spookiew ¡ 10 months ago
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When I started bg3 I couldn’t help but wonder which of these characters was going to make me deranged. I had only gleaned a little bit of information from my dashboard but otherwise had no expectations
I honestly should have expected it to be the weird grouchy alien war criminal. It’s painfully in character for me honestly
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heartfullofleeches ¡ 2 years ago
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A reverse human haram with a supernatural reader sounds so cute and dope
(I don't remember names so I apologize in advance)
But like the angel being a human business owner like an antique shop
Baron maybe being a tattoo artist? I feel like it'll fit him
And the reaper could be... Um.. maybe a hacker or something like that? Something that will let him stay inside all day and minimize human interaction.
And there's reader, some kind of a supernatural being, that maybe like going shopping in antiques shops, and getting tattooes... And going on the dark web? 💀
Or maybe the 3 humans already know each other and trying to track down this being for some reason?
Anyway, i just dig the idea:) could be really cute and I also miss those 3 😭
(I Stan librarian Maddox who just draws most of the time and panics when people talk to them)
"Can't one of us just ask them out for coffee? Even in the bizarre scenario they are what you claim, why would this be the best way to go about this?"
"Because your ugly ass would scare them away. Now shut the hell up and Mad give me the next step."
Maddox flips through the pages of the book positioned in their lap, producing a switchblade from their pocket. "All that's left now is a drop of blood from those who wish to form a contract. That's us, I suppose."
Baron, safety be damned, grabs the knife blade first - cupping the warm blood in his hand as he passes it to Alasdair. The shop owner was hesitant, but for the prize at hand he was desperate. He sticks his thumb and gives the knife back to Maddox who does the same.
Baron snorts, blood seeping from his closed fist onto his jeans. "What? Scared of a little nick?"
Alasdair rolls his eyes meanwhile Maddox ignores Baron's remarks as they get into position. What led them all to this situation? Two of them though on equal levels would never be seen together, and the alternative pairs worked as well as water and glue. The binding agent for their group was none other than a visitor shared between their place of business. Those keen eyes that marveled at the antique owner's precious collection of angels. That sweet smile peaking over the librarian's shoulder as they scribbled away behind their desk. The bubbly laughter that gave an ego boost to the tattoo owner and his horrid taste in fashion.
A person capable of bringing these opposites together had to be supernatural in nature, and in a way - you were. Baron discovered this while stalking you to the back alley behind their stores and witnessing you vanish from thin air. Doing more research than he ever had for school projects, Baron reasoned that you had to be a demon. He enlisted the help of Maddox to find a way to get your attention with Alasdair picked up along the way. He was skeptical as any Christian man would be, but since they were using his store for the summoning he had no say.
The trio bring their hands to the center of the circle on the floor and pour the contents onto the piece of your shirt Maddox managed to snip off. They squeeze the tip of their finger as apology and remain the last to pull away as the puddle of bloods turns black and begins to boil. The ground cracks and a skeletal hand reaches through, bones staining in the onyx sludge that creeps up its body creating layers of muscle and flesh. Crawling from the hole, the creature's tongues flicker against the hostile air as smog disburses from its throat. It cracks its jaw as it stands to full height, towering over them all - plucking a bone from its needlepoint fangs.
"That's the last time I try to finish something while being summoned."
Baron speaks up first. "Are... you naked?*
"If I'm not pretending to be a mortal there's no need to put on clothing... Don't I know you all?"
"that's so fucking hot... Ow, bitch!"
Alasdair clears his throat to play off the assault he committed on his peer. "I apologize for our barbaric approach. I'm sure this is as shocking for you as it is for us, but we have gathered here due to a shared interest in winning your heart."
You look around the room. "So.. you all want to date me?"
"Precisely."
"Hell yeah."
"Is that a bad thing?..." The librarian slides their charred notebook at your feet. You pick up the book. What's left of the pages shows you in human form.
"I suppose not. I am bound by contract to whatever your commands are, and if you wish to sell your souls for something like that then so be it. If I'm allowed an opinion, this one has already made a good first impression."
You point your claws beneath Maddox's chin who nearly faints from the contact. Baron's jaw drops to the floor while Alasdair tries, and fails to hold a straight face.
"Come on, Mad you're the last one I thought I'd have to worry about. I thought we were cool!" Baron grabs your arm, eyes bulging out of his sockets at the feel of your harden muscles. "Holy shit.... You said you'd do anything, right?"
"Baron I swear to God if you ask them to crush you with their thighs I'll choke you to death right now."
"I wasn't, chill-.... Their arms would do just fine."
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https-furina ¡ 10 months ago
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"your order is complete!" this order is for @nervocat:
"Thought I'd put in something for your event hehe :33 What about Neuvillette with a small latte and foam? I'm curious to see what you come up with.. 👀 (Sorry if I did anything wrong.. this is actually my first request for anyone 😭😭. I'll also probably read this when I'm back if you're done with it by then, but take your time!!)"
neuvillette + gn!reader | platonic, modern!au | 1.1k words notes. uuuuu nervo... this man would give the best hugs convince me otherwise... this is actually the second time i’ve ever wrote for him <3
thirsty? see our cafĂŠ menu before you order! | order receipts
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throughout your whole life, there has always been only one man by your side. you never seemed to have any qualms with each other, fitting together like slotted puzzle pieces and sometimes your friendship even stood against the tides that was your families bombarding you with "you'd look so good together!" that you would both simply groan and roll your eyes in response to; his older sister furina was exceptionally good at bring this up every time you came over for dinner when you was kids.
as you grew older however the two of you grew in distance, finally entering that adult world you dreamt so much about when you hid together in forts made of blankets and pillows, snacking on your stash of sugar. neuvillette got into law school, making him much busier than you and you'd opted for art school, much more interested in the creation of theatrical props and stages. going to two completely different schools put a halt on how much time you could spend with each other.
it's the middle of winter and finally your schedules have cleared up enough to allow you both to meet under the roof of a local cafĂŠ, the large glass windows slightly steamed due to the temperature difference outside but the warm, golden lights creating the most comforting environment that you would never need to gaze beyond what is around you. the smell of coffee and freshly baked treats is strong and slightly overpowering but nonetheless a welcoming difference from the paints and glue you suffered with daily.
you've always claimed you wasn't heavily attached to your childhood best friend but the moment your eyes catch sight of the tall male entering the building, his long silvery hair tied back in a loose ponytail because it gets in his way - but heaven forbid you suggest he cuts it - and a pair of slim glasses perched on his nose, you raise to your feet so quick you go dizzy for a few seconds. the static wears off to reveal him stood before you, undoing the buttons of his trench coat and unwrapping that familiar scarf from around his neck; ah yes, it's the one you brought him last christmas.
his violet eyes glance at you, a pleasant smile decorating his pale face as he hangs his coat on the back of his chair before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into the fluff of his sweater. he's warm, dressed appropriately for the weather as always and you relax under his touch, your arms looped around his waist and you rest your head against his chest. this hug was very much overdue and with the stress of exams, it's exactly what you both needed.
"have you ordered yet?" his deep voice rumbles suddenly over the sounds of cups clinking and idle chatter. you shake your head in response, reluctantly pulling away from the broad-shouldered male and he lets out a content hum, pulling his wallet out of his coat pocket, "what do you want? my treat today."
a slither of a smile creeps onto your face as you settle back into your chair, unwilling to argue against the male as you tell him your preferred order. there's a mild grin on his face, your order hasn't changed at all since you were younger and you almost wish you could retort sarcastically but he says nothing, leaving to go to the counter. part of you feels willed to follow him, unhappy with the concept of him paying but you knew just how stubborn neuvillette could be, a small sigh escaping your lips as you take the moment to admire the dark oak aesthetic inside the cafĂŠ.
neuvillette returns shortly after holding a tray in his black leather gloved hands, placing it on the table as you flash him a thankful smile. he settles opposite you, unstrapping his aforementioned gloves as you focus on your drink, taking a sip of it happily and closing your eyes for a split second.
"how's law school been treating you?" you find yourself asking him the dreaded question first, your eyes watching how his minorly calloused hands open his bottle of water and you can't help but think he really hasn't changed a bit since you were kids, always much preferring water to any other drink people tried to shove his way. neuvillette almost groans, raising the bottle to his lips as he takes a small sip.
"i have so much material to revise at all times, this is the first time i've been out of my accommodation in a while," he admits with a taut frown pulled onto his face. he was always one to prefer the outdoors, granted the weather had to be nice, "and it is as ever dull outside as some of my lecturers are to listen to."
you can't help but laugh at his words, picturing just how boring law professors must be. perhaps you would fall asleep if you had to listen to their drawl but neuvillette was extremely academic so you imagine that despite this complaint of his, he listens intently in every class just like he did in high school. you have faith he'll pass law school with flying colours.
"what about art school?" it's his turn to ask about your academics, tilting his head in curiosity as he looks over at you and you wonder if this setting seems a little too formal for you both, "i've seen some of your works on instagram."
"the local high school's drama class is doing romeo and juliet for their annual play and they've hired us to design the set. we're being graded on it but people in my class keep re-enacting scenes whenever we finish a prop." you groan, resting your chin in your hand as you attempt to look outside through the window to your left, it's still fogged up but it was an attempt nonetheless. neuvillette lets out a deep chuckle.
"think of it as quality control," he comments playfully with a small smile etched onto his otherwise sincere face, it draws a smile onto your face too at your best friend's words, "they're just checking the authenticity of your works before they're used for the real thing."
despite months of not seeing each other after years of being inseparable, everything seems just the way the pair of you had left it, leaving you content and fuzzy inside at finally being able to spend time together again. even though the two of you have definitely matured a little, those two toddlers cuddled up and sharing a beanbag in the library are still very much present and as the stress of exams, revision and all nighters designing stage sets wash away, you both come to realise just how much you needed to see each other again.
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kimakento ¡ 10 months ago
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synopsis: euijoo loved to send you voicemails while drunk to pick up the broken pieces that were your forgone relationship and try to glue them all back together. you think it was like he did it knowing it hurt you too, maybe it’s time to move on. ⌙ 0.9k
pairing: ex!byuneuijoo x fem!reader
genre(s): angst
tag(s): mentions of jo, euijoo being an asshole tbh
warning(s): euijoo is knowingly hurting reader for a second chance idk? disclaimer: this is purely fiction !!
author’s note: i wrote this in like an hour 😭 idk my writers block just randomly disappeared for a moment. this is proofread also it’s my first time writing for &team so i hope you all enjoy !
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“you have one voicemail, sent at 2:20am. press one to play or two to abort.” the monotone voice stated aloud as your index finger danced around the former option a while before pressing it. “the voicemail will play shortly after the beep.” it articulated again.
beep.
“i’m so sorry, i do regret everything that happened between us,” you could hear his ragged, sharp intakes of breath as his voice wavered in between every word. he’s never been this forward with his emotions, but you did swear to yourself that you’d never be caught up again in the whirlpool that were filled with his lies.
“i never meant to let it get this far, please come back.”
beep.
the timestamp shown on your phone was 2:38am, he obviously did this late at night. now a few hours later, tons of conflicting emotions and thoughts engulfed your mind as you felt concerned with every voicemail addressed to you by euijoo. as if on cue, your phone pinged, notifying you about a message from your ex.
him. was drunk, sorry. 5:51am
this continued routinely for around a few more weeks where he’d send voicemails to you, and then blame it on being intoxicated. you were frustrated to say the least, you wanted nothing to do with him; even after breaking up, he continued to have a hold on your heart.
and all of this took a toll on you too, you started neglecting yourself, refusing to open your messages due to the fear that you’d hear him again. the pure mention of him was enough to do damage to your health. tears continuously streamed down your face and you cried for what seemed like forever.
what used to be the serenity of your home now felt suffocating, but so did the whole outside world. both friends and family attempted to check on you to no avail.
it all seemed to worsen after you received one fateful call. your phone rang impatiently, playing that stupid melody you abhorred. armed with frustration, you hesitantly picked up.
“hello,” his voice had a certain hoarseness to it, his telling silence after grumbling a greeting gave you a notion on what he wanted to talk about. “….are you okay?”
a response of silence enabled him to give a small hum of acknowledgment. you didn’t want to hear his voice, it’s almost comedic why you even picked up in the first place.
“ej, why are you doing this to me?” now you couldn’t stop from your raw emotions from revealing themselves, you hated this—you hated him for doing this, but you hated yourself even more for still being wrapped around his finger. “have you not done enough, it’s even worse that you’re drunk.”
once again there was that awkward silence.
euijoo started up again, conveying his true thoughts. “i miss you, so much. please.”
his desperation echoed through the phone, you were trapped in your own thoughts. as much as you wanted to end this chapter of your life it always seemed to find it’s way back.
“no, euijoo.” that caused everything to return to silence, you had never called him ‘euijoo’ before, it was always ‘ej’ or ‘baby’. he now knew that he had finally lost you.
and with that, you tapped the familiar big red button on your screen. in a broken spiral you took in a deep breath to try to ground yourself while scrolling down the chats on your phone. you messaged one of your mutual friends, jo and asked to meet up.
a few days later, here you were entering a small cafe, to see jo sitting over in a small booth. you nodded and took a seat, greeting him first.
“sorry for being a bit late,” you halfheartedly laughed, and then continued. “i wanted to talk to you about euijoo.” jo’s facial expression dropped, it was one of sadness; you knew he’d seen how rough euijoo was taking everything.
in a soft tone, he asked a genuine question. “what’s up?” his bodily language demonstrated his attentiveness.
“he’s been sending me voicemails about how he misses me, and even called me too. all while being drunk. i’m scared about his excessive drinking now.” you forced your tears to stay at bay because even speaking was so exhausting to you.
jo began to speak up again, bringing you out of your thoughts. “he’s been clean for a month now.” it all made sense, he’d been deliberately calling you; this outcome was worser than you expected.
he continued again. “you have to think about yourself for once, block him. i love both of you, but this is unhealthy—it’s taking a toll on you too.”
and you contemplated it, your heart felt empty. that was until you felt a hand over yours and were met with a nodding jo, encouraging you to finally let go.
i’ve got to move on someday, he’s right. you thought. with that, you gave the boy opposite you a small smile.
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part two
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aley-nag ¡ 9 months ago
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Bumpy road, pretty result
Whoaaaa. This one...
The next fanfiction I bound was Cinder and Smoke by @thelittleblackfox. I lover their work to pieces. They write incredible thought out Stucky!AU's with a lot of fantasy aspects or really good scifi and I wanted badly to do one of their fics, but waited til I was a little happier with my results and could make a pretty cover. We decided together on this one and I started formatting... And then I stopped for a long while because Word is the devil.
Cinder & Smoke is a western!AU and just about the most romantic thing I've ever read. It has yearning and a little angst and a very distinct vibe that feels like Fernweh and wilderness and change. Go read it!
I worked on it between June and December 23 and Christmas was the only reason I finished it this quickly, but I did not want to leave it unfinished for the turn of the year.
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Sadly I don't have a lot of pictures, but when I'm finished with my copy I'll post some more.
Now we'll come to the journey it was to finish this!
It started out rather uncomplicated, because I thought I had gotten the hang of formatting and then, when I tried adjusting the font and overall look of the text body Word kept killing the italics. And I googled and tried and experimented and I just couldn't get it to stop. I was so frustrated, oh god. It put me off a little and I had to leave it for a while. When I came back around to it I found a slightly butchered solution, that works though so I won't question it. After that formatting went smoother and I was able to bind it. I used paper from that same supplier that fucked up my paper order for the covers from the notebooks. But only after I had it printed I noticed that it was cut crooked and wouldn't cleanly fold in half. I despaired a little, said fuck it and hoped it wouldn't be to noticeable. I think it's alright.
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Binding went really well and I think that's the cleanliest job I did to this date.
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Did the endbands by hand to match the color scheme I was aiming for. Because of the title I wanted to invoke fire and used primarily black and red for the coloring.
Then came the cover. First of all, don't use black bookcloth. You will see every. single. mistake. Also dust and glitter... I brushed this thing so often, you wouldn't believe it.
And I tried different vinyl. I couldn't find the right shade of red I wanted, it's a little hard to source it around here so I went an entirely different route and used golden glitter vinyl. What I didn't know until after I plotted the design: The glitter has texture. I couldn't see a single cut-line. I had to keep the picture open to work along the edges and not rip the letters. Still lost all of the i-points 😭
The flower was pretty easy though. Glueing it on was also quite hard because it just wouldn't hold and I got glitter everywhere. Which let to more brushing but I'm afraid mailing it destroyed all that work :D
Anyway. I am sooo happy with how it turned out I instantly forgot about all annoyances and was able to mail it before the end of the year and that was a really satisfying last project, so all is well :)
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This was also the first time I had the idea of choosing a little icon for the author's penname because most of the time I don't have enough space for the entire name. I reworked all of the other books to accomodate that.
Binding Details
Body Text: Garamond, 11
Half Title/Chapter Heading: Gold Lines Trial, 20
Full Title: Carnivalee Freakshow, 48
Word Count: 57.197
Pages: 232
Paper: publishing paper A4, 90g, 1,5x volume (from the retailer from hell :/)
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shutupheathersorryheatherr ¡ 10 months ago
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“What hair product I think each svt member is”
Summery: a holiday fic that has absolutely nothing to do with the holidays! Wanted to try my hand at writing something a bit different and thought this was a good idea to start. Not really comedy but amusing none the less! (idk if what I wrote makes sense hopefully yall are picking up what I’m putting down) approximately: ten minute read
A/n: THIS IS NOT MY ORIGINAL IDEA! (In a way it is buuuutttt still) I can’t find the author who wrote the “what piece of furniture svt are” or something to that effect so they’re the ones who gave me the idea so if yall find them please tag them unless I do first!
warningz/info: mentions of pain, mentions of chocolate, I think what, three curse words? y'all let me know if I should start keeping them to a minimum or remove them entirely because I know some people are uncomfortable with them! I feel like the spacing between paragraphs is weird in this fic but oh well. no idea how this is gonna go over and im scared that I tagged it with "x reader". plus I dont know if anyone would read/enjoy it but I had loads of fun writing it! as always, if you did like it, please leave some love like comments and or reblogs!
~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper. This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~
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>Seungcheol<
gel. Sticks to you like glue once you find each other (romantic music starts playing in the hair care isle when you pick up your favorite gel) everyone has their preferred brand/ look they worship. Thicc. Either smells putrid and chemical like or good enough to transport you to a magical land of chocolate, pink grass and purple clouds
>Jeonghan<
he is a Bobby pin. And I will provide no further explanation on this except that he holds you together but will stab you lmao
>Shua<
an Afro pick/ hair pick. Its what everyone’s looking for: that little somen’ somen’. That little poof we all desire. Also scalp massages :)
>Jun<
wide tooth comb. My fellow thick haired/ curly haired people will know about this one 😭 this shit can be mean to your scalp tugging on your hair and UGH helps you greatly and is a necessity but damn… that’s all I gotta say
>Hoshi<
Refresher product/ moisture product. wakes you up in the morning. Gives you a reason to NOT look like you just rolled outta bed even though you did. For most this is one ofthe holy grails in life. What would I do without it? Makes us all smile even at 4:00 am because oh my god I look better after I slapped this in. Just all around a day-brightener
>Wonwoo<
curl cream. Grounding. Has many different looks n stuff
>Woozi<
a rat tail comb. Everyone should have one. Versatile, used for many different things. Good for every sort of job and is a natural to be honest and is small but mighty lol
>DK<
a satin/ silk bonnet. And no, not one of those that most  moms wear with the lace trim. Those end up at the foot of your bed by the morning. The ones with the thick elastic. I choose this cause it goes by many different names, just like him lol just has that comfy homey feel to it
>Mingyu<
hair mask. Made at home with some questionable ingredients. Seriously sometimes I don’t think he’s real lol 
>Hao<
a denman brush. It sounds to helpful and great. And it is great!…. When you figure out how to use it. Hard to figure out but once you get the hang of it you’ll never go back (another thing my fellow curly haired babes will understand)
>Seungkwan<
co wash. A little something extra, a boost of energy, if you will. a well kept secret but also a well known fact 
>Vernon<
hair tie. Easy to loose but also easy to find. especially in places where youd think: “why the fuck would it end up here?” Like idk man, but you should definitely check the dark corner collecting lint— that’s where they always are
>Dino<
leave in conditioner because with use over time it makes your hair (you) healthier
~End~
a/n: annnnnnnnddddd thats it! hope y'all enjoyed this disaster of a fic lmao if you liked it, please leave some love like comments or reblogging!
stay safe, y'all!
2023 ©️copyright for shutupheathersorryheatherr do NOT repost, steal, or translate my work even if you give me credit
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fatuismooches ¡ 1 year ago
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🎈 anon here im going to keep going on about pantalone with his darling who makes him handmade gifts (same thing not a request if i have a request I'll probably specify because im v worried u have too many and i dont wanna add to the pile :< so if i dont specify treat it like me approaching you in the middle of the night going absolutely insane about the silly little criminals in my computer, like grabbing u by the shoulders shaking you and everything) i had to put the brainrot in my notes app to finish because the Tumblr app is held together by glitter glue /affectionate
OK SO BACK ON MY INSANITY we're doing bracelets for this one too because im a silly little self insert enjoyer. so i was thinking about how u said he'd keep them in a little box and i just, went insane because it was so cute in my head.. Imagining him keeping them especially safe compared to his other jewelry, and while it's on display and he'd be a bit upset if they were taken by a disgruntled agent, he could just buy another one. Although if one of his darling's handmade pieces of jewelry were stolen he'd feel so bad for not only letting it get stolen, but knowing that you worked so hard on it for him but it got stolen so quickly :( He'd hire or personally look for it until the ends of the earth and if his darling found out and was like "i could've just made you another one he would be like, gothic bold font "no" and i find that really cute!! lonnie is such a cutie patootie i need to squish him!!!! Anyway i keep imagining him being so proud of seeing his darling improve as he keeps getting these cute gifts handmade from them.. ok but also what if his darling made a bunch at once and told him to close his eyes no peeking (how would that work actually his eyes are always closed uhh power of brainrot ig) and they put them all on him at once and he's like ":0" and he's super excited and and and (starts sobbing violently /pos) ALSO IMAGINE IMAGINE LIKE.. WHAT IF HIS DARLING GETS HIM INTO THEIR CRAFT TOO.... AND THEY WORK ON IT TOGETHER..... PLEASE I AM MELTING I AM GOING CRAZY anyway i love pantalone 10/10 would chew on him again also will update u if more thoughts infuriate my brain you are not safe from my brainrots they will haunt you forever <3
i know i specified earlier that im 🎈 anon but i feel weird without doing the little dash thingy so - 🎈
IM GRABBING YOUR SHOULDERS SHAKING U AFFECTIONATELY AS WELL 🎈 ANON...
You're so right nonnie, bro's the type of guy to not bat an eye at his jewelry worth millions of Mora being stolen but then internally start panicking when he realizes something you gave him is gone. His brain is working overtime even more than usual trying to figure out how he's going to get it back. (And if he orders the regular Fatui to look for it, he gives them a look to not question him whatsoever on why he is so concerned about a not expensive at all handmade piece of jewelry as compared to literal gold <3) (From then on he's keeping your creations under severe lock and key, he's never letting that happen again, feels secretly guilty about that even though you weren't even mad 😭)
Reader: hey, don't feel bad about it! i can just make you a new one love-
Pantalone: 𝖓𝖔
And omg Loonie? For Pantalone? That's such a cute nickname I'm stealing that now 😭 Okay but consider: I think Pantalone kind of has like a business brain, meaning he's always thinking of lucrative opportunities and such. So for a split second he thinks hey... this is kind of a sweet business. But then immediately he perishes the thought because the idea of anyone else receiving your cute little handmade jewelry makes him unreasonably upset. Only he shall ever receive these from you and it will stay this way.
And omg yes he gets so happy seeing you improve 🥺 He kind of sees himself in you. Because he had to work hard to improve his own craft. And seeing you so happy while working on your stuff makes him so happy to <3 I hc him to be really good with his hands, so he'd actually be real eager to join you with your bracelet making (he makes one for you too and you refuse to take it off)
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liquorisce ¡ 2 years ago
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the sex to try to conceive would be so terribly tragic it’s making me tear up just thinking about it 😭 mikasa so clingy and weepy because it’s the only time where she’s able to allow herself emotional release vs eren who’s doing everything he can to please her to give her what she wants anything to make her happy after the shit he pulled.
yeah fuck, it’s just tears all around. i think eren would blow his fuse sooner rather than later bc he knows it’s only hurting her more. he wants to make her happy but he’s also so mad— mad at himself and mad at her for being this way, like an open, smarting wound that keeps getting bruised over and over again. he has no place to say it after what he did but, “… why are you doing this?”
Vacant eyes look back at him. The lack of emotion in them only made him angrier. “Just tell me what’s on your mind, Mikasa. Call me names. Tell me I’m the worst person in the world.” His voice cracks. “Just don’t… do this. It feels like you’re slipping away from me, and I can’t bear it.”
Maybe she’d leave the house, turning away from Eren because she couldn’t bear it either. Eren always expects so much from her, expects her to tell him her feelings, expects her to do things his way— but that’s not who she is. But who is she? Of late, she’s been trying so hard to hold herself together, she hasn’t realised that the cracks that started that awful day had spread like vines across her entire being, threatening to split her into so many tiny pieces… like dust, like nothing.
And when the first sob rips through her throat, when she’s already out the door, gripping the railing that protected her from falling out to sea, she feels herself crumbling, the person she tried to protect disintegrating to the ground.
Eventually she goes back; She walks in to find Eren pacing holes in their hardwood floor. A frenzy in his green eyes that ebbs when he finally sees her. “Mikasa,” he says. Eren always managed to say so much when he said her name. Concern, anger, fear, perhaps. It feels like home.
But for the first time ever, free of the pieces of herself and the glue that she’d poured over it, she recognises that even if it feels like home, it’s a home that no longer feels safe to her, drenched in ugly feelings of mistrust and lack of self-worth, and it all came from him. The man she’d loved her entire life.
Eren is conflicted— he doesn’t know whether to run to her and crush her in his arms, or to give her space bc she obviously needs it, so he does an awkward thing where he reaches out for her hand, cold from the wind.
“When you left, I—“
“I felt free.” Her voice sounds foreign in the room. Like honesty that had not echoed in those halls for so long.
His fingers slip out of hers. There are storms in his eyes, words heavy on his tongue. But maybe Mikasa will say more. Maybe she will finally say something.
“You want me to tell you what’s on my mind?”
He nods.
“If l slept with another man, what would be on your mind, Eren?”
It’s not something easy to imagine, the conjured sight makes him feel sick to his stomach.
“Is that what this is then, you want some kind of revenge?“
Mikasa laughs. A frustrated, broken, empty sound. “I feel like you don’t even know me anymore.”
“Maybe I don’t, Mikasa,” Eren says desperately. “I’m not a mind reader. You feel so distant from me. You look my Mikasa and you feel like my Mikasa, but I don’t know who you are anymore, because you won’t tell me. You won’t let me inside anymore, and maybe that’s my own fault.”
His lips are worn and bitten but he continues. “I fucked up, and I don’t deserve another chance. I don’t deserve to know you anymore, I don’t deserve that privilege. But you won’t even tell me that, and” —
His voice cracks with emotion. “I want to fix this so bad, I want to be good to you, Mikasa. But I don’t know how. And you won’t tell me. And I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, I put you in this position and I keep asking for more, but please if you still want me, please let me in.”
“There was a time,” he grins weakly, “when you’d have whacked me on the head for being an idiot, and told me how to do things right. D’you remember that, Mikasa?”
“I should have grown up by now, but maybe I haven’t. Maybe that’s all your husband is; an overgrown child, but please tell me how to make it right. Because I need you.”
Mikasa’s eyes are heavy with unshed tears. “You always do this,” she says shakily. “You have so many feelings. So many needs.” Then quieter, “I feel like there’s no space for mine.”
“I’ll make space for it,” he says fiercely. He points his finger to his chest, not caring if it looks silly. “There’s so much space in here, and I will treasure them, I swear. If you let me. Please, Mikasa, you have to let me.”
And after fighting what looks like a war inside of herself, she comes to him. Places her head on his chest and lets him wrap his arms around her, and listens to the quickness of his heartbeat as he promises her he’ll take care of her.
“I thought about leaving, you know,” she says softly, into his shirt. It was wet from her tears. She can feel him stiffen. But he doesn’t loosen his hold around her
He tries to sound measured when he asks, “Why didn’t you?”
“Don’t you want to know why I wanted to leave?”
He holds his tongue, makes space for her feelings. Kills his assumptions. “Tell me.” Tell me everything.
“Because I couldn’t bear to stay in a place that kept reminding me I wasn’t enough for you.”
“Mikasa” —
“You sought someone else out and brought her to our bed, Eren.” And despite herself, another fat tear rolls down her cheek. “You fucked her to feel better, maybe? Doesn’t matter, I wasn’t enough.”
He hates hearing these words from her, they twist inside of him like a knife, but he doesn’t stop her. Because he promised. “But I didn’t leave. Because I wasn’t enough.”
“Wasn’t enough to be yours, wasn’t enough to be alone. I wasn’t enough of me, Eren, do you understand what I mean?”
She looks up into his anguished, verdant eyes. So full of fire and feeling, that obviously he would never understand. “I don’t know who I am, without you, Eren.” And she knows even as she says it, that Eren would not understand. “I’m not like you, Eren. I can’t leave, and still feel whole.”
“It’s not true, Mikasa,” he says. And Mikasa knows he’s just saying it because he cannot fathom, because he’s in denial.
“You’ll never be able to see yourself the way I do. The way other people do. The way other people look up to you. You could leave me and thrive.” He laughs bitterly. “It terrifies me. You could leave me and be so much better off without me. Maybe you’d find someone else who isn’t such a colossal fuck up. Maybe you don’t even need anybody. Because you— you’re so good, you don’t see it.”
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etherealyoungk ¡ 3 years ago
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hiii ! can i request vocal line’s reactions to their jealous s/o if u havent done it yet? >< thank u !!
hi! this is such a cute concept hehe.
seventeen (vocal unit) reaction to their s/o being jealous:
❝ JEONGHAN ❞
➸ he'd be super amused at you being jealous and tease you hshs. maybe you noticed how the waitress was flirting with him and ONLY talking to him, which made you annoyed at first. but when you noticed that she had slipped in her number to him on a tiny piece of paper along with the bill, you were so mad. you glared at her as you left the café, practically dragging jeonghan out. "baby wait up, you're going to tear my arm off", he says lightly. your turn around and pout crossing your arms over your chest. "can't believe she had the audacity to flirt with you right in front of me", you say, irritated. "was she blind, can't she see we're together". "aw is my baby jealous?", he asks with an amused smirk. "WHAT NO", you defend quickly. "you totally are". "i am not", you say, huffing and walking ahead. "y/n, wait up, or should i call this number instead? it was somewhere here", he teases, searching his pockets. you immediately turn around and glare at him, making him chuckle. "you're cute when you're jealous", he says, walking up to you and taking your hand, before giving you a small kiss on the cheek.
❝ JOSHUA ❞
➸ maybe you were jealous because you say a pretty girl whom you didn't know talking to joshua and they were laughing and talking, looking like they were having a good time. you felt jealous built in you and you knew it was stupid but you couldn't help it. but when you saw her hug him you're jaw almost dropped to the floor. when shua comes back and sees you sitting and reading a book, he sits down next to you, oblivious to your jealousy. "hey what you reading?", he asks sweety. "a book", you can't help but reply to him a bit coldly. he seems to pick up on this and gets a little worried. "are you okay baby, did something happen?", he asks, wrapping arm around your waist, pulling you closer. "who was that girl you hugged", you say. "is my girl jealous", he asks, and when you don't say anything he chuckles lightly, pulling you closer and looking at you so sweetly, you don't think you can be jealous or annoyed anymore. "you know you're the only one right", he says, kissing you, making all your jealously melt away.
❝ WOOZI ❞
➸ i feel like he'd just immediately know something is up or you were jealous if you were more touchy and affectionate with him than usual. maybe you'd hold his hand a little more tightly and he noticed how you tone was pretty cold when talking to this other girl and he gets the message. "are you being jealous right now", he asks, once you've come away from the crowd a bit. you just give him a sour look. "she's been eyeing you all night it's so weird, can't she get the hint", you say snarkily. he lets out a small smile. "aish alright, don't get so worked up hm", he reassures, kissing your cheek.
❝ DOKYEOM ❞
➸ i feel like he'd just be so clueless if you were jealous 😭like you guys went for an outing with a few friends, and your friend got along a new girl to introduce to you but you didn't like her at all - mostly because of the way she just kept looking at dokyeom and how she causally flirted with him made your blood boil. all the while dokyeom was clueless and just nodding along and listening to her. so you start moving your chair closer to his little by little, hoping she gets the message as if you weren't death staring and glaring at her enough. if this continued you were ready to give her a piece of your mind too. dokyeom notices how you've been inching closer to him and he gets worried, thinking something is wrong. "baby are you okay? you good?", he asks turning to you. "yeah", you say quickly. so when dokyeom gets up and walks around to talk to a few people you follow him, sticking to him like glue and you're holding your hand the entire time. it's after he finishes talking to one of the members he finally turns to you again. "are you really okay y/n? do you want to go home? we can leave if you're uncomfortable", he asks, thinking you're sticking to him because you didn't feel good. "i'm fine really just..." "just what?" "that girl over there been trying to flirt with you all night and i just know she's going to try and make a move on you so i tried to give her the message that you're taken but she didn't seem to want to listen so i was just making sure she doesn't get any other ideas", you explain, talking in a hushed fast tone. "wait wait so you're jealous", he asks, realization hitting and he lets out the cutest small chuckle. "umm yeah i'm supposed to sit still while someone flirts with my man, nope", you say. "you're so cute when you're jealous, clingy too", he adds with a fond smile. "i am not clingy okay", you counter but he gives you that 'really' look. "fine...maybe...whatever", you mumble and he takes your hand too and places a small kiss on it.
❝ SEUNGKWAN ❞
➸ seungkwan told you to meet him at the café around the corner. when you reached you saw how he was talking to a girl and you don't like the way she looked at him and the way she kept giggling and laughing with him. and the way she batted her eyelashes at him, it was enough tp make you storm over and sit next to seungkwan taking his hand and presses a small kiss on his cheek. "hi baby, did i keep you waiting too long?", you ask, glaring at the girl before giving a small smile to him. he seems a little flustered at your sudden affection. "no you're just in time", he says with a small smile. "sorry but we have to go, we're going to be late for the movie otherwise", you say, getting up and walking out, seungkwan confused. "we're going for a movie?", he asks. you shrug and keep walking with him walking behind you until you're not near the cafe anymore. "then why did you-", he starts before he realizes. "are you jealous? is that what this is?", he asks and you just look at him with your arms crossed across you chest. "noo...why would i be jealous", you reply, not wanting to admit it. "i left my book there, let me go get it", he says. "NO", you practically shout. "i'll get it", you add and he chuckles. "you are so jealous, i didn't leave anything", he says and you give him a sour expression for tricking and teasing you.
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doctorgerth ¡ 3 years ago
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alright sorry about that again. congratulations on the milestones, it's a always a big deal for any writer to be going for this long! fluff prompt #7 "Holding the others chin up" with Killer, Zoro or Shanks with male reader holding the other men's chin. please and thank you.
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a/n: this was so self indulgent holy hell I just want Killer to be happy and healthy ok 😭 thank you for the love and support, I hope you like this!
prompt: BOX A - ⑺ Holding the other’s chin up
pairing: Killer x M!Reader
warnings: sprinkle of angst? but overall comfort fluff
word count: ~380
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“You need to relax. You deserve a day off. Kid - er - Heat and Wire will make sure everything is taken care of, I promise.”
Killer huffs in his mask, easing down onto the edge of your shared bed as your gentle hands coax him into doing so. He’s silent for a moment, the only sound is the bouncing of his restless legs and soon he’s back to standing.
“I can’t trust those idiots to do anything. Maybe I should-”
You roll your eyes, “What you should be doing is relaxing. When’s the last time you took a mental health day? Hell, when’s the last time you stayed in bed past dawn?”
“I’ve stayed in bed past dawn before.”
You cock a brow.
“...when I was unconscious from that fight against the Red Haired Pirates...”
You groan, hands finding their way to his broad shoulders once more, “It shouldn’t have to take you being half-dead for you to relax, Killer. It’s not healthy.”
You don’t have to push him down this time. Killer willingly sits down on the bed again, holding his head in his hands, “I know, I know. I just-”
“You feel responsible for everyone and everything. I know.”
His breath hitches in his throat and you can see a subtle shake in his shoulders. With his permission, you take the opportunity to slowly remove his helmet. You lift his chin to look up at you, not missing the droop in his purple lips or the worn look reflecting in his tired blue eyes.
“You’re the glue that holds us together, Killer. That’s why we need you to take care of yourself. You deserve to rest.”
He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him so he can bury his face into your stomach. You pat gently at his head, carding through his matted helmet hair as you hold him tight.
“And besides, does staying in bed with me all day really sound that terrible?”
He squeezes you before throwing the two of you backwards onto the bed. You giggle as you two settle underneath the covers, tangling your bodies together and smiling as Killer relaxes against you, sighing contentedly, “I don’t think I’ll ever leave now.”
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fakeloveaskblog ¡ 3 years ago
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Comfort a character? Noo, angst for a character/j
😭 Remy, if it's okay
I hope you are feeling alright, blog owner. Have a hug 🫂 and some water 💧
~Ghost
this ask legit reminded me to go and get some water hfjdkhd. This scene definitely happened some time but it is not what is happening currently in the timeline since the characters right now are somehow still on christmas
It was about 4 am, so a completely reasonable time for Remus to paint. He was trying to experiment with using glue and slabs of paint to make parts of the drawing protrude from the canvas. Right now it looked something like a red handprint reaching out.
A knock came from the entrance door. It made all of his muscles tense up all at once. He scrambled to put his binder on. His thoughts went on about how he had to check the windows. How he had to lock himself in the bathroom and call Rowan. How he had to get a knife from the kitchen.
He did his best to force those thoughts away and to keep his hands from trembling as he went to open the door. Right when he got close to it another knock came. He flinched and turned to get the knife.
"It's just me" Remy's voice came from the other side of the door.
His tense muscles calmed down immediately "You usually text before coming" He said while opening the door and peaking up at them.
They were leaning against their cane and their skin looked even paler than usual. They had their sunglasses firmly on even though it was dark outside.
"I'm staying the night" They mumbled while limping past him.
"I mean sure. I found some animal bones by the roadside this week so we can make friendship bracelets! Or we can paint each other's nails and lick the wet paint! Or-" He closed the door and turned around to see them laying curdled up in the corner of the couch. They were trying to light a cigarette while their hands shook "Oh great! Yeah we can smoke. It's gonna make Ro-boat super mad when she gets back!"
Remus sat down next to them. Remy kept staring out into the air while taking long drags from their cig. They only liked smoking if they took such long drags that it hurt to breathe them in.
Without a word they held out the cig so Remus could take a few drags as well. Remy didn't seem to be a talkative mood so he didn't press them further.
"Wanna hear about raccoons?" He asked. "I know a lot about raccoons. They're stinky like me"
Remy shrugged while looking away.
"Okay well first of raccoons have surprisingly fat asses. That's important to know. Remember that"
He went on with the facts. He could tell Remy wasn't really listening but he didn't mind. Sometimes people just needed background noise to calm down. He knew Remy usually didn't go to Janus when they were in their non talkative moods so maybe him being their background noise really helped. Hopefully.
He could hear how their breathe hitched and then became unstable, shaky. They kept looking away so he kept talking. He heard how they forced in deep breathes that kept turning quick and desperate.
Remy suddenly turned around and laid down with their head pressed against his side. They moved their arms around his waist and closed their eyes as their face got buried in his hoodie. The fabric turned wet from tears and snot.
"Remy- Beanie- rotten little heart" Remus said while trying to take the still lit cigarette from their clenched together fingers "Burn marks are only cool if it involves a flamethrower"
They let him take the cig and put it out against the nearest surface. Remus let them hold onto him as hard as they needed to, it didn't make him anxious if it was them. He leant down so his forehead was pressed against their shoulders and rubbed his hand up and down their back.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked quietly.
"I love him" Remy sniffled out.
"I know. He knows that too"
Remy continued to cry so Remus continued to hold them. He pressed soft kisses to their skin and moved any piece of loose hair behind their ear.
The sobs stopped racking their body as much and the tears became fewer and fewer. Remy let go of their friend's waist but kept their head leant against his thigh. They fiddled with the fabric of his hoodie while looking up at him.
"He's gonna call me any minute now" Remy mumbled out, barely audible "And he's gonna be having like a panic attack 'cause I left all suddenly and I'm gonna have to like go back and calm him down. Any minute now"
"I can smash your phone with a hammer if you want. That would solve it" Remus replied in a fully serious tone.
They let out a chuckle "That would be great babe"
"I can turn the noise on your phone off at least. I get it can uh be uh hard to even do that sometimes"
Remy fished their phone out of their pocket but hesitated to give it to him.
"You can say you went to a motel and you didn't have a charger" Remus continued "And once you get home and he gets all questioning about were you were and all boo hoo you left me on my own you just gotta get through it! And he'll get over it! And he'll be back to be all kissy issy lovey dovey"
"And I love those parts of him" Remy mumbled back "I love his emotions. So I gotta love all of them. Even his like anxious sides. Even his...mean sides"
Remus mindlessly played with parts of their hair between his fingers "Exactly. Just gotta get through it"
They handed their phone over to him and he quickly turned the sound off. He got a mischievous grin as he continued to play around with their phone.
"I'm looking up my little pony porn on your public google" He let out his practiced evil laugh right after saying it.
"Oh BITCH! You are NOT!!!"
Remy jokingly tackled him so they were a mess of limbs fighting each other after the phone. Remus mercifully gave their phone back (after throwing a pillow at their face).
He let them go back to being curdled up close to him. They continued to play with the fabric of his hoodie.
"Want to even try to sleep or do you just wanna stay up and vibe?" Remus asked.
"Girl did you just try to ask me 'bout sleeping" They snarked back.
"Got it. Wanna just keep sitting quiet?"
Remy leant a little closer "He was really loud"
"Yeah I get that. Sitting quietly can be fun. I mean if I'm with you. Otherwise I would have rotted into a skeleton corpse and all of my meat would have gone old and grey"
"Super sexy mental image. Thanks gal" They replied sarcastically ".......I know you're trying to like cheer me up and like I don't wanna seem like overemotional...so like just wondering if it's okay with you if I like start crying again?"
"Of course beanie. You never have to ask permission. I can always steal your tears and use them for evil potions"
"Mhm. Just 'cause I'd already cried once. I didn't wanna seem like sensitive and stuff. I didn't wanna be an annoying- Yeah- You know"
"I know"
Remus pressed a kiss into their hair. They took his hand in theirs. The two of them sat there quietly. If Remy buried their face against his shoulders and cried no one had to know.
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theredandwhitequeen ¡ 2 years ago
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Roswell New Mexico thoughts episode 6 Bonnie and Tezca Food Final piece Bonnie is sweet No more earthly distractions…. Need to get rid of Michael  Max and Liz Max meditating  Handprint I feel what you feel…. Scared Jones gave Tezca, Liz’s name Remember how loved you are Tiny alien Maria texted Liz that Michael was sick  Maria, Michael and Liz 108 fever Dallas called Maria Flu, strep and common cold Immune system of a toddler Alien fruit Picked up a vandal Vandal is Bonnie  I promised I would protect her…  Mexico Isobel and Kyle slept together I didn’t mean to use your peck as a pillow…. Poor Kyle I love them Police station Bonnie and Max Tezca spying Savior I need you to save me Kyle and Isobel  Shirt on backwards  Kyle’s cousin Eduardo arrived Talking You’ve already been pretending I’ve been dead for a decade Liz  Alien virus Biological anomalies Maria calling Alex Michael You would think he would check in Michael is cute Dallas Maybe the avengers could use a roadie Alien glass Lockhart machine loaned from deep sky  Liz with Allie’s wife Worry doll Are we ever meeting Allie? Max and Bonnie Plans to return to oasis  Allighting already in motion  How do you know that word? Max and Bonnie Noah mention No ones friend. Liz puzzle pieces Glue Blue lightning Tezca ordered me to do something, kill Michael Rift in triad Michael, Maria, Dallas Pill bottle Lockhart machine See dad Locket Ruin to our home in wrong hands Bible Bonnies cave Eduardo and Kyle Package that led you here Sonya Allie mention Rage against the machine and I’m the machine Trying to protect Sonya,  Afraid of what she might say…. Liz Virus attacking cells Close contact Michael Kissed by Bonnie Disable your powers Michael, Max, Bonnie Disable powers Mindscape, Bonnie Use own game Realing you in  Trap You erased me Maria Dallas Looking for bible Found it Do you think your dad found god while he was here?… Cryptic clues At least Moses had the burning bush…. Funny 1947 Alien Isobel and Kyle He is so in love with her Dallas called Isobel for help Why was Isobel wearing sun glasses inside?  ….You dress like a Russian spy undercover at Coachella…. I am terrified you would jump into my mind and find out you’re all I think about and realize I’m in love with you… what if I do know what to say…. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can’t ask you to wait……. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I can’t afford to lose you. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Michael and Max and Bonnie Kleenex Mother was soldier in dictators army Kicked out of home Ophicus Wanted to bring peace to oasis Brain washed  I can’t bring them back. No reversing it Tezca Liz feels it Here for prisoner I only want her Kill Michael  Hurt Michael  Bonnie and Michael escape Max using powers Tezca doesn’t care if you live or die Gotten really good at stealing What is the alighting  Liz used machete Dallas came to rescue Science Bonnie’s virus on machete Arturo loaned it to Liz Meet real Tezca Change both our worlds Michael handcuffed outside Max and Liz Hurt Liz again? Let’s just go home Oh my god Fighting again Blue fire when he’s upset Eduardo and Kyle Sonya’s back to normal Kyle told Eduardo about Isobel Look for Allie, a lead  Road trip You’re adorable,  …. My heart isn’t broken, just thawing…. Sonya Hopeless romantic, it’s annoying  Talking Isobel and Dallas Full of surprises  Sage Vintage funk yard musk You don’t need your powers, you were there in 1947 Bible Bronson let him borrow the Bible Faith in a human The seeds we planted…. How much I love you. Glasses are key to code Maria and Michael Soup I don’t want to be a normal person Talking about powers Loud noises and things falling, poster Ghost Mimi Protein Daughter in pod or something Max and Liz not sleeping Bonnie at Max’s Safe Offering food, and movies I can’t wait to marry her Sacred vows at an altar I’m asking you to save me. Wants Bonnie to take powers away It’s the only way… Liz wakes up What did you do? 
Two aliens without powers
Max is so dumb
Michael is a sweetheart
I was hoping that it was an invisible Alex helping. Oh well.
I want Kyle and Isobel to be happy. I’m so sad for them.
Did Walt meet Dallas and His dad back in the day? Where was Dallas’s dad when the rest got captured?
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