#time for them to Mingle(TM)

[twistedpink]

One night stand! Malleus? I just reread ONS Jade, and I felt like it would fit our lovely gargoyle lover well!

Omg you’re so right!! @bju3c0re

ONS!Malleus is a terrifying thing to think of- not because of lighting strikes or fae hexes, not even Sebek’s not-so-subtle threats in the sake of monogamy, but because he just looks so,, Sad without you. Like a wet dog, if that dog started a storm on purpose because it knows you like it’s hair all disheveled. Yeah, that dog. What’s worse is that none of your friends believe you, even if they get past the ‘he who shall not be named’ factor- all it takes is a simple look between the two of you for any teenage boy to think, “How’s that work?” (Picture Doberman x Chihuahua) Little do they know, Malleus is more than willing to get on his knees if it’s for you. That’s what’s so dangerous <3

ONS!Malleus that’s just so worried he scared you off :( And it sucks, because he totally did- just not with what he thought,, It was never about his scales or fangs (unfortunately, that’s what you’re into), but all the talk of ruling a kingdom, regardless of the gold, is a NIGHTMARE!! Not that the rest of diasomnia’s helping much >:( All of them find some way to go on and on about a certain someone carrying the next Draconia heir, and it sure as all hell won’t be you,, So long you can fend that royal iguana off, which a particular housewarden is more than happy to do :)

ONS!Malleus’s just seething when he finds you with that sort of company- though he’s loathe to admit it, he both can and has scared off your friends for access to your company, but.. Leona? Really? Are you so starved for intellectual mingling that you’d resort to that? Usually, he’d think any mention of competition is amusing at best. Usually, he’d be the one with the final say on your friends (Silently.) . But, with him out of the picture, you’re always finding new ways to keep things ridiculous- because this.. Joke of a ‘relationship’ is far, far lower than he ever imagined you going :/ He consults every human in close proximity for reference (Read; Silver), only to find that he was too intense for your delicate, human sensibilities.

His eye twitches.

Something somewhere is lit on fire. Repeatedly.

But, for the first time in years, Malleus learns a lesson. He’s so utterly dependent on you- yes. Flippant, demanding you, that he’s willing to beg so feverishly for your hand in front of his ‘rival’ that it comes off as “adorkable”, rather than insane.. And while it’s totally your choice whether to take him back or not, just know that Silver has both his credibility and salary on the line as resident human tm, so,, Choose kindly. <\3

[wings-of-ink]

Ask with chapter 5 spoilers below.

From @ariquess-arts

speaking of spoilers and Oswin ((and simping for that man))!! maybe it was answered before but I can't find it. will there be consequences of having romantic points with more than one RO?

Hello dear! You won't have to worry about consequences per se, though depending on certain actions (such as an attempted confession) it may warrant some additional discussion. Oswin is the main one this can happen with, and depending on choices, there may be an instance of him having doubts or asking if MC is sure that they want him - something of that nature. The ROs are all basically interested in MC - all single and ready-to-mingle sort of thing - but they are all fairly realistic in their expectations even when flirted with and such. Duri expects nothing, and neither does ??? at the start, Zahn and Rune are both in the realm of just hoping something could possibly happen.

I mean, my MC is shy and gentle (with a little lot of playfulness in them) and very into Oswin, they nearly said the L word to him. (we all know why they didn't). and I wasn't very interested in other ROs with this specific MC. (they want them very much in a *platonic physical touch full of cuddles and non-romantic hand-holding and feeding them all honey cakes* kind of way) but then the end of chapter 5 happened, and my MC is blushing and stuttering and 'WHAT. WHY.' for ??? if only because I thought it would be funny. like, I see them not even realising it. like, 'yeah, ??? is hot, so what??' maybe the first time in a while they found someone hot besides Oswin and they're not fully aware themselves? that they might-or might not- get a crush on that asshole, lmao. Oswin is still an end-game for them but I just can't stop myself while thinking about any and all Oswin/??? interactions and parallels. (wait is parallel wven a correct word between those two?? probably not, haha) like, imagine your childhood friend has a crush on you and nearly tells you how they feel after days of going red-faced mess just from you looking and them... and you stop them from saying L-word bc you're insecure and 'not-deserving' (can't wait till my MC can shower him in love and show him how wrong he is) and blah blah (/j, his feelings are very important here). only to see them all a mess again a few days later, but for some tall(er? if I remember right) asshole who very nearly killed them, lmao. yeah, I find this specific pair cery interesting and funny. I'm actually judging my MC soooo hard for their taste, lmao.

I totally feel this, lol. No matter if Oswin is romanced or not, an inclination toward this handsome asshole will make him question everything. It won't be a deal-breaker for him if MC flirts with him and also has feelings for Oswin, but there will be some reactions coded for Oswin based on MC's feelings. So if they are romantic with Oswin but have some sort of moment with another person, it may hurt him a bit or shock him. But Oswin knows that MC isn't beholden to wait for him too. He still respects MC's choices because they don't belong to him. Until they are officially "together" he may feel a bit jealous or a bit hurt by this and you may get some unique dialogue and such. So in that sense, there is a bit of a consequence but it won't be like a huge upset or drama. It will be part of a tough conversation about MC's true feelings.

also, I very much like to see my MC suffer,

We are of the same mind, my friend, lol.

so ofc I choose some (all) very bad choices for them and by the end of ch5 I had some sort of epiphany bc hear me out.

LOL, so you were beat the hell up. I like it.

each time MC goes through someting bad (tm), Oswin is hit with it twice as hard.

Yup! You nailed it! :D And you're gonna see some of the effects on him in chapter 6.

you know, the something something, input his ch5 talk in here but make it worse bc now, he's actually responsible (in a way) for MC and their well being. so I replayed the game again with the same MC and exact same choices bc I this time, Iwas fully aware both of them will suffer, lmao. (it made ch4 choice of calling out for dads to hold MC extra angsty for me like the first time wasn't enough, haha, bc can you imagine what Oswin celt then? not only unable to protect MC but also give them the comfort they needed? ouch).

YES, that is super impactful. And that negative perception he has of himself tingles and starts to eat at him again. Not MC's fault of course and he knows this, but he knows that he's at a stage of life where he must conquer these things that plague him.

also, also, there's two parts of the story extrememly hard for me. 1) what do you mean I have to choose whom to give the cake to? my MC wants to feed them all! let my MC feed everyone honey cakes pls!!! even the assh--???. (I'm unable to give the cake to anyone but Z. they deserve it so much).

Teehee! Sorry! (kinda) I knew when I did that it would make it conflicting, lol.

2) I HAVE TO CHOOSE WHO TO GIVE A PRESENT TOO? Lunan, I'm sorry you're so wvil for that. how can I choose between my beloved dads and my best friend? ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ (it's Lakota, I can't stop myself from choosing Lakota, I'm so sorry, dads).

Teehee again! I debated about being nice and letting MC get a few things but changed my mind. If it is any consolation, they will all be happy to have MC home and that is gift enough. <3

I'm sorry it turned out so long. I spent like, qhat? 2 hours writing (and re-writing) this ask to make it shorter, but oh well. and sorry for all the mistakes, as I got out-drunk by seventy-something years old neighbours of mine (where do these ppl get stamina for taht what). not to mention English not being my fisrt language, I had to take it off my chest. ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

Not to worry, my friend! This was an enjoyable read and made me smile. Don't feel bad about being out-drunk - I promise - they felt it worse the next day even if they pretended not to, lol.

(I may or may not have a rather long ask in my phone notes about how I feel about your IF ((positive, really)) that sits there for 2 weeks already, but I don't really want to spam your ask box, so instead let me just...)

I love this story so much and I'm so so thankful you chose to write it and share with us, thank you sooo much!!

I am so glad you love it and that you shared these things with me. I'm so glad I can bring you something that lives in your heart like this and that brings you enjoyment. I can't wait to bring you more. ^_^

[amelikos]

Spinel's Blacky knows Reflect as a move which is kinda interesting because it's not a move that Blacky learns naturally (in the game, it's learnt by TM) and while the two verses are different, it still stands out to me because it probably means Spinel went out of his way to teach Blacky a move reducing damage. In fact, even during the battle against Friede and Cap, so much of Blacky's style seemed to be about being faster to avoid attacks and the few times Cap tried to use a move that could have landed on Blacky (like Thunder Punch or Volt Tackle), Spinel immediately used Reflect... Feels like Spinel specifically trained Blacky to battle in a way that would avoid her getting hurt. I don't think Cap really landed a move against Blacky during the battle, because Spinel was so methodical in trying to avoid a direct hit (it also mirrors how Spinel acts behind the scenes and tries not to put himself out there too much).

Also Blacky knows Foul Play and the move apparently uses the target's attack to calculate damage instead of the user's own attack. Very Spinel-like move honestly, that's what he did in the episode by his own admission (using the other Explorers to attack Rayquaza while he orchestrates things in the background).

Anyway, this makes me even more curious about Spinel and Blacky. Spinel seems to keep everyone in the Explorers at arm's length and didn't seem to agree with Friede when the latter referred to the Explorers as Spinel's friends (context: Friede told Spinel that he didn't strike him as the type to rely on his friends' strength, to which Spinel was like "I am just using them"). He was arguably the closest to Agate, but there is still a distance there. Same with Blacky who doesn't seem to want to mingle with the other Pokemon in the Explorers (she pointedly ignored Onyx's Kyojiohn back in HZ027). It feels like they only have a strong attachment to each other. Spinel only ever shows affection to Blacky and only seems loyal to his partner Pokemon and no one else. I wonder what he's in the Explorers for in the first place.

[manyothermusingsofmine]

Protective || Drabble

Fandom: Xmen

Warnings: being harrassed by Some Guy TM to the point of wishing violence upon him. Please do not throw glasses at people's faces unless you're 100% sure you'll win the self-defense claim in court and don't take anything I say as legal advice anyway

Wordcount: 1428

Summary: Just because Miranda is capable of handling an annoying person bothering her doesn't mean getting back up from Kurt isn't nice or appreciated ------------------------------ Being as tall as Gambit was definitely had its advantages. It was easy to see over a crowd of mingling mutants, even easier to keep his eye on where Miranda was standing outside the glass doors of the venue. He had been watching the guy who had felt the need to approach her like a hawk; while Miranda hadn't given any distress signals she sure was sporting a body language that gave a very clear 'No, fuck off,' to anyone who bothered to pay attention to it for even a second.

Gambit wouldn't even feel the need to step in and defend her had it been anyone but Riptide getting on her nerves. As soon as he planned on taking a step forward though he saw something blue from the peripheral of his eyes slither through the crowd like an lithe cat, a slight smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. Miranda just looked bored, save for the iron grip she had on the glass in her hand, while the man in front of her went on yapping about how great a guy he was. Even her blinking was somehow bored.

"I'm not interested," she said deadpan when he halted a moment to breathe

"Oh, come on, I could show you a great time. Why would you not be interested?!"

"I'm not interested is a full sentence. But since you're asking; I'm already taken."

"Sure you are," Riptide answered, leaning in to which she immediately took a step backwards, "and who is the lucky man who stole away such a beauty, hmm?"

"None of your business."

"Oh, come on baby, don't be like that. I'm just trying to make conversation. Or can you not put a name to your imaginary boyfr-"

"Fine. It’s Nightcrawler."

At that the guy in front of her just laughed, while Miranda looked no less bored by the situation. His laughter clearly didn't impress her in any kind of way

"Now I know you're lying, girl. Of all the people you'd be dating Nightcrawler? What would be the odds? And really, a gorgeous girl like you with a loser like him? You should trade up, honey."

With every condescending nickname he had been using now combined with the unnecessary stab at Kurt it became way more enticing to just skip throwing the contents of her glass into his face and settle on throwing the entire glass instead, and that was when she felt a very familiar tail coil around her waist which ever so lightly and gently pulled her backwards. Kurt very deliberately put an arm over her shoulders, lightly pulling her closer to his side while his yellow glowing eyes bore into Riptides eyes that seemed to spit fire back at the blue mutant.

"Come on, both of you have got to be joking. Do you really think I buy that you two are together? Piss off, Wagner. I was having a great conversation with her before you decided to come in and white knight for her."

For some reason or another Miranda was suddenly well aware of the strength she felt in Kurt's arm and tail, her eyes slowly going to him while she didn't move another muscle. Everything about him was tense in a way she didn't recall ever seeing in him before, ready to lash out. He wasn't just protecting her, he was anchoring himself to her to try and hold himself back. Her eyes went back to Riptide. There had to be bad blood between them, or Kurt wouldn't be acting like-

"She's with me."

Miranda had to do everything in her will power to not visibly shiver at the low growl he said those words with, but she very much felt a shiver run over the whole length of her spine. Thankfully, she seemed to manage to play it off that she wasn’t affected and Riptide didn't seem to notice anyway; he was far too wrapped up in this stare down with Kurt to pay attention to her.

"You're lying through your teeth, boy. I thought your precious faith forbids that?"

"Do people usually fabricate entire relationships just to get out of a conversation with you?" Miranda mused somehow still in a deadpan tone, "because that says a lot more about you than it does about either of us."

A few people around the three started chuckling at that, which was enough to make Riptide feel surrounded by people on their side rather than his. He glared at the both of them.

"Whatever, enjoy your fake ass 'relationship' with a loser, bitch," and with that he stalked off where Miranda just rolled her eyes, lightly placing her hand to Kurt's chest as she could tell he was about to go after the guy.

"Don't, he's not worth it."

"But he called you a..." Kurt's voice trailed off, not wanting to repeat the word. Miranda just lightly turned to him, pressing a soft and loving kiss to his cheek.

"Oh, I was about to show him how much of a bitch I can be," she said, shaking her glass in a threatening manner, "it was a good thing you were holding me back. Bad blood between the two of you, huh?"

"... Yeah," Kurt admitted softly, his demeanor finally easing up, "sorry, I don't want to imply you can't defend yourself; but I saw him, he leaned into your space and I just... I haven't felt my blood boil like that in a long time. I.. wasn't trying to hold you back..."

"You were trying to hold yourself back by holding onto me, to ground yourself?"

Kurt nodded and Miranda gave him the softest little smile, green eyes twinkling with a deep sense of love. The idea that Kurt sought out her comfort, specifically holding on to her in an attempt to soothe himself... she just felt her heart flutter. He needed her.

"I'm sure Gambit saw me coming your way," Kurt said softly, his tail still coiled around her waist protectively, "thought he would be ready to throw hands too; they dont exactly get along either. Where's he gone off to?"

"Knowing him?" Miranda said with a light laugh, "either on the roof pretending to be a cast member of the Gargoyles, or somewhere around the back with Shadow getting up to something."

She looked around for a spell, nestling a bit closer to Kurt so she could lean in and very softly whisper so that only his sharp ears would hear: "I'm just glad Riptide didn't see me get weak in the knees over you growling at him, it would've ruined the dead pan disinterested vibe I was going for."

"Mhh, very likely," Kurt laughed in return, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek and lingering by her ear as well

"Didn't mean to spoil your game plan there, darling. I don't know about you, but if the latter is the case Gambit and Shadow got the right idea," he whispered in return, "this place is far too crowded for my liking, so I'm kind of hoping your social battery is running on empty so we can leave."

"Oh, what a coincidence; said battery just went dead," Miranda said with a grin. It was all Kurt needed to truly steal her away, teleporting off the premises of the mutant get together to hide away in one of the many quiet alleys around the place all to steal a proper kiss from her, unable to stop himself from lightly purring while they kissed.

"You know what I do wonder?" Miranda asked as they broke apart, "is it still considered French kissing if neither party involved is French?"

Kurt just laughed at that, while Miranda's heart fluttered at the sound of it. It was so beautiful, so warm in tone when he genuinely laughed, and it brought her unrivaled happiness to be the one making him laugh.

"Maybe it means we need to kiss long enough for our passports to change nationalities?"

"Oh, that sounds divine- I mean, worth a try," Miranda giggled, barely capable of getting through her words with her dead pan façade intact. She looked into his warm yellow eyes, drawn in by them like she always was. She was sure hers were showing him the depths of her love for him; because she sure saw his love for her in the deep, swirling pools of his eyes.

"Kiss me again," she whispered, "please?"

"Any time, Süße," and with that he eagerly planted his lips back on hers, a happy purr rumbling in his chest.

[theoriginalladya]

WIP Whenever

Missed WIP Wednesday this week due to Real Life Shenanigans (tm), but now that my Internet is working again and better than ever, I can finally share another snippet.

Not tagging anyone specifically to share their own snippets, but I will tag @mtreebeardiles because you expressed interest in the new fic! (fwiw, working title is Shields Up)

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“Wulfric, you must come quickly and quietly.  Now!” A hand, gentle and cool, slid over his mouth as the whisper woke him, another hand shaking his shoulder.  He knew the voice well enough even if it was barely above a breath, and he rolled out of his pallet.  Releasing him, she handed over his shoes.  Moments later, he found his feet as she settled his small cloak around his shoulders before taking his hand once more. “Not a word once we are past those doors.  Do you understand?” He nodded, though the urge to ask why pressed close to his lips.  Something was wrong, he could see it in the way her eyes tightened at the corners and the way she kept looking towards the door.  But she had bid him to silence. The soft creak of the door sounded more like the heavy limb of a tall oak bending in the breeze as Aderyn led him out of their small hut.  It was the only home Wulfric had ever known, but as they moved beyond the tree line on the outer edge of the vill, he had a suspicion he would never see it again. Why? There was a moment when the urge to ask was so strong he nearly broke his promise.  As if she knew, her hand tightened, her pace quickened, and he had to focus all his attention on keeping up. She was afraid, else why would she lead him into the depths of the forest, placing the trees between them and the view from the road?  It was darker here, too, any of Lleuad’s brilliance eaten up by the thick layers of branches above.  So dark, in fact, he tripped over a root, or perhaps it was a rock.  Only her tight grasp of his hand kept him on his feet. Time meant nothing in the dark, but even when his legs started to ache, a sure sign it was time to turn back when he went hunting, she continued on.  Another road.  More trees.  Across a stream and up a slippery hill.  Night animals called out; their voices eerily unafraid to ask what was amiss. And still they kept on. Somewhere a wolf howled, but it was not close enough to challenge.  When they did come to a stop, it was sudden and sharp, and Wulfric fell against his mother unintentionally only to find her frozen in place.  The crisp rattle of metal upon metal mingled with numerous shod hooves, but it was the shout that sent a shiver of fear racing through Wulfric.  “M-mam?” he breathed in a stuttered whisper. “Run!”

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I'm dumping my Omegaverse AU headcanons about The Vampire Armand here, as they don't really fit in my storyboard itself.

Cuz here's the thing about Armand.

Every frikkin adaptation's done him radically different. (We don't talk about QotD's Armand in this house! 😤)

Book Armand? Esp. from TVA? That whiny spoiled bratty out-of-control know-it-all easily impressionable jailbait with 1000 boy(man)friends in 1000 different taverns, wet-behind-the-ears I think I'm big & bad enough to hack down Marius' door with an effing battle axe and swordfight my ex boytoy cuz I'm a maneater just tryna make my undead lover/father-figure jealous enough to BITE me, balls-haven't-even-dropped-yet but I'm humping Beta Bianca one second cuz I'm Grown(TM) and hiding under her bed from Alpha Marius' scolding the next? Chile, that's an Omega.

If LDPDL thought he was hot stuff posing as a Beta, well Amadeo had already patented the Conflicted Dynamics Syndrome formula centuries ago, thinking he could act like an Alpha and get away with it, meanwhile living under the roof & rule of THE ALPHAMUS MAXIMUS, Marius de Romanus. 😂 .

Overcompensation is a thing, which is why he went buck wild as the coven leader of the Children of Darkness/Satan, ruling with a titanium fist because he's short and baby-faced and pretty and his voice will permanently crack since he's stuck as a frikkin 16/17 yr old for the rest of forever and he doesn't have an Alpha Voice he can use on anyone, just a mean streak a mile wide and a effton of uber-powerful vampire blood 1-degree of separation from Akasha herself backing him up (not that he knew that, ofc).

(If you can't tell, Armand's my favorite character in the VC books. 😅)

Like, of course he lost his mind panting after Marius in TVA, and then panting after Lestat in TVL, and then panting after Louis in IWTV, and then panting after Daniel in QotD, and then panting after Marius again in BC. Messy boots! In the end, I think the healthiest relationship he ever had was with his kids (by Marius), Benji & Sybelle. Some people just need to stay single till they're truly ready to mingle. (I've already said I don't like Devil's Minion--Daniel was the literal antithesis of "healthy"--Sybelle had more sense in her head than Daniel at some points.)

Movie Armand? That sexy BAMF slow-walking up that stage like a KING, whose face launched at least 5 seasons of the funniest vampire show I've ever seen on TV? That's an Alpha, baby. 😎 Yeah, he just sat there and let Santiago run roughshod all over Louis, acting like everything was out of his hands and big bad Santiago was in charge, I didn't know~!  🥺👉👈 But he also just sat there and let Louis run roughshod all over the entire frikkin theatre, flambé style, so he could start a new coven with his new boo-thang Louis. GOAT. 

AMC!Armand? Who the eff knows. 😅

Back when all we had was S1, I was pretty firm in my belief that Armand was a Beta. Even without the "Rashid" ruse, he's just so chill & zen & unbothered, never flying into extreme bouts of emotion like Alpha Daniel & Omega Louis. He balances them out and knows how to neutralize situations whereas the other two just snipe at each other, out for blood. That's certified Beta behavior, to be the only one in the room with working braincells.

But JFC, these S2 crumbs have had me feeling a type of waaaay~! 👀

And this is why I get so reticent about talking about Loumand, and Devil's Minion, and Lesmand, cuz half the time I think AMC's cooking up to have Armand be Satan incarnate, just manipulating EVERYONE; and other times I'm like watch they give this dude the most tragic backstory and paint him as the ultimate cinnamon roll.

So yeah, at the end of the day, Armand can run the entire GAMUT--he's the most complex character in TVC, IMO.

Which is probably why I love him so much, but am also SO SCARED to see what AMC does with him, cuz they really have the space & opportunity to really commit to how AR initially portrayed him, as THE big bad boogeyman of the vampires (until Akasha & Rhosh, ofc).

[roscvcins]

get to know the mun ! repost, don’t reblog.

——— BASICS ! ♡

NICKNAME : Ro <3

PRONOUNS : She/Her

ZODIAC SIGN : Libra sun and Virgo moon, never figured out what my ascending is hhh

TAKEN OR SINGLE : single pringle not rly lookin to mingle but open to the possibilities XD

ANYTHING ELSE? : Fluent in mandarin, read mostly in mandarin, and would write in mandarin if that's easier for someone!

——— THREE SERIOUS FACTS ! ♡

I can be slow to warm up sometimes. It's not that I don't like you or I don't want to get to know you, but sometimes I get caught up in my own head regarding other people's boundaries and then I'm overly careful and come across reserved or distant. If you give me permission and assure me of that permission, I will be in your dms yapping NONSTOP.

I love pitching you aus at 2 am. Sometimes things just pop into my brain, and the later I pop into your dms the wilder the au, honestly. I've pitched people everything from slight canon alterations to straight up cyberpunk. Related to this, I also really love long-winded plotting. I like developing extended universe things and fleshing out our characters within the au or setting we have decided on.

I'm very much about matching energy and balancing what we plot. I am so very happy to fulfill your wishlist items and I hope you'd be willing to look over mine! After all, rp is all about what we want to do with our muses, both of us. It's only fun if everybody is having fun!

——— THREE RANDOM FACTS ! ♡

I have been drawing for 10 years! Well, 10 plus if you really want to count the earliest attempts, but seriously and digitally, 10 years.

I play (WILDLY HOMEBREW) dungeons and dragons and dm a (also probably wildly homebrew) call of cthulu campaign for my musical theatre groupchat. We're looking to start a (ABSOLUTELY GOING TO BE WILDLY HOEMBREW) vampire the masquerade game too but honestly we've been stuck halfway through the last dnd session for two months bc somebody had to go and now none of us have coinciding free time and at this rate we're never going to finish any of the campaigns XD

When I'm gone from dash for long periods of time, I'm most likely sewing. Hobby I picked up from the cosplay (Tm) days, which is really not surprising.

——— EXPERIENCE ! ♡

It'll be a decade officially in Jan. 2025 that I've been doing tumblr rp!

My first tumblr rp blog was in L.es M.is playing E.njolras. Historically I've written for a lot of broadway fandoms (some of which branched into classic lit and some nostalgic lit), and this particular blog that I am currently on first started as a kdrama blog, became a cdrama blog, and then took a turn straight into "obscure cnovels only Ro reads because they aren't really fully translated" land.

I was doing deviantart notes rp long before all that though. I'm from the 1v1 OCxCanon you write someone I want to write against I'll write someone you want to write against era. Not my proudest moments / best writing but...I remember having fun as a 13 year old, so really, that's all that matters, probably. If I cringe about it now maybe it's cause I'm now a killjoy adult , etc. etc.

It's really cool to me that I've got rp friendships coming up on like...8 years now. When I think about it it's crazy that it's been so long, but also it feels like time has hardly passed. If we make rp friends we'll probably be rp friends forever. People come out of the woodwork from years ago and I'll welcome them back like no time has passed. I'll probably even still remember all our plotting because I'm NOSTALGIC and I mourn my inactive comrades by rereading our old stuff.

——— MUSE PREFERENCE ! ♡

My own muse type is fragile but vicious and beautiful and venomous and overall morally gray bois who would sell you to the devil through sending you to hell by their own blades for complicated and painful likely circumstantial reasons, after much internal conflict. Conversely though, it is also genuinely Good-Hearted, understanding, sunshine (if sometimes overly mischievous) ladies who are ultimately unafraid to chase the fate they want and remain true to themselves and their values despite sometimes questioning if they're asking for too much when they stand up for themselves, putting up with a lot and having a tinge of abandonment issues.

The muse type I'm generally a sucker for across my own muses and other people's muses is tragically unhinged. I love me a tiny bit of unhinged in a character. There's so much meat to an unhinged character and a lot of juicy dimension to get into. Plenty of potential too, for basically any genre of plotting.

I find myself writing a lot of female ocs recently! Don't know if that's just how the way the plotting falls or if I'm just like...hanging on like that.

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT ! ♡

FLUFF : Fluff is soul food! I love a good soft thread (especially after some heavy angst hhhh). I personally enjoy the idea of acceptance and care when it comes to fluff. There's something quietly intimate about fluff that I enjoy picking out of my threads, and I enjoy letting my muses be cared for and caring for others! There's also development to be had here tbh, and I enjoy the contrast of quieter emotions and expression.

ANGST : Angst is my bread and butter. I think I enjoy angst more than I enjoy any other genre of writing, and I have a sneaking suspicion it's about emotional intensity. I think both the hurt and the comfort come from and are big emotions, and I think development most frequently comes from big emotions. So, in general I think I tend to be able to wrangle the most development out of angst threads and therefore the most satisfaction. I'm generally not here for hurt no comfort! Though I do also sometimes enjoy killing a random character off and just...seeing how the pieces grow back together.

SMUT : I feel like I've gotten laxer/how I feel about it has changed a bit as time has passed. Reassessing, I think I'm not entirely opposed to writing smut, actually? Maybe not on tumblr though. I overthink what I post on tumblr a lot, so if I'm actually going to write smut I think it has to be somewhere I feel like it's less likely to accidentally shove it in someone's face. Also, I'd need a ridiculous amount of rapport with the other mun to feel comfortable and not super embarrassed. So! That's how that goes.

PLOT / MEMES : I'd love for it to be both, actually. I think memes can create plot hooks, and on the other hand, plotting can inspire memes. The caveat is that you have to be willing to talk about it in the end, I guess! I think having context for an idea, a verse, or something between our muses, and then sending a meme about it is like the flexibility and spontaneity we need to keep a plot fresh sometimes. Like if you've hammered out all the details, throwing a meme into it makes it a little less rigid, you know? And on the other hand, if we have no real concrete ideas for a muse relationship or plot, throwing a meme into it could spark the correct questions to ask so that we can arrive at some kind of plot, and give us some inspiration to jumpstart where we want to take a dynamic. So bottom line is: please do both! If we can talk about it and spin it out more in the end, that's all that really matters.

tagged by : stole it from the tag cause I wanted to do it tagging :

[wri0thesley]

SO glad someone else is in the "Just the tip" hole, so here I am like a little kid, cupping my hands for any spare thoughts (preferrably anyone besides Sampo), if you have any to share? 🤲🖤

loni i was going to write a post anyway but being able to reply to asks with my thoughts - proof that there is Demand (tm!) makes me feel SO much better about the brainrot!!! i have many thoughts abt sampo too so i am eagerly awaiting ur drabble, just the tip is really a concept of all time!

ft: gepard, welt, himeko, serval, jing yuan, luocha cw: reader is afab with no pronouns used. public sex (luocha), straps, sex toys (himeko and serval), a little size kink (jing yuan), a little soft dom (welt). not sfw, minors dni.

Gepard doesn't quite realise how big he is. He's not got all that much experience; he's never really thought about it, far too busy with all of the responsibilities that come hand in hand with being Captain of the Silvermane Guards. So when your eyes widen and your fingers can't quite meet when you wrap them around his length, he lets out a ragged breath and a moan and pushes his cock between your thighs. You have to breathlessly curl your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and whisper out his name. He's already on the edge just by being close to you. The silky softness of your thighs, the inviting shine of your lips and the way that arousal makes your eyes blow dark and wide - when you whisper softly into his ear; "I don't know if I can take it, Gepard . . . J-just the tip, alright? Go slow--", he worries that he's about to embarrass himself right there and then and come before he's even gotten inside of you.

You whine and whimper as he slowly pushes you open, your wetness smearing all over the ruddy head of his cock. Your fingers tighten in his hair even as a soft strangled noise falls from Gepard's own mouth and he struggles to not ram himself inside of you - you have no idea how good you feel. How hot and tight and wet and perfect the embrace of your walls clinging to him is, even on just the head of his cock.

But he did not get where he is by not having self-control. His muscular arms, corded with scars from practise battles and real battles alike, cage you in on the bed beneath him. He looks at you like someone who cannot believe how lucky he is.

"I'll wait here," he promises you, his voice lust-soaked and cracking with the effort. "As long as you need me to."

Welt sees how your lip trembles, how you take in a slow, steadying breath, and he cannot help his desire to take care of you a little. To coddle you and fuss over you, to make the most of the age and experience that he has and you do not. So he smiles at you, crow's feet crinkling the edges of his eyes behind his glasses, and traces the pout of your bottom lip with his thumb. His voice is patient and soft when he speaks to you.

"I'll go slowly," he tells you, as he gently slaps his cock against your wet folds where you sit on his desk before him, animation sketches and research papers pushed to one side in favour of the tempting treat that is your body. He has spent so much of his time working - nobody could blame him for taking a break and finding himself again in the silky tightness of someone younger and prettier than he himself is. "Just the tip first."

"Alright, Mr Yang," you breathe to him, your hands locking about his neck, urging him forward. You sigh as the head nudges your clit, as his precome mingles with your own slick arousal. You're a sensitive mess already - Welt is certainly not the kind of man who'd leave a partner unsatisfied, and his fingers and his tongue have already learnt every petal-soft fold of you, every spot that makes you shiver and whimper until you'd had to bite into his shoulder to stop your cries waking up every other crew member of the Express.

Slowly, slowly, carefully, he eases into you. Watches with rapt attention every movement of your body; the stretch of your cunt as it accepts him, until your hips are wriggling and squirming and you're tugging on his shoulders.

"Mr Yang," you're saying to him, your lip trembling, your shoulders racked with gasps. A whine leaks into your tone as he rests the head of his cock inside of you, enjoying the feel of it. Your sex pulses around the modicum of his length inside of you, fluttering, waiting to be fully claimed. "It's -- it's not enough!"

Welt laughs softly and presses a kiss on the top of your head that is almost paternal in its comfort - a reminder that he's old enough to be your father, your grandfather--

His voice is soft with just a hint of admonishment in it.

"You're really going to have to learn some patience."

Himeko has you wrapped around her little finger, but that doesn't mean that you don't eye the toy that she shows you with a little trepidation. She laughs at you when you do, pulling you into her, kissing you with the taste of coffee on her tongue as she talks you into her bed.

"If you're frightened of it," she's saying, even as your mouth is going dry as you watch her disrobe, "We'll go as slow as you need, darling. We'll start with just the tip."

You lose the ability to speak at the sight of her, auburn curls tumbling down her back and over the milky pale spill of her breasts and shoulders. Bathed in the starlight from her cabin window, she's unearthly, and your entire body sings out with desire for her. She smiles when she sees you looking.

"Always such a flatterer," she teases affectionately, as she wraps the toy carefully around the curve of her hips. It looks just as striking on her as everything else does. "Now, you just lie back. I've done this before. Let Himeko handle it, hmm?"

You're helpless to a command from the beautiful navigator, and you let yourself fall back on the pillows as she walks towards you with all of the elegance of somebody who knows exactly how lovely she is. She gives you a soft smile, her golden eyes gentle in the light, even as she gathers herself onto her knees and her fingers lightly dance over your bare skin. Electric pinpricks of desire radiate from every touch.

"Aren't you beautiful?" She muses to herself, as she wraps her hand around the toy and pumps it a few times - when it comes away, you see there's something thick and clear and viscous dripping from it. She laughs softly again when she sees you looking.

"You're already wet," she whispers to you, in a low, musical voice. "But if you're still nervous . . . well, there's nothing wrong with a little help, is there?"

Her fingers dance over your skin. She knows every part of you intimately by now; the spot on your stomach, the way you whimper when she pinches your nipples, the place on your hips that makes you breathe in a deep sigh and your own lashes flutter. Through her touches, she keeps murmuring soft platitudes to you - how pretty you look like this, for her. What a precious treasure you are. How she can't wait for you to come apart--

And by the time she is sliding the tip of the toy inside of you and you are fair dizzy with want, you can do nothing but whisper out her name. She leaves the tip of the toy inside of you, smiling down, as patient and beautiful and dazzling as ever.

"I told you," she murmurs, as her long fingers return to pluck and play with your nipples, and you get used to the new stretch of having something thicker than Himeko's fingers inside of you. "We'll go as slow as you need. Any new territory worth exploring is worth doing . . ." She leans down, her mouth full and soft and wet as it meets yours and you whine into it. "Thoroughly."

Serval is a tease. You'd known she was up to something the moment you'd stepped into the workshop and she'd flipped the sign to 'closed' with a feline grin on her face as she'd beckoned you over to her and told you she could really use your help with some new gadget she was tinkering with.

So now, as she has you bent over her workbench with something vibrating pressed in the valley between the folds of your sex, the tip pressed just so - buzzing and tingling - against the swollen pearl of your clit, it's all you can do to keep your fingers tight around the edge of the workbench and your knees locked so you don't collapse.

"Kitten," Serval is purring, her hips slowly rocking back and forth, the phallic toy strapped to her hips rubbing through the wet mess of your cunt. "Don't you like it? I made it thinking of you!"

Your words come out garbled, a mess of moans and sighs. Your own hips thrust back when she pulls away, trying to get her to keep the toy pressed against your clit for long enough for you to get off. Instead, she just laughs, nipping at your bare shoulder.

"You're getting desperate," she teases you, her voice deep and throaty and satisfied. "Beg me, kitten, and we'll see what I can do for you."

"Serval--" Your voice comes out a whine. "Please . . ."

Her clever fingers, calloused palms, slide down your bare skin, leaving electric zaps wherever they touch you. You shudder under her practised touch - you are an instrument, and Serval has already proved she is a master musician.

"Seeing as you asked so nicely," she says to you, and you sense the wicked cat-like grin on her mouth. "How about I give you just the tip?"

"Not enough--"

"You're getting greedy!" The buzzing toy slides a scant inch inside of you without the smallest hint of resistance; you're wet enough from the teasing already. You can feel your own arousal dripping down your thighs, and Serval sighs happily as she dips one of her fingers between your thighs to toy with your clit as the tip of the toy rests inside of you.

"You're lucky you're so cute," she whispers to you. Her finger slides back and forth over your clit, drawing delicate circles - she always knows how to use them. "Come for me on the tip, and I'll fuck you with the rest of it too."

Jing Yuan's patience has long been mistaken for occasional laziness; but you know better than most that there is nothing of the kind, when it comes to him. And there is certainly nothing of the kind when it comes to trysts like this.

Oh, you and he have gotten used to rushing moments when you can, in between him being needed for meetings and work - but now? In the evening, loose ends tied up, with nothing but one another to spend the night on?

This is a tryst that will last.

Jing Yuan is not lazy - he merely likes to take his time. For a man whose being is tied up in his past warfare, he knows how to handle delicate things like you - but that doesn't mean he's going to rush it. Not when you look so pretty laid out like this for him, clothes rumpled and discarded beneath you, looking up at him with your eyes all soft and wanting and your mouth aching to be kissed.

He hums beneath his breath as he lets his mouth learn the shape of yours; pushes you gently back when you try and kiss deeply into him, to make him hurry up. His cock nudges against your inner thigh and he sighs a slow, indolent sigh of pleasure that makes your heart beat double time in your chest.

"We have all of the time in the world, little bird," he tells you, with an insouciant smile on his face. Your face scrunches, an adorable expression of impatience taking over your features, and he smiles down at you like someone looking at the finest treasure in the world.

"Impatient," he chides you, but there's nothing but warmth in his tone when it comes to you. His hands find your thighs, digging into the soft skin as he parts them. Warm eyes like pools of molten gold find your core, and he sighs as he looks at you. You squirm under his gaze, and as he softly leans down and lets some of his own saliva drip onto your cunt, you whimper at the feel. "This is impatient, too," He says to you, and laughs. "Drooling all over the place. Mm. Is that how much it wants me?"

"I want you," you respond to him, mouth petulant. Jing Yuan shakes his head fondly at you but readjusts himself, hand around his cock to guide it to your sex. He taps the thick head softly against your clit until you squirm, pouting. "Jing Yuan--"

"Ah, I know, I know," he looks down at where the two of you are not yet joined. "I'm always reminded how . . . small you are, when I look down at you like this."

"It will fit," you insist to him, and he raises one eyebrow.

"Oh, I know it will," he tells you, still smiling at you. "But it's a tight one, isn't it?"

"Jing Yuan, you're stalling--!"

He laughs again.

"Ha. My apologies, little bird." Slowly, he guides his cock to your opening - resting it against there, just for a moment. Exactly as he said, he seems so much bigger than you - his tip thick and blunt and rounded, your entrance small even as your hole pulses and oozes slick in preparation for him. "I simply like looking at you."

"There's something you'd like more than just looking," you encourage him, and he shakes his head so that his mane of hair falls over his shoulders.

"You're incorrigible," he tells you - and then he is pushing forth into you, and your mind goes white of anything but the feel of Jing Yuan inside of you, his cock, your cunt, where they meld together and you become one--

Wait.

Why has he stopped?

"Jing Yuan--!"

He swallows your cry of his name with a kiss that is anything but lazy, tongue exploring your mouth, teeth tugging at your bottom lip until you're dizzy with it all. He tastes, just a little, like sweets.

He pulls back just enough to look at you half-lidded, the tip of his cock just stretching you out.

"I'm merely taking my time," he tells you. "Whilst I have it."

Luocha is mean, you think, even as his words remain unfailingly genteel. Even as his face remains a polite mask, he leaves his cock not-quite inside of you as you tremble against the wall he has you bodily pressed up against.

"Please," you breathe out to him, teary-eyed, lip trembling. "Y-you can't just leave it there--"

He cocks one eyebrow, his face unfairly pretty - unfairly unruffled, even with the tip of his cock buried in you. He's unfailingly still - almost as if the hot tightness of your cunt pulsing around him has no effect on him whatsoever. One long, elegant hand curves around your cheek as a small smile pulls at the corner of his lips.

He's big. You can't help but squirm against the concrete, your cunt wrapped around only the head of his cock but feeling like you've taken far, far more.

"We're in public," he says to you, voice just a little condescending. "If I were to go about this more . . . vigorously, surely you wouldn't want the attention of every person in the vicinity on you?"

Your own need feels like a thrum inside of you. It's hard to think, as Luocha moves his hips the barest fraction and you find yourself whining aloud. Firmly, he moves the hand on your cheek so that it's pressed over your mouth, muffling your noises.

"You can't take more than this," he tells you, voice calm and patient. "Not here. Not now."

You whimper into his gloved palm, tears beading in your eyes like little diamonds. Even that doesn't seem to move him, though he tips his head to one side, vaguely considering. He moves his hand just enough for you to take a breath, and whisper beseechingly;

"I-if not here . . . will you do it somewhere else?"

He laughs only one soft, musical little noise. He leans in close, his breath cool against your neck.

"Mm . . . but when you ask like that--"

You cry out as he pushes another inch of himself into you, eyes widening as the noise breaks the calm, cool air. Luocha pauses.

"Oh dear," he says. "I suppose we'll have to both come quickly then, hmm?"

[anglerflsh]

a penny for your (more) of your thots on caleb and philip’s relationship ?🤔

beware this is going to be a ramble

I've said this before and I will say it again, but I believe that they had a Golden Child/Scapegoat dynamic in their family- and maybe even in the entire settlement they lived in. Someone has said before that it looks like Philip should be left-handed, but isn't- and that may very well be because of the strict rules in puritan living, etc etc, the left hand is the hand of the devil, and it might not have been the only thing he had going against him at the time.

(small tangent, but the reason Philip might have gotten so attached to the goal of witch hunting could be that he felt it was one way to get rid of the Scapegoat title- can't really accuse you of witchcraft when you're the one doing the accusing, right?)

We never get to see their parents in Philip's memories either, so it's likely that they were put of the picture in some way or that they just didn't play a good role in his childhood, making Caleb the one that gave him one (1) figure of familial attachment.

There's also the fact, and people have put this together more eloquently than I will now, that Philip's entire demeanor doesn't exactly sound... neurotypical. His expression falls every time he's not performing one, when he talks to people he does so like it's a script and has to take a moment adjusting when they don't do or say what he expects, (he spent four hundreds years obsessing on one goal for God's sake could a neurotypical do that? /j) and there's probably a lot of other things there aswell but. Yeah.

Combine these things, and you have a pair of sibling where one of them is always put on a pedestal for being the righteous one and another probably got accused of worse and worse things as they grew up- and this divide would only worsen since Philip himself put his brother on a pedestal and adored him because something something that is his favourite brother thank you very much, and no one else should get to keep them separated because, again, his favourite brother. (At the same time I don't think it was just adoration. There was envy and resentment for being the Golden Child mixed in there as well).

And that same closeness was probably reciprocated, albeit to maybe a lesser degree, by Caleb: he's shown to have been genuinely nice e and caring so it's safe to say he was a good person- despite the fact that his brother is Like That Tm.

The dynamic was probably likely very unbalanced and unhealthy- I don't put it above Child Philip to have used some one the manipulation tactics we see him using in the present on his brother even as a young child (something something, "Why are you hurting me? I only wanted to help you!"), and Caleb might have been nice, but he was a person, so it's probable he also got angry at Philip during their time growing up for being Like That Tm.

It all came crashing down after the demon realm because suddenly the Golden Child is the one mingling with witches, and this gives the perfect opportunity for the Scapegoat to stop being so, and there is a sense of satisfaction in watching your perfect sibling fall from the heavens for once. That mixed in with the betrayal would have just heightened all the repressed resentment Philip had already brewing towards Caleb because of said dynamic, so:

Fratricide.

[a-rumbly-in-my-tumbly]

It's here kids!

Honestly, the scent is not what I expected from the notes list at all, and it's mostly because, when applied to skin, the top notes fade away completely in about five minutes or so. However, the citrus and bergamot do give it an initial freshness that does linger longer when it's not warm (sprayed on card-- I tried both). So, tl;dr, if you're giving this a pass because you don't like bergamot? It's not really an issue here.

The Fun (tm) begins when you've had it on your skin for a bit. The middle notes (jasmine and rose) have a pretty heady bloom that, for lack of a better word, swells. It actually mingles in a way so reminiscent of lilies I had to check the scent notes again.

Considering how Yakumo is cold-blooded, how lovely it is that when he warms it blossoms into a powdery floral with a bright musk! It has a whisper of classic old lady with a woodsy, amber adjacent undertone; and when you consider Yakumo being raised by his grandparents, it's a nice thought that it would echo in what it transforms into when it warms.

When the floral recedes the white wood is what settles in; I would call this a femme-leaning unisex scent as a result, but I guess the takeaway here is if you don't like white florals this probably isn't for you.

Of course, everyone's body chemistry is different, and what smells good on me may not do the same for you. I would say that if you're the type that earthy, cocoa, spicy type scents generally work for, your chemistry may clash with the undertones of this (as that's the profile that doesn't work for me at all).

The nitty-gritty is, this is a mid-range perfume price-wise and acts like one. There's no greasy feel against the skin like a cheaper perfume tends to have, which is what one hopes for in the $40 range. However, the longevity is only about four to six hours rather than the eight to twelve you would want from a $60 perfume (which, coincidentally, is the range of what I usually wear).

The packaging is nice, the box is well constructed; part of me wishes the cap was glass like the bottle is, but it still holds securely and the glass of the bottle itself is pretty hefty.

I also got a free photocard of Homecoming Yakumo; apparently if you go to the shop in person and say you're posting to social media, they'll give you a group one too!

But Kiku, do you like it, you ask?

I do, actually. It's clear they actually thought about Yakumo; this isn't just a "this is popular, slap their faces on a box and make shit up" type of production from my albeit limited experience. For the money, I think it's worth it just as a perfume--I would be hesitant to pay more than $50, though, since there are absolutely scents with more longevity than this.

That said, I would love to get some of the others to try them now! Even if just to see if they invoke the other characters in the way this one does.

I'll wear it again, and I do like the box design. Would I buy it again? I'll have to spend more time with it, I think.

[thunderpot]

I'm sure there must be something like this somewhere, but here I am throwing this idea on the wind anyway (ya'll are free to use it if you ever wish to!)

AU where absolutely everything is the same, except the characters are all real and TGCF is an elaborate 2010th year marriage gift HC prepared for XL (by sending bits and pieces of their story to MXTX in a dream) that got out of hand and now they even get new prayers every now and then.

They still have their Paradise Manor and Qiandeng Temple in the Ghost Realm, but since XL never took residence in the Heavenly Realm, his current human residence is a modern penthouse HC got him a good while ago, high enough to be private and befit his divine status while still overseeing the buzzling city and all it's ant-like little humans.

The series is full of misinterpretations and wrong bits ofc, but they both enjoy it regardless. XL only cries once, by the end, during the scene that describes him [SPOILER] finding out HC has been by his side all along[SPOILER].

He also cries for the second time while listening to the donghua  theme songs of both him and HC.

HC is incredibly happy at how pretty the renditions of XL look everywhere, and just how he is pretty much the handsomest character in the entire series no matter who draws it. XL goes beet red every time he sees a rendition of himself anywhere, which is pretty often, with how popular the series got.

HC has a folder just for XL fanarts on his cellphone and, while shy about it, XL also has a secret folder full of HC fanarts he likes to scroll through when he thinks HC isn't looking (HC finds it super cute!). None of the arts measure up to the real thing, ofc, but both get all warm thinking about their significant other getting the praise they deserve.

HC loves dragging XL out on conventions just to see everyone almost fainting at the sight of him, while casually ignoring all the people who come for himself. They get some level of anonymous fame as the most smitten cosplayers and how "positively real" they look -Pics of HCs lovingly gaze and XLs shy smile take the internet by storm, specially since no one can seem to find online footprints of them anywhere, which only further increases the mystery veil around both 'cosplayers'.

XL secretly buys the miaowuxiaopu outfits and swears by his life he has nothing to do with it when the box comes a week later and HC is the one to receive it (but gets absolutely elated when HC dresses up and how good he looks with the outfit)

Both like to scroll down the "Hualian" tag everywhere and have fun seeing the new creations. HC loves going after the fic websites and finding "interesting, more creative fiction than the ones in the past. We should absolutely try some things..."

A couple of HCs new favorite pastimes include trying out new skins based on art XL shows particular interest in and having XL roleplay fanfic scenarios they both like.

FX and MQ got themselves apts as well, just so they could be closer to XL while mingling with humans a bit more now that they're more free. Their relationship is much better now, but neither will ever admit it.

MQ's floor to ceiling bedroom windows facing FXs "was nothing more than a bad coincidence! I hate it!"

They see no need to tell anyone about leaving their curtains open at night.

Both suffer greatly having to see HCs hideous, giant smiles plastered all over the city and on the subway walls and curse every time they are forced to listen to any of their theme songs again. MQ swears he will retch if he needs to listen to one more comment on how romantic “hualian” is.

FX is absolutely horrified that he now started to occasionally get new prayers regarding the marital bed god[TM] status he worked so hard to be forgotten - and even more so that some of them involves both him and MQ. About those, his lips stay completely sealed.

[in-the-glow-of-a-silmaril]

I've written about Dior, but not about Nimloth so far. Here is how I see the circumstances of their marriage, and her character in general. It is not very romantic, I'm afraid!

Let's start with the mood in doriath, as demonstrated by Turin. So - Thingol took Turin, who is human, in as a foster child in his youth, post the whole Luthien-Beren thing. Turin was compared, unfavorably, to elves constantly, and dealt with micro aggression and condescension the whole time, culminating in vitriolic abuse from a dude named Saeros, who ultimately jumps Turin in the woods, who then snaps and ends up driving Saeros to his death. Thereafter Turin flees Doriath.

So, like. Okay. Imagine this.

Your princess, who you all love and adore, becomes smitten with a species that, like. Ew. They're not very nice to look at, and they die really quickly, and honestly what's the point.

Then she goes on a heroic quest, SPITES MORGOTH, STEALS FROM HIM, AND GETS AWAY WITH IT, all so she can marry her ugly bf. Obviously, she must be praised and revered for her great deeds. ALSO, she convinces Namo to return her man from death????? But also gives up her own birthright of immortality?

So now you're kinda stuck. You can't, like, NOT praise her. And also this is an abomination. Humans suck, and now your princess is gonna die. So what do you do? You dehumanize her - by putting her on a pedestal. You make her the exception that proves the rule. Yeah, she's in an interspecies relationship, BUT LOOK AT ALL THE INSANE SHIT SHE DID TO GET IT. true love. 🥰 Also if you try that shit and you're NOT Luthien??? Good fucking luck. Go kiss a silmaril.

I imagine this is all bubbling under the surface, and explains a lot of Turin's experience.

And Dior's.

Enter Nimloth. An arranged marriage that everyone insists is for the best. Nimloth is a dignified, proper lady. She genuinely means well but also she does regard the whole...human...thing...as a one time deal best left in the past. Dior's mother was so heroic! And now Dior is keeping things on track, by marrying her (read: an elf. A noble elf. The safest, most correct, least controversial choice possible.) And their children are regrettably a little mortal, getting pregnant twice very quickly is a deliberate Sacrifice (tm) Nimloth makes, but she's not sure what Dior's lifespan will be (another sacrifice she's making, to marry someone whose fate is uncertain) and doesn't dare wait the normal span.

Regardless, her children are beautiful. Nimloth is very proud. They will be proper elves, proper royalty, and they will honor their ancestors (but NEVER emulate them). Nimloth may even have some ideas for arranged marriages already, just to be certain everything stays on track.

She is - really, truly, genuinely - not a bad person. But she, like many elves at this point, doesn't see the "point" of humans and thinks interspecies mingling will only lead to tragedy.

She's a very proper lady with a narrow view of the world and limited perspective. She is well meaning. But I do think she sees humanity in Dior as a flaw to be lovingly corrected.

Also: She had to kinda force the marriage bond. She considers this embarrassing and never speaks of it for Dior's sake. Her love language is safeguarding a person's reputation. She thinks the reason it was hard is because of his human father, but actually it was hard bc Dior was too young and wasn't ready (see my other posts about him - you don't have to dig, they're linked in my pinned post). Nimloth, should she ever find out, will be horrified.

[peppertaemint]

different anon but i feel like i'll die waiting for a tm x jm collab (yes, i'm dramatic) and lately I've been thinking about kai x jm as well. The three of them have been my fav boys for years and now that jimin is (kind of) free, I can't stop thinking about the possibilities, even though I know I shouldn't get my hopes up, especially because I don't remember the last time we saw a SM artist and a hybe/bighit artist interact 👀 and i'm just speculating, but I find it weird how since bts started to open up a bit, they started mingling publicly with artists under different agencies but not a single one of them from SM, not even invited to the JITB party? ANYWAYS I hope this is just me being paranoid and subconsciously looking for drama, because I need some things to happen and I don't have the time for them to play montagues and capulets

Oh Anon, I do think there is probably at least the undercurrent of legit drama somewhere in all of this, but it’s not quite Montagues and Capulets. It’s BTS being isolationist for the last few years that makes it appear that way.

If you look back at old vids, there was lots of interaction between BTS and SM groups, most notably SHINee IMO. Jonghyun praised them on his radio show, and there are cute vids of baby BTS in their orbit and having cute exchanges. Minho worked with Taehyung, too, and they have some cute moments. One underrated gem is SHINee going HAM over a cover BTS did. SHINee really are those ppl everyone stares at like wtf is wrong with them. BTS are performing an old school Shinwa jam and yeah, they like it too much LOL.

But you want mingling and interaction and collabs. Realistically, unless private social events are shared publicly, we’re only going to see stuff happen at events. I don’t know the full guest list for the JITB party, but I had wondered if Key might be in Jhope’s orbit for a few reasons. The question will be who might be around when Jimin goes on music shows with Taeyang? It would be cool to see Jimin mingling with everyone.

If you want to see recent instances of Hybe artists interacting with SM artists, then look at TXT and Enhypen. They both have shawols as members and there are lots of recent things. I think Nikki reunited with Key just this past year (he was part of a baby SHINee performance as a kid 🥺).

Back to the matter at hand: will we ever see Jimin with Taemin or Kai in public for work or fun again? It really seems unlikely because when was the last time we saw him with that friend group? Obviously he’s still close friends with Ha Sungwoon and he seems to be the person Jimin does the most with. There’s no reason to think they aren’t all still friends.

Remember the dance video of Kai, Ten and Taemin? How cool would it be to have Jimin in something like that? I just see a bit of a problem with this happening. Black Swan was the last artistic dance Jimin or BTS did. It’s been years. And look at the collab choice. This is dance “lite” - I have no idea if Jimin is interested in pursuing a dance heavy solo career. Hybe’s strategy for BTS still sounds very US top 40 to me. The Taeyang collab certainly has some of that. RM’s Indigo was majorly US top 40. And let’s be real. Although SuperM’s sales were fine and they have loads of US fans, their sound so far doesn’t match that. We can argue till the cows come home about how American culture and presence have influenced the Kpop genre as a whole, but I still wouldn’t describe most SM artists as capturing a contemporary US top 40 sound. I think SM has a signature sound (which it deviates from at times) and that they lean toward timeless or classic or even out-of-time with their music. So I don’t know. I can see why artists from labels like YG are a more natural fit for BTS collabs. There’s also a stronger k hip hop influence there.

So will there ever be something of a collaboration? Who can say? Sigh.

[promisedneverwrite]

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Chapter VIII

Bea had stared all night at the last text with wide wary eyes, too disturbed by what Poppy had sent to sleep.

“Unsolicited dick pics Zoey!” Bea surged out of her room the next morning looking a bit frazzled.

Beppy scrambled out, skidding across the wood floor after her to the smell of food coming from his glass bowl. 

“Girl it's the morning, nobody wants to to see that first thing waking up. ” Zoey replied, face scrunched in disgust, but then cooing as she pet Beppy’s head as he ate. 

“Poppy sent it.” Zoey whirled around and walked to her in an instant.

“Poppy what!” Zoey looked over the text Bea was showing her then gave Bea a deadpan stare. “Babe it’s an eggplant emoji calm down, and why the hell is that the main thing you're focusing on! If I got a text like that my soul would leave my body.” Bea rifled through the cabinets for a cereal box, pouring some into a bowl and offering some to Zoey who declined. “The question is, what are you gonna do about it? There’s no way you actually trust this bitch.” Bea shrugs, pouring milk over her cereal and then shoving said cereal in her mouth. 

“It’s up for debate.” Bea munches putting the cereal box and milk away before returning to eat. 

“As long as you're being careful, then I say do whatever you want.” Bea feels Zoey bump her shoulder. “But like, seriously be careful. Poppy’s favorite sport is stabbing people in the back, and she’s damn good at it. I don't want to see someone I care about get hurt again because they got too close to Poppy’s claws.” Bea laughs scratching the back of her neck at Zoey's pointed look.

“It was an accident, promise." Zoey narrows her eyes but sighs placing a hand on her arm.

“I trust you, Bea, but I’ve been at this school for all of Poppy’s reign, so I want you to trust me when I say you can’t let your guard down.”

“I’ll be careful. No need to worry about lil ol me.” Bea leans her head on Zoey’s shoulder with a grin. Zoey gives a pointed look at her cast and then raises a medication bottle and shakes it.

“You worry me all the time.” Bea chuckles sheepishly and dutifully takes her meds seeing Beppy now teething a bone when he looks up at her.

“What do you think, bud? You think I’m making a mistake going into Poppy’s evil lair?” He sneezes and Bea smiles. 

“Don’t worry Beppy, I won’t let that mean Poppy’s escrivate your mom.” Zoey gives her a side hug and Bea dramatically falls into it, hand rested on her forehead.

“My hero.” 

After classes were over Bea stands in front of a mirror in a totally new outfit. Zoey had practically hid all her henley’s, and kept some for pjs, before she got back from classes in order for her not to pick it to wear to the club.

“Babe, as much as I love seeing you wear them, it is not club appropriate.” Bea had pouted at that. 

“But they’re soft.” Zoey pats her shoulder looking at her through the mirror smiling.

“There, there, you look hot. And look someone mailed you something that totally compliments your ensemble.” Bea looked at the leather jacket Zoey held up behind her and then smiled a bit. She knew who sent that. 

Poppy had gotten there early, scoping out a good spot to not get caught by Chloe, she unfortunately had to mingle around with Bradley for photo ops before he went off, thankfully. She picked a spot in VIP to watch the door and at the allotted time she watched the bouncer come in with Bea walking in after him towards the VIP section. She couldn't see past the bodies but she knows that Bea is probably wearing a henley, once again in a different color. She waves her over.

"I see you're not totally incapable of following directions.” 

“Nice to see you too Pops. You look nice.” Poppy raises an eyebrow.

“Attempting flattery, Farmsville?” Bea blinks.

“Uh… no? I genuinely think you look nice.” Poppy hums and she allows the warm feeling for a time giving Bea a haughty smile. 

“Maybe you’re more observant than I gave you credit for.” 

Poppy’s eyes raked over her body, nitpicking her outfit and her eyes widened, mouth opening a bit in shock. 

Bea sees Poppy's eyes look over her hair down to her shoes then up again stopping at her leather jacket. Poppy’s surprised look morphs into a smirk fingers touching the collar of the jacket.

Poppy hums as she steps closer to Bea, touching the little strap by the neck of the leather jacket she had sent, eyes roving over Bea’s exposed collarbones and her neck in her v-neck shirt. Bradley wore a similar shirt but it was fitted tighter to his body to show it off, it made him look like a douche if she was honest, along with sunglasses he always wore. Who did he think he was, Corey Hart? Poppy didn’t feel any attraction when he wore it but for some reason on Bea it looked different. 

Bea’s shirt was fitted but loose and looked soft to the touch, her watch complimenting her look and her casual half ponytail that framed her face was making her feel something… she couldn’t quite place, but she found her pleasant to look at.

“So you got my gift. I see you own something other than a henley. I’m shocked you don’t look completely unfortunate.” Bea smiles and answers her teasingly.

“Is that your attempt at flattery, Pop?” Poppy backs up a bit brow twitching in annoyance, the corners of her lips tilt upward without her consent.

“Try not to push your luck, Farmsville. I can only be charitable for so long.” Bea grins. 

Poppy was a mastermind in finding the predictable answer. Well this time around, she would admit she had made a few mistakes in underestimating Farmsville’s popularity in the beginning but she knew a bleeding heart when she saw one.

Like she predicted, Bea had talked to Chloe, stopping her before she went onstage. She watched as Bea warned her of Bradley’s false confessions. Chloe had just stared at her at first, but Poppy could see the cogs in her head moving, before she shrugged and went onstage. 

In the end, Chloe had outed Bradley and admitted defeat, running out of the club. Bradley remained dumbstruck that she already knew, and was left a fool on stage. 

“You're a dick Bradley!” Poppy yelled from among the masses, she ignored Bea’s eyes on her in her peripherals. Other girls started joining in, booing him off the stage until he was kicked out, she smirked not even looking in his direction when he was escorted out. Poppy turns to Bea and smiles, grabbing her hand and dragging her to the dance floor.

“You did your part. Now, let’s dance.” 

“I uh… okay!”

Bea was starting to regret drinking that fruity drink when Poppy was going through the plan earlier. She had also skipped out on her pain medication for the night, and it was a mistake on her part.

Her wrist was weirdly pulsing, and it still hurt to move so it just hung limply on her side. At least the small buzz from her unassumingly strong drink took away some of the pain and some of her caution it seemed. 

When Poppy dragged her to the dance floor she was swept by the way her hair bounced and the smell of perfume when they danced, it was messing with her head. Zoey had asked her to be careful, and this was edging on territory she was vastly unfamiliar with. 

Poppy hadn’t let go of Bea’s hand while the music pulsed and the bodies around them moved them closer. Bea was stiffly dancing and while the lights in the club were dim, Poppy could see she made her flustered. It was a refreshing reaction compared to those who thought they were getting somewhere when talking to her. Sometimes she’d give them the time of day just to get the relief she wanted but it usually came with the nuances of having to listen to their poor flattery. Carter was a different story all together being her beard and all.

But in any case, she felt like an object to them, but she wasn’t going to be a hypocrite, she thought of them like that too, toys to play with. It was easier to see them that way, a distance she could fall back behind when things got too personal. She had favorites of course, and Farmsville was looking like a potential candidate for a position as one. 

“Don’t repeat this to anyone, Farmsville, but… I needed you tonight.” Poppy smiles up at her and preens at the flustered look on Bea as she looks away.

“Uh yeah.” Poppy smirks at the strangled noise that escapes her as she spins around and presses against her grinding her hips oh so slowly sneaking a peek over her shoulder to look at Bea’s wide flustered look. Her hands stay to her sides opposed to Poppy’s hips. How peculiar.

“Why so stiff Bea?” Poppy catches her eyes glancing back at her.

“I’m- I-” Poppy laughs and turns back around stepping closer to her. Poppy hums tilting her head observing her. It was a bit thrilling getting the reactions she got out of her. 

“You’re cute. I’ll give you that. Maybe cute enough to play with for the night, if you’re lucky.” Poppy runs her finger along her jacket and she smiles wickedly seeing her swallow shallowly.

“W-what are you saying?”

“Oh, wipe that scandalized look off your face. I’m just suggesting we get out of here, that’s all. I could use a girls’ night in.” Bea gives her a wary look. “I have the finest skincare products at my disposal. It would be a nice change from the mud baths you’re used to.” She smirks. Her phone buzzes and she whips it out seeing a message from Veronica.

Ugh kill me now, these bitches are getting on my nerves 💀

I told you not to bother with them, they’re lost causes but what did you say?

Shut up, I was trying to be nice 😒

And look where that got you 💅🏽

Don’t be a bitch Poppy

Hm let me think about it…

You’re not aren’t you

Have fun herding the sickly sheep I’ll be enjoying my night STD free 😘

“Okay.”

Poppy looked up from her phone to Bea who nodded. She gave Bea a cheshire smile tapping her phone on her chin, looking up at her. Bea glanced away cheeks flushed, Poppy smirked. She wondered what other reactions she could get out of her when they were alone. 

“Good answer. Just follow my lead.”

Poppy left Bea to find a place to sit as she went to the bathroom getting the products. She found her sitting stiffly on her faint couch, Poppy rose a brow then a wicked thought appeared in her head. 

“On the bed, Farmsville.” Poppy delighted in the tint in Bea’s cheeks, the order rendering her to a stuttering mess. “Not like that perv.” Bea quietly got up not looking at Poppy and went to sit on the edge of the bed.

Poppy separates the products she had already tested for herself to the side, using the ones still untested on Bea.

Poppy looks up from her sorting to see Bea leaning back on one hand. She doesn’t like that she got comfortable so easily. She needed to change that. 

“I just got a shipment of beauty products from a cousin in Korea, and I’m dying to try them.” Poppy moves straddling Bea, who's eyes widen her hand clenching the bedsheets under her. That’s more like it. “You’re going to be my guinea pig. Sit still while I clean the make-up on your face.” Poppy finds herself liking the control of rendering Bea speechless in her hands as she obediently stayed still. Her eyes flickered on everything other than her eyes. 

Poppy finds that Bea doesn’t use any products on her face but her eyebrows. Her brows were fine actually, but there was a jagged line cutting through it as she wiped the product away. Poppy ran her fingertips over it curiously feeling the scarred skin beneath.

“I ran face first into a door when I was young.” Poppy looked down at her seeing an embarrassed flush in her face and Poppy laughed. “Yeah, not really my best moment.”

“Clearly you don’t have many best moments.” Poppy's eyes motioned towards Bea’s cast and Bea clicked her teeth turning away from her with a pout. 

“Shut up.” Poppy laughed softly before taking the first container of product and applying it gently to her face.

“Thank you, for this.” Poppy just hums a little taken aback by the sincerity of her words. Usually when people would say it it would be paired with sarcasm or falsity, it was never genuine. Poppy shakes the thought away, and the weird feeling in her chest. 

Poppy pauses her work. Bea had just sat silently for the past fifteen minutes. It was a little suspicious. 

“Your mind is wandering, Farmsville. Is this not relaxing enough for you?” Poppy places her index finger under her chin and moves her head up until Bea’s eyes move to her own. Poppy observes her partly opened mouth and her eyes staring up at her feeling Bea’s skin growing hot in her touch.

Poppy raises her brow and then smirks.

“There are other ways we can blow off steam, you know?” Bea squeaks from under her. 

“But Bradley-”

“What Bradley doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Poppy moves closer, eyes on Bea’s own gently grabbing Bea’s chin between her thumb and forefinger bringing her closer.

She delights in the hitch of Bea’s breath as her lips press into Bea’s own. It was chaste, not rough and sloppy like one she’d expect from some guys and girls in Belvoire. But there was something off about the way Bea just sat there unmoving and not reciprocating that she backed out quickly looking down at her brows furrowed. She saw Bea’s whole face alight, and it clicked. 

“Farmsville, don’t tell me that was your first kiss?” Bea covered her red face behind her hands. Oh how precious. Poppy remained straddling her lap just watching her.

“But didn’t you kiss Zoey during the half-time show?” Bea shook her head still hiding behind her hands.

“No, it was on her cheek. The camera angle made it look like I did.” Poppy felt a bit giddy at the knowledge. “You’re going to make fun of me aren’t you.” Poppy saw Bea peeking from behind her fingers and she scoffed. As if she had the time to waste. 

“Despite what you may believe, I’m not cruel enough to expose how far someone has gone with other people, true or not.” Poppy pried Bea’s hands away from her face. Only clean hands could touch the serum. Bea shyly looked to Poppy for a moment, and for once the vulnerability of the look had Poppy turning away.

“I believe you.” Poppy felt her heart thump, before stamping it out.

“As you should, though it is a bit flattering that I was your first.” Poppy smirked at Bea’s embarrassed blush, she was finding her reaction more and more entertaining to watch. 

“I’m not really well equipped in the matters of… the flesh.” Poppy grimaced and Bea seemed to do the same once the words left her mouth. 

“Never call it that again.” Bea chuckled.

“I mean I’ve had sex ed classes before but…” Poppy got a mud mask she wanted to try and opened it.

“That’s not the same thing. It’s informative for safety, but not the actual deed.” Poppy gently covered Bea’s face with a mask. “Don’t move your face.”

“I mean how do you...” Bea couldn’t even finish the sentence, her face resembling a tomato. Poppy laughs.

“Have sex? Well Bea when two people are horny for each other-” Bea frowns at her patronizing tone. 

“Shut up, I’m being serious.” Poppy rolls her eyes brow creased.

“And I was being serious about not moving your face.” Bea sighed and relaxed. “Why the sudden interest anyway?” 

“N-no reason.” Poppy hummed then a mischievous smile grew on her face.

“Well I doubt you could initiate anything if all you can do now is be the imitation of a tomato everytime a pretty girl smiles at you.” Bea proved her point by flushing red. Then she opened her mouth. 

“Shut up you're not even a good kisser and it’s making me regret my first kiss.” Excuse me? Poppy put down the mud mask materials staring straight at Bea. And for once she made a reaction Poppy had been hoping for since she got here, fear.

“I’ll make you eat your words Farmsville.”

Poppy grabs her collar pulling her in for the kiss that would last her a lifetime. 

Bea really shouldn’t have provoked the lioness. Her kiss was fierce yet soft, her fingers curling in the roots of her hair and Bea could feel herself melting. Poppy slid her hand behind her neck and pulled her in, deepening it. Bea’s lips parted as she felt Poppy licking into them. Bea’s hand secured itself to Poppy’s thigh to ground herself, absently squeezing it. Poppy made an almost guttural noise in response before pulling away and looking down at Bea’s dazed look. Poppy smirks and gives Bea’s cheek a patronizing pat hopping off her lap. 

“I thought so. You can show yourself out.” Poppy slinks off towards her bathroom, closing the door behind her with a click. 

Bea just sits there trying to calm her breathing. 

“Shit.”

Poppy stared into the bathroom mirror, eyes wide. Who the hell gave her the right. Poppy didn’t believe this was Bea’s first time one bit, she kissed Chloe before and even she couldn’t compare. Poppy touched her lips absently and felt a small sensation a little lower down her stomach. She shook her head and fixed her appearance. It was probably withdrawal from not having any since her break-up with Carter, there was beginner's luck too. She poked her head out the bathroom and saw Bea still sitting there dazed, Poppy wipes the smirk on her face sporting a frown. 

“I thought I told you to leave. Or did you want another kiss?” Bea stands stumbling avoiding Poppy’s mischievous eyes.

“Ah, right! Yup. leaving. Bye!” Bea heads to the balcony and Poppy stops her. 

“I’m not going to have you falling and breaking another arm, Farmsville. Especially not when I’m here.” Bea still goes towards the balcony. Her voice cracking as she responds. 

“Well third time’s the charm right. I’ll wait till then.” Bea hurriedly and successfully gets down from the balcony and rushes off.

Poppy watches her with an amused look arms crossed over her chest. She would definitely not survive Bacchanalia like this. But she could always train her before the time came. Poppy smirked at the thought, the hog calling video could wait.

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[ladder-discourse]

Is now a good time to talk about dragons? Because if it is, then I’d love to hear what you came up with!

YEAH LET'S TALK ABOUT DRAGONS YEEEEAAHHHH thanks for reminding me anon

I realized I kind of touched on a lot of this in my TM info post already so hopefully this isn't too disappointing to read lmao...

Gonna c/p what I put on my info post first,

Dragons: Exceedingly rare and mysterious; as far as anyone is aware no true “pure blooded” dragons exist anymore, and any dragon representation among the cast is limited to what are technically human/dragon hybrids. Draconic abilities are not well understood as they are not only rare but also wildly variable in nature. The only consistently shared trait seems to be that all people with draconic heritage are immune to curses and most magical types of poison.

OK so to expound on this, basically my idea is basically that there are two broad categories of dragons.

The first category are "true" dragons or Elder Dragons which are like, basically what some people in-universe could argue are basically Gods. Big powerful reptilian beasts who could change shape and traverse between the different magical planes with ease, and they had all kinds of whack powers and shit bc they are chock o' block full of magical power. As far as the general supernatural community is aware these guys only exist in legend now, but at some point in history they used to mingle more openly with the rest of society. There are currently no characters in TM who are this type of dragon.

The second category is made up of the dragon-blooded, which is what Phoenix and Ryunosuke and Athena all are. At some point in their lineage an elder dragon got involved, and now for countless generations ever since, random people in their families have occasionally been able to turn into big scaly reptiles with weird powers. I'm not sure yet if the elder dragons 'getting involved' in their family means 'literally had kids w/ a human/another monster' or if it just means they like, passed some of their power onto a family line, like a blessing, by arcane means?? w/e, specifics don't matter, it's a lawyer AU, point is dragon vibes got in there somewhere and created a whole new variety of supernatural entity which are basically like. Demi-dragons.

So. Phoenix, Ryunosuke, Athena, 'Yuta and Dhurke are all this second category. They're dragons, but they're not Dragons. If that is confusing, I apologize, it confuses me too, but this is what I get for basically building this plane as I fly it. I probably should just settle on an alternate term for what they are and stick with it but it's also just easier (and sometimes funnier) to just say 'dragon'.

Additional tidbits...

How much a dragon-blooded person's draconic influence expresses itself through them (ie whether they are in touch with their powers and draconic form or not) has a lot to do with like... the individual's own inner strength, and whether they have a proper understanding of their own capabilities/heritage. So like, I think Ryunosuke was raised in a setting where his family was like, yes, we are aware that we are capable of turning into these noodly bois, it's rad, and it was like a part of their daily culture and how he was raised. Same w/ Athena to an extent, Metis may have been killed when she was young but she still had enough time w/ her mom to get something of a foundation to work from

Phoenix is a special case. Either he was an orphan and basically had no guidance on this shit at all, or his family just really fell out of touch with the magic shit in the generations that happened between his time and Ryunosuke's. Which is why he can't really access a full form for the duration of the Trilogy. He has to find himself still, basically!

(...And now in the course of typing this all out I am also now wondering if I should retcon and canonize that Athena also has some of this shit to figure out still. 🤔 (I say as if I'm actually writing a fic or something out of this and not just making Funney Doodles lmao))

...Anyway this is way too long and rambly and I'm so sorry, somehow at some point I wound up basically turning this AU into like, a sandbox where I use these lawyer games characters as fun dolls to try to figure out world building for my own original urban fantasy setting??

[xnchxntmxnt]

hey! i’m here for the anniversary event :) congrats again for your 1 year anniversary <3

my s/o (miya atsumu from hq) would wear smth like this:

what we’d do at the party : dance (ofc XD), chat and mingle with some of our friends, and probably escape for a little while, maybe a park or a garden, or even the balcony or something. (idk i’ve never really been to a party before oops)

our relationship - we’re that One Chaotic Couple TM AHHAJDHFFJ he’s the flirt who doesn’t even try unless it’s with me (and he doesn’t realise when he’s being hit on either), and i’m the one who smacks him back into reality. other times, we’re both goofing around and our friends can get so annoyed with us but then again they can’t really do anything about it (they love us anyway :p) we both comfort each other very well (usually just hugs and kisses and some words of affirmation and we’re good :)) and most of the time we can basically read each other’s minds too - he knows what i want or what i’m thinking, and same here.

some of my favourite songs - Guess I’m In Love by Clinton Kane (i love the lyrics so much), Afterglow by Ed Sheeran, 2002 by Anne Marie, comethru by Jeremy Zucker, Leave by Borgeous and Jordyn Jones, and Stay by Justin Bieber (had to search them cuz i don’t remember pop songs ajhajwjjfhvnfj and i hope those aren’t too many hehe)

I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY :”) and happy 1 year anniversary again <333

i’m in love with all of this so many people picked such beautiful outfits??? i’m in love also this gives me an excuse to write tsumu and his southern accent <333 n e way

𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

“whatcha thinkin’ about?”

you smile as you turn around to see atsumu walking over with two glasses. he hands you one and wraps his now-free arm around your waist.

“nothing much,” you reply, laying your head on his shoulder. it was a little chilly outside, but it was hot inside, so this was a bit better.

noticing how cold you were, atsumu took his jacket off and placed it around your shoulders. “that any better?” he asked, kissing your cheek. “ya looked chilly.”

you set your drink down on the banister in front of you and slide your arms in the sleeves. the jacket smelled like him—that sea breeze cologne you bought him a few months ago that you had no idea how it smelled like it did.

“much better,” you mumble, taking a step closer to him. “you look really handsome tonight.”

“don’t i look handsome all the time?”

you laugh, brushing a bit of hair out of his face. “you do, i promise. just a little extra today.”

“well, if we’re going by those standards,” he said, pulling you in closer. he leaned in, almost to kiss you, before he said, “then i think you look beautiful, darlin’.”

you smile before closing the gap between the two of you, kissing him sweetly. he pulled you against him, leaning you backward slightly. it made you laugh. you lean your head against his and play with the short hair at the base of his neck.

"i'd give ya twenty minutes to knock that off," he muttered, shooting you a teasing smile. you roll your eyes at him and kiss him quickly again.

"i dunno how i got so lucky with ya, sweetheart," he said after a while. "really. yer incredible."

"only as incredible as you deserve."

"nah, 'samu told me yer way out of my league."

"tell your brother he can shut up and sit and be jealous that he's not single."

"believe it or not that's almost exactly what i told him."

"we're starting to think the same, he's so screwed."

"yes he is. we should go bother him at work tomorrow."

"wonderful idea."

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞...

this is how you fall in love - jeremy zucker