, a scenario where one of the students just kind of goes missing for a while has been on my mind, with no one, not even the viewers knowing where they went for a couple of days or so. Bonus points if the person closest to the missing student ends up dying before learning whether or not their friend was still alive or not. Not sure if I'll necessarily consider this a prediction for something that'll actually happen, but I'll put it here anyways.

Guesses related to specific characters:

I figure the students are going to discover they're not the first group to go through this, and I imagine that Ninomiya will discover what happened to Okazaki. Not sure if he'll necessarily learn why she was executed, though. While his reaction to learning the full story would be interesting, I could also see him dying before learning those details.

At some point, Shingo Hirose is going to have to operate on one of the other students under unusual circumstances.

Adding to the above, there will probably be someone going "Hey, if [Student] dies during the surgery, do we have to execute Hirose?" during this moment.

While I'm still on the topic of Hirose, I feel he might die fairly late into the game? That losing the group's medic before Chapter 5 might make things potentially more dramatic, or whatever?

I think he'll also be a victim, but that may be more due to me really not wanting to find out what kind of horrific execution Dr. Kan would come up with for this guy in particular.

A robot built by Azusa Maekawa will be implemented into someone's plan to murder someone. Not sure if it'll be Maekawa herself, or somebody else, possibly trying to frame her.

I don't necessarily think Osamu is going to pull a Leon, but I feel like he'll at some point have to use his talent in an unexpected way.

For some reason, the scenario "Somebody distracts Mutsuko while she's arguing with another student by ordering a pizza" has been on my mind, so I guess I'll put that in here too.

And I think that's everything I have for now. Since I don't really know these characters yet, there's not much else I feel I can speculate on for now.

[themculibrary]

Logan/Wade Masterlist

All I Want For Christmas is You (Deadpool Edition) (ao3) - jenniferlawrencelover E, 52k

Summary: Wade never thought he would be engaged again.

And he wasn't.

Yet.

Backshots Mountain (By Wade Wilson) (ao3) - 69OldManYaois E, 8k

Summary: Wade and Logan decide to take a little summer vaycay camping trip in the Canadian wilderness. Logan is excited to be back in nature again, but Wade seems a little distracted, something dark gnawing at the back of his mind.

he's a killer queen (ao3) - weedwilson (moobees01), wizardcrowe E, 6k

Summary: Wade and Logan aren't technically dating. As in, they haven't said as much since they first started hooking up, and Wade isn't one to risk losing something good no matter how much he wants more. Which is why it hurts spectacularly when Wade catches Logan reading a dating advice magazine and the man sputters out that he has a date for Valentine's Day. After a short interrogation, Wade resolves to do the only logical thing he can think of: kill Logan's date.

I want to be there for you (ao3) - sultrydolli G, 1k

Summary: After a mission, Logan wants to make sure Wade takes care of himself, but Wade refuses. This suddenly makes Logan feel useless, but why?

Losing All Senses (ao3) - all_the_bats_in_the_world E, 11k

Summary: Logan has super developed senses, yes, it's part of his mutation, so he's always hearing, smelling and seeing even the smallest details. But after the timeripper his senses aren't working properly, still all he can focus on is Wade.

Some porn with feelings fic to help you all pass the time.

Make It Through This Year (If It Kills Me) (ao3) - TheBasilRathbone M, 25k

Summary: After a truly shitty year (several, actually), a trip to the wilderness seemed like a good idea at the time. He's not lonely or isolating himself, he's trying out that self-care thing everything is always yammering on about. Wade just wants to get shit-faced in solitude and vape weed near a tree, so sue him.

But a sudden storm means no heat, no power, no food, no phone reception, and definitely hypothermia. At least it would, if not for the lumberjack a few cabins down who rescues him, grumpily and with great reluctance, like a plaid-wearing superhero.

Red Death & The Werewolverine (ao3) - EroticOmens E, 45k

Summary: Wade's heard stories about the vengeful spirit that's said to watch over the forest since he can remember. He always loved those stories, full of fantasy and violence. Perhaps it's not as far fetched as it all seems. Perhaps this predator is nothing more than a man...a man who needs love like anyone else.

Something stupid (ao3) - MakikoIgami E, 4k

Summary: Logan knows that life isn't going to change for him. He's been through way too many 'life changing' events to know that much. Well, even if they change, they won't do so immediately.

Deadpool & Wolverine end scene extended.

so tell me what you want (what you really, really want) (ao3) - Edgebug E, 7k

Summary: He stops in the doorway like a bird hitting a sliding glass door. "Holy fuck," he blurts out. "What are you doing?"

The oven is on. The timer is set for half an hour. Various bowls and canisters and implements of destruction litter the kitchen. Logan's arms are dusted with white powder, one of them cradling a large bowl and the other wielding a spoon.

Logan casts a glance over his shoulder. "Snorting cocaine," he says bluntly. "Want some?"

(Or: Five Times Logan Treated Wade's Family Like His Own, And One Time Wade Picked Up On What Was Actually Happening)

Subway (B)Rat (ao3) - Icarus_redwings E, 5k

Summary: Wade talks bad about himself and Logan hates this so fucks him nasty in a dirty subway bathroom then carries him home. That's the whole fic!

"You're a fucking moron, you know that?"

"Aww thanks muffin, Oh wait-" He gasps, "Omg wolvie are you about to fuck the shit out of me in a dirty bathroom!?"

"Shh! Not if you don't shut up."

"Loagie you know I can't. It's a medical condition." He says in a dead serious whine.

Sunshine and Whiskey (ao3) - that_one_dead_author E, 40k

Summary: “Oho, there’s number two-oh-seven.” Wade laughs and Logan already knows he’s grinning beneath his cowl. “That fight really got ya goin’ huh?”

Logan hated the way he could feel his cheeks heat up. He snarled, “shut the fuck up, Red.” There was a spray of warm blood against Logan’s knuckles, a breathy groan from Wade sending a shiver down the older man’s spine.

Wade glanced out of a broken window to his right. “Isn’t he cute?” He asked an invisible audience. Logan rewarded him with another stab.

Wade’s attention turned back to Logan, gloved hands grabbing his hips and giving an experimental roll of his hips. Logan’s breath hitched, and Wade had the passing thought that he wanted to swallow the sound.

Tease (ao3) - Eggsymanaha E, 6k

Summary: 5 times Logan teases Wade, and 1 time he follows through.

Basically Wade freaking out over Logan perchance liking him, and Logan having fun messing with him. How the turn tables.

the bucket list (ao3) - mikaminato E, 33k

Summary: Wade loses his mutation and his cancer returns. With only a little time left, he decides to create a bucket list and make the most of his final moments. Together with Logan, he tries to check off every item on the list.

That is, until Logan decides he's not ready to say goodbye just yet.

Wade Wilson's Accidental Guide to Surviving a Valentine's Day Cruise Breakup (ao3) - anderscones M, 106k

Summary: Wade and Logan meet on a week-long Valentine’s Day cruise, dumped by their respective parties at the last minute. The idea of winning every cruise-hosted event and rubbing it in everyone’s faces is like shiny objects to crows for Wade, but he needs a partner to do it successfully. Preferably a beautiful piece of arm candy to shock the haters. Logan just wants to survive this vacation. If he enjoys the thought of his exes getting a little jealous over his budding fake-relationship while he does it?

Well.

That’s between him and Wade.

we got love sure enough (ao3) - ziphiidae M, 30k

Summary: There’s something about the mundane that wrestles with Logan’s mind far more than violence ever has. He’s already proven to himself that he can be a hero. Now it’s time to prove he can once again be someone worthy of trust on a far more personal level. ___

Or, Logan and Wade's bumpy road to domesticity.

[ganondoodle]

so guess what they released more interviews and i think given what a writing shitshow totk was and what they have been saying in all these interviews is actually painting a really bad picture; i dont have the time, nor the energy to go over every detail

but they were commenting on people wanting the more linear format back and aonuma himself basically said that he thinks people who feel like that do so only bc of nostalgia and "Why do you want to go back to a type of game where you're more limited or more restricted in the types of things or ways you can play?"

what .. the fuck, more freedom DOESNT automatically mean better??? like ... restriction can be a GOOD thing just as tooo much freedom can be BAD?? like in totk??? are you fukcing shitting me- what the hell are games even for then, has he had an awakening to the fact that he actually just loves sandbox games without realizing it???? im not playing fucking zelda for a sandbox, especially not when its advertised as a somethign else

its pretty clear that they want to keep this format going with everything they say there, ... maybe it really is over huh

also i hate how they kept talking around answering anything about story/lore; they go asked how ganondorf even connects to ganon since theres nothign about it in game, and all they got out was welllll we dont wanna say anything bc its up to the player; about every question you got the answer of "make somethign up yourself" which is just ... its really clear they dont actually care but dont want to say everything is meaningless actually, so they try to be vague about it and with doing that really just confirm they didnt think about it and they dont care- so no lore actually matters, nothing thats been said or established has any meaning bc they will get rid of it the second it crosses paths with their new -more freedom equals better- philosophy, they say its bc they want you to be "free" to think up anything but apparently dont realize that when there are no rules, no consistent lore or anything that it ROBS it, it stops having meaning, its fun to connect dots only when there are rules you need to work with and dots to connect in the first place, when you have an established world with its restrictions it drives you to think more creatively about things- but when there are no rules?? its fucking boring!! thats what it is!!

when you discard all rules i wont care to get invested into anything bc i know it will not be considered again, be done away with without any reason and wont have influence on coming or previous games ... bc there are no rules, anything is possible and everything can be changed any second, so nothing matters

(they also talked about the many viral videos of those very few dedicated people that make godzilla mechs in totk and how happy they are about that- i get that to some extent, but the way they kept talkign about it really just felt like it confirmed my suspicion that that whole mechanic was mainly implemented to let people do that since that gets shared around en masse making it seem like that is why people enjoy it while neither the game nor the narrative are build around it in any way ..)

it just makes all the time i spend thinking, feeling and theorizing about zelda like a true waste of time, bc nothing matters and there are no rules-

i am someone who greatly enjoys working with and around established lore/rules, its fun to me to recontextulize things by being smart or creative with it all without breaking anything or as little as possible of the established things!

if i wanted to do just do anything i want I COULD HAVE ALREADY DONE THAT bc theres nothing actually stopping anyone to just make up what they want! i DONT need canon to lose all rules for that??!!

maybe ill have to make myself believe the franchise ended with botw on a good note ... ono

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

🌐 The Long and Complicated History of the Time Lords: Part IV – The Birth of the Time Lords

Last time, we watched the Age of Prophecy go down in psionic flames, courtesy of a dead Pythia, a curse, and one very ambitious man who had taken control of Gallifrey. With Gallifrey now sterile, snowed-in by a continuing ice age, and increasingly irritated, something had to change.

Disclaimer: Information on the creation of existence and a whole society is obviously mixed. GIL has waded through many contradictions to provide you with the most cohesive, structured, and key details of how it all came about, but there is room for interpretation.

🧬 The Curse and the Looms

The Curse of the Pythia had rendered the people of Gallifrey sterile and facing extinction. Working with the Other, Rassilon developed a workaround: DNA extraction, biodata stabilisation, and genome weaving through biogenic machines known as Looms.

The early results were chaotic—mutants, demigods, and probable HR violations. These became known as the Special Executive, or more charmingly, the Bastards of Rassilon.

Eventually, Rassilon refined the Looms. The Newborn were humanoid, genetically engineered, and designed to be scientists first, people second. Entire Great Houses formed, with living architecture, fixed family quotas, and bureaucratically ordained Cousins.

'Now, See what we have created. We have built a world of Reason Triumphant. And it is Good.'

-Rassilon

With the Looms operational, the Gallifreyan Empire was quietly dissolved. The colonies were granted independence, and the age of conquest had ended.

💀 The Eternal War & The Death of Vampires (Mostly)

Remember that time Rassilon accidentally let the Yssgaroth[1] into this universe? Yeah, that wasn't over. Gallifrey finally declared war.

The Eternal War began, a massive conflict against the Vampires, the Racnoss, the Great Old Ones, and everything else that couldn't be reasoned with. Gallifreyan bowships and N-Forms were deployed across the galaxy, becoming the stuff of nightmares for some species.

The utterly fab thing about war, however, is its ability to accelerate technological advances. While the Eternal War raged on, Gallifreyans began to develop dimension-hopping technologies, Validium[2], the beginnings of TARDISes, and the start of the Hand of Omega. Rassilon even had time to make his own logo, known as the Omniscate (AKA the Great Seal of Rassilon).

Eventually, Rassilon and Omega sealed up all the holes the Yssgaroth had used to enter. A final confrontation occurred between Rassilon and the Vampire King, during which Rassilon tricked the King and then stabbed him. Severely wounded, the Vampire King retreated to exo-space, and waited to return.

Rassilon returned to Gallifrey as a war hero.

👑Rassilon Takes Control

Now undisputed Lord High President, Rassilon formalised the ruling Triumvirate: himself, Omega, and the Other. He restructured Gallifrey's government into a constitutional oligarchy and wrote it himself—starting with the clause that his descendants should get preferential treatment.[3]

Slavery was outlawed, the Capitol was planned, genetic banks, Houses, and family Looms were implemented. Taxes were raised to fund research, and schools were segregated. Rassilon retreated to his newly built Foundry and began making many objects named after himself.

🧪 The Immortality Virus and Regeneration

Meanwhile, Tecteun—still quietly unethical—successfully decoded the Timeless Child's regenerative potential. She spliced its DNA into herself, creating the first modern regenerative Gallifreyan.

Soon after, Tecteun developed the Immortality Virus: biogenic molecules that allowed Loom-born Gallifreyans to regenerate. Rassilon kept this secret, granting it only to an elite few and claiming the credit, naturally.

However, this is just one version of events. See: ✨Regeneration: The Origins

🌠 The Stellar Manipulators & Omega’s Final Flight

As Gallifrey forged into its new age, the Triumvirate of Rassilon, Omega, and the Other began to pursue true mastery over time, but the Triumvirate was beginning to crack. Omega was annoyed at Rassilon getting all the credit, and Rassilon was probably planning to kill him.

Despite this, Omega completed the Hand of Omega: a remote stellar manipulator capable of collapsing stars into power sources to fuel time travel. And so, Omega led a fleet of Starbreakers to a doomed star named Qqaba, in the Sector of Forgotten Souls accompanied by a bunch of Newborns under the age of 10.

'This Hand - My Hand! - Shall be the hand that liberates our people from the Chains of Time!'

Omega launched the Hand, successfully creating a singularity (a black hole). The star collapsed. But sabotage—likely by Vandekirian (possibly with Rassilon's encouragement)—disabled Omega's ship. He was pulled into the new singularity and presumed dead.

Rassilon took credit for the mission, declared Omega a martyr, and immediately began harnessing the singularity as a power source. With that, the Eye of Harmony was born. It powered Gallifrey's early Time Travel Capsules, and broadcast energy through the Vortex.

With the Eye to power them, and their new Time Capsules to carry them, they became what the legends would call:

The Time Lords.

Assembled from ROOG and TARDIS Wiki

To be continued...

Footnotes:

[1] The Yssgaroth and Great Vampires: Deeply unsettling creatures that want your blood and to stretch your nervous system across the length of an airport runway for funsies.

[2] Validium: A sentient living metal. It could read intent, cause destruction, and turn into basically anything. Nothing about that should worry you.

[3] Rassilon's Constitution: Could be rewritten with a unanimous vote from the High Council—so long as he approved it. Naturally.

Any orange text is educated guesswork or theoretical. More content ... →📫Got a question? | 📚Complete list of Q+A and factoids →📢Announcements |🩻Biology |🗨️Language |🕰️Throwbacks |🤓Facts → Features: ⭐Guest Posts | 🍜Chomp Chomp with Myishu →🫀Gallifreyan Anatomy and Physiology Guide (pending) →⚕️Gallifreyan Emergency Medicine Guides →📝Source list (WIP) →📜Masterpost If you're finding your happy place in this part of the internet, feel free to buy a coffee to help keep our exhausted human conscious. She works full-time in medicine and is so very tired 😴

[zorange13]

♪ my fav fics of 2024 !! ♪

note: i know that some of these were not released this year, but this is just a list of fics that i read this year and personally enjoyed. 

also, i will only list detailed warnings if i truly feel you need them beforehand. but also you can see them on the original posts. 

without further ado!

♪♪

I Let the World Burn For You - @elikajinnie | part 1 | part 2 |

p: serial killer! nishimura riki x fem! reader

warnings: graphic descriptions, murder, manipulation, angst, bullying, blood and injuries

synopsis (from original post): “You’ve always loved crime shows, captivated by the mystery and mind games, but you never expected to live in one. When a killer develops an unsettling obsession with you, you’re thrust into a deadly game where you’re not just a target—you’re the centerpiece.”

wc: 27k (split bwt. two parts)

I’ve only read this about a few weeks ago-ish and it definitely had to be the first one on here. I genuinely had no idea that this fic would scratch a major itch that I didn’t know I had! If you’re looking for something different then I highly suggest tapping into new genres within fanfiction. As someone who studies this currently, I loved all of the psychological elements implemented here. As I was reading, I was like “Bro, why do I feel like I’m reading the same thing over again?” But as I continued—at least from my interpretation—this had to be intentional. With horror/thrillers, whether it be film or not, what makes it horror is when they can find small pockets to make you comfortable within that madness. That’s the thrilling aspect because there’s never a 100% sense of security. But not to fear, you won’t have nightmares, this will only leave you wanting more. To which she does, there are tons of fics that she’s posted on her blog and she updates regularly so there’s always something to sink your teeth into!! That aside, she’s genuinely such a cool person and is always willing to help fledgling writers (such as myself) with advice or tips. Def check her out!!

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Frenzy (2023) - @simpjaes | part 1 | part 2 | minors dni

p: jake sim x afab reader

synopsis (from original post): “Jake is experiencing real love for the first time in his life. He’s so infatuated with you that he would do anything to make you understand. And you? Oh, you are in no place to argue with a man who appears to be perfect.”

warnings and tags: (a lot but in a nutshell) abuse, stalking, jake is psychotic like fr, manipulation, obsessive and invasive behavior, smut

please see the original post for all of them, please.

wc: ~47k (rough total, 33k for part one. 14.2k for part 2)

This fic is not for the faint of heart, I’d say. But it is absolutely insane how well-written this is. I only like dark fics personally if it’s written by her for some reason. The tricky thing about works like these is that when writing you have to get every detail. You can’t brush over things, you have to work through it or else you won’t have those powerful, hard hitting moments that you really want the readers to feel. This fic is absolutely repulsive, sick, and twisted and that’s what makes it so amazing! You feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing, that repulsion. I swear my stomach was in knots while reading this and I absolutely couldn’t look away. No matter what, as long as a work can make me feel anything, it’s well done. No detail too small, nothing missed, I genuinely couldn’t find anything wrong with this. Again, if you cannot handle any of the tags or things mentioned, please do not read it!!

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Minted - @kithtaehyung | masterlist | ongoing

p: street king! yoongi x street vendor! reader

synopsis (from original post): “All you do is wake up, sell your fruit on the dusty streets below your flat, and go to sleep. But everything changes when a customer you always look forward to seeing turns out to be dangerous. Really, really dangerous.”

warnings/genres: mint! Yoongi, haegeum!yoongi, graphic depictions of violence, warnings stated in each installment, smut, action (at least i think so)

wc: 31.5k (ongoing, so subject to change)

I don’t want to get personal with this, but I’m in love with min yoongi. Like I love him so much, so anything with him on it is right up my alley! Nonetheless when I stumbled across this fic, it sparked so much in me because I’ve never read anything like it. Ryen's works are so amazing and they’ve all done well for a reason, don’t sleep on her! But back to Minted, I love anything that can give me a rush (if you can’t tell). I really do love the hidden world and lore that seems to be behind this and anything that has to do with world building. I don’t have entirely too much to say because it is ongoing but thus far, it is so good and I don’t doubt that she will eat this up!! the third installment is up so get to reading!!

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honorable mention!!

Til the End of Summer (2020) - @ah-ga-seven | masterlist | 14 part series + bonus

p: choi yeonjun x reader

content/genre: angst, fluff, smut “in certain chapters (can be skipped)”, college! au, collegiate athlete! and fuckboy! yj, overprotective bff soobin, toxic asf, drama, pining imo

also cameos from other idols!!

synopsis (from original post): “You and Yeonjun are caught up in a cat and mouse game because of unspoken feelings and endless pining for each others’ attention. With the summer break approaching and lots of college parties, will you finally get a chance to explore your feelings for each other; even though the world, Yeonjun’s family, past and reputation makes things complicated?”

wc: ~110.5K (added up myself, you’re welcome)

I read this a little after it was completed, and I have to say it still holds up very well for me. This was the first fic that genuinely made me appreciate what it meant to for one: be able to take full control over your own work, and two: not be afraid to push boundaries with your writing. Ahga (unintentionally) taught me that you are god in a way when it comes to your work. You have absolute control and this made me as a writer be a lot more thankful for that privilege. In this fiction, there was a lot of cat and mouse, push and pull; so when our pairing finally were able to finally be together it made it all the sweeter. Don’t read this if you’re not into drama, I have to say this was the first fic that I read that felt like a tv show. Like Euphoria but without the drugs, I guess (sorta, there were mentions of drugs if my memory serves me right. i’ve also never fully watched Euphoria lmao.). But you know what I mean! I love that her characters feel like real people with genuine problems and traumas because that’s real shit. No one is safe and perfect and I love that it’s not like y/n is innocent in Ahga’s universe. I never liked the whole “y/n is always being done wrong” thing with fanfics, it’s ok to make your characters human beings. 

Just please read this it's so good! I miss you Ahga. Come back girl! :(

[writing-in-lesbian]

A Heiress in Love Pt. 8 (Part 1)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female Reader Tags: angst, fluff, Translations: Hainofi = princess // Strik sis [Strisis] = little sister // Ai hod yu in = I love you // Ste yuj = Stay strong // Chapter synopsis: Our party reaches Becca’s Bunker, King Tony explains the details to implement the flame, a foolproof plan, Raven has exciting news and the news from the Ice Nation, is not good.

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay on this chapter. A lot of things happened last year, I quit my day job, went full head into my side business, moved houses, and overall life in general, but here it is!

A/N2: This story keeps sending me to new research topics! I hope I’m doing them justice. Also since there aren’t a lot of trigedeslang translators, everything in italics and underlined would be trigedeslang. Lines in just italics are happening in the minds of the characters. Again, I’m partying ways from some canon events in the 100 for this to work. Work is not beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

Tag List: @spongebobtentacles @wandamaximoff727 @cristin-rjd @aawake-atnight @msromanoffswife @juno-verse @wandastan-2 @wannabe-fic-reader @cd-4848

Chapter 8: A tale of two Hedas.

The journey to TonDC was calm and thanks to the improvements on the roads, your party had a good time, saving an hour of travel. It was an easy road you have taken many times, plus with all the security tech Raven did, it was safer. 

Your mother spent the ride listening to Stark, and to your surprise, his talk was interesting, making you take a mental note to maybe, engage in conversation with him at some point. Wanda rode calmingly, her apparent nervousness was gone once she felt Dasher was a calmed horse, matching his pace with Quinn perfectly. You tried to engage her in some kind of talk but decided against it once you saw her admiring the scenery and the different types of nature you knew the road had.

As soon as you saw the entrance to TonDC you couldn’t help but get a little bit nervous. This time, instead of the isolated road, guards were waiting for you and, more importantly, your people. You saw more grounders gathered outside, definitely trying to see if the news was true, if the number of people out was an indicator. You could see your old natblida training group there. 

It’s not that you were expecting a loud reception, but you couldn’t imagine the silence that was there. It felt a little bit like respect but mixed with something else. The fact that Stark, Natasha, and Wanda were there, made the event more royal than anything else. 

Your horses mixed with the guards waiting there, leading you to Becca’s Bunker, which wasn’t that far now. Nature had decided that after a sunny ride, now it was a good time to play hide and seek with the sun and the gray charged with rain clouds started to cover it, somehow making it reflect your feelings, happy with a sense of fear.

Sooner than you expected, you arrived at the entrance of the bunker, which was open and adorned with your royal coat of arms, designed after you were born, one of the new items your mothers had done to show their unity and leadership among the clans. 

It was a simple design: a shield divided into three parts. The bottom left was colored blue, signifying the color of the Sky (for your mom) adorned with a silver wolf (meaning the loyalty and wisdom of Lexa), the right bottom was red, like the Commander Sash adorned with a yellow lion (meaning the courage and bravery of Clarke), the top color was left white. At the center, was a crescent moon, (the one that shined on the night the sky people joined the coalition) topped with a flour de lis, signifying the knowledge acquired by all the Commanders, and according to both of your mothers, it was the flower they saw on the night of your birth. At the top, a simple blue and yellow mantle involving a helmet, meaning the warriors and soldiers from all the coalitions, ready to protect and serve. 

To you, it was perfect. 

“My, my, if you’re a sight for my sore and tired eyes” the voice of Raven gets you out of your mind. 

You see the raven-haired girl smiling, her metallic support is thinner now, no wonder she has been playing and upgrading it. Your royal guards descend from their horses, getting in line faster and helping your party descend. You dismount Quinn gracefully and before you get to Wanda, Raven is there hugging you. 

“Grounder Princess, you look good as hell” You stiff a little under her arms but then relax again as soon as you hear the soft tone. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself Aunt Reyes” causing her to chuckle.

“So the rumors are true then” is not a question.

She puts you at arm's length inspecting your face and looking at the headpiece now. Raven has never been as good as Octavia or your mom to hide her emotions from her eyes. “Hope you are hanging in there kiddo” She lets you be for the moment, instead going to salute your mother and to your surprise Stark, but when she points to something on her brace leg, you connect the dots and the new upgrades she told you she had done to it, make much more sense now. 

Wanda has descended from Dasher when you manage to reunite with her. Other guards take them away to rest. She greets you with a relaxed smile, no doubt the ride was something she enjoyed, making you take a mental note to do it more often when the time allows it. Maybe a visit to your godmother would be a good idea.

“Great force they have those horses of yours Princess Woods-Griffin” Natasha’s voice sounds from your right. 

“Thank you, Duchess Romanoff, we take pride in them,” you say matter-of-factly. 

Feeling bolder, you grab Wanda’s hand and proceed to walk to the entrances of the bunker.

Perhaps to make you feel brave or because you are enjoying this situation now, you don’t know, but if she’s squeezing your hand and letting you know it was okay, then you’ll feel better for now. 

“Greetings” your mother manages to create silence among the bustle. Her stoic presence makes her taller than she is and you hope you can carry yourself the same way. “We’re gathered today under exceptional and extreme circumstances to start the Ascension ceremony of Princess Y/N Woods-Griffin. An unprecedented time that I was hoping never came If I should say, but the times we’re living had led us to this. Daughter, come.”

Lexa extends her hand towards you, not wanting but you drop Wanda’s hand to go towards your mother, taking her hand instead. Lexa leads you toward the entrance but stops closer to it. You are instructed to stay next to the open door, your heart pounding louder into your ears.

“We have held our rituals and traditions close to us, but I have led under changing times and learned from my ancestors to adapt and use that knowledge to our benefit. As the situation we all know, led us to a union celebration, today we’ll prepare as well for our Flame Keepers to swear their loyalty to the flame.”

Reminding you to school your face you try not to react to the news. You kinda guessed if they joined you on your journey, they might as well be involved in the ceremony, recalling your hours of study never really considering this scenario. 

Octavia and Duchess Romanoff get closer, Raven carefully standing outside the door to Becca’s chamber. 

“So Tavia finally met her match” you heard Raven whisper next to you. Scoffing at the thought, you just kinda hum quietly.

“As we continue to maintain and strengthen our coalition, we’ll welcome King Stark’s people as the 16th clan once the wedding takes place, whatsoever, my daughter’s betrothed will be an important participant in the Ascension ceremony taking place, so Lady Maximoff if you please come”

You see Wanda gracefully walking towards you, as soon as she enters your personal space you reach for her hand, noticing how she’s playing with her rings, you can’t help but wonder what makes her more nervous and try to give her as much comfort as possible. She timidly grabs your hand but releases it as quickly as she takes it and you just hear the faintest “I’m okay” from her. 

“We shall enter this arrangement as opposite kingdoms but we shall come out as one people. I invite all the people of TonDC to welcome our guests and for all, to join us in the celebrations to come. As we prepare for a war that neither of us wants, we still hold on to the happy and peaceful times” 

Cheers and roars from the people gathered around can be heard, the energy the grounders have, pumps you now, feeling their excitement, you pray you are enough of a leader if all goes to hell. Raven turns around and enters the Bunker, followed by Duchess Romanoff and King Tony. Your mother approaches you, a tiny smile on her face, nods at both of you, and goes after Raven, her guards following her but staying at the entrance. 

“Shall we little Heda?” Octavia’s voice is closer than you thought, you see her looking at the entrance before she takes a look at you. 

“Yeah”. You turn to Wanda but before you can approach her, Octavia’s subtle hand on your back stops you. 

“Lady Maximoff has to enter first, then we proceed”. 

Sometimes you hate protocols but you follow them. Wanda nods and walks but before entering, she turns to see you, mouthing an “See you in a minute” before turning back again and disappearing through the entrance. 

You hear yourself exhale, surprising you since you didn’t know you were holding your breath. Taking a step you walk in front of Octavia, making sure your steps are strong and determined and in a few seconds, the outside noise goes silent, Octavia’s steps behind you, although with some echo, are the only thing you hear now.

A lot of changes have been made inside the bunker now, yet the circular shape is still in place. The technology allows them to mix it with the urban and rural landscape. After a few more paces, you hear whisperings, beeping, and the buzz of the lab. You reach the main stairs to descend to the center of the principal floor.

Raven is in front of a big monitor with King Tony writing something on it. You would lie if you didn’t find fascinating everything Stark’s Technology has done in the past, as much as you can comprehend through the occasional letters Raven has sent. The bluish light illuminates the area where they are. Duchess Romanoff talks amicably with Wanda, and there it is, the small pang of jealousy at how easy Wanda seems with her and your wish that one day, she can feel the same with you. 

“You’re a tough bitch, you got this” Octavia’s whispered words of encouragement make you smile. Taking the final steps, you’re in front of your mother. 

Lexa is finishing preparing a few things but she acknowledges your presence next to her. Leaving the small metal container on the table, she turns to you, observing your face for a brief moment, before placing her hands on your shoulders. For a moment, her eyes show the same compassion and love you used to see when you were a child. 

“It should take just a few minutes. King Stark will make the final preparations, he’ll then proceed to use this small tool to add them to mine. Then, I’ll give you your flame. Octavia will help me so you don’t feel any pain but the pinch of the anesthesia. After we put the flame on you, King Stark will activate the new additions on yours. Do you have any questions, daughter”

“No” your mother nods and turns to talk with Raven. Octavia gets closer to a table containing different tools and as far you can see, some medical instruments. Wanda is still at Natasha’s side. 

“Y/N… Y/N… the moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi”

Even though it’s closed, there’s again the whispers you can hear from the chip containing the flame, and the pull you feel. This time, you try to control your body not to go but the need to touch it it’s too much. Luckily for you, your mother takes it and secures it strongly in her hands.

Raven joins Octavia, followed by King Stark, holding in his hands a small keyboard, the blue semi-transparent light projecting a smaller version of what can be seen on the screens. Behind them, there are two chairs, the chair's back almost touching but facing opposite directions. Your mother walks and sits on the left one, indicating you should sit on the right one, and with all the courage you can gather, you walk the ten or fifteen steps you need to sit.

For all the protocols this ceremony needs, you wonder where your mother Flame Keeper is, then remember that after an incident that almost cost your mother her life, your mom was the one who decided to hold the title. With all the news coming faster than Pietro’s flirts, you forgot it. 

“King Stark, you may start”

“Gladly my Lady” If your mother flinched at the chosen words, nobody noticed, but you definitely would have made a remark if not for the seriousness of the ceremony. 

The keyboard in his hand brightens and you see numbers and letters appearing around the flame design he had on the screens. Raven is working as well on her device, one you never saw her take out. 

Tum tum, tum tum, the sound of your heart has joined the orchestra of the buzzing of the computers, the tics tics tics of the keyboards, and the whispers from the Flame.

Tum, tum

“The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin”

Tum, tum

“The moment has come. Welcome daughter”

Tum, tum

“The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi"

Tum, tum

“The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here”

Tum, tum.

“And we’re done” you hear King Stark proclaim. Raven then places an electrode connected to another small device, on your mother's neck, in the same spot you know the flame is. The infinity symbol makes it easier to spot it. 

After a few seconds, she declares it’s done. 

“Heinoffi, if you let me” Octavia's voice next to you, holding a tray with a syringe with a whiteish liquid, makes you slightly turn to see her. 

“Proceed” giving her the verbal permission, you are surprised your voice didn’t come out shaky. After all, aren’t you about to receive hundreds of years of knowledge from previous commanders?

Octavia goes behind your back, you are instantly tense when she places her hands on your hair, moving the braid you carefully made. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Raven come closer. You were never a fan of needles but you have convinced yourself that when the moment came, you would show bravery and not cowardice. 

Despite your best efforts you can’t help but flinch at the first contact of the needle, feeling the cold liquid entering your system. You know enough medical knowledge thanks to your mom, to understand that this type of anesthesia would just help numb your neck enough time to get the flame into you and disappear to get your infinity tattoo, the same design as your mother. 

After a few seconds, Octavia’s voice says it’s done. Raven then gets closer to you, working with precision, you know she’ll do her best but you would have felt way more calm if your mom or even your grandmother had done the procedure, despite that Abby is happily living way up north, getting finally the peace she wanted with Marcus.

A small gasp coming from your right makes you try to move your head, you know Wanda is situated there. 

“Stay still kid” Raven quietly whispers and you obey.

From what you could gather between Indra and Octavia about this new ascension ceremony, you know Raven needs to do a small incision, about 2 or 3 inches long in your neck, then she will implant the flame and do whatever they do to sync it with your mind or maybe is your consciousness, there are some technical things you don’t quite comprehend.

In theory, you shouldn’t feel anything, but the cold sensation of a liquid you think is some of your blood is your best guess for being the reason Wanda gasped. There’s a small pinch here and there, nothing uncomfortable.

“The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi. The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin. The moment has come. Welcome daughter”

You needn’t see to know the box has been opened again. The voices are louder, much louder than what you expected.

“Inhale Heinoffi” Raven instructs. Obediently, you intake air, holding it into your lungs.

One
Two
Three
Four
Five

“Exhale slowly now”

One
Two
Three
Four
Five

There are some small pricks you feel, guessing Raven should be doing the technical thing if typing in her small keyboard placed next to her is any indication. 

There’s a cold sensation on your spine, making you sit straighter than you are. Cold drops of sweat are falling from your forehead. 

“The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi. The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin. The moment has come. Welcome daughter. The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi. The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin. The moment has come. Welcome daughter. The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi. The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin. The moment has come. Welcome daughter. The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi. The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin. The moment has come. Welcome daughter. The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi. The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin. The moment has-”

The voices are becoming too much. Gripping the chair, your knuckles are white with the strength you are applying and your jaw is numb. 

“Daughter… breathe.”

“Mother?”

“It works Raven”

A girl barely 16 or so, gets closer to Raven, needles and surgical thread nesting on the trash she carries. All your control goes at this moment to not let your mind feel overpowered.

“Breathe daughter”

Inhale…. Exhale… Inhale… Exhale

“Heinoffi. Welcome, daughter of Heda Alexandria Woods and Warhead, Clarke Griffin. Welcome heiress to the 15th clan's throne, born under a dark moon, natblida by birth”

Inhale…. Exhale… Inhale… Exhale

“Welcome Heda Alexandria Woods, daughter of Oak and Carter Woods, from the Grounders Clan. Natblida by birth and the last Commander to win the conclave”

“As pure the intentions are, we shall not and cannot accept two Hedas on the Ascension”

“One shall remain, the rightful heiress, the one that can canalize the chaos into balance”

“Raven… what is happening?”

There’s a beeping sound on Stark’s hologram thing. 

“Is this should be norm-… oh boy, something is happening and I can’t access my database”

You want to move, but feel your body frozen in place. Your knuckles are hurting but the control of your body is gone. Trying not to panic, you know that whatever is happening, it has to do with the flame and the tinkering they did. Or perhaps they are right and it can’t be two active flames.

“Heiress Woods-Griffin, quitting is not an option”

“Raven, stop it”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see a flash of red pass, not knowing who it might be, but the warmth in your hands trying to pry your fingers open seems familiar. 

“Y/N look at me”

Your vision is blurry and can’t focus on the face in front of you, the voice you recognize as Lady Romanoff. You move your vision trying to spot Wanda but your eyes are so out of focus that you think you see her silhouette a few steps behind Natasha, or maybe is next to King Stark.

“Heda Woods, you must know what to do”

“Commander of the 15th clans, the youngest one to ascend, it has been an honor having you with us”

“We will hope you join us in the distant future again”

“Mother?” 

“A tale of two Hedas was prophesied a long time ago, all the results were not in our favor”

“We did not have chaos / We have chaos”


“A war is coming. We would not survive with one”

“We would not survive with chaos”

“Stop it” you hear yourself screamer say, you’re not sure. Your focus comes back and now you see clearly as Natasha trying to open your fingers, Octavia is behind you, surely helping your mother while Raven and Tony are writing and touching screens trying to regain the control you for sure know they don’t have, but the Hedas connected through the flame. Although there’s something unusual about all of this. It takes a few seconds to notice that no one is moving.

“I am Heinoffi, Aim laik Heda. Just like my predecessors and mother Heda and Wanheda”

“You shall not speak child”

“Let her speak” With this voice, the rest of them were silenced. 

“Pramheda"

Becca’s legacy was truly in the flame and her voice, which you recognized thanks to all your study and the files you have on the Commanders. 

This close you notice Natasha’s eyes are similar in color to Wanda’s. Wanda, who you have not seen in your periphery. A glance and you see her eyes red, red wisps coming from her hand, perhaps she’s trying to help, using her abilities but you know they’re no use.

“Pramheda, my mother has done what many in her path have failed to do, she’s more Heda than I will ever be due to my inexperience and if war is coming, I seek her knowledge and request her leadership”

“Daughter, em pleni. Pramheda”

“Lexa, my child, there’s no need to speak on behalf of your daughter, the true heiress has come and I am afraid we did not prepare enough for this, nor any of our visions are seldom in stone”

“We did not have chaos / We have chaos”


“A war is coming. We would not survive with one”

“We would not survive with chaos”

“Heinoffi Woods-Griffin, you made a vow. We expect you to rise to the occasion and overcome the situation. May the chaos choose our paths. Heda Woods, let your actions speak louder, you made your vow and we, do not forget”

The sounds and colors, and everything returned to normal. Wanda’s eyes return to normal and she seems disoriented, she looks out for you but stays in her place. Natasha finally got your fingers open, she stayed kneeling in front of you, trying to gauge any reaction or any indication that you are okay.

You feel your mother stand and get the cables out of the machine Raven has, she goes to the side of them. Octavia’s hands are next to your neck, inspecting what you know is your brand-new stitched wound. 

“You okay little heda?” She whispers you have the feeling she somehow noticed what was happening.

“Yeah. I think. I need to speak with my mother. Can you check on Wanda please?”

“She seems fine” but she goes to her side.

Walking towards your mother seems like a long road, but you know is technically impossible, since the bunker is not that long in this part. You hear the angry whispers between her and Raven, while King Tony explains as much as he can. There are a few words you recognize, technology and implants, and nanotech, and shouldn’t be joking about it sort of phrases you catch, not wanting to eavesdrop.

“Mother?”

Lexa pauses her movements, eyeing Raven and King Stark cautiously. You have the feeling they somehow predicted some of this but never really thought it would happen 

“Daughter, let’s find a place for us to speak. Octavia will move your ritual things to the other wing for us to do your tattoo ceremony”

The pain in your head is slowly making an entrance, stupid painkillers hidden in your horse stash. You follow your mother but before leaving the main area, a red light followed by a beeping sound is heard around. 

“Urgent message. Urgent message”

“Lexa… you need to see this” is Raven’s voice, laced with concern and something more urgent you can’t decipher”

“Play it Reyes”

The face of Roan, dirty and bloodied shows up on the screen. His voice sounded tired and somehow strong.

“Heda. Ultron has attacked our nation, we need help. My men are fighting but he’s superior in numbers, we need backup Heda” Screams and the sound of clashing metals, and gunfires can be heard. “Heda, we need help, Ultron has-”

The message gets cut and the room fills silent. You reach for your mother and seek guidance, knowing well what is about to happen.

“Daughter, we must prepare. Octavia, send the word to Polis, Indra should prepare the men to join Roan at dusk. King Stark”

Tony joins your mother, and with a simple nod, he understands. 

“I’m afraid the time I wasn’t looking for has come. I’ll prepare what we need; Reyes girl, send me the coordinates where I should join the Commander”

With a quick motion, King Tony touches his chest, a red and gold metal armor starts covering his body. His voice now sounds way more metallic.

“Is that ceiling made of glass?” 

Before anyone can respond, he goes out flying, but the crashing sound never comes, Raven having opened the window panels before anything. She just nods towards Lexa, circumstances like this, require speed, iron nerves, and a cold head. Raven disappears towards the machinery room.

“Duchesses Romanoff, I must ask, are you ready for what is to come?”

“Born ready Heda”

“We ride in 20 minutes, if you come with me, we must prepare and get our gear” 

“Good thing I always carry what I need in my belt”

“Y/N, meet us in my headquarters in five minutes”

Duchess Romanoff goes towards Wanda and quickly squeezes her shoulder. Both leave, leaving no doubt of what you should be doing in those five minutes. You approach Wanda, who, until this point hasn’t left her place, still hesitating on what to say.

“Wanda I-”

“Don’t. Don’t say a word”

She takes your hand, and the room goes silent, no voices, no buzzing, nothing, just the two of you.

“You better come back”

Your eyes drop to her lips, Wanda following your gaze. The tension is palpable, she slowly, watches for any signs of discomfort, as if asking for permission she doesn’t need, her hand goes to your cheek, making you look into her eyes again. A faint red glow behind them, no doubt still trying to read your thoughts. 

“I don’t want to have a real reason to hate you”

Your hand covers hers. 

“A real one? So there was a fake one earlier”

“Perhaps. You just didn’t articulate well your question”

“Wanda-“

Her lips touch the corner of your mouth so briefly, oh so shortly, blink and you miss it type of briefly, her hand stopping all contact with your body’s, and the world comes back in full noise. She stands there, an unreadable expression placed now in her beautiful features, you know the damages of the war in the land of Sokovia and how much it cost her. The main reason why she and Pietro are now under the custody of Lord Barton. And you know damn well not to make promises you won’t be sure if you’ll be able to keep.

Without another word she turns her back towards you, Octavia waiting for her on the other side. It was made clear when the flame keepers were chosen by your mothers, that if the worst scenario should arrive, there were no questions and doubts that Octavia would protect Wanda, and Duchess Romanoff would go with you.

But that was before the whole Two Heda’s thing, would that still be true? Yet, you know Octavia’s character, you have trained under her guidance and do not doubt everything she’s capable of doing. You hope that it will be enough. 

A simple nod was any indication to Octavia that you trusted her. With your back towards them, your feet started to walk the path towards the gear room, time was essential at this point, there were many questions on your mind, and the main one went back to your mom and Madi. Would they have received the same message? All your instincts are telling you to go back for Wanda, to hell with all politics and protocols, but deep down you know in what kind of danger you can put her if you just turn around and grab her to leave. 

No one questioned why after so many years and things happened, Becca’s bunker was well conserved until the emergency alarm blasted around the compound. The automatic safety protocol, implemented by Becca’s work, improved by the one and only Raven Reyes, activated automatically. At that time, you understand two things at once alone in the halls:

1) That protocol is only activated under any type of attack.

2) The cold sensation on your neck meant the flame worked and now, the full knowledge of the previous commanders was flowing through your veins, and whatever King Star did to your flame, was making that a black nano fabric type, started coming out from your neck, covering your body, it was similar at what you have seen previously on him.

The design was similar to your battle clothes, it felt less heavier than you anticipated, yet it was hard under the touch. The timing of everything didn’t allow you to marvel at your new battle clothes, nor inspect everything before you felt something on your face, lasting a few seconds. Instinctively you tried to grab anything but came up empty, feeling your eyes, you noticed the slim border of your battle eye paint, a design similar to your mother's but shorter and thinner. 

“Welcome Princess Woods-Griffin, I’m F.R.I.D.A.Y, an AI assistant King Stark developed to aid you” Small specs of a blueish glint flashed infant of your eyes, guiding you through the now almost dark halls, lightly illuminated by the yellow emergency lights. No wonder many wanted his technology. 

The imminent impact of a bomb shattered the ground before the implications of having an AI aiding you were fully understood.

“Duck” was all you heard before feeling a body push you out of the way, impacting into the ground.

[theyapper0]

Litte details abt my Hazbin rewrite that i wanna share :)

OK SO!!! IT'S DOOOOOONEEEE!!!!!!

So I FINALLY finished drawing out everything I wrote out for some major plot point in my hazbin rewrite 😋 BUT!!!

There's some things that I have made art of or talked about that are sorta important (but they're really not, just some silly things that I pictured in this that I never got the chance to talk about yet LOL!!!)

If you don't really care, feel free to skip this but there are some little doodles here too that will basically get all my points across just as well!

-So first point, I've touched on this a little bit here but Niffty and Husk are BROS. Like fr ride or die with each other.

In this rewrite, I want Niffty to have been an overlord like Husk (or at least just as powerful as he is because I feel like Alastor is EXTREMELY attracted to power and he wouldn't just make deals with weak as shit people unless he was gaining something GRAND).

But Husk and Niffty, they both.... really hate Alastor. I think Husk is much more vocal with his hatred towards Alastor but do NOT be fooled, NIFFTY WANTS HIS ASS IN THE GROUND TOO!!!!!!

And I think it's because of this hatred, because of this shared, unfortunate situation that they've both found themselves in in regards to being contracted to the Radio Demon, I think they are really close. Like, they look out for each other and watch each others backs because who else is gonna do it? ALASTOR? LOL!!!!

-Here's my Sir Pentious and Cherri Bomb designs!! I realized when I was making all those drawings for the rewrite that I never drew them! So here they are! 😋

Pentious has prosthetic arms that he made himself not too long after he arrived in Hell YEARS AGO bc I wanted to REAAALLY lean into the whole snake thing. And I also made him more steampunk-y because I think it's cool and that he'd look super adorable with little gear markings on his scales

And I read that Cherri died in around the 80's so I wanted to give her an aussie rocker look LMAOO Wild hair, big ol' hoop earrings and tattered clothes because she's COOL!!

-Niffty is the (m)hotel's maid/rooms keeper still (and it was only SLIGHTLY degrading in the beginning). The biggest reasons Alastor made her the maid is because of her OCD (he's an old man from the 1930's, he thinks OCD means being a neat freak) and because she is able to control all kinds of insects and vermin- which the hotel is INFESTED with

Niffty is also the only one with a spare key to Charlie and Vaggie's house, she's honestly the one they trust the MOST out of everyone at the hotel to have a key to their place in case of an emergency (and she only abuses it SOMETIMES)

-HUSK IS NOT THE HOTEL BARTENDER IN THIS!!!!!!

When I designed the hotel to look more like a motel, obviously there was no place to put a bar and I WANTED THAT! Like, I understand the humor in having a bar in a rehabilitation facility (it IS REALLY FUNNY I KNOW) but I really don't think that, even in this, neither Charlie or Vaggie would allow Alastor or Angel or anyone else to tell THEM what the hotel needs.

Like, they LITERALLY built this place with their BARE HANDS, I think they're both verrrry resistant to any changes and such that others may want to implement (for both the good and bad), even if that person was THE Radio Demon

So instead, Alastor had brought him in as a sorta bodyguard for the hotel (as a huge middle finger to Vaggie, who is not only the hotel manager but also is a very ready protector of this place)

(Husk DOES still sell liquor though, like that is something that is totally happening, it's just very hush-hush. He keeps it in his room and sells it to the patrons of the hotel (sometimes Pretentious and most of the time it's just Angel. Charlie and Vaggie have no idea this is happening))

(Niffty 100% knows since she's the one who cleans the rooms but she wouldn't sell out Husk because that's her bro)

-And speaking of the Radio Demon!!! Neither Charlie or Vaggie are scared of him. I mean, they're not really scared of him in canon (they could be sometimes tho ig)

Charlie is one of the strongest beings in Hell and Vaggie is (secretly) an angel who, as far as they all know, can't be killed by a Sinner. So neither of them are really threatened by him. Vaggie definitely voices this more than Charlie does, in fact, Charlie is almost always more than happy to just let Alastor talk and threaten as much as he wants because she's not violent and is very humble (that's what good people do, right?)

Alastor is also just as good of a Facility Manager of the Hazbin Hotel as he is in canon, and by that I mean he does not do his job and when he does, he sucks at it LOLLLL. He is very unhelpful.

-Sundays are the only day where the hotel isn't doing any reformative work/lessons so it's everyones' day off (it's holy day AMEN!) 

(Charlie WOULD make them pray on Sundays if it wasn't for the fact that every time she would try to guide a prayer, she would bleed from every hole in her body) 

-AND THE LAST POINT IS....

The Hazbin Hotel doesn't JUST do lessons in goodness, they also teach about the 10 Commandments and go on “field trips” to do volunteer work (soup kitchens, cleaning parks, helping Hell with one smile at a time :)

Thanks for reading and be sure to check in tomorrow for the first page of a comic retelling Charlie's meeting with Adam in episode one!!!

[wandasaura]

Hello love! How would all 3 react if R were to call her safeword? I bet it'd be all fluffy aftercare, I'm in the mood for that

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ both wanda and natasha take r’s safeword very seriously, it’s one of the only things that was discussed in detail in regards to your sexual relationship. everything else came up in a more natural way, but keeping r safe and comfortable was their main priority and absolutely non negotiable, so when things started to get kinky and had the means to push r’s boundaries, they implemented the traffic light system. r was good with checking in with them, and they were equally as mindful of never going too far, but there was one time that she needed to call her safeword and as soon as she did, both of them stopped what they were doing and made sure that everything was okay. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

That night hadn’t been out of the ordinary, you’d fallen into a scene with your girlfriends naturally, and had been enjoying it for the most part, that was undeniable as Wanda teased you about the wetness between your thighs. Your witchy lover had you bent over the edge of the bed, a new strap secured around her naked hips and buried in your core, while your softhearted assassin watched from the corner of the room, a teasing smirk on her lips and a mischievous glint in her green eyes as she fiddled with the tassels on the edge of dark red whip.

“Sound so pretty for me.” Wanda nipped at your earlobe, her front pressed up against your back, pebbled nipples dragging up and against your skin. You arched up into her touch, eyes pinched shut as you fished the bedsheets. She’d been working you over for hours, no inch of your body left untouched. Her mouth had done wonders on your nipples, her fingers had searched the deepest parts of your core, and her strap had been coated with your saliva before it even touched your desperate folds. “Gonna cum for me? Yeah, are you gonna let go?”

“Cat got your tongue?” Natasha teased when all you managed to do was whine, grabbing fistfulls of the bedsheets as you scrounged for the words to beg. “Answer Mommy, detka.” Her footsteps were drowned out by the sounds of your moans and Wanda’s heavy breathing, the redheads bottom lip caught between her teeth as she threw her head back.

By this point of the night, your body was exhausted, your brain was mush, and every touch to your skin felt like needle pricks. What sent you over the edge was Natasha cracking the whip against your thighs. She’d done it a handful of times throughout the night, but this time was different, and the second you felt that lick of pain on your already worked over and sensitive skin, you sobbed out your safeword, dissolving into tears on the bedsheets.

“Red!” Wanda will never forget how her heart sank into her stomach hearing you so defeated. She pulled out quickly, not even bothering to detach the strap from the harness before she was crawling up onto the bed beside your body, grabbing your face in her careful hands and forcing your eyes on hers.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. We’re all done, all done.” She kissed you softly, not even minding whatever Natasha was doing as she left the bedroom in a hurry, her footsteps echoing through the hallway just outside of your bedroom. “What do you need? Hmm?” She brushed her fingers through your knotted hair, peppering kissing into your hairline.

“Too much.” You strained out, your voice hoarse and weak as you rested against her.

“Too much?” Wanda cooed, “Alright, good job telling us. Such a good girl.” Wanda helped you up into the center of the bed, easing you out of the silky scarlet lingerie you’d been haphazardly dressed in. Your clothes ended up in a pile on the floor to be dealt with later, and all of Wanda’s attention was on you as she stroked your back and kissed your face wherever she could reach. “You did so good for us. So so good.”

When Natasha returned, she was holding a glass of water and an unscented lotion, wearing the same worried frown as Wanda.

“Have some water, baby.” Natasha leaned over the bed, careful not to jostle your body more than necessary. Wanda helped you take a couple of sips before you batted her hand away, too tired to hold your head up to continue taking small drinks, though your throat felt better from the little you did consume. “Turn over for me.” Natasha instructed carefully, voice still laced with dominance, wanting to ease you down gently. You were still heavy in subspace, still clinging onto their instructions and praise, and you obeyed without complaint, burying your face in Wanda’s neck, letting your body go slack against her front.

Natasha was gentle as she rubbed the lotion over your bottom and the back of your thighs, the cold sensation shocking your overheated body, but a welcomed sensation despite the temperature. You hummed against Wanda’s neck, disappointed when Natasha backed away and set the lotion down on your dresser when she was satisfied with her application.

She joined you in bed afterward, settling in next to Wanda, laying her hand on your waist and rubbing gentle circles with thumb that cause goosebumps to rise on your skin. You grumbled quietly when Natasha laid her head down on Wanda’s shoulder, her red hair tickling your cheek as it fell. Wanda laughed softly, brushing Natasha’s hair away from your face before she went back to combing her fingers through your hair. “Just relax baby, let us take care of you.”

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ they’re always soft with you, but god they’d be so gentle and attentive, and i’m sure they’d run you a warm bath the next morning when you had the energy to get up from bed and clean yourself off. and i’m sure throughout the rest of the day they’d be sure to check in and give you all the cuddles you wanted ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚