#That’s why it takes so long to get to the point and doesn’t have a title

[0gl1tch0]

-AWAY! Fuck you. We’re done! And honestly this is a long time coming. Things have been shit, you have been shit, for so long. Looking back I don’t know why I put up with it. Momentum? But this, this is on another level. You got my family involved. Don’t fucking talk to my family! We’re done. Fuck you. This is goodb-

I only know one spell.

Forget. Forget. Forget.

I can use it on one person, and have them forget forget forget one thing, at one time. Use it on someone else and they remember, immediately.

It’s not the most useful spell. It can’t cover up anything with two witnesses. It can’t hide any memory indefinitely.

And I can’t use it on myself.

I would.

It’s hard to pick the one thing I’d use it for.

YOU wouldn’t believe it. I just got pulled over and I’m like super high. And I’m sooo nervous. Like this pig is definitely knows. But he goes back to his car to run my plates and he must have gotten a car or something, cause he just flipped on his lights and drove AW-

Susan is at the library on a Tuesday. She’s supposed to be at work, but she forgot. So she went to the library like she usually does on her days off. It helps her study. She’s earning an online degree in public health. She’s a good person trying to help. Plus, she doesn’t want to be a security guard forever.

But she does want to be a security guard for now. And the second I make someone else forget forget forget something, she’ll remember. She’ll be running back to work confused with no excuse. I suppose if I did it to her enough then the government would fire her. But I need her to keep her job, at least for now.

So I change what I’m forcing her to forget forget forget. She grabs her purse and starts sprinting out the door to her car. She doesn’t remember to log out of library computer though. I don’t let her.

-N we talk? If you’re busy it’s okay but this is important. Last night I was hanging out with one of the guys from work. I thought he was sweet, and we were having fun, I dunno. I was just so drunk. It started to rain and I was cold and I wanted to go inside but I just passed out on the ground. And he was laughing. He just left me there. My memory gets hazy after that. YOU-

It’s a funny thing, memories. Every time you think about them, they change. They aren’t records you play and put back on the shelf. They’re stories you tell yourself, over and over, memorizing the newest telling each time. Your biggest regrets? Those terrible things seared into your brain? You aren’t reliving a particularly bad moment. No, you spend the rest of your life telling yourself the same sad story, over and over, combing through the details looking for any little thing you could have changed. But it doesn’t matter. The ending is always the same.

Even if your mind slowly massages your recollection, reality brings back the pain you can’t forget forget forget.

Take Susan, for instance. She shot and killed someone. And she’s been retelling herself those every day since. I can see it, in the version history of the report of the incident on her computer. Certain truths become fuzzier. Certain falsehoods more distinct. Her memories of the biggest regrets of her life smoothing like wood, as she tries to sand away a chaotic hectic and jagged piece of her foundation into something she doesn’t hurt herself to touch. But the guy is still dead. The smooth shaft of wood still ends in the point of a spear. And she’s stabbing herself on it. Trying to forget forget forget.

Her boss says she’s a hero. The mayor is going to meet with her. Only she’s not going to remember the meeting.

I only have a few minutes before she runs back into the library and signs out of the computer. I won’t need half that to clean up after myself. I’m not the kind of person whose presence leaves evidence. Not anymore.

-ught about it. For a long time. And I. I dunno. I like you a lot. It’s just. I mean how would that even work? Maybe we should just be friends. CAN-

Getting into the restaurant will not be easy. I can’t sit down at a table without a reservation. Even if I cast a spell on the hostess, that won’t change whether or not the tables are full. And if I get a table, I have to order something. This isn’t a place regular folks can afford, and I can’t even scrap together regular people money. Maybe it slips the waiters mind and he doesn’t bill me, but I’m leaving here with my spell on the Mayor. I just need to get close to him for a moment.

One moment. That’s all any of us ever need. That’s all any of us ever get. We are all just a collection of what we did in a small list of moments.

-HIS is a really bad time. I’m sorry, my dog just died. I really can’t think about anything else right now. I don’t have the THOU-

Human beings, ultimately, are just a pile of chemicals. Big meaty lumps controlled by electrical signals powered by a series of gasses and fluids, flowing at a steady rate each and every second. We are a teetering balancing act of chemical input and chemical output, existing as a filter in a river of time while reality sifts through us.

It’s not the balance that makes us. It’s the imbalances. It’s the different needs and cravings at different levels. What does it mean when the introduction of someone’s scent increases our endorphin levels? How do we shape our lives if the thing we’re missing comes in a pill that the government can take away? What does it say about us if the thing we’re missing doesn’t come in any pill at all? What would you do to try and find balance? How good does something have to feel to be good enough?

We are all just piles of chemicals trying to bond.

And I’m standing in the bathroom because I let one chemical spill out.

I cut myself on my arm, walked into the front room, and asked if I could clean myself up. Of course security would let me through. I didn’t even need to use a spell to be left alone in here, although I’d planned to. Most people are inherently good, most of the time. And I erase a little bit of people to get what I want. What does that make me?

AND he’s dead. Oh my god he’s dead. I just found his obituary. It says he killed himself, Jesus Christ killed himself months ago. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me, the best part of me. I think we were like… platonic soulmates. And he’s been gone. Just gone. For months! I can’t believe it. Please say something. I can’t take TH-

I’m not going to kill the mayor.

I could, maybe, I think. For a few minutes have him forget forget forget to breathe.

But I don’t want anyone to die. I just want there to be a little less hate. I want Susan not to have hated anyone who scared her while she was working alone. I want Susan not to hate herself for what she was expected to do while afraid. I want Susan not to hate herself for what she does now, just to get one evening where she feels good.

I want the first world to function less punitively. I want the world to understand decisions were little bursts of energy through couple soupy wrinkles of meat, and sometimes that energy misfires. Sometimes that meat is wrong.

But we don’t do that. We see something wrong and we hate it. We hate it like that will make it right. If the force of our disdain and the extremity of our punishment are extreme enough we can beat the things we hate into submission. We treat the human psyche like its only remedy is ballistic repair. Hit it to make it start working. If the signal is still fuzzy hit it again.

We hit each other and ourselves so hard and so often that the only remaining ways to cope are the exact things we hated in the first place. We hate the poor so we take their homes away. We hate the fat so we force them to stay inside where we cannot see them. We call addicts criminals and brand them for life, barring them from any alternatives that might feel good.

And the mayor? He needs people to vote for him. So he has to be the paragon of our hate. He has to embody it, to take that nebulous hate and through his pen channel it into legislation. In front of dozens of cameras he’s going to sign a bill that condemns those of us hurting the most to even worse cells at even worse prisons for even longer sentences. And he’ll do it with a smile, in front of dozens of cameras, shaking the thankful public’s hand.

But it won’t do anything. You can’t unring a bell. You can’t untake a pill or unpull a trigger. Susan won’t bring that boy back when she rethinks the story, when she takes pain killers, when she gets fired for having them or when she spends time in a cell. He will always be dead.

So I won’t let the Mayor do this. For three days the bill will sit in a shelf in his desk that I command him to forget forget forget.

That’s the best I can do. I just stop things from getting worse. I don’t know how to make things better. That’s not my part of the phrase.

No I think we could move in together. What’s the worst that happens, I have a shitty year there? I’m going to have a shitty year here. Besides, you’re my best friend. If we get into a fight I’m sure we can’t forgive and-

You only know one spell, and it isn’t even a high-level spell. But between its versatility and your creativity, you’ve still made a name for yourself.

[kdh-tally]

Huntr/x and The Saja Boys being Jealous

Prompt : How Huntr/x and the Saja Boys would react to their partner being flirted with. @erisanix

Author’s Note : I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to this 😭 Hope you enjoy!!! So it was only after writing this (and preparing to publish this) that I realised you probably meant partner as in the reader... I'm so sorry- and will rewrite this if you want

Abby when someone flirts with Mira

The two of them are working out.

Neither of them need it but Abby insists that they work to keep their muscles in shape (insert unnecessary flexing here)

Some dude decides to work out next to them and when abby leaves to grab them water, the person takes their chance to talk with Mira. 

His first reaction is to laugh. 

Like, genuinely finds it funny.

How did anyone have the audacity to flirt with Mira???

“You’re trying to flirt with her?”

“Oh… you’re serious.”

He’d walk over, arm casually slipping over her shoulder as she glares at the person trying to make a move on her

He wouldn’t say a thing first and would just stand there smiling.

Normally, most people would use their brains and back off once they see that:

1. Mira isn’t interested

2. This huge guy with muscles in standing by her like a body guard and could very much easily beat them up

However, lets say the person keeps going

While Abby knows fully well that Mira can handle herself, he likes playing knight-in shining armour.

“She’s taken” he’d smirk condescendingly at the person (who is now shaking in their boots) 

He doesn’t get jealous so much, but will get competitive.

It also gives him an extra EXTRA confidence boost knowing that he (and romance ig 😒) is actually Mira’s boyfriend.

“You think she’d want you? Try again in your next life.”

(He wouldn’t say this in front of Mira of course cause she would obliterate him)

Once they’re gone, he’s gentle and playful again.

“I feel bad for them”

“Why?”

“Don’t you remember how long it took me and romance to convince you to go out with us?”

“Yea-”

“And you liked us” he pointed out in disbelief “That poor person bro. They stood no chance” he’d shake his head dramatically watching the flirter walk away defeatedly.

Romance when someone flirts with Mira

They were both in the practice room. Mira testing out new lyrics with him and Romance just watching her.

A new staff member, who wasn’t briefed on any of the relationships between the groups, attempts to make a move on Mira.

Romance is smiling the whole time.

He doesn’t take the person seriously.

“Oh, you like her? Cuteeeeee. Same.”

Would hug Mira from behind mid-conversation (knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to attack him for the PDA in front of the innocent (and flirty) bystander), his chin resting on her shoulder as he more or less stares at her in awe.

“Isn’t she just perfect?” he’d say, looking smugly into the flirter’s eyes.

He, like Abby, is so confident in his position as Mira’s boyfriend that he has no need to be jealous.

And to be honest even if he did feel jealous, he used to be a powerful demon. Hiding a dead body wouldn’t be that difficult for him.

He wouldn’t mind outflirting the flirter to their face.

He would also let Mira do most of the rejecting.

He lowkey finds it attractive when she goes all “Sorry but I’m already in a relationship”

His head is filled with hearts and flowers and all he can think of is  ‘she loooooooves me~~’

But, If Mira gets visibly annoyed or uncomfy (and that would take a lot to happen), his smile turns sharp.

“You can leave now,” he’d say, eyes narrowed as he more or less forces the person away with his sharp gaze.

His tone is so obviously threatening.

Later, he’d make Mira and Abby laugh about it.

“You know I’m prettier than them, right?” he’d tell the two while laying across their legs on the couch.

Mira would roll her eyes but she wouldn’t disagree.

Abby would give romance a proud high five (or whatever it is bro’s do…)

Definitely throws in some extra flirty lines that night, just to remind her of the whole encounter.

Mystery when someone flirts with Zoey

The only Saja boy that would get seriously jealous.

This could go two ways though. 

He could either get super protective over Zoey to the point where it’s lowkey animalistic…

I’m basically saying he might start barking at whoever is flirting with her 😭

Based off of his behaviour in the movie i’d feel like he’d try to freak the person out so they’d leave 💀

The more likely option would be for him to just freeze.

Doesn’t speak. Just stares.

You can feel how uncomfortable he is with the entire situation.

Lets say the two are hanging out after practice hours and they encounter a group of fans, one of them thinking they actually have a chance with Zoey.

I feel like Zoey would be completely oblivious to the fans' intentions cause she just wants to believe in the good of everyone. 

Remember how she said the Saja boys were magicians even though it was really obvious they were demons 💀

Mystery, after attending to his own fans, just stands behind Zoey and watches,

He tries to pretend it doesn’t bother him but it obviously does.

He can’t stand still.

Crosses his arms. 

Shifts weight between his legs. 

Backs up a step only to come back up.

He won’t interrupt the conversation. Honestly he might just leave.

But Zoey usually finds him sulking in a corner later.

“You okay?”

“Why must you be so nice to people?” he be all frowny while flopping around on the floor”

“Thank you? she let out a small laugh before sitting by him and moving the hair out of his face.

“I don’t want you to be nice to everyone…” he’d be all flustered but still very upset. “Just me.” a small pause, “and huntr/x and the saja boys i guess…”

She ends up comforting him because his jealousy would manifest as confusion and anxiety.

Poor boy fears she’d still leave him because he used to be a demon.

Starts to lowkey improve his posture and fix his hair next time they're out. 

He thinks no one notices but zoey does.

Jinu when someone flirts with Rumi

The pouty jealous one.

Not in a sad and anxious way like Mystery, but more in a ‘stop giving them attention Rumi~’ way.

Doesn’t react at first. He’s quiet, watching and assessing how serious the situation is. 

If Rumi laughs at something the flirter says?

His jaw drops in disbelief. Like her audacity??

“Wow. Guess I’m just a background character now.” • Said this to no one but himself. He said it outloud.

Will walk up after the conversation ends like:

“So… did you have fun Rumi?”

“Who was that?”

“Do you like them more than me? Be honest. I can take it.” (He cannot.)

Rumi: “You’re literally the only person I want Jinu.”

Jinu, perking up instantly: “Okay :)”

Still clings to her for the rest of the day, just in case.

He could get super protective though.

They’d probably be out on one of their dates that apparently aren’t dates…

They’d stop for food at a restaurant and the guy taking the order is just so annoying and persistent about getting Rumi’s number.

At this his eyes sharpen, jaw clenches slightly. You’d only notice if you knew him.

He does not interrupt. He’d look to see how Rumi handles it.

If she looks uncomfortable?

He steps in immediately with that low, casual tone he has “You okay Rumi?”

He’s not even trying to be threatening. He’s kinda just making in known that he is the boyfriend.

Even Rumi is flustered with just how protective he’s being.

When they’re walking back to the company, his hand hasn’t left her waist at all.

“Some people just don’t seem to know when to stop talking” he’d mumbled under his breath.

Mira when someone flirts with Abby or Romance

If they flirt with Abby:

Someone’s trying to compliment his abs and muscles.

The person is being all sweet n touchy like

“Omg! You must work out really hard~~”

And he can see Mira seething in the background so he tries to make the interaction seem as friendly as possible. 

She's watching it all happen with the flattest expression known to mankind.

Abby's being polite. He’s all smiles like “ooh thankyou :D” 

Mira’s patience is running out FAST.

She's standing there, arms crossed, eyebrows twitching.

In her brain she’s absolutely berating the person. 

“Can’t they tell that he’s taken??’

However she’d also be in denial about her jealousy. 

“Like what do you mean jealousy? I was just worried that the person was wasting their time on you muscles brain” is what she would say if ever confronted about the situation.

She’d eventually calm down until Abby chuckles at one of their jokes.

Her head slowly turns and her eyes are comically wide.

She lowkey looks deranged…

“You think they’re funny?” • “No– I was just–” • “Mm.” 

She’d kick him out of her car and leave him stranded on the street.

Eventually walks up casually, a hand on Abby’s bicep.

“Sorry, this one’s taken. But nice try.” Smile = threat.

Later in private?

She’s berating him.

“You’re such an attention seeker”

“I didn’t do anything..” he’s flabergasted

If they flirt with Romance:

Mira doesn’t even pretend to be calm.

The issue here is Romance is the type to flirt back. Not cause he’s a man whore or anything but he just loves when Mira acts all possessive about him 💀

She’s standing behind Romance while the flirter is mid-sentence, her arms crossed, lips pursed.

She’s giving them the look she normally uses to scare off demons before killing them off.

Romance obviously finds it hilarious and adorable.

Mira does not.

She doesn’t speak, just raises one brow at the poor soul.

This person must be blind or something cause they just keep talking???

Oh yea- Where did they meet the flirter?

The two went shopping for books. Yes. Books.

Romance thinks the best way to learn about human culture would be by reading as many novels as he can get his hands on. 

This leads to the shop owner flirting with him as they try to recommend good books to read.

The flirter slides him a very steamy looking book and winks at him “This looks like something you’d enjoy if you know what I mean”

When the person keeps talking, Romance is smirking. • “You’re gonna die~” he whispers, all happy.

Mira steps up between them. • “If you value your ability to walk and want to keep your store, I suggest you shut up.”

Romance: 🥰

He won’t shut up about it later.

“I’ve never felt more loved.”

“You threatened violence for me.”

“Tell me again how you’d break their legs.”

He’s just a girl.

Actually he’d probably love saying “I’m just a girl” 💀

Zoey when someone flirts with Mystery

She’s oblivious at first.

Like I said up above, she’ll probably think the person is just being friendly.

“Oh my god, Mystery, they said you have pretty hair! Isn’t that sweet?” • Mystery is trying not to freak out

Eventually, she catches on.

She’ll see the flirter get all up in his space. They’d try to touch his hair, or interlink their arms, literally anything to have physical contact.

Mystery is physically recoiling.

“Wait a damn minute…”

Her whole vibe changes.

Remember how she “ended” mystery in the movie?

“You’re just my type 🤩 Oh well” stabs

Yea that switch up is how she’d treat the flirter.

Her voice is still sweet, but it’s weaponized sweetness.

“That’s my boyfriend.”

One sentence. That’s it.

The air gets colder. The fan who was flirting? Gone.

She then turns to Mystery like nothing happened.

“You okay?”

“You scared them away.”

“Good.” sips her drink

She becomes extra clingy later too. Not because she’s insecure.

She’d do it to reassure him that she wouldn’t be going anywhere regardless of how many people try to flirt with him.

Random compliments and forehead kisses.

“Your hair is pretty by the way.” she’d say this while tying it up into a bun to admire his face. “I’m the only one allowed to touch it though”

“Of course Zoey,” his voice is practically a whisper as she clings onto him.

Rumi with someone flirts with Jinu

They went to the movies together. A new lego movie came out and the last one Jinu saw was years ago so he begged Rumi to take him to see the new one.

She goes to collect popcorn, leaving Jinu to take his seat, and when she returns, someone is in HER chair. Flirting with HER boyfriend.

She’d try really hard not to react.

She wants to be chill. Really, she does.

But the moment someone says “Hey, what’s your name?” and reaches out to his arm?

She’s considering summoning her weapon and wiping their head off clean.

My girl is staring daggers.

Probably the most over protective in the group (could rival Mira)

After all, the guy died for her. Why would anyone even think they could try to flirt with him???

Stares daggers.

Jinu is too polite (and oblivious. The guy used to be a 400 year old demon. Anything he used to know about flirting is now irrelevant)

He smiles. Maybe even giggles just because of how nervous he is. • That is what breaks her.

She walks over calmly, “Sorry. That seat’s taken.”

If the flirter protests? “By who?

“By me. Go find another one.” Rumi’s losing her patience and the movie is about to start.

“I actually like it here,” they’d lean a tad bit closer to Jinu to spite Rumi.

Let’s not forget that Rumi is half demon though!! “That wasn’t a suggestion.” Her voice gets a bit more dangerous and unstable.

Once they’re alone again, she teases him about it.

“Did you like the attention?”

“Nooo– Rumi, no, I was scared. ☹️”

“You were giggling.”

“IT WAS A PANIC GIGGLE!!”

The next time they go out, she’s in his hoodie. Hair down (out of the braid 😋). Holding his hand. The message is clear: • Don’t even look in his direction.

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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: And Then There Were Four...

notes: I had a request a long time ago asking about the fam going to a water park. This took me so long because Its actually quite a big chapter! strong recommend reading! This takes place when Sarah is around 4 but Ellie is not quite born yet. Some Tommy and Maria development here as well!

Warnings: pregnancy announcement, some post pregnant body insecurity, unprotected sex, silght breeding kink, pool sex, mentions of unplanned pregnancies, not proofread

18+ ONLY

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There’s never been such a hot, sunny, cloudless, beautiful summer day. 

At least, according to Sarah. Who conveniently saw a TV commercial about the local water park, SplashTown, and now is raving about when you’ll be taking her. Calling up the weather forecast each day like the local advertisement “the PERFECT day for a water park!” She exclaims like a salesperson.

Honestly? It was a good call by your almost 4-year-old. It’s been a long time since your family took a day trip to do something fun. She’s starting to get the age that she’s going to remember these things, so making family fun is now a top priority for you. 

Joel agreed, though he wasn’t all that excited about spending an entire day with sun burn and bleached chorine and back bruises on those hot ass plastic slides.

So here you are, all piled in the truck with Joel at the helm, and you in the passenger seat rubbing his thigh; your giddy little girl in the back pointing towards the approaching parking lot signs. and—

“Wow I haven't been to a water park in decades!” Tommy shouts from the other back seat. “Joel, remember we used to go by ourselves when I was like 14?”

Joel just sighs loudly, ignoring his jumpy overgrown brother reverting to his child like stasis.

"Remind me again why we had to bring Tommy?” He asks you grumpily.

"The tickets were cheaper if we bought it as a set of 4 rather than 3 individual.”

Your husband shakes his head with tight lips. “Yet another reason 4 is the perfect number for a family,” he says, recalling that day on the beach where he revealed his not so subtle opinion on just how many children the two of you would ideally have. 

You raise your brows amused.

Tommy shouts from the back, “What are doin’ for dinner, by the way?”

Joel rolls his eyes. He’s focused on the road head while wiggling four of his chunky fingers in your face, mouthing ‘F-O-U-R’ in an I-told-you-so kind of way. You ruffle his soft curls affectionately.  

Your stomach churned uneasily since you woke up at 8 this morning. It’s been a minute since you were out and about in public wearing nothing but a bathing suit. Going to the beach with a 8 month pregnant body is one thing. Going to a water park with a post pregnancy one is another. One you were never really worried about until this very day.

You take a deep breath. 

You know that, no matter where you are or what shape you take, Joel’s always gonna look at you like Mr Owl with the tootsie pop — and you’re the tootsie pop— so the worry on that note settles a bit inside.

There’s other things, very recent things, to be anxious about for sure.

Once parked, walked (and skipped) towards the front entrance, tickets scanned at the gate, the four of you make your way to the cabana’s to get situated.

“Show me your backs, people,” you announce to your little huddle. Sarah, all decked out in her brand new pink and sparkle bathing suit complete with mesh tutu skirt, shuffles over first as you squirt a generous slob of sunscreen onto your palm and begin slathering it all over her body. Rubbing a little too aggressively, she squints and scrunches her face, but she doesn’t protest. You cake her face until her skin is a shade lighter than before.

“You’re gonna give her reverse cancer with all that,” Joel chuckles. You brush him off and smudge the excess on her little cheeks, squishing her cheeks as takes the abuse.

Now she’s whiter than cocaine on Christmas morning. 

You smile.

“You next, big boy.” 

Joel grumbles but sits between your legs and you begin rubbing it all over his face. 

While you don’t notice, he can’t help but grin at how you tilt your head and stick your tongue out like an artist working to preserve her masterpiece—protecting her family from the wretched sun.

“Back please!”

Joel yanks his top one handedly over his head, revealing his pasty skin. 

You hum and bite your lip. Yeah, Joel’s let  the role of ‘Dad’ take over his every demeanor. Body included. and FUck, if that soft tummy and broad shouldered man isn’t a sight for sore eyes…

It gets enough middle aged woman’s heads turning, so you quickly frown, slap his skin up and then usher his shirt back on. That sexy ass shit is for your eyes only.

“Thomas!” You scream, making Joel and Sarah curl inward.

The younger brother holds his hands up and back away. “I’m workin’ on my tan so uh—no I’m good.”

“You’re white as f—heck,” you correct yourself while sideways glancing at Sarah. “You’re gonna burn.”

“He’s too cool to be fearful of sunburn, babe,” Joel says, hoping you’ll forfeit the losing battle.

You all find a nice empty area with a few lawn chairs to set up base outside the tidal pool.

And of course, the child who only passed her toddler swimming lessons a few months ago is dying to get in the giant tub of crashing waves and cascading people.

“Please!pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease,” she whines, swinging on your arm and shouting it into the air.

You grumble. While you would much prefer she be in a body of water that is no deeper than a foot and is the width of a bathtub, you lessen your worry as seeing the waves aren’t on and there aren’t many people in there. “Can you at least wear your floaties?” You suggest, wagging the two arm holding balloons suggestively.

“Nah, we don’t need those, right bubba?” Joel rubs her hair. “I got her, babe. I’ll carry her the whole time.”

“Nooo!” Sarah protests, but Joel’s already kissing your forehead reassuringly (winning some Daddy points along the way) and scooping her into his arms.

“Stay in the shallow!”

Joel waves you off dismissively as they skip into the chlorine filled open sea.

Once gone, you notice Tommy checking his phone anxiously every few seconds but closing it disappointingly. A few women along the way eye him excitedly, but he just keeps to his phone the entire time.

“You doing okay?”

He shakes his head out of his trance. “Yeah. Just … haven’t heard from Maria today.”

Oh—shit. 

The last you heard, the two of them had a pretty nasty fight and Tommy had been crashing at your place for the last couple weeks. He had supposedly gone back to have a talk with her yesterday. He didn’t come back till morning, and didn’t really update you nor Joel on the situation. If anything, he looked perplexed, pale, and shaken. You feared maybe that was the final straw in their on and off relationship. Unfortunately, you are completely left in the dark as to what really happened.

You rub his shoulder calmly. “It’s going to be okay.”

Tommy takes a deep breath, channeling as much zen into his chest as possible before exhaling and nodding. “Yeah. Yeah. It’s… its actually—“

Squishing steps in her pool sandals while holding Daddy’s hand with a death grip, a completely drenched and shocked Sarah is walks back towards you. Her expression is just blank, dripping with water like she was baptized 12 times in a row and forgot whether she breathed air or water for a living.

“Sarah? Sarah honey are you okay?” You get to your knees and try to comfort her with warm hands along her arms. She just nods quickly, feinting something of a half smile, half frown all at once. She looks more confused than anything else.

Joel, who’s suspiciously quiet and equally drenched, is shaking. Though not from cold, but from sheer effort of trying to hide his laughs. “She got damn near waterboarded.” His face is so red, wheezing in a high pitched, barely audible tone while recalling the image.

He had taken her way deeper than “shallow”, and made Sarah promise not to tell mommy. The two snickered, and Joel hoisted her on his shoulders and waded into the deeper end, where the water came up to his mid section. The waves came on, and Joel was honestly expecting to be able to jump with him and give her a little ride. She was super excited, smiling giddily while Joel held both her hands in his next to his ears. The first wave came up to Joel’s cheek, and he quickly squirted it out with a smile. She laughed with excitement, ready for the second one—

Instead, the second wave completely kicked his ass and knocked both them off his feet, falling backwards before regaining ground. All he saw were a pair of flimsy pink sandals attached to a little pair of feet wipe past his vision before being dunked underwater. He stood quickly, shook off the water from his head and eyes. Only to realize he was a whole 3-year-old lighter.

 “Oh shit, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he frantically looks around, already imagining the horror you’re going to have at the fact he just drowned his babygirl before—

He catches a glimpse of her tutu flailing under water with a foot within grasp as she waved her arms to get back up to the surface on her own. He snatched that ankle, yanks her in the air, and sets her upright. 

“Baby, are you okay?”

Sarah nods, blowing water out of nose. She seemed totally fine, really, just a little confused as to which way was up. Joel protectively wraps her body with his, blocks the next wave from knocking her out of his sight with his feet firmly planted and prepared this time.

“Shallow,” she says plainly, pointing back towards the shore, and Joel has nothing more to add but complete agreement. He grabs her arms securely and wades back, never once letting he go.

Now though, the thought of it is a lot funnier than when it was happening. 

“Almost lost her for a sec. Did you know those waves were like 10 feet high?"

"That's so not funny,” you scowl, although you could imagine you two little idiots getting wiped out by a controlled wave like a human sized super soaker, before retiring in defeat.

“Sarah, how about we stick to the toddler pool, okay?”

She gives two enthusiastic thumbs up in extra agreement. 

“Hey wait, I ain’t a toddler. what about me?” Tommy interjects.

Joel tuts. “You’re actin’ like one.” 

“Slides? Anyone?” The younger brother points behind him towards the water slide heaven.

Or as you view it, the bloodied noses, brush burn, cold shock lagoon.

“Can we do floaty one? Please mommy pleasepleaseplease—“ Sarah tugs at your arm incessantly. 

You grumble, but even Tommy is doing his best puppy eyed beg at you.

-

“Why are all these stairs—ugh—made of wood? Falling apart, termite ridden, not up to Miller Contracting Code—“

“They’re just fine, sweetie,” Joel reassures you. Although he too side eyes the state of the construction and wonders if this will be the first and last Miller family trip together.

The two of you finally catch up to the rest of the line, bending backwards to stretch your backs and sucking air.

You glance up at the perky fit ass that’s connected to Tommy above you, who’s just vibrating with excitement. He literally jogged up these stairs, two at a time, not even huffing, and he carried both sets of floats. This particular slide can do a two seater rider.

“I wanna slide with Mommy!” Sarah shouts. 

The four of you then look at the remaining buddies who need to reverse cowgirl floaty.

“I aint little spoonin’ you,” Joel says after they size each other up.

The worker who is helping you and Sarah get saddled up in the slide chimes in on Joel and Tommy conversation. “Smaller rider in the front.”

“That’s you,” they both say to each other in unison.

“I’m taller—“

“I’m older—“

“I’m not bottoming for you—“

“Why would you say it like that?”

“Get in the front, pops!”

“You first, kid, since ya got all that youthful energy—“

“JUST GET IN THE BOAT,” you shout over them, causing everyone to go quiet and look your way.

The light flashes green and you and Sarah are pushed off into the dark tunnel with an echoing “Wooooo!!!!” 

Tommy sticks his tongue out and gets in the front, Joel in the rear, the two of them fighting over foot placement and elbows squishing balls before the worker just kicks them down and hopes for the best.

You and Sarah gracefully emerge, skidding across the water gently before coming to a stop to disembark.

Your back is certainly killing you but you fake only smiles for your excited kid who thought that was a roller coaster.

A second later, Joel and Tommy’s floaty comes barreling down the slide next to yours—with no bodies in it—

OH sorry, one body, Tommy, coming down on his belly face first and—oh there’s Joel a moment later shooting out feet first and slamming into his brother as the two are catapulted way further into the pool than should be possible with the minimal flow of water coming.

Both disoriented Millers jump up from the water, shaking their heads vigorously. Tommy spits water from his mouth, just as Joel grasps his head and dunks him back under.

“I’m riding with your wife next time,” Tommy growls, rubbing his shoulder with a wince. 

Joel spits a stream of water on his face. “Over my dead body.”

“Your husband sucker kicked me in the back!”

“Oh yeah, not before he bit my damn ankles!”

“Maybe don’t shove your feet in my face?”

You sigh heavily. You’re kinda glad you didn’t have boys.

“Me n you next, right?” Tommy says your way, ignoring Joel’s death glare.

“No,” Joel interrupts once again to Tommy’s annoyance. “Because then Sarah would have to ride with me, and she doesn’t wanna, she wants to ride for her momma. Honestly babe, you’d be doin’ a dissatisfaction to your own daughter who’s only wish is to stick with her favorite person in the whole world,” he gleams as if he’d just presented the winning argument for a Nobel Peace award.

You shrug. “Okay, then you can ride with Tommy again.”

Joel’s eyes go wide. “Ya know sometimes kids need to learn hard lessons about not getting what they want and this is a perfect opportunity for Sarah. Sorry kid, you’re with uncle Tommy.”

After the second slide down, you and Joel’s backs are absolutely whipped.

The two of you don’t even need to communicate the envy you have of Tommy’s youthful body, springing back into action when he gestures towards another torture device:

“Let’s do the big one.”

“No. Hell no. I’m not a teen anymore. Body won’t survive it.”

“Yeah Tommy, you go ahead. That’s…Joel nor I would be able to get up from that.”

The younger Miller scoffs. “A slide? Seriously? You guys really are getting old.”

You and Joel look at one another. “Baby are we…getting old?” You ask incredulously.

Neither one of you are upset about it. Instead, you grin warmly at one another.

Getting old with the love of my life sounds like the best thing in the world. 

-

You make your way to the much safer, happier, safer, splashy, safer kiddie pool that is much safer for kids your daughter’s age.

As Sarah wades in the water up to her belly, Joel and Tommy huddle under the jellyfish water canopy of shade, sighing contently under the cool flow of water splashing their heads.

“I’m gonna go use the bathroom,” you announce, and Joel waves you off.

He never realized how fucking exhausting just walking and getting wet was. (He wonders if that’s what your life is like) 

“DADDY!” Sarah shouts, jumping in the water for the giant bucket overhead that she’s too short to reach.

Joel slaps his knees and gets to his feet, entertaining her as she gets absolutely pommeled by a few gallons of water.

They splash around together, him hoisting her in the air by her arms then dipping in again with smiles and laughter. It’s all fun, until he gets the odd itch there’s something off with you genuinely not being here.

 A seemingly single, girl dad all wet and shirtless, playing with his kid in the kiddie pool, the ONLY dad playing in the kiddie pool amongst all mothers… He looks up and sees every single woman in here eying him like a piece of meat, and he knows he's in deep shark territory.

Frantically looking around, he picks Sarah up like a football and waddles helplessly through the crowd of predators, desperately needing his wife back. 

As if sensing his trouble, he sighs relief when he sees you pumping your arms, steam billowing from your nose like a ranging bull and wading in like splitting the Red Sea, dead set on his rescue. His one and only great white shark here snap them all away with your snarls, growls, and hinged jaw. 

Joel immediately wraps his arm around you and never leaves your touch.

Eventually you all sit in the sand pit while Sarah sits between the three adults, making castles.

Joel clears his throat. “So how’s Maria doin’? Ain’t heard much lately.”

Your eyes go wide as you slap Joel’s shoulder.

“Ow—what!”

“They’re” you lower your voice, though sheepish Tommy can hear perfectly well. “They’re taking a break.”

“Oh—oh! Oh I’m—okay no that’s … good. Some times some space—“

“Actually,” Tommy says, but the way he brushes his elbow makes you snap back at Joel. 

“Stop it! You’re making this worse—“

“Nobody tells me anything!” Your husband whispers.

“Yeah and this is why!”

“Maria and me—“ Tommy starts again.

Joel winces when you bring your hand down on his bicep again. “Stop slapping me! You’re gonna give me slap AND sun burn!”

“Joel, seriously!”

“Woman, I swear!—“

“We’re pregnant.”

You both go silent, minus the clank of your sunglasses siding off and falling on poor Sarah’s noggin.

The younger Miller brother is radiating more anxiety than the sun UV rays right now. 

Joel quietly raises his hand up for a calm high five. You bare your teeth and quickly slap it down.

Tommy rubs his shoulder tensely. “I’m just…I don’t know. Nervous.” 

“Are you two…?”

“We’re …together. I think it was a cold shock but it—kinda put shit into perspective, ya know? I think even she admitted breaking things off was probably because of the pregnancy—before she even knew it. Was off hormonally but didn’t realize why until the test.”

“What did you two even fight about?”

“Tommy chuckles, suddenly realizing how stupid their argument was. “She got mad cause I left the toothpaste cap open on the sink.”

“Oh man, even I could have told you she was pregnant. Better get out now. They don’t get any better,” Joel teases sarcastically, bumping your shoulder in jest.

You smile warm bright and with an underlying venomous sting that even he can’t detect. “Hey Joel sweetie? Can I see your tongue?”

“Mmhm why?” He says, already sticking the whole thing out on display, wide and ready and trusting as always.

You toss a fistful of sand in his mouth. Joel doubles back and chokes, taking a moment to hack up the grains sticking to everything. As he coughs and spits and sputters, you rub Tommy’s shoulder.

“It’s gonna be okay. How are you feeling about it?”

He shrugs with a nervous laugh. “I don’t know what comes next. You guys did it after you were married. Feel like I’m all out of step now,” he laughs nervously. 

“Honey, it really doesn’t make a difference. Joel and I…we didn’t—“ you look down at Sarah who’s busy making bridges for her smudged up castle, before covering her ears with both palms slapped together like a head sandwich. “We didn’t plan her either. It just happened to be after we were married.”

Joel returns to the conversation with a hoarse choke. “Earned that one,” he croaks. After clearing his throat a bit, he finally slaps Tommy’s back. “Congrats, man. It’s really…it’s really the best thing…” he glances back over at you and Sarah, glowing in more ways than just the hot sun. He almost forgets time hasn’t stopped, that he’s not just oogling at his wife and baby like the greatest sight in the world (minus the fact he’s still got grains of sand under his tongue). He shakes his mind from your hypnotic glory before reassuring Tommy that everything is one day at a time.

Tommy agrees. “I just needed a minute to process it. I think—I’m actually—well… I’m excited…?”

You chuckle. “Is that a question?”

“I mean… I don’t know. I never gave it a thought. Never thought family life was for me. Maria is all for me, but I didn’t… I never really thought about having a family with her till …uh.”

“Till you saw how freaking awesome we are,” you boast proudly with your hands on your hips. Sarah has no idea what’s going on, but one look at you, your head held high with a dignified glint in your eye and sun radiating off you like the queen you are, and the little one mimics your posture to the tee like a mini me.

Tommy giggles and shakes his head. “Yeah. Something like that.”

You kiss Sarah’s head with a big smooch before she goes back to making holes in the sand. 

“So you’re happy.”

He smiles. It’s soft, sincere, and so easy to overlook unless you knew what a genuine human being Tommy Miller can be once you strip back the ego and playful charisma. “I’m happy. But still … anxious.”

You can’t contain your inner excitement, shaking and then launching into a Tommy with the biggest, tightest hug you can muster as you swing him side to side. “Listen its gonna be rough sometimes but its gonna be magical, and I know you two are going to do great. You’re gonna be such a great dad Tommy, I know it.”

He’s relieved to hear it from someone for the first line. As if it was the one thing he needed to know.

“I love you, and I say this respectfully, but you better get your ass back over to her as soon as we get home.” You put your hand on his shoulder. 

“Yeah yeah I know.”

Your smile wains for a moment, quiet yet almost threatening. He can feel the tightening of your finger tips digging into his muscles.

Tommy picks up on your thoughts real quick.

 “You can’t get all angry at Maria just cuz she didn’t tell you first.”

“I guess I’m just CHOPPED LIVER to her, her BEST FRIEND and she doesn’t even—!” you start stammering, getting louder and more agitated before Joel puts his hand on your head like an off button. “I need to calm down.” You pinch your fingers to your thumbs and take a deep breath, channeling inner zen. It suddenly dawns on you, the convenient timing of this all. “Oh my god, I can’t wait!”

“For what?” Joel asks curiously.

“Um—to be an aunty! Sarah with a cousin!” You quickly reply. “Uncle Joel!”

Shit. 

Joel gives you a confused look. It definitely wasn’t what you were gonna say. He knows that.

“Are you—?”

“Hot dogs!” Sarah shouts, pointing towards the cart that is sizzling up some fresh wieners and whose scent is wafting into your baby’s bloodhound-like nose. Thank goodness for it, as Joel and Tommy are seemingly distracted now with their equally hungry bellies.

Joel stands and dusts off his creaky knees from the sand. “You want one, babe?” He offers a hand out to help.

You rub your belly with a frown. “I’m good, I’m just gonna sit here for a bit. You go get her two.”

He winks at you before rushing off to Sarah, who’s already dragging Tommy to the cart about to con him in getting her some ice cream too.

-

By the End of day, everyone has warm skin, dried hair, droopy eyes. Sarah and Tommy and passed out on each other in the back. Tommy’s skin is tender to the touch, already starting to flake since he didn't want sun screen. 

Joel drives silently. He looks at you, who's slowly succumbing to sleep on the passenger as you stare out the window peacefully. 

At home, you rinse Sarah’s hair in bath and she's barely able to sit up. You pat her dry before she collapses in bed. 

Joel asks Tommy to watch after Sarah. The younger Miller nods, crashing on the couch with the fan on high.

“Psst!” Joel taps your shoulder. You were about to get undressed yourself when he nodded his head to follow. 

“What?” You ask curiously, closing the front door behind you as he sneaks you off to the community pool that’s closed after 6. Joel had maintenance keys to do any service stuff for the neighborhood, which included access 24 hours.

“Are you breaking into the pool?” You scoff.

“Me? No. I got clearance to work here. You? Yeah. Sneaky bad girl—“

The gate clicks open and Joel ropes you inside quickly.

You giggle as he latches the gate shut, his arm still around your waist. “What are we doing here, Miller?”

“What? It’s adult swim hour.” He draws you in close, his body pressed against yours. “Don’t ya wanna go skinny dipping’ with me?”

“I’m gonna keep my suit on this time.” You strip off your shirt and soaked shorts, and Joel does the same, making sure to watch you fully before he blinds himself with his own shirt.

You slip into the pool, sighing. It’s calm and quiet, cool to your sun-warmed skin. You were looking forward to just floating and unwinding until—

Joel rushes to you, wading in the water. You let out a shriek as he grabs your ass under water and wraps your legs around him. Cupping your face and kissing you, he backs you up against the wall. 

“I wanted to do this all day,” he rasps, sucking your neck with passionate kisses. “You look so fuckin’ amazing.”

Despite the arousal, the needy whimpers you let out as he ruts his hard on against the seam of your crotch, you gulp. Your mind had been distracted all day, but now seemed like a good a time as ever.

"I had that appointment,” you tell him softly.

He continues to pepper you with hot kisses, taking your bathing suit strap down your shoulders. Mmm? Which one?" He bites into your shoulder blade teasingly.

"Ya know. With Spoon being protective around me..."

"Yeah, she loves ya,” he hums. He pulls your body flush against his, feeling the hard and soft outline of his torso and chest. 

“…And… all the Pepsi, I’ve been drinking.”

He chuckles softly. "That ain't a medical emergency baby.” He continues to kiss down your neck. “Besides, ya only get like that when you're...." 

He stops kissing, pulling away with realization in his eyes. H parts his lips, as if he’s let out a breath but hasn’t sucked another in. Looking to you, really, genuinely, as if it’s the first time today he’s actually put all his attention to you. Consciously knowing he should have known the whole damn time.

And you confirm it all with casual smile:

“I’m pregnant.” 

There’s a frog that croaks from the grass next to you. The water filter plugging every so often in the distance.

"You’re....pregnant,” he repeats.

"Um yeah. What do you … think about that?”

He tries to find the correct words. Its like a bunch of lines of code are rambling through his brain, visibly on his face, but he can't help the first honest thought that tumbles out his mouth: “My dick is hard.”

You both combust into laughter.

He rubs his forehead on your collar embarrassingly. “I’m sorry shit that’s… that was my first thought. Oh my god, are you serious? Like really???"

You nod biting your lip.

"Holy shit, oh my god thats--! Wait are you… are you okay, are you excited? I mean, shit, I know we talked about it, kinda, but—but you don't have to be, we don’t have to--"

You can’t hide the gleeful smile bursting through your teeth. “I’m excited.”

He hugs and kisses you. “Me too!” He lets out a breath before gyrating his hips deeper against you, grinding the excitement directly against your cunt. “M’sorry, I cant help it. Fuck oh my god."

“Me too—Joel—please—I want to—“

He slips himself out of his trousers while rubbing your clit through your bottoms. "I knew you were glowing today. Thought it was just me. Fuck. Gonna make me a Daddy again. Wife's got such a fertile pussy. Shit. When do ya think it was?"

"That night--in the car. We went onna date"

"Shit really did breed ya on some back road. Fuck—“ he squeezes his eyes tight. “M’ not gonna last.”

“Should we be—doing this? In the pool? Thought no bodily fluids…”

“Its fine—I’ll clean it—“ he hastily rubs himself against your entrance

You chuckle. “The whole pool? That’s too much. We can get out and—“

“No—baby fuck I gotta have you now. Can’t wait another—“he slips his tip inside, and the two of you groan, frozen and clinging to one another. “ahhhhhh—second.”

You wrap your arms around his broach shoulders tightly, your noses rubbing against one another. You both huff, mouths gaping. You begin to ride him slowly. 

“That’s my girl—that’s my momma,” he groans. One meaty hand is planted firmly under your ass, assisting your bounces, the other flat against the pool edge, holding you up so you don’t bruise your back. His biceps flex deliciously in the water. 

You feel dizzy and alive all at once. Panting against one another, neither of you can contain your excited smirks. The thrill of your pregnancy, of doing it in a pool, of being sneaky and yet being the age you are now…it felt surreal. 

Or maybe that was just the pregnancy hormones all over again…

It’s as if he read your mind. “Holy fuck I can’t wait—I can’t wait—“ he mumbles again and again. He’s thinking about your body, your belly, breasts, milk, 2am cravings and baby shoes and a new crib he can make, strollers and car seats and you and his whole family in his arms—

“I love you so much,” you keen. He fills you just right. He always had. A damn professional at making you sing every time. 

“I love you.” He thrusts a little more incessantly, as best he can through the water. Your bodies ripple waves outwards from your motions, disturbing the pool’s serenity. 

“We’re gonna have a baby,” you jeer.

“F-fuck—say it again—“ he growls.

“Gonna—gonna be a mommy—make you a Daddy again—!“

“More—Fuck—gimme more—“

neither of you have more to give at the moment. Seizing up, fingers clawing into one another’s skin, you both gasp, stilling with his cock rammed deep into you until you could feel his balls twitch against your bottom. He lets out an animalistic grunt with the first squirt of his cream into you, and your walls soon follow with perfect flutters that has him stuttering.

“I’m —so in love—“ he gasps, teeth grinding as he ruts his seed deep into you. He can barely see straight. 

“Me—me too,” you moan. You feel like you’re on fire despite the cool water surrounding you. Everything hot and tense and heavenly as you ride out that high. 

It takes a moment for you two to relax, still wrapped in each other’s embrace. It feels like home.

As he’s huffing into your shoulder, he starts laughing. Big and hearty and full of love. “You know what this means?”

You shake your head.

“I can finally kick Tommy out of family gatherings!”

You roll your eyes, unable to hide your own smirk.

“FOUR!” He shouts. “I’M GONNA HAVE ANOTHER BABY! That Makes FOUR OF US! Fantastic F—!”

You slap your palm over his lips. “Have you forgotten we’re not supposed to be here??”

He shrugs, kissing your hand instead.

You get yourselves as decent as possible before sneaking back out and over to your house. What was a very exhausting day just reinvigorated both your spirits for the rest of the night.

Tommy is still drooling into the couch when you tip toe back inside with shushed giggles.

“Oh my god—“ you gasp. Your earlier thought dawning on you.

Joel cups your belly, holding you close. “What is it?”

You smash his cheeks with both hands. “Maria and I are both going to have babies—together!”

Joel’s face frowns despite your obvious excitement. He glances at Tommy—the poor bastard having no idea what storm is about to hit.

You stomp your feet happily, smiling like a clown. But it quickly fades, and suddenly you’re breathing heavily, eyes shining with tears that begin to spill.

“What—what’s wrong baby?”

“I— I don’t—“ you hiccup and sniffle, unable to hide your emotional turmoil. “I want—I want—“

He’s desperately wiping your sudden tears with his thumbs, terrified of what’s going on right now.

“I WANT A MILKSHAAAAAKKKEEEE!” You bawl, finally tilting your head back and crying loudly into the air.

Tommy stirs awake, confused. “What’s wrong? What the hell did you do?”

Joel stares off at him. Jesus. it’s absolutely insane how quickly it all was happening again.

Sarah walks into the living room, awakened by your raucous crying. She rubs her eyeballs. “W-what’s wrong with—mommy?” She asks, concern dripping from her voice. 

“Nothing baby, mommy is just—“

But the sounds of your loud, child-like sobs triggers Sarah’s worry, making her eyes water and tears spilling too.

Now both of you were crying.

Tommy covers his ears, looking between the two of you. “What is happening!”

The older, very older, Miller just puts his hands on his hips. He’s certain by the end of this pregnancy, he’ll lose full hearing in his left ear.

“We’ve got a rough year ahead of us, brother.”

Tommy tilts his head. “We?”

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Huntrix HCs Kpop Demon Hunters

Rumi

Genuine workaholic to the point where she has to constantly be doing something productive

Has stayed up for days at a time, often needing to take melatonin pills in order to sleep properly

Rumi, Zoey and Bobby will now constantly make sure she’s actually in bed resting, sometimes having ‘sleepovers’ in one room to do so

Loves having a sense of control over everything, causing her to schedule out the entire day for her and the other members down to the smallest detail

Extremely guarded around others, in a way where most people don’t notice cause she’s always so nice

Is more open with sharing her true self and feelings with the other members, especially since they’ve been together for so long

Took a while to warm up to Bobby, even after him being their manager and even distanced herself from him because he wasn’t a Hunter

Loves him now though, and spends a lot of time with him when it comes to handling more of the business side of things

Will often involve herself in meetings so she knows the direction things are going in and to protect the creative vision her and the other members have made

Also does it so she knows the fans are being taken care of as well, such as making sure they aren’t getting ripped off with any ticket or merch pricing

Definitely has security objects that carry emotional sentiment

Such as a stuffed animal from her childhood, pieces of jewellery from her mother, a spiked bracelet Mira made for her birthday, a note from Zoey during their debut days, Jinu’s bracelet-

Bobby is the only one who knows about all of these items, making sure each one is accounted for when they move on tour

Extremely good at hair care and takes it very seriously

She has dedicated self-care days for it, which she bonds with Mira over

Also very good at makeup, since she had to cover her markings for so long and got self conscious of them showing while she was growing up

If it’s not for a performance or interview, she prefers to wear more simplistic and/or comfy clothing

Genuinely does have voice problems sometimes since she overworks himself, but will often think this is because of her demon blood and stresses out about losing her voice sometimes

Mira

Loves trying new and eccentric styles, handling a lot of the aesthetics when it comes to performances, award shows, interviews etc

Choreographs basically all of the dances, and loves working with other people in that industry so she can get new inspiration

Teaches on the side, especially to up and coming idols who also want to work in the industry

Has developed some bone problems from trying too many complicated moves, which is why she takes her relaxing periods very seriously

Also because she just loves to chill out with the other group members and not be productive for once

The ambassador to a lot of high luxury brands, and has gotten a lot of items designed for her (i.e: a signature perfume, outfit, lipstick etc)

Definitely gets the group the most collabs due to her connections, whether that be for dancing or marketing deals

Fangirls with Zoey over a few specific celebrities or other idols, especially if they get to collab with them at some point

Hypes up the fans’ most insane behaviours, like when she comments on posts supporting a Huntrix tattoo or when they name their kids after the members

This is because she’s done some crazy things when she was younger, including graffiti, shoplifting, getting into fights etc

She did this as a way of acting out because she always felt like the black sheep of her family, with most of them scolding or just flat out ignoring her when she did anything they thought was too ‘different’

This caused her to overthink a lot when she was younger, making communication extremely important to her

Has one younger sibling she keeps in touch with, making sure they’re keeping up with school and making friends

Other than that, she doesn’t really talk to anyone else in her family since they still don’t respect her

Definitely had to take anger management classes since she didn’t know how to handle her emotions, but now she channels this energy into her more creative talents

Handmakes a lot of the group’s outfits and accessories

Does a lot of arts and crafts with Zoey because of it

Extremely protective and possessive over her friends, to the point she considers them family

Zoey

The creative side of her brain is always turned on, causing her to daydream a lot and randomly get new ideas for songs

Prefers to handwrite, so she always has a notebook on her with random lyrics and drafts

Takes pictures all the time, and has a bunch of different types of camera in her room and is always trying out new techniques

Has randomly set up a dark room in whatever suite the group is in while on tour multiple times

She has stacks of scrapbooks in her room because of this, filled with memories and photographs from whenever they’re on tour and with the fans

Doesn’t have a specific music taste and will genuinely listen to whatever, always having an airpod in at least one of her ears

The others think she might be partially deaf because of it though since she won’t respond a lot of the time when they call her name

Has introduced so many new artists and genres to the group members, causing their discography to have a variety of styles

Responsible for a lot of the celebrity features the group gets, since she loves talking with other artist about their creative process so she can get new inpiration

Most interactive with the fans during the concerts, to the point where Bobby is always on edge when she goes on stage

Has jumped into the crowd before and just disappeared, only showing up at the suite near the end with a bunch of fans she befriended

Travels the most out of everyone in the group so she can go back home to Burbank

Introduces the other members to more American things, and enjoys the culture shock they get

The group was genuinely impressed when they saw how good she was at skateboarding, and definitely implemented it into their performance at least once

She learnt how from the other kids in her neighbourhood, since she grew up in a very tight knit community and considered all of them family

However this caused her to feel like she constantly had to prove herself in such a large group, making her to be a bit too much of a people pleaser and overly trusting

Does have difficulty standing up for herself, but will get furious the moment any of her loved ones are being messed with

Runs the social media account for Huntrix and keep the other girls on top of trends

Has gained a lot of influencer connections that way, and has multiple accounts for her artworks, photography and behind-the-scenes tour videos

Also posts a lot about the random side quests she does, often dragging the other members into it

Keeps in touch with the most international fans out of everyone in the group, taking advantage of the fact she’s bilingual

Has an insecurity of her English or Korean not being good enough, and not fitting in with either side

The most brain rotted out of everyone in the group, with only Bobby being able to match her energy

[mareastrorum]

This is only half a thought so far, but maybe other people want to chime in.

I’m doing Watch Machina (currently at episode 15) and Nein Again (currently at episode 21) while I also keep up with current Critical Role content (Age of Umbra episode 4) and something that bothers me a little is Matt’s current method of narration.

In C1, Matt’s style is very informal with regard to the narration. There’s little added drama via his tone, pace, or choice of words. “Toothy maw” became a meme pretty quickly, but the point of every description was to efficiently set the scene so the players could start their RP and choose what to do. There wasn’t as much precision with his descriptions, and of course that is a talent that takes a long time to hone when you’re describing lots of different things over the course of several hours. However, the narration was far less formal and calculated than his NPC dialogue, so (in combination with voice acting) it was very easy to determine when Matt was in character or not. It wasn’t a bad thing; Matt’s very casual narration and formal dialogue leading up to the Chroma Conclave’s attack on Emon was excellent because it was so sudden, leading the players and the audience to experience the exact same shock the NPCs would have. It’s not a bad way to narrate. If anything, it made the heartfelt moments so poignant, especially at the end of the campaign. That description of snow drops would not have been nearly as impactful if Matt had narrated that way all the time.

In C2, Matt started getting more descriptive and slowed down his narration to match. As Aabria would put it, he “paints a word picture” and includes more environmental storytelling for the setting itself, not just things for the characters to expressly interact with. I think this is part of what led to the Nein interacting with the set dressing more: Matt mentioned it, so it must be important! This led to some fun hijinks as time went on, and it gave Wildemount a different feeling than Tal’dorei. I couldn’t tell you that Emon had a particular vibe to it other than it being a big city, but howdy do we know that Berleben is full of nosy, bored people in a smelly swamp, and we sure know that Zadash is a bustling city with stark class segregation while Nicodranas is a beautiful trade hub with a mixture of different cultures. I think part of that may have come from working on the source books (they have similar language for the plot hooks and location entries). However, that method of narration was mostly limited to first descriptions of a new place or events (“cutscenes” like the attack in Zadash). Within a scene, Matt was still fairly casual in his discussions with the players.

But currently in Age of Umbra, and with a good chunk of C3, Matt’s narration is far more deliberate. There is a consistently slower pace compared to earlier campaigns, usually only speeding up in combat. Part of that may be for production purposes (easier for transcriptions and closed captioning), but it also impacts the pacing of the game itself. There’s also that presence of a new character: the narrator himself has a voice, and that is now part of the story. It’s extremely noticeable when the cast gets Matt to “break character” as the narrator to only be a DM. It requires a baseline level of formality for that to happen, and Matt committed to it in nearly every scene, regardless of the context of the scene. While that doesn’t feel all that strange for Age of Umbra (it fits well with the soulsborne style of game), it does make me realize that it’s part of why C3 felt incongruous. Like, sorry about the dead horse, but I was expecting C3 to be pulpy, which very much benefits from the narration style of C1 rather than the formal narration style Matt prefers currently. Punchy, informal narration sets a player expectation of “you’re here to get something done and I’ll tell you if it works,” while the current style instead lends itself to “you’re part of my story and this is the tone.” The former is great for fast-paced roleplay and the latter is suited to unhurried storytelling—which wouldn’t feel as mismatched if C3 hadn’t been a story where the PCs needed to prevent a second calamity within the course of a few weeks.

I wouldn’t go so far as to say that this was a mistake. Matt clearly enjoys how he narrates currently, and every DM is entitled to their preference. However, I think there’s a lesson in here that varying the narration style to match the purpose of the scene and story would benefit the players and the audience.

To be fair here, Matt is not the only DM who doesn’t mix it up very often. Brennan Lee Mulligan (Dimension 20) is far closer to the C1 style of fast, informal narration with very limited, specific instances where he would slow down for drama; there is no “narrator” character in his players’ story. D20 has a far more casual tone to its seasons than CR does in its campaigns. Luis Carazo (Tales Unrolled) narrates similarly to Matt, with a focus on instilling an emotional reaction for the players to deal with, and the players collaboratively join Luis as the narrator for their own characters; it’s a back and forth where the DM and players contribute to that additional presence. Tales Unrolled is on the opposite end of the spectrum from D20, with a clear feeling that it is a storytelling experience.

Again, choosing one narration style over another isn’t necessarily a flaw. However, I think varied narration is a tool that most DMs underutilize. If used carefully, adjusting narration styles within sessions on the fly could enhance the experience of an Actual Play campaign for everyone involved. It could be used as a signal to the players for what type of scene this will be or when a scene is shifting. It could also signal to performers in a show for pacing within an episode (hijinks are over, time for some drama; time to cool down from the tension).

But, as always, it’s easier to point stuff out like this than it is to do it in practice.

[shaysplanet]

what vampires are like in my twilight dr !

because i did change certain things from canon since stephanie is actually unhinged omg??? if this does well i'll do a pt. 2 and 3 and… yk how this works already

vampires have hard skin compared to humans, it is as if a human muscle was tensed but all over a vampire body 24/7.

75° F body temperature. they have a working heart but it doesn’t pump blood, it pumps venom through their veins which gives them their icy temperature. It also doesn’t accelerate—their heart beats steadily, as if on a loop.

vampires look their most alluring after feeding (3 days before the dark circles return). feeding does affect the strength capabilities of a vampire but the type of blood they drink does not.

vampires do not sparkle in the sunlight, but do carry a subtle luminescence, not to the point where it’s blinding but to a point where if a human eyes looks at them too hard, they’ll know something is different.

vampires are naturally incredibly still. they don’t need to blink or breathe for long periods of time.

vampires on an animal diet have an easier time creating connections and bonds than vampires on a human diet as the time away from human blood limits their ravenous frenzies and allows them to keep a greater sense of empathy.

vampires can eat human food though it gives them no nutritional benefit. the venom in their systems will simply break the food down quicker than the acid within a human system.

once turned, they lose some pigment in their skin and become paler/cooler in complexion (because of the loss of blood) but will still ethnically look the race they were born. vampires of all races exist around the world.

vampires do not have fangs contrary to how they’re portrayed in folklore. their teeth are incredibly sharp and cut through skin like butter. venom slicks their tongues and coats their mouth similarly to saliva which is how people are turned.

the reason evidence of vampire attacks always seems so brutal is because of the frenzied state vamps get locked into the moment they taste human blood. a vampire with enough restraint to turn a human instead of mangle its body is few and far between.

once turned, the appearance freezes at the age you were turned but not the mind. the only massive change that takes place in a vampire’s lifetime is if they find a mate (they only mate with one person their entire lifespan). finding a mate is rare for vampires on human diets.

vampires don’t become exceptionally attractive unless they were attractive as humans.

however, most vampires are choosy when it comes to producing newborns so even with that knowledge, it’s rare to find a vampire that is not spectacularly beautiful.

the only vampires that will always be extraordinarily beautiful are immortal children. vampires around the age of 2-6 have an extreme pull on anyone due to the pheromones they release as toddlers and the natural inclination to protect babies that humans are born with. this is why immortal children are illegal.

when the Cullens aren’t being watched by humans (not including me) they’re incredibly peculiar.

a vampire will always view a human as prey first, even the ones who don’t partake in human blood can’t help their predatory inclinations. however bonds can still be formed with humans overtime which heightens a vampire’s compassion.

a vampire’s scent is rich and intoxicating, with hints of dark spices, sweet vanilla, and a touch of metallic twang.

a vampire is practically indestructible. their skin is near impenetrable, only being able to be harmed by another supernatural creature. their regenerative factor is nearly faster than the speed of light. they can easily lift objects that are several hundred times their weight, potentially even thousands while in their newborn state. they run upwards of 120 miles per hour (Edward is the fastest vampire Carlisle’s met and he runs close to 140).

the only ways to kill a vampire are to dismember it and burn the body or smite the vampire’s immortality and dismember it afterwards (the seraphic way).

shapeshifters have the most potent scent to vampires as it’s not at all appealing to their appetite so they recognize it immediately.

[platypus-brained]

Is Linda a bad Mom?

Is this a “yes” or “no” question? Is it more complicated? Ultimately, that’s up to you!

Is she the best cartoon Mom? No, she has obvious flaws but in my opinion she’s not all bad! Especially compared to Doofenshmirtz’s Mom!!!

But I understand why some people don’t like her and viewer perspective plays a key role. A younger audience is more likely to see Linda as a bad Mom, while an older audience is more likely to see the bigger picture (and it can depend on the amount of times you’ve watched the show)

Angry that Linda doesn’t see what the boys do? Yes, it can be very annoying but it’s not really her fault because the show intentionally keeps Linda unaware if we apply real world logic, so the real blame is the “mysterious force” and the script

Also Linda’s in her 40s to 50s so it makes sense she’s struggling to believe or keep up with her hyper 15 year old daughter (16 in the revival) but she still continuously answers her phone to come home and lets Candace drag her to the backyard

Think that Linda calls Candace “crazy” or is a “dismissive” or “neglectful” Mom? Yes, there are instances that support this but think about real world logic again because we the viewers see everything but Linda doesn’t. Also think how when Candace screams at Linda that the boys have build some crazy thing EVERY single day and Linda repeatedly doesn’t see anything then those words lose all meaning

How you’d feel if you had someone who kept interrupting you every time you were shopping, cooking, watching a movie, hanging with friends, at the dentist, sleeping, etc to try to show you something you never actually see? Linda has dealt with that for months if not YEARS

You can roll your eyes at me, but admit there’s truth in the points I’ve made! If you can’t see it then you’re in denial just like how Linda’s in denial that her kids have more than “overactive imaginations”

Anyway, I’m going to go over some episodes in non-chronological order that indicate Linda is a good parent (not perfect but not bad)

Don’t like long posts? Then this isn’t for you😅

(By the way, I’m not counting what Linda does in “Phineas and Ferb get Busted” because that was a dream within a dream within a dream)

• In the episode “Mom’s Birthday” Linda is shown to love and appreciate everything that her kids do for her! And even though she's unaware that Candace’s efforts were unintentionally overshadowed by what Phineas and Ferb did, Linda does mention more than once that she doesn’t want the boys to overdo it:

“Oh, wow. You boys really outdid yourselves.”

“Oh, those boys are too much!”

“Oh, I hope the boys don’t go overboard with my present.”

And she asks where Candace is because she wants to spend time with her too: “Candace? Candace? Where’d she go?” Then later she asks Candace to sit next to her: “Candace, honey, come join us. The boys have put together a little video.”

Then Phineas and Ferb’s video reveals the song Candace wrote:

Phineas: “But a true testament to what a great Mom you are, is that your daughter would take the time to write this song.”

*The video reveals Candace practicing her “I Love You Mom” song in the music room*

Linda shreds a tear and goes over to hug Candace then says, “What a beautiful song, honey!”

And tells Lawrence on a video call: “The boys threw me the greatest party. And Candace wrote me this really amazing song.” Which brings a smile to Candace’s face!

(-> Here’s Candace’s full song on YouTube <-)

• Speaking of birthdays, in “Candace Loses Her Head” Linda makes Candace a birthday breakfast: “Happy birthday, Candace! I made you a special breakfast!” *holds a plate with a stack of pancakes with whipped cream, syrup, and a birthday candle on top*

Then the boys make them go to Mt. Rushmore and Linda offers to buy Candace anything she wants in the gift shop (at least she’s trying)

Linda: “Okay, Candace. It’s your birthday, you can pick out anything you want. Ooh, what about the Mt. Rushmore bobble head?”

Candace: “Mom, that's lame.”

But during the end credits Jeremy gifts Candace the same Mt. Rushmore bobble heads because he saw her looking at them and she immediately loves it and calls today the best birthday ever

Also before Linda can see the statue of Candace’s face it explodes with lava but Linda mistakenly believes Candace was talking about the president monument and says: “You're right! It's beautiful! *hugs her* Happy birthday, honey. *kisses Candace on the cheek* Now let's go find your father.”

• Another birthday episode is “Phineas’ Birthday Clip-O-Rama!” where Linda is shown frosting the cake for her son’s birthday party: “Where are you, Candace? You promised you’d help frost the cake after you got Phineas’s present.” And later serving it to the party guests: “All right, everybody. *standing next to a cake with a Phineas ornament on top* Who wants cake?”

• In “Out of Toon” Candace tries to call Linda and her voicemail says: “Hi, this is Mom. Leave your psychotic rant about the boys when you hear the beep.”

And before you go Ah ha! Proof Linda’s a bad Mom! listen to the voicemail Candace leaves: “Uhh! Mom, come home quick! There’s a giant mob, I’m a super fiend, I’m roasting them with laser vision! Hey, what do you mean, psychotic rant?”

Candace is talking about how Phineas and Ferb made her the super villain in their cartoon show (ironic) but her wording definitely doesn’t help her case of it not being a “psychotic rant” and at the end of the episode this exchange happens:

Linda: “Well, I’m here. Now, where’s this giant animation studio?”

Candace: “It got up and it danced away.”

Linda: “It what?”

Candace: “It got up and it danced away.”

Linda: “It got up and danced away…?”

Candace: “See? It even sounds crazy when you say it. I'll be in my room.”

• Another time Candace says something unbelievable to her Mom (that I want to bring up because it’s funny) is in “Split Personality” when Candace tells her the boys “made” her:

Busting Candace: “Mom, Phineas and Ferb made me!”

Linda: “Um, I’ve got some stretch marks that would say otherwise.”

Busting Candace: “No, I mean, they split me in half! Well, not like I’m cut in half, but they’ve made another me.”

• In “Tour de Ferb” Linda just got out of the shower and Candace picks up her up against her will and puts her Mom in her bicycle basket while Linda’s only wearing towels and a robe but instead of getting super mad about this (wouldn’t you?) Linda is glad that she picked that day to wear her bike helmet into the shower

Candace: *picks Linda up* “I know where the last obstacle is. Hee-hee-hee-hee.”

Linda: “Whoa! Whoa! *gets placed in the bicycle basket* Candace, I'm not even dressed!

Candace: “Sorry Mom, it’s an emergency!”

Linda: “Luckily, I picked today to wear my bike helmet into the shower.”

• In “Lawn Gnome Beach Party of Terror” Linda gets worried when Candace hasn’t called her like usual and leaves the spa to go see what’s wrong: “Something is very wrong. Not a single call from Candace. *checks her phone* Not even a text message. Oga hose me down. I'm going home.”

Then she calls Candace while driving home:

Linda: “Uh, Candace? Is everything okay?”

Candace: “Ohh, everything is just wonderful...”

Linda: “And...Phineas and Ferb? What are they doing?”

Candace: “Ohh, such wonderful things...”

Linda: “Candace, honey, I’m coming home.”

Candace: *breaks out of trance* “Wait, WHAT?”

Linda: “I’m right around the corner; I’ll be there in two minutes.”

Candace: “Wait! No Mom, you can’t!”

This is the first time we see Candace have fun with her brothers instead of trying to bust them, but her unusual behavior worries Linda enough that she leaves in the middle of her spa day to go home to see what’s going on to cause this change in routine. Sure, she “ruins” Candace’s time with Jeremy but it's mostly out of concern

• Something similar happens in “Tree to get ready” where Phineas and Ferb and Candace and Stacy are having a treehouse robot fight but Linda wonders why Candace hasn’t called:

Linda: “Hmm. That’s funny. I haven’t gotten the usual call from Candace.*gets phone out and calls her* Candace, honey, I’m at the car-wash, and I’m be heading home very soon. Bye bye.”

Candace: “Oh, no!”

Again Linda unintentionally “ruins” the fun but it works out in this episode since they all race back home and the treehouse robots break into normal treehouses before Linda gets there:

Linda: “Looks like you’re having fun.”

Phineas: “Well, Mom, you know what they say-” *Candace and Stacy throw a water balloon at him*

Ferb: “Fun never falls too far from the tree house.” *Also gets hit by a water balloon*

• In “It’s a Mud, Mud, Mud, Mud World” Linda goes to her cooking class and her cooking instructor breaks her phone after Lawrence called her about the boys having a monster truck in the backyard:

Chef Guilbaud: “Ahem. Madam Flynn, I have told you a hundred times, *uses meat tenderizer to break phone* No phone calls in class!”

Funny enough, his phone rings but it’s actually Candace asking to speak with Linda, implying this happened often enough that she has her Mom’s cooking instructor's contact information but Linda still picks up the phone despite being glared at and threatened

Candace: “Mom, I think the boys are building a monster truck.”

Linda: “Um, honey, I gotta go. No- B-Big chef. Big meat tenderizer in front of Mommy! Bye bye.”

• In “Ask a Foolish Question” she makes Phineas and Ferb homemade granola bars:

Linda: “Hey boys, want some fat-free whole-grain granola bars? They're still warm from the oven.”

Phineas: “Whole-grain and fat-free? *They each take a granola bar* You know us so well.”

Linda: “Yes, yes I do.”

Then the boys end up building a super computer just to ask it what’s the nicest thing they can do for Mom that day:

Phineas: “You know, Mom's always doing nice things for us. I think it's time that we did something nice for Mom!”

Then Linda goes out to use a coupon for a free hair styling from a new salon but she comes home with bags under her eyes and ugly yellow hair 

Candace: “Mom! Mom! Mom! Mo…*Stops when she sees Linda’s hair* Uhhhh....”

Linda: “I’m having a bad day.”

Candace: “Uh, never mind. Come on, come on, come on! *Pushes Linda into the backyard with eyes closed* It’s over here! It’s over here! See?”

And when Linda doesn’t see the giant super computer she complains that it’s too much that day: “You know, Candace, most days, this is just a little disturbing. But today, with the free coupon and this whole awful thing with my hair…”

But if you remember Phineas and Ferb had followed the super computer’s instructions and unknowingly fixed her hair:

Phineas: “We did something nice for Mom! We fixed her bad hairdo. Apparently.”

• In “Journey to the Center of Candace” (and in most other episodes) Linda takes an interest in what her kids plan to do that day

Linda: “What a beautiful summer day. Do you boys have anything exciting planned?”

Phineas: “We’re either gonna make this nuclear-powered submarine or this incredible shrinking ray. But for some reason, Ferb and I can't seem to make up our minds.”

Linda: “Well, I’ve made up my mind. *hugs Phineas and then hugs Ferb* You two have the most wonderful imaginations.”

But she’s in denial that her sons aren’t playing pretend so there’s a clear disconnect (too bad she’s unaware she’s a cartoon character)

Candace: “It’s real, you know.”

Linda: “What’s real, dear?”

Candace: “The submarine? The shrinking ray? They’re really gonna build that stuff.”

Phineas: “Well, actually we haven’t decided yet- *Candace uses her spoon to push Phineas away by his nose*

Candace: “Anyway, when I try to bust them, everything will just magically disappear. Always happens. you’ll see. Well, you won’t see. I'll see, trust me.”

Linda: “As usual, the imagination in this room is astounding!”

Hey, at least we know where Phineas gets his “oblivious genes” from

Also it’s hinted that her kids enjoy Linda’s cooking:

Phineas: “Ah tacos. You know who makes the best tacos? Mom!”

• In “Bee Day” Linda mentions how she and Candace played in an inflatable wading pool when she was little after seeing one: “Oh, look at that, an inflatable wading pool. Oh, it’s just like the one I used to play in with Candace when she was little. Remember, hon?”

This gives Phineas and Ferb the idea for what they’ll do that day. Then when Candace takes a teen identity magazine test and it tells her that she’s emo Linda is supportive: 

Linda: “Hi, honey. Love the new look.”

Candace: “You obviously don’t know me. Nobody does. And if somebody did, I’d just deny it.”

Linda: “Sweetie, I went through a similar phase when I was your age. Try writing some poems.”

Candace: “Whatever. I don’t care, No one gets me... Except my hair.”

Linda: “That's my girl.”

Candace is later seen writing poems under the tree, which means she followed Linda's suggestion. Bees deflate the giant inflatable wading pool before Linda comes outside to offer everyone iced tea, but she joins some kids in Candace’s old Ducky Momo one:

Linda: “Hey, kids! *Comes out with a tray with a pitcher and glasses of iced tea* Anyone up for some iced tea?”

Phineas: “Sure! Thanks, Mom!”

Linda: “Oh, look! You kids found Candace’s old wading pool! How sweet!”

Phineas: “We’re gonna have a pool party! Go ahead, wade away!”

Linda: *Dipping feet into the pool with Isabella, Holly, and Gretchen* “Aw, it’s just like old times.”

• In “Rollercoaster: The Musical!” Linda does call her “crazy” but Candace is getting in the way of her going grocery shopping for the who knows what time and she does suggest that Candace yell at the cheese in the grocery store until she feels better (which is funny since Candace is allergic to dairy and shows that Linda does care)

Candace: *Pulls Linda to where the poster used to be* “Here, look, look, look, look, look, see? I told you I'm not crazy! I told you!”

Linda: “And you’re not crazy because...?”

*Candace screams when she opens her eyes to see the poster’s gone*

Linda: “I see your point, Candace. No crazy person would scream at a post like that. I’ll be in the dairy section if you want to come yell at some cheese. *goes off-screen then comes back* Would you like that, honey? Would you like to yell at some cheese?”

Candace: “A little.” *takes Linda’s offered hand*

Linda: “Well, c’mon, then.”

• In “What A Croc!” Linda is shown trusting Candace to be in charge while she’s not home more than she trusts her husband after seeing him watching “Horse in a Bookcase” with the boys

Linda: “Alright, Candace, I’m headed out to the zoo to do my volunteer work.”

Candace: “Which means I’m in charge.”

Linda: “Well, not really, ‘cause Dad’s here. Right, honey?”

*Cuts to Lawrence, Phineas, and Ferb in the living room watching Horse in a Bookcase*

Lawrence: “That’s right, dear.”

Linda: *Looks at Candace* “You’re in charge.”

Candace: *Smiles and opens the door for Linda* “Bye, Mom! Have fun at the zoo!”

• In “Backyard Aquarium” it’s shown that Linda’s favorite author wrote the book series “You & Your High-Strung Teen” which implies that Linda reads a lot of books to try to understand her daughter (with varying degrees of success)

Linda: “I’ve gotta tell you, I read your first book and I love it.”

Bridgette Oshinomi: “Do you have a high-strung teen at home?”

Linda: “Uh, you could say that. *her phone beeps* Oh, this must be her.”

Bridgette Oshinomi: “She sent you a picture? Lemme see.”

Linda: “Well...okay.”

Bridgette Oshinomi: “How bad can it be? After all, I've been through with my own- *sees picture of Candace’s up close face while screaming* Oh. I think that maybe you need the rest of the set. *gives her two books* Uh, and why don't you take a whack at that first book again?”

Funny enough, this Bridgette Oshinomi character is also a news reporter who reported about Phineas and Ferb’s Perry the Inaction Figure in “Toy to the World”

• In “Phineas and Ferb Interrupted” Linda wants to spend the whole day with Candace:

Linda: “Hey hon, I was just reading this article about mothers and daughters, and really listening to your teen. And I realized I’ve hardly seen you all summer, so for the whole day today, it’s you and me. Whatever you want to do, I’m all yours. Anything at all.”

Although they end up sitting there watching the boys do nothing exciting after they got hit by Doof’s Dull-and-Boring Inator:

Candace: “Phineas, come on! What is wrong with you guys?”

Linda: “Candace?”

Candace: “Mom...”

Linda: “How about if I go get some lunch and bring it back for us?”

Candace: “No, no, no, stay, stay! I'm really enjoying this quality time with you.” *kisses her on the cheek*

Linda: “Me too, sweetie!”

• In “Hip Hip Parade” Linda and Candace have a girl’s day out but Linda understandably wants Candace not to try to bust or obsess over her brothers:

Linda: “Candace, you have to promise me that you won’t obsess about Phineas and Ferb.”

Candace: “Yeah, sure Mom, I promise.”

Linda: “Don’t just promise this time. Raise your right hand. Do you, Candace Gertrude Flynn, solemnly swear not to obsess about your brothers, or you’ll suffer the Pharaoh’s Curse?”

Candace: “The Pharaoh’s Curse?”

Linda: “Yes or no?”

Candace: “Okay, yes.”

Linda: “Okay, now we can have fun.”

And Linda says how she enjoys spending time with Candace!

Linda: “See Candace? Isn’t this nice to just get away and enjoy a day together?”

Candace: “You’re right Mom, this is the best. I’m not even going to think about– Mm, you know. I’m not even going to say their names.”

Linda: “That’s the spirit.”

But Candace is Candace and she can’t resist her busting instincts:

Linda: “Candace, I’m having a great time with you today. See how relaxing it is when you’re not obsessing about your brothers?”

Candace: “I can’t take it anymore! Mom, I really tried my best to give you a day, but it’s… the boys. The boys! They’re in the parade! With giant floats! So come on, you gotta bust them.”

• The whole “Ladies and Gentlemen, Meet Max Modem!” episode where Candace learns her Mom was Lindana:

Candace: “Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom! You never told me you were a pop star!”

Linda: “Oh yeah! Well, that was long before you were born. It was fun, but I was happy to give it up to raise a family.”

Then Candace comes with Linda to a revival concert (-> Here’s a video of that on YouTube <-) and she wants her daughter to sing with her onstage:

Linda: “I wouldn’t be here without you, honey. You backed me up all the way. So it’s only right that you should back me up onstage.”

Candace: “Me? Sing?”

Linda: “Just relax. You'll do fine.” *Candace grins and gives her a thumbs up*

Candace then had the time of her life! She and Linda even dance together during “Alien Heart”

(There are more but I’ll end this post here)

[jiyongsangel]

Mornings with Kwon Jiyong, headcannons (G-Dragon)

Summary: headcannons on my take of what Jiyong would be like in the mornings

Warnings: some nsfw

A/n: I wrote this for my new tumblr friend @emmyf1 !! Hope yall enjoy it

♡︎ Definitely cuddles you all night so it’s a given you will wake up with him clinging to you.

♡︎ Usually he’s big spoon but sometimes he’ll want to be little spoon and you don’t mind that

♡︎ He usually has to be up early for his schedule however he leaves it until the very last minute to get up because he wants to stay in bed with you as long as he can.

♡︎ When he does get up he’ll gently wake you up usually with a forehead kiss so he gets the chance to say goodbye to you

♡︎ But when he doesn’t have his schedule.. trust me it’s a nightmare to get him out of bed.

ׂ╰┈➤

“Ji we have to get up” you said while trying to get out of his embrace.

You’re not successful though because he’ll just pull you straight back. “No Jagi 5 more minutes.” He says nuzzling his face into your hair.

He’d been saying that for the past hour.

♡︎ When you’re both awake but just laying together he’ll snuggle up really close to you and just gently pepper your neck and jaw with soft kisses while you bask in eachothers warmth.

♡︎ He will definitely tease you and your bed head.

ׂ╰┈➤

“You look so cute with your hair all messed up.” He’ll say between giggles.

You rolled your eyes going to reach for a hairbrush but not before he gets you in a playful headlock and ruffles your hair up even more.

“Nuh uh you’re not brushing it yet you look too cute.” He says while you try and wriggle out of his grip but he’s too strong.

♡︎ God forbid he wakes up before you. Luckily this is usually uncommon but if he does.. he will take so many photos of you passed out hard and send it to the group chat with the boys in.

♡︎ He loves watching you sleep, you look so cute snuggled up in one of his hoodies sleeping so peacefully. He will genuinely sit for ages just watching you and when you wake up he always pretends he wasn’t.

ׂ╰┈➤

“Were you watching me sleep again?” You said smirking.

He will be look away sheepishly pretending he wasn’t “no? Why would I be doing that.”

But the way he turned bright red gave it away.

“Because you’re a creep.” You said jokingly.

Nsfw ✧.*

♡︎ Morning sex is one of Jiyongs favourites, yall usually do it when he has no schedule

♡︎ He loves how gentle and chill it is, he’ll slowly go in and out of you while whispering how much he loves you and everything he loves about you in your ear.

♡︎ His aftercare is on point.

♡︎ he’ll make sure to clean you up by having a hot shower with him.

♡︎ You’ll stand in front of him while he hugs you from behind, kissing all the way down your upper body while hot water and steam envelopes both of you.

♡︎ He’ll dry you up in one of his nicest towels and get you changed into one of his hoodies and you’ll put some underwear on.

♡︎ He’ll make a cheeky remark when he sees all of the marks he made all over your neck, chest and inner thighs.

ׂ╰┈➤

“You look so pretty marked up, everyone will know you’re mine.” He says nipping your neck again leaving one more mark.

♡︎ He makes you breakfast, usually pancakes since they’re simple, but you don’t mind because he makes them so nice.

♡︎ Yall will probably spend his day off cuddling and watching movies together with Zoa and Iye joining you two.

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[viperify]

Im late but congrats on the 1k mar!!

If possible can i get the dating booth?

I'm a Gryffindor with some Slytherin tendencies, a Virgo. I enjoy DADA and Potions. My ideal date would probably be walking around Hogsmeade and checking out clothing/accessory stores. A few character traits of mine are being an extroverted introvert (veryyy talkative with the right people), artistic, in love with fashion, and painfully observant.

You deserve this, im happy you've reached this point and I can't wait to see everything you'll write in the future! ❤️

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A/N: hi baby!!! thank u sm for requesting and ur sweet sweet words. ilysm!!! <333 so sorry for the long wait, I am trying to catch up, I promise!!!

Weak sun rays tickle your skin when you pull aside the curtains of your window, letting light flood your dorm.

It’s a beautiful Saturday morning in late spring—deer grazing at the edge of the forest, fog slowly but surely lifting itself from the ground.

Especially beautiful because Mattheo invited you to a trip to Hogsmeade—one of your favourite places to spend a free afternoon. Strolling through narrow streets, checking out the shops’ displays.

Obviously also trying on various new outfits, accessories, dresses of the finest fabrics which you’d never be able to afford—not at the moment, at least.

After lunch, Mattheo picks you up at your dorm, a smile spreading on his lips as he takes your hand in his, leading you away from the busy corridors and towards Hogsmeade. 

As usual, you first end up in Madam Malkin’s shop. Walking through shelf after shelf of newly arrived summer clothes.

By the time you have seen everything, a pile of clothes has gathered on Mattheo’s arms—but he doesn’t complain, not once.

Not even when you take your time trying on everything—and ask for his opinion on every single piece.

“That skirt looks gorgeous on you,” he says, eyes scanning over your figure, stopping briefly at the ruffled hem against your skin.

“You say that every time.” You reply, rolling your eyes at him as he takes a step closer to run his fingers over the fabric, pulling you in for a kiss.

His eyes soften, tone gentle and genuine. “Because I mean it. You look stunning in everything you wear, sweetheart.”

“You’re no good help, Matty.” You tease playfully, disappearing behind the curtains again.

Mattheo proudly carries your bags around, just so you have free hands to feel and try on anything you want.

You stop at one particular window, displaying a short, red dress—your favourite shade of red, too. You’ve felt over it countless times, even tried it on—but never bought it.

It’s made of a soft, silky fabric, flowing nicely and not too thick—perfect for a little summer evening date.

“You should get it, you know.” He mutters, taking a step forward to stand beside you, looking at you—recognizing the spark in your eyes you always have whenever you want something.

“Maybe some day.” You reply, turning to head to your last stop for the day—the Three Broomsticks.

And when the night gets long, perhaps a little bit too long, your friends joining in for a few drinks—you don’t even notice Mattheo slipping away for a few minutes.

But what you do notice? The smirk on his face for the rest of the night.

And when you wake up the next morning, you realise why.

A white box, wrapped with a ribbon, waiting for you. You recognize the brand immediately—one of the finest dressmakers in England—specifically the designer of the dress you’ve wanted for months.

When you open the lid, your fingers brush over the material—soft, silky—familiar.

You don’t hesitate, immediately knocking on Mattheo’s door.

As soon as the door opens, he sees the impossibly happy look on your face as you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him.

And that’s how he knows it was all worth it.

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[penn-dragon]

Hey Penn I wanted to ask you some questions about Zosan:

1: Who feel In love First?

2: Why did Zoro or Sanji feel in love with the other?

I also wanted to say that I Love your artstyle its unique and beautyful. Hope your doing well and keep on the great Work!!

Hell yeah I’ll talk about zosan, also thank you so much!!

1. Zoro definitely fell in love first, or at the very least he acknowledges that he’s in love first. Zoro’s very straightforward and doesn’t question himself the way Sanji does so once he realizes what he’s feeling he’s just kind of like “I guess this is what we’re doing now.” It’s his first time falling in love so there’s a lot of complex emotions that come with that, but he’s not going to waste time lying to himself about it.

Sanji on the other hand is the runner track star of “can’t catch me, gay thoughts!!” He’s spent a long time suppressing the parts of himself he thinks are wrong so he doesn’t even notice it at first. Falling in love with Zoro really sneaks up on him. Sanji is very used to love burning hot and fast. He was unprepared to comprehend what it feels like when love creeps up on you and you suddenly find yourself looking at someone you’ve known for a while and where you think you should find annoyance all you feel is fondness. That TERRIFIES HIM. And he runs from that feeling for a good while before he finally accepts it.

2. Zoro LOVES having someone that pushes him to be better. There’s a reason his most significant relationship before the Straw Hats was the girl he desperately wanted to surpass. Zoro’s at his best when he has someone who challenges him every day. Sanji keeps him on his toes and their fights and their rivalry encourage him to always be better than he was yesterday. He loves that they fight, he loves that he has to go all out. The only other person who matches his strength is Luffy, but Luffy likes to roughhouse more than he likes to spar, it doesn’t have the same intensity. He loves that sometimes he kicks Sanji’s ass, sometimes he gets his ass kicked, and sometimes they’re deadlocked until they’re both sprawled out bruised and exhausted on the deck. He wants to fight with Sanji for the rest of their damn lives.

He also loves how kind Sanji is. Zoro himself isn’t unkind, but he’s not overly interested in going out of his way to help someone if it conflicts with his own self interest. But Sanji would give a stranger the shirt off his back and the food out of his mouth without being asked, and while Zoro doesn’t really understand it he recognizes it as a fundamental part of what makes Sanji Sanji.

Sanji loves how Zoro seems so stoic and hard on the outside but he’s really such a big teddy bear once you take the time to get to know him. Sanji’s known too many powerful men who leveraged that power to oppress the people around them, but Zoro isn’t like that. He’s strong enough to take down insanely powerful enemies but he lets his crew mates pick on him with only half-hearted threats everyone knows he wouldn’t follow through on. Zoro relishes a good fight, but he’s not needlessly cruel. He’s not the kind of man who would pick on those weaker than him to make himself feel strong.

He also loves how direct Zoro is. Sanji has a tendency to overthink and run himself in circles and oftentimes Zoro will interrupt his spiraling by saying something blunt and honest that Sanji wasn’t expecting because he just… hasn’t known a lot of people like that. He appreciates that (once they sort all their shit out) he doesn’t have to guess if Zoro is being straightforward with him. Zoro doesn’t say one thing when he means another, he doesn’t see the point in dancing around things, and that directness is something Sanji values. Zoro is solid, he’s an anchor for the entire crew. Sanji is the sky Zoro admires and Zoro is the earth that keeps Sanji grounded. (And Luffy is the sun that gives them both light and life.)

He also thinks Zoro is hot.. like really really hot. Stupidly hot it’s actually unfair how hot he is. He’s always allowed himself to admit that Zoro is objectively a good looking man, but once he admits he has feelings for him it’s like the floodgates open and he has to squint when he looks at him or he’ll get mad about how hot he is and then make it Zoro’s problem lmao

[ishestillapunk]

Everybody Wants A Piece Of Pedro Pascal

tags: grief, death.

a/n: it was so hard to write all this and not kick my sheets because of the whole photoshoot. he's beautiful.

I don't usually do this, well, I never done this, but today and after waking up to such a brilliant, raw and profound interview I see myself in the need of disecting piece by piece of this interview and the parts that touched a deep fiber in me.

You, of course, don't have to read this. I mean, not if you don't want to. I would say this is more mine than other thing, like, a precious stone I want to keep memory of how I felt when this article came out.

Don't you ever get that feeling that something is yours? like, not in a delulu and possesive way, but in a sort of thank you-way.

This interview—article, post. Damn, I don't know how to call it, forgive my scarce vocabulary in English—appeared like water in the desert for me. I had a long night of insomnia, very long, used to deal with it, and also with it came the lovely question that every 20 yo makes themselves at one point.

What the fuck am I doing with my damn life.

My phone buzzes when I finally decide to let go of it so I grab it again, and there it is. Our beloved pascalispunk. Oh, he looks hella good. I say looking at the pictures. Oh, it's Vanity Fair. I say and then, I think: Of course there is an interview. So I look up for it.

I read and then the first thing that moves my chest is:

Over lunch in London, Pascal is a grand raconteur who tells stories with his hands and uses funny voices and loves to swear and drink cocktails and murder a cheese plate. He doesn’t take himself too seriously. At the same time, he’ll press right up against the sad and raw and confusing parts of being alive. His insides are on his outsides. He cries easily. He laughs loudly.

Maybe it's the writing, maybe it's me that lately I've been overly sensitive. It must've been the wind. I joke in my head when I feel like I want to cry. Something I love deeply about this man that is Pedro, is that he never stops being human. You get me, right? Like, with some celebrities I get the kinda... fake feeling. Don't wanna sound rude towards others at all, but, he just gives me that genuine and true feeling. That's what I mean by human.

Personally, I never been a fan of an actor before. A celebrity, in general. It just used to ick me, like, why would I do that? I had nothing against it, it just wasn't part of my persona. But then, I remember the first time coming across a video of him. I guess, yeah. Maybe we all want a piece of Pedro.

Pascal tells me about his “give up” years, when he was a struggling actor in New York decimated by the sudden death of his beloved mother, Verónica.

I felt connected truly with Pedro when I learnt about his life. The struggle and loss. That feeling that nothing is going anywhere, you know? Like. Damn, what is it all this for? I kinda feel like humans (or some of us, dk, mind you) have to search comparisions to other people to feel okay on where they are at the moment and its something that lately has been happening to me. My search is literally:

'Directors that got succesful at an old age'

'How to publish my first book while being fucking poor'

'How do I live'

Is this non-stopping loop where everything mixes with everything and I feel too exhausted to leave my bed. Ends won't meet. Food lacks in the fridge. Mama is sad. But he has been in the same spot, and he's here to tell it.

Life hurts a bit less.

“In my 30s I was supposed to have a career,” he says. “Past 29 without a career meant that it was over, definitely.” Feeling hopeless, Pascal started researching other professions. But whenever he came close to bailing on his dream, friends and family would step in. “When Pedro would say, ‘I’m going to nursing school’ or ‘I’m going to be a theater teacher,’ it was just like ‘No, no, no, no! You’re too good!’” says his older sister, Javiera Balmaceda, now a producer at Amazon Studios. “He’s wanted to be an actor since he was four years old. The one thing we’d never allow Pedro to do was give up.”

And here it is. The first tears I shed.

I dropped out of college after a month in a course of studies that I thought it was perfect for me. Turns out, I felt like I was dying because there was no art in it and I was fucking dying. It was driving me apart of my soul, I would cry on my way to class, I would have no very very happy thoughts about life. Then, a crisis. Me hugging my mom's knees and telling her "Mama, I need art" and she sees me, the girl who only went to arts school for her whole teen years and grew up attached to her desk computer, pirated movies in the night and writing down stories that keep her awake.

And she told me. "It's okay. We'll figure it out"

I was embarrased to tell my friends what I did after that crisis. God, you went through a freaking exam, burnt your lashes studying, passed it and now you're saying you want to do cinema?

Well. Nobody said that.

What I mostly received was.

"That's awesome. You were about to waste your potential"

And something that sticks with me that a friend said.

"The world deserves to see something created by you".

If you're reading this, I want you and oblige you to take it as a signal.

 A New Yorker cartoon featured a therapist reassuring his client, “It’s not strange at all—lately, a lot of people are reporting that their faith in humanity is riding entirely on whether or not Pedro Pascal is as nice as he seems.” “Well, then,” Ramsey tells me, “I’m relieved for humanity.”

Bella. I love you, Bella.

On days when she (Veronica) didn’t have a babysitter, she’d drop him off at the movie theater. He remembers being seven and in heaven, able to squeeze in two and a half showings of Poltergeist before his mom returned for him. At home he’d reenact scenes of being sucked into the closet or slide across the kitchen floor. Balmaceda tells me, “When our parents got cable, the HBO song would come on and Pedro would run around the house yelling, ‘A movie is coming! A movie is coming!’” [...]He sat at a distance from his family as usual, preferring to be close to the screen. But then he started crying so loudly when Whoopi Goldberg’s Celie was being separated from her sister that his mother had to collect him and help him catch his breath outside. 

When he talks about his childhood memories, I become honey. It gives me the assertive feeling that he is the kind of person that talks and talks and talks, and tells and tells stories and never run off them, and never gets boring, and they are always sweet (or bittersweet but sweet in the end)

He makes me think about my childhood with another lens to look through. Less remorse. More a kind of let-go-of-it.

Drugs were everywhere. Pascal remembers being 16 and taking acid and calling his mother to check in and let her know he was going to spend the night out. “And she sighs and goes, ‘Oh.’ And that was not normal. And I was like ‘Wh-why?’ and she said, ‘Oh, no, I was just hoping that we would all go to a movie.’ I was just so drawn to that kind of maternal attention, so I said, ‘I’m coming!’” He rushed home and sat mute and paralyzed, tripping in the back seat as they drove to see John Sayles’s City of Hope.

yes, more tears over here.

“I was having a really hard time when I was 18, 19, 20,” Pascal tells me. “I was struggling really badly with insomnia. I was reading James Baldwin and watching movies like Once Were Warriors and Muriel’s Wedding. I just was like an open wound to the reality of life.” He pauses to smack the table with his hand, groaning and laughing at himself. “It sounds so fucking pretentious, but I felt at this crossroads of coming into an understanding of what an unjust world we live in. This world, and its lack of equanimity, is just too painful to bear. How do you live in it?”

This is the moment where I had to stop reading. I was literally a cascade at this point. I felt like that song Killing me softly with his song by The Fugees and the part that goes:

I felt he found my letters

Then read each one out loud

I prayed that he would finish

But he just kept right on

I felt like he just grabbed all my diaries, my letters, my notes on my laptop. Everything. And just read them out loud.

And I felt less lonely for a moment, less detached from reality. More grounded to this moment that is, maybe, a wake up call.

That there is still time.

His grief had no place in Los Angeles, with its isolating highways and traffic and sprawl. So he went home to New York City, where he’d made some headway as an actor after college, only to find that his early luck had run out. He lived in a seventh-floor apartment of an East Village walk-up. Every night he’d have a cigarette on his fire escape and watch the moon rise between the Twin Towers.

Suicide grief is something I've never had the opportunity—well, more like favour of spilling my guts out for once—to talk with anyone. I went through it alone, mostly. I always think that there is no place as lonely as oneselves head (is oneselve's a word? am I dealing already with the precious side effects of twenty years of insomnia?). Reading Pedro talking about grief is ligthening.

I use to make myself a question, every now and then:

'When does it stop?'

Maybe never. And it's okay.

"Listen, I want to protect the people I love. But it goes beyond that. Bullies make me fucking sick.”

Just wanted to highlight this. Everyone should have this kind of values.

In the car, Pascal gasps and points out the window. “Look at that cemetery, isn’t it gorgeous?” he says. He doesn’t want to be buried—just throw him in the ocean. “Fish food, fish food, fish food,” he says. “And yet, I find sometimes cemeteries are so beautiful.” So, yes, now we’re back to talking about death.

In the car to Downey’s house, Pascal points at the word “FAITH,” which someone has spray-painted on a wall. He scrunches up his face in mock disgust. He’s agnostic, practically an atheist—and yet. “I still feel like I’m being mothered sometimes. I feel her witness all around me. I don’t feel like any of this right now would be happening if it weren’t for her.” There was something magical about María Verónica Pascal Ureta. Her firstborn son misses everything about her. Her beauty. Her smell. How funny she was, and how funny she found farts. “She couldn’t get past a fart of any kind without it absolutely destabilizing her into hysterics,” says Pascal. “She thought they were the most brilliant, hilarious, wonderful thing in the world.” She was also “very deep-feeling, very complex, very, very out of reach in a way,” he adds.

I tell you that I did nothing more than laugh and cry with all this part. Is that kind of make peace with death vibe that he sometimes gives me and I just take as a life advice.

I can't get mad at something that is long gone.

That I don't know the answers to.

That is as invisible as the air, and painful as a healed fracture.

And that I have to live, for those who aren't here anymore.

So... I will finish with this:

Of all the performances in Pascal’s now formidable career, Balmaceda singles out the monologue she saw him deliver as a sophomore in high school. It was a piece Pascal had written about a bike path near their house in Corona del Mar, a neighborhood he couldn’t wait to escape. Onstage, he described how, at first, he’d cross this narrow path that went over a bridge on foot, then progressed to riding over it gingerly on his bike, then with just one hand on his handlebars, and then, finally, being able to cross over with his hands in the air.

I can't wait to escape this place. A home that keeps me warm but silences me. Hugs that don't feel comfortable or familiar anymore. A room that is too little for the dreams that move this soul. A roof that isn't strong enough to hold me from touching what it's-maybe-waiting for me.

Somewhere.

Kudos to Karen Valby for such a great article.

if someone read this whole thing, uhm, thank you!

keep loving Peps. 💜

[nagichi-boop]

I was thinking about Jevil and how he had a lot of lore in chapter 1 and then became seemingly irrelevant after defeating him. And as I was thinking, I started to realise that there may be some parallels between him and Kris’s SOUL. I am terrible at theory crafting, so I’ll use this post to share everything I noticed so that someone smarter than me might be able to make something of it.

(This post will contain spoilers for chapters 1-4.)

Cage/Imprisonment

While there are questions and theories regarding the meaning of parts of prophecy, it’s implied (unless something wild happens later) that Kris and their SOUL represent the part of the prophecy that says: “THE CAGE, WITH HUMAN SOUL AND PARTS.” The cage seems to refer to Kris, while the SOUL is…well, the SOUL.

Now to compare it to Jevil. I specifically want to focus on this part of his dialogue: “THEY LOST THE CHASE, AND LOCKED UP THEIR ENTIRE RACE. BUILDING A PRISON AROUND THE WHOLE WORLD. NOW I’M THE ONLY FREE ONE.” Susie and Ralsei remark how Jevil is the one who is locked up, but he doesn’t see it that way.

Kris is our cage. We are only ‘free’ when we are in them. Jevil says he’s free when he is seemingly locked away. I don’t know what the significance of this is (if there is any), but it’s just something I noticed.

Personality Changes

When you talk to Seam, he says the following about Jevil: “One day, he met a strange someone… and since then, he began to change. He started saying bizarre things that didn’t completely make since — but didn’t completely not make sense, either. Soon, he began to see the world as a game, and everyone as its participants.”

Something similar can be said of Kris’s relationship to their SOUL. For the most part, Kris recognises the need to have their SOUL in them and only sometimes protests against our actions as the player (eg seeming confused if we say we’ll take Berdly to the festival, biting their hand if we say we won’t ever play the piano in a dialogue to Susie, etc). Then of course we get the scenes where Kris removes their heart, either to stop us interfering with their actions or to stop us hearing certain information, depending on the context. The relationship between Kris and their SOUL is probably its own post, but I just wanted to establish that while Kris allows the SOUL to influence a lot of their actions, it’s clear that some of our choices conflict with their own morals.

Anyways, for my actual comparison now. There’s a scene in chapter 4 during the weird/Snowgrave route where Noelle asks to speak to Kris privately in her room. She talks about how she couldn’t sleep last night and that when she went out to catch her breath, she felt a hand on her wrist. She then says, “And then I heard your voice. Kris’s voice. You said, sorry for taking your watch, Noelle. You said, it was all a stupid prank.” She says a few more things, but then she says, “Kris, your voice, your deadpan, mumbly voice… even if you sounded kind of weak and shaky… I don’t know why, but it felt so long since I heard it. I even started sniffling! Haha! Kris, Kris you’re back…!”

It’s implied, then, that the SOUL’s morals and motivations are different to Kris’s. Sometimes they align, but clearly in the weird route, Kris doesn’t want to hurt Noelle. They specifically try to smooth things over with her while they aren’t under our influence. The rest of the scene only plays out as it does because we manage to escape and get back to them so we can dictate their actions. Anyways, the point is that even Noelle acknowledges that Kris has had a personality shift. I don’t know specifically what caused it (I did see a theory that the SOUL we control isn’t actually Kris’s but idk), but something caused Kris’s personality to shift. And when we aren’t in control of them, the ‘normal’ Kris returns.

We don’t yet know who the ‘someone’ is that Seam says made Jevil change, but perhaps that someone is actually the same as whoever caused Kris/their SOUL to change? Perhaps the Roaring Knight, but it’s hard to say if anyone else is involved yet. It seems at least that Jevil is aware of its existence because he mentions “THE HAND OF THE KNIGHT.”

Miscellaneous Points From Jevil’s Dialogue

These points are weaker than the other stuff I’ve mentioned, but I’ll include them anyways.

“THIS BODY CANNOT BE KILLED” — The SOUL persists, no matter how many times we lose.

“I CAN DO ANYTHING” — Similar to how we can do almost anything we want to when controlling Kris, even when it conflicts with their wishes (again, with one or two exceptions).

“CHAOS, CHAOS, CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!” — Kris’s struggle to contain the SOUL, especially when we aren’t in their body.

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Anyways, please feel free to add your own thoughts or theories to this! As I said, I’m not really good at theory-crafting, but I figured I’d put my thoughts down somewhere. Maybe none of this means anything, but it was fun to spot some parallels regardless!

[linkons-most-wanted]

My dear, I’ve been stuck in the time lock event + death and rebirth. Strap in for my rambles and get some tinfoil. Also I’m sure some of my little ideas have plot holes or inconsistencies but this is all fun speculation

I think the implications from in game and the way it’s been presented is our general “timeline” is beyond cloudfall, hunger games world, current story setting. If that’s the case, it kinda confirms Sylus did die and later reincarnated (still doesn’t disqualify him being a dragon tho 😩) then they got separated in the deepspace tunnel where things progress into the main story as we know it. In this, Sylus would regain his memories at some point. Perhaps similar to how for our current mc she’s getting it in bits and pieces. (This isn’t even touching on the conceptual eldritch horror? potential of her and what she is and him with energy because WOW my Bloodborne/Elden Ring days see cosmic beings and go “that’s scary shit right there”)

Here’s where I put on my tinfoil hat.

Sylus remembering things while mc doesn’t could very well be attributed to the very notion of energy itself. Regardless of if Sylus has multiple reincarnations or not, he always ends up remembering because energy cannot be created nor destroyed. (Thinking about where he says something akin to “to all your future crimes you’ll commit”, implying he remembers/knows lives beyond this one)

The inherent manipulation of energy makes it impossible for him to not remember as the energy itself holds echoes of the past and the forms it once existed as. While in the new story chapters we see mc witness countless deaths and rebirths ;D she’s the cycle of life and death itself it seems like. Being born, you know nothing. From the moment you exist you are learning. I think about how if you answer the ambition question “it’s like me, always searching for knowledge/truth” (paraphrase).

He remembers and protects her ambition because it’s just something so important to her… periods are hardly the first of her cycles he dealt with LOL “you think periods bother me when you consistently die and get reborn?”

Here’s MORE tinfoil for a hat to put on the hat.

Beyond cloudfall was the start of it all. Two souls defying fate so strongly they become one with the stars and space. In every lifetime, in the universe itself, they will find their way to each other.

Mc had to have a start somewhere and why not at the end of her life as an immensely powerful sorceress (dragon) knowing she was soulbound to her love that she herself cursed into perpetual existence.

So if Sylus always remembers and patiently awaits and follows wherever his soulmate goes, it’s no wonder he’s so secure with the relationship. (Not to mention his near “perfect” status skill wise ;p for his sake we’ll say that he doesn’t remember EVERYTHING, just the important-for-the-story bits.)

He says for him there are no worlds without you in it and he meant it. His patience is infinite because witnessing your brilliant soul persistently want and desire regardless of what life you take is something he craves and loves. It’s why he despises Ever so thoroughly, putting mc into a situation that forces the cycle. They took you and hurt you and ripped away the greatest parts that come with living and growing. The small details he gets to learn about while falling in love all over again are stolen several times over and that’s a debt EVER will never be able to pay in full.

If you’re a comet, shooting across the night sky, he’s the fiery trail you leave in your wake. There is no love purer than his. 🤧😩

Sorry it took me so long to reply, but I wanted to be sure my brain was online!! Because I LOVE THIS 🤩 I am STRAPPED IN

I actually have a different idea about the timeline tho! It's probably just my bias and my meta story brain, but I'd actually put the nebula gladiatorial combat first.

Because then what you get is:

Two astral children, born of universe stuff, created with the express purpose of fighting their peers so only one survives > they defy this fate somehow (we don't know how but maybe it's a teaser for Sylus's new myth this year since his team loves to foreshadow???) > they reincarnate on Philos as dragon/sorceress > this is why they're destined arch-nemeses, because the very nature of their initial existence pits them against each other in an "only one can survive" way > they defy their fate again > sorceress MC dies > adult dragon sylus reassembles and retains his continuity of memory, explaining why these are top-of-mind when he meets her in the N109 Zone

The nebula arena read as really primordial to me (eldtrich cosmic like you said!)--highly connected to MC's true nature as a force that can be reborn and absorb the planetary core of all possible branching timelines. (Which itself actually explicitly represents the power of love in its infinite incarnations and OMG I NEED to write a whole essay on this!!) It's that primordial-ness that makes me put it as the "first" of the lives.

My theory here requires the assumption that Sylus is also a similarly primordial being capable of reincarnation, and though we haven't been told that specifically, it's true of Zayne and Raf and Caleb (Xavier TBD) so I don't think it's a stretch.

Emotionally, the reason I'm drawn to this explanation is that it explains why MC always has an instinct to kill Sylus and steal his power, even/especially at the start of Beyond Cloudfall. Yeah, it can be "Just because", but the idea that the basic nature of their existence is that one of them is meant to kill the other and come out on top just adds a delicious layer to Beyond Cloudfall.

While I think the authors leave themselves options on purpose, the sequence of events from Beyond Cloudfall > space pirate > N109 Zone is so tight that I'll probably assume they're contiguous until proven otherwise (and at that point I'll cling to it in head canon).

All that said, the writers also lean into the cyclical and branching layer of things so I think that any sort of themes or feelings that arise from putting things into different orders are all intended on some level and definitely very valid!

I love the idea that Sylus is more able to access his memories due to his Evol/powers because, you know what they all that in-universe??? Consciousness energy. So I think you're really onto something!!

I totally agree with the idea that him talking about "and all the crimes you'll commit" is a reference to him knowing about the reincarnation, and I think with the teasers we've gotten of the nebula arena, we know for sure they're still going to use the reincarnation angle with Sylus's myths (as opposed to working them all into the same immortal continuity). So I'm really curious to see where they go with that! As much as I want space pirate Sylus, I think we'd have gotten hints that MC was around in those years if a version of her was, but all we know is he was searching for her all that time, so I don't think we'll get space pirate adventures with the two of them. (Thematically it's probably too similar to Beyond Cloudfall anyway, so I am DYING to see what they do with the upcoming myth. I kinda wonder if we'll get young Sylus x young MC, but the Companion would be adult Sylus so the whole myth can't be while they're young. But I'd bet money it's gonna be the gladiator thing still.)

He remembers and protects her ambition because it’s just something so important to her… periods are hardly the first of her cycles he dealt with LOL “you think periods bother me when you consistently die and get reborn?”

This had me CACKLING and yes I totally agree! Regardless of the continuity of his lifetimes (which will probably remain vague) I'm fully bought in that either his Evol and/or his journey through the Deepspace Tunnel has given him more understanding of & access to the multi-life memories than any other character.

The small details he gets to learn about while falling in love all over again are stolen several times over and that’s a debt EVER will never be able to pay in full. If you’re a comet, shooting across the night sky, he’s the fiery trail you leave in your wake. There is no love purer than his. 🤧😩

THROW A BRICK AT ME WHY DON'T YOU (ilu) 💫🥹

The meta part of my brain wants to sit down with the writing teams soooo soooo badly and, like, pick their brains. 🤣 Like, who's in charge of the main story continuity? Why is Sylus's story so much tighter across all the different types of media than the other LIs? Do the other writing teams have that option and they just don't take advantage of it? How do I learn Chinese so I can become best friends with the Sylus writing team because I just KNOW we would get along omg.

Anyway. Bring me ALL the tinfoil hat theories!! I feel like we're gonna have so much to work with after this livestream on Friday!!!!!

[boobxrry0]

Here’s a list of HCs for Amphoreus college AU. Warning there’s a lot below the cut

Phainon

- Who is his roommate you ask? None other than Mydeimos. Who else??

- He used to use a skateboard all the time in Highschool, but he doesn’t use it that much anymore so it just kinda. Stays in the corner of his dorm (yes this is a sk8 reference. Sue me)

- He came out as bisexual about a month after first year started. who was surprised? …No one.

- Doing bullshit nonsense competitions at 2 am with Mydei, and they get noise complaints all the time.

- He leaves his hair on the shower wall. Mydei yells at him for it.

- Been trying to learn piano since 5ever. They own a keyboard that is currently collecting dust in the living room.

- When Mydei leaves to take care of his library, Phainon tries to bake something. It usually ends up being terrible. I mean it. Black crisp over the top of that thing type shit.

- Forgets to wash rice.

- Whenever he actually sits down and tries to study, he gets distracted on his laptop. It got so bad Aglaea had to literally yank it away from him and now he’s not allowed to have a laptop. Even at the dorms

- ^ Ever since then he’s been actually doing better in his classes

Mydei

- Cooks basically every night for Phainon, but if he’s being a little bitch he’ll order him shitty food and then makes something for himself.

- ^ This got so bad he just started cooking for him again. Because nobody in college has the time or money for that

- He plays electric guitar! If they go anywhere and there’s a guitar of any kind, he’ll just sit down and start playing something.

- Mydei tried skating. He was not good at it.

- He works for his mom and dad at the family owned library occasionally. It’s quick money, really. He genuinely thinks he’s gonna take over full time. If Eurypon and Gorgo don’t mind.

- Phainon tried convincing Mydei to get an odd tattoo. He did not speak to Phainon the rest of the day.

Tribbios

- A professor!

- Literally the best history professor you could ask for. Ain’t nobody failing her class because she’s that good of a professor.

- Super fun. Breaks in her class constantly, fun stuff at the beginning of class. Etc.

- Genuinely cares for others

- Surprisingly old??? She taught Prof. Aglaea when she was in college. Which wasn’t that long ago but still!

- She loved teaching. And her subject.

- Sometimes goes into other classes and everybody cheers. Typically she goes into Aglaea’s class.

- Sometimes her younger sisters will come visit the class. Everyone is surprised by how young they are, considering Tribios’ age.

Tribbie/Trinnon/Trianne (whatt!)

- They’re not in college! Um…

- Tribbio’s younger sisters

- Triplets

- Chaos Co.

- All of them are super observant. Sometimes they go up to people in class and point blank “You look like you’re struggling with your love life. Remember communication is key!” (They get a lot of their advice was watching/listening to Tribbios)

- Trinnon in specific has really good intuition. When someone is about to walk onto the road, she’s grab the nearest piece of cloth/their hand and say “wait” and the next second a car going a kjadraillon miles per hour will rush by. People have cried and hugged this girl for saving their life.

- Tribbie has a keen eye for lies and truth. Tribbios has never been able to lie around her. No one has. She will just huff and say “don’t deceive me.” (Tribios said that one time. ONE TIME to a person and now Tribbie uses it all the time.)

- Trianne will literally encourage people to take the first step. And then she will remember everything and makes sure she sees it to the end. She doesn’t know why. She likes watching over people, and then if they ask to help she will gladly do so!

- They all collectively write/draw on walls.

Castorice

- Good grades in everything. Everything.

- She and Polyxia are inseparable. You will never see them apart.

- If Polyxia is sick she will stay home until she feels better. Take care of her.

- Physical touch.

- “it may be my last year but it doesn’t mean I’m not going to try hard.”

Polyxia (?!?!???!)

- Everyone sees her and immediately thinks she’s just a ghost.

- She is the one who cooks. Castorice helps occasionally.

Aglaea

- Yes, she teaches fashion design. And yes, she also teaches debate. So what?

- chill when it comes to debate. Fashion design? Absolute critic. Gordon Ramsey of fashion design.

-Literally the newest professor. Used to be a student not too long ago. But she’s already highly respected as a teacher.

-There’s some rumors going around about her relationship with Prof Anaxa….

- She addressed said rumors. Turns out they’re exes!

Anaxagoras

- We already know he’s a Professor.

- Math (Calculus) and Science (theoretical physics & Astronomy)

- There’s already so much about him and his teaching style and it’s all canon here.

- Yes this includes the gun

- ^ Insert the video of the Choir teacher with the nerf gun except its kids answering questions.

- “THEY GOT GINA!” Vine

- Extra thing, people keep commenting about his eyepatch. He has never addressed it. And he never will (it was something stupid)

Cipher

- Absolute troublemaker.

- Falls asleep in class even if she was right on time.

- Struggles with money.

- Kleptomaniac

Hyacine

- Volunteers for everything. Everything.

- Training to be a doctor

- Tries to help the teachers as much as possible.

- She sometimes brings little Ica to the campus. A lot of people gather around.

Probably going to add a bunch of stuff later when we get more info on Hysilens/Cerydra!

[francislangdon]

frank doesn’t want people to think they’re having an affair when he takes her out on dates so he gives her his grandmother’s ring to wear (something had never felt right about giving it to abby) because this is a much more obvious solution than simply removing his own wedding ring. mel sees no red flags when he picks her up for dinner and slides the ring on her finger without a word, just asks why and when he explains she’s all “sure that makes sense”

mel starts wearing all the time except when she’s working bcos she doesn’t want it to lose it, but everyone sees her taking it off and putting it back on before/after shifts so they assume she’s getting married. and langdon is like well we’ve been having an affair so long this is basically a common law marriage at this point :)

[riddled-with-fear]

Hi, Jade!

Congratulations on 100 followers! That's such a big accomplishment! So happy to have you in the community. 😽

To help celebrate, I'll take some 00's vinyl with a fem reader and our babygirl Eddie. Idk why, but I've been hurting for some angst, some heartache, or an aching romance. Any Riddler you want! (Except no Dano, please, and thank you!)

Make me scream, cry, throw my phone, or all of the above!

Oh my gosh THANK YOU!😭💚 I am so happy to be apart of it!

I’m such a whore for angst lmao!

So, an angsty 00s Vinyl ft Gotham!Eddie it is! (Idk, he just SCREAMS angst to me!)

WC: 1029

CW: Pure angst no comfort!

A smug smile stretched across Edward’s lips, “Well, riddle me this then-“

You cut him off, his mouth still agape, “No, Edward.” you sat in the seat across the table from him. “No riddles.”

He flinched at your use of his full name. He had gotten so used to you calling him Eddie, something he’d never allow anyone else to do. He shut his mouth, clasping his hands in his lap, and hunching his shoulders forward. He looked so small.

He looks so pathetic.

You sighed, staring at him. You couldn’t help but look at the black and white striped jumpsuit he was in. It didn’t fit him. It definitely wasn’t his color. He looked sallow, his hair was starting to grow out a bit on the edges. 

You stopped yourself. Here you were still fussing over him, Edward Nygma—no, scratch that— The Riddler. Who even was the man sitting across the table from you? It sure as hell wasn’t the awkward and dorky Edward Nygma you fell hard for back at the precinct. 

The man staring back at you was a stranger. “It’s like I… it’s like I don’t even know you anymore.” Your voice cracked. 

Edward pressed his lips into a thin line. “You know me. It’s me.” He gave a pathetic smile, “Eddie!” 

He reached out for your hand that rested atop the table, but you slid it back to your lap before he could touch you. You cleared your throat, eyes flitting to the guards, and back to Edward. He noticed this, of course. Your silent warning to him not to try anything.

“Don’t do this. Please.” He softly begged.

Well past your breaking point you could only scoff at him, “Don’t do what, Edward? Huh? Oh forgive me for being upset with you! You ruined us! You ruined my career at the GCPD! You… you ruined everything!”

Fuck it. You weren’t going to be gentle with him. After-all, he clearly had no regard for your heart when he chose to take up a criminal moniker and get involved with God only knows.

“No. No, please don’t say that…” 

“No, I will say it! Listen to me Edward and listen well. Did you know I quit because of you? Do you even care? It was so awful going to work and being leered at, my coworkers making the most awful remarks about me. About us. About… you. Nobody trusts me at the GCPD, and that’s kind of an important aspect of my job, or, at least it was until I got pulled aside by Bullock, of all fucking people, telling me I should quit or get fired.” 

Edward stared at you, the corners of his mouth pulled into a quivering frown. He didn’t realize any of this would affect you so deeply. Leave it to Edward though, to disregard others and only think about himself, for himself. He always did lack ability to put others first.

“You know… I opened up to you. I took a chance on you. I actually liked you! I spent so long hoping you’d see through Kristin, that eventually you’d get over your ridiculous one-sided schoolboy crush. I always fought for your attention from her. So when you finally, finally got over her and turned to me… it doesn’t matter now. Obviously you don’t care.”

Edward pursed his lips. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You scoffed, “oh, what, the ‘Riddler’ can’t figure it out?” Your words were venomous, sharp, and cut right through Edward.

For once he hated that name and everything associated with it. For once, he hated himself.

“I… I do care. I care about you. I care about us.” He searched your eyes, looking for any semblance of warmth that he so desperately needed from you.

He didn’t find it. Your gaze was cold. Sharp. Empty. Devoid of everything Edward was looking for. Everything he needed from you in this moment. 

“If you cared about us, you wouldn’t have thrown it all away. And for what!? I never thought you of all people would get mixed up with people like… people like Oswald.” You spat. “I should have known though, living in this god forsaken city. It claims everyone eventually. I am done, Edward. I am done with Gotham, and I am especially done with you.”

“Please. Please don’t let this be it. I can change, I can reform. I’ll put it all behind me-“

“-you won’t. I know you, or, at least I thought I did. I know how obsessed you get with things you're so set on. I don’t believe you’ll change. I don’t think you can.” 

Edward stared at you with wet eyes. 

You quickly looked away from him, afraid your own eyes would begin to water, “It’s too late. I'm not going to be a part of whatever this is. You can do what you want. I don’t care anymore. I came here to say goodbye, Eddie.” You stood up, looking to the guard to escort you out. 

With his heart splintering into a thousand pieces at the nickname, Edward shot up from his seat, “NO! No! No! No!” 

Edward lurched towards you, knocking back the steel chair he sat in. You jumped at his sudden outburst, but not in time to move away from Edward. He roughly grabbed your shoulders. “This is all Oswald’s fault, please!”

“Hands off the visitor, Nygma!” One of the guards shouted, running towards him.

“No, no please! Please I can’t lose you!” He desperately wanted to hang onto the feel of you under his hands. You were the only thing that could anchor him, the only thing that could keep him tethered, but he knew deep down, the rope was severed.

“Let me go, Edward!” 

The guards finally intervened, pulling him away from you. 

“You already lost me. You lost me the moment you donned those question marks. Hell, you lost me the moment you considered Oswald Fucking Cobblepot a friend.” You looked to the guard next to you and huffed, “I’m ready to be escorted out.”

Edward fell to his knees while he watched, helplessly through tear-filled eyes, as you left him to rot in Arkham.