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[eyeballs-in-my-head]

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Sooo, here's the keychain idea I posted about yesterday that I've been working on!

[acid-ixx]

a loving family, an unpalatable desire

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a/n: would anyone hear me out if i ever wrote romantic yan! bruce (ft. platonic yan! batfam AND romantic yan clark kent alongside the superfam ofc) with a neglected spouse reader... because uhm, i've been thinking about it lately just yk... so anyways PLSPLSPLS send in asks about this, ive been thinking about it so much lately.

imagine wanting to raise a family so badly with a man who adopts problem children as a side hustle. you're not some invasive spouse, you've always been good, always been loving, so... so accepting, never questioned where or how he picked them up from the side of the streets, never once complaining about the hickeys on his neck or the once neat tussles of his hair now tangled accompanying lipstick stains on his white suit.

you love your children, you tell yourself all the time. you love them, you love bruce— even if he doesn't love you. you said it in your vows, despite it being scripted, despite your family finally sighing in relief in the sidelines at finally being able to sell you off to one of the wealthiest man in the world, rather than being wasting off under their care— your vows are real.

you wanted someone to love you, unconditionally, so viscerally eternal that it eats you up.

really, all you wanted was to play that fantasy life of trophy house spouses. all you wished for was a loving, healthy relationship. the american dream: the picture perfect family frames, your husband kissing you on the cheek as he leaves for work, your children bickering at the dining room, with the scent of homemade meals wafting about the vicinity. all you wanted was the warmth in your chest to flicker like candlelights. all you dreamed about was that domestic life, an escape from the abusive household you were raised in.

yet the manor is too cold, too unforgiving for a soul such as yours.

the longer you stay inside claustrophobic, yet oh-so large hallways, the quicker you drown in a neverending pool of self-hatred.

but you're not allowed to show them your sufferings. they've been through much worse, you tell yourself. they've suffered more, and as what good spouses do, as what you're taught, you stay silent, enabling them to turn you into their own emotional punching bag.

you only allow yourself to cry at the dead of the night, under the sheets of your too-cold blanket and your too-hot pillows. when the manor is filled with deathly silence and a looming sense of dread and ill fitting thoughts of ifs and when they'll come back in one piece, will you grant yourself temporary respite; worry for a family who never even called you their parent.

yet you've always been so considerate. despite the pang in your chest every time bruce flirts with anymore potential love interest at a gala, you chose to instead monitor your chaotic children, who have always never bat an eye on you despite you always gazing lovingly at them.

you know of their interests, they don't know yours, yet you still give them extravagant gifts on their birthdays, with tired, yet glinting eyes, and a silent excuse to return to your room; one separate from bruce.

you know of bruce's hardships, but you don't push too hard, don't force him to talk, only provide him your silence and an offer to serve him dinner; all the time he refuses without looking at you. you give him comfort only if he ever allows you, only if he allows his walls to crumble— but not even his spouse can amount to a warm, crackling fireplace. to him, you're probably only a matchstick under the deadbeat glaze of the snow in a winter night.

maybe that's why you're such a ghost in the manor, stalking through the hallways, looking out for any of your children in case they come across you with any injuries. maybe that's why eventually your resolve weakened.

and maybe the absence of familial love led you to find comfort in another man's arm.

''til death do us part,' is such a tragic saying in your case, because you know it in your fragile heart that bruce's love for you was never alive in the first place. and yet you allow him to play you like a fiddle, allow him to slowly allow you to slip away from his nonexistent grasp.

and now, you're a stand-in parent for clark's son, jon, after the tragic loss of his wife. now, your world seems a lot less bleaker, as you play the fantasy of a loving house spouse, fully abandoning the life you left behind, a life you've never been gifted with until now. you want to feel guilty, you want to feel absolutely terrible but the heartache of neglect has become too much and all you do was allow clark to warm you up each night, kissing away your tears and spooning your deep-seated anxieties away.

you don't let the past eat you up, not when the present is too perfect, too freeing, too delusionally beautiful.

your son, jon provides you every joy a parent could have. parent's day gifts, heartfelt letters at every nook and cranny of your shared bedroom with clark— even reading him bedtime stories, allowing him to sleep in your lap after he slowly nods off, with clark knocking softly on polished wooden doors, greeting you with a loving kiss on the lips and a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand—

it's everything a parent wants, needs even.

and you're everything clark, and especially jon wants, needs in their life.

so it's such a stupid mistake, really. a slip of the tongue, a too-enthusiastic smile, incredibly bright, shining eyes. it's not jon's fault, you still love him either way. but it's an error still— one a complicated matter at hand, so dreadful for you, that jon accidentally, all-too-suddenly, mentions you as his parent to damian.

a loving, wonderful parent, he says, with a picture of you in his wallet shoved right in front of his friend's face.

[fairyhaos]

the small romantic gestures that seventeen would be

this has been in my head since april so it's really nice to finally!!!! be able to get it out :>

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seungcheol

maintaining eye contact as you talk. it's such a devastatingly lovely action and it shows how attentive he is of you, all the time, even if you're just telling him some silly story about something that happened at work. he pays attention to you, always, because he cares. he'll smile at you, looking you in the eye and silently encouraging you to continue talking even if the rest of the group isn't quite interested anymore, because he still is, because it's you, and he's always interested in what you have to say. 

jeonghan

sincerely complimenting your outfits. you quite like fashion. he likes being stylish, but he wouldn't exactly call himself the biggest fashionista, and you know this and are totally fine with that. but sometimes he'll look over at what you've decided to wear on your date, do a double take and very genuinely tell you what he likes about it. he tells you you're pretty every day, sure, but the fact he takes the time to notice your clothes even though he doesn't really care about that kind of thing? you feel touched that he's paying attention to something that you care about, too. 

joshua

holding doors open for you. he’s a gentleman, and also a little shit, and holding doors for you is the perfect way to be both. it's sweet, and helps you carry on your conversations without a hitch, and earns him a warm smile as you enter through the cafe doors he's held open for you. but he also holds the door when you're several metres away, just grinning as you glare and do that awkward hop-run towards him so he won't be standing there by the door for ages. nevertheless, the action is often mindless, natural, showing how much he always goes out of his way to help you, even with the little things. 

junhui

sends you pics and is like “this is us!!!!”. it's not ur typical romantic gesture thing, but it also shows how he just thinks about you, always. whenever he goes out anywhere you can bet he'll take a photo of two cats or two leaves or, one time, two cigarette butts on the floor and tell u how they look just like you two <33 even if you can't see any sort of correlation whatsoever, it warms your heart and you find yourself looking forward to the silly little pictures that junhui sends you. you have a whole album in your phone dedicated to them, in fact. he cries when he finds out. 

hoshi

giving you flowers. not the plastic-wrapped, fancily arranged flowers. just… flowers he finds. a pretty violet in the park that made him think of you. a sunflower from the girl selling flowers in front of her house because they're cute and he thinks you're cute too. sometimes the flowers are growing in someone's garden so he sends you photos of them, because flowers are pretty and it only seems right to send pretty things to the prettiest person he knows. and it feels more heartfelt to send you these ones, the real ones, rather than the perfectly picked flowers in the shop. because that's what you are. beautiful and real.

wonwoo

he becomes talkative when he's with you. this isn't rlly a gesture (most of these aren't tbh) but he just. he just talks so much when he's talking to you. wonwoo is quite introverted, and even with the others, he'll probably talk the least, but when it comes to you, it's like the words just flow out of him. you make him feel comfortable. he wants to tell you everything, to share every detail of his life with you, because there's just something about you that makes him feel lighter, softer, more relaxed. there are few who know wonwoo better than he knows himself, but he's more than happy with the fact that you're one of them.

woozi

smiling whenever he sees you. every time your eyes meet, every single damn time, the corners of his lips will twitch upwards and his eyes will crinkle just that little bit. most of the time, it's unintentional, and it makes you feel giddy to know you have such an unconscious effect on him. sometimes, he'll smile for your sake even when he's exhausted out of his mind, and that touches your heart, because he cares enough to put on a smile for you, to try and comfort you, to show you that he loves you even when he's like this. 

minghao

remembering small things about you. you swear that minghao probably had some secret file full of information about you, because you really don't know how he does it. you'll offhandedly mention something about your niche food preferences one time, but he'll remember it and randomly bring it up when you're out at dinner three months later. it's like some sort of magic, but when you comment on it, minghao just shrugs with a smile. of course he remembers these things about you. who do you think he is? 

mingyu

sending “goodnight” and “good morning” texts. every. single. day. it's so devastatingly sweet of him, and he always wakes up a little earlier than you, so you get to start each day with a brief, adorable morning update from your boyfriend. they're sometimes the only things that get you out of bed, and at night, you know you're guaranteed one last conversation with the love of your life before you go to sleep, and nothing is more comforting than going to bed whilst imagining mingyu murmuring a warm “goodnight” into your ears

dokyeom

holding hands. the action itself could be romantic enough, but he always has a specific intention, a specific reason that causes him to hold your hand. you never know how he knows, but when you're particularly stressed or overwhelmingly exhausted or simply feeling like you're at your limit, his hand finds yours, fingers interlacing, his touch warm and safe and grounding. it's like he always knows, like he's aware that he's your lifeline, that he's the one thing you need in order to keep sane. he holds your hand, and that small action speaks louder than any “i love you” he's ever said. 

seungkwan

“so, tell me how your day went?”. he's a yapper, he won't deny it, and firmly tells you that it's because gossip just loves him so he kind of Has to talk about stuff, Always. there's always something or other going on in his life at any given point and if he can, he'll 100% tell you every single detail. nevertheless, he's still aware that he can sometimes talk a little too much, so after a bit, he'll always settle down and turn the topic to you. regardless of how busy he is, he'll always find time to talk about you and what you've been up to, no matter what. 

vernon

tucking your hair out of your face. it's habitual, and he won't even bat an eye as he lifts a finger to brush a strand of hair away before it can get caught on your lips or fly into your eyes. it's sweet, but also a little unusual, so you ask him about it one day, as he's tucking loose curls behind your ear. and he says it's simply because he likes watching you talk, likes looking at your face as your eyes shine and you chatter animatedly, and he didn't want your hair getting in the way. he likes looking at you, he says. so he tucks your hair out of your face. 

chan

he's always planning “surprise dates”. it's so cute bc you always know when they're coming, because he's grinning ridiculously wide and looking so!! adorably!! pleased with himself before he asks you out but it's just so endearing that you always smile and laugh as you say yes. the fact that he never gets tired of planning things for you, for arranging days where he does things specifically for you and takes you out to do things that he thinks you will love… it shows how much he loves you, even without him having to say the words. 

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[hischiershoe]

Can I please request “You know, I only came here tonight because I heard you’d be here. How ridiculous is that?" With Luke Hughes. It just screams him.

thank you for sending in! i kind of changed the prompt a bit but not too much Warnings: a little angsty but not really, not a ton of dialogue til the end, one singular smooch

Luke had never been much of a partier. Sure, he would always go when his friends or brothers would drag him along, and he'd try to have fun, but in truth, he would rather be anywhere else. He would much rather be at home playing pool or playing stupid games with a few people at the house. At least, that's how he used to feel until he met you.

The first time you met Luke was a year ago when you'd been dragged to some house party with a group of your friends. They wanted to go because they heard there were going to be some cute hockey players from your university there, and you went to make sure they had a safe way home. When the four of you had gotten there, they insisted you go outside with them because that was where 'they' were.

While they flirted with a group of boys you'd long forgotten the names of, you sat off to the side and scrolled on your phone until they decided they were ready to leave. You felt him lingering a few feet away from you until he actually made the jump to sit next you, making sure to keep a respectable distance between you.

"Hey," You heard him clear his throat, "You okay?"

You put your phone down and let your gaze flit to the unnamed boy to your left, eyes landing on a tall, lean guy who had a messy mop of curls on his head. He was cute.

"I'm good," You nod, straightening your back as you focused on him, "Just waiting for my friends."

"Me too," He chuckles, shrugging his shoulders, "I'm Luke, by the way."

From that moment forward, you looked for Luke in every crowd at every party, and he did the same for you. The two of you spent the entire summer seeking one another, but never taking the next step to further whatever your relationship could've been called. At first, you thought it was fun, thinking of it as a little game the way you'd always seek each other out. Though, you'd hoped that he would ask you for your number before he left for the summer.

He never did.

You tried to forget about Luke, to accept that it was nothing but some sort of weird summer fling without the actual fling part, but that was easier said than done. Before last summer, you never paid attention to the hockey subculture at Michigan, but now that you knew who he was, that became nearly impossible. Everywhere you went you saw his name, his picture, his friends.

It sounded silly to say out loud because you didn't really know Luke, just a version of him that you saw for a few hours, but you couldn't let go of him.

When the next summer came, you attended a few parties in hopes that you might run into Luke again. You'd even asked a few people about him, but you always came up empty. Your friends didn't know about your side quest, but they could tell something was off with you, and they made it their mission to find you something to take your mind off things. Well, someone.

Luke loved playing for Team USA, he really did, but he was so ready to go back to Michigan for the summer. He was ready to relax, to have some time out of some sort of spotlight, to find you again. He hadn't stopped thinking about you since he left for training camp last year.

He regretted not asking for your number before he left, but every time he would try and do it he would chicken out. No matter how many times his brothers or friends would encourage him to finally ask out the 'mystery lover girl', he couldn't bring himself to actually do it.

"I'm not talking to him," You groan as you walk up the driveway with your friends, "I'm not interested!"

"No, you're too interested in your random mystery boy," Josie throws her hands in the air, "Just give Logon a shot! He's really nice and he isn't bad looking. Please!"

Unfortunately for you, you were easily swayed, and that was exactly how you ended up uncomfortably pressed against the brick with an overly chatty boy next to you. To Josie's credit, Logan was nice, but he had barely let you get more than five words the entire time you've spent with him. At one point, you zoned so far out that you didn't hear anything he said until he was grasping at your bicep.

It was then that Luke walked out the backdoor, his eyes subconsciously scanning the crowd for you until they finally settled on an all too familiar side profile. He faltered in his steps, watching as a guy he vaguely recognized stepped closer to you. He couldn't look away, no matter how much he wanted to, he was forcing himself to stay rooted in place.

Luke eventually tore his eyes away from one when one of his college friends called out his name and dragged him back inside, and you were left with no idea that he was even there.

After a while, you managed to escape your dull conversation with Logan and found your friends again. Josie tried to make her attempt at a setup by saying she would be the DD, which made you nearly burst into laughter because she was already a bit too far gone for that to happen. Towards the end of the night, people slowly started to trickle out of the house, but the girls insisted they wander out back with a few others before heading back home.

"Hey, isn't that Luke Hughes," Hope slurs, pointing to a tall figure who was walking towards the boat dock.

It was embarrassing you quickly your head turned, how quickly your feet began to move in his direction with a certain determination to your steps. You can hear the girls talking behind you, making the very clear connection to Luke and your mystery boy. Despite his obvious ghosting from last summer, you still found yourself wanting to see him and talk to him. Maybe even get an explanation if you were lucky.

"Hey," You called out, slightly startling him as you sat next to him, "You okay?"

Luke's focus snapped towards you, his eyes wide and swimming with an emotion you can't quite place. You give him a soft smile as you take him in, noticing that he let his hair grow a little bit longer than he had last summer, noticing how much bigger he had gotten since then.

"Hi," He finally breathes out, his lips forming your name almost like he was testing it.

"Hi, Luke," You softly greet, "Long time no see."

"Yeah," He nervously chuckles as he looks away from you, "Yeah, it has."

Luke's mouth drops open like he wants to say more, but he doesn't. Instead, he grips the edge of the dock so tightly his knuckles were beginning to turn white. His face is barely illuminated by the light seeping down from the house, but you can still see the apprehension on his face. His brows are furrowed and his nose is slightly scrunched up, and it makes you want to pull him in by the shirt collar and kiss him.

"Do you want to know something," Luke suddenly bursts out, though he keeps his gaze in front of him.

"Of course," You curtly nod.

"I just got off a ten hour flight like four hours ago," He admits as he finally looks at you again, "But I came because I asked a friend if you'd be here, and he said yes. How crazy is that?"

Your face twisted with shock, his words ringing in your ears as you stared up at him. He'd been traveling all day and he should be sleeping, but instead, he was here. He came to a party, even though he didn't like them to begin with, because of you?

"Why," You swallow the lump in your throat, "Why because of me?"

"I wanted to see you again," He plainly states, but you can hear the hesitancy in his voice, "I fucked up last year by not getting your number because I was scared, but I didn't want to do that this summer. I was fully ready to ask you when I saw you earlier."

"Earlier," You ask, tilting your head, "Why didn't you then?"

"Well, you looked pretty busy," He scoffed. He sounded... annoyed? For what reason, you weren't sure.

Wait. Earlier you had been with- Oh.

"Luke," You stifle back the amused giggling threatening to slip through, "Are you jealous?"

"What?! No! Of course not," He hastily defends, roughly shaking his head in denial, "It just would've been rude to ask for your number if you're with ano-"

You cut Luke off by surging forward and placing your lips on his. It was a short kiss, nothing too over the top or romantic, but it was enough to render him speechless as you pulled away from him. His eyes were still closed, his lips slightly parted and his breathing shaky.

"I'm not with anyone, idiot," You playfully groan, covering his hand with your own, "I come to every party with the hope that you'll be there, so if you're crazy, then so am I."

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

nymph. [part 3] l General Marcus Acacius

Summary:  you have been with him for a long time, but he has never seen you. but everything has changed.

Warnings:  fluff, talks about slavery and territorial expansion, mythological figures treated in a simple way

A/N: My dears. I have to admit that I am proud of what I have done so far writing this series. Wow, a series! What was supposed to be just something short has now another chapter and I think there will be a few more. Please forgive me that not much is happening here. I wanted to introduce our characters to a new environment, it took me a while. I hope you will be understanding and gentle with me. Thank you for your wonderful reaction when I announced writing another chapter. It was really encouraging. I send you all my love.

I hope you will be gentle with me. your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

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Rome was dazzling. All the buildings, temples and roads, palaces and squares were full of its inhabitants. And Marcus, welcomed in this center of the world as equal to the gods. 

The victories he brought with him and laid at the feet of the Emperor, earned him the recognition and love of the people. The empire grew in strength and power, thanks to General Acacius. 

And then there was you. 

Marcus made sure you were transported by his most trusted men to his home. He didn't want you to be in the palace, not yet.

The whispers of envious people, the jealousy and treachery, he didn't want to expose you to that. But there was something else. Something he was afraid of, but he didn't tell you about it.

Marcus was afraid that your appearance among the noble people of Rome from the Emperor's entourage would arouse unwanted interest from him. You could be considered by them as a spoil of war, his private concubine, someone equal to slaves. The thought itself stirred the blood in his veins.

He was calmer and better at playing his role as the Emperor's pet, knowing that you were waiting for him safely in his chambers.

"What troubles you, Acacius? Let me free your head from your worries." The curious voice of Emperor Geta reached his ears.

"It's nothing, my lord." Marcus nodded, his lips twisting into a small smile.

Geta watched him carefully "You're tired, aren't you? All this war, conquering... All men need to rest now, and so do you." He placed a hand on his shoulder and led him through the room filled with guests "I can offer you something that will delight your senses. The highest quality company, beautiful and fresh, with firm breasts..." he laughed quietly.

"You are generous, my lord." Marcus nodded humbly "I would like to be home though. In a bed other than the one I had in the camp."

"Alone?"

He was saved from answering by the music that suddenly started and distracted the Emperor. Soon the man finished his wine and let the guests surround him. The party was in full swing, and Marcus eagerly noticed the dark sky outside the window. The thought that you were alone in his house haunted him.

This place was a mystery to you. Previously, you had spent most of your time in and out of temples, but mortal homes never interested you. You walked barefoot through the rooms, occasionally spotting the servants who were busy preparing to welcome their lord.

The young girl who had been assigned to you dutifully toddled after you, clearly confused by your behavior.

"My lady." she said as you circled the inner garden of the house once again. "My lady, wait. Perhaps I should draw you a bath? You must be tired after such a long journey."

"Bath?" you didn't take your eyes off the stone bust standing against the wall.

"Yes, my lady." the girl approached, clearly pleased that she had caught your attention. "We have prepared a room for you."

You finally looked at her. She was beautiful. Her skin was kissed by the sun, her eyes large and dark, and her brown hair, which she had braided in a simple way, fell down her back.

"What is your name?"

"Melitta, my lady." she curtsied slightly and lowered her gaze. You repeated her name quietly, then gave yours, which made a shy smile appear on her lips. You unexpectedly grabbed her hand. "Lead me, Melitta. I feel like I won't be free from you if I don't take this bath."

"Our lord is kind and gracious to us. Not like some other masters..." Melitta's soft voice surrounded you as her graceful and skillful hands washed your body. The bath was warm and stuffy, filled with the scent of incense and enveloped in the warm light of candles. "His return was long awaited by us."

"Have you been in his house for a long?"

"A few years." she replied quietly. "But I am grateful for every day. General Acacius is..."

"Where are you from?" you interrupted her, you saw the surprise written on her beautiful face.

"What do you mean, my lady?" she asked.

"How did you come to Rome? You are not from here, I can feel it."

Melitta lowered her gaze, reaching for the oils standing on the floor next to her. Although your question didn’t hurt her, she felt awkward.

"My lady, asking a slave something like that is inappropriate." she said quietly as if she wanted to discreetly draw your attention to your lack of manners "It doesn't matter where we're from, now we belong to General Acacius, to Rome."

You turned around so you could look into the girl's face. "For me you are a person. You have a name, a family, roots. Your work, and the work of people like you, create this world."

"But we are still slaves... I mean no more than...than..." she grabbed the bottle with the amber liquid inside "Than that! Not all of us are born free, my lady. Maybe in your world it's easier, but it's only a world of ideas."

You lowered your gaze. Melitta's words echoed in your head, but you knew she was right. 

When you served your mistress, when you accompanied Minerva to her temples, or when you walked step by step behind Marcus - you never thought about how the Empire was built. To you all mortals were the same, too young, fragile, fleeting... Now you were one of them.

"Forgive me, please." You said quietly as Melitta helped you dress in clean, soft clothes. "I didn't mean to hurt you." 

"You didn't hurt me, my lady." She replied. "You noticed me."

It was late when he arrived at his estate. Cicadas were playing loudly in the garden, and the familiar rustle of sandals heralded the arrival of Antigonus, the steward of his house. The older man bowed low.

"General." He bowed low "It's good to see you in good health."

"I'm glad to see you too, Antigonus." Marcus replied, patting the man's shoulder "Is everything alright? How is our guest?"

"Everything has been prepared for your return, my lord. Melitta has taken care of your guest, taking her to her chamber."

The two set off down the dark corridors of the quiet house. "Oh, and she stayed there?" Marcus asked, feeling the corners of his mouth curl up, because he probably already knew the answer.

Antigonus sighed. "Your guest is very..." the man searched for the right word in his head "Curious." he said finally "But she's also beautiful and has a sharp mind. I had a hard time convincing her that she didn't have to help with the little chores in the garden. She seemed concerned."

"I guess. Don't worry, Antigonus. She's different from the ones we know, but she'll steal your heart."

"My lord."

The man noticed with concern that Marcus was heading towards where his bedroom and study were located. This worried him a little.

"If you wish to visit your guest, we've assigned her rooms on the other side of the house." he said.

The glow of the torch illuminated the General's tired face, but a smile was on his lips, "I think I'm where I should be. Good night, Antigonus." he replied and pushed the door open slightly.

The chamber was bathed in warm light, and the long shadow of a familiar figure was reflected on the wall. He noticed movement behind the delicate curtains covering his bed.

Gods, he would give anything to be able to immortalize the sight of you in some way. Every time his eyes looked at you, Marcus felt as if he was experiencing some indescribable miracle or grace. Even though you were already beyond his dream image, he still couldn't believe that a being so beautiful and extraordinary was within his reach.

You sat on his bed dressed in flowing robes that his servants had prepared for you. Around you were maps and other writings, you must have moved them there from his study. A small wrinkle appeared between your eyebrows as you studied carefully what was before you, trying to understand it all.

"This is an unusual sight." he said quietly, and you flinched like a startled doe.

He emerged from the shadows and approached the bed. Your eyes followed his every step, a smile spreading across your lips as he finally stood before you. You sat back on your heels and rose slightly.

"Marcus..." his name flowed from between your lips like the sweetest song of praise.

He stroked your cheek, then leaned down to brush your sweet lips. "I thought I'd find you sleeping, not planning the expansion of your empire. Should I call you general or emperor now?" he said, chuckling.

"Call me whatever you want." You replied, taking his colossal hand in yours and kissing the back of it tenderly. "I saw this on your desk, I couldn't help myself."

"Curiosity can be dangerous, little bird. But tell me, please, what are you looking for there?"

Your gaze wandered back to the maps lying on the white sheets. Numerous lines intersected to form the borders of the country, the letters formed the names of cities and regions, but it meant nothing to you. You only saw that what was marked as the Empire was growing on each successive map.

"What's all this for?" you asked. "Why are you conquering more lands? Why are you killing each other? Our gods can be merciless, but you, humans, can be more terrible than them."

Warm fingers stroked your chin as Marcus considered your words. These thoughts had been haunting his mind for some time now. Did you know him that well?

"The Empire must be strong," he finally answered. "Our victories give it power and authority."

"They also give you new stomachs to fill. Meanwhile, you flood the fields with blood, you don't sow seeds for bread there."

He knew you were right. Gods! Marcus knew that perfectly well. He sat down next to you, and you greedily slid onto his lap. Your closeness gave him solace.

"The empire must grow to exist." You continued. "The beast must devour new victims to grow, and what if it doesn't find them anymore? What if it starts eating its own children?"

A grimace crossed his face. You saw the tiredness in his eyes, you didn't want to add to it, but only he was able to explain to you the world that you were now a part of.

"We have to believe that we are ruled by people who know how to prevent this from happening." He finally said.

"Do you believe in your words, Marcus?"

"I'm trying."

You took his face in your hands and placed your forehead against his. "I wish I could take away all your worries, my love. I wish I could find a better world for us."

He hummed quietly, his hands wandering over your back, sliding under the soft fabric wanting to feel the warmth and delicacy of your body.

"Now you are my world and I will defend it at all costs," he said quietly. 

Your body tensed as your lips collided. It didn't take much force to push him onto the sheets, sharing a precious breath with him. You made love, pushing away from your thoughts everything that cast a shadow over your feelings. 

It wasn't until later, when you were asleep, cuddled up to his side, his body free from the tension of the day, that Marcus still considered your words. The words you had spoken, the words that had filled his mind and heart for so long.

☆☆☆☆

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modern au! armin arlert, eren yeager, and levi ackerman x alternative!reader hcs

authors note; this is so self indulgent im ngl 😭 also guys pls send in requests i need stuff to write plzzzplz plz

masterlist

armin arlert

-as someone who dresses a bit nerdy and different from the norm, i imagine him looking for an alt s/o who perhaps shares the same interests as him, whether that similarity is in music taste, games you like to play, the food you like, or the media you consume, he wants someone he can relate to!!

-would definitely love if his s/o had dyed hair... if you're ever colouring it at home and he is there to keep you company, i can guarantee he'd ask you to colour a small strip on the inside of his hair so you two can subtly match

-i imagine armin listening to nu metal, grunge music and maybe some shoegaze, but you don't expect it from him at all!! so when you two discover that you have the same/similar taste in music it forms a strong bond between you two

-armin would constantly encourage you to start a pinterest account to post all the aesthetic photos you take of your cute outfits!!

-he's very inspired by you and slowly starts picking up small stylistic choices that you make for himself to do too!!

-instead of buying brand new, he helps you diy clothes and accessories with cheaper supplies and things you thrifted together, making it a fun process and helping you do things like sewing which require some patience.

eren yeager

-if he's going out anywhere to hang with mikasa and armin, or if he's going to a busy enough party he asks you to style him because he knows youve got better drip than him LOL and ocasionally asks to borrow some of your rings or necklaces from time to time

-if you have any piercings he would be obsessed, even considering getting the same piercing on himself before chickening out at the last minute (which you knew he would end up doing)

-thinks that you're immediately superior to other girls that try and flirt with him, just because you're so unique compared to them

-he definitely posts you a lot, he wants to show you off to the world and how well your different vibes compliment each other. every time he posts you on his insta story he spends forever deciding on what song to put over the photo, whether he wants the hip hop that he likes or the metal/punk rock that you listen to

-would beg for you guys to get matching tattoos, definitely not something overly romantic but maybe something in reference to a show or album you both like, something "cool"

-eren listens to death grips im sorry

levi ackerman

-buys everything off vinted/depop to prevent himself from feeding into fast fashion and also becaue he knows it'll make you proud, and if he ever see's a clothing item he thinks you'd like, he sends in a price offer on behalf of you without even asking you first

-if you're ever in control of the music being played whilst you're in the car together and something even remotely heavy comes on he is instantly making remarks like "how do you even listen to this" or "it's just noise" but you know that deep down he actually really enjoys the music

-whenever you get home after thrifting he washes everything you bought for you so that you can wear it asap!!!

-if you ever fall asleep on the couch with makeup still on, he will approach you with a warm, damp face towel and try to gently remove your makeup without waking you so that you dont have to wake up feeling crusty or greasy later on

-this might be too oc but i totally imagine levi listening to shoegaze, but specifically the same 3 artists he's been listening to for the past 10 years. slowdive, my bloody valentine, and cocteau twins. he's not even that big of a fan really he just listens to it in the rare occasions where he does listen to music and keeps it that way.

-if you ever get a new piercing he makes it his newfound duty to make sure you clean it every single morning and night, or if you ever dye your hair in the bathroom he makes it his job to bleach the whole bathroom down and get rid of every small stain you left in there.

[npookie0]

The Chaotic Duo.

A Ronin x Misaki fic

︻デ═一・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Misaki was sitting on top of a building. Shotgun by their side, phone in their shaky hands.

<@hitmeupp>: Anyone wants to be my assassination support?

This was yet another time when they send a message like this to the server, they always did that when the target was either too dangerous or they had a very shitty day. This was the former, their clients hired her to kill a CEO of a big filming company who was also entangled with some shady mafia business. The amount of armed men around him was really getting on the poor assassin's nerves, they just wanted an easy kill, is it so much to ask for?

Well while they were cursing their client in their head, they heard a silent DING, someone dmed them!

<@goreboy>: heard you Needed some Support

<@goreboy>: what's up?

Well, that was unexpected.

Ronin usually doesn't text her when she sends a message like that, it's usually Angel who helps them. Maybe she sent Ronin because she's busy? Yeah, that's probably it.

"Dude oh my fucking God, I am dyinggg here. Like seriously, how guarded can a guy be?" They sent him a short voice message, if Angel really sent Ronin to the rescue then he wouldn't be surprised by the voice message, right?

<@goreboy>: heh seems Like the Best assassin in The Whole fucking japan is really Stressing over a small fry

<@goreboy>: who's The target btw?

"Oh shut the fuck up, I can get stressed!- oh shit he almost looked this way... oops" They send the message and then sent another one. "Some guy who worked with the mafia, the money for him is high."

<@goreboy>: damnnn alr Then maybe shoot him Before He sees ya

<@goreboy>: we Don't wanna our Fav assassin dead

They chuckled at his respone.

"Awh stop or you'll make me blush while i'm killing someone." They said jokingly, Ronin could hear them loading their gun in the message.

<@goreboy>: maybe I'd like to See ya All blushy hm?

Misaki didn't see that message until after they left the rooftop, Ronin's message really did make them blush.

<@hitmeupp>: Oh stfu

<@hitmeupp>: He's dead

<@hitmeupp>: Thanks for the help

<@goreboy>: when You need help Call For the devil and He Will help You out

Ronin chuckled after he sent that reply.

Would he really help the assassin the next time they need help? Never say never, he could as well replace Angel and take some of her worries off of her shoulders, right? Also it's important to keep the server's members alive and out of jail.

Misaki in fact did use Ronin's help, texting him directly to help her out and he was there every time. His replies were different from Angel's, well that was to be expected, they are two different people with very different personalities.

Ronin was encouraging them more in the devilish style, he was flirting with them to keep their mind off of the nerves, made jokes about the target and fed Misaki's ego about them being THE assassin.

<@goreboy>: hey Wanna Call?

<@goreboy>: i'm Bored

Misaki was surprised to receive this DM, Ronin wants to talk, and he wants to do this only with them. Weird? Maybe a little. But he could consider Misaki's interest piqued.

<@hitmeupp>: Ofc babes

Immediately after sending that on their screen was a pop up.

@goreboy is calling.

They picked up without a second thought.

Normally Misaki wouldn't show anyone their living arrangements, but only did they know Ronin for two whole years, he also was pretty open about being in possession of their IP address which meant that he knew where and how they live.

"Hey, hey. What does the big devil want from little me?" Misaki asked once the call connected.

"Not much, jus' bored, and you're quite good at amusing me." Ronin replied with a confident smirk glued to his voice.

"Woah, am I your clown now?" They asked with a fake hurt in their voice.

"More like my personal chaos maker." He was obviously flirting with them, and Misaki wasn't going to let him have his fun alone.

"Maybe we could make chaos together then?" They joked, there was no chance for them to do it together in real life, even if Misaki wished that they could meet up... Wait, what?

"About that." Ronin's voice cut through Misaki's thoughts. "I just happened to get my hands on a plane ticket to Tokio, was wondering if you could be my guide." Ronin's words made Misaki's eyes widened.

"What!" They fell from their chair. "Ouch... wait, wait, wait! What do you mean you have a plane ticket? And to Japan?"

"Don't ask so many questions, you don't need to know." Of course Ronin wouldn't answer, he has to be a fucking mystery. A hot mystery who's really helpful...

"Yeah sure whatever, so you want me to be your guide?" They crossed their arms over their chest.

"Who's better to show me around than the best assassin the whole Japan ever saw?"

"Are you seriously feeding my ego just to get me to agree? Wow Ronin... Why does this actually work every time?" They whined. "Of course I will show you around." They smiled.

"Great, I'll be there next week."

"Wait, what-"

Aaand he hang up.

Yeah. very Ronin style.

"He's coming here? Oh fuck! Ronin IS coming here! Oh my god..." Misaki's voice was mix of stress and excitement.

They started to feel something for Ronin a while ago, but they didn't really know if it would work out. But with him showing up so randomly? Maybe it was a sign?

"Oh my god! Why does it make me so fucking excited?" They groaned and fell on their bed, their face buried in a pillow so they could scream their excitement out.

A week had passed without Misaki even noticing it.

They are standing near the airport exit with the most cheesy and cringey welcoming cardboard ever: "Here stands the devil's servant" written in English, with some edgy stickers all around the words.

It didn't take Ronin long to find them and he was barely keeping in his laughter when he approached Misaki.

"Damn, such a warm welcome. Makes me feel like royalty." He said with that cocky smirk of his.

"...Why are you even hotter in person?" Misaki asked bluntly.

"You're not too bad looking yourself, quite on the contrary, you look so much better in person." He said, Misaki didn't know if he was genuine or if it was just the regular teasing, but their poor heart still took the damage.

"Uh um, yeah! We need to get to your hotel!" They changed the subject, which was answered with Ronin's chuckle.

"Sure, lead the way darling."

The assassin couldn't say that their time with The Butcher was boring. It was anything BUT boring.

Not only did they spent some fun time at the local karaoke, ate some amazing food or did other fun activities. Ronin also made sure to do some illegal activities together, going around abandoned buildings, setting trashcans on fire, Misaki watching Ronin kill a guy, or Ronin waiting for Misaki after their assassination.

They had a good time together. And undoubtedly they grew closer. Close enough that Misaki stole Ronin's shirt from his hotel room and he let her do her thing.

"You're drowning in it." Ronin's voice came from behind Misaki who just put the t-shirt on.

"AH!" They yelled and turned around. "Man learn how to walk and make sound please?" They said and glared at him.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway... You can keep it." He came closer to Misaki. "Suits you." He smirked.

Misaki's face turned red.

"Uh.. um... thanks?" They weren't sure how to interpret his words, but oh lord even without a proper interpretation their heart went crazy.

"Told you, you're my chaos maker." He whispered into their ear. "And we can just bring chaos to the world together."

Was that really the Devil's confession just now?

[forsinnersandsaintsalike]

If you were Their stalker…

TW: uhh mentions of stalking, manipulation. Lowk kinda creepy.

Billy Loomis

Billy is both intrigued and disturbed by your attention. He doesn't mind the occasional glance or the way you seem to be always around, but he's careful not to let his guard down too much.

At first, he might think you're just a harmless fan-someone who enjoys his dark charm from a distance. But as the messages, the weirdly perfect timing of your presence, and the subtle signs of obsession start to accumulate, his interest grows.

Billy isn't one to shy away from danger, and he's quick to start playing along with your game. He'll notice you from a distance and make it obvious he knows you're watching.

If you start leaving him gifts or notes, he'd inspect them with interest, his cold demeanor showing only the faintest hint of enjoyment.

"You think you're the only one who likes playing games, don't you?" he'd say, amused by your persistence, but his eyes would hold a dangerous gleam.

Billy would start engaging with you in subtle ways-leaving messages in return, making sure you know he's aware of your presence. There's a thrilling, twisted connection starting to form, and while he's playing with you, he's also starting to enjoy it.

His thoughts would be a mix of intrigue and dominance. "You want me, don't you? You've always wanted me.

If you continue stalking him, Billy will begin testing just how far you're willing to go for him. He might lead you on with flirtatious looks, purposely running into you, and creating situations where you'll feel like you're "chasing" him.

At times, he might get frustrated if you're not giving him enough attention or taking too long to make your move. "You've been watching long enough, sweetheart. When are you gonna make your move?"

Billy would probably want to make you prove your loyalty, pushing you to prove that you're as obsessed as he is, testing your limits.

As things escalate, Billy would become more possessive and dangerous. The stalking wouldn't be a game anymore-it would be a twisted form of control. He might start showing up at your house uninvited, watching you through your window, and making sure you know he's in charge.

"You think I don't know where you live?" he'd whisper darkly, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "Don't worry, I'll always be close."

If you tried to distance yourself or resist him, Billy wouldn't hesitate to cross the line into more sinister actions. He'd try to make you feel trapped, showing up at your most vulnerable moments, claiming that you're his and no one else's.

Stu Macher

Stu would be both flattered and deeply entertained by your stalking.

At first, it would start as a game-an amusing one, something that makes him laugh and enjoy the chaos.

He'd play it off, pretending to be oblivious, but secretly finding your obsession thrilling. He might joke with you, saying things like, "I've got a stalker! You really want me, huh?”

Stu would love the attention at first.
If you showed up at his house or school, he'd act like it's the best thing in the world. "Oh, you're following me around? This is a new level of fun!"

He'd egg you on, making playful comments to see how far you'll go. He might even taunt you. "I'm not running away, sweetheart. I love how much you're into me."

His reactions would be more overtly flirtatious, encouraging the game without realizing just how dangerous it is. "You're such a bad girl for stalking me, but I like it.”

As things progress, Stu would push the boundaries even further. He'd encourage you to be more daring, possibly following him even more closely.

He might start showing up at your place unexpectedly, showing you just how much he's been keeping an eye on you, making it clear he's aware of every move you make. "You know, I thought you were just following me, but it looks like l've been following you too."

If you left him notes or gifts, he'd play along and take it to a whole new level. “You left me a present? Well, I guess I’ve gotta get you something now too.”

Stu would still find the whole thing fun, but he'd start becoming more erratic. He'd push you harder, testing just how far you'll go for him.

He'd start showing up at your work or school, popping up in the places you least expect. "Did you miss me? I was wondering when you'd show up next."

His obsession would quickly turn into an adrenaline-fueled mess. He'd start pulling more dangerous stunts to keep you engaged, maybe involving you in his chaos. "You know, we could make this fun. What if we made a game of it?"

Eventually, both Billy and Stu would start realizing just how much power they hold over you. They'd both twist the dynamic, making it clear they're in control and that they can do whatever they want.

The difference between them would be stark Billy would be colder, more calculating, and obsessed with possessing you completely. Stu, on the other hand, would be louder, more chaotic, and addicted to the thrill of the chase.

Eventually, you might find yourself caught between the two, struggling to figure out who you want to align with. Billy would be a dangerous obsession, and Stu would be the wild ride you can't get off.

If you gave in…

Billy loomis

Billy watches you with a cold, calculating gaze, taking note of every movement, every subtle change in your behavior. At first, he thinks it's just a phase—a brief moment of weakness. But as you give in to him, something shifts inside him. A twisted sense of satisfaction creeps through him, and he realizes you're not just playing along-you want him. You've chosen him.

When you finally give in, Billy doesn't waste time. He's no longer pretending to be indifferent. Instead, he's all about control.

"You finally came to your senses," Billy says, his voice low, dark, and full of something dangerous. "I knew you couldn't stay away."

He'll pull you in close, his hand gripping your chin firmly as he forces you to look him in the eye. "You wanted me all along, didn't you?" His smirk deepens as he leans in, his breath ghosting across your skin.

Billy wouldn't be gentle. He would make it clear that once you've given in, there's no going back. He'd take what he wants, pushing you further into his dark world. He thrives off the knowledge that he has you exactly where he wants you.

"I always knew you were mine," Billy whispers as he presses you against him. "Now, you'll know what it feels like to belong to me."

The first time he really gets his hands on you, he's both tender and terrifying. He might trace his fingertips over your skin, but it's all with a purpose: to test how much control he has over you.

He'd start pulling you away from everyone, isolating you with his intense gaze. "Don't need anyone else, just me," he'd murmur, as though convincing himself as much as you.

Billy would take his time, studying you closely, memorizing every reaction. He'd want you to feel him completely. He'd be cold, almost clinical in the way he touches you-making sure you know he's in charge, but showing you exactly how much control he holds over your body.

He won't ask for permission; he takes it. "This is where you belong," he'd say, his voice low, before capturing your lips in a possessive kiss. Once you've given in to Billy, there's no escaping. He would see you as his, and every time you'd try to pull away, he'd bring you right back into his world.

Billy would push you into increasingly dark situations, forcing you to prove your loyalty. "You're mine, and I'll make sure you never forget it," he'd mutter as he pulls you further into his twisted world.

Stu Macher

Stu, on the other hand, thrives off the chaos and excitement of it all. When you give in to him, it's less about calculated control and more about pure, chaotic energy. He would be more energetic, reckless, and spontaneous in his pursuit of you, but that doesn't mean he's any less dangerous.

Stu's first reaction is a loud, exhilarated laugh. "Finally, you get it! I knew you'd come around," he says, practically bouncing with excitement.

He might grab you in a playful, over-the-top way, pulling you into his arms with too much force and a grin that borders on psychotic. "See? I told you, you'd fall for me. And now we're gonna have so much fun."

Stu isn't as cold as Billy. He's more about showing you how fun it is to be with him-how dangerous and freeing it can be to throw away the rules. His hands roam, not gently, but with a raw need that makes your heart race.

"You think you can keep up with me, huh?" Stu says, eyes twinkling with mischievous intent. "Let's see how far we can go together." He pulls you deeper into his chaotic world, not giving you room to breathe, but making sure you enjoy every wild moment.

His kisses are hungry, passionate, and reckless. "You want this, don't you? You wanted me all along." His tongue moves feverishly against yours, the taste of him intoxicating.

As things escalate, Stu would continue to push you further, making every moment feel like an unpredictable thrill ride. He'd love to see just how far you're willing to go for him-what lines you'll cross, and what walls you'll let him break down.

He'd push you to take risks with him, to get involved in his schemes, whether it's stalking someone together or just indulging in reckless behavior. "Come on, let's go break something!" he'd encourage.

The sex would be messy, filled with need and passion, but it would be in his terms. He'd dominate the situation, his hands gripping your hips as he makes sure you're as swept up in the moment as he is. "Don't you dare pull away," he'd warn, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

For Stu, it's all about enjoying the thrill of having you and proving that you're as twisted as he is. He loves the idea of corrupting you, pulling you deeper intr his chaotic world.

With Stu, there's always that uncertainty-always that danger. He would push you further and further, knowing that you crave the chaos as much as he does.

"You're as messed up as me," he'd grin, pulling you into an even darker, more reckless journey.

The line between love and obsession would blur for both of them, with you caught in the middle, unable to escape their dark hold. Every moment would feel like an adrenaline rush-both terrifying and thrilling.

[drowninginblox]

Night Crawler, my beloved,

My beautiful man who either is so down on himself that he laughs whenever someone confesses their feeling for him, acting as though he cannot believe the fact that someone can find him attractive. Or he is so hyped up on a confident front that he takes the confession in grace but overall clings to the person that just so happens to love him regardless of if he returns their affections or not.

My dear Kurt Wagner, who would be absolutely smitten with someone who laughs and loves as selflessly as he dose. But finds himself flustered beyond belief when it is turned to him. He might not think he deserves it but god damn it, he does.

That beautiful darling man, who would damn near cry if I told him that he is the affinity of being touched by heaven's light. If only I could tell him that his eyes were the sun at its brightest and his skin was the mark of where he came from. That he is not the byproduct of sin but rather a gift to humanity dressed in the touches of angels.

What I would do to hold his face in my hands and tell him that he is amazing in all senses of the world. I would happily hold his hand in public, kiss him until his skin is a lovely shade of violet, and dance with him even in the dead of night- where he takes solace. Illuminated under the moon, I would whisper to him all the compliments I could conjure while my heart melts at how cute he is when he's flustered.

Oh, what to do with feelings I know he'll never know of.

Alone in your room, you contemplate these ramblings- no- confession. This is a confession. One that you may or may not send to people you know will understand completely. Yet there is danger. This has a chance of catching his eye.

You aren't an idiot, you've seen Kurt's phone before. He has social media like everyone else. He doesn't post much to mainstream ones, but he does have them all. From Instagram to Facebook, Bluesky to Tumblr. No one knows it's him and he doesn't check them often, but when he does- he mostly laughs or takes it all in stride. Sometimes he pulls you in to show you some cool art but... you know he chuckles sometimes. You feel bad when he does because you know that hurt. You're not a stranger to fandom, so you're not a stranger to the people tied to your interests bashing all the fans for the loud minority. You've grown to shrug and enjoy the ride but this...

This hurts.

You take a deep breath. You know Tumblr will either ignore you or encourage your unabashed crush but the thought of Kurt seeing.... "He doesn't know..." You mumble to yourself, rationalizing. "And... it's not like we're gonna tell him we're here anytime soon..." You sigh. You've been holding onto these feelings for months. It's getting painful at this point.

And it's not like you can tell anyone that your "coworker from another department" is pretty cute when you literally live down the hall from him. You hold your head in your hands, groaning. "Why does it have to come to this?" You mumble to yourself.

This could- quite possibly be- the worst timeline.

You sigh, giving into the need to tell someone, anyone, and hit 'post' before closing Tumblr and opting for YouTube, the weight on your shoulders already lifting.

[oceantornadoo]

when the sun came up (i was looking at you)

the pitt fic: samira mohan x jack abbot

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Samira tries not to hate people.

She doesn’t hate Robby for the condescending squat he does when she doesn’t meet his eyes. She doesn’t hate her father for leaving her thirteen and missing half her heart. She doesn’t hate her father’s sister for screaming it was all Samira’s fault behind closed doors at the funeral house. She doesn’t hate her Amma for cutting her off from her cousins after that.

But she really, really hates drunk drivers.

They aren’t her “thing”, the switch every healthcare worker has that cuts like a serrated knife between broken ribs. They just suck, as Trinity would say, and as someone with a higher-than-normal level of self control, she just doesn’t understand how this happens. How a drunk driver hit an afterschool care bus of three children and one driver, who swerved at the last minute to take the brunt of the damage.

Samira works on the driver for 43 minutes, but there’s too many glass shards in her bloodstream. Robby calls time of death after they lose her heartbeat twice, a murmured “Time of Death: 6:23pm.” The group bows their head in silence for a moment, the heart monitor silent as Samira’s eyes trace the pattern of blood on the floor. Robby exhales sharply, his frown lines more pronounced than usual, and that’s that.

Samira takes the little girl in North 15 so day shift can start wrapping up while she settles into her double shift. Mel’s the best with kids, but she’s off today and Jesse and Mateo have tried their hardest, but the girl hasn’t stopped crying. Samira pretends she’s talking down one of her cousins on her mom’s side from a tantrum, an open face and an understanding tone.

“Hi, sweetheart. My name is Samira. What's your name?" The little girl sniffles, her crying ebbing slightly. It seems she might be more comfortable with a woman, as both Mateo and Jesse couldn’t get through to her. Samira waves them out, trying to analyze her patient as much as possible. "Audrey," she finally whispers. Samira gives her an encouraging smile.

"My friend Mateo thinks you have a broken leg, but I need to do a scan first. Do you have a parent I can call?” Samira puts Audrey at about seven years old, with auburn curls and all-seeing green eyes. There's something a little familiar about the slant of her eyebrows and her curls, but Samira can't place it. Instead, she takes in her trembling lip and watery eyes and decides that despite her mantra to not hate, she can hate drunk drivers.

"My mommy got a new phone and I can't 'member her number." Audrey sniffles, wiping at her eyes. "That's okay. Now I know your bus was an after-school bus. Do you know where it was taking you? Was someone waiting who isn't your mommy?" Samira gently approaches as she peppers the girl with questions. Audrey seems to no longer be crying, instead fiddling with a friendship bracelet on her arm.

"I was going to see Uncle J since Mommy works late. I don't know where Daddy is." She frowns at the blanket like it's refusing to tell her the location of her dad. Samira can relate, even she has no clue about the circumstances Audrey alludes to. The X-Ray tech, thankfully female, knocks on the door. "Audrey, this is my friend Jaida. She's going to help me look at your leg. Is that okay?" Audrey nods. Jaida is a seasoned professional, doing the scan as quickly as possible without compromising care as she senses the tension in the room. When the scan comes back, Samira sighs. Audrey's tibia and fibula are broken, but it's a clean break with no fragments. Jaida uploads the scan and retreats quietly as Samira sends her a thankful smile.

"Okay, Audrey. It looks like you've hurt your leg. You're being really brave today. Do you know your Uncle J's number or where he lives?" Audrey's emerald eyes brighten as she nodded enthusiastically. "Mommy says Uncle J lives at the hopsitial." Interesting. Hopefully Audrey's mom meant he's a worker there and not a frequent flyer. Either way, he'll be in the system. "Do you know his first name, like how yours is Audrey? Or maybe his last name? It might be the same as your mommy's." Audrey purses her lips for a second, and Samira is hit with a sense of deja vu that she cannot name. She's seen that thinking face before, which seems impossible. That is, until, Audrey says:

"Abbot! Our last name is Abbot." Followed by, "Janie at school says my name sounds like a-butt."

Well, fuck.

-

Samira steps out for a second, leaving Audrey in the capable hands of Princess, who the little girl immediately adores. She takes out her phone and clicks the name she's texted tens of medical journals. It rings and rings and rings, and she hopes this is all a bad dream, but he finally picks up with a rushed "Mohan? Not a great time."

Samira straightens her shoulders. "Do you have a niece named Audrey?" There's no pause at the other end, just the immediate sounds of a man getting out his keys and leaving his house like he's being chased. "Fuck, I've been trying to call the program but they didn't know what hospital she went to. Is she okay? I need the facts."

Samira peeks into through the glass door of North 15, just to see Princess feeding Audrey a cracker. "Six-year-old female, MVC car crash. Presented with leg pain. Broken tibia and fibula concluded after portable X-Ray, no bone fragments visible. Patient is stable with normal stats but emotionally distressed." Jack inhales sharply, the sound of his car engine rumbling in the background. Samira thanks every being in the universe that Audrey is stable, that Jack doesn't have to lose another person he loves. It's been ten months since she started pulling more doubles to cover Langdon's absence, five months since Jack told her how his wife died on the roof as the sun came up, and less than one month since Samira became an R4. And it's been one year and eight months since Jack sent Samira that first journal article, but who's counting?

"I'll be there in five minutes. Thank you, Samira." He hangs up before she can say anything. What she would say, she has no idea. "You're welcome" feels both hollow and untrue, since she didn't even do anything.

-

Jack Abbot bursts into the Pitt four minutes later. Samira's there, brow furrowed and hair frazzled, beautiful in a way he cannot comprehend. Despite the neurons and brain waves and other neurological shit that computes every day up there, he still can't believe her inky waves and doe eyes exist and intelligent mind in the midst of chaos. "North 15," she spits out in a rush. Jack nods and beelines there.

The curtain isn't closed, so he can see the moment Audrey recognizes him. His little ladybug starts waving vigorously, and he bites back a grin at her determination while Princess exerts herself to ensure Audrey stays put. "Uncle J!" She greets him with his favorite voice in the world the moment he opens the door. He scoops her up in his arms, firm as to make sure her leg isn't jostled. "My brave bug. I'm so glad you're okay." Audrey starts crying again, but he's pretty sure they're happy tears. Between his sister Deb's divorce with Audrey's piece of shit father and Deb's new job with long hours, his niece has been going through things no six-year-old should. The family therapist he got for Deb and Audrey is going to have a field day next Thursday.

Out of the corner of his eye, Samira hovers protectively outside the door. It's like the God he doesn't believe in anymore knew to send Audrey to the most capable doctor in the PTMC, let alone the state. He catches Samira's eye and she immediately darts away, most likely heading towards the board to pick up another case. Always working, always moving to the next -- the complete opposite of whatever those shitheads call Slow-Mo. "I called your mom. She should be here soon. How are you feeling?" He releases her only to pull up the circular chair with wheels. Audrey immediately grabs for his hand, always the one with the ring so she can fidget with it. As her breaths calm and her tears recede, Jack pushes away the fringe of auburn curls that's sticking to her forehead, a mirror of what his own looked like at her age.

"I was scared. But Samir- Sami- Mira and Princess are nice. Princess said I'm going to get a cast and I can pick any color!" He grabs the iPad Samira left for him to pull up Audrey's scans, nodding along as she ruminates between blue and green. There seems to be no bone fragments, but when Deb gets here, he'll want to run an extra test just to be sure. As he gets to Audrey's file, there's a note from Samira asking for the same test.

Jesus.

"Can I tell you a secret, Bug?" His little gossip is all ears, nodding so fiercely he might need to do a concussion test. "Doctor Samira is my favorite doctor in this place. If I was here, that's who I would've picked to see you." Audrey's eyes widen. "She's so pretty." Audrey replies. Looks like Samira really has this effect on all Abbots. Jack agrees with Audrey and kisses the side of her head, remembering how fragile she felt the first time he held her. Still fragile even now, and he wasn't there. Recently, he'd been trying to keep the police scanner off, instead watching a rerun of a Pitt Panthers game as he waited for her afterschool bus drop off. He'd waited on his porch ten minutes to five, eyes on her bus stop, and was still waiting there ten minutes past, the yells of basketball fans instead of police calls echoing from inside. And then that dreaded call from the program and-

"Sweetheart!"

"Mommy!"

Deb sweeps in, still in her fancy lawyer suit he made fun of this morning when he picked Audrey up after his shift and drove her to school. His baby sister's curls are dull rust instead of Jack's premature greys, currently trying their hardest to escape the tight braid down her back. Deb goes to Audrey's free side, gathering her own child in a tight hug and murmuring prayers of the God she still believes in into her hairline. When she pulls back, it's jarring to see tears in her eyes. The few times his stoic baby sister has looked like that was her first visit to him in the VA hospital after his amputation and Claire's funeral eleven years ago. "Jacky, what happened? All I know is her bus was in an accident." Jack opens his mouth, but a sharp knock on the door interrupts him.

"Ms. Abbot? I'm Doctor Samira Mohan and I've been treating your daughter today." The baby hairs around Samira's forehead crown her like those angels Jack used to see in the paintings in his grandma's house; embossed golden halos encircling their heads. Deb turns back to Jack with an evil glint in her eye, mouthing 'Samira'? And of course, his lawyer baby sister has a perfect memory of Jack, even when it happened months ago. When Audrey was with their mom and the two Abbot siblings got wine drunk to celebrate Deb's divorce and starting waxing poetic about Samira in their porch chairs. The morning after, Jack's limb aching after he slept wrong on his couch, Deb greeted him with scrambled eggs and her mom smile, sad and understanding. That was the only time he's voiced this parasite in his head.

Deb clearly gets the message, turning on work mode and standing to shake Samira's hand. "Deb Abbot. Jack's sister, as you've probably noticed." Samira shakes her hand firmly, completely unaware of the magnitude of the moment. The last woman Deb met that Jack loved liked was Claire, seventeen years ago after their six-month anniversary. This meeting, however, is covert, and he takes in Samira the way he imagines Deb is doing. Waves clipped back in an all-business claw clip (a new vocabulary term in his mental dictionary, courtesy of Santos and her side remarks), mouth set in a stern line but offset with those dimples that come out whenever she's trying to calm a patient, and a too-big scrub shirt, meaning the machine was out and she's been sprayed with some sort of fluid today. Strength, in all its forms.

"Audrey was very brave, and very lucky. She's suffering from a broken tibia and fibula in her left leg, but I'd like to run a few more tests to make sure she doesn't have any bone fragments floating around that could harm her in the future. While we wait for Radiology, let's talk about family history and next steps." Jack stands up immediately, giving the free chair to Samira who he's sure hasn't sat down all day. She pretends to not notice, clearly wanting Deb to take it. But Deb Abbot is a force of her own.

"Dr. Mohan, if you don't sit in that chair, I'll force you in it myself. I have been sitting for 12 hours today and don't plan on making it 13." Jack helps his baby sister and her incessant need to order people, rounding around the hospital bed until he stands behind Samira's shoulders. Gently, to the soft giggles of Audrey, he curls his fingers around the slopes of her trapezius down to her acromion, resisting the urge to brush her clavicles. He pushes her forward until he's satisfied she can walk the two feet left to the chair. Once she sits, and he can see the relief in her face, he steps back next to Deb. "I'll leave you to take a history, Dr. Mohan. And take your time, because I will be double checking." He shoots Audrey a wink and exits before he can think twice.

-

When Jack Abbot can't think, he goes to the roof. On the worst days, it's on the wrong side of the railing, but that's with a small part of knowledge that Robby is in the building and can pull him back. Robby's here today, and he's already called Shen for a last-minute replacement without even consulting Jack, probably because he knew he'd refuse. But Audrey's in the building, and Debbie, and Samira if he forces himself to go there, so Jack stays on the right side. He does, however, sit and prop up his arms on the rails. That's where Samira finds him an hour later, staring at the sinking sun, thinking of how he could've prevented his baby niece facing the brutal side of life.

"I didn't know you broke your wrist in fifth grade," is how she greets him once the iron roof access door swings shut with a bang. "I was trying to do a front-facing slide during a Little League game. Didn't quite get the technique down." She snorts, sitting down at his side with crisscrossed legs, but keeps her hands in her lap instead of joining him at the railing. "So, the baseball cowboy came before the ER cowboy." She states, not even a question. He huffs at that stupid nickname, knowing she finds a little truth and a lot of stupidity in it. Silence stretches after that, comfortable like a sigh after a long day.

Her knee nudges his thigh. It's the leg that's not a leg, stuck out straight instead of folded. "It's not your fault." She whispers. But it is, is the problem. This is why he listens to the police scanner at all times of the day, giving into his anxiety about shit exactly like this. Warfare brought home, civilians facing violence that he should be there to fix. But this time he wasn't, he was selfish and the baby he held (before her own father, who was out shitfaced somewhere) was alone and scared and he wasn't there.

"I turned the scanner off. I was watching a fucking basketball game, Samira, and her bus was overturned because of some drunk idiot." Samira inhales at the sound of her first name, one he almost never uses, but he's too weak to keep up the pretense of being professional. When he turns, it's not pity he finds in her eyes, but understanding. He thinks of the father she's grieved for longer than he was in her life, and how she might share this heavy burden of guilt, despite the time that's passed. That's why he does it, he thinks. Not because he's acting on years of infatuation, but because Samira might be the only person in this building that understands him.

She moves in tandem with him, as always.

His legs leg retracts to the right side of the railing as Samira opens her arms. Jack buries himself in the crook of her neck, only noticing the wetness on his face when it slides against Samira's neck. There's no rumble of disgust or complaint, just acceptance as she tightens her arms around the breadth of his shoulders. His hands tighten around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer as the tears fall. It's a catharsis, a rebirth, a release of the guilt that's weighed on him since one drunk driver took away his wife and another harmed his ladybug. And Samira just holds him, even as he begins to shake with relief. A warm hand rubs at his back, a grounding motion as his breathing slowly calms with every exhale.

When he pulls back, after a wipe at his face to ensure it's dry, Samira's dimples are winking at him. "Feel better?" She murmurs, her hand dropping from his back to his knee, warming the metal of his prosthesis. After a clarifying inhale, he nods. "Always taking care of me, huh?" He softens it with a laugh, but she doesn't return it.

"What are you talking about? If anything, it's the opposite." Jack disagrees, but he wants to hear her continue, so he stays silent. "You, you, give me these protein bars at shift change on the days I don't have time to eat. And then you email me about my research even when the other attendings think there's too much on my plate. You even offered me your veteran benefits when I started complaining about my insurance!" Frustration laces her tone, and maybe that means he's been pushing this too far? But her hand is still on his knee...

"Audrey hates those protein bars." Jack mutters, like he hasn't been caught red-handed. "Don't get me started on Audrey." She says sternly. When Jack frowns, Samira rolls her eyes. "You've mentioned her, but I didn't realize how much you take care of people until I saw you with her. This isn't on you, Jack. You'd never hurt her and you know that." She's right, because Samira Mohan is always right. And he takes care of Samira (and Audrey and Deb), but maybe he can let her take care of him right back. His defenses are down and she's right there with so much openness on her face and she's the one keeping him on the right side of the railing.

When he kisses her, he thinks of magic.

Of rediscovering it by reading Audrey bedtime stories as Deb worked late. Of the feeling of a human heart in his hand for the first time at 24. Of getting that baseball slide right the third time, stealing home and breaking a tied championship two years later. Of Samira Mohan, and her determination to treat people like people, and not numbers on a screen.

Her lips are soft, and after a moment, open wider to let him in. She tugs him into her, farther away from the edge and he knows what she's doing and he won't stop her, practically caging her onto the ground as he ensures there's no way for her to stumble. He pours years of longing into it, and he didn't want it to be under these circumstances, but Jack Abbot has learned he's a selfish man when it comes to Samira Mohan.

She pushes at his chest slightly, her hands having migrated there at some point, and he immediately retreats. Her brows are furrowed and her lips bitten, and he can't help the masculine possessiveness that rears its head for an ugly second, especially as his hand cups her head to protect it from the concrete under them. "I can't do this if it's guilt." She confesses, and his heart aches. Jack leans forward until his forehead touches hers, their breaths one and the same. "I've been watching you for years, Samira. Every overpriced latte, every printed journal article with colored ink from the Pitt, every protein bar, that's not guilt. I've been waiting for you to see me this whole time, and it turns out you have, and I'm just the blind old man." She smacks his chest with a playfulness he almost never sees in the ER.

"You're not old, you're middle-aged." Jack kisses her jaw before replying, running his nose down the side of her face. "Somehow, baby, I think that's worse."

Samira seems to have decided the kiss is guilt free and tugs him back for more.

That is, until, something starts vibrating between them. Jack pulls away with a grunt, smoothing the baby hairs threatening to drown Samira's face as she pulls out her pager. "Audrey's scans are back from Radiology." She reports, and its so inane that all he does is shake his head. Ignoring all the creaks of his bones, Jack rises up, one hand proffered to Samira. She takes it, leaping up in a much more flexible manner Jack would like to investigate further, and he can't help but kiss the smooth skin of her hand before dropping it.

"Let's go help some patients, Dr. Abbot." She orders, and he gladly follows her lead.

-

out of the woods lyric was necessary for a title but the sun was literally setting during the last scene oops

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Can I send an idea you know there are multiple supreme beings of nazerick. Imagine of them has a wife(Not Ainz's wife). Imagine that wife looks baal zebul from bayonetta. I would love to headcanon that she works as a lounge singer IRL. Maybe she could be married to Albedo or Shaltear's (creator).

Married to a Supreme Being | Yandere Overlord

That’s an interesting idea. That you are brought into the game without being actively a part of it. Your partner is the one who plays religiously and helps you boost your levels. When you arrive as your character you’re truly taken aback. Thinking it's more like an isekai anime you're pleasantly surprised to recognize the name of Ainz Ooal Gown:

Peroncino

“I love H-games.”

“I know you do which is why I’ll dismiss the cleavage on my costume.”

When he started the guild he probably wasn’t seeing you seriously

As a friend or coworker

When he does get the ring on his finger though the guildmembers notice

And so do his creations 

When Ainz finally does find you he’s ecstatic but also worried

Shalltear on the other hand is on cloud 9

“Mother/Father! I’m so happy you are here! Did Peronchino-sama come with you?”

She’s hurt for a little while but she’s your sweet little guard dog

Granted you could hold your own she’d rather you never lift another finger again

Draining and devouring any human who so much as offends you

She’s a lot more hostile until she gets pets from you

And she’ll never stop bragging

“See? Ariska Peronchino-sama left his love to me because he trusts my power most.”

She pampers you to no end and with Ainz’s unexpressed permission

She’ll be in charge of your protection

By any means necessary

Tabula Smaragdina

“Darling you’ll wear the leather harness right?”

“Darling~You’re microphone is on….”

“...Will you?”

He doesn’t speak about you too openly 

But his close friends, the entirety of Nazarick know he’s snagged someone

The lore he writes is so detailed and convoluted that there are a few lines that reference you 

Ainz would never know that when he brings you to Albedo and Nigredo they’d have such a visceral connection

“(Y/n)-sama!? To think I’d have you here is a miracle! (Y/n) if I may, there’s so much I have to ask you! ”

“My…my….my creator’s significant other…your greatness!”

Albedo is quite open about her pride in you 

Bragging with a blush on her face as she returned from a conversation over tea

She adores that you’ll encourage her newfound obsession with Ainz

“And he squeezed me!”

“Oh my so forward! I think you're a shoo-in for the first wife! Even my darling Tabula wasn’t so forward with me.”

“No way!?”

“Yes, I had to take quite a few advances myself.”

“How romantic!”

And Nigredo

Oh Nigredo

She’s honored you came to Frozen Realm just to see her 

Let her rest her head on your lap as you brush through her hair

“Nigredo, you’re as beautiful as the day Tabula made you.”

“Oh, my supreme!”

“You may call my name Nigredo. I’d feel outcasted as an extension of your creator.”

“Do not harken my insolence to your grace. I’m grateful to be gazed upon by you.”

Both will protect you with a veracity that rivals their typical bloodlust

Ainz may be leading them but you are their creator’s prized partner 

You’re the closest thing to their dear Tabula, they both promise to never let you go again

Both Images From Wiki

[offbranddrpepsi]

Hi. Can I request yandere headcanons for Chamber from Valorant?

Absolutely!

Yandere Chamber Headcanons

Chamber is already known to be incredibly resourceful as well as has the financial power to compensate for what he isn't able to obtain with his own efforts. This becomes his main tactic to keep tabs on you once hes taken interest. Though he heavily skirts the line of stalking he never does, he is still a gentleman after all and lets you have privacy, there are some things he would rather have you give him than him take. He knows your schedule and routine perfectly. He knows your address, your parents address, what their professions are, what yours is/was (if you are in Valorant), were you like to get dinner when you want to spoil yourself, the names of your best friend and any information one could possibly find about them. Before you've even become good friends he knows your likes and dislikes better than nearly everyone you know and uses this to hook you.

Now, Chamber also knows he is attractive so in his mind he realistically doesn't have to put a lot of work into getting you. Even still he starts his pursuit by gifting you your favorite flowers, saying he over heard you talking to Sage when you ask how he knew. Then he is asking you on a date to a higher end version of your favorite restaurant, a knowing smile on his face as you rave about the food and how you can't wait to go again. Finally he starts flirting with only you, others make note of it and do his work for him by teasing you over it.

Of course his flirtations aren't where all his efforts lie. If he knows of anyone you have interest in then he pays them handsomely to avoid you and finds dirt on the ones who don't accept his bribes, causing them to avoid you or have their lives destroyed. Now he doesn't want to isolate you, he still lets your friends be your own though he does make efforts to win them to his side as well with elaborate group trips and gifts for every occasion. If someone causes you trouble they are paid off to quietly go away, if they don't then they simply vanish not to be heard from. He makes sure everyone that loves you loves him as well and removes anyone that would keep the two of you apart one way or the other.

He ensures you have the best day possible when ever he can and is always there when you dont. He listens to you vent and makes sure he is the only one to cheer you up, only sending you on little feel better trips with your friends so he can handle what ever darkened your day. You start having surprisingly good luck. He starts chatting you up more about your day to know if his efforts were enough. If they weren't he fixes that the only way an assassin knows how.

As he sinks his teeth into you he becomes possessive but subtly at first, he knows how quickly someone can pull away so he wants to let you get used to it. He buys you a pair of gold ear rings that match his own, encouraging you to show it off while telling you that you get gold because you deserve the best. Your clothes slowly start being replaced, though he is sure to keep the ones you look the most you in, by ones that match his own so you two always look like a pair in some way. Then he gets you a bracelet with his last name engraved on it, easily folding when you ask him to get one with yours so he can match as it marks his efforts coming to fruition. Its barely two months before you're moved in with him with a room of your own at his apartment though you spend most of your time in his until your room is now your office. He starts seeming to show up not long after you stray from his side, always having an arm around you or holding your hand, saying how he missed you and just so happened to find you. At times he is just silent while others he is just as part of the conversation as anyone else, no one notices just how present hes become in everything you do until its just normal for him to be there.

He uses all of his resources to make sure you absolutely never have a reason to leave him. He bares his heart to you, exposing his deepest emotions he hides from others, pulling you in as close as he can until its far too late to escape. You feel lucky, you're his only confidant, the one person he trusts more than himself, the person who owns his heart which he stresses is very hard to do. You're spoiled constantly and never have dark days. You want it he gets it, you don't want it then he makes sure you never have to see it again. He uses vulnerability like a trap, drawing you in until its too late for you to turn around and escape and then spoiling you so you dont realize just how far you've fallen.

You have a ring on your finger and a wedding date before you know it. You retire from what ever work you do, Valorant or not, at his insistence as he promises to take care of you just as he has been this whole time. Slowly most of your friends simply can't keep up which he consoles you over and eventually you meet his double, the only other man he would trust with you, and soon you too become close to his mirror. Having him becomes like having a body guard that can never stop telling you how beautiful you are and thats only multiplied now. Who needs friends when theres plenty of him to go around?

Eventually you're a caged bird but your cage is gilded with gold and adorned with the finest jewels. You have all your hobbies, you have your family, you have any friends that managed to stick around. Your every need it met and all you have to give is yourself to him. All you have to do is be his and only his. He doesn't make you serve him, you're too good for that. Instead you sit just in eye sight, being the you he oh so loves. When you're not in his sight you're in his doubles though you aren't ever sure which is which some days, they look at you the same after all and give you the same, and only, love that you've come to know.

[practicalsolarpunk]

Hello I was wondering if you had any advice for solar punk dwellers that live in apartments. I always see all these cool add-ons to houses to make life more sustainable, but a lot of them I can't really do while living in an apartment. Also my apartment is fully indoors so it doesn't have a balcony where I can put stuff outside. However, I have started an indoor garden.

Hi! Indoor gardening is a fantastic place to start. Beyond that, it can really depend on what you're interested in. If gardening is really your thing, see what kind of gardening resources are around! Is there a community garden in your area that you could participate in? Would your apartment complex be interested in letting you start a garden for the complex? (They may be more interested than you might think - it's an amenity they can promote to future tenants, it engages current tenants, and they don't have to pay for landscaping on the area you turned into a garden.) If you have a lot of gardening experience, are there people in the area who want to learn that you could work with? If you're new to gardening, is there someone in your local Food Not Lawns group who would be willing to teach you more in exchange for some work on their garden?

Speaking of Food Not Lawns, see what other groups are around in your area that you could get involved in. Food Not Bombs, Freecycle, and Buy Nothing are other good groups to look for. There's also likely groups specific to your area - you may be able to find them by searching on Facebook, but more likely by connecting with other people at one of these bigger groups and asking.

Beyond that, I highly recommend cooking, mending and sewing (see our #mending, #mend and make do, and #sewing tags), and building some community. Meet your neighbors and get to know them! (I love cooking as a vehicle for this - humans often bond over food, and bringing over cookies or inviting them to share some homemade soup is a great way to connect.) You could start a free pantry in your apartment complex or building, or talk about a tenants' union. You can also try similar stuff at work, like a Breakroom Free Box. If politics is more your speed, you can do some activism (see our #activism tag) or even get involved with local political organizations and push them to be more progressive. Especially in local politics, one person can make a big difference.

For more ideas, we also have the following tags:

#apartment solarpunk

#dorms and small spaces

#community building

#mutual aid

#fiber crafts

#diy

I'd also encourage you to check out this post and this post, which are previous answers to similar questions.

I hope this gives you some places to start. If you have more specific questions, feel free to send in another ask!

- Mod J

[kozachenko]

On a less serious note about the whole Touhou 20 AI situation now that things have basically been resolved (at least from my point of view), I think it's really funny how the entire fandom that knew about this collectively went through the five stages of grief over these past few days. I made my last post about this literally at midnight so I wanna make this one just to sum up my thoughts when I'm not mentally tired. This is a long post so I'll just put it all under the "keep reading" tab.

I find it interesting how basically every theory I've heard for the past few days about the AI usage ended up being kinda right???? Like, it's both stock image use, AI use, AI use RELATED to Adobe (the person on reddit who speculated something along those lines must feel like a fucking prophet right now), and my own theory about the AI being used for time efficiency was also right. While I still don't think I'll be playing 20 anytime soon (not until I sort out my feelings about potentially playing it), I'm kinda (emphasis on kinda) relieved that things were nowhere near as bad as I thought they would be.

I do really wish that ZUN gave himself more time (like, at least a year) to make these games if he ended up having to resort to adobe's AI to quickly get background stuff done (and even with Adobe's AI there's still some ethical issues there) or get someone he knows to help him find backgrounds while he does the heavier stuff. This is why there are game development teams, because there does come a point when you're basically unable to do everything yourself in such a short amount of time.

This, oddly enough, brings me back to when I was really into Pokemon a few years ago, and the quality of the games was being impacted by Game Freak's size as a game studio and crunched time. Of course I haven't really been up to date on new Pokemon stuff now and I never head of them trying to use AI in an official game, but I just wanted to mention this since it was on my mind.

In the end, I am against AI usage and think that ZUN would have been better off just making the backgrounds himself via his own photography and photo bashing/drawings and I think it sucks that I have to settle for a "it could have been a lot worse" in this scenario.

But people have said this before and I will say it to, DO NOT HARASS OR THREATEN ZUN! It does literally nothing good for the community and is in no way a constructive way to criticize a person's actions or decisions. Also, I don't think people making fanart and stuff for Touhou 20 are "complacent" and "encouraging ZUN to keep using AI" The characters and music are still products of ZUN's own creativity and people still have a right to enjoy those good parts of the game.

Also, not everyone knows about this. The day after the demo released was when I found out about the whole AI thing after I saw one person talking about how they were gonna abandon Touhou and got so confused that I had to look up what happened with Touhou 20, saw "Touhou 20 AI" as a search result and stumbled upon the reddit post discussing it. I then looked to Tumblr, saw no one talking about it, and then waited to see if anyone else would talk about this and take that time to collect my own thoughts on it. The only reason I know is because I just so happened to find a post that was vaguely alluding to something bad happening. I bet a lot of other people in the fandom right now could also be unaware of this, so please give them some grace too.

In the end, there isn't really a wrong way to handle the outcome of this situation (OTHER THAN HARRSING ZUN AND SENDING HIM THREATS). Whether you choose to stay in the fandom, play or not play Touhou 20, (RESPECTFULLY) critique the game, not play it but still enjoy the good aspects of it (like the characters (has to change art in general because...ya know...) and music), all of those aspects are your decision and are based on your own morals and views on AI and how it is used in the game.

If there is any information that is wrong in this post, or anything that needs clearing up, PLEASE tell me in the comments. I'll probably add an edit on this post saying to go there. Also, if the link works (let me know if it doesn't), I'll also put the Twitter thread on this whole situation here for the sake of spreading it around because more people need to see it.

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Cloud Knight!darling makes a bet with their fellow cloud knight friends that if someone in their group gets a high profile partner, they have to get married and have kids first😆😂

TADA! Darling gets 😱 General Jing Yuan?! And shockingly the exiled Blade! What luck to get TWO matches?! Unaware of the General's gaze on you (from behind you), you shrug it off and turn around to tell your friends that it's a pipe dream-

Uh oh- The general is standing behind you🧍‍♂️and wraps his arm around your waist to tell you that it's ok, you'll be given time to accept the match... But he didn't tell you that you're relieved of your job to serve him and be his little precious housewife nor the fact that he's requested for Blade to come back so you three could have a tiny wedding... With a small bump on your tummy of course🥰

-💦anon (that's constantly horn knee for blade and Jing yuan, I mean who wouldn't 😔)

Your brain has so many interesting ideas!! I LOVE THIS!! Would be freaking out and be so happy 🤣😳😳❤️‍🔥Think this matching service could be more dystopian, ostensibly consensual, but actually forced marriage...

CW: yandere, forced marriage, kind of dystopian

"Oh come on. What's so special about that matching service? I'm sure they'll match me with someone who doesn't even know how to fight."

"Huh? If not?"

"Hmph, getting married and having a baby? okay. Anyway, I'm of the marriageable age in Xianzhou."

Luofu recently arranged for people to go to a matching service to increase the proportion of the married population (loneliness in the universe is already one of the afflictions of long-lived species)… even though you are part of the army is no exception. You fold your arms, discussing the service with your cloud knight companions, curling your lips indifferently. You guys bet that if one of you is lucky enough to find a high profile partner, get married and have a baby first.

A few days later, you receive an electronic report on your phone and walk over to your companion. You were joking and clicked on the results together.

Matching Result: Jing Yuan, Blade (Warning: This person is wanted by Xianzhou. For your safety, the result has been backed up to Seat of Divine Foresight) Suitability for Marriage: 90% Suitability for Reproduction: 95% The results are based on rigorous scientific analysis, as detailed below: … *The system has automatically sent your information to your matching partner(s). We wish you happiness and look forward to seeing you get married soon!*

You opened your mouth slightly, and a big "?" appeared on the top of your head. You swipe the screen with your fingers, and checked it several times before you realized that it was not the person with the same name as General Jing Yuan, but the real General Jing Yuan… And that Blade you saw on the wanted poster? This is your matching result? And why can this service invade your privacy and automatically send your information to them? Too much confusion fills your mind.

Okay, this must be a pipe dream. You shrug and turn your head away, planning to tell your friend that you're going to ignore this.

Something is gently placed on your waist, it is a hand. Your back shivered from the close contact, and you let out a little scream, and turned around to find that it was…General Jing Yuan!?!? Jing Yuan was amused by your reaction, squinting his eyes, and Say hello to you. Cloud Knight's friends were petrified.

"It's okay," the general said softly. "I will give you time to accept the matching result. By the way, I have already booked the venue and date, for the wedding, you know. And Blade, he also expressed his willingness to return to Xianzhou."

"What-what?" Your mind is in turmoil.

Under the gaze of everyone, Jing Yuan kissed your forehead and left in a good mood. "I'll be visiting your house tonight, darling."

As for Blade, he is returning to Xianzhou from somewhere in space, and is checking your profile. Kafka is encouraging him and telling him what to pay attention to when meeting his future partner. Silver Wolf is telling him that he can refer to visual novels 💀