#☼. ;; ANSWERED. by the human

[wormb0i]

"i hate to admit it, but maybe human earthworm 4 wasn't that bad."

« Really ?! I knew you'd like it ! That was peak cinematography, and the writing was so good. I can't believe they stayed so true to the story with all the twists they added. And that cliffhanger at the end... !!!!! We have to go watch Human Earthworm 5 when it comes out ! OH. Kugisaki ! You need to watch 1, 2 and 3 to get the whole picture ! »

[entirelysein-e]

『 Cupping their cheek 』

☼ synopsis: Soft fluff blurbs of how they react to you cupping their cheeks out of nowhere.

☼ characters: various jjk men

☼ notes: leaving you guys with something short and sweet before a liddol break 🫶

Toji will at first grunt when you cup his cheeks and he might even roll his eyes but upon seeing the sweet smile on your face he won't pull away, eyes closed as he relaxes into the warmth your palms provide. When you trace the scar on his lips with your thumb you can feel his breath relax, allowing you to take care of him.

Gojo will smile brightly when you cup his cheeks, his hands gently resting on top of yours before he makes you squish his cheeks together just to hear your cute laugh. He will cup your cheeks right after, just looking at you with that smug expression before leaning in to kiss you.

Geto will give you the smallest "hm?" possible before relaxing into your hands, thinking you're holding his head still to remove some food from the corner of his lips or to smudge away the lipstick stain you might have left behind on his cheek but he wouldn't mind to stay in this position for a moment longer, feeling held.

Nanami will look at you with a straight face but you can see his eyes soften and his jaw unclench for once. He finds peace within your embrace however small it might be. If you smile at him or tell him to take a deep breath before confessing your love to him he will give you the most precious smile and kissing your palm while thanking you for being his anchor.

Higuruma will smile lazily when your palms touch his cheeks, his own hands cupping your face in return. "And now?" he asks amused and relishes the way you nuzzle against his broad palms before bringing your face closer so he may kiss your forehead before gently kissing your lips.

Yuuta will look at you with the begging puppy eyes, a little "yes, love?" slipping from his lips, wondering if you tried getting his attention and he didn't notice before. When you tell him you just wanted to look at his handsome face he will blush ever so slightly and chuckle, not trying to get away from your gentle hold on his face any time soon.

Choso will give you his full attention when you cup his cheeks, no matter what he was doing previously. He's looking at you like you're the center of the universe and it feels like time is slowing down around you two. His gaze can't help but flicker to your lips, hoping you'll kiss him while holding his face like this.

Sukuna will flinch away but leans back into your palm with an exaggerated huff about how you're lucky that he tolerates you. His face feels warm against your palm and one of his eyebrows remains raised, waiting for an explanation to your antics but your thumb caressing his cheek before your lips grace his are answer enough. He won't pull away for as long as your palms caress his cheeks.

Mahito will nuzzle into your hands like an over excited puppy before gently biting the flesh of your palm just underneath your thumb. "You're a foolish one to do this. But that's why I keep you around," he chuckles, teasing you about the way you willingly put yourself in danger by touching him but he would never harm his most precious human.

Yuuji will give you the big round eyes, his entire attention on you and his body visibly relaxing before leaning into one of your palms, eager for your thumb to caress his cheekbone in the way you always do. The word to describe his gaze would be love struck, utterly in love with you and craving your gentle caress as if this would be the last time he ever gets to feel your love.

Megumi will roll his eyes when you cup his cheeks and his face remains straight, emotions unreadable to you but the way he's not pulling away and his shoulders slowly slouch tells you enough. He's enjoying the moment despite not speaking up - perhaps not wanting to spoil this moment of softness.

Networks: @pixelcafe-network @interstellar-inn @houseofsolisoccasum

[reallchristine]

ENERGY ─ chapter one

pairing: logan howlett x !f!reader

Set during x-men (2000) and X2

warnings: angst, bad grammar?😭, basically the plot of the first movie!!!

-> next chapter

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You were only 15 when Charles found you after the accident, and you’ve only ever stayed with him since.

Once you grew older more students started to appear throughout the school. Which led you to be given a position as the chemistry teacher at the school.

As for being an X-men, that was a different situation. Unlike Jean, Scott, and Ororo. You were scared of the extent of your powers, therefore when Charles asked if you wanted to be a part of the X-men you kindly declined.

Now you sat at your desk in your classroom marking the last of the tests that you handed out earlier today.

You let out a sigh while swiftly checking off one of your student’s answers with a red pen. Suddenly you hear Charles's voice in your head, “Come to my room there’s something we need to discuss.”

You quickly put away the unfinished marked test in your folder as you head to Charles's room. “You wanted to see me?” you ask as you near the door walking in.

You look around seeing that Scott, Ororo, and Jean are already standing there in the room. “-and this is y/n. A teacher at our school for gifted.” Charles says, giving you a welcoming smile which you return.

An unfamiliar man you don’t seem to recognize stands in the middle of the room eyeing you.

You’re confused why Charles decided to call you to be here but you don’t ask, instead you turn to give a friendly smile towards the unfamiliar man. He doesn’t return the smile back and looks to the Professor behind him.

“you’ll be safe here from Magneto,” Charles speaks. “What’s a ‘magneto’?” The man asks. “A very powerful mutant who believes a war is brewing between mutants and the rest of humanity.” Charles continues “-the associate of his that attacked you earlier is called ‘Sabertooth’.”

“Sabertooth?” The man asks. A pause as he then turns to point at Ororo clicking his tongue. “Storm.” He pauses again and looks to Charles, “What do they call you? Wheels?” He lets out a dry laugh and turns towards where you and Scott are standing.

“Cyclops, right?” He spoke, grabbing Scott’s shirt and pulling him towards his face. “You wanna get outta’ my way?” you're shocked at this sudden act and so is Scott, who’s giving a certain look towards the professor.

Charles uses his telepathy on the man. He lets go of Scott’s shirt and turn’s his head to look around the room. Finally, the professor speaks out loud, “I can help you, Logan.”

Before the man could even answer, Charles turns to all of you.“You all can leave now. I will call again when needed.”

Walking out of the room, alongside everyone else. You stopped to talk to Ororo. “What was that all about in there?” You ask her.

She turns to you, “We found him with a girl named Rouge. The professor believes that he’s a part of Magneto's plan.” You give her a look and she continues to explain, “The professor wants your help with what’s going on.”

You stare at her for a moment and blink. “Wait do you mean ‘x-men’ type helping?” Ororo nods, “Charles believes that your energy powers can come to great use.”

“But I told him I felt like I wasn’t ready, which is why I kept declining his offer.” You shook your head while explaining this to her.

“But the professor believes you’re ready! C’mon y/n, you’ve been practicing to control your mutation since the day you met Charles.” You continue to listen.

“Look, just come test it out with us on the next mission, and I promise none of us will bug you about being a part of X-men again.” You stare at her, thinking of the offer.

“Alright, fine. But if something goes wrong-” she cuts you off, “y/n, you’re going to be great. Don’t worry.” She places a hand on your shoulder and gives you a reassuring smile. You nod at her action. “I’ll see you later, m’kay?” She says. “Yeah, okay.” You smile and she waves goodbye heading down the other side of the hall.

you stand there thinking for a few minutes and decide to look for Jean, wanting her guidance with you becoming part of the team and maybe try to ask her about the whole Magneto and Logan situation.

when you enter the lower level of the school and reach the lab, the two metal doors slide open, welcoming you in.

You take a step inside and can see Jean in her lab coat preparing Logan for an x-ray.

Logan turns his head to look at Jean, “I’m sorry.” He spoke. “For what?” She asks, confused. “If I hurt you.” He stated. But before Jean could form a reply Logan turns his head towards you noticing you approaching the two of them.

“Y/n!” Jean says, turning to face you. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt! I didn’t know if you were busy. I’ll just leave you two.” you say embarrassed shifting your eyes to look at Logan who’s already staring at you. “No, it’s fine! What’s wrong?” She asks. Your eyes gaze back to her’s, not wanting to look at Logan’s eyes for too long. You start to explain, “I just wanted to tell you I’m going to be joining you guys for the next mission.”

“That’s great y/n! I’m glad you’re finally coming along with us.” She says as Logan lies there listening to your conversation. “Yeah, but it’s not for certain I’m going to be a part of the team. I’m just testing it out.” You say timidly.

“Oh.” She says. “Still, I’m proud that you’re trying to test it out.” She smiles at you. “Thanks, Jean. I’ll talk to you more after you’re finished.” You say appreciating her words and not wanting to bother her more. “Alright.” She reply’s still smiling at you.

You turn, approaching the big metal doors as they slide open as you walk out of the room. The sound of your heels getting quieter and quieter as you make your way back to your classroom.

Jean goes back to continue to prepare for Logan’s x-ray. “I thought she was already a part of this whole X-Men team thing you guys got going on.” Jean looks at him. “Y/n?” She asks. “Yeah, the girl that just walked in here about 1 minute ago.” He says with a tone.

Jean sighs, “Charles has been trying to get y/n on the team since she got control over her mutation.” She explains, focusing on putting another patch on his chest. “So why isn’t she on it?” Logan asks. She pauses for a moment to look at him. “Because she doesn’t think she’s ready.”

She continues, adding yet another patch but this time on the other side of his chest. “Although her abilities are one of the strongest in our school, and she can control it exceptionally well. Y/n’s incidents from the past get’s in the way of how she sees herself and her mutation.” The conversation goes silent.

Logan looks away from Jean to focus on staring at the ceiling instead. He thinks about what she just said about you and your mutation, and a certain spark of curiosity starts to build.

Jean quickly snaps him out of his thoughts and starts to speak, "Okay, I’m going to put you through the x-ray now.” Logan nods at her words as she puts him through the dome of lights. His head begins to fill with thoughts as he patiently waits for this whole x-ray to be over.

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a/n ──the plot is very much still in the works so I’m not sure how long every update will take but we’ll see😭 I’m planning on trying to post 12 chapters so I hope I can stick by that🫡 ALSO this prob has some grammar mistakes so mb😊

[karinasbaby]

sim jaeyun ❀ ── gold dust & honey.

☼ pairing. fairy!fem!reader x sandman!jake

ִ° ⋆ warnings. lots of supernatural stuff ! fluff !! like a lot of it !!!!!!, both reader & jake are very very tiny like very ���ⁱⁿʸ, lots of petnames, one swear word (sorry), kissing, heeseung and the rest of 02z + pocketz make an appearance !, Jake & yn are very in love and it’s really cute <3

⊹.˚ word count. 5.6k <3

˖ ࣪ . synopsis. in a world filled with hidden supernatural creatures, fairies, dwarves, sandmen, goblins and several others, how does fate bring you and jaeyun together?

⟆ a,note. this is me making up for brighter days inc, this was written spontaneously and in a very short amount of time, enjoy ! <3 quick p.s !! I’m not that familiar with fairy or sandman concepts so this was my own idea of them or atleast this is how I think of them in this story, so i apologise if this doesn’t align with the regular / original belief of how sandmans & fairies are !! pls enjoy :D ♡

♡ — quick note ! this isn’t related to brighter days inc in any way i just wanted to post lighthearted fluff after the heavy angst in brighter days inc to make up for it <3

The echoing tick of the clock resonated in the walls that encapsulated the bedroom, you peeked your head through the lock to peer your eyes over the familiar carpet and the bed, seeking for the sight of your beloved human before returning inside of the closet after making sure none of your gold dust fell onto the floor.

You huffed when the only light given around the dark clothing items was the golden glow from your wings and body, irritation building up inside of your tiny being when the ticking gradually increased in volume with no signs of your human returning.

Surrendering after many hours by plopping down on the wooden floor of the wardrobe, paying no mind to the soft thud that rang through the room or the glitter landing besides you, you sat on the hardened surface, the slow vine of disappointment growing inside of you as you thought that your human was probably caught up in another extra class today.

And the second you closed your eyes, your fay ears caught on the familiar sound of a woman— “heeseung, why are you so late today?” Heeseung’s mom questioned him, the only response tumbling past heeseung’s mouth was an exhausted groan as his muffled voice claimed that miss Kim was questioning his questionable answers on his most recent quiz, you only assumed that he was rubbing his hands all over his face when he answered, a regular habit of his when he’s very tired.

The sound of the doorknob being twisted made your wings flutter before you could even sit up, instantly you were peeking your head through the small lock again and allowing the relief of seeing heeseung’s figure wash down on you, quickly checking if his mother’s figure also walked into the room before finally flying out of the keyhole when you couldn’t spot her and only heard her footsteps gradually fading away.

Heeseung was able to notice your gold dust before he was able to find your small body flying towards him, eyes traced on the glowing dust that decorated his carpet, leading his vision to the door of his closet where you were flying from, the second he was able to make out your glowing body in the dim light of his room he instantly opened his hands for your safe arrival in his hold.

“You’re not being that discreet with your hiding anymore, you know?” He chuckled when you landed in his soft palms, in the blink of an eye you climbed his arm to nuzzle closer into his neck while he gently caressed your back with his index finger, “I missed you!” You beamed around his skin, making his smile widen when he noticed your dust twinkling all over his clothes.

“I missed you too.” He whispered for you, his soft words fanning against your skin when you pulled away to gaze into his doe eyes, exhaustion and fatigue evident all over his gaze as he looked at you with his droopy eyelids. “Rough day?” You asked gently, your fluttering wings aiding you in separating from his fingers and moving towards his fluffy hair, where your tiny hands began to work through his locks and massaged his scalp gently.

Heeseung sighed at your touch, closing his eyes instinctively and almost loosing his footing when his knees almost buckled at the instant relaxation your magical touch granted him, he slowly nodded at your words careful to not move you around while you caressed his skin, “how about taking a nap?” You spoke, moving your body closer to his ear so he would be able to hear you better.

Heeseung sighed before placing his hand on the side of his head, palm facing above and inviting you to jump in and when you did he brought you to his eye level, where you could easily see all the twinkling stars in his gaze, “I think that would be a great idea.” He whispered, awestruck by your mere existence as it has always fascinated him.

He couldn’t believe his luck when you spotted you surrounded by a glowing cocoon of leafs, his eyes widening in disbelief while his feet stopped in his tracks when he realised the oddly glowing ball of leaf began to open up, his head spinning as he questioned reality when a sleepy and fragile you emerged from the small cocoon, a few lavender and rose coloured flower petals wrapped around your tiny body while your wings gently opened up, allowing countless glowing particles to fall beneath you.

His bewilderment increased rapidly when his gaze found yours, an instant invisible string extending from your chest to his pulled him closer to you, neither of you could explain what the sudden push or force was on that fated day, but you both knew that your meeting was written in both of your destinies.

And heeseung couldn’t have been more thankful for stepping out of class late that day and walking past the garden to spot you, as you had been the only person he completely trusted in his life. You were always there to help him to the best of your ability during his difficult days, whether it was by making a stupid human joke or just by decorating his studying table with your glowing dust— your presence significantly changed heeseung’s life in the best way possible.

He couldn’t imagine his life without all the gold dust now.

His gratefulness for the heavens above intensified when you eagerly nodded at his words before flying away from his palm, moving towards his bedside table like you had always done when it was time for him to surrender to slumber that always welcomed him with a warm embrace whenever you were around him.

He motioned for you to close your eyes as his hands reached for his discarded clothes on the bed, smiling endearingly when your face reddened while you covered your face with your hands, only opening them when heeseung plopped down on his bed, the air from his sudden jump fluttering your wings and petals making you glare at him to which he only laughed at.

“You’re so adorable.” He chuckled, his smile deepening as his eyes turned into lovely crescents when your blush deepened, “you should leave for now.” Heeseung spoke, his drowsiness heavy in his tone while his eyelids took longer to open up the more he blinked, “why?” You questioned, eyebrows furrowing as your heart thrummed in your chest, you knew exactly why he was asking you to leave.

“He’ll be here soon, so you have to go.” He nuzzled closer into his pillow, lips pouting against the soft pillowcase as he fought the urge to keep his eyes open longer, “but seungie..” you looked down disappointedly, fiddling with your fingers at the thought of not being able to see your love today, “no buts, sunshine. You have to go.” He replied, finality laced around his slurred words while his eyebrows twitched slightly, indicating his brewing frustration at the thought of you staying here when he was here too.

You knew about heeseung’s protectiveness over you, he preferred for you to only stay in his room, nervous about the reaction of other people to your existence especially when he didn’t know what they would be capable of, heeseung wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if anything was to ever happen to you, especially not when he would be the reason behind it.

So isolating you for the time being from the outside world was the best idea his stressed and anxious mind could come up with, his relief of knowing that your own fairy friends visited you sometimes gave him some sort of peace of mind and whenever the guilt became too much for his weak heart he would accompany you to trips into his garden where he would get mesmerised by your glowing figure passing by him in a blur, your excitement very clearly evident when your golden dust would turn a pretty, sparkling white.

He opened his blurry eyes to the sight of your head that lowered, his heart leaping to his throat when you looked up at him with your eyes begging him to allow you to stay, heeseung quickly shook his head in refusal, you had to understand that he couldn’t allow you to face any possible harm in any way, “no, sunshine. My words are final.” He finished before closing his eyes once again, a hidden smile etching its way onto his face when you huffed adorably and flew away, the only remaining bit of your presence being the gold dust that had a soft tint of crimson in it, expressing your frustration and anger before you sneaked inside of the lock in his drawer.

You decided to sit against the tiny mint box in the corner of the wooden drawer, a bunch of rings and discarded book covers tumbled and brushed against your legs on your way before you sighed in exasperation and laid back on the surface of the box.

How am I supposed to see him now? You wondered, your mood souring further at the realisation that he won’t even know that you’re in here, more used to visiting you next to the window or the wardrobe rather than heeseung’s bedside table. Your only hope suddenly becoming your gold dust that will catch his attention and guide him to the drawer.

You turned to your side, waves of disappointment and sadness crashing down your fairy body making your wings sink further and dim their light against the box, the glow in the drawer decreasing gradually which led you to close your eyes, wonders and thoughts of your love slowly dissipating from your mind..

And before you could get fully indulged in the quietness that filled the drawer along with your sadness, you heard the familiar distant rumble of thunder, a gentle whoosh of wind followed the sound indicating the arrival of the sandman.

Your body shot upwards from the box, sitting up against the object and not moving an inch further, anxious about heeseung spotting you the second you step out.

The wind increased gradually, a soft breeze neither warm or cold— one that felt like an inviting embrace of slumber, of deep deep rest that called to your mind tenderly.

That’s just how gentle he was. His whole presence was a mirror of his heart.

You heard the quiet twinkle that reached your ears easily, his pleasant voice wishing heeseung a peaceful sleep and sweet dreams. You wished and prayed in your heart that his eyes will search for you once heeseung’s closed completely, hoping that he will be able to spot the shimmering dust and locate the drawer.

Closing your eyes with silent pleas to the heavens above, prayers continuing to float up into the sky and pausing when you heard the faint stumbling of foot steps next to you.

Your eyelids shot open before your head turned, welcoming the sight of jaeyun sneaking quietly into the drawer from the keyhole, clad in his regular sandman outfit that consisted of a white button up and white pants, symbolizing an angel in your eyes rather than a sandman.

His fluffy hat and jacket got caught up in a rough piece of wood springing up from the floor of the drawer, slightly ripping through the fabric but jaeyun paid no mind to the ruined material, his features brightening when his eyes spotted you, “my love!” His voice beamed at you.

“My dea—“ you weren’t even given the chance to finish his nickname before he swooped you into his arms, warm embrace overflowing and buzzing with excitement whilst relief and joy rushed through your body at the contact.

“I missed you so much.” He whispered into your hair, arms wrapped around your waist with his fingers patting gently against your skin as if he was making sure that you really were in his hold, he rested his head against yours when you inhaled his comforting scent of rain and faint touches of citrus, nuzzling your nose to his neck the further he snuggled into you.

One of his hands then trailed upwards, gently resting below your jaw as he lifted your face to gaze into your eyes that always seemed to spill with the utmost amount of love and adoration for him, thankfully his eyes mirrored your own completely.

“I missed you too.” You replied quietly, suddenly shy in his hold as you two haven’t been able to float around each other’s companies for some time now, his smile widened at your avoidant eyes, nose scrunching before he allowed a soft laugh to tumble past his plump lips.

His hand trailed down from your jaw to your neck, index and middle fingers grazing your collarbones making you push yourself further against him as you sighed at his sweet touch, the one you missed the most that never failed to leave a trickling trail of fire behind it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to see you again, my precious.” He leaned forward to whisper against your lips, both of your eyes instinctively closing at the close proximity allowing your senses to heighten and to bask in each other’s presence, “it’s only been four days, love.” You whispered back, lips slightly brushing against each other making your heart thunder in your chest.

“That’s too long, way too long darling.” His hand then moved to rest on the back of your neck while the other dropped to grip onto your hip, pulling your body flush against his and finally connecting your lips.

Quiet gasps fell apart from your mouths and remained silent, the contact sent sparks flying around your nerves as if it was the first time you kissed your love, heart hammering against your ribcage in sync with his own like your hearts were confirming each other’s existence, your hand lowered to interlace with his own around your hip while he tilted his head slightly to deepen the kiss.

His tongue teased your bottom lip making you smile against his mouth to which he found torturously endearing, he breathed you in like you were the last air on earth, the only oxygen his lungs desperately searched for while you melted in his embrace further and further, drowning in his presence that allowed you to sink deeper into the undying devotion you carried for him.

And just like that, it was only you two in the world, the tight space of the drawer long forgotten, so was heeseung’s peacefully sleeping body and so was the loud rustling of leaves against the window due to the storm that raged outside seemingly replicating the emotions in your chest.

You pulled away once the burning sensation of your lungs made your head become light, dizziness from both the lack of breath and from jaeyun’s lips searching for yours, head unconsciously leaning and following your movements with his eyes still closed, chasing after your touch when you only chuckled at his needy expression.

Quickly leaning back to peck his lips when you could no longer resist his pouty and slightly swollen lips, you pulled back just in time to see his eyes opening up, the view of his deep brown orbs that contained lifetimes of emotions swirling beautifully in them. Admiration, need, desire, care and tender feelings all decorated his pools like minute specks of stars in the vast wide sky.

Yet the one that stood out the most was his love that dripped like honey from his eyes.

“Can you stay tonight?” You asked in a hushed tone, somewhat expecting disappointment to follow your question yet that annoying cloud of dissatisfaction quickly dispersed when jaeyun smiled widely, “only if you make me tea.” He snickered, eyebrows raising expectantly at your response.

“Your favourite honey tea?” Smiling at the way he nodded his head in an adorable manner when you mentioned his most beloved beverage that he claimed only you knew how to create, stating that it was the special flavour of your gold test that sweetened the tea further than any sugar or honey could.

Before any other word could be exchanged between the two of you, your interlocked hand pulled him with you towards the keyhole of the drawer where the two of you sneaked out this time, careful and quiet to not make any sort of loud noise that could possibly disturb heeseung in his sleep, your wings quickly aided you in floating in front of the drawer as you waited for jaeyun to follow after you.

And when your dear lover popped his head outside of the keyhole with his doe eyes searching for you, the thunder rumbled outside again causing your beloved human to shift in his sleep, the sudden movement of his body caused jaeyun to quickly push himself back inside of the keyhole (bumping his head on the way as well to which you stifled a laugh at when he whined at the pain) while you quickly fled under the drawer in attempt to hide yourself.

Once heeseung’s movements ceased, indicating the safety of the area for you and Jaeyun to move, you hastily soared towards the keyhole and knocked on the piece to gather jaeyun’s attention, he peeked his glossy eyes out first before swiftly pulling out of the keyhole, fine glittery dust that shined in the colour of baby blue fell past his feet and landed against the carpet next to your own golden dust.

You reached your hand towards him once more when small fluffy clouds began to appear around his feet to balance him, your fingers laced once more while your wings fluttered and you both took off towards the window.

The moonlight illuminated your way, guiding the two of you to the small opening of the window to the outside world, your feet finally rested against the window sill where heeseung kept a few of his colorful plants knowing how much you adored flowers, thinking that this would be easier access for you than the garden whenever you felt like sleeping atop a flower petal.

Besides the few plant pots was where a small leaf and wooden table located, two small wooden chairs that were woven with vines and decorated with flowers were placed next to the table, the little glimmering dragon flies rested against the wood next to the tables providing both of you a cozy atmosphere even with the rain pouring a few feet away from you.

“Take a seat, I’ll be right back jaeyunie.” You spoke before separating your hand from his and smiling at the pout that almost instantly appeared on his face at the loss of contact, he looked up at your nodding and smiling face that reassured him which was enough to have him walk towards the chairs and patiently wait for your return with his eyes just trailing behind you and your golden glitter.

You noiselessly moved back inside heeseung’s room from the window, carefully flying towards the drawer and sneaking through the keyhole to find all of your discarded honey and herbs, collecting all the needed items for jaeyun’s tea to your best ability in your arms before peeking outside of the keyhole and soaring outside of the small window opening.

Jaeyun’s face visibly brightened when he spotted your glow returning from the glass window, a familiar ease settling into his bones at the sight of you carefully maneuvering around the plants and smaller tables that were placed on the window sill.

Some of them contained small versions of the larger flower pots with miniature sprouts peeking from around the dirt, while others contained small vases and tubes that were filled with colourful liquids to which Jaeyun assumed were your experimental spells and potions.

You moved towards one of the smaller tables, hands reaching towards a little dark oak box that had carvings and engravings of you and your fairies initials, opening the small piece of wood to allow the sight of the small cups and glasses to enter yours and jaeyun’s vision, glass cups that carried drawings and paintings of your boredom and random sparks of creativity that jaeyun absolutely adored with his whole being.

“I want that one!” He pointed towards the cup in your right hand that was decorated with countless pink and red miniature hearts, one that you painted when you had missed jaeyun heavily during the days when he was too busy to appear in heeseung’s room, coincidentally it also became jaeyun’s favourite cup to drink from without even knowing the story behind it.

Easily feeding further into your destiny and fated thoughts that tied you both to eachother.

“Okay, my love.” You chuckled at his excited tone before placing the two cups on the table and closing the box, unaware of the dopey and stupidly loving smile that painted jaeyun’s face behind you.

The second you started to prepare your tea by boiling the water on a small fire you started with the aid of the fire flies around you two, jaeyun got lost deep in thought, tangled between multiple memories of the two of you.

And his mind pushed him further back into his memory lane, where he was able to remember your first encounter with him that was engraved on the back of his eyelids now with how repetitively it played in front of his eyes.

The sun had just sank behind the horizon and Jaeyun had arrived in heeseung’s room, a new friend that he met a few weeks ago when the sandmen’s assigned rooms and friends were changed, he respected heeseung deeply and was able to tell that he was in the process of formulating a precious friendship that will for sure last a lifetime.

His clouds thickened around the soles of his feet and knees to balance himself above heeseung’s figure beneath him, hand sneaking into his small pouch that was wrapped around his waist, the navy blue fabric that was decorated with smaller yellow stars that were drawn very carefully by his best friend sunghoon, carried small golden particles that encapsulated his dust that he had spent day and night perfecting.

One that heeseung instantly fell in love with as he was able to instantly drift away into slumber the second jaeyun’s soft and gentle fingers poured the dust atop his eyelids, allowing him to experience the sweetest and deepest dreams in his life.

On that memorable day, jaeyun settled back on the bedside table to ensure heeseung’s sleep was successful by following his breathing pattern, one that he luckily memorised on his first day that he got confined between heeseung’s walls that held his captivating drawings and paintings about supernatural beings, once jaeyun’s eyes moved away from heeseung’s chest and onto his drawings, a glittery drawing that seemed to appear as a fairy caught his attention and—

Wait was it glowing?

Jaeyun could recognise the familiar golden glow of fairies from miles away, the warm light that he grew to find an immense amount of comfort and safety in, the sight easily made him get atop his clouds again and drift towards the painting.

Brushing his hand against heeseung’s own brush strokes made an exciting tingly sensation cascade down his spine, jaeyun’s mind rushed at the gentle and feather like flecks that now shined on the tips of his fingers.

And before Jaeyun could take in the painting more and focus on its details, he saw a large and questionable amount of floating gold dust in his peripheral vision, jaeyun was also able to tell that the dust was oddly enough getting bigger, almost as if it was coming closer before— oof!

A sudden quiet crash sounded in heeseung’s room, a blurry collision between two barely visible bodies resulted in a hushed thud on heeseung’s carpet that now carried both the sandman and the fairy, along with the sparkles and dispersed clouds surrounding them in a circle.

Surprisingly, the glitter easily got tousled with the remaining bits of clouds.

“Ouch!” The two creatures yelped in unison when they landed against the floor, one massaged his bottom while the other rubbed her head to console the throbbing ache that began to slowly diffuse.

Before you could lift your head up from the floor that appeared fuzzy in your vision now, jaeyun quickly got up on his own feet, the clouds beneath his figure swiftly dissolving at the sudden spike in his emotions, he anxiously cleared his throat in an attempt to gather enough courage before extending a hand to your figure that still sat on the ground.

And when you lifted your head to meet his own eyes, you felt the rotation in heeseung’s room slow. Out of nowhere the wind that whispered against the windows sounded muffled, heeseung’s shuffling in his bed went unnoticed when your eyes were locked on jaeyun, where thousands of thoughts swirled and swam around his iris, but both of your hearts slowed when the two of you saw way further than anyone else.

A clear pathway to each other’s souls.

“Are you okay?” He asked breathlessly, still under the trance of your presence that seemed to bewitch him entirely, “yeah…” responding with your voice distant, miles further away in a tornado of feelings before jaeyun shook his hand in front of you again which easily pulled you out of the hypnotic state he seemed to have on you.

The second your fingers interlaced his own, a sudden rush of electricity blasted against your nerves, sparks of excitement with bright glows that challenged your golden dust clouded your locked hands, you were able to feel all of these signs of the universe that stated your meeting with your soulmate, you were sure jaeyun felt it too.

The charming smile that spread across his face while his eyes poured love and adoration confirmed all of your thoughts.

God you two were so in love from the first second.

The quiet thud of the cup of tea in front of jaeyun popped his little daydream bubble and brought him back to reality, he smiled when he saw you taking your seat in front of him with your own cup filled with the hot beverage while you looked at him with your eyes mirroring his own fond ones.

Jaeyun was convinced that you had other kinds of superpowers besides being a fairy, one that had to involve enchanting him entirely and wrapping him tightly around your pinky finger, one that had to explain the reason why he could feel lightness spreading in his chest, extending along his body till the tips of his toes and his fingers.

“Is it good?” You questioned after having your own sip of your tea, expectancy laced your tone as if Jaeyun wasn’t going to have thee most delicious beverage to ever coat his tongue in a few seconds, god you didn’t even know how perfect you were.

He nodded to your own words without even paying any mind to the fact that he hadn’t even tasted the tea, making your eyebrows furrow but before you could say anything else, he spoke. “Did you know that sandmen exist because of fairies?” You hummed in confusion to his words to which he smiled at.

“The first sandman… was deeply in love with a fairy.” He began, his voice distant as if he was reminiscing the memory of his first love himself, the sight of him getting lost in his own thoughts at the idea of his own words were enough to have you blushing, cheeks tinted even with the cold air of the rain around you both.

“One night, his fairy had fallen asleep before him.” He swirled the hot liquid in his cup, “so he stared at her twitching wings that dripped with her dust as she dreamt.” You nodded along to his words, immersing yourself in the story as much as your lover has, especially since it seemed like a reflection of the two of you.

“What happened then?” You piqued making jaeyun hum before breathing in softly to continue, his eyes remained stuck on the moving tea that shined with your golden dust beneath the fireflies, “he decided to try something to hopefully put himself to sleep.” One of his hands snaked on the table to toy with your fingers before interlacing your pinky fingers.

“He picked up some of the magical dust from the bedsheets, they glowed a soft blue indicating that his fairy was in a deep sleep.” His voice picked up in pitch as he neared the point of his story, the smile that never faltered from his face stretched further while his fingers now grew restless against yours as you nodded along to urge him to finish.

“And he placed it on his eyelids.” He chuckled, the story now sounding adorably funny as it tumbled past his lips, the old story of how his own creation came to life seemed laugh worthy for him now, as the love in the story strangely resembled the one he held in his heart for you now.

You chuckled at the story, lowering your eyes shyly at the loving ending that also reminded you of your lover who sat in front of you, seemingly too busy interlocking his hand with yours atop the wooden table.

“Strange story of your beginning.” You spoke, eyes now trailing to the gold that continuously twisted in circular motions in the cup, “very. and it’s all thanks to you. ” He replied, his other hand reaching to grasp onto the cup and bring the rim between his plump lips.

“Seems like our kind have always been destined to one another.” He voiced out all the thoughts and theories that spiralled in your brain, confirming all of your suspicions and squishing all of your surprise at his words in a soft gasp that went past your throat, “yeah, always.” You spoke as he began to gulp down the tea.

It was moments like these that you appreciated your late arrival to heeseung’s room which allowed you to bump into the sandman that your whole life revolved around now. Moments where his chestnut hair glowed a breathtaking gold shade that made him appear more magical, where his eyes took the appearance of melted chocolate with stars swirling in them and when his mere smile was able to knock the breath out of your lungs.

“I love you.” You confessed, surprised by your sudden words but not regretting them, not after jaeyun’s beautiful eyes grew in size and his ears reddened. “I love you too, my precious.” He spoke.

And before the two of you could fully immerse yourself in each other’s company, get lost with the smell of rain surrounding the two of your bodies while the fireflies provided you warmth— a little spark appeared next to the window.

Where a small, shining yellow portal opened up to garner both you and jaeyun’s attention when your heads snapped towards the portal that revealed your friend’s exasperated expression, “we’ve been waiting for you two love birds to finish your stupidly cute date for the past hou—“ sunoo got cut off by a hand that quickly wrapped around his mouth before it pulled him slightly back inside of the portal, “take your time, don’t worry about him!” Jungwon popped up behind him to assure you to continue your ‘date’.

Their wings fluttered against one another, while sunoo’s was surrounded with a red glow, jungwon’s had bright pink falling off his wings, an indication of how flustered and embarrassed he was to interrupt your intimate moment with jaeyun, to which the two of you bursted laughing at.

And at the sound of your laughter, both sunoo and jungwon’s dust turned a hot pink colour.

Yet before the two of you could even respond to the fairies that stood stiffly with one leg inside of the portal to fairy land while the other was on the window sill’s surface, jaeyun’s fingers that interlaced yours got yanked out of your hold.

Your head swiftly turned to the sight of jaeyun’s bestfriends pulling his arms and body away from the table, with countless yells and protests being exchanged between the trio while you, sunoo and jungwon only watched in surprise.

“You said you’d be gone for only fifteen minutes you asshole!” Jay yelled, his grip on jaeyun’s arm tightening more as he dragged him towards their own blue portal while Jaeyun fought his hardest to break free from their grip, “it’s been an hour! Do you know how many people we put to sleep instead of you?!” Sunghoon added more fire into the fuel, “you both are acting like I’ve never covered for you!” Jaeyun yelled back.

“I think it’s better that we leave now.” Sunoo suddenly whispered into your ear while jungwon only nodded to his words on the other side of your ear, you shook your head before getting up from your own seat just in time to hear jaeyun’s “I’ll be back soon, baby!” And with that final yell, the blue portal that belonged to the sandmen closed with the final tufts of clouds dispersing behind it.

“You two get going, I’ll follow you.” The pair of fairies nodded before disappearing on the other side of the portal, you hastily moved to place the two empty cups besides the wooden box, walking to the window and fluttering your glowing wings to fly towards heeseung’s sleeping figure, your heart wouldn’t be able to rest well if you were to leave without checking up on heeseung.

“I’ll be back soon.” You whispered before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, careful of not allowing any of your golden dust to land on his face before fleeting back outside the window and disappearing to the other side of the portal that closed up instantly.

Completely missing the quiet tsk that tumbled past heeseung’s smiling lips, you really weren’t discreet with your hiding anymore.

And jaeyun should also change his magical dust formula because this one clearly sucked.

♡ — a,note 2 ! i hope u enjoyed this :D arguably i think this is my most ‘fluffy’ work and i adore it a lot anywho i hope u liked it !! feedback is greatly appreciated :D have a wonderful day / night !! ♡

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Lost in the woods.

☼⚠︎ Yandere! Werewolf x Red Riding Hood! Reader

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a/n: like the new format? i do :) much prettier and organized than before. though, theres only so much that I can do on mobile :(

Darkness: 8/10 “do you need someone to hold your hand?”

TW!!! General Yandere shenanigans, non-con, groping, blood, implied kidnapping around end, mentioned stalking, and potential cannibalism.

Word count: Around 1k.

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“Are you lost, little red riding hood?”

Your knees threaten to buckle down on you as your gaze trails up to the werewolf towering over you, golden eyes darting between both you and your picnic basket. Oh lord, why you? You just wanted to have dinner at your grandmother's house!

He grins at the feeling of your fear, claws scratching at his chin in curiosity. “Now why’re you so frightened?” He barks out an amused laugh. “You knew exactly what was going to happen when you stepped foot into this forest.” But what’re the chances of walking into a werewolf at this time?

Your gaze wanders up to the setting sun, still too early for any werewolves to make their appearance. Fireflies start to swirl around the scenery, flicking their lights off and on as you try to keep your gaze planted on the werewolf, so as to not anger him.

“Now, now, no need to be scared,” A small grumble leaves his throat, but you can’t hear what he said in between his words. “Do I look like I’m going to hurt you?”

Once you don’t answer his question, he sighs deeply. “If I was going to hurt you,” He takes a step closer, forcing you to instinctively clutch your basket closer to your body and take a step back. “I would’ve done so by now, yes?” You wince at the feeling of his claw dragging itself over your jaw, your fingers digging into the handle on your basket as you bite your tongue, trying not to lash out at him for touching you.

“Jumpy, are we?” He chuckles, tail swaying behind him as his ear twitches in curiosity at your reaction. “To be honest, I’ve never seen a human up close. That must be why I’m so enamored by you.”

You finally decide to speak up, gripping your basket tightly as you murmur an excuse to leave, but once you take a step to do so, he blocks your path with a growing growl.

“Why so soon? I’m not hurting you, am I?” He snarls, and you flinch back. “I just want to talk, that's all. What happened to common courtesy for you humans?” You stare down at your basket and suddenly stretch your arms out to offer it to him.

“What? What about your silly basket…?” He growls, staring at the basket, but his eyes soften as he stares at it longer. Does he just want the basket or what?

The werewolf visibly licks his teeth, slobber and drool dripping down the corners of his mouth as he glares at the basket in your hands, smelling the hot food emitting from underneath the plaid patterned fabric.

“What a nice smelling basket you have there.” He growls, poking you in the chest with a claw as your body flinches back. He gives you a toothy grin at your reaction and swipes a claw across your chest, ripping the fabric with ease as you yelp, dropping the basket as you cover your bare chest. “I’m not very interested in that basket you have, though.”

Oh.

“You smell much more tasty,” You try to run, but a swipe of his arm and you’re forced against him, a sob leaving your throat as a claw presses against your adam’s apple. “Then whatever's in that basket there.” He says plainly, pointing at the basket on the ground as he kicks it aside, the contents spilling out onto the woodland floor.

“I could smell you from a mile away, I really could.” Slobber drips down onto your chest, and then you're trying your best to wipe it away with disgust plastered all over your face. “Luckily you took a wrong turn to your grandmother's house.”

What?

“You didn’t notice?” He cooes, two sets of claws dragging along your cheek. “I would’ve thought you noticed that I switched the signs.” Your eyes dart to the trees ahead and above you, fireflies dancing around as light up the scenery. How could you be so stupid? “Though I did get some help from some fairy folk. Perhaps it's your fault for not memorizing the way to her house?”

How does he know that you were visiting her? You choke up a sob as he grins down sadistically at you, showing off his teeth. It doesn’t take a genius to notice the specks of blood splattered in between.

“You visit her often, my dear.” He chuckles. “How could I have not noticed you by now? It's been weeks. Ah,” he sighs, dragging his claw down your leg as he rips more and more fabric, leaving you partly exposed to every watching eye in the forest. “Only now did I get so lucky.” You wince at the crisp feeling of the cold air on your exposed skin.

“You look so tasty…” You gasp and shudder away from him as he brings his face close to yours, taking in your scent as he groans quietly. “I wonder how your insides taste. They must be so sweet, every single one of them." He whispers hungrily, and then you’re suddenly lifted off your feet as your screams fill the air around you, trying to kick him away from you.

“Shut up, or I’ll kill you here; right now.” He snarls, slobber dripping onto your thighs as he brushes his mouth against them, and your cries cease almost immediately. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you stare at the fallen basket, alongside the now dirt covered goodies you had tucked away.

“Will you miss your basket, little red riding hood?” He chuckles. “Don’t worry, I’ll come back for it later.”

“Right after I’ve eaten you, of course. In more ways than one.”

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

a little food for you guys while i work on bigger fics :) fighting between marcus and alex’s fic lol

might introduce an oc from outside of tumblr idk… how do yall feel abt a male yandere barista??? or another werewolf man? :)

[neteyamssyulang]

☼ Heartbreak & Hope ☼

☼ Chapter I ☼ ☼ Next chapter ➛

☼ Pairing: Okul x Fem sarentu reader ☼

☼ Summary: Your mother watches the children while you take your mate to a special spot you found for your date.

☼ Warnings: Mostly fluff, mentions of sibling hate?, I think that is all for this chapter

☼ Word count: 1907 ☼

☼ Translations -> fkio -flamingo like creature, kelku -> na’vi home, Oe rä'ä na nga -> I do not like you, yawntu -> loved one, Tam tam, ayfo lu txäna ‘evengxi -> Ok ok, they are our children, ma’ite -> my daughter, sa’nu -> mom, hì'i tsmukan -> little brother, sa’nok -> mother, yawne -> beloved, kinärung -> sentinel fan.

☼ Tagging: @daydreamer246 @teyamshuman @itchaboi-itchyboy @ikeyniofthetayrangi @aria-tempest @anemonelovesfiction

The quiet wind murmured through the leaves, a soft accompaniment to the chorus of singing fkio. You were snuggled up against your mates chest when your tail was suddenly yanked.

Your eyes immediately snapped open and you sat up looking around. Soft giggles pricked at your ears from outside the kelku, sighing you layed back down on your mates chest,"Your children are up" you mumbled.

Okul stirred slightly before chucking "My children? So when they are bad their mine but when their good they're yours?" They asked groggily, opening their eyes finally.

"Yes" you nodded, burying your face into the crook of Okul's neck while your tail swayed behind you.

Your mate only hummed as one of their hands went to your back rubbing soothing circles along it, while the other reached for your tail, tugging on it making you squeal.

"Oe rä'ä na nga" you mumbled, moving to get off them. Okul raised a hairless eyebrow before flipping you both over, pinning you beneath them. "Is that so yawntu?" They asked, tilting their head.

Huffing you turned your head, refusing to look or speak to your mate. Pouting, Okul leaned down peppering soft kisses along your chest, neck, then up to your face making you giggle "Tam tam, ayfo lu txäna 'evengxi!"

Okul stopped and leaned up just enough to look down at you "And?", your hairless brows furrowed confused "And what?"

"You said you do not like me" they spoke, putting on a fake pout again. You chuckled before answering "Because I do not like you, I love you ma'kul."

Okul smiled, leaning down capturing your lips with theirs in a soft kiss. Unfortunately it was also when your children came back into the tent,"Ewwe!" Haven gagged, shielding her little brothers eyes.

Your mate pulled away from the kiss then stood up, turning towards your children "It is not ew ma'ite" they spoke softly. "Come come, your sa'nu and I need to get you and your hì'i tsmukan ready for your grandmother."

Haven and Makeyo lit up at the mention of their grandmother, they always loved when she visited. Your mother always brought the best stories and gifts from her traveling, ever since you and her reunited it has been wonderful.

Aha'ri also travels with the clan, not wanting to be away from your mother again. Although, you and her rarely see eachother as she hates that you work with humans. On occasion she will visit but only to see her niece and nephew, not even sparing you a glance.

Your mother has tried to get Aha'ri to speak to you again with little luck, at first you wished your sister would talk to you, wished she would tell you all her adventures of being with the Sarentu and traveling to all these different clans.

Too lost in your own thoughts, you didn't notice Makeyo's chubby hands tugging at your woven top wanting attention. Of course you sat up, taking your son into your arms who immediately snuggled into your bossom yawning.

Your gaze drifted from your son, to your mate and daughter on the other side of the kelku. Okul was fixing up Havens hair, redoing the small bun on the back of her head.

"How long will grandma be staying pom pom?" Haven asked, Okul looked at you for a moment before returning their attention to Haven "She will be staying for a week possibly, right yawne?"

You shook your head "No, grandma will be staying for a month since the annual sarentu moot is taking place in 3 weeks."

Haven's head tilted a bit "What is that sa'nu?", you smiled "I have only heard stories but, the sarentu moot takes place in the circle of songs little ways away from here. There is music, people dance around great fires, the rocks are adorned with colorful rock murals and there's great feasts."

A frown took place on Okul's lips when they saw a single tear fall down your face. Finished with Haven's hair, they moved towards you, opting to sit behind you and pulled you back into their arms gently.

Your daughter looked confused, slowly she made her way towards you, sitting on your lap "What is wrong sa'nu?"

Before you could speak, your mouther burst into the kelku squealing "Where are my darling grandchildren and daughter!" Haven immediately got up from your lap, and ran over to your mother hugging her leg "Grandma!"

Kataru beamed looking down at her granddaughter, she then made her way to you with Haven following behind her and sat down infront of you. She reached over and gently caressed Makeyo's face before pulling away,"Is everything ready ma'Ite?" she asked.

"Yes Sa'nok, everything is ready for you" you spoke softly. Kataru nodded "I am sorry your sister could not come this time, but she'll be at the annual moot if you would like to join this year."

It was tempting but you knew Aha'ri still wouldn't speak to you. She feels betrayed, ever since Mercer shot her she's been wary of humans, especially after Alma's betrayal. Aha'ri also gave up english, only speaking full na'vi whereas you switch between the two.

You shook your head, denying the offer "Sorry Sa'nok, but you can bring Haven and Makeyo to it if you like. It would be good for them to learn more about their Sarentu heritage."

Kataru sighed "I understood ma'ite, and I would be happy for them to come with me."

A few hours pass, You and Okul pack up your ikran for the date you planned out and made sure your mother and children were situated before leaving.

The journey to the spot takes about maybe 3 hours to reach and you weren't even 10 minutes in when Okul spoke "Yawne, you know I love going on flights with you but must we fly to this spot you mentioned? I think maybe a direhorse would be better."

You shook your head laughing "Ma'kul, for this specific spot you need an ikran to reach it. You will be fine."

Two hours into the flight now and you can almost see the spot in the distance. It had become your favorite since it's too high for predators and there's always sweet honey up there. Only problem is that it does get a bit foggy to where it's hard to see, but nevertheless it's remained your favorite spot.

Okul had long passed out behind you, their arms wrapped tightly around your waist to ensure they wouldn't fall off. Perhaps one day your own children would bond with an ikran, they would be the first kame'tire to ever do so.

Finally you both made it ontop Toruk Peak, your ikran Lina screeched as she landed ontop it, waking Okul up in the process.

"Oh? We are here?"They asked, releasing their hold on you while looking around,"Yes yawntu, we are here" you spoke, hopping off Lina and gently breaking tsaheylu with her. The area so far was free of the fog, it was most beautiful indeed.

Ikrans screeched overhead, Lina turned her head to look at you. A silent plea for her to go and play with the other ikrans, not wanting her to be miserable, you helped Okul off her back then unhooked the baskets full of food off her saddle "Go ahead Lina" you patted her neck gently.

Lina took off, flying overhead to join the other ikrans while you led Okul to the beautiful spot you found.

It was a small clearing, a bit close to a tarsu plant. Okul's mouth dropped upon seeing it,"It is incredible yawne, you always manage to find the best spots for our dates."

You giggled before setting the baskets down and helping to lay out the large woven blanket, Okul then picked up the baskets and placed them on the blanket before sitting down beside you.

"What did you make for us this time my love?" You asked, watching as Okul began taking pieces of food, wrapped up in kinärung leaves along with two bowls.

"We have cheesy meat skewers, glazed seeds, chopped fish egg fry, herb roast, and a colorful cake. For drinks I made your favorites, soft herbal tea and fruity tea." They spoke, unwrapping each food in the process along with taking the drinks out.

You were shocked to say the least, when you had asked your mate to prepare the food to take on your date you never expected them to pack so much, much less your favorite."Ma'kul I do not think we can eat all of this"

Okul tilted their head slightly "We do not have to, whatever is left over we can bring back for the children to have."

Nodding in agreement you both started eating, you chose the herb roast while Okul went for the glazed seeds. It was peaceful to say the least, just being up there with your mate, feeling the cool breeze on your skin, the ikrans calling overhead.

"Are you sure you will not join your mother and the children for the moot?" Okul asked, breaking the silence. Sighing you looked down,"Aha'ri will not want me to be there, you know she hates that I work alongside the tawtutes."

Putting down the seeds, Okul reached over and gently pulled you into their lap "It does not matter what your sister wants yawne, it is what you want. And I know you want to go."

Your gaze lifted to meet your mates "Even if I wish to go it would not be the same. It is better if I stay here with you and let mother take the children instead."

Okul went to say something but stopped, they knew not to press on with the matter or else one of two things would happen. One, an argument would break out resulting in you giving them the silent treatment for the rest of the day. And two, you'd keep your distance from Okul, especially at night which means no cuddles.

Instead, they just coiled their tail around your thigh for comfort and took the leaf filled with meat out of your hands, starting to feed you themself.

You graciously accepted each piece of meat, careful to not bite your mates fingers off. Once you were finished, they put the leaf to the side and repositioned you so that now you sat between their legs with your back to their chest.

Soft kisses were peppered along your neck as a way of saying they were still sorry for bringing the topic up, Okul reached over grabbing the herbal tea before bringing it your lips "Drink yawne."

Not wanting to fight, you opened your mouth, drinking the warm earthy flavor tea. It had been one of your favorites ever since you mated with Okul.

Deeming you had enough, Okul moved the drink away, placing it back on the blanket. Still a bit hungry, Okul reached for the cheesy meat skewers, careful to not poke you with it while your head layed back against their chest.

The sun had begun to set by the time you and Okul had packed everything up, hooking the baskets on Linas saddle once more."You sure that's everything?" You asked, making tsaheylu with Lina while hoping onto her back.

"Yes yawne, everything is packed up" Okul replied, seating themselves behind you again. With your signal, Lina took off, flying back towards the hallows.

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🌿 Tangled in Dreams of Light and Shadow — Masterpost

This is a masterpost for my fics, artwork, and ideas in this verse. It will regularly be updated with artwork and new information. Last updated on the 1st of July 2024.

Stranger merely exists as a concept. A functional metaphor for the human conscience. A figment of the imagination, an allegory, a dream—call it what you will, he is not real. Since the day Blackspace spat him out as a clever visualisation of the Dreamer’s guilt, he has known more than anything that he is but a theoretical concept devised with a single goal. An existence he scarcely questions, for it is not within his nature to stray from his purpose. With Omori defeated, Basil is assigned to tending Headspace as its gardener groundskeeper. The Dreamer is rebuilding his dream to be more reflective of reality without being the escape it was meant to be. His purpose was met and the boy he serves may start his journey towards recovery, but when Stranger finds himself not only alive, but banished to the dark realm he was born from, he can’t help but wonder. Why did he persist? Why has the Dreamer allowed him to stay even after his work is done? And if he is nothing more than a theoretical concept, then why can he think? Why can he feel? Hurt? Love? What is he?

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Tangled in Dreams of Light and Shadow is a Stranger-centric exploration of Omori's good ending, and what happens to headspace and its denizens after the final fight with Omori is over. 

Sunny’s creativity is far too pivotal to his identity to simply abandon the fantasy world he has been building for the past four years. Confession or not, his trauma cannot simply vanish overnight, and so neither will the two guides who have brought him to this point in his life. Not only does Omori persist after that final duet, but as a representation of Sunny's conscience and his still-to-be-resolved guilt, so does Stranger. And inexplicably, whenever the two are asleep at the same time, Basil's real-world consciousness seems to join Sunny's in his headspace dreams.

Central stands the philosophical question of what it means to exist, especially when one’s existence is intrinsically subjected to another’s fickle fantasy and nothing about one’s life is real—or should be real in the first place.

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🌿 Characters

This story focuses on Stranger, Sunny, Omori, and Basil.

✷ Stranger

The dark star. The forgotten polaris. The admission of guilt, grievance, and conscience.

No creature on earth has had its path in life carved out more clearly than Stranger. Nameless and faceless, sculpted in approximation of someone who matters—yet never graced to be the one who does. When he finally achieves what he was made to do, the promised end to his miserable theoretical existence is ripped from his weary hands. Even when his final task as a jailer presents itself to him, he finds misery over success. An eternal anomaly, it’s a mystery why anything would ever be so cruel to allow him his existence, yet he persists. Even through exile. Even through death.

No man could ever hope to kill his conscience, but what difference does it make if it lies forgotten in nightmares with a reminder of what it once failed to do? Tormented by questions of purpose and fate, the bitter sting of being neglected and abandoned by his dearest Dreamer bites almost as venomously as the knowledge that he has regressed to his old ways that created the very being he now represses.

One day—if he dares uphold foolish optimism—the Dreamer might remember that there still lives an entity within the darkest recesses of his mind and offer an answer to the existential mystery of Stranger’s sapient nature. 

And if not, Stranger may have to reclaim his role as an unwanted guest in this sickeningly perfect dream.

☼ Sunny

The Dreamer. The wayward lamb. The eternal sun that has blown life into this flourishing world.

Sunny may have forgiven himself and faced the truth, but that doesn't mean that he stops dreaming. All the work that was put into headspace, all these colourful characters and whimsical worlds—he simply can't abandon such a formative creative project, even if it is rooted in a foul darkness. The emotional damage would far outweigh any benefit.

As he navigates his new life in the city, his dreams remain a sanctuary for him to take refuge in. Headspace is disjointed, but his renewed interactions with his friends and his endeavours in therapy help make way for a more mature dream that means to explore his psyche rather than suppress it.

Like he has in the past, blackspace and its denizens were pushed out of headspace, this time not to suppress but to organise for cleanup "when he is ready". He has not been ready for some time, and people are starting to notice. If he wants to get better and avoid falling back into old habits, he will have to unchain his nightmares eventually and find a way to live with them in harmony.

It's a question of whether he's prepared to continue facing himself and learning during this arduous journey.

☾ Omori

The misguiding shepherd. The domineering puppet. The guardian who broke his vow to attain his god-given goal.

Omori was once meant to be a protector—and when he carried out his role with so much precision that it nearly ended his ward, he was instead vanquished and removed from his precious Dreamer’s vicinity. But as Sunny’s trauma cannot vanish overnight, neither could Omori, no matter how deep the coils of the nightmare they tangle him up into may be.

Just as the Dreamer will always dream, Omori will always find his way back to him, regardless of how well he is imprisoned. He does not meet the scorn he expects and is instead extended a hand. In this new world, separate from the Dreamer yet able to follow in his footsteps, Omori is more than a little lost. After having spent so long constantly wary, tasked with maintaining and repairing a volatile dream under constant attack by monsters, this second chance in the form of retirement has him more on edge than it soothes him.

Though he was once the embodiment of a child’s trauma, his physique seems to have begun to change as the Dreamer works through his issues. Stunted as he may be compared to his original, he appears older and wiser with each passing day. He maintains that the Dreamer made a mistake and that he is in grave danger, but everything he learns about his new life seems to contradict his worldview. He is no longer the carapace of that scared little kid who needed someone to keep him safe, now his own person. Worse, he seems weaker, burdened with the harrowing effects of his own post-trauma and his newfound human emotions that torment him every chance they get.

A warden cannot operate without an endangered ward, so Omori may seek out new threats elsewhere when none present themselves.

☘︎ Basil

The flower boy. The tender gardener. The one whose eyes once glowed an eerie red.

From the moment he guided Sunny home and gave him his blessing to tell their friends the truth, it was evident that his bond with his best friend ran deeper than was apparent on the surface. Their joined coma may have been the first time they dreamed together, but it would be far from the last. More and more frequently, Basil finds himself inhabiting a colourful scape when he goes to sleep, and no one can quite explain why or how.

That hasn’t gotten him out of the bad spot he’s been left at since he gouged out Sunny’s eye and drove his shears into his abdomen. Having faced not only the fallout of Mari’s death, but also the aftermath of Sunny’s confession head-on, it will take time for him to come to terms with his actions. Unlike Sunny, he hasn’t managed to forgive himself, and the journey towards accepting his past may be tough. He’s older and wiser now as he navigates his trauma and recovery with Sunny, but that doesn’t change how much he has suffered during those four years.

Still, as the one who chose reality over fantasy, Basil has been given a curative role in headspace. He tends to Sunny’s dream, ensuring that he can’t use it for the wrong purposes again and that he uses it to support his life in the waking world, not avoid it. He has met some odd versions of people he knows, including his own, and this dreamscape is quite puzzling, if not downright terrifying—but he must have been given this opportunity for a reason.

If he supports his friend on his journey towards recovery, maybe that can serve as the atonement he needs to finally redeem himself.

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🌿 Relationships

All of the main four have ties to the others, be they platonic, romantic, or the blazing embers of hostility from whose cinders may yet flourish new bonds. 

The relationship between Sunny and Stranger as creator and creation stands central. The main romantic relationships are Nightshade (Stranger/Omori) and to a lesser degree Sunflower (Sunny/Basil).

This section will be gradually updated as each dynamic gets its art and story

Omori & Stranger

Linked fic — Brittle

To an outsider, one might consider that there is very little love between Omori and Stranger. Gestures and words that mimic love, perhaps, but no actual love. 

Whether what they have is sane or lovely matters very little to either. Despite having once been adversaries, Stranger and Omori are two sides of the same coin, and they were always going to drift together eventually. Even if they still clash frequently. Even if their relationship is more than volatile.

They may not share a traditional relationship, but they treasure what is there. It matters very little how others judge their bond.

Stranger → Omori

Stranger has never hated Omori. He’s been frustrated by him, and he has on many occasions wanted to wring his neck and torment him until he’d let go of the Dreamer. He has faced him as a vessel and eventually an antagonist, yes, but within that complex matrix of feelings he holds for him, hatred has never been one. 

The truth is that Stranger quite adores Omori and can’t help but to dote on him, no matter how often his efforts get rejected.

It has never been Stranger’s purpose to hold feelings or opinions, yet Omori was the first to make him understand that perhaps he came with a defect. His grievances, his fury at the Dreamer, and his desire to see him rise above his weaknesses only ever served to attain his goal. But not what he feels for Omori. It seems to serve no purpose, and yet his soft spot for Omori has been visible from day one.

Stranger’s intrinsic love for the Dreamer seems to have carried over to Omori, but their unique bond’s effect is that Stranger has fallen for him despite all the hard-to-love parts of Omori. And in the end, Stranger is his own person. He has chosen to embrace these feelings as his own, not some disembodied copy foreign to himself.

Their relationship is rocky, in part due to Omori’s purpose, in part due to their past, but being given another chance in headspace has offered them the room to grow closer. You could even say that Stranger is happy with Omori.

Omori → Stranger

To say that Omori hates Stranger is an understatement. To say that Omori loves Stranger is an equal understatement.

Stranger is a conundrum that frustrates Omori. He doesn’t make sense. Omori’s feelings about him don’t make sense. One moment he’s smug that he’s left behind in blackspace, the next he’s crawling through nightmare guck because he’s worried about him. When did he become so weak?

Maybe it has to do with his shifting age, or maybe he deals with Stranger differently now that the threat is gone. Whatever happened, Omori isn't so sure if he's happy with this change.

But he can’t deny that when he lets Stranger in, his life is better. Despite having once been staunch enemies and Stranger having led the Dreamer to his doom, Omori can’t deny that the outcome of closing the distance between them isn’t so bad. So long as Stranger keeps the affection that Omori is very well entitled to coming.

Might still claw out Stranger’s eyes.

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🌿 Links

AO3 series

Brittle (Omori & Stranger)

[discendia]

all the pre-relationship for Dino x Rio x Kyoya :D

Jojoooo! Thank you so much for asking! I'm going for the closest-to-canon approach to answer this. With so many questions, I tried to be brief (and failed, oops). So beware, long post ahead!

《 Ship Questions Redux 》

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જ⁀➴ Dino x Rio x Hibari

I. PRE-RELATIONSHIP

01. How did they first meet?

Since we already know how Dino and Hibari met, I'm skipping that one.

Hibari and Rio. 

They’d come across each other a few times as kids, but never met properly until the first day of middle school. Rio was wandering the corridors after another argument with Takeshi about the joining the baseball club, unaware that she was breaking one of the many rules she hadn’t read yet. Hibari called her out as soon as he saw it. He approached her, tonfa in hand, but lowered it down when she didn’t flinch at all and only smiled at him.

“This is your first and only warning, first year.”

In no time, she realized how lucky she was. Hibari never meant the first warning was only for her, but for all the first years, and he bit to death the next student he caught behaving against his rules.

Dino and Rio.

If you asked Rio, she would say they met the day Dino first arrived in Japan to meet Tsuna, and he would agree with a slightly awkward smile. Just a small detail he's hiding behind it. To be honest, he has no clear recollection of her at that moment, neither during the dinner at Tsuna's place with everyone else, only of a fleeting presence passing by. 

02. What was their first impression of each other?

03. Who felt romantic feelings first?

Even if it took time to realize it was love, Rio was the first one. No, I'm not talking about her middle school crush on Hibari. I could, but it lacked something to be called love.

Love is different: it's sweet when it's reciprocated; but bitter when you find yourself thinking that maybe you're not so happy about your best friend dating Dino, or secretly wishing things won't work between them because you want him to smile at you like before. 

What a disgusting friend you are, Rio!

04. Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Dino wasn't someone who resisted feelings, but explored them when he had the rare possibility to do so. For him, love was never at first sight, but something built over shared time. Dino needed the assurance that his future partner shared his values and looked forward to the same future as him. Therefore, if he saw a mutual interest between someone and him, and the situation allowed it, he always agreed to explore what a relationship with that person could be like and if it would work in the future.

Commitment was what dissuaded Rio from making a move. Just how many times did she try to ignore her feelings when he could name them! First, she couldn't get in the way of Dino and Stella's relationship, and later, seeing Hibari again with the same yet different admiration she felt for him in middle school meant betraying Dino. She just couldn’t!

Fueled by jealousy, Hibari broke into violent outbursts more than once. Fighting was the only way for him to calm down when he couldn’t identify the reason he felt like boiling when he saw Rio and Dino. Yet, when he did, he decided that nothing could stop him, he was free to do as he pleased and take what he wanted.

05. What would their lives be like if they had never met?

Dino tried and tried, waited and waited, as much as he could, to find the one for him. Deep in his heart, he was always a romantic, he also had a duty as a mafia boss and practicality came first. Time ran out. He married the woman he was dating at the moment and had the kids he always wanted. Everything was as it was expected. No more, no less.

Hibari ruled over his territory with an iron hand, no human warmth by his side, only the admiration of the men who followed him since the Disciplinary Committee in Middle School. Yet, he would look at them with disappointment whenever one of them started a relationship or got married. Those chains only kept them from devoting themselves to the protection of order. All of them were failures. Only he remained.

Rio never let go of Takeshi’s hand. No, I lied, she did. She went to a different middle school, hopeful yet heartbroken. The sudden cut of the thread that tied them together didn't have good consequences for any of them. Did they make up? Eventually. Was everything back to the way it was before? Not at all. She never got involved in whatever Takeshi was doing with his new friends, and dedicated herself to the restaurant. It was what she always wanted, wasn't it?

06. What was their "flirting stage" like?

Dino and Rio’s flirting stage was mostly pushed by Reborn, a series of apparently coincidental events orchestrated to throw one into the arms of the other. He knew confidential information he got by being the first one to travel to the future, and saw the political benefits of that union. Why not make it happen in this timeline too? His former student needs someone able to deal with the most pathetic side of him. And it worked, because the moment they're both available, they willingly sought for the other.

The subtle way in which Hibari can be considered to be flirting is him allowing someone to access more personal spheres of his life. To enter his base without waiting for authorization or without previous notice, sometimes even called by him, a cup of tea waiting on the table, birds fluttering in the garden.

Dino had to pay the price with a fight, adrenaline and tension rising with each encounter, that eventually found its way to be released.

Rio had to offer her calmness in exchange, accept the fate that she wouldn't be moving for as long as Namimori’s fiercest predator wanted to rest his head on her lap.

07. How do their friends and family feel about them as a couple?

As far as most of them know, only Dino and Rio are officially a couple, and they're happy for them, except for Tsuyoshi (and Hana at the very beginning). 

He and his “western things are banned in this house” attitude can't accept that Rio is happy with that filthy Italian. He often manifests out loud how he prefers Hibari for his daughter, a strong, traditional Japanese man who'll forever live in Namimori. Little he knows… or is he faking ignorance?

Discovering by accident that Hibari is involved naturally caused the alarms to go off among the group. The Vongola-Cavallone alliance could be in danger for this! Only Takeshi, Romario and Kusakabe knew from the beginning, while the rest, particularly Tsuna and Ryohei, went through a panic phase at the thought of Rio cheating on Dino.

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[tamedstray]

@thoselittledespairs ☼

It still took Vigor by surprise exactly how much the Bailey had become his home. He occasionally has to stop and admire it before moving on to whatever task was at hand, deciding to do just that before wandering into Nox's office in need of a little paperwork. In his search, he spots an envelope upon her desk. Of course, he's never one to deny Nox her privacy, but the letter is addressed to him. His romantic heart begins to race at the mysterious letter. Without another thought, he opens it.

      It doesn't take him long to realise his error. Perhaps he should stop reading, but the wealth of emotion that pours from every word is dragging him deeper into the page. The mere thought of Nox dying is clawing at his chest, but Vigor finds comfort the more than he reads, as dire thoughts soon blossom with love. He's transfixed, unable to look away as he clutches the letter tight in his hands.

      When Nox mentions the many trinkets, his focused gaze parts from the page to admire the array before him. Something tugs at his memory, begging him to imagine a past that only casts empty shadows in his mind. He can feel memories, even as the image slips between his grasp. What he cannot answer, the letter does.

      A selfish thought crosses his mind. Suddenly, Vigor is grateful to be a mere human, hoping to pass before she does. He is torn between the thought of loosing her and all the comfort the letter brings. The letter satisfies his curiosity, at least, if nothing else.

      He cannot help but be amazed by the sheer amount of trust Nox placed upon him. Vigor might have been honest about who he was, but Nox still had every right to deny him the Bailey. After all, he would be grateful just to wash the dishes and clean the floors for the humble privilege of a room and meal. These walls held her spirit, and to simply look upon them each day would warm him if her arms no longer could.

      Vigor cannot hold back the tears that begin to drown his vision. His grip never leaves the page, so he simply blinks the tears away long enough to keep reading. His mind, empty of treasured memories, is soon alight with the image of the cottage. A garden, a family, it's everything. More than anything, it is a reminder of how painfully close they are to having the life they deserve together, they just have to survive a little longer...

      His eyes sting as he begins to skim over the rest, briefly fixing on the mention of secrets. Part habit, part hope, providing a fighting chance to dismantle Irnvar's connections for good.

      Vigor can barely see Nox when she enters. He turns to her, eyes red and wild. Dried tears cling to his cheeks as a fresh one rolls down to his quivering smile. ❝I'm sorry,❞ his voice cracks as he begins to speak, ❝I didn't mean too... I though...I thought it was just something playful. Once I started reading— I couldn't—❞ his voice breaks, stinging his throat as the words pour out. He finally sees how crumpled the letter had become in his hands, gently trying to fix it before folding it and placing it on the table.

      Soon enough, Vigor is marching towards Nox. He whispers his apologies into her neck, feeling the warmth of her embrace as he commits the scent of her perfume to memory.

[runawaymun]

Ohhhh Erestor for like. Everything! But if that’s too much 😅 just for the sleep one? Also glorfindel ;)

Erestor:

☾ - sleep headcanon

He's peredhel, so he sleeps... basically like a human. He needs somewhere between 6-8 hours per night, closes his eyes, and experiences REM.

★ - sad headcanon

I don't have too many of these for Erestor, but I do get sad thinking about, with regards to my headcannon that he was raised among the Haladin, that he basically watched everyone he grew up around die out while he was still pretty "young", and then on top of that-- being "Feanorian" he must have been so ostracized and lonely :(

☆ - happy headcanon

Love the idea of him going to Ost-in-Edhil and being taken under Celebrimbor's wing. I headcannon them as being very close in the second age, bonding over being basically the last of the line, y'know?

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

Erestor never yells when angry. He just gets very, very cold. He's also super calculating and tends not to react to things in the moment, but prefers to plan things out that will come to fruition later.

✿ - Sex headcanon

Sex positive ace :)

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

EXTREMELY tidy. Mess drives him to violence! But he does have the innate human "clutter" thing of collecting objects (books, maps, notebooks, bird feathers mostly). And keeps these all in very orderly collections.

♡ - romantic headcanon

He's not a super romantic type, but if he's fixing your clothes/hair for you or fussing a lot then he probably likes you.

♥ - family headcanon

During the Third Age he lives up in the family's wing in Rivendell (with Glorfindel), and helps raise Arwen and Elladan and Elrohir. He's a huge part of their lives (and a favorite prank target).

☮ - friendship headcanon

He's one of those friends that you always want around because he's not afraid to call you out on your bullshit. He just has a very low tolerance for it. Especially for people who are too hard on themselves (which is why he's so good for Elrond).

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Bird watcher, likes collecting bird feathers and skulls, and is super into architecture.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Mess, sour food, & hates hot weather.

▼ - childhood headcanon

already answered here, but have another one: he didn't have any actual siblings, but he grew up well-liked with a small posse of human friends that he'd run around with as a kid. He was very bossy but like, in the kind of way that makes you want to listen to what he says, and always had strong opinions on what games they should play and how to play them.

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

I'm not sure whether I have one of these due to him being immortal, though I like the idea of him developing a couple gray streaks toward the end of the third age.

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

He doesn't cook a lot, mostly because he can't be bothered. Like, he can, he just doesn't like to & considers it a hassle.

☼ - appearance headcanon

I like to model his face after Lee Joon-Gi :) He looks perfect to me for what I imagine Erestor to look like.

ൠ - random headcanon

Coffee drinker. Where does that coffee come from? I guess the same place that Middle Earth hobbits get their potatoes. 🤷

◉ - Any other question of your choosing

Glorfindel

☾ - sleep headcanon

Blanket hogger. Like obviously elves don't sleep in the way that we do, but he still hates being cold & when he does walk the paths of memory he 'sleeps' like a log.

★ - sad headcanon

Has regular balrog nightmares that he doesn't admit to. He's very macho about the whole balrog/gondolin situation but that shit was genuinely traumatic for him and yeah, he gets nightmares and phantom aches about it.

☆ - happy headcanon

Has a nickname for absolutely everyone. Calls Elrond 'winyamo' (kiddo). :) Elrond calls him 'grandpa'.

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

Ohhhhh he DOES do that sexy noldorin blaze-with-treelight when he's mad.

✿ - Sex headcanon

Very worshipful partner, kind of a horny bastard tbh.

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Messy. He doesn't mean to be, he just tends to leave things around and not put things away -- a bit forgetful like that.

♡ - romantic headcanon

Oh he is a mess when he's around his partner. 10/10 doting, hopeless romantic, pet names, the whole nine yards.

♥ - family headcanon

Also part of the peredhil family unit, plays pranks with the twins, and responsible for teaching all three of the kids pretty much everything they know about swordplay and footwork. It's not that Elrond doesn't train with them, it's just that Glorfindel's the main teacher in that regard.

☮ - friendship headcanon

Actually super good friends with Galadriel & they refer to each other by their Quenya names.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Very fidgety/has trouble sitting still. Tends to pace during meetings.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Adores animals and melts for children. Absolutely can't stand spicy food.

▼ - childhood headcanon

I don't actually have one???? 😭 I have such a hard time imagining Glorfindel as a child actually.

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

Mellows out considerably with age and kind of just wants to retire in a cottage with his husband. Please don't ask him to rule or do any politics. He just wants to settle down.

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Loves to cook. Is very bad at it.

☼ - appearance headcanon

IDK I actually disagree with a lot of general depictions of Glorfindel, mostly because I think they're just a bit too fem? Idk how to explain it but he's a huge kronk-y himbo in my head, and a lot of Glorfindel depictions just don't look right to me.

ൠ - random headcanon

He still doesn't braid his hair back for fights, even though he really should.

◉ - Any other question of your choosing

[reallchristine]

ENERGY ─ chapter three

pairing: logan howlett x !f!reader

Set during x-men (2000) and X2

warnings: angst, bad grammar?😭, basically the plot of the first movie!!!

previous chapter <- -> next chapter

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You tried staying calm at the thought of what Magneto was going to do with Rogue.

Your reflection showing in the mirror of Logan’s bathroom as you stood beside the professor. You don’t need to be psychic to know that Logan’s worried, his expression says it all.

You watch as he splashes his face with cold water and pats his skin dry afterwards, before tossing the towel onto the side aggressively.

You exchange a look with the man beside you before turning to speak to Logan.

“Logan-”

“You said he wanted me.” He said firmly.

There’s a pause before the professor speaks up.

“I made a terrible mistake. His helmet was somehow designed to block my telepathy.” Charle’s averts his eye’s away from Logan, “I couldn’t see what he was after till it was too late.”

Logan stands there for a moment before walking toward’s the door.

“Where are you going?” You question him, confused. “I’m going to find her.” He replies grabbing his leather jacket before heading out.

“How?” The professor ask’s.

“The traditional way: look.” Logan answers walking out of the room as you follow.

“You can’t just do this alone.” You say, trying to catch up with him. “Who’s gonna help me? You? So far, you’ve all done a bang-up job.” He replies with a scoff.

“Then help us. Fight with us.” You tell him, stopping as he turns to face you.

“Fight with you? Join the team? Be an X-man?” He say’s as he continues, “who the hell do you think you are? You’re a mutant. The whole world out there is full of people that hate and fear you and you’re wasting your time trying to protect them.”

You stare him for a moment, clenching your fist’s, before replying, “It’s not a waste of time.”

you take a breath before you continue, “Even though the world hates and fears us, there’s still some good amongst all of that, I know there is,” You look down at your feet as your voice almost gets caught up in your throat, before you look up at him again.

“Which is why they’re worth protecting.”

You take a step closer, trying to find some understanding in his eyes, “You don’t need to be a X-man to fight for something that’s right.”

He scoffs, looking away and shaking his head, “I got better things to do.”

He walks away towards the door of the mansion before turning to face you again, “you know Magneto’s right. There’s a war coming. Are you sure you’re on the right side?”

“At least I’ve chosen a side.” You reply.

Logan doesn’t retort back. Instead, he turns back around, opening the door, but before he could walk out, he’s met with Senator Kelly already at the door, who looks to be out of breath.

“I’m looking for doctor Jean Grey.” The senator say’s gasping for air, before collapsing into Logan’s arms.

──

You now stood in the professors office as an unsettling worried feeling grows in your stomach.

Logan paces the room, while Scott and Jean take a seat on the chair.

“The machine emits radiation that triggers mutation in ordinary human beings.” Charles states to all of you.

“But the mutation is unnatural. Kelly’s body is rejecting it” Jean discusses as she continues “-his cells began to break down immediately.”

“What effect does it have on mutants?” Scott asks, worriedly.

“There appears to be none. But I fear it will harm any normal person exposed to it.” The professor answers shifting his gaze.

Logan stops his pacing, his voice cutting through the room as he speaks, “so what does Magneto want with Rogue?”

“I don’t know.” The professor admits, shaking his head.

Logan only grows more frustrated as he continues to pace across the room again.

“Wait a second,” Scott say’s lifting his head to look at the professor. “You said this machine draws its powers from Magneto, and that it weakened him.”

“Yes,” Charles replies with a hint of realization in his voice. “In fact it nearly killed him.”

Logan’s steps stop, as it all clicks in his mind. “He’s going to transfer his powers to Rogue and use her to power the machine.”

The professors eyes widen, a sense of urgency filling his thoughts as he waste no time to speak.

“Cyclops, you and storm ready the Jet. Jean come with me, I’m going to find Rogue. And Y/n, get yourself and Logan a uniform.”

Usually you would speak up hearing those word’s but, you did promise Ororo you would come along for the next mission.

“Wait a minute,” Scott’s speaks, interfering with what the professor was saying, as well as your thoughts. “He’s not coming with us, is he?” The tone of his voice sounding more irritated than usual.

“Yes.” Charles quickly answers.

Scott turns his head in slight disbelief. “I’m sorry professor but he’ll endanger the mission and-”

“I’m not the one who gave the train station a new sunroof, pal.” Logan says, cutting Scott off.

Scott turns to face him, “No, you were the one who stabbed Rogue through the chest.”

“Scott,” you warn him, the tension in the room rising.

Logan steps closer, quickly shooting back. “Why don’t you take your little mission and stick it up your-”

Before he could finish, Ororo bursts into room. “Senator Kelly is dead,”

you quietly gasp, your hand flying to cover your mouth.

The room is silent.

“I’m going to find her.” The professor says turning his head to Scott, “Settle this.”

Scott nods as the professor leaves the room, Jean following behind him.

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You rush to Cerebro along with Scott and Logan. The metal doors sliding open revealing Jean hunched over Charles on the floor.

Your eyes widen at the sight. “Charles,” you utter; your voice sounding weaker as you crouch beside Jean to help.

The feeling in your stomach only grows bigger when you look at the professor; monitors hooked up to his body as he lays on the table unconscious.

“I’m sorry.” Logan apologizes, staring at you and Scott before turning. You look back to say something only to see that Logan left.

Scott tenses up, only looking at the professor before him as he raises his fist against his chin.

You look at Scott, hesitating before you leave the room to look for Logan.

Stepping out the elevator you see him about to leave the mansion, “Logan,” you call, catching up to him.

“Where are you going?” You ask. Logan stops and faces you, “I was just going to get some air.”

“Oh, okay.” You mutter.

He continues his way outside as you trail behind him. You watch as Logan stops at the step of the mansion, taking a seat on the stairs.

“You following me now?” He speaks, not bothering to turn around. He reaches in his pocket, pulling out a cigar and lighter.

“No,” you shrug, moving to sit beside him. “Just wanted to get some air too.”

He looks at you as you offer a small smile in return. He scoffs, a smug look slightly showing on his face.

You watch as he turns to light his cigar.

“You know Rogue is in my class,” you say, trying to start a conversation.

“Oh, yeah?” He replies, taking a puff of his cigar.

“She’s a sweet girl.” You tell him.

It’s silent for a moment before you speak up again.

“I talked to her before the whole train station and magneto incident.” You tell him.

“About what?” He asks you.

You turn to him and smile, “I told her that we want her here at the mansion, that she deserves to be at this school.”

He stares at you, opening his mouth to speak before Scott comes up behind you two.

“We found something.” Scott says looking at you.

You quickly stand up while Logan puts out his cigar as you both follow Scott back into the mansion.

All of you enter the room, seeing that Ororo and Jean are both already there.

“Magneto is here, Liberty Island.” Scott says as the table contorts into Liberty Island. “Presumably his objective is to mutate the world leaders at the summit on Ellis Island.”

Ororo speaks with her arms crossed as she stares at the map. “He doesn’t know his machine kills, and judging from what the professor saw if Magneto gave Rogue enough power-”

“He could wipe out everyone in New York City.” Jean says in realization, cutting off Ororo.

“All right.” Scott starts. “We can insert here at the George Washington Bridge. Come around the bank, just off of Manhattan, land on the far side of Liberty Island, here.” The map moving as he finishes.

“What about harbor patrol? Radar?” Logan questions, his voice stern.

Scott turns to Logan with a sarcastic smile, “if they have anything that can pick up our jet, they deserve to catch us.”

Logan doesn’t bother to reply, instead he just looks up at him with a straight face.

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an ─ it took me a couple of days to finish this chapter since I’ve just been so busy but I managed😝🙏 anyways mind the mistakes I haven’t gotten the chance to proof read this yet so yeah!! Also my taglist keeps getting messed up so I’ll fix that soon hopefully😭

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Descent Into Madness | Teen Wolf

FANDOM: Teen Wolf

PAIRING: N/A

WORD COUNT: 743

RATING: PG-13

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: N/A

SUMMARY: The fire that decimated the Hale pack - human and werewolf alike - is less than month passed, and Peter is comatose in body but quite conscious in mind. Struggling to recover is bad enough, but his insanity isn’t caused until sheer panic of being abandoned settles into his soul.

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It was quiet; like always. In his mind, Peter wanted to be up moving. The pain, however, forced him still in every aspect. It was dark in his mind, and he was alone. But it wasn't silent. He could hear everything, smell anything in the room or that passed by the door. He only knew two weeks had passed because Laura or Derek had come by daily. His family; what was left of them. He was certain that being all that was left of the pack would help keep them together so they could heal, even though he needed the most time. He hated lying so still, unable to do anything, even though he was screaming at people, he knew they couldn't hear. His body wouldn't answer his commands; why he was in a coma he didn't know. God knew he'd rather be dead right now. "Someone just rip out the IV and let me die." he murmured, begged for the hundredth time that day, his eyes unseeing in the darkness of his coma. He was drawn from his pleas to be killed when he was aware of a presence; the scent all too familiar.

Laura.

The newly coined alpha had been crying; Peter could smell it on her even if she wasn't speaking. The saltiness of tears and the overwhelming scent of sorrow and failure. It dawned on him that something was wrong outside of his hospital bed and he wanted more than anything to sit up and draw the girl into his arms. Laura had always opened the door with a knock and a hello regardless of the ability Peter had to answer her. She was just that kind of person; that kind of wolf. "Laura?" he asked, his mind knowing she wouldn't respond to him. So he waited patiently until at last, the young alpha spoke up.

"Hey Uncle Peter." she breathed, her voice near silent that even Peter could barely hear her. "I know things seem bad; and right now they are. More than anything they are. The house is gone; Derek is shutting down. I...I don't know how to do this."

Peter perked a little, angry when his body wouldn't move towards the pain in her voice. His niece needed him, damn it, why couldn't he respond to her? He listened to her more as she continued a moment later.

"I'm not sure I'm doing the right thing, Peter." Laura confessed. "But right now, this is the only solution I can see to save Derek before I lose everything."

Peter stopped. Everything? Had the doctors told her he wouldn't survive? What bullshit was this? His anger at the humans dimmed when the implications of her words hit him. "No."

Laura's voice cracked into a shaky breath. "Laura, no." Peter said, not even aware that his protests were falling on deaf ears. A panic had set in that made him lose all sense of himself.

"Peter, I have to take Derek and leave. We can't stay here."

The words hurt more than anything he'd felt in the fire. More than the screams he still heard when he could manage to actually sleep. "Damn it, Laura, we don't abandon each other. We need to stay together right now. We'll make it." he half screamed at her, wishing his body would move so he could sit up and shake her out of the reverie of resignation. He would make them pay; every last one of the fools who'd set the flames to cause this much pain to a family of innocent wolves.

"I'm sorry, Peter." Laura breathed, her voice weak as a new wave of tears hit her. The comatose beta heard the sound of the chair as she stood, the faint tap of her shoes as she walked to the door. "I'm so sorry."

"Laura, don't go." Peter begged, unheard through the veil of life and death in which he was suspended.

The door opened, the light creak from the hinge signaling how close he was to losing his family; probably for good.

"No, don't go. Laura, please."

The creak and a click as the door closed; and Laura's scent began to fade.

"LAURA!" The scream echoed in his mind; bouncing off of nonexistent walls as he screamed for her to come back; his eyes opening to stare at a ceiling speckled with dust; a single tear passing from his still body as his cries fell on deaf ears.

[iibonniee]

Coffee Shops - Chapter Two

Pairing: Chae Hyungwon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Rating: G

Word Count: 2.1k

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The human brain is both a blessing and a curse. It allowed you to remember everything, and when those memories were tied with utter embarrassment, one can only hope that that experience wasn’t paired with eyes to see. If that was the case, said person could pray that they would leave the story to go with the passing minutes. After all, who enjoys being the butt of a joke at work?

That was never the case for Y/N.

Her eyes remained firm on the giggling stranger, his smile evident through his creased eyes as he watched her movements. She felt like a show for him. A project to study and then write about. His name was unknown, but whatever his name was, she’d silently curse him and her coworkers, whose grins put her into a corner of embarrassment as their own smiles weren’t covered by the mask this stranger wore.

“Here you are.” Y/N’s voice was small as she handed the male his freshly re-made coffee. She wanted to groan at how his smile was unchanging. “Again, I am so sorry. Please let me know if you need me to pay for anything, clean up, whatever. I can give you my number if you need to contact me.”

She was rambling. Her nerves were eating away at her, and she simply couldn’t shut up. His soft chuckles only seemed to encourage her onslaught of rambling mess.

“Are you asking me out on the job?” The smoothness in his voice was next to criminal. She knew her face was as red as a tomato, and she had prayed with every fiber in her being that the ground would open and swallow her whole. This was simply not happening, not on her first official day.

“No – you seem so nice, but I’m sure you have a girlfriend – or a wife even – I don’t judge. I just meant that I could pay to clean your clothes. Coffee on a white shirt will be so hard to get out, and the reason it’s there is because of me.”

Just shut up, Y/N.

Sealing her lips shut, she noticed how the male’s laughter kicked up tenfold. He was doing this on purpose. Perhaps it was fair that he got a rise from her while sitting there with a coffee-soaked shirt. His brown eyes finally found her own once more, his smile still there as he tilted his head ever so slightly.

“Thanks for the coffee and the great laugh, Y/N. I’ll remember you.” She watched as he shot her a wink, then turned and made his way to the exit. Her eyes widened as she turned to Eun, who watched the whole interaction with a hand-covered mouth. She knew he was seconds away from snapping and laughing. Perhaps even doubling over as he usually did when he found something just too hilarious.

“Don’t start.” She pleaded with her friend, moving to clean up the mess she made from the coffee spill. She didn’t need to hear how he wouldn’t let this situation go. She already knew of the many stories he had told her about the other employees here. He was undoubtedly the one to go to for stories whenever anyone needed them.

“I wouldn’t know where to start, Y/N.” The male giggled as he turned to help the next customer. “I can start with how everyone saw what just happened or how you got more than “One Iced Americano to go, please” from the man who hardly speaks. Did I mention he’s a regular here?”

“How about not starting at all? I was already praying the ground would open and devour me alive the more I rambled. Why didn’t you step in to help? And why would you mention the fact that he’s a regular?”

“I was going to, I truly was, but watching you and how red your face was is my year’s highlight. Not even Gi had me laughing as hard as you did.” Eun grinned at her, satisfied with his own answer and the support of a nodding customer who had witnessed the interaction in full. She groaned, wanting to collapse to the ground and cry.

“Let’s hope he won’t come by again after this. I can’t bear to see his face after I embarrassed myself as much as I did.”

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Six harsh knocks rattled the door of apartment 3D. Y/N didn’t know how many knocks meant “emergency,” and she sure as hell was not planning on embarrassing herself any more than she did at work. But fuck if she had to keep pounding on her friend’s door for the sake of her opening the fucking door, she would.

Eight grueling hours and Eun simply wouldn’t drop the story for a damn second. Not even when a customer who was patiently waiting for their drink of choice would be able to outrun the story. She wanted to quit on the spot, damned if her saving would go to bills and not foolish spending.

“Jesus, is this an emergency?” Aera questioned the second she opened her door. When Y/N’s eyes met Aera’s, relief filled her blood far too quickly to be considered okay.

“Yes, this is an emergency!” Y/N cried, waving her phone in the air to signal that she gave her best friend ten messages of SOS and thirty in pure pity and despair. How could Aera put out such a question when the situation was evidently on the phone her friend held close to her?

The softness of Aera’s couch was pleasant, and she had just hoped it would do her the favor the earth clearly wouldn’t grant her the previous hours. Y/N had kept her eyes on her friend, who fell beside her on the couch and was eager to see what her phone offered her. It made Y/N wonder how much Aera had blown her off in favor of what was present in front of her.

“Aera, did you read any of my messages?” Y/N tried, hope lacing her voice. She needed her best friend to comfort her and to tell her that it wouldn’t happen again. And maybe, just maybe, she had embarrassed herself so much that the nameless masked man would save her the embarrassment even more and pick a new Starbucks to frequent.

“Did I what?” Y/N watched Aera peek from around her phone to her friend, a tiny smile on her grind.

If Y/N knew any better, she knew her friend was surfing the internet in favor of listening to her life problems. This caused Y/N to groan loudly, seemingly ignored by her dearest friend, who immediately switched her attention to her phone.

“My messages? Did you see them? I spilled coffee all over this guy at work, not even a full hour into my shift. The worst thing is he was tall and probably super attractive, too. He wore this white mask and had a hat almost covering his eyes. But I’m not kidding when I say I could see his smile! He even winked at me before he left!” Y/N repeated what she sent in her messages, only to notice once again Aera was focused on her phone. “Aera, please! I’ll start crying on your couch!”

The urgency in her voice was palpable as she desperately attempted to grab her friend’s attention. With a wild look in her eyes and her voice filled with concern, she persistently called out to her friend, desperately trying to make her understand the gravity of the situation. As her friend seemed preoccupied with her own thoughts, the woman became increasingly frantic, her gestures becoming more erratic and emphatic. She knew that time was of the essence, and she needed her friend to fully comprehend the severity of the matter at hand. With each passing second, her heart raced faster, and she could feel the weight of the situation intensify.

When her back fully sunk into the couch, Aera threw her phone down, her attention now entirely on her distressed best friend.

“I was just catching up with your messages. I’m sorry.” Aera spoke sheepishly. Y/N watched as Aera studied her friend’s face, noticing how her emotions changed from bubbly to upset as the hours passed. “If he was joking with you, he doesn’t hold it against you.”

“Aera, Eun wouldn’t drop it. He kept saying that the guy was a regular and never heard his name, not even when asked for a name. He said the guy would avoid answering because “his order is too easy and quick for a name. But today, I got more out of him than he’s ever heard.”.”

Y/N watched Aera think carefully. Her words seemed calculated, carefully picked out as she spoke, “You could’ve spilled coffee on an Idol, you know? Typically, Idols wear the type of look you explained to me when they don’t want to be recognized.”

Aera’s suggestion was something Y/N didn’t want to hear. In truth, it would’ve saved the girl from planning her early trip out. Suppose it was true, and she managed to actually spill an Iced Americano on an Idol. In that case, she’d immediately find her next plane ticket out of the country.

“That’s – that’s not even funny, Aera. Why would an Idol come to this side of town for coffee, anyway?”

“Easy,” Aera answered, “It’s quiet, not a ton of traffic flow, so the chances of them being recognized are slim to none on a good day. And our Starbucks is cute.”

Puffing her cheeks, Y/N had to give her friend that much credit. She had done her fair share of exploring and noted she picked one of the best places to live. It was much quieter than other places she had her eye on, and the Starbucks she worked at was no more than a 15-minute walk from her home.

She closed her eyes, needing a distraction from the day she had.

“What were you looking at?” Y/N questioned, opening her eyes to meet Aera’s, who now had a grin spread across her face.

“Some of my favorite groups are making comebacks soon! Oh – I must get you into some! You aren’t fully my best friend if we aren’t into the same groups!”

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Y/N had to admit a few things. Spending a night with her dear friend Aera was always a treat. Her friend was never one to hold back when it came down to something she was very passionate about. Another would be the confusion she felt when the nameless masked man greeted her. But there he was, a smile evident the moment he spotted her. Her body froze at the entrance as she watched him stand, his phone finding safety in his pocket.

She had a million questions. The main one was why the fuck was he here and smiling at her as if she was his long-lost friend? Exactly how long he had been waiting for her to appear and whether he knew she would be working. Slowly, she moved behind the counter where Eun waited patiently for her, his smile just as bright as the previous day.

“He asked about you. He wanted you to serve his coffee, his usual.” Eun spoke, caring for the customer who came before the nameless man.

Now, that was something Y/N wasn’t expecting. Stepping up to the counter, the man gave her a bright smile seen through the creases of his eyes, his black cap almost covering his eyes fully if it wasn’t for him tilting his head up so she could see it.

“You won’t spill coffee on me again, right?” The male spoke, giving her the money for his coffee.

She had to admit his teasing won him a shy smile, one that seemed to please him. She felt his eyes on her as she made him his coffee.

“I can make no promises. Thankfully, you aren’t wearing white, so if I spill any coffee on you, the stain will be much easier to remove.” She quipped back, her smile full as she focused on the coffee.

She was happy he couldn’t see her full smile. She knew by now his ego was probably far beyond boosted if the previous day’s activities had anything to do with it. She couldn’t begin to wonder what exactly was going through his mind. “I wore black just in case.” His words were smooth as she turned to hand him his coffee. “And not a spill this time. Thank you for the coffee, Miss Barista.”

Once again, his departure was met with a wink. Heat filled her face as she turned to Eun, who met her wide-eyed look with a grin of his own.

“I don’t want to be the one to say it, but I will say it. He was totally flirting with you.”

[ardenssolis]

CHARACTER INFO SHEET

tagged by: @dayrisen, @holyrisen (thank you! //////) tagging: Idk who has done this so TAKE IT

Name: Ramses / Rameses / Ramesses

Name meaning: 'Born of Ra'

Alias: 'Rider'

Ethnicity: Egyptian

THREE HEADCANONS YOU’VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE:

☼ Despite Ozy's pride, he is PRACTICAL. If he feels he cannot do something alone, he has no issues relying on another if necessary. He puts stubbornness aside and focuses, instead, on what needs to be done. If he must work with someone who was a former enemy, then so be it. The only thing is that sometimes he has to be convinced to do so, and it must be because there is absolutely no other course of action left to him but this. Nitocris is an outlier because she is a fellow pharaoh and he respects her a great deal for her sacrifice to the throne.

☼ Although he loves the beauty of the sea, he is not fond of the thought of actually riding a ship on it. The vastness of the ocean is intimidating, even more so when you are far away from shore and all that can be seen for miles upon miles is water. Sailing fascinates him, but he knows for a fact that after the intrigue wears off, the unease will set in and he will hate it.

☼ He has a great love for sheep. They are soft---

THREE THINGS YOUR CHARACTER LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME:

☼ Napping. Ozymandias just really loves to take naps. He sits around on his throne a lot, and during that process, he tends to get sluggish and tired. It’s easy enough for him to perk up when he’s aware that someone is visiting him, however. Being able to just lie back and rest is not something he had really experienced in life because he was constantly kept busy by something or another or had to keep up certain appearances, so he takes advantage of that when he’s summoned. In a sense, he might as well be a cat at that point.

☼ Playing video games. Although video games confuse him, he actually really likes them. It’s so ‘quaint’, and yet, it holds his attention for hours. Ozymandias doesn’t quite understand why this is, but he’s not complaining. Let him play something like Tekken Tag Tournament or Skyrim and wham, the day has gone by.

☼ Reading. There are a vast amount of books out there with a vast amount of stories to tell, and as one who was more or less used to being told things orally, it all fascinates him. He is a big fan of 'the hero's journey' kind of stories. He also likes things with complexity beneath what appears simple on the surface. Political intrigues are always fun for him as well.

SIX PEOPLE YOUR CHARACTER LIKES/LOVES:

Some people in his canon:

☼ Nitocris

☼ Cleopatra

☼ Arash

☼ Nefertari

☼ Gilgamesh (complicated)

☼ Arthur (complicated)

-- Sun related Servants in general pretty much

TWO THINGS YOUR CHARACTER REGRETS:

☼ Ozy doesn't have any big regrets aside from how he wished he could have done more in regards to his rule, but unfortunately, his lifespan was finite like every other human being. If asked if he regrets anything else, you won't get an answer aside from 'no'. Whether that's true or not is left to the imagination.

TWO PHOBIAS YOUR CHARACTER HAS:

☼ He doesn't really have any phobias. Past fears, maybe. Swarming insects do make him somewhat uneasy. This, though, is not enough to freeze him in his tracts or make him feel the gnawing of panic. It's just unpleasant.

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♱ What do they think awaits them after death?

[Nothing.

Wesker thinks that there is nothing on the other side. Even being inside of The Fog really has not altered his feelings on the matter. Despite everything, he regards that place as a sort of "in between" that he is confined within: neither living nor necessarily dead.

Were he to fall in The Void or escape and then die in his own world permanently he believes that the essence of who he is would cease to exist.]

☼ If they had the choice to be immortal with one other person, who would they choose?

[Very verse dependent.

In any verse where he's single then he does not care. He'd likely not pick another person. Or he'd prefer to be alone instead.

In his verses where he has a ship/partner of some sort then he wants them to be with him. So, for example, in the verse where he is in a relationship with Billy @prettytm he would choose him as the other immortal.]

♚ Do they consider themselves to be evil?

[He technically does - but Wesker also see's morality and the concept of good and bad to be very rooted in humanity's attempt to regulate itself. From his perspective it's all subjective and therefore it's pointless and not worth caring about.

It is why he tends to shrug at accusations of being a bad person. He genuinely does not care if people think he's bad. He is above people.]