#but I will now read it to commit it to memory

[hyunjincanraptoo]

Saw the prompt list for the 500 event and whenever possible I need to read number 9 for Chan it seems so cute but of course when you have time 🥹

Omg I can't believe THE @lov3lycosmos saw my prompt list AND requested one 🤭 I really like your work and I hope you enjoy my little drabble 😊 (and if you let's marry in vegas 🤫)

Word count: 2.2k

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Alexa, play Vegas by Johnny Orlando 

9. Marry in Vegas

“Vegas, baby”

You said it giggling, holding up the prize like a joke— two surprise tickets to Las Vegas won on a random radio giveaway. You expected Chan to smile politely and say something like:

 “You should go with someone more fun” or “That’s not really my scene” 

But instead, he tilted his head, and smiled softly.

“Yeah, okay… let’s do it”

Just like that, the leader of Stray Kids became your partner in crime for a weekend of neon lights, cheap drinks, and wild possibilities.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Vegas hit like a fever dream. You were barely off the plane when you were handed a plastic margarita the size of your torso. The Strip was a blur of lights, people, music and chaos. Chan was weirdly giggly, like he’d finally stepped out of his own body and left the pressure back in Korea. You could practically see the tension fade away of him with every step he took into irresponsibility.

He kept sneaking pictures of you when you weren’t looking. Quick snaps from his phone, fingers trembling just a little with excitement. You caught him once, his face instantly flushing a deep shade of pink. He stammered, barely able to meet your eyes.

“I just... want to remember this forever”, he muttered, voice soft

Later, you found yourself at a slot machine, the reels spinning and clicking beneath your fingers. Suddenly, the lights flashed wildly, and the machine erupted in a victorious chime— you’d won.

Your prize? An enormous pair of high heels, straight out of a drag queen’s closet— glittering, towering, and absolutely ridiculous. You slipped them on, teetering dramatically, and Chan burst into uncontrollable laughter.

He doubled over, clutching his stomach, tears of amusement glinting in his eyes.

“I swear” he gasped between laughs, “you look like you’re ready to take over Vegas. One hilarious step at a time”

You laughed too, the absurdity of the moment sealing itself in your memory forever.

He reached up, pretending to measure your height, still chuckling.

“Now that you’re taller than me. What am I supposed to do? Look up to you all day?”

“Not that’s hard to be taller than you”

His laugh died immediately 

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

You were walking past a row of glowing signs when you spotted it— a strip club.

You nudged him, “Hey, Chan. Wanna go in?”

Chan turned to you like you’d just asked him to commit a crime, “What?!

“Come on”, you grinned, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?”

His eyes widened, still hesitant, “I… huh… I don’t know, I don’t think that’s a good idea”

“Scared you’ll blush too hard, Channie boy?”, you teased.

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Then, to your surprise, he straightened up like he was preparing for battle and said

 “Fine. Let’s go”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Inside, the lights bathed the place in red and violet. The music pulsed in your chest, bass heavy, as a dancer flipped her hair on stage, body slick, glittery, heels clicking softly as she spun under the spotlight. Her gaze was confident, playful. But beside you, Chan looked like his brain had blue screened

He sat stiffly in the leather booth, gripping his drink like it might anchor him back to Earth. The ice clinked with every nervous twitch of his hand. You could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw flexed when he tried not to stare— tried even harder not to be obvious about not staring.

You leaned into him with a teasing smile, “You okay, babe?”

“I’m great”, he said, voice cracking on the last syllable. It came out higher than usual— boyish, shaky.

You stifled a laugh, “You sure?”

His eyes darted across the room like he was looking for an exit sign or even divine intervention. A dancer twirled closer to your booth— her nipples covered only by pasties— and you caught Chan’s eyes widening before he snapped them shut like a reflex, shaking his head.

You watched him in amusement— his nervous laughter, the quick taps of his fingers against his glass, how he couldn’t keep eye contact with anyone for more than a second, how his ears were glowing bright pink.

You rested your chin on your hand and grinned, “You look like a dad who just got dragged here for his bachelor party”

“I definitely feel like one!”, he muttered, tugging at the neckline of his shirt like it had suddenly shrunk.

You couldn’t help but laugh. Not to mock him, but because it was so Chan— the leader who carried the weight of the world, sitting like a lost puppy in a room full of glitter and temptation.

Then, just as a dancer intentionally locked eyes with him, Chan turned fast as lightspeed, and reached under the table to find your hand. His fingers laced with yours like it was instinct, like he needed something real to hold on to. He didn’t say a word, just held your hand tightly, thumb brushing over your knuckles, grounding himself on you.

And what hit you hardest wasn’t his blush or awkwardness, it was the fact that he didn’t look at anyone else again, not even once. He just looked at you with soft eyes and parted lips like his silence said everything.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Afterwards, back on the street, your heels clicked on the pavement as you walked under the Vegas glow. The strip club’s neon still shimmered behind you.

“You were so uncomfortable”, you teased.

Chan groaned, “God. That was... that was too much”

“What, boobs?”

He choked, “Don’t say that so casually!”

You laughed and bumped into him, “So what’s going on, then? You used to be a teenage boy. What happened to all that excitement?”

He stopped walking, turned to face you, and said, very quietly, “I can’t get excited by anyone else anymore”

Chan looked away, like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud. Then, with a gentle smile, he looked back at you, “I’m serious. It’s... only you now. The way you smile, the way you talk. Even in those ridiculous tiny skyscrapers on your feet… nothing compares”

You swallowed.

He stepped closer, suddenly more sure, his voice a little shaky but steady with conviction,

“And I know this is insane, and fast, and so completely out of character for me but... what if we got married? Right now”

You blinked, your heart racing, breath catching in your throat.

“Chan…”

He searched your eyes, vulnerability shining through them, “I mean it. Let’s do something completely irresponsible. Something I’ll never regret”

A warmth bloomed in your chest. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, a smile breaking through the disbelief

“Yes”, you whispered, voice trembling but certain, “Of course”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

An hour later, you were standing in a pink chapel that smelled like cheap champagne.

Velvet pews lined either side of a heart shaped aisle, and the ceiling twinkled with fairy lights that flickered slightly every time the neon "No Regrets" sign buzzed. A plastic Elvis stood at the altar in a white jumpsuit, swaying slightly as he sang “Can’t Help Falling in Love” from a hidden speaker in his chest.

It was ridiculous. But perfect.

Chan stood in front of you, slightly out of breath from laughing too hard in the cab ride over and trying to fix his hair in the chapel bathroom mirror. He was holding a crumpled napkin in both hands, trembling just a little and blinking quickly like he was trying not to cry.

He cleared his throat, took your hands.

“I, hum…”, he started, eyes moving from the napkin to your face, “I didn’t think I’d be doing this today. But I think I’ve been wanting to do it since I met you”

His voice cracked a little but he smiled through it, with watery eyes and burning ears.

“I promise to keep you grounded when the world spins too fast”, he read, thumb brushing your knuckles gently, “And to let you pull me into the chaos when I forget how to breathe”

His lip trembled at the end, and he let out a quiet, embarrassed laugh, squeezing your hands like they were the only steady thing left in the world.

His hand shook slightly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring— simple, silver, probably from a vending machine near the chapel gift shop but he held it like it was priceless.

“I promise to laugh with you in the good times, hold you in the hard times, and love you through all the moments in between. To be your home when everything else feels like a whirlwind”

He slid the ring onto your finger slowly, carefully, like it meant everything. And to him, it did.

“I love you”, he finished, voice barely above a whisper.

You blinked quickly, tears blurring the neon glow of the chapel around you. You held his hand like it was the only thing tethering you to the moment.

“I love you too,” you said, heart thudding, “And I promise to walk every step beside you. To be your calm when you need peace, and to choose you, even in the chaos”

You slipped the slightly too big ring onto his finger, and he looked down at it like it might start glowing.

Then, you leaned in and kissed him before the plastic Elvis could get into the chorus. He melted into it , hands on your face, smile against your lips and when you pulled back, his eyes were shining again.

The chapel crowd— two drunk strangers and the receptionist— erupted into cheers.

And when he looked at you again, he whispered just for you to listen, “I’m so glad I listened to that intrusive thought”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

The next morning, Chan’s phone exploded. Buzzing, ringing, ping after ping as every group chat in his phone simultaneously caught fire. He groaned into the pillow, blindly fumbling for the phone on the nightstand. 

Innie: Hyung?! What the hell?! You got married in Vegas?!

Bang Chan is so old: Chan. Hey, Chan. You were supposed to be the responsible one

Skrrr: Tell me it was at least someone hot

Cat: I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed

Jinnie: What about Yn??? I’m telling her you got married in Vegas!

He stared at the messages for a long second, blinking against the light of the screen.

The hotel suite was a mess— empty champagne bottles on the table. A half eaten slice of cake from the lobby vending machine. One of your comic heels on the minibar. A "Just Married" sash flung over a floor lamp.

Chan sat up slowly, running a hand through his tousled hair. His curls were flattened on one side, sticking up on the other, he was wearing a novelty groom tank top you dared him to sleep on.

The ring on your finger glinted in the morning light. It was a little too big. You’d been playing with it in your sleep, fingers curling around instinctively every time it started to slide off.

Chan glanced down at you, curled up under the sheets, one bare leg tangled in the blankets, the other kicked out toward the edge of the bed. Your hair was a mess, your face buried in the pillow, and you looked entirely at peace.

He smiled— cause he married you last night

The screen blinked again. Incoming call: INNIE.

Chan sighed, “Here we go.”

He answered, and Jeongin's voice immediately came through at full panic mode

“Hyung, are you okay?! Did someone force you? Did you lose a bet?”

Chan rubbed his temple, sitting up slowly, “Jeongin…”

“Did you marry an Elvis impersonator?!”

“No, what?! No, Jeongin, I…”

“Give me the phone!”, Hyunjin’s voice barked in the background.

There was a brief, muffled scuffle— shouting, fabric rustling, someone yelling “Ow!”— and then Hyunjin came on the line, breathless and dramatic as ever.

“YOU GOT MARRIED IN VEGAS?!” “You got married in Vegas?! You were there less than 48 hours!”

Chan blinked, “Hi, Hyunjin”

“You said you were just going for the slots!”

Chan laughed under his breath, “Well. Technically…”

“Put Yn on the phone right now!”, Hyunjin demanded, “I need to confirm you didn’t just marry  blackjack dealer with fake lashes and a coupon for bottomless mimosas called Candy”

“Seriously?” Chan glanced at you, still peacefully sleeping, “She’s sleeping”

“Put. Her. On”

Then suddenly, “Hyung, what is wrong with you?!”

“Seungmin! I’m not done…. give it back!”

Chan exhaled through his nose and  rubbed at his face. You groaned, sitting up on the bed “What is happening?”

Chan handed you his phone over like it was cursed, “Your new brothers in law are having a crisis”

“Hyunjin”, you rasped, voice still hoarse from sleep, “If you ever call me before 9 a.m. again, I will personally mail you a glitter bomb”

A pause.

Then a high pitched squeal, “You really married him?!”

You smiled, “Sure did. Legally and everything. Plastic Elvis was there”

In the background, you heard Hyunjin sulking, “I was supposed to be there! I was supposed to cry and hold your bouquet and…”

You hung up on him mid rant and tossed the phone back onto the mattress. Chan laughed so hard he nearly fell off the bed.

“Your friends are insane”, you muttered, curling into his side.

“You married into it”, he said, still grinning.

You closed your eyes again as he kissed the top of your head, “I’m not sorry. Not even a little bit”

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[lilangelbuds]

Hah, maybe it will be a trilogy about a rich single dad who is obsessed with his daughter. Imagine: she has been acting as his wife for a long time: managing the mansion as a hostess, taking care of dad in all respects - from cooking to satisfying him. After all, she wants daddy to be happy. And he is told that it is high time for him to marry again and have an heir...

Hi love xxx i don't usually write multiple part stories on my blog (every once in a while i write a follow up on a story i posted but those can generally be read as stand alones). If you like this part and want me to continue it for you, you can commission it <333

The mansion was quiet except for the faint hum of the grand chandelier in the dining room, its crystals catching the dim light of the evening. She stood at the head of the table, her back to her father as she carefully poured him another glass of wine. The red liquid swirled in the crystal glass, a deep, rich crimson that matched the flush creeping up her neck. She could feel his eyes on her, lingering, tracing the curve of her waist, the way her dress hugged her hips just so. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt his gaze like this, heavy and unspoken, but tonight it felt different. Hotter. More deliberate.

“You’ve outdone yourself tonight,” his voice rumbled, low and thick, as he leaned back in his chair. His tie was loosened, the top button of his shirt undone, and the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the aroma of the perfectly cooked meal she’d prepared. “The lamb... exquisite. Just like everything else you do.”

She turned to face him, a smile playing on her lips, though her heart was pounding in her chest. “I’m glad you liked it, Daddy. I just want to make you happy.” Her voice was soft, but there was a flicker of something else in it, something that made his jaw tighten, his fingers flex around the stem of his wine glass.

“You always do,” he said, his eyes darkening as they roamed over her. “You always take care of me.”

The air between them thickened, charged with something neither of them had ever dared to name. She set the wine bottle down and moved closer, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor. Her dress swayed with each step, the fabric brushing against her thighs in a way that made her skin prickle with awareness. When she reached his side, she hesitated for just a moment before leaning down to clear his plate. Her fingers brushed against his as she reached for the silverware, and the contact sent a jolt through her, sharp and electric.

He caught her wrist before she could pull away, his grip firm but not painful. “Stay,” he said, his voice rough, commanding. “Leave the plates.”

Her breath hitched, and she straightened slowly, her chest rising and falling with the effort to keep her composure. “Daddy...?” Her voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough to make the heat in his gaze flare.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he tugged her forward until she was standing between his legs, her hips almost brushing against his. His free hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip in a gesture that was tender but possessive. “You’ve been so good to me,” he murmured, his voice a deep, intoxicating rumble. “Always so perfect.”

Her lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as his thumb pressed harder against her lower lip, tracing the curve of it. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin, the way his eyes roamed over her face like he was committing every detail to memory. “I-I just want to make you happy,” she repeated, her voice trembling now, her body leaning into his touch almost involuntarily.

“You do,” he said, his hand sliding from her cheek to the nape of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair. “You make me so happy.” His other hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of her dress, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.

Her hands found his shoulders, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he tilted her face up to his. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them crackling like a live wire. Then, slowly, deliberately, he closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was soft, almost tentative at first.

But it didn’t stay that way.

As soon as her lips parted under his, the kiss deepened, turned hungry, desperate. His tongue slid against hers, claiming, demanding, and she moaned softly into his mouth, her hands sliding up to cup the back of his neck. The taste of him was intoxicating—rich, masculine, a hint of the wine they’d shared, and she couldn’t get enough.

His hands moved over her body, exploring, worshiping, as if he was trying to memorize every inch of her. One hand slipped beneath the hem of her dress, his fingers trailing up her thigh until they found the edge of her lace panties. She gasped against his lips, her hips jerking forward instinctively as he teased the sensitive skin there.

“Daddy...” she whimpered, her voice breaking on the word, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Shh,” he murmured against her lips, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to stroke her, slow and deliberate. “Let me take care of you for once.”

Her head fell back, a moan escaping her throat as his fingers circled her clit, the pressure just enough to make her toes curl in her heels. She was already wet, her body trembling with need, and when he slipped a finger inside her, she cried out, her hips rocking against his hand.

“So tight,” he growled, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. “So perfect.”

She could barely think, barely breathe, as he added another finger, stretching her, filling her in a way that made her see stars. Her hips moved on their own, chasing the pleasure he was giving her, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

“Daddy, please...” she begged, her voice trembling, her body shaking with the need for release.

He chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “What do you want, princess? Tell me.”

She hesitated for just a moment, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, but then the words spilled out of her, raw and unfiltered. “I want you. I want you.”

His hand stilled, and for a moment, she thought she’d gone too far. But then he stood, lifting her effortlessly, and carried her to the table. The plates and glasses clattered as he cleared a space and laid her down, her dress rucking up around her waist. He stepped back for just a moment to undo his belt and unzip his pants, and when he stood before her again, fully exposed, her breath caught in her throat.

He was huge, the length of him thick and veined, the tip already glistening with precum. Her mouth watered at the sight, and she reached for him instinctively, her fingers wrapping around his shaft and giving him a tentative stroke.

He groaned, his hips jerking forward, and then he was on top of her, pressing her into the table, his lips claiming hers in another searing kiss. His hands roamed over her body, pulling her dress down her shoulders, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze.

“Perfect,” he muttered again, his mouth closing over one nipple, sucking and biting until she was writhing beneath him.

She could feel the tip of him pressing against her entrance, and she spread her legs wider, silently begging him to take her. He didn’t make her wait. With one hard thrust, he sheathed himself inside her, filling her completely, stretching her in a way that made her cry out.

“Oh, Daddy!” she screamed, her nails scratching down his back as he began to move, his thrusts deep and relentless.

He groaned against her neck, his hips snapping against hers, each movement driving her closer to the edge. She could feel the tension coiling in her stomach, the pleasure building and building until it was almost too much to bear.

“Come for me, princess,” he growled, his hand slipping between them to rub her clit in time with his thrusts.

The dual stimulation was too much, and with a final, broken cry, she shattered, her body convulsing around him as she came. He followed her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside her, filling her with his warmth.

For a moment, they just stayed like that, panting, their bodies still connected as they came down from their high. Then, slowly, he pulled out of her, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face as he looked down at her.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice low and possessive. “Do you understand? Mine.”

She nodded, her heart racing, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe and submission.

[lanalace]

A Whisper Of Control - Part 2

{Chapter one}

Obsessive Caleb x Introvert Reader

Summary: Caleb, an extroverted prodigy born into privilege, has loved Y/n since they were children. Isolated by his intellect and unable to truly connect with others, he found an unexpected kindred spirit in her, an equally brilliant, introverted girl from a broken, loveless home. From the moment they met, he was irrevocably drawn to her. Accustomed to getting everything he wants, Caleb quietly vowed she would be no exception.

Warnings: Manipulation, SFW, Slow Burn

Word count: 3.8k 🍎🍏

Chapter Two

Caleb hadn't expected to hate him so quickly.

The intruder.

He hadn't missed the way the intruder's eyes had lingered on Y/n. That audacious grin, the casual confidence, the thinly veiled curiosity. Nick. Caleb hadn’t even bothered to commit the full name to memory, but the boy’s image was already cataloged and cross-referenced in his mind. A threat. An anomaly in his carefully constructed world.

He’d spent years cultivating Y/n. Watching. Learning. From the moment he’d seen her. A skinny, quiet child hunched over a book in the corner of a boisterous playground. He knew then. She was just like him. Too sharp for the mundane, too sensitive for the crudeness of typical childhood. The other kids had picked at her, teased her, made her feel small because she refused to be.

She was a brilliant, fragile thing. The world didn’t know how to handle that. But he did.

He’d inserted himself into her life with the precision of a surgeon. A kind word here, a shared silence there. Gentle redirections. Strategic absence followed by comforting presence. Over time, she learned to turn toward him without thinking. He was the calm in her storm, the one constant in a life that never stopped shifting.

‘This isn’t control.’ he told himself. ‘It isn’t care. Protection. Love, in its most devoted form.’

So when Nick had materialized, unexpected, uninvited, and entirely too curious, Caleb’s instincts flared. He caught the flicker in Y/n’s eyes, her surprise, then a faint, tentative interest. That spark of unfamiliarity, of something not him, was dangerous.

Y/n was emotionally underfed, socially stunted. Just as he’d intended. She couldn’t read subtext the way others did. She mistook attention for kindness, interest for connection. Someone like Nick, with his easy smiles and careless energy, could sidestep all the safeguards Caleb had built around her.

Even the name felt wrong coming out of her mouth.

She’d smiled when she said it so absently, like it meant nothing. But it had carved something cold and sharp through Caleb’s chest nonetheless. Not because she loved him. No, but because she could.

And that possibility was enough to set every nerve in his body on edge.

He didn’t show it. Not in his face. Not in his posture. His voice stayed smooth, his hands relaxed. But behind his eyes, something shifted. The warmth cooled. The calculation resumed.

He would eliminate the distraction, gently, subtly, without her even realizing it. Nick would fade into the background. Easily forgotten.

Because she was his. She just didn’t understand that yet.

And then she was staring at him.

The weight of her gaze lingered, uncertain, searching. She furrowed her brows slightly, hesitating, like she wasn’t sure if she’d heard him correctly. Caleb tilted his head, projecting practiced confusion.

And then, softly, she spoke.

“What did you just say?”

Not accusing. Just curious. A little cautious.

Caleb didn’t blink. Didn’t hesitate. He offered a small, easy smile—warm and harmless, the kind that always worked on her.

“I said I don’t know him.” he answered smoothly, letting out a sheepish little chuckle as if he were embarrassed by his own wandering thoughts. “His name sounded familiar. Sorry, sweetheart, I was just thinking out loud.”

Y/n blinked, thrown off by the ease of his response. “Oh.” Her brow creased. “I thought you said something else…”

“Are you hearing things now?” Caleb teased gently, pinching her cheek with light fingers, his voice soft and playful.

“Hey! Ow!” she complained, swatting at him. Her touch was half-hearted, more instinct than offense.

He dodged her swat easily, still laughing, and she kicked at his leg in retaliation. He let out a dramatic groan of mock pain, clutching his thigh as if she’d seriously wounded him.

“Serves you right.” she said, grinning. She stuck her tongue out at him like a child, like the girl he’d grown up with.

He gave her a look of mock betrayal, but he was already smiling. She was laughing now, open and unguarded, her earlier suspicion completely forgotten.

And just like that, the moment passed.

She let it go.

Of course she did. She always did.

Y/n wanted to trust him— needed to. The world was too chaotic, too cruel. He was her anchor, the one safe place she could always retreat to. All he had to do was plant a seed of doubt in her mind, and she would choose the comfort of his version over her own every time.

She didn’t realize how close she’d come to hearing the truth.

Not yet.

As they continued walking, Caleb studied her from the corner of his eye. Her face was lit faintly by the lamplight, and in the quiet between them, he could almost hear the soft rhythm of her thoughts. He wondered what she was thinking about. Nick, maybe. Or nothing at all. She was so easy to read when she was with him.

She trusted him completely.

That was the foundation of everything.

He reached out, brushing his hand lightly against hers as they passed under a cluster of trees, letting the gesture seem accidental. She didn’t pull away. Her fingers stayed near his, close enough to touch again.

That was enough, for now.

Behind his eyes, the calculations continued. A misstep wasn't failure. It was information. A lesson. A refinement of the next move.

She was still trusting.

Still his.

And that was all that mattered.

🍎🍏

Y/n fell into a routine faster than she expected. It wasn’t entirely her own; it moved with a rhythm Caleb seemed to have set for her, each moment gently guided by his quiet influence. He was always nearby, walking her to all of her classes, waiting outside the door before it ended, choosing the places they ate and studied. It felt like comfort. Familiar. Safe.

That afternoon, the lecture hall buzzed with a low thrum of overlapping voices, the scrape of chairs and the rustle of backpacks echoing off concrete walls. The lights above were too bright, the kind that made the whiteboard glare just enough to hurt her eyes. Y/n slipped into her usual seat near the back, third row from the end, near the wall, one of the quieter spots in the large, echoing room. Caleb had picked it for her. “Less attention up there.” he’d said.

She opened her notebook and stared down at the blank page, letting the ambient noise blur around her. Students filtered in slowly, in ones and twos, the kind of casual, confident movement Y/n had never quite mastered.

“Hey.” came a bright voice beside her, pulling her out of her daze. A girl dropped into the seat to her left, notebook in hand, perfume soft and floral. “I’m Sarah. We’ve got this class and literature together, I think?”

Y/n glanced at her, caught off guard. Sarah was effortlessly pretty in a deliberate way.  Gold hoops, glossy lips, and honey-blonde waves that looked like they had never seen a bad hair day. She wore a cream knit sweater that hugged her arms over her uniform shirt. Her nails were manicured in a pale blush color, the same shade as her lip gloss.

“Yeah… I think so.” Y/n replied quietly.

Sarah leaned back with an easy smile, twirling a pen between her fingers. “I keep meaning to say hi. You’re always with that guy, though. Caleb, right?”

Y/n stiffened slightly. “Yeah. We’ve known each other a long time.”

“He’s hard to miss.” Sarah said, laughing under her breath. “That whole tall, brooding, mysterious thing? It definitely works for him.”

Y/n gave a neutral hum in response, unsure what to say.

Sarah tilted her head, studying her. “Is he your boyfriend?”

The question was blunt, but her tone was light, just nosy enough to sound casual. Y/n hesitated, flipping her pen between her fingers, eyes back on the blank page in front of her.

“We’re close.” she said finally.

Sarah nodded like that explained everything. “That’s cool. You guys seem really… connected.” There was a hint of something behind her smile now, curiosity with an edge of calculation.

Y/n looked away.

When the professor entered and class began, Sarah didn’t stop trying. She whispered comments during the lecture. Half-jokes and little side notes and passed her perfectly highlighted notes across the desk with a pink sticky tab that read “for you :)” even though they were only fifteen minutes into the lecture. Her perfume lingered in the air, cloying and sweet.

“Do you want to study together sometime?” She asked as class ended, slipping her things into her designer tote. “There’s this café just off campus with great lattes. Quiet booths. Perfect for midterms.”

Y/n hesitated. “Maybe.” She said, unsure how to refuse.

They walked out together, the late afternoon sun flooding through the arched glass entryway of the building. The breeze outside smelled like cut grass and damp pavement.

Caleb was waiting.

He stood just a few feet from the steps, leaning against the low stone wall, arms folded, dark eyes already locked on her. His uniform pressed to perfection, his presence somehow both understated and commanding. A few students passing by gave him a second glance, but no one approached him. No one ever did.

Sarah’s step faltered beside Y/n. “Wow.” she breathed, voice just low enough. “He really waits for you?”

Y/n nodded.

As if on cue, Caleb pushed off the wall and approached them. The way he moved was quiet but deliberate, and Sarah visibly straightened as he neared, smoothing her hair with quick fingers.

“Hey, sweetheart.” he said, brushing a kiss to Y/n’s temple. His arm slid around her waist, casual but firm.

Sarah’s smile brightened. “Hi, Caleb. I’m Sarah—we were just in class together.”

Caleb gave her a single glance and a brief nod. “Nice to meet you.”

“I was telling Y/n we should study this weekend.” Sarah said, and Y/n felt the shift in tone. There was something coy behind it now, like a carefully placed hook.

Y/n opened her mouth to clarify she hadn’t actually agreed, but Caleb beat her to it.

“She’s pretty busy.” he said smoothly. “We’ve already made plans.”

Sarah’s expression flickered, just a flash, a twitch of her mouth but she recovered quickly. “Oh. Well, maybe another time.”

“Maybe.” Caleb echoed, his eyes steady on her, unreadable.

Sarah lingered half a second longer before giving a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “See you around, Y/n.”

When Sarah walked away, her perfume still lingering, Caleb’s hand slipped from Y/n’s waist to her lower back, guiding her gently as they began walking.

“She’s nice.” he said after a beat, his tone casual, almost distracted. “Friendly.”

Y/n glanced up at him, uncertain. “She invited me to study this weekend.”

“Did she?” He offered the smallest smile. “That’s sweet of her.”

There was no accusation in his voice, no tension. Just quiet amusement, like he was already several steps ahead of her.

Y/n hesitated. “I told her maybe.”

“Well,” he said lightly, “if you’d like me to come with you, I don’t mind. Just in case the place is too crowded for you to focus.”

Y/n frowned slightly. “I think I’ll be okay.”

Caleb gave a thoughtful hum. “Of course. Just… don’t feel like you have to say yes to everyone. People aren’t always as kind as they seem.”

She didn’t answer. The wind picked up around them, tugging at the hem of her sweater.

“I trust your instincts.” Caleb added after a pause, voice lower now, more intimate. “But if something feels off, you’ll tell me, won’t you?”

Y/n nodded slowly.

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his touch warm and steady. 

Caleb walked beside her in silence, their steps measured, unhurried. The late afternoon sun slanted low, casting golden light through the trees and turning the quiet path toward the library into something hushed and distant, like a dream half-remembered. Y/n stayed close, her books pressed to her chest, the weight of them grounding her more than the conversation she already knew was coming.

As they reached the library steps, Caleb slowed and turned toward her. His expression was serene, his voice even. “I have a seminar after this. It might run a little long.”

She didn’t answer right away. He let the silence stretch just long enough before continuing.

“It’s better if you stay here until I’m done. It's closer than your place. Less of a walk after dark.” A pause, then, with the faintest curve to his mouth. “I’ve only got an hour, and then I’ll come get you. We’ll have dinner after.”

Y/n smiled and nodded, clutching her books tighter.

His gaze flicked briefly to the heavy stack in her arms, then returned to her face. “Find a spot upstairs. Somewhere near the windows. I don’t want you sitting alone by the doors.”

There was no edge to his words. Just care, folded neatly into instruction.

She nodded again, softer this time. “Alright.”

He stepped closer, gently brushing his fingers against her arm—not a grip, just contact. Measured.

 “I’ll see you soon.” He smiled so gently when he said it, had kissed her temple so tenderly, that it hadn’t felt like anything but affection. He watched her walk inside before he turned and headed back towards the direction of his classroom.

The library was nearly silent, the hush broken only by the occasional rustle of pages and the soft clack of keyboards. Y/n tucked herself into a secluded corner near the back, where the warm glow of a desk lamp cast amber shadows over her notes. Her laptop was open, surrounded by neatly organized textbooks, printouts, and a notebook filled with tightly packed handwriting, careful lines of logic, dense passages annotated in sharp, precise script.

She had been here for nearly an hour, lost in her work, her brow furrowed in focus. 

He hadn’t made it a request. But he’d smiled so gently when he said it, had kissed her temple so tenderly, that it hadn’t felt like anything but affection. And so Y/n stayed.

The campus library was large, but Nick spotted her almost immediately. He’d wandered in looking for a quiet space to write, his messenger bag slung low over one shoulder, headphones tucked around his neck. But the sight of her stopped him cold.

She was alone, her head bent, eyes narrowed in deep concentration. Her fingers moved quickly over the page, translating complex academic concepts into tidy, confident equations. The subject matter caught him off guard, a synthesis of computational theory and literary analysis, nuanced and rigorous. It wasn’t beginner work.

He hovered a moment longer than he meant to, watching her. She looked different like this, sharper, more alive. Her expression was serious, yet soft around the edges, the faintest crease between her brows betraying her intense focus. There was no sign of the girl who clung to Caleb’s arm, who flinched slightly whenever he entered a room. Just Y/n, alone and brilliant.

Finally, he approached, careful not to startle her.

“Hey.” he said, his voice low so as not to disturb the quiet. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Y/n looked up, blinking like she’d just surfaced from deep water. Her eyes flicked toward him, a little startled, but not unfriendly.

“Oh. Hi.” she said, brushing a hand through her hair. “I’m just… catching up on some things.”

Nick nodded, his gaze drifting briefly across her notes again. “That’s… not freshman-level work.”

She gave a faint, almost embarrassed smile. “It’s a cross-listed course. Caleb thought I could handle it.”

Nick raised an eyebrow. “Looks like you can. That’s impressive.”

She shrugged, but the compliment seemed to settle something in her shoulders, the tension there loosening just a bit.

“You mind if I sit?” he asked.

Y/n hesitated. Then she glanced at the seat beside her, an empty chair, perfectly ordinary, perfectly harmless.

“…Sure.” she said after a beat. “I don’t mind.”

Nick slid into the seat slowly, not too close. He didn’t say anything right away. He just leaned back, pulled out a notebook of his own, and opened to a blank page.

For a while, they worked in silence.

But under the table, Y/n’s phone vibrated once. A message from Caleb.

🍏Caleb🍎: Almost done. Don’t leave. I’m on my way.

She didn’t respond right away. She just read it, then quietly turned the phone over, face-down on the desk.

Nick caught the movement, his pen pausing for just a second. But he didn’t ask.

The quiet stretched, comfortable but fragile.

Ten mins passed quietly between them. Occasionally, Nick would glance over at her notes, brows raising slightly at the level of detail and the sharpness of her logic. She kept her head down for the most part, but something in the way he sat beside her-unintrusive, present—made it easier to breathe.

Nick set his pen down at one point and leaned slightly closer, voice low.

"So... Caleb."

Yn's hand stilled, mid-sentence. She didn't look up, but he saw the shift-the almost imperceptible tension in her spine.

"What about him?" she asked, trying to sound casual. It came out a little too neutral.

Nick tilted his head, as if weighing his words. "You two are... close."

Y/n gave a soft huff of breath. "We've known each other forever."

"That explains the familiarity." Nick said. "But not the... constant presence. He's always there, isn't he? It's not just a coincidence that you're always together."

Y/n's head snapped up. Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation replacing the earlier calm. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Nick raised his hands placatingly, a small, reassuring smile on his lips. "Hey, just an observation. I've seen him around campus. He's a big deal here. Everyone knows Caleb." He paused, his gaze softening, almost sympathetic. "And you seem to be... a bit of a shadow, sometimes."

The words struck Y/n like a cold slap. Her face flushed, and she felt a prickle of anger.

"I'm not a shadow and he's my friend. My best friend. He looks out for me." Her voice was tight, defensive, rising just a fraction above the library's quiet hum.

"I get that." Nick said, his voice still low, his gaze unwavering but gentle. "Loyalty's a good thing. But 'looking out for' and... 'managing' are different things, aren't they? He seems to have a lot of opinions about where you go, who you talk to. Even what classes you take." His eyes flicked to her complex notes, then back to her face. "That's pretty intense for just a friend."

Y/n slammed her pen down on the table, the sharp click echoing in the hushed room.

Heads turned. Her chest tightened with a mix of indignation and a terrible, familiar discomfort. "You don't know anything about our friendship." she hissed, her voice barely a whisper but laced with genuine fury. "You just met me five minutes ago Caleb's always been there for me. He knows me better than anyone. He helps me. He protects me." Her voice was tight, defensive, rising just a fraction above the library's quiet hum. She grabbed her books, her hands trembling slightly as she stacked them, a clear signal of her distress.

Nick’s smile faded. He saw the genuine hurt in her eyes, the sudden stiff set of her shoulders. The defensiveness wasn’t a pretense; she was truly upset. He'd misjudged.

“Hey, whoa, hold on!” he said quickly, his voice dropping, tinged with immediate regret. He put his hands up, a gesture of surrender. “I am so sorry. That was out of line. Completely. I shouldn’t have said that.” He leaned back in his chair, giving her space, his previous probing entirely gone. “I really didn’t mean to upset you. That was dumb of me.”

Y/n’s movements slowed, though her shoulders remained stiff. She didn't look at him, but she didn't push her chair back either.

Nick exhaled slowly. “Look, I just… I saw you working, and you were so focused. Seriously, that’s impressive stuff. And you looked so… free, almost. It just seemed like such a contrast to when you’re with him, and I just blurted out something stupid. No excuse, though. My bad.” He paused, letting his words sink in. “I really am sorry.”

The sincerity in his tone was undeniable. Y/n chewed on the inside of her cheek, her anger warring with a surprising wave of relief that he wasn’t pushing, wasn't judging. She still felt raw, but the sharp edge of her fury began to dull.

“It’s fine.” she mumbled, not looking at him.

“No, it’s not.” Nick corrected gently. “And you have every right to be mad. He’s your friend, your best friend. That’s important. I shouldn’t have tried to… well, stir things up.” He offered a small, hesitant smile. “Can we just reset? My name’s Nick. And I think your work is amazing.”

Y/n finally looked up, her expression still wary, but a hint of something softening in her eyes. "Okay." she said, her voice a little softer now.

Nick grinned, relieved. He pulled a pen from his hoodie pocket and scribbled something quickly on a corner of his own notebook. He tore off the small piece of paper.

“Here.” he said, extending it to her. “This is my number. If you ever need a study buddy who doesn’t say stupid things, or just wants to talk about that cross-listed course without anyone making dumb assumptions, feel free to text.” He pushed the paper gently across the table toward her. “No pressure, though. Just… peace offering.”

Y/n stared at the small slip of paper. It felt light, insignificant, yet held the potential for something vast and unknown. She reached out, her fingers brushing his as she took it. The paper was still warm from his touch. She tucked it into the front pocket of her notebook, a small, secret gesture.

Just as she lifted her head, her gaze meeting Nick’s in a shared, fleeting moment of new connection, the library door opened with a soft whoosh of air.

Caleb stood in the doorway, framed by the bright light of the hallway. His dark eyes swept the room, pausing briefly on the distant tables, then moving to the secluded corner where Y/n sat. His gaze locked onto her, then slid, cold and assessing, to Nick.

[sidestepsam]

🪽Wings Facility/Arena breakdown:

Wanted to explain all of this for people who are curious. Long read!!

The Wings organization and the city of Dallas have a contracted deal to bring the Wings to Dallas by 2026 which is GREAT thing!!! Currently they operate out of Arlington. For that to be possible they need an arena and a practice facility.

In about 4 days (June 11th) city council members will be voting on if they should put a pause on construction plans so that they can re-strategize. As of right now, $55 million has been approved to build the new facility. About $8 million has been approved for arena renovations. $5 million more was very recently approved to begin the design and planning process of the new facility.

Here’s the issue:

The practice facility was originally set to be built alongside the renovation of the Dallas Memorial Auditorium (part of Kay Bailey Convention Center), which is their new arena, but the renovation of that arena has been paused due to conflict with construction needs for the World Cup coming in 2026. Due to all that the Wings wouldn’t move to their new arena till 2027.

Because of all those issues, and the fact that the city is still under contractual obligation with the Wings to meet their needs by 2026, the city council has moved the facility to a new location near Joey Georgusis Park which is undeveloped land owned by the city. It’s flat, construction ready, and near two major airports. Sounds promising, but that area is still not downtown and about 30-35 minutes from downtown Dallas which is the same distance that they work with right now.

In short: If the vote remains as it has been (likely) they’re getting their new practice facility by April or May of 2026. It sounds like it’ll be its own dedicated space and won’t be shared with another public building/area. Their arena will be located downtown, which will be great for attendance, accessibility, and sales but won’t be available till 2027.

All in all, the City is very much behind the Wings and they are very, very committed to making sure they are a part of Dallas the way the Mavs are. The organization has also taken the steps to make sure they get the treatment from the city they deserve. With Paige now a part of the organization, the basketball aspect of things are under huge pressure to get things right and form a winning team.

All I’m saying is that if you choose to buy in and be patient, I think Paige and the fans will be rewarded hugely in time. This is pro sports. Things are complicated and political. Be patient when it comes to everything besides the coaching lol.

[seaside-tropical-sun]

YAPPING ABOUT MY DARK FANTASY RPG/OTOME GAME SVSSS AU

tw: mentions of death, corpses and also barely coherent posting

A few people asked for it in my last post and while I would love to yap to anybody about this au since my friends don’t read danmeis I have no idea how to explain this easily so here goes a disjointed wall of text and unfinished sketches for you ^-^

First to explain the setting of this au it’s essentially if pidw was a fantasy otome game set after lbh becomes emperor and basically killed everybody and destroyed the world, where the protagonist (of their story game) is a girl who just woke up inside of ruins and has to find all these men and help them uwu written by ofc airplane who started routes for all the characters but gave up on all of them when his fans only wanted binghe

Shen yuan, intrigued by the strangely dark background to this shitty harem game, dies playing it similarly to svsss canon and is transmigrated as the protagonist of the game rather than sj,

Protagonist meimei, as I, sy, airplane and the narration calls her is an empty shell with no memories or personality of her own and is just the player character, the only real thing about her is that she has a set appearance and in the story when she encounters the men she needs to recruit/romance, all of them act strangely when first meeting her, I’ll leave it at that for now :)

Sy is familiar with the game and it’s characters and lore and has a narration (standin for the system) who helps (forces) him on the path

Some shenanigans I don’t have time to explain, he meets lqg who is a ghost roaming the ruins where the game starts specifically his own grave because, like in the original pidw, he died before lbh took over and witnessed all the atrocities from a weak ghost fire form and now that he has a physical form he wants to destroy the demon which sy doesn’t bc he, like the other fans of the game, has the hots for him (even if for now he says it’s bc his backstory is so sad and he doesn’t deserve it) he also finds airplane mqf and wqw and sets on a quest to find a few thingsTM that will trigger the game story break where protagonist meimei had to choose between picking lqg or lbh and ofc sy picks lbh

anyways

That’s where the story had originally stopped bc airplane died and now what happens is kinda unforeseen for both of them

That’s also when lqg meets sj by complete mistake after setting out to kill a den of man eating sirens in frustration at being abandoned by sy who he wants to help but also feels confused and conflicted by

(Sirens who basically took in sj after he woke up disoriented in a strange body inside of the very crypt he had been kept in for ten years of torture, the area is called the warm red waters because of all the blood, from the sirens, eating men :))

But now we are 50 years after sj died and the dead have started rising, all of which are after lbh’ s neck

Sooooo story wise I’ll cut it here because there is a lot more spoilers I guess ? and I have so much to talk about so now for some lore!

Because it’s fantasy I have some fun with the characters species so for example SQH is a ratman hamster man literarily and qqq is the fae queen (à la Titania), mqf is a thing I think I saw somewhere but can’t remember where called sylvians (my lore is that they look like tall satyrs with a long tail and are immune to poison so they make great doctors)

also I made a map of how I envision the area the story and game is in

So you know I’m committed to this with the only thing I’ll tell (for now at least) is that in the courtyard right at the entrance of the capital is a statue of a man kneeling on a broken broadsword with a thousand arrows impaled on his back :)

Also don’t mind my naming system based on probably ass translations of actual svsss names

More lore is that this entire place was flooded in a great disaster where lbh was presumed dead along with many others it also made this worlds death flowers, corpse eating water lilies, proliferate so much after lbh became emperor because of all the people he killed there isn’t anyone left taking care of the corpses which now lay in the water everywhere and the flowers make their roots inside of them then bloom on the surface it’s also related to the name for this au I have which is PIDW: serenading water lilies, to me it sounds like a video game name of a strange rpg and I think it’s fitting

maybe eventually I’ll find out what to do with mobei jun because for now he’s not in the plot at all but I want to use him for something I’ll just need to find what, also he’s an ice wraith (I’m very original I know)

As well as the map in April I made a bunch of icons and layouts for how I see the game in my head even if it’s for the aesthetic because it’s more a story where characters are in a game rather than actual game concept and also an animation I never posted so I’ll dump it here for anybody interested and maybe post it separately when it’s a bit more finished

Unfinished sheets for sqh and mqf (I have more but they are not finished enough to make sense to outsiders lol)

Bunch of icons

Items you could find

Mock-up for a death screen

Loading screen

Monster encounters lol (skinzun is more of a joke boss, I even wrote a little narration for it but idk I don’t think it’s good :/)

The animation is a thing I made thinking about fake promo for this fake game in this fake story and I have hit too many layers of detachment from canon I think

That’s it for now! If you read all this first of all thank you and honestly bravo because I don’t think it’s very structured or good but hey some folks seemed interested and I do have more it’s just very spoilery I guess but I’ll probably never write this thing fully so let me know if you want to know ^w^

[dioslesbianwife]

Hello!

May I request the phantom troupes with an fem reader who is like Columbina from Genshin Impact?

Columbina is a pale young woman with long black hair with dark pink/magenta highlights, tied into two side-plaits resting just over her shoulders with white ribbon around it in an X-shape. She has several white feather-like ribbons on the back of her head that are reminiscent of dove wings.

Columbina, a Fatui Harbinger in Genshin Impact, is portrayed as a mysterious and potentially dangerous character. While she seems oblivious and unconcerned with her surroundings, she's implied to be extremely dangerous, with other characters like Tartaglia and Wanderer warning against her. Her answers are unpredictable, and she might not even give a proper answer at all.

Columbina was utterly unconcerned by the events that transpired around her at any given time, and was seemingly oblivious and uninterested in the pointless political maneuvering that the entirety of the Fatui committed themselves to. During the funeral of La Signora, she was one of the few Harbingers who didn't take the time to bicker among her peers, instead choosing to lay on Signora's coffin and hum to herself without a concern.

ooh sure! i love columbina soooo much, i hope she's playable in the future haha. hope u enjoy and thank you for requesting!

Chrollo Lucilfer

The moment Chrollo meets you, he knows you're not just some airhead.

He’s fascinated by your contradiction- how someone so seemingly disconnected from reality can possess such intense, quiet power.

He once saw you humming and sitting among corpses like you were at a tea party. That’s when he knew he wanted you around forever.

You make cryptic remarks that always end up being true. He acts unfazed, but he’s writing them down in a little notebook.

The two of you will sit in complete silence for hours, reading or just existing. It's intimate, eerie, and oddly peaceful.

Pakunoda

Pakunoda is… unsettled by you at first. She can’t get a read on you, which is rare.

She eventually starts treating you like a younger sibling or a cat that might bite- fond, but wary.

When she uses her ability on you and sees your memories, she’s shaken. There’s so much darkness behind that dreamy smile.

Still, she’ll protect you fiercely. You’re family now, even if you make everyone feel like they're being watched by something otherworldly.

Shizuku

Shizuku and you? Surprisingly great duo. She's ditzy, you're detached- it weirdly balances out.

You sometimes walk behind her humming funeral dirges and she doesn’t even notice.

She starts copying your hairstyle, especially the ribbons.

Shizuku finds your eerie behavior soothing- no judgment, no questions, just floating through chaos together.

Uvogin

“What the fuck is that?” were his exact words when he first met you.

You giggled like it was a compliment.

He doesn't know how to handle you lying on top of rubble from a fight he caused, humming to yourself, hair tangled with debris.

Eventually, he starts to see you as something like a spooky little pet. But if anyone else calls you that? He's breaking skulls.

Somehow, you’re the only one who can calm him mid-rage. You place a gentle hand on his chest and he just... stops.

Shalnark

You baffle him. He tries reading your pulse, scanning brainwaves, and nothing explains your vibe.

You're the only person who can stare into a screen without blinking and freak him out.

He tries to flirt and you just blink slowly, tilt your head, and say something cryptic like “the stars died with the silence.”

…he’s so in love.

He swears you’re some kind of ghost. He even tried to hack a database to check if you’re real.

Nobunaga

Immediately suspicious. You give off “dangerous little girl in a horror movie” vibes.

You stare into his soul and hum while he sharpens his sword. He's lowkey terrified, but he'll die before he admits it.

Over time, he starts looking out for you in fights. Not that you need it- you once killed someone by simply touching their face and singing.

You rarely speak, but when you do it’s always soft and chilling. “Blood is prettier in moonlight, don’t you think?”

Now he has nightmares about you. You're in most of them... lovingly.

Franklin

He respects you from the jump. Something about your stillness feels old and sacred.

You sit beside him in total quiet for hours. He calls you a “little bird.”

When he fights, he makes sure you're far away… until he realized you're the one walking barefoot across the battlefield, humming beside corpses.

You once touched his shoulder and he didn’t stop shaking for an hour.

Despite everything, he lets you rest your head on his arm like a sleepy dove. You make him feel oddly calm.

Kortopi

You freak Kortopi the hell out.

He creates a copy of something, and you look at it with a dreamy smile and go, “It’s not real, but it remembers it once was.”

He stops using his ability around you for a while after that.

Still, you’re the only one who doesn’t make fun of him or get in his space. He finds himself lingering near you more often.

Once you started humming, and his duplicates started flickering. He refuses to talk about it.

Bonolenov

As a fellow “silent and creepy” type, Bonolenov weirdly vibes with you.

Your humming matches the rhythm of his music sometimes. You never do it on purpose… or so you say.

He sees you as a divine omen, especially with your wing-like ribbons and dreamy, faraway look.

He won’t admit it, but he gets genuinely angry if someone mocks you. You're sacred to him.

He once said you looked like a death priestess. You smiled and asked, “Do you want to see what that looks like up close?”

Phinks

“Why is she just lying there!?” he shouts, waving his arms, while you’re face-down in a field of blood like it’s a spa day.

He thought you were useless- until you ended a target with a lullaby and a smile.

Now he won't shut up about how creepy you are, but if someone else calls you that, he's throwing hands.

He pretends to hate it when you lay your head in his lap like a sleepy doll, but he melts.

You hum while he lifts weights and it's become his weird new gym motivation.

Feitan

Immediately drawn to you like a moth to flame- dangerous recognizing dangerous.

You're unpredictable and eerie? So is he. It’s love at first war crime.

He watches you sleep just to make sure you’re real. You hum even in your sleep and it freaks him out.

Your softness is deceptive. Feitan once saw you tear someone’s tongue out with your bare hands and hum as you cleaned the blood.

Now you sit and watch during torture sessions. He lets you pick the tools.

Machi

Machi didn’t like you at first. She thought you were fake.

But then she saw how still you are even during chaos- completely unfazed, maybe even enjoying it.

She has a strange urge to braid your hair. You always let her.

You're the only one she lets lie in her lap after missions. You hum while she plays with your hair and pretends she doesn’t like it.

She doesn’t understand you, but she doesn’t need to. You’re hers.

[isaackuo]

Why is Ruby able to cause snowfalls

AFAIK, this is still an open question, to be addressed in future episodes

Why is Mrs Flood able to break the 4th wall

AFAIK, this is still an open question. I've read speculation that she was actually talking to Anita, but that was contradicted in The Reality War as the two Ranis were unaware of the Time Hotel.

Why is the Doctor able to hear non-diegetic music

Was that a thing? I didn't notice or I forgot.

What's going on with all the references with DW actually being a TV show

I only recall two instances, both in Lux.

The Whovians are clearly a fun misdirect, as it was all part of Lux's trap.

When Miss Flood says to the theater goers, "The show's over on the 24th", she seems to just be wording it in a playful movie theater way (in universe). Out of universe, it's the writers making a joke.

How is it possible UNIT was rebuilt up so fast

As I understand it, UNIT was described as "suspended pending review", which sounds like Chibnall purposefully wrote it so that they could later just bring back UNIT whenever they felt like it.

What happened to Rogue and how was he able to communicate with the Doctor

What happened to Rogue was plainly shown in Rogue. He and the shapeshifter aliens were sent to superhell.

We don't know precisely how he was able to communicate, but the similarities to the Doctor's Doomsday message to Rose suggests it's something like that. How the heck he knew what message to send is an open question which seems like it was always intended to be addressed in future episodes.

What happened to Captain Poppy and the other space babies

Nothing. They were unaffected by the Rani's 1865 wish either way.

Who were Poppy's original parents

Belinda and Ritchie, an old boyfriend she broke up with in 2015. The Rani's 1865 Bavaria wish erased this Poppy - the real Poppy - but the Doctor shifted back the timeline "a degree".

What happened to Bel's original life

I assume you mean the life we saw from The Robot Revolution. Bel's original life was the one we see the Doctor return her to - single working mother.

The Rani wish timeline now only exists in the Doctor's memory ... and even that might have already faded away.

But the Doctor said earlier that all these false branches ... all these fake wish worlds ... all these alternative universes ... they still happened somewhere. They still meant something. This was both an in-universe message to comfort Belinda and Ruby and the others, as well as an out-of-universe message from RTD to us viewers.

What about Belindas housemates

Presumably they are still living in that flat, and it's unclear whether or not Belinda still lives there. Obviously Belinda's parents were babysitting Poppy, but it's possible they lived in the shared house (along with Poppy's recently deceased cat).

How is it possible Time Lords can't have children

The way the Doctor and the Rani explain it in The Reality War, this is a relatively recent thing - caused by the "genetic explosion" that wiped out (most of) the Time Lords. They explain that it left the survivors (The Doctor, The Rani, others?) sterile.

Furthermore, foreshadowing in Space Babies suggests what the Rani's plan was before she got et. The Doctor explains to Ruby that "Baby farms are used to boost a planet's population if the planet goes sterile or something". It's worth noting that the baby vats look very much like the incubation vats the Rani had in her TARDIS in The Mark of the Rani.

The whole bigeneration concept

While not a full explanation, the Doctor in The Reality War speculates that it is some sort of response to try and resist extinction and to repopulate. It feels like RTD is trying to help explain it without committing to a specific explanation too much. Basically, he's leaving it vague enough to give future writers (including himself) flexibility.

Important things that RTD set up in his second run of DW and somehow failed to explain:

Why is Ruby magically able to cause snowfalls and why does she have 'a song in her heart' (or something along those lines)?

Why is Mrs Flood able to break the 4th wall?

Why is the Doctor able to hear non-diegetic music and what's going on with all the references with DW actually being a TV show?

Why was it important to mention that Belinda had a descendant, who the doctor met in 'Boom', that looked exactly like her if we're never going to explore the meaning of it again?

How is it possible that during Jodie Whittaker's era UNIT was gone, and just in a couple of years the organization is back with virtually unlimited funds and a whole avengers-tower right in the middle of London?

What happened with Rogue and how was he able to communicate with the doctor whilst still being trapped in superhell? (I reiterate that I don't like him as a character but I feel that this particular plot should have been resolved with Ncuti as the doctor as it would have been coherent with their story arcs)

Now that the doctor changed reality to bring back Poppy, what happened to the original Captain Poppy and the other space babies? Who were Poppy's original parents? And what happened to Bel's original life, wasn't it important as well? What about his housemates? How do we know that they weren't by accident erased from existence because the Doctor altered reality?

How tf is it possible that Timelords can't have children? The 10th doctor (who is written by RTD as well ffs) specifically mentioned a couple of times having children?!?! Make it make sense. 

The whole bigeneration concept. I understand the idea, but I feel a more in-depth explanation would have been nice.

I'm sure there are more plot-points I'm forgetting, so feel free to add more, but the point I'm trying to make is: why would you set up so much stuff, if all Disney+ is giving you are 8 episodes per series?

It's frustrating, because the premise of those ideas are very interesting but they would require more time and more episodes to explore those concepts with a satisfying conclusion. Not to mention that RTD2 has been filled with fan-service galore, way too many characters (old and new) and publicity stunts, especially in the finale.

And of course the main victims of what happened in the end are Ncuti and Varada, because they were brilliant in their roles, and they deserved better and they deserved more. I just hope that they're getting lots of love and compliments from the fans, at least as consolation.

I'm not saying it's 100% RTD's fault, but I think some decisions led to some lazy writing and the result is... not the best to say the least.

[musicinherhead]

I am speechless after this book. There are just.. SO MANY THINGS I CAN TOUCH IN WITH THIS.

[Overall book spoilers, please read only if you read cover to cover<3]

• If Delilah Briarwood has no haters I’m dead.

• I didn’t expect the banquet and Sun Tree narrative to get worse. But it did. My therapist will be hearing about this.

• I did NOT anticipate the double edged dagger to the heart in Kymal with the “Fun Scary” to “Scary Scary” pipeline. That was— again my therapist will be hearing about this.

• Sharing a name with Laudna’s very first human friend was a very unique and personal experience I wanted to cry that entire timeline.

• Speaking of Bella, it is WILD TO ME how she and Imogen are the same age and probably have the same birthday— and Bella was implied to be a Ruidisborn, which tells me we get a reunion cameo soon I hope. I don’t know if I’d rather it be in a friendly way, or a villain way but I reallllllly hope it happens.

• Speaking of Imogen— how in the many planes of existence did they not kiss sooner?????? I never read something more romantic than Laudna’s thought on meeting Imogen and Imogen’s flustered reactions to Laudna. The blushing. The stammering. The devotion?????? I love them so much, they are so so special to me

• I adore Pate de Rolo with all my heart. His creation was so beautiful. Laudna making Delilah talk to and acknowledge him gave me joy.

• I adore the name Adorabelle so so much

[otaku553]

My brother recently got into Demon Slayer so I wanted to make a kny oc for him since I did it before with both me and my sister and never got around to my brother :)

But I started by refreshing my own design because wow?? It’s been 4 years since I first made my kny insert character and a lot of things are now outdated! Not to mention my art has improved a lot, I hope. More details under the cut!

Meet Ebisu Koharu: youngest of the Ebisu family and physically the weakest. They only barely passed Final Selection by hiding for the entire week and surviving off tips from their older siblings. Nonetheless, they still want to contribute, which is why they hold onto a thick, leather bound book that records every demon they’ve ever met in precise detail, with labeled diagrams and scribbled calculations in the margins of different strengths and weaknesses.

After spending a few years on the job, and properly seeing their data contribute to the successes of other demon slayers, they’ve come a bit more into their own as a competent researcher and fighter, though they still do tend to request paired missions with friends and family to act more as a support role rather than a fighter.

The Ebisu family is one of scholars. The eldest daughter Kaoru is a doctor, and the eldest son Shougen is a chemist. By nature, fighting is not necessarily their strong suit, which is why their family breathing style and techniques are all poison-assisted. Of the three, Koharu is the weakest and most averse to combat— they wield a short half-length blade, with more of a smooth ceremonial hilt and sheath than any practical weapon.

[j-august]

Philosophy was wasted on both of them. Everything was wasted on Claes. Julius was sometimes glad that civilization had reached the advanced stage it had, so that it could stand up to Claes. The Greeks would have gone back to tents.

Dorothy Dunnett, Niccolò Rising

[diviningtime]

"Em," Lilia repeated, committing the name to memory. Not that it was particularly difficult to remember. She raised her eyebrows slightly at the italian title, but passed no comment. For now.

"I'm Lilia when we're on our own, but it's Madame Calderu if there's a customer. People don't pay for fortunes from people with ordinary names." A frustrating truth, but an undeniable one; adding a 'Madame' in front of her surname was all it took for people to sudden believe in the legitimacy of her readings even before they'd had one.

"The ground rules," she began. "Don't touch things that are back there, in my home." Lilia pointed to the door that led to her ground floor one-room apartment. "There's a lot of reasons why but all are to keep you safe." Sometimes from magical objects, sometimes from faulty electricity. "Don't tell anyone that I'm a witch. I work hard for people not to know that." And hiding in plain sight had worked much better than anything else over the centuries; she had no intention of ruining it now.

"Now, I don't have the space or the money to give you a place to stay, but--" Lilia paused and walked to a nearby table, picking up a pen and writing down an address on a piece of paper. "if you want to stay somewhere that isn't the woods, this woman maybe can help."

Em hadn't said xe was living in the woods, but both common sense and the Sight told Lilia it was the case.

"Here." She held the paper out to Em, waiting for xer to decide if xe wanted to take it. "It's yours if you want it."

"If I knew how to control it, there's a lot more I would have changed and a lot more I'd ignore."

'Wouldn't we all like to change things?' Em thought to xerself. 'I'd never have ended up here if I could change the past.'

"All I can tell you is how to deal with what you See. What you do next. Or how to keep it secret."

Em nodded, attention fully focused on Lilia now. If Lilia could teach Em how to cope with all of the sounds and images xe was assaulted with on a daily basis, maybe Em could start to reintegrate with society. If Em felt like it. (Xe wasn't entirely sure about that).

Xe had never considered what to do 'next' with the information besides drawing or writing stuff down. And even then, sometimes new sketches or notes appeared in Em's sketchbook without xer even realizing xe'd made them. Those scared Em the most, though xe'd never admit it to anyone.

Then Lilia switched to jobs, and Em perked up. Xe looked around as Lilia motioned to xer shop, already coming up with ideas for what kind of murals xe might paint or carved statues xe could contribute to add to the "ambiance." This place was too homey for a clean, modern touch. It needed a bit of warmth and personality, like Lilia; a mural, some fix-it tasks, and some new knickknacks felt like the best way to go, at least for now.

The mention of ground rules had Em nodding, and xe didn't even consider how eager xe looked, how easily xe was agreeing to rules that might end up harming xer. But to Em's credit, nothing about what xe sensed from Lilia suggested that she would purposely cause xer harm.

"You can call me Em." Xe didn't specify how to spell it or what it might be short for. It wouldn't matter because xe only responded to 'Em' anyways.

"What should I call you? Madame Calderu, or something else, Signora?"

Em didn't even notice the last word slipping out.

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

hmm idk beast. i have no idea where she is. none at all.

[penitenteyeball]

Dum de dum dum

Gonna add max tags and max characters to each cause who cares

[compacflt]

recalled today that the plural form of court-martial is “courtS-martial.” oh and it’s always hyphenated. utterly devastated

[exopelagic]

auuudggghghhrhrhrbrr

[redstonedust]

in general i dont think fandom tattoos are a bad idea but i think u need to at least give yourself like a two year buffer from the end of that piece of media before you commit. like if someone told me "yeah im obsessed with hazbin hotel rn so im gonna get a hazbin hotel tattoo" id be like woah okay maybe put a pin in that idea for later. but if someone told me "yeah i read homestuck in its prime and i still love it so im gonna get a homestuck tattoo" id be like well fair enough its been like eight years. if you still like it now you'll probably still have fond memories of it in 20 years. you do you.