#<< for my reference or else ill forget whats going on here

[ofthevanyar]

Continued from here ( @menelvagor )

"The stars," came Amarie's whispered, reverent response. Her hood was pulled up, covering the glow that emanated from her very being. "Many years go, Arda was illuminated only by those lights."

Even though the stars were dimmed on this night, they were still there nonetheless. The thought gave her comfort.

Keen eyes picked out the details of the night, listening and watching for anything that might wish to do harm.

"Still the stars remain, despite the long years. They have stood watch over nights far darker than this night."

Amarie was not only referring to the dark clouds that covered the light from the moon and stars, but also the cloud that hung over the company.

[puzzled-pegasus]

Here's some silly little metaphors that I think the dragon tribes would use

SkyWings

“Don’t count your clutch before they hatch.” (Don't plan too much too soon)

“Gold is better than silver, but silver is better than nothing.” (If you can't do it perfectly, still try your best. Most dragons forget the second part.)

“‘Sorry’ can't suck the fire back in.” (The damage is done and now you're dead to me.)

“You been eating too much burnt meat or something?” (Are you nuts?)

“Stop all this smoke and use your fire.” (Stop rambling and get to the point already; or stop complaining and do something)

“Doesn't know his tail from his wings.” (Stupid or clumsy)

“You fly like a depressed pigeon.” (Slow flier)

“There's no fire in a rainstorm.” (Stop feeling sorry for yourself and get to work.)

“Nighttime is for the NightWings.” (What are you doing up? Go to sleep.)

SandWings

“She’s all rattle, and no strike.” (Like all bark no bite)

“A diamond in a pile of quartz.” (Like a needle in a haystack)

“You’re watering the cactus and ignoring the sapling.” (You’re focusing on the wrong thing; barking up the wrong tree)

“Everyone thinks the camel looks silly until the dry season comes.” (Don't listen to them, they don't know how unique and strong you are)

MudWings

“Crocodile tears.” (Fake crying in order to gain sympathy)

“You can only catch a trout if your mouth is open.” (Be open to new experiences)

“If the tree gives away too much, it ends up as a stump.” (Don't let people take advantage of your generosity)

SeaWings

“Happy as a clam in high water.” (Very happy)

“The flying fish feels like a fool when it sees an osprey.” (Don't compare yourself to others, run your own race.)

“Plenty of fish in the sea.” (Plenty more opportunities to come.)

“You’ve got ink in your eyes.” (You're blind to something important)

“Lobsters only die when they don't leave their shell.” (Keep yourself busy with new experiences and you'll life a long life)

NightWings

“Sleep is for the dead.” (Why waste your time sleeping when you could be productive)

“SeaWings know their fish and SandWings know their cactuses, but we NightWings know everything else.”(NightWing supremacy propaganda)

“Being nice to a deer never got one in my mouth.” (Other dragons don't matter, only your goals.)

“A prophecy always comes true.” (I told you so but more cryptic)

"You're counting the stars." (You're doing something tedious towards an unachievable goal)

RainWings

“Gray’s her favorite color.” (She's a huge bummer)

“A lemon is yellow on the outside, doesn't mean they're not sour.” (Referring to someone who is two faced or fake)

“I love honey, but I’d rather not get stung by the bees.” (I could do this, but it requires effort so I don't wanna)

“Nobody likes a rotten banana.” (Nobody likes a bummer/downer)

“Don't tie your tail in a knot” (don't get all upset)

“I have all my berries in a basket” (I have everything sorted out)

“You couldn't sneak up on a pineapple” (insult to one's camouflage skills, popular among children)

IceWings

“The seal who asks why the orca is chasing him is the first to get eaten.” (A favorite of parents telling their kids to shut up)

“Not the sharpest icicle on the roof” (kinda stupid or slow)

“Clear as polished ice” (i understand or see it very well)

“You're looking a little pink in the face” (you look sickly. IceWings can turn pink from eating too much krill; a symptom of malnutrition. This line can be applied to any illness.)

“Blue blood kills, red blood spills.” (Patriotic propaganda implying that IceWings win every fight

“The SkyWings toss their blue eyed hatchlings because they're worried they'll be as strong as an IceWing.” (More propaganda)

HiveWings

“Pretty is for the SilkWings.” (Vanity is stupid and impractical)

“If it buzzes like a bug and bites like a bug, it's a bug.” (Don't ignore the obvious)

“Clearsight works in mysterious ways.” (I don't know the answer to your question, now go away)

SilkWings

“It's not always good to know how the honey gets made.” (Don't stick your snout where it doesn't belong)

“She's got a couple of threads loose.” (Calling someone a little crazy, threads refers to weaving)

“The bee minds its flowers and the spider minds her silk, it's when they mix that bad things happen.” (Mind ya business)

LeafWings

“Flytraps only trap because the soil doesn't feed them.” (Dragons don't get angry out of nowhere)

“Looking like a leaf only hides you in the forest.” (Time and place)

“If a branch doesn't bend, it breaks.” (Be flexible)

“Even the corpse flower attracts the flies.” (Even someone who seems ugly to one dragon they can seem irresistible to another)

[thewertsearch]

TG: ooof jake jake no please TG: this is a conversation that cant happen cause i started it and i blew it by saying stuff so u have to foroget it

Yeah, that tends to happen when you're shitfaced.

Impulsive though it was, Roxy's clumsy reference to Jane's crush probably stemmed from a genuine desire to help her out. Crocker is lovesick, and Roxy wants it to be resolved, one way or another, so that the poor girl can stop pining already.

GT: Ok but may i say this? TG: mrm? GT: If in the future i would like to bring up certain topics completely unsolicited by one who may be sworn to secrecy on those very matters… GT: And im in need of i guess neutral and totally non compromising advice from a friend do you think that miss zuipperpips might unseal those scandalous metal choppers for a bit?

I still can't tell if Jake knows about Roxy's crush. If he does, then this is a pretty cruel request to make. He's basically asking her to bury her own feelings, and facilitate his relationship with someone else instead.

I have a sneaking suspicion that he is aware, actually, because he's cognizant of the fact that this conversation could interfere with Jane and Roxy's friendship.

...yeah, I'm pretty sure you know what's up, Jake English. Why else would you think that asking Jane out would bother Roxy?

TG: im totals your bee eff effsy jake TG: i am like TG: AT PEACE with that reality fromerly known as a raw fuckin deal for what avenues it closes betewen u and i that bein your bffsy has got to mean but yeah GT: Wait what? TG: i am just chill as fuck about being a pale friend to all varieties of cute and eligible as hell peeps TG: do you see my shoulder and how it says hey friend plz deposit tears here? TG: that is a LEGIT invite and is like sincere as fuckin BANANAS

...and if he didn't know before, he definitely knows now.

This kid's life is getting very complicated, very fast - and if Roxy's bringing quadrants into the mix, then things are about to get hairy.

TG: and not that im back pebbling but what about your best bro TG: dont you get 2 talkin to him about girl troubles ever GT: Yeaaaah… GT: Well. GT: Like i said the whole thing is complicated. Best not to get into it all until im ready to you know… GT: Really start manhandling these bushel loads of prickly pears.

There's also the very real possibility that Jake's not into girls at all. He might be actively crushing on Bro, instead - or, he might think he's into Jane and/or Roxy, but is actually much further up the Kinsey Scale than he's realized. Maybe he feels that he should like girls, and his obsession with blue women is more of a performance of heterosexuality than the real deal.

If anything like that is going on, Jake's most ethical move is to declare to everyone involved that he's not ready for a relationship, and won't be until he understands his feelings a little better. The issue, of course, is that everyone involved is a hormonal teenager, so we can forget all about straightforward communication. This is going to be a mess.

TG: as an early wigglin day thing u know what ill do GT: I still dont really get the wiggling thing but no what? TG: ill enable the brobots novice setting again for you

Does Roxy know that that's the gay setting, or...?

[prisma-palace]

Mind sharing your HMSW designs with the class?/nf

HELLO!!! apologizes for the late reply i forget to check my inbox ^^ i've actually been intending to make reference sheets for em... buuuut i havent gotten around to that yet. so. heres what i got as of now!

(i'll make a big post digging more into specific details and design choices and headcanons Eventually cause i do have a lot to say. but that'll probably be included in the ref sheets when i finally make them. Unless someone asks me about specific details. Wink Wink Nudge Nudge)

mind

spider motifs!!! he has little fangs and an extra set of arms (that i keep forgetting to draw him with Oopsies). the spiderness was Unintentional at first but then i decided to just go with it and lean into it more cause i liked that idea. ill probably eventually redesign him to make him look Even More spidery but that day is not today sorry

his lower set of arms can extend/retract as he chooses. he likes to annoy heart with this. he also installed said arms himself one loop. it confused the Fuck out of heart & soul

HMS are all the same height so he wears heels to be taller cause of his Ruler-Of-Everything complex. and also i just like drawing characters with cunty ass heels

the broken side of his face is a result of the juno incident! his teeth are exposed and the big ol light on that side is his broken eyelight. its supposed to vaguely resemble a sun

also his teeth are blue. yeah

OH YEAH he also has a plug tail. it was a more recent addition so it isnt in these drawings but he does have it

heart

last two are a little old. but they show off his design so it doesnt matter

face feathers!!!!!! makes him look more creaturey :-)

the way his hair parts is supposed to be shaped like a heart

he does have a teeny feather tail but its usually covered up by clothing

his wings are purposefully messy looking, he does NAWT take care of himself. sigh. he cant really fly with them because theyre not strong enough to carry him, but he can hover/glide for short periods of time

hes SOME kind of amalgamation creature. mooostly bird, but nobody really knows exactly what he is. not even himself!

he has claws and sharp teeths hehe

he can Technically see but its VERRYYY blurry, he can only rlly see vague blobs of color. hes also super light sensitive so he wears the blindfold more out convenience than anything else ^^

hes a trans guy cuz im a trans guy and i said so Thank You

soul

right. so the problem with my soul design is that i've been meaning to redesign him for, like, a long time. However i havent actually properly fully drawn my new design for him yet! so instead enjoy what i Could find, put in order of newest to most outdated :-)

devil motifs however theyre not really fully intentional it just kinda Happened. hes not really anything specific to me, just an Unidentified Thing

neck scar. No further comment!

he has two rings on his horns, blue for mind and purple for heart

his middle horn is broken off .. :-)

claws but only on the shadowy side

if he gets particularly stressed or angry his shadow side starts to lose form and get all static-y

star shaped rip on his jeans!

also he has a star patch on his sleeve, as to match with heart and mind, who have a moon and sun patch on their knee and coat pocket respectively!

^^^ the yellow background on his patch is intentional

the eye on his shadow side is always closed. if its open thats how you KNOW you Fucked Up

whole

my whole design also has a problem but its kinda different. and its that. i dont. really. draw him often? what i Do have of him is either Old or not colored. so like. have what i do have i guess ^^

hes literally Just Some Regular Guy

his hair is a combo of HMS's: length/half-circle shape from heart, bangs from mind, ponytail + side thingies from soul

they arent rlly shown in these but he has two bracelets! one is red, purple, n blue and the other is tally hall colors

i kinda gravitate towards his name being CJ. a while ago i saw someone somewhere call him first name "Cash" last name "Something-That-Starts-With-J-I-Cant-Remember" hence the nickname CJ and its stuck with me. but also i havent thought about it all that much so Who Knows

theres a difference between him and "whole". whole is more of a Concept while hes the actual Person

on the rare occasions he manifests in headspace, HMS only see him as a shadowy figure. the closer they get to concord, the more of him gets revealed!

also. you didnt ask for her. but i wanna show her off anyway

love interest

i need to draw her properly sometime soon......

i like to think that her name is stella. as a miracle musical reference. heheh

idk shes very subject to change ill probably fuck around with her color palette sometime soon

i dont have like anything to say about her sorry. i like her. shes fun to draw

[thefourthwifeoftengenuzui]

May I please ask for headcanons Aoba Johsai with a manager whose skilled with archery and sharpshooting please

Yes of course! Sorry for the wait I was working on a Rindou piece and my physics exam. It’s like 3Am right now, but I still want to finish this for you boo. Thanks again For requesting Anon, if you like this, don’t forget to like and ask if you have any other ideas. Also, you didn’t specify which you wanted, so this can be interpreted as romantic or platonic. Status: unedited

warnings: crackfic, bad grammar, cursing, violence, oikawa exists, oikawa slander, color coded characters, reader is a whole ass menace, mentions of vaping

🩵🤍Aoba Josai With a Sharpshooter/ Archer Manager🤍🩵

As a Team (platonic)

Oikawa, Iwazumi, Kunimi, Kiyotani, Kindaichi, Matsukawa, you

My first thought when I looked at this post was simple. How many times and we hit oikawa in the head. Everything else kinda spiraled from there. Just imagine being able to do that shit with pinpoint accuracy, and when he turns around to see who did it, be like the gremlin chick from hotel transilivania and be like ,” I didn’t do that”. And then he proceeds to blame Iwa, and pure unrefined chaos erupts from there. *clears throat and sips matcha* good shit

But on a more serious note, these boys are completely ready to take full advantage of your skills. Remember when oikawa sprained his ankle? Guess who had to replicate his serves instead so they could practice receives. That’s right, you. And your aim is a little too good sometimes (Kindiachi has been hit in the face) but they honestly don’t care, they just looking to get practice in, and maybe a few tips here and there for aiming.

But that’s just during their practice. During your archery or other practice. Oh my god. Imagine having like 12 annoying older brothers. Like both Archery and Sharpshooting are pretty quiet sports. But with these mfs at your practice? Oh dear lord. These gon be the most obnoxiously loud humans to walk the planet (3rd only to Fukurodani and Kurasuno). Imagine with me. It’s so silent you can hear a pin drop. You’re trying to concentrate before you’re pulling back your string. You take a deep breath and just as you’re about to let go- “WOOOOOOOO THATS MY LIL SISSSSSS/BROOOO!!!” “SHUT UP SHITTY KAWA!THEY NEED TO FOCAS!” “HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW IWA!?” “YOU WOULD KNOW IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH AN DUMBASS!” “IF YALL DONT SHUT THE FUCK UP ILL SHUT YOU UP MYSELF” yeah they’re THAT kind of sports parents. They got kicked out last time :)

I just know yall have made oikawa put an apple on his head and see if you can hit his head. Ofc you can, but it’s funnier hitting him with the Velcro arrows and watching him rip his hair out, and ruining it for the day (his fangirls hated you for that lol.)

I just KNOW that the other teams got some crazy ass conspiracies about you. They call you the Seijo Assassin, and that you kill the best players of the opposing team, and they never find the bodies. And tbh it was probably oikawa who started it, to get back at you for getting Velcro stuck in his hair. So while you’re just as hot as kiyoko, everyone is terrified of you, and are only referring to you as L/n-sama (even though you’re only a second year.). I swear to fuck hinata pissed himself when tsukki told the team about you.

also yall know the sharpshooter shaving cream balloon prank thingy? I know damn well the whole team is having a competition for who can do it best. Like it’s literally so funny, especially when someone not on the team gets hit. Like I know oikawa has accidentally hit the coach with one of those. Do with this information what you will.

Individuals: Could be romantic or platonic, either way fits (though both are seriously on crack.)

Somehow or someway, Oikawa will convince you to be his bodyguard. And not even like paying you money. Just like a, “ YoU wOnT wALk yOuR pOor dEfEnSLeSS FRiEnD tO cLAss? WhAt iF my FAnGirlS Kidnap MeEEEEE?!” “yep.” “Do you even Love Meeeeeee!?” “Nope.” “…I’ll pay you~” “pay me what?” “Food~” “DONE!” *throws chair out window* yeah y’all’s relationship is pretty much just blitz and stolas in the loo loo land episode. Like when Stolas was just walking while Blitz is pretending to be Batman, lurking in the shadows and pointing a gun at anything with a pulse? Yeah that’s you two walking around the school, except with a nerf gun instead.

oh and you know the team jackets? He bought you yours. But not just any jacket oh no. Yours is special. He payed extra to have it say, “The Seijo Assasin; Oikawa’s bobyguard.” He also might have gotten it in 4xl because he doesn’t know your size, but still wants it to be way to big on you so he can make fun of you. He’s an ass.

Iwazumi is much nicer on the other hand. He (regardless of if it’s platonic or romantic,) is all about helping you carry your stuff. He doesn’t even ask either, he just kinda picks it up and does it. He says it isn’t a big deal, and that you’re carrying enough with your archery equipment anyway, and that he needs the weight training anyway. Def the kinda guy to use your backpack as a dumbbell and use it to lift while y’all in the hall.

I know y'all have a running competition on who can hit oikawa in the head the most. Body shots are one point, head shots are worth 2, and the groin is worth 3, especially if he’s being creepy to someone. The score is currently 34-31, slightly in your favor. Whoever hits him the least by the end of the month has to buy the winner ramen. Oikawa doesn’t approve of this game, and ends up attempting to bump everything back your way. But on the bright side, it’s a good way to scare off his fangirls :).

Kunimi just kinda vibes with you. Like he doesn’t really acknowledge much of what you do, just kinda goes like, “ oh so that’s why you were so good at that. I just thought you hated oikawa. Anyway can I have your Chez-its?” Yeah my boy don’t care enough, but he cute so yeah.

also I just know this mf, plays Fortnite and vapes blue raspberry burst. Do with that what you will. ( to be clear, I wouldn’t ever vape, i just know he does, and honestly had to look up what flavors there are.

The honesty biggest thing you do that impresses him is the whole good aim card slicey thingy. Idk man, he just seems like he would be good at that, and would try to fight you on it.

Despite everything, Kyotani is actually relatively nice to you? Or at least as nice as he can be. His version of nice is avoiding you like the plague, cause he’s scared you’ll be scared of him. He actually really likes you and wants an excuse to talk to you. So what does he do? Asks you to help him aim while spiking, so that he can use his strength more efficiently. He actually is pretty patient with your teaching, and genuinely respects you enough to take your advice. ( tell him to shower pls, I can smell him through the screen, luv him though)

He also uses a whole bottle of axe body spray every time he walks out of the house . Be careful not to get too close to him. Please find someone strong, or stupid enough to bully him out of it, for the sake of the teams lungs🙏

Kindaichi is probably the only person on the team who still calls you Y/n- senpai. He’s way too precious. That being said, he still did give you a twenty if you hit kageyama with a vollyball during warmups. He may be nice, but he mad petty. And $20 is $20 man

Matsukawa is definitely a COD type of guy. He knows a lot about guns. Bond over that (then give me his number pls)

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Thanks for reading, sorry the last part was rushed, I am just not feeling it rn. If y’all liked this make sure to follow, Like, and request something of your own. I literally have nothing else to do. Love y’all sm, peace

-joden

[schrodinger-swriter]

Can I request a sequel to the egg boi mom thing where Pentious is taking care of his S/O who has a really bad stomach bug and the egg children are worried.

My stomach has been dying for two days.

Sir Pentious and the Egg Boiz w/ a Sick!Motherly!Reader

I hope your stomach feels better soon! Stomach aches/bugs suck bumbum..

You can find the post being referred to right here! Though I don't think you will need to read that post for this one to make sense!

Glad to hear that everyone enjoyed that post, by the by! I feel like I could have done more but I have mommy issues so idk what moms do/j/lh

Anywho, I hope you enjoy, Anon! C:

The egg boiz gather around your bed, waiting for you to ask them for something. Anything. They don't want to leave your side, but they want to make sure that you get exactly what you need... or want.. as soon as possible! They only move for Sir Pentious, when he comes in with some soup.

Speaking of, I think Sir Pentious is a... so-so cook! He's not terrible, and he can follow recipes fairly well! It's just... well sometimes he can get a little... inventive with ideas. Sometimes he deviates if he feels he can make improvements to the dish. The good news it, he is very stiff with instructions when it comes to making something for his sick partner, out of fear he would make the illness worse! He would spoon feed you... oh and don't think he's going to forget getting you your fluids! He's going to make sure you stay hydrated! In fact he probably assigns one of the eggs to water duty!

If you're cold the eggs start fighting over who gets to give you a spare blanket, or if you need an extra pillow they'd do the same. They follow behind you in a loose cluster when you pull yourself out of bed to go to the bathroom... on the chance you have a rush of energy to rush to the bathroom to throw up but immediately lose the ability to move after... they're going to carry you to bed. Kind of like that one scene from one of the original Spiderman movies, where they're carrying Peter... Forgot which film it was from.. "Carefully he's a hero" meme.

Pentious wants more than anything to hold you, but he won't.. for two reasons. One, he risks getting sick himself.. and while the idea doesn't sound too bad, it means he can risk spreading it to everyone else in the hotel... the other reason is due to him being cold blooded, he doesn't want to steal what little heat you have away from your body. Speaking of temperature, Pentious keeps on top of that via thermometer. He heart does a little skip whenever your temperature changes even one degree. In joy if it goes down, in worry if it goes up.

The eggs take shifts in the night to make sure you don't need anything. They have an entire shift system... it's actually a little endearing that they care this much...

[irisintheafterglow]

OKAY A FELLOW SWIFTY I SEE

Okay here me out I need to express this with another SWIFTY

ALL THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE IS SO GOJO X READER CODED!!

Gege confirmed gojo was canon a player right??

He’s all about fuckboy life but THEN then he meets you and is so inlove he becomes so domestic and just <333

I NEEDED TO SHARE THIS WITH ANOTHER SWOFTY FOR YEARS OKAY THANKS BYE

every dead end street led you straight to me

wc: 2.1k

cw/tags: established relationship, first meeting, creepy guy at a club but he doesn't get very far because of unofficial bodyguard™ satoru, mostly just fluff and taylor references, little fun surprise at the very end in case it wasn't tooth-rotting enough

note: hi anon!!! first off, i'm so sorry this took so long to complete; i literally love aotgylb and so i was a little stumped for how to write this because it's just,,,,so him. i love him. i love taylor. i hope you love this lol. enjoy!!!

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated!

“I really wish I found you sooner.”

“How so?”

“I wouldn’t have needed all that dumb shit with other girls if I knew you were waiting for me. All the lame fights, feeling alone even when I wake up next to someone. That dumb shit.”

“Who said I wasn’t doing dumb shit too?” You look at him with a sleepy smile, warm despite the biting chill of the early morning air. "You couldn't fathom how many boys I was crying in the bathroom about."

"Do you remember their names?"

"Of course not." While you press against the personal heater that is your boyfriend, the long-awaited sunlight starts to touch the very tips of the mountains before you. “You remember my first boyfriend, don’t you?”

“Mmm, yeah. The one from Kyoto that dropped out ‘cause he couldn’t stand being weaker than his partner,” he recalls. “He’s also the ugliest of your exes; it’s hard to forget him when I almost exorcized him before I met you.” You burst out laughing at the memory and a puff of your breath appears in front of your face. Satoru follows suit, exhaling a long breath and making boyish dragon noises. “See, aren’t I so much better?”

“Yes love, no one can compete with your dragon impressions,” you tease. With a shiver, you wrap your coat tighter around your body. “I won’t lie, though. My ass is freezing.”

“I was just about to say that,” he agrees, shifting uncomfortably on the stone bench. Even with the several layers of thermal long sleeves, jackets, and gloves, the winter weather seemed adamant on giving you frostbite. “Remind me to never suggest a sunrise hike ever again.” 

“But isn’t it romantic? Freezing our asses off and shit-talking our exes?” 

“I would not enjoy this if I was with anyone else,” he concludes. “That’s all I’ll say about that.”

“Fine, then go back to that other thing, the one about finding me sooner.” 

“Oh, that?” He pauses for a moment, jutting his lips to the side in deep thought. Spots of gold start to catch on his bright white hair, strikingly similar to the snow crunching under your boots. “I was just thinking how much time I wouldn’t have wasted if I simply found you sooner.”

“What do you mean, ‘found me?’” 

“I was searching for someone, you know, and I didn’t know what I wanted until I met you.” The corner of his mouth quirks as a memory pops into his mind. “Even though you hated me.”

“I did not hate you,” you argue in vain since you did, in fact, hate him when you first met him. In need of a new partner after your boyfriend (the ugly one, Satoru notes) fell ill the night before a mission, you considered feigning sickness yourself when you saw who the higher ups assigned. It was easier, logistically, to slap on the most powerful asset they had on a mission where a sorcerer dropped out, but it didn’t make him any less annoying when he picked you up at the airport. It was before the days of his current blindfold, when he wrapped strips of white linen over his eyes during the times he opted for no sunglasses. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t unnerve you, the way he navigated through the airport crowds as if his vision wasn’t impeded in the slightest. The aura that he emanated was intimidating and one of sheer power, but the goofy smile and melodic voice contradicted any assumptions you made about the strongest being alive. 

“Gojo Satoru?”

“That’s me. I like it when you say my name,” he drawls and you make a quiet gagging noise in your throat. 

“Please don’t ever say that again,” you say, walking in a random direction where you hope the driver is parked. To your embarrassment, you turn around to see him standing in the same spot, a smug grin on his face and a thumb pointing in the opposite direction. “I thought I read the lot was this way,” you mutter in irritation while he falls into step next to you. 

“Oh, it was,” he affirms and you stop mid-stride. The shit-eating expression on his face only grows wider when he senses your increasing annoyance. “But there’s a dango stand over here and you look like you could use a snack.” He was right, of course, but you didn’t admit it until much later in your relationship. The first twelve hours with him were painfully awkward, to say the least. You shoved dango in your mouth to avoid answering any questions about yourself and stared out the dark window of the car while he snuck glances at you in the backseat. After dropping your stuff at the hotel and slipping into nicer clothes, you walk out onto the crowded street to find Satoru waiting in a sleek-looking suit that would have the girls back home fainting on the spot. He opens the door with a flirty remark that you immediately tune out and you recheck the Cursed Tools in your clutch while he slides into the seat beside you. 

“You know your role?” 

“I’m a wealthy businessman gunning for the weapon with the blue handle,” he states confidently.

“Green handle, not blue.”

“What’s the difference?”

“One of them has an eons-old Curse stuffed into its hilt…and the other is blue.” He makes a small noise of amusement in his throat and you feel yourself relax a little bit more. “I’ll camp out at the bar and wait for the owner to make a move. Apparently, he’s the type to bite pretty easily if he sees something good-looking and alone. When he’s distracted, you grab the weapon. Got it?”

“Clear as crystal,” he says, swiping his tongue over his top lip absentmindedly. A serious look washes over his face, something in his head making his eyebrows draw together. “What if the guy starts getting handsy with you?”

“I’ll…handle it,” you reply slowly, slightly confused as to why he cares. “Just get the weapon, Gojo. You can stall or kill time however you want before that, but we don’t have the luxury of being able to make a mess.”

“Easier said than done,” he says quietly, “So, no promises.” 

It turned out that making messes was simply a part of Satoru’s daily routine. Perched on a bar stool and barely nursing a weak drink, you clearly saw what his idea of killing time was. Lean arms stretched over the back of an overstuffed corner booth in a corner of the club, pulling several nice-looking women into his side while they giggled in his lap. He’d swapped the strips of linen for an expensive pair of sunglasses and he peered over the rim at regular intervals to keep an eye on you. It made your heart pang just a little bit, seeing him easily attract girls to him like a magnet in a paper clip factory. There was no doubt that Gojo Satoru was attractive, yet every doubt existed in your mind as to whether you would ever have a chance with him. You didn’t mean to look so mopey and sad at the counter, but it seems to play to your advantage when the owner of the weapon creeps over with a sinister smile on his face. 

“Hello, dear,” he purrs and it takes all of your willpower not to slap him for looking at you like a pretty thing. “Nothing is sadder than a beauty at the bar, all alone.”

“And what were you going to do about it?” You drop the volume of your voice to an enticing volume, looking up at him through your eyelashes. 

“Inject a bit more excitement into your evening,” he replies daringly and the insinuation makes you nauseous. “That man, with the glasses? He broke your heart?” He leans on your shoulder and looks in the direction of your partner, the one who was supposed to be grabbing the weapon while you were busy being ogled by this narcissist. “You need to watch out for men like him, throwing around money and women like they’re of no value. Both have value. You have value.” Great, you groan in your head, he’s gross and a hypocrite, too.

“I wouldn’t say broke it,” you murmur mysteriously. “More like, doesn’t deserve it.”

“You’re feisty,” he observes. “I’m incredibly attracted to it.” Shit. On pure instinct, you feel your Cursed Energy flare up as his hand roams dangerously close to your thigh, sliding down your arm with a clammy palm. Despite not being a sorcerer, you know he feels the energy shift when his eyes dart up to yours not with lust, but suspicion. By some stupid twist of Fate, you’d blown your own cover. The weapon owner’s hand suddenly tightens around your wrist, chaining you to the bar counter. 

“Let go of me,” you order, completely rid of the stupidly airy voice and naive smiles. 

“What did you just–”

“My love, we’re leaving.” Elegant fingers effortlessly pry the man’s hand from your skin and toss them aside like garbage. You find your coat gently draped around your shoulders, and only then does he guide you up and away from the bar, with the weapon owner still gawking in his stool. Somewhere between your Cursed Energy flaring and the man grabbing your wrist, Satoru must have left his posse of gorgeous women to pull you out of your present situation. “Good?”

“Yeah,” you mutter, slightly embarrassed that he had to come in and save you. “Thanks for doing that, even though you had to leave your girlfriends.” 

“Of course. They never mean anything to me, nor do I mean anything to them,” he replies and it sounds genuine, without any sort of mockery or indication that he was holding it above your head. With one arm still wrapped around your shoulders, he calls the valet to retrieve the car and you find that you don’t mind him holding you close. “Nice play with the energy flare-up, by the way. That was really smart.”

“What do you mean?”

“Smoking out the weapon’s energy signature by making it butt against your own?” He shakes his head in disbelief, city lights catching in the lenses of his glasses. “Absolute genius.” 

“I…didn’t mean to do that,” you admit and he peers at you out of the corner of his vision. You didn’t know it yet, but to him, you looked prettier than any of the women he was surrounded by inside the club. “It was an accidental reflex when the guy went for my leg.”

“Want me to kill him?” You chuckle, but it dies away when you see the cold expression on his face, nothing like the playful and warm persona you’d just been speaking to. “Say the word and I’ll blow the place to pieces.”

“We’re not supposed to make a mess, remember?” 

“And I said no promises, remember?” He helps you into the passenger’s seat with a gentlemanly hand, shutting it after you before settling into the driver’s seat. “Either way, I got the weapon. It was in the guy’s pocket, not in the safe like we thought it would be. But, more importantly, you got out of that creep’s vicinity.” 

“I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Anytime, pretty.”

“Don’t call me that,” you say firmly and he looks at you curiously. “What?”

“Why not?”

“I’m not interested in being your arm candy; I’m not that type of person.” He pauses for several long moments, stuck in deep thought.

“I didn’t realize I was the type of person to have arm candy,” he states quietly, like it was an epiphany as he pulled away from the club’s valet curb. 

“Something must be wrong with one of your Six Eyes, then, if you truly believe that,” you chuckle, trying to make the mood a little lighter. Yet, he’s still staring straight ahead with a frown on his face and a draw between his eyebrows. It was unsettling, to say the least. “Hey, I really didn’t mean any offense–”

“Let me try.”

“What?”

“Let me try,” he repeats with absolute determination. The streetlight casts his face in a dangerous shade of red.

“Try…what?” 

“To win you over. Teach you what forever feels like,” he answers and your head feels like it’s been submerged underwater, all noises suddenly becoming muddy and irrelevant. “Show you that I don’t think you’re just eye candy.” 

“What the hell are you playing at, Gojo?”

“I’m just tryin’ to show you that I’m not the playboy you have in your head,” he argues and it makes your cheeks heat. “Let me try. If I fail, I’ll go bald or something. Sorcerer's honor.” You burst out laughing, shaking your head in disbelief but feeling comfortable enough to take him up on the offer. Now, a few years and zero bald heads later, you were freezing your ass off with the man of your dreams on a mountain at six in the morning. 

Somehow, you both felt like you’d won the bet when he pulled out that box from his pocket and got down on one knee. 

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[cconfusedkat]

I think the reason why I have a tendency to draw new things every few months is bc im Still relatively new to digital art and always wonder how much i improve in months

So mainly it's for my sake because im like Oh wait ive been drawing this character differently recently ?? And then Boom i take my eyes away for one second and theres redesigns

Plus instead of making clothing so complex i decided to go w my heart and base their clothes off of how id characterize them If That Makes Sense ,, i figure kallamars is the most obvious one for him being a tailor for example

Whereas shamura is the (main) undertaker , Leshy and Heket are the two missionary party leaders , and Narinders isnt very obvious but hes considered the gladiator :-3c

Lamb and Goat (Allure & Giuseppe) are the two leaders of the cult!! (Allure main leader, giuseppe co leader) As time went on and giuseppe settled in allure's cult , the name changed from just alluring lamb to the cult of death and wisdom ,,, Ram (aaliyah) isnt a very repetitive person that shows up at the cult since she has her own cult to run (within another universe , a war cult specifically) but she likes to show up every so often just to check in with her brother [giuseppe] :>c

And ofc how could i forget wilt lol- i forgot to add giuseppes cape here Woops ,, But its what giuseppes main clothes r in the other cult

And well i kinda wanted to incorporate the healed designs ,, another thing i wanted to add is that i constantly yap about them all being rlly strong (minus Narinder however- i believe he wouldn't be able to go on crusades or missionaries due to fibromyalgia) but its not too obvious either ,, id def say that leshy and allure are probably the strongest out of everyone else (leshy can summon roots from the ground and uses his body as an advantage, where as to allure their main weapon is withholding a heavy axe ,, but that shit is Not Easy so both leshy and allure are bottom heavy cuz of that- their back muscles and legs carry shit for the both of them HELPP)

Shamura isnt exactly a battlefield person though, they're probably the only bishop to not wanting to fight ?? Those days r Way behind them ,, Kallamar can make himself taller due to Allure reserving some strength left of the blue crown as apart of a compromise they were forced to make with kallamar to stay within the cult-

One thing in common Giuseppe and Narinder have is pacifism ,, narinder is a pacifist because of seeing allure so ill and he didnt actually like seeing people in pain- whereas Giuseppe is pacifist because hes a god of wisdom nd prefers to take things with a lighter approach. The complete opposites of those two are Allure and Aaliyah, theyre both aiming for any type of genocidal route because of what they went through for both the lamb and goat genocides occuring in different worlds of theirs ,, giuseppe doesnt rlly like crusading with allure for that reason 😭 even though aaliyah is Much worse since shes a god of war- its just the way that bloodthirst makes giuseppe incredibly uncomfortable,, to see such a shy lamb act the opposite on their crusades is Lowkey what terrifies him lmao-

Herrmm ,, heket and kallamar are pretty similiar in the stances of not rlly gaf-ing about fighting and crusades ,, heket is good at stealth and kallamar just aims right for the target because shi's just Impatient-

Okay thats all the yapping i have left in me fur now i also have these to share

The only decency here is giuseppe lmaooo 😭🙏

Oh one last thing is heights :-3

(Shamura is 4'7, Ram is 5'1, Lamb is 5'5, Narinder is 6'0, Goat is 6'1, Kallamar is 6'3, Heket is 6'6, and Leshy is 7'2 ,, Idk why i put sozo there but maybe bc its fur my own reference)

[kroosluvr]

AU/fabrication

start | back | you are here

ok hi cele notes time

at first, this clawmark is just talking out of his ass to save his own skin LMAO ("i dont think you're a heartless sort of person!111!") but the more he talks to this petra, realizing that shes just a lonely, scared human being like the rest of us, he opens up into his more Clawmark as we know him... life advice clawmark...

because if she killed him here, she wouldnt learn anything new about humanity. only more pain, and he's trying to make her realize that: because he couldnt save everybody, and he learned that so acutely, so painfully.

the mutual "learning how to be human" for both of them: showing compassion towards other people, and yourself, and your circumstances. sometimes bad things happen and sometimes the decisions you make aren't 'great', necessarily, but the growth we make is 'good.' the love that we have for other people is 'good.' does it outweigh everything else in the end? that's for your perception to decide really.

also i think this clawmark has a skewed sort of view of 'forgetting' - ill elaborate in the next comic. but. def not smth healthy. he sees his memories with a sort of utmost reverence, because his friend lives there. his happiness lives there. those peaceful days are all behind him, but his elixir allowed it so he can have them forever: at a price of going a lil bit carazy but like. Keeps me on my toes. yknow. (<- Woah mouth wash reference>>????) but yeah I WANT TO WRITE!! MORE OF THEM!!!! kind of filling in the blanks in each other's sense of 'humanity.' What Is Being Human, Really? Watch This Ex-Cleric and Ex-Penguin To Find Out

to maximize your happiness over your suffering: life as that sort of function. that, we have to believe there is potential for happiness and that is "hope." all of these things he tries to relay to her: which is hard because yknow if you hear advice and youre like yeah ok buddy. sometimes it doesnt really resonate, until you DO it and all that. and this clawmark is just hoping some of this goes thru to her. also hes like freezing to death and if he makes the wrong move hes gonna actually freeze to death so theres that

anyway i like writing this Ice queen petra kind of weighing these choices in her head.... because killing this rando human would be the easy way out. but. perhaps. there are greater things out there than just pain and misery and killing and icing the entire world and etc. Perhaps.

and clawmark's "regrets"... the idea of "haunting one's memory"... yeah we'll get to those.

i feel like im not as philosophically inclined as i SHOULD be to write this au IM CTFUUUUUUUUUUUU my tweets abt this au have been insane LMFAO. Let me put some here

yeah idk its a bunch of bullshit BUT (wrings hands) (wrings hands) (wrings hands) idk. yeah idk actually (wrings hands)

[fictionfixations]

i paused watching blue exorcist blue night saga at like episode 5, not because i thought it was bad but i was watching so much anime i took a break for a bunch of weeks and now im back and binging through the rest of it and i just

its making me really infuriated tbh and im not sure how to feel ill unpack it as i think back on it its just a lot

but i just keep seeing them being referred to as 'satan's sons' and im just sat here like

but they're yuri's sons too

???

like ah yes its the spawn of the demon who fucked the person you loved and im just sat here like. but theyre yuris too??? is that not also important?? (question: do you NOT think yuri would be like hella pissed off at you if you did manage to kill her children??? hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, but MOTHER. dude theyre like hella protective man 😭 theyre her KIDS)

also i cant believe how they treated baby yukio bruh ban those assholes from stepping anywhere near whats the area called for where people have pregnancies in hospitals i cannot remember

actually they might be dead i cant remember LMFAO

i know i should be horrified by the blue night but i honestly cant and maybe thats selfish but like im the type of person to be like as long as the people i care about are fine then idk the world could end for all i care 💀

and i know it also affected innocent people and i feel bad for them but also its not yuris fault hahahahahaa so youre gonna blame the bad shit that SOMEONE ELSE did on HER

and then say hey we need you to sacrifice yourself for the sake of the world like they didnt just attempt to murder HER children

also its fucking wild that there were just a shit ton of people watching as she gave birth thats like such a violation of privacy and i know its because its a demons kid and shit but oh my fucking god you pull that shit im gonna throw hands like excuse me get the fuck out (im gonna cry if this contributes to misunderstandings about pregnancy like ah yes demonic pregnancy is like that and then you just stare at like every other instance of painful pregnancy like. i mean ive never seen someone give birth i dont want to but it CANNOT be painfree dude oh my god)

ALSO SHIRO INFURIATES ME yuris like (about rin) i think hes just trying to protect us if you leave us three alone then it'll be fine and hes just like no

and like I GET IT because he comes out feral and angry and we only know better because we see the person future rin becomes but oh my GOD

i mean theres the fucking cradle barrier or whats it called i already forgot so like is it not out of the realm of question that the demon baby can tell that a shit ton of people are surrounding its mama with HOSTILE INTENT

im like actually going to scream i just needed to take out my feeling somewhere holy shit

blue exorcist is the anime that makes me really mad at people 😭

like i think the one other post i made about it was about that doctor guy who i forget but his head was round and i was like spitting insults at him because i hated him so much 💀 they werent really good i was just mad angry

[joonslfttiddie]

BE MINE

Thirteen

💜Fic Pairing: BTS Member x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Dark Romance | Demon Member

💜Warnings: (for entire work; not chapter specific) Mental Illnesses/Troubled Childhood/Alcoholic Parent/Mentions of Domestic Violence/Physical Violence/Stalking/Gore/Mentions of Blood/Sexist Remarks/Derogatory Remarks/Detailed Murder/Murder of an Animal/Language/Adult Themes/Sexual Themes/Mind Control/Telepathy (invading thoughts w/o permission)/Fingering/Masturbation/Manipulation/Alluding at Drug Usage

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 4,058

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Thirteen

Kamryn Graham

Kamryn couldn’t say she felt relieved to finally have Jimin back in her arms—she was never truly worried to begin with. Humming to herself, she didn’t even consider the irony of how she’d just made sure the door was locked before coming into her room. A protective measure to ensure her safety from the dangers of the outside world, yet here she was. She’d just invited evil into her home and into the sanctity of her bedroom for the second time that day but felt no reservations–in fact, she took comfort in his presence.

“Are you okay?” Jimin was snuggled with Kamryn in the spacious chair, finding comfort in her arms as he absentmindedly stroked her hair. With his other hand, he used the towel she’d given him to dry his damp hair.

Judging by the breaking news report playing on the television screen, Kamryn assumed he was referring to his early morning escapades. She traced lazy circles on the soft fabric of his shirt, his hoodie hung nearby to dry. Their position—a serene contrast to the chaos unfolding outside their bubble.

“Would it be crazy to say that I am? I dunno. I don’t really feel anything about what happened. They got what they deserved,” Kamryn said. She nods her head, confident of her opinion. “They got what the fuck they deserved.” She paused for a moment, her expression as if she was searching within herself. “The glimpses you sent—seeing how horrific the scene was and what actually happened—were definitely shocking. But even after that, I’m still okay. I’m sure I would feel differently if they were just regular people.”

“Hmm,” he answered with a hum. Silence fell over them as they watched the images on screen, now showing a field anchor interviewing a neighbor.

“Ma’am, you witnessed the suspect being apprehended by police. C-Can you tell us—what else did you see?” The woman’s voice trembled as she extended the microphone, her hand visibly shaking. 

“Well, I’d heard some yelling coming from Colin’s house in the middle of the night, but didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him, Jameel, and their other friends to have a ton of people over; partying all the time. But when I came out this morning to water my plants, I saw about ten cops cars speeding toward me. I didn’t know what was going on so I just put my hands up, not realizing they were going next door.” The elderly woman paused for a moment before she continued. “You know, he seemed like an okay guy–I never really had any issues with him; always spoke when I saw him. I guess you never really know a person.”

Another neighbor shared what he had seen.

“I’ll tell you, this is something I’ll never forget. Seeing him coming out of that house, covered in blood and screaming… It was horrifying. I couldn’t go onto the property, of course, but from what I could see inside, blood was everywhere. You could smell it from the street—metallic, like how your hands smell after holding coins. I overheard someone say he’d cut his boyfriend's, ya know,” he said pointing down to his crotch, “junk off and stuffed it into his mouth. I don’t know if he died from losing all that blood or from choking on it.” Kamryn sat up, fascinated as the neighbor’s recount of events animated the still images Jimin had sent her earlier. She imagined the terror in real-time, piecing together the sequence from what the man said and what she’d felt through their bond. “And the song he was singing. You know that song that goes, you’re my best friend?” The man attempted, singing off-key. “He was just singing it at the top of his lungs. Like, really screaming it. He was crazy, that’s for sure. I’ll never listen to that song the same, ever again.”

“So heinous, yet… poetic. Beautiful,” Kamryn whispered under her breath, causing Jimin to blush. The reporter continued to talk on screen just as Mariah burst into the room.

“Kamryn! Did you hear—Jameel—he—oh my God.” Her words came in quick, fragmented gasps.

“Yeah, girl. I just saw,” Kamryn said, collecting as much sincerity as she could in her tone.

“That’s what his ass gets,” Taehyung muttered, his arm still wrapped around her shoulders. “It’s okay. He got what he deserved and won’t get the chance to hurt you–or anyone else–ever again. It’s over.” When his eyes landed on Jimin, his expression was much softer compared to the previous day. “Hey, man. Thanks for being there for Mariah when she needed you guys. I don’t know how I could ever repay you.” Jimin accepted his gratitude with an accepting nod before Taehyung gently guided Mariah back into her room.

The anchor came back on screen.

“Thank you, Mia,” she said, visibly rattled, the papers in her hands shaking slightly. “Sources report that several officers who responded to the scene this morning have already resigned, citing the experience as too disturbing to continue in their roles. This marks the second homicide in Filter Falls that officers have described as both ‘gruesome’ and ‘traumatizing.’ The victim, 27-year-old Jameel Clark, was allegedly murdered by his longtime boyfriend, Colin Maguire. Those who knew Clark remember him as a kind-hearted individual who never hesitated to help others in need.” She paused, placing her hand over her ear piece. “This just in—We’ve received reports that friends and family of Colin Maguire were sent a graphic and explicit video from him early this morning. Upon recovering the device, police also uncovered an audio recording and additional evidence linking both Maguire and the victim, Jameel Clark, to an underground sex trafficking ring, as well as several unsolved sexual assaults.”

Jimin shook his head as Kamryn turned the TV off.

“Kind-hearted individual,” Kamryn scoffed. “Looks like both their asses were pieces of shit.” After a moment, she asked, “You sent that video to his family?”

“I sure did,” Jimin beamed.

“Wow,” Kamryn said, snickering. “How did you even come up with all of that?”

Jimin simply shrugged.

 “You’re so fucking twisted.” She kissed his cheek before standing up from where they sat. “Give me a minute. Let me go check on Mariah.”

“Is she going to be okay?”

“Yeah, she’ll be fine. I’m sure it’s just a lot for her—all at once. She’s probably overwhelmed. I know I would be.”

Kamryn crept across the hall and into Mariah’s room, careful not to wake her if she’d drifted off again. Her eyes were closed, and Kamryn slowly slipped into bed behind her. But the soft, rhythmic bounce of her shoulders and the quiet whimpers gave her away.

“Could you stay with her while I make us some breakfast? You’ll have to make your own tea, though.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.”

Taehyung kissed Mariah’s forehead, slipped out of bed, and left the room, closing the door behind him.

“Riah, are you okay?” Kamryn knew that her friend was in her head, probably replaying the different ways she could have handled the situation.

“I’m– I don’t know.” She sniffed.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I heard Jameel and his boyfriend were into some fucked up shit. My heart goes out to those women that they hurt. I’m glad that dude was arrested and I pray they throw him under the prison.” She sniffed again. “I guess I'm struggling because I kind of feel like Jameel got what he deserved as well. But, even though he was a shit individual, that was still a human life that was taken.”

Kamryn hugged her friend’s back tighter. Hell, what could she say when she was in the same headspace just a few days ago? If anybody could understand Mariah’s conflicting thoughts, it was her. She brushed Mariah’s hair out of her face and stroked her head as if trying to stroke away her doubts and ease her turmoil.

“I get what you are saying. I really do. But, the way that I see it, Karma came back for him and beat his ass. All of those women were avenged by his passing. And you– You were almost one of them. I’m so happy you are safe.”

“Kamryn!” Mariah's voice was sharp and the sheets rustled as she turned over to face her friend. She searched Kamryn’s eyes, trying to figure out who she was really speaking to. “I thought you of all people would understand. There was no convincing Tae, but you?”

“What?” Kamryn felt put on the spot. She stared back at her friend as her heart began to race.

Mariah turned back over. “Did Jimin have something to do with this?”

“What?! Why would you even–

“You’re still a terrible liar,” Mariah said, not needing to turn back around. One glance was all that she needed.

Kamryn opened her mouth, then closed it again–speechless. Mariah had always had supernatural insight—a mysterious ability to see the truth. It was no use to try and hide from her but she just couldn’t bring herself to admit what was going on.

“What are you talking about, Riah?” she said with an unconvincing chuckle.

“I could feel his darkness on you well before I even met him. It was as if you were carrying him around on your back. A shadowy figure that had dug its claws into you. When I walked in this morning, I could see it. Surrounding him. Inside of him. The darkness… it was him. Just now, Kam, I could see the truth in your eyes before I even asked the question.”

“Riah…”

“You don’t have to say anything. I can see what he is– And what you’re becoming.”

“What am I becoming?” Kamryn whispered. “Riah, what are you saying?”

“What I’m saying is, you’re changing. Don’t be afraid of it. That newfound confidence, that fire–It looks good on you. But, just as you’re changing, so is he. Life is about balance.” She took Kamryn’s hand that was draped over her waist. “If you both continue feeding each other without limits, things could get dangerous. Balance.”

Kamryn went in to comfort her friend but was, instead, read like a book. She completely understood what she was saying and it made her think of the way Jimin lost control of himself yesterday. That wasn’t him, and she now wondered if she was feeding Jimin or that immoral part of him that lurked just under the surface.

🩷Dangerous.

Park Jimin

Heinous, yet poetic. Beautiful.

The words Kamryn had used to describe his transgressions played on a loop in his head and made him feel proud. His heart was not the only thing swelling with pride, excited with this new emotion elicited by Kamryn. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this way—not even back when his dad bragged about his wins on the field or the women he’d pulled. That was all for show. Maybe it was because he trusted her that he was able to actually take her words to heart.

Alone in her room, he was able to sit in the stillness, allowing his mind to wander. He knew that he was in love with this woman and that he would do anything for her, but was he capable of making the change to be the man she needed? She deserved? Thinking back on what happened back at his place, he wondered if he had the ability to be that person when he couldn’t even control himself. The atrocity within him, having a mind of its own. She had seen his evil, embraced it, and called it beautiful. Could she love him if she saw all of it? Could he even trust himself to show her, not knowing when it would overpower him again?

Before he could get too deep into his head, the sound of pots and pans rang out from the kitchen. He closed his eyes to gently tap on the bond, not wanting to eavesdrop on the lady's conversation, just to see if she was still in there. She was, so that meant the person in the kitchen was Taehyung. Would a normal human stay put or offer to help out? He was unsure what he was supposed to do. A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts before the door swung open slowly.

“Hey, I’m making breakfast. Are you hungry? Want coffee?” Taehyung’s questions seemed sincere, his features and body language were relaxed and open.

“Uh, yeah. Sure. Need a hand?”

In the kitchen, Jimin watched as Taehyung started the coffee before he began pulling ingredients from the fridge. Eggs and fruit were in his hands when he turned around. This was where he should offer to help.

“Hey, I can wash and cut the fruit for you,” he said as he met the man to relieve him of the strawberries and melon.

“Alright. Thanks. And it’s already clean. Kamryn is kind of a germaphobe so she cleans it as soon as she brings it inside.”

Yesterday, Jimin would have been pissed to know that this man knew anything about Kamryn that he didn’t. But today, he smiled at the new knowledge.

“Okay. Could you hand me a bowl to put this in?”

“Here you go. That should be large enough,” Taehyung said as he placed another glass bowl on the island next to where Jimin stood. Jimin pulled a knife from its block and had to push away the intrusive thoughts that popped into his mind, remembering to hum a tune.

💙This is a great, quality knife. I bet it would slice through flesh like a dream. Hmm. I could kill his ass right now for how he acted yesterday. He’d better be glad Kamryn wouldn’t like that idea. That, and he’s tolerable like this–in this mood. I guess I wouldn’t mind him being around. 

Was this what having a friend felt like? Things felt easier now with most of the tension gone. Was this the moment to ask questions and actually get to know him? It’d been so long since he’d spoken to a human on a genuine level, he’d become awkward–second guessing himself.

“So, how long have you known Kamryn?” He asked the question though he already knew the answer.

“Damn, almost ten years now. We met when she and Mariah were freshmen in college. Same school, same major—we saw each other all the time. She’s like the little sister I never had. Sweet as hell. Funny. Annoying, too.”

Jimin laughed at that.

“Sounds like you three are really close,” he said, noticing the longing within him to be close to someone. Where the fuck did that come from?

“Yeah, we hit it off immediately. It was love at first sight with Mariah and her and Kamryn came as a package deal, it seems. I don’t regret it at all, though,” he said, now mixing pancake batter. The smell of bacon filled the air so Jimin assumed he’d already put it in the oven. “That’s why I acted the way that I did toward you yesterday. I’m sorry, again. It’s just that it’s been my job to protect them all these years and I know Kamryn. She’s soft as a marshmallow and can be very gullible at times. As her big brother figure, I must admit, I was leary of you. But that’s my job, right?”

“I get it,” Jimin said, trying to change his perspective. His jaw tightened as he recalled how disrespectful Taehyung had been yesterday—and how deeply it had affected him. His grip on the knife handle mirrored the tension. But the man had apologized several times and he wasn't acting abrasively anymore.

“Please don’t take it personally. It’s not you, bro. I would have acted the same way, no matter who she brought home.” He paused for a moment. “She’s a good girl.”

“Yeah. Yeah, she is.”

Dangerous.

Jimin heard the word as Kamryn likely forgot to shield that thought. Was she referring to him? Is that what Mariah thinks of him?

“The pancakes are almost done. I’m glad they have this griddle so that I can make six at a time. It would usually take me twenty minutes to make this many in a single pan.”

Taehyung’s voice jolted Jimin out of his thoughts and he noticed he’d froze. He started cutting the fruit again and agreed with the man, though he’d only ever had to make single servings of food. He couldn’t relate.

He heard the door open from down the hall and the two women emerged from around the corner seconds later.

“Hey! I wasn’t able to speak to you earlier with everything going on.” Mariah made a b-line toward Jimin. He scanned her to see that her smile was genuine which relaxed him. Kamryn walked by, palming his cheek as she passed.

“All good. I understand. Are you okay though?” Jimin was surprisingly–sincerely–concerned but had to resist his urge to watch Kam walk away.

The two continued their conversation as Kamryn went over to fuck with Taehyung.

“And it better taste good, the way you in here looking all focused like you’re doing something,” she said. “And your bacon smells like it’s burnt.”

“Kamryn, don't come in here with that shit. Take your ass on. Go help your man with the fruit.” She laughed at his reaction, loving to get under his skin.

🩷My man?

She didn’t correct him.

“You feeling better,” she asked quietly.

“Yeah, I am, thanks. And thank you for whatever you said to her. She looks much better now.”

“Of course. That’s our girl.” 

After breakfast, the girls volunteered to clean the kitchen since the guys prepared the food. Mariah was elbow deep in the dishwater when Taehyung came to place a kiss into her hair, her forehead, then her lips.

“That’s one of the suits you keep here for emergencies,” she said, taking in his appearance.

“Yeah, I’m not going to have time to stop by my place. You know dad runs a tight ship and doesn't play that late shit.”

Jimin sat at the table, overhearing this conversation. He knew that Taehyung and President Kim shared a last name, but his father?

“Oh, ok. Well, have a great day, baby. Tell my father-in-law I said hello.”

“You know I will,” he said, stealing one more kiss and saying his goodbyes to Kamryn and Jimin before heading out the door.

“Have a seat. I can wipe the countertops down,” Jimin offered Kamryn to which she declined, of course.

“I’m okay.”

“Alright.” He couldn’t help it as his eyes roamed her body, loving the way her pajamas rode the curves of her body, her ass phat as fuck in those little shorts. She wasn’t wearing a bra—he could tell by the way they moved, heavy and unrestrained with every swipe of the cloth across the marble. “What do you have going on today?” 

She looked over her shoulder at the clock shining on the microwave display that read 7:11.

“I have a shoot at 10:00 then a few more this afternoon. What about you?”

“Nothing major. I need to clean my place and my car. Want me to clean yours too?”

“Please! Her room is spotless but that damn car– I have to move shit out the seat before I can even get in it,” Mariah chimed in.

“Girl–” Kamryn was honestly shocked at her friend’s honesty.

“You know I ain’t lying. It’s a shame to have such a nice car and–”

“And what?” Jimin asked, amused at their banter.

“Mariah? What is it? What do you see?”

Jimin looked up to see Mariah frozen in place, as if she was glitching, just staring into the abyss.

“The police are coming to get my statement,” she said, unbothered, as she rinsed her hands with water and dried them on the dish towel. She made herself another cup of coffee and calmly went to sit on the sofa.

💙What the fuck?

Jimin looked at Kamryn for answers to what he’d just witnessed but she was the complete opposite of Mariah. She was terrified, looking at Jimin, frantically searching his face.

🩷You can’t be here. You need to leave! What if they want to arrest you for Jameel’s death? Micah’s?!

💙Baby, please calm down. Everything is going to be okay. There’s no way they can tie me to either crime. I promise. Why don’t you finish the dishes or go to your room until they leave? You’re shaking like a leaf.

🩷And not just that—Jimin, Mariah knows.

💙 Mariah knows what?

🩷What you are. She can see things, hear things–sometimes, she just knows things with no prior information. That’s how she knows the cops are coming.

He glanced up and noticed that Mariah was staring at Kamryn as if she just confirmed something. Could she be on to him? Onto them both? Dangerous. The word replayed in Jimin’s mind.

Three short taps sounded at the front door, startling Kamryn even more. Jimin quickly guided her to the sink and helped her put the gloves on just as the officers walked inside.

“Have a seat. Would you guys like anything to drink? Water? Coffee?”

“No, thank you,” the men said in unison. Mariah went back to sit where she was previously seated to sip more of her coffee.

“Well, Miss Bailey, we have to stop meeting this way,” one of the officers said. He didn’t come off flirtatiously, only seeming to try to break the ice. But there was no ice to break. Mariah was chilling. Not a hint of anxiousness came from her.

“I know right? This month has been crazy,” she said with a chuckle. Jimin watched as Kamryn nearly dropped the mug she was cleaning.

💙My poor baby. It’s okay. It’s okay.

Jimin felt bad for putting her in this position, hated that she was so anxious and on edge because of something he’d done. Gently, he kneaded their bond, trying to soothe her. He watched as her shoulders eased to fall away from her ears. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and allowing her head to fall back, as if enjoying his effort.

🩷Thank you.

She didn’t turn to look at him, but he caught the soft curve of her smile from where he stood. He decided then and there her smile was his favorite thing in the world and was sure he’d never get tired of seeing it.

“I’m sure it’s been rough for you guys. Well, as I stated at the door, Officer Jung and I are just here to get your statement. We want to know what happened when you encountered Jameel Clark last night.”

Mariah gave the officers the details they needed, open and honest about everything, even down to the reasons she opted to not have an ambulance come to the club. The officer scribbled down important details on his pad as he listened intently.

“I called my friends when I started to feel bad,” she paused, gesturing at Kamryn and Jimin, “and they came to help me.”

She stopped there. After being so open and honest, why didn’t she mention that Jimin had left before Taehyung even got there? That he didn’t leave with them. Was she trying to protect him?

“Thank you so much for your time. Here is my card again. We may need to reach out if we have additional questions and please, feel free to reach out if you need us.”

“Of course,” Mariah said as she took the card from Officer Min.

“Miss Graham. Mr. Park,” he said as he stood, his way of saying goodbye.

In an attempt to further ease Kamryn, Jimin went into the living room to shake the officers’ hands, knowing that he would be able to get more information from the innocent touch.

“Thank you guys for all that you do,” he said with a smile. The moment his hand connected with Officer Min’s, information pertaining to Colin’s case flashed into his mind. Now, he had names, addresses, and the faces of the fuckers that took part in his and Jameel’s sex ring. Files from encrypted drives. Videos. Everything he needed to create a list of his next victims and the list would be long. His smile never faltered while shaking the officer’s hand, but the reason behind it had shifted. He was excited knowing it would take him a while to work through all of the names. Before he showed the men to the door, he greeted officer Jung next, but no important information came through. But what he got from Min was more than enough.

“Are you okay, Mariah?” Kamryn called out to her friend, finally ridding herself of the gloves to join her and Jimin in the living room.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Are you, though?”

“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Bitch, I saw you in there shaking like booty meat. You got so nervous when I mentioned the cops were coming.” She looked between Kamryn and Jimin. “Spill it. You already know if you don’t tell me, my spirit team will. So start talking.”

[lemedstudent2021]

KINDREEED I'M SCAAARED

I WANT TO DO THIS ART THING WHERE MERCH DESIGN FOR JANANI K. JHA (APHRODITEEEEE) BUUUUT I ALSO HAVE A BIG BIG EXTRACURRICULAR FINAL EXAM IN 9 DAYS

9 DAYS

MY PARENTS WON'T LET ME DO IT IF I FAIL

I'VE FORGOTTEN EVERYTHING I'M GOING TO CRYYYYYY

DO YOU HAVE ANY GOOD STUDYING TECHNIQUES???

I FORGOT EVERYTHING-THE TEACHER DIDN'T EXPLAIN IT ALL VERY WELL-AND MY NOTES HAVE VANISHED

-NYX T-T

WOAH OMG OKAY! IM HOLDING UR HAND LETS DO THIS:

i have no idea what it is ur studying (like if its memorisation heavy or practice heavy, history vs maths for example) but i can advise u as follows:

start with bismillah!! u got this inshallah >:D

aight first were going to get ur calendar and study material out and plan: if i understood right ur test is on day 9 so u have 8 to study? (ill go with that just in case u plan according to what u have):-

in those 8 days how much stuff (topics/ chapters) do u need to cover? some parts may be longer/ harder than others and might need extra time, dont forget to take that into account! take bio example; id study a topic a day (one for mitosis, the next for cellular respiration, etc. but if ur tight on time group similar stuff together) and solve questions to help the ideas stick *and* make sure ive gotten everything down; if i forgor something or found a question particularly hard its an indication to go reread and study further that area specifically.

plan realistically and play to your strengths; start with what will be the easiest for you. for example i loved molecular bio (cell stuff) and left ecology till last, but that might be just me lol. anyway you know best what works for u so go for it!!

if u have school atm take a break after getting home to switch between school and studies, keep taking breaks to stay sane (preferrably after milestones), drink plenty of water and dont lose sleep!! very rich coming from me i know lol but u must sleep. or else ill haunt u :3

breaks btw can be getting up to pray, doing a random chore, eating a snack or having a meal with family, regardless i advise getting up and moving to really freshen ur mind! daydreaming also works lol

assuming u have a book/ reference material; id say look at the objectives before every lesson, usually thats what teachers focus on because thems the objectives lol. its a place to start

next, again this depends on what ur studying, but i cant sing enough praises for mind maps & mnemonics. life savers fr:

the idea is to start with the bigger picture; what is this lesson about? what are we learning here? (more bio: if im studying the humble cell i first need to know the kinds of cells, whats in them, how they do what they do. this is ur first mind map thingy: to arrange ur thoughts) and then continue to work your way with the details, seeing if you can come up with words phrases imagery etc to help remember stuff. (so for example making a lil mind map of each organelle and its functions) plenty of stuff exists online too btw!! look for resources and maybe ask classmates if yall have a group or sum. khan academy has saved me many a time back in the day, so did crash course lol. the internet can be a godsend sometimes

now me, kindred, personally, i memorise via writing. if i want anything to stick i keep writing till it does (even quran!), so as i make notes and summarise the way my brain works is that ill start making connections to help me remember stuff bc my memory isnt the best and brute memorisation is a crime. anywya.

literally from todays test: to help me remember the type of mutation (deletion of 1p & 19q) associated with a type of tumor (oligodendroglioma) i make the connection delete and go from oligo. its simple but thats what sticks when im in the exam lol another one i remember form 2 years ago almost is MACE (yk the medieval weapon) is short for a bunch of antibiotics: macrolides = azithro- clarithro- and erythomycin. i forgor everything else about them lmao but the point is this is how i remember stuff. silly little acronyms and mnemonics go a long long way for me

cant stress this enough; make studying enjoyable for urself (yes im serious) try to have a lil milestone sheet or something in mind for finishing topics or days at a time to keep u going and motivated

my gremlin brain needs this or else nothing will get done lol. i doodle on my lecture notes (as yall are all too familiar with lmao) to help get the wiggles out and stay focused, but when im actually done for the day i allow myself a lil research break, teleport to tumblr, microwave the blorbos for a bit etc.

in this case maybe u can plan out the art u want to make; first break plan the art, next one find references, third break make a first draft etc. u know urself and ur habits better than anyone so work with and not against them!!

tl;dr: make a plan -> stick to the plan -> always deliver.

this was significantly funnier in my head aha.

[antithetical-anti-hero]

Fortnight

A gaylor analysis

*I do not claim to know Taylor or her sexuality, I just find her music fascinating through a queer lense.*

I was supposed to be sent away

But they forgot to come and get me

(Starting off with an immediate insane asylum reference. Why did they forget her, and why was she being sent away? What made her “crazy” and why did people forget it? Did they forget, not notice? It’s also notable to me that in the music video she is *in* the asylum. They didn’t forget to come get her, at least not if it’s an asylum we’re talking about. She also addresses time the asylum as a reference to fame in “Who’s Afraid of Little old Me.” So, is the asylum fame here as well? So perhaps it’s not the asylum she’s going to be sent to- where else could she be sent away? In what other contexts are people “sent away?” Whatever the metephor, it’s clear that Taylor does not feel in control of what happens to her and she feels left behind in some sense.)

I was a functioning alcoholic

Till nobody noticed my new aesthetic

(Was the new aesthetic her rainbow lover summer? Or maybe her tortured poet aesthetic, no one noticed her suffering.)

All of this to say I hope you're okay

But you're the reason

And no one here's to blame

But what about your quiet treason?

(She doesn’t wish ill upon this muse, they’re not to blame, but they did betray her in some way. It was quiet -subtle maybe, undetected by the public. )

And for a fortnight there, we were forever

(For two weeks, they seemed forever. The fact that she uses the word fortnight could certainly imply her muse is British, it could also be a misdirection. It could also be their special two weeks took place in the UK. Many locations in the UK are of clear importance to Taylor- she bought a mansion in London AFTER her breakup with Joe, and she also had a picture of Cardiff Bay, Wales in her cleaning cart. Perhaps she is remembering a specific magical 2 weeks with a muse abroad.)

Run into you sometimes, ask about the weather

(Her and her muse may “run into each other sometimes” but now they act as if nothing has happened between them, they keep things shallow and casual)

Now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbors

(Her and her muse may still live close. This could also be a metaphor for her muse attending her show. They act friendly and civil but not like two people who’ve shared a romantic relationship. )

Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her

(Her muse has a partner, who her muse lives an ordinary civil romantic life with. Watering flowers implies nurturing something, growth- maybe kids, maybe the muses’ spouse is just making things beautiful for the muse. Regardless, Taylor is extremely jealous.)

All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February

(I’m stuck in a dreary endless cycle of dull)

I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary

(I tried to escape my feelings with drugs and/or fame, it only worked short term)

And I love you, it's ruining my life

(I love you, it's ruining my life)

(Why is is ruining her life??? Because they can’t be together and that’s painful? Or does it run even deeper than that? Could Taylor’s love for this person ruin her image? Could it even endanger her?)

I touched you for only a fortnight

(I touched you) but I touched you

(They were only able to be together for a short time, but it was real. She felt it.)

And for a fortnight there, we were forever

Run into you sometimes, ask about the weather

Now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbors

Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her

And for a fortnight there, we were together

Run into you sometimes, comment on my sweater

(More establishing that she and the muse are civil- I also think it’s interesting she’s drawing attention to her clothes. Is the sweater a cardigan? Maybe a stretch, but I think it’s worth analyzing every word as deliberate. What does the muse notice about the sweater?)

Now you're at the mailbox, turned into good neighbors

My husband is cheating, I wanna kill him

(To me, the obvious interpretation of this line would imply that she was still with Joe and this song is about a relationship she had with Matty a long time ago. This was definitely the story the media circulated when they started dating after her and Joe broke up. However, I have a few oppositions to this interpretation. Firstly, Matty insisted vehemently back in the day that he and Taylor never dated. So either he was lying then or they were lying more recently, either is possible but I personally believe the idea that they ever dated previously was a lie. I also don’t believe that her lyrics support her being in love with Matty throughout her entire relationship with Joe, as this song would seem to imply. You could argue otherwise, but I think even if you believe that Taylor was in love with Matty all along and they dated before and he’s her secret muse- you have to admit there have been lies. Taylor has, undeniably lied to the public about her relationships. And that’s ok! She doesn’t owe us the truth.

Now, my interpretation of this album, based on the prologue, is that it is largely about being caged by fame and caged by bearding relationships of her own design. So I believe this line is about her “husband” being unfaithful because he’s not in love with her. Their relationship is a contract. She doesn’t literally want to kill him, she wants to get rid of him.)

I love you, it's ruining my life

(I love you, it's ruining my life)

I touched you for only a fortnight

(I touched you) I touched you

I love you, it's ruining my life

(I love you, it's ruining my life)

I touched you for only a fortnight

(I touched you) I touched you

Thought of callin' ya, but you won't pick up

(Why won’t they pick up? This also seems to

Indicate the song is NOT about her longing after Matty during her relationship with Joe, because Matty would’ve obviously picked up, since they “rekindled” immediately after the Joe/Tay breakup. This muse is someone she is not on that level with anymore.)

'Nother fortnight lost in America

(Is she in America or her muse? Or are they both?)

Move to Florida, buy the car you want

(…now. I prefer muse free analysis bc Taylor has stated she doesn’t want to be “accused of dating her friends.” But. If you consider a certain someone a possible muse, this line has a double meaning, AND is accurate- you know who DID move to Florida. I do like this analysis the best because I think the play on words: “buy the car you want” vs “by the Kar you want” is really clever.

However, If we want to take the muse flavoring out of the analysis, Taylor references Florida as a place to go to escape, to bury all the bodies. Car could represent means of escape- also think it’s interesting she and Travis started in a getaway car, could the car reference her next bearding relationship? I think whatever you believe the car represents, the point here is escape.)

But it won't start up till you touch, touch, touch me

(Buy whatever you want, but it’s not going to take you anywhere until you can be with who you really wanna be with)

Thought of calling ya, but you won't pick up

'Nother fortnight lost in America

Move to Florida, buy the car you want

But it won't start up till I touch, touch, touch you

(So the muse was speaking when post was singing, Taylor is singing now. They can both move wherever, buy whatever, but it won’t matter until they can be with who they want to be with.)

The gist of the song and this interpretation is that her and her muse both are stuck in time. Neither of them can move on, both of them are in relationships that don’t start up their heart. They can’t escape the magical two weeks they’ve shared. I don’t personally believe the muse is Ratthew Healy, but believe what makes sense to you!

If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading! This was entirely for my own enjoyment.

If you’ve got different alternative, non mainstream interpretations, feel free to share! ✨

[leonenjoyer69]

Invades your inbox

Hihihihi!!! I wanna ask, what are some songs that remind you of J+H :33??? ((/nf))

HELLO!! :33 THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK! THERE ARE SO MANY KVKSKVKSLC

OKAY, SO! First of all, *casually drops my J&H inspired playlist* all the songs I mention are on here, (WHICH ARE ALL SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF JEKYLL AND HYDE (all songs I've been recently obsessed with, someday ill go back in my liked songs lmao) AND SOME REASONS FOR SONGS ARE SUPER SPECIFIC, PLZ DON'T BULLY ME PEOPLE 🙏) so if you mayhaps wanna listen to any of the mentioned songs, they're there :3

BUT, ONTO THE SONGS AND REASONS!

Of course there's all the Will Wood songs from this list I did forever ago, but there are some other Will Wood songs I didn't put on there, like -Ish (which reminds me of Jekyll) and Cicada Days (which is literally University Lanyon and Jekyll)

Onto the various artists!

Pray To God For Your Mother by Dance Gavin Dance- BIG Jekyll song to me. "Dependent on the medicine to keep my colors vivid", " part of me wants to believe that I will not come apart at the seams, that I will learn from the cut when I bleed", "blame it all on the lamest dude, blame it all on the payments due", " didn't think id have to answer for the lies I told myself, at least not so soon" I MEAN CMON

Lights Out by Mindless Self Indulgence- for Hyde, the little adrenaline junkie.

Mr. Doctor Man by Palaye Royale- Jekyll energy, ofc. "Mr doctor man questions his hands, lost his mind, clinically fine, but he found a way to cope, needle in his throat"

Necromancin Dancin by Bear Ghost- Hyde, but instead of it being, ya know, the dead, it's him unleashing the nightmares on Jekyll. "Now we've found it, I'm astounded, every town will be surrounded by a throng of marchin' death, delicious the riches that glisten ahead!" Plus all the dancing references work bc he unleashed them at that party :3

Ghost Town -Revisited- by Trickle- Jekyll, once more. "So sick of this city's disguise, it glowing on the surface but it's drowning in lies", "Is there a reason that I'm wanting to hide when I look into the mirror just to see empty eyes?", "ghost that tried living a tired life, I'm haunted by the memories I buried inside"

Evelyn Evelyn by Evelyn Evelyn- Jekyll and Hyde, another one where basically all the lyrics are spot on lmao, but I will say I see the feminine voice as Jekyll and the Masculine one as Hyde :3

Turn The Lights Off by Tally Hall- Jekyll and Hyde

There's also a lot of Chonny Jash ones! Obviously The Ballad of Dr Jekyll and The Mr Hyde Jive, but also:

A Devil's Tricks- this one is literally just Jekyll and Hyde, idek what else to say lmao. Like, this dude sitting in lowkey self loathing while his mind tells him bad things? Not to mention the accuracy of the lyrics in general. Id list them, but then id just be pasting the whole song 💀

End the Dance- Lanyon and Rachel being the ones caring, and then switches to Jekyll. Once again don't really know what lyrics to throw in lmao

Banana Man- Jekyll and Hyde, with the whole banana thing being Jekyll becoming Hyde. "Forget all your morals and go with the flow, forget about the bad the good is all you know, and forget about the voice that's lying deep inside, the one that's screaming and screeching proclaiming wrong from right" "tomorrow morning on the plane, no banana makes you go insane. Floating back to busy town, no banana makes you want to frown"

Don't Take It Personally- EOUGHKEKOGKD another angsty Jekyll and Lanyon song.. "You can surrender your heart, but it won't be enough, don't take it personally I'm afraid of love" "if the drugs aren't in my system, then what the hell has blurred my vision?" "My wrist and my heart where you kissed pulled apart" "so just keep playing your part, and ill keep calling your bluff, don't take it personally when push comes to shove"

Push- Jekyll, ofc pushing all his friends away. "I see you trying to slowly turn your back on them, the shadow of who you were when back when you felt condemned"

I also have a bunch of other CCCC songs but idk how to explain why my mind thinks they fit, so I'm just gonna list them and idk, some might get brief explanations

Ruler of Everything- Jekyll trying to stop Hyde from going out, then Hyde literally ruining his life.

Dream (Outro to Calamity)- kinda specific to my little "Whole Jekyll" AU (as most of these are to some slight degree)

The Mind Electric- Hyde

Be Born- also Hyde

Light- Jekyll and Hyde

Good Day- Jekyll

Just Apathy- Jekyll, with Hyde as mind

Two Wuv- Jekyll

Greener- once again, Jekyll

Mucka Blucka- Jekyll and Hyde, (and my "Whole" Jekyll)

We're gonna Win- Jekyll and Hyde (except eventually getting along)

There's some on my playlist ik I didn't mention, but I think this should be good for now, LMAO, AGAIN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK GJSKKVKD ILY GUYS 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[thecoffeelorian]

The Anomaly Series, Chapter 5: The Mothers' Touch (Jod Na Nawood x Reader)

A/N: If you’re looking for this show’s “Justice Ending” where the folks in Wim’s neighborhood mace the eff out of the invading pirate horde, knock them out to death like a scene from Jordan Peele’s “Us”, and then let their respective pet dogs and cats feast upon the remains…I’m afraid that this is not the fanfic you’re looking for.

Rather, this is all about the AU that I’ve unofficially dubbed “The Anomalyverse”, one in which a certain Captain has something a bit closer to a kriffing conscience; another thing a bit further away from a (self-) destructive love of riches; and a whole shipload of connecting the dots/having fun with headcanons in between.

Specifically, headcanons such as a distant link to Qui-Gonn Jinn; a destroyed planet; a dead mother; an absent father; and possibly even an ancestral tie to Tak Rennod, for example...so, if there's anybody left out there who also wants to follow these clues to a drastically different conclusion, I would certainly be glad to have you.

As for anybody wondering just where the heck Jod is during the last few chapters...well, he’ll certainly return in Chapter 6. For now, however, I have to build up everything else in order to reach the good parts...so please, stay tuned if you're able! ;)

Chapter Title: The Mothers' Touch

Genre: Drama/Romance.

Extra Tags: Slow Burn; Obvious Canon Divergence; This Is Just An Experiment; Don't Try This At Home; Into The Anomalyverse.

Word Count: 1,514 words.

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Master List: Click Here!

CW: There will be mentions of trespassing, traveling without documents, a character vomiting, references to violence and child endangerment, a second character losing an arm, and a secondary plotline of interviewing child witnesses to a crime...so from this moment forward, reader discretion is advised.

Special Notes: As I have no clue how to even begin to breach the topic of child abuse...let's just do the safe thing and label this as 'Spoilers up to Episode 4'.

As for the planet of Argann, I deliberately recycled it from an old Bad Batch story series rather than using Lanupa as a location. Ya know...because this is my turn in the creativity sandbox, or whatever. ;D

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@hey-x-jude @papa-poutine @lulalovez @robin-hyperfixates @badbatchposts and anybody else who ISN'T ready to stop asking questions about what little we know of this character.

Midday, At Attin.

It’s almost been one rotation since the landing, and the Intensive Care Ward is the next stop on your list so that you can get a little bit more work done before lunchtime arrives. On this same day, however, no thanks to a somewhat unwelcome push for information from the local press...you’ve got to wade your way through them before you can travel anywhere.

Best. Day. EVER.

Of course, they don’t think twice about pelting you with questions as their blasted flashbulbs go off. What is the current condition of the children, where are they now, did they bring any illnesses in with them. Who was the man traveling with them, where is he now, did he bring in any illegal weapons, was he holding them for ransom. In fact, they get so kriffing loud that it’s almost enough to make you want to bend forward and release what’s left of your breakfast all over their fine leather shoes.

Maybe you should do just that, if only to teach the nerfherders a lesson that they will NEVER forget.

Luckily for you, though—if not also for the shoes—Madam Undersecretary’s helping you duck into a waiting hovercar a few minutes later, thus providing you a moment of peace from those pesky reporters. They’ll just have to listen to the sounds of their own voices for a time, and see if they can guess anything by hearsay alone.

As for you and your boss, it should be a relatively short trip as the worst of the morning traffic cleared up about an hour ago, thus significantly lowering the chances of any traffic jams as well as speeder accidents.

A welcome occurrence, to be sure…especially when you remember exactly who it is you’re off to question.

Nevertheless, even if it’s just for a few minutes, your thoughts also shift back to him and how, if at all, he might be adjusting to this new planet. Is he dealing with a harsh difference of time zones right now, for example? What about weather, or gravity, or for all that you know, staying in a place where not everyone’s so eager to cut his throat? You can only imagine what thoughts he might be wrestling with at this moment, even if it’s just because you can’t read his mind and figure it out for yourself.

You can’t exactly fret too much about this, though, because the next thing you know, the doors of At Attin General are rolling into view and you’ve got to put your Work Face back on. Remember, you’re here to get some definitive answers, not lose yourself in a fit of T-Drama sentimentality.

This is how you find yourself standing in the borders of No-Man’s-Land, the two Queens of this territory having accepted the Undersecretary’s request for a meeting hours ahead of time. Both Maree and Garree rise to meet you with the usual offers fitting local hospitality, some tea from the hospital kitchen, a few sweets, and did you have trouble getting here? As the two official guests in this room, it’s almost a rite of protection, and for this, you’re quick to accept the tea but decline the food.

Business practices, after all, were always meant to be conducted on a somewhat fast track.

As for the Princess of this realm, it’s not long at all before the focus is on her again, as both herself and her life monitor are well within reach, and she won’t be going on any more surprise adventures for a while. Today, K.B. has the look of someone who’s been startled one time too many, the lasting anxiety of whatever took place far away from here evident in her body language, even if you can’t see it in her eyes.

Perhaps it’s just as well, though, because if she’s actually one of four witnesses to a crime rather than a mere runaway ship…somebody has to get her to speak up.

“Hey, kiddo…how are you feeling?”

Fara breaks the ice with a check upon the girl’s welfare, a surefire way to loosen up whatever tension there might have been in this room before your arrival.

“Shaky,” K.B. confesses in a whisper, and wastes no time leaning into Maree for some extra comfort. She’ll definitely get everything she needs as of yesterday, though it’s not yet clear when she’ll be discharged.

“I know. You’re going to be okay, though, we’re all here now.”

“Fern’s not…”

In the meantime, she's glancing over your shoulder like any other worried girl, no doubt hoping to get a glimpse of her bestie. You'd most likely do the same if it were you sitting in that bed, though certainly for a few familiar faces of your own.

“...Is she safe? Is she all right?”

“She's in my office, catching up on some schoolwork—”

“—They tried to take her away!”

The admission goes off like a firecracker in this otherwise quiet chamber, and it doesn't fail in making all four of you jolt at once.

“ 'They'? Who's they?”

“The weirdos who tried to take our ship!”

Weirdos. A childish term, but a plural one at that—and a sign that you might soon be getting somewhere.

“What weirdos, K.B.?”

Your datapad is out and primed a short while afterward as well, all the better to record all of the juicy details that Fern may have forgotten to mention—and, given that this witness already has a talent for recalling things a bit better than most folks her age, you’ve got a feeling that you’re on the edge of a breakthrough.

“I counted six of them at the time—I think they were part of Jodwick's old crew—and then they took Fern as a hostage.”

'Jodwick'...? You didn't expect that as a possible name for your stranger, but you also suppose that almost anything is a possibility for a case like this. Just to keep yourself from getting too distracted, though, you've still got to focus better on your notes.

“I see...that must have been very scary for you.”

There's still a bit of corroboration to pursue here, after all, and for that you've got to start hearing a similar story from K.B. in order to better believe Fern's...or if not, to start sniffing after what really took place.

“It was. All we wanted to do was get some coordinates and then take off, and—and they barged in.”

Maree’s stealing a look with Fara now, something you can’t exactly decipher because it’s so quick that you almost miss it. You’ll just have to ask her about this later, though, because you’re far from being finished here.

“Understandable, understandable...now, where exactly was this?”

“Just above Tak Rennod's vault. I—I think the planet was called Argann.”

A potentially dangerous treasure vault and an unfamiliar planet? Oh, but how this poor girl must have gone through it—

“—And you said that these other...people took Fern hostage?”

“They did.”

“How did she escape them?”

K.B. has to stop and think for a moment, a small pause for everyone else in this room during which the arrival of the tea becomes a welcome distraction—yet when she speaks up again, all four of you are certainly paying attention until the end.

“I think—no, I know—that the shadow of a lady appeared.”

“A shadow?”

“I think so. She was dark, dark all over with no eyes or mouth, none of that. Almost like she was made out of it, or something."

“ ‘Made out of shadows, no facial features’...okay. Keep going.”

“Okay, so then—so the lady put her hands together like she was holding something, or gripping it, I don't know—and then she spins around real fast, brings her hands down, and then—”

All four of you give a collective jump.

“The guy holding Fern loses his arm, he falls to the ground and starts howling, she runs back to us, and the next thing we know—”

You jolt in your seat a second time as there's a small, shrill beeping sound letting itself be heard somewhere in the center of the room. Your first instinct, if not also the only real one, is to go straight to K.B.'s side and make good use of that emergency call button. Her augs could easily be acting up again, after all, and for that reason alone, you're sure that no time should be wasted here.

To everyone's surprise, though? K.B.'s waving you off in seconds, her focus landing on the Undersecretary instead.

“It's not me, I’m fine,” she insists, pointing to something around Fara's wrist. “That’s what’s making all the noise.”

Sure enough, before any one of you can start asking questions or else look just as confused as you feel...the beeping is followed by an automated message, and only then do you find yourself feeling as though you're the one going cold.

“Attention. Attention. Security breach at the holding cells; please send back-up immediately.

I repeat, security breach at the holding cells; please send back-up immediately...”

[mythosidhesdollhouse]

Hey folks, sorry for the lack of posts, I've been having a time the past week or so and I'm still working on trying to settle myself down to process it all in the midst of my regular chronic illness woes....but despite it all there are still dolly happenings afoot, so here are a few updates:

Finished Pixie Rose's skirt tonight. Took me awhile to get going on this one since I have no sizing reference other than the doll herself, but after a couple of false starts and frogs we got there in the end. I wanted it to have volume--mission accomplished. I'll start figuring out what to do for the rest of her outfit tomorrow (today...whenever it's light out again).

Rainbow Surprise gang assembled! Blue Skye? Skye Blue? Whateverer we're just going with SKYLER arrived today, not smelling as fresh as I would like (always assume if a seller doesn't specify NON-SMOKING HOME that doll is going to have at least a whiff of cigarettes) but Amethyst/Violet & Rainbow/Amaya are due for a spa day anyway, so I'll just dump them all in the sink together and let the Palmolive wash her past sins away.

The oft-threatened display reset is currently in progress. For now I've just been shifting the dolls that are staying out over here while I pack everyone else up to return to exile in the basement. Hopefully over the course of the next week or so things will start to look less chaotic.

And to conclude--sneak-peak of the future unboxing pile, with more to come (I had cause to do a bit of a celebratory shopping spree and there are MANY things still in transit). Not starting in on these until I'm further along with the reset and associated tidying.

That's all I've got for now. Sure I'm probably forgetting some things but whatever it is can wait til morning--