#but decided to switch to mal

[serenescribe]

If the three sentence prompt is still open then would you be able to write that scene from sleeping beauty where Aurora pricks her finger on the spinning wheel? But with overblot Malleus and Silver? (But Malleus still cares for Silver and doesn’t want to straight up kill him like Maleficent did)

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At the sight of his precious knight sprawled out against the stone floor in eternal rest, Malleus cannot help but smile.

It had been so easy to twist a meagre sliver of Lilia's dream, to lure away Silver with the drawling whisper of his name, enchantments swaying him along — away from the walls of the castle they're in, down a conjured path of twisting, shadowed corridors that does not actually exist.

And when Malleus conjured the spinning wheel, a curse infused into the prick of the needle, and coaxed Silver to step closer, to touch the tip?

It is a safe way to put the knight out of commission, to remove him from the equation altogether. Malleus does not wish death upon him, but Silver is slippery, his unique magic more trouble than he prefers. But by laying a curse upon him within his domain of dreams, Malleus no longer needs to worry about his unwanted intrusion, his dear knight so hellbent on halting his plans.

With a flick of his wrist, he lifts the slumbering boy up into his arms, cradled close in a princess carry. Silver's head lolls, eyes pressed firmly shut; Malleus cannot held but lean down and press a chaste kiss against the heated skin of his forehead, leaving a bare smudge of blot against his pale complexion.

"SILVER!"

At the sound of a familiar shriek, Malleus turns, greeted with the sight of Lilia, a fire burning in his crimson eyes, the silhouettes of Sebek and the Child of Man behind him. A gloved hand clenches tight around the doorway; "What did you DO to him?!" Lilia screams, anger ripping through his words at the sight of Silver in Malleus' arms.

Malleus only smiles. "I only did what had to be done," he breathes — and says nothing else. No, instead he lets his magic whisk them both away — to his castle in the depths of the abyss, where he shall lay Silver to rest within a silkspun bed draped with veiled canopies, watching over him while stroking a tender finger along his cheek, the boy remaining still and unmoving.

His knight will never wake up for as long as this eternal dream remains, but Malleus shall take care of him for the rest of time.

[kalims]

⋆ too drunk to recognize your boyfriend

feat. third years of diasomnia

malleus

"I.. have a boyfriend,"

to an extent. the guarded, suspicious look on your face would have concerned malleus to no belief, to others. he wouldn't have bat an eye whatsoever, but it's you so the feeling crawls up his spine and clouds his heart. he can't help the slight nudge of offense clouding his face cause you definitely shouldn't have any reason to make such a face to his.

the more his arm reaches out towards you—to ground your swaying form perhaps, the more you seem to be inching away from him. which shouldn't make sense at all! "child of man?" he murmurs. dropping the attempt to console you, to which you squint at him. back pressed against the front door to his dorm.

"who are you?!" you point at him, and he blinks. mortification spreads in his head. you've.. accumulated amnesia?!

malleus' fingers clench around the fabric on his chest, just after he had retracted the outstretched limb in fear of frightening you even more. there's a certain stiffness to his hand that illicit a drop of sweat from his forehead. him? he's your mal?

if he had the nerve to cry, he would.

but of course, you remain a priority. you exhibit unnatural behavior. no one just forgets important details in a day! you especially, won't forget about him! and he won't let you, ever.

you sway. your eyes darting around, and squinting like you're struggling to focus on one subject of your attention, a factor that might affect it is the fact you keep looking around instead on settling on something, preferably him. and, malleus is torn between steadying you, or him.

he chooses you.

despite your half hearted protest that audibly makes him sulk more, he twists the door to the dorm open and ushers you inside. not too much of a struggle, if anything, you seem lighter, and he almost actually hauled you around with minimal effort.

"must be a good night," a voice purrs, malleus doesn't have to glance at the source to know that it's lilia. years spent with the man does wonder with familiarity. it took him a couple of decades to get used to him. strangely enough he feels like he's known you longer, despite not.

the statement makes the taller male frown. lilia though, keeps the tiny smile, now tickled with a hint of amusement as the rubies shift from your blubbering form to malleus' face. oh? he's upset now. lilia muses. it's easy to ascertain his boy's move, like a sixth sense.

so lilia decides to probe further. "no? your face tells me otherwise."

malleus huffs a little. one of the habits he never seemed to grow out of ever since he learned to keep his... more draconic traits at bay. "you are less than accurate with your assumption," his eye twitches, either torn between distressed or irritation. despite the conflicting behavior, he still manages to treat you with a gentle hand while leading you towards the couch.

"it is a very terrible day." malleus continues. sad enough to complain, but fond of you enough to take the hint from your apparent cautious behavior towards him. lilia almost laughs when he spies him gloomy, sitting on the far end, away from you.

the lightning strikes just as the clouds roll in. lilia peers behind the curtains, chuckling a little at the weather.

well! he just hadn't seen malleus moping around this much since, what? when that gold trinket wouldn't fit in his tower anymore? "why so, my dear?" lilia coos, positively charmed by the 'adorable' disposition.

of course, he already knows. he'd heard your exchange moments ago.

lilia retains the easy look. "the child of man has forgotten about me," malleus explains. looking more stressed by the second. "whoever has done this, will pay." from a sad, faraway look to rage suddenly. "I beg of you, please return them." then switches back...?

he has half the mind to pretend like you're never gonna return normal but decides against it.

"of course!" lilia chirps. "they'll be well by tomorrow."

and, malleus looks like he had been holding the world by his shoulders seconds ago, a sigh of relief.

the next day, you're not sure why malleus is introducing himself in concerning detail. do you really need to know what color his assigned blanket was when he was given birth to...?

lilia

if anything, he's really the one who enabled your behavior.

"just one more." , "oh my, need another?" , "you look like you need it, come on now, don't be shy, you only live once~"

concerned, silver steadied you as you wobble on your feet. babbling about some nonsense under your breath which only illicits the boy to cast a disapproving glance at lilia (who only wears an amused smile).

"seems like they had quite the night." a cheery comment from the latter, and silver makes no move to resist when he moved closer with silent steps, then pries you to his side inside with a gentleness that would prove that he isn't.. actually the reason for your state, but not really.

lilia cooed, like he'd coddled them before. silver thinks but it is so distinct from the way he used to coax them into bed. "time for bed."

you peel your eyes open, squinting with a crease between your brows. you tug at your arm, of which doesn't really budge but lilia decides to humor the struggle so he lets go and raises his brows. "I'm not a kid!" you say, then turn your head to the side—like a kid.

oh, so adorable. lilia croons, swooning inside his head for a bit. how he'd like to simply hold you for hours end...

the romantic monolog of his daydreams though, is interrupted by you once more. ironic since you were the one he was just day dreaming about.

"oh, my. is that so? how lucky of me." he chooses to say instead.

silver sweatdrops. glancing between your hazy... anger maybe? it's not really anger in all honesty, just bordering. then to the lax demeanor his father exhibited. a glance would find normality in it, but he hasn't seen him pick on someone so...

he doesn't know the word for it, perhaps insisting on bothering a singular person as much as he can?

you gasp, snapping your head to silver. cause apparently you recognize him, but seemed scandalized by lilia's presence. "silver! protect me!"

amused, lilia watches you scurry back behind the boy.

"there's nothing to protect you from..."

"there's a man!"

"I'm a man too..."

"there's a bad man!"

your head peeks out from silver's confused frame, lilia's head follows the action. tilting to the side as you eye him hilariously warily. hmmm.. so very cute. "I'm an innocent, only wishing to steal my beloved." he replies, with a usual lightness. though the usual relaxation you had around him is replaced with irritation.

"you can't steal me away, my boyfriend and his children will strangle you."

lilia shares a look with silver. where did they get the idea of... such violence?

silver shrugs. not a clue, he seems to reply back, committed to just remaining a bystander even if he's technically in the middle.

"is that so?"

you nod vehemently, a more open vulnerability clear on your face than before. you point to lilia (well, technically you don't actually know its him! or maybe you're just playing with him?) squinting, accusing at all with him at the end of your pointer finger. the male only raises his brow, and flashes you a cheeky smile.

lilia contemplates playing with you. as in, replying 'why don't you guess?' because knowing you, even in this state you'd probably tell him: "how would I know?" then proceed to guess anyway.

you would have a cute expression, perhaps. but he isn't so cruel to the point where he would waste time—time you could be using to rest instead, preferably get sober, remember him when you wake up, and return to your lovey dovey self.

alright. maybe not lovey dovey on some days but he would definitely prefer that than you using his son as a shield against him, like the boy could actually hold him back.

well, it is technically his fault... but lilia had all the intentions to care for you if you ever got too drunk, he'd hold you up if you were too unsteady, guide you away from possible fiends, and make sure you recovered well the following morning.

but, this definitely didn't enter his area of expectations.

"yup!" you cry. "he might be short, but he can kick butt." for someone who's heard many arrogant words, he's never seen one who says one thing—a threat in your case, then you proceeded to cower behind the nonchalant silver.

you nudge silver.

silver blinks. "um... that's correct."

you glance back at lilia. as if to say I told you!

"so... he will kick my... butt?" lilia hums, indulging in using the word. goodness, good thing sebek is not here. that boy definitely would've kicked you out for endorsing such foul language.

he feigns a look of horror, to his amusement you seem to brighten.

simply adorable...

long story short. you seem to believe you've truly scared him off when he disappears.

concerned even more, silver watches you welcome lilia back with a dreamy sigh. like... you actually recognize him as your lilia, and not the guy you were just... threatening to bite the curb.

this is absurd... I should just rest... silver sighs.

lilia only beams at the showering affection.

[universefcb]

CUTE BATH, HECTOR FORT.

→ Summary: He comes home stressed, and you decide to take a shower with him, wash Hector's hair and give him a great massage.

→ Warning: Mention of Reader. Spanish phrases. Fluff. Romance.

→ Author's note: God, how I love him😭

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

The sound of the door opening with a sharp click was the first sign.

She was in the kitchen, slowly folding the towel she had taken off the clothesline, when she heard the key turn and the wood creak under the weight of someone who clearly had no lightness on their shoulders.

“Hola, amor…” she called softly, as if testing the temperature of the water before diving in. (Hi, love…)

No immediate response. Just the sound of the backpack being dropped on the floor, the sneakers being kicked off in a hurry, and then Héctor's body sinking into the sofa with a deep, almost painful sigh.

She walked towards him silently.

She found him with his forearms resting on his knees, his head down, his brows furrowed. His hair, which had always looked carefully combed, was now disheveled, strands of it sticking to his forehead from sweat. His hands were dirty with dried grass. He was tense, all over, from his shoulders to his clenched jaw.

“Rough day?” she asked, kneeling in front of him, patting his knee lightly.

He looked up, a mixture of exhaustion and relief in them that he was finally home.

“No tienes idea,” he muttered. “Hoy todo salió mal. Entrenamiento duro, presión, una pelea tonta con un compañero... Solo quería desconectar.” (You have no idea, Everything went wrong today. Tough training, pressure, a stupid fight with a teammate… I just wanted to switch off.)

She smiled lightly, running her fingertips along the sides of his face.

“Then let me take care of it.”

Minutes later, they were both in the bathroom. The hot water was already running through the shower, creating steam on the mirror and a constant sound that filled the comfortable silence between them.

She tugged gently at his shirt, feeling the taut muscles beneath her fingers. Héctor kept his eyes closed, as if trusting her was the first step toward letting go of all the weight of the day.

They got into the shower together, and for a while, they just let the water run down their bodies. He rested his hands on the wall in front of him, bending over slightly, letting the water hit the back of his neck.

“Gira hacia mí,” she asked, already with the shampoo in her hands. (Turn towards me)

He obeyed, his eyes still closed, his expression calmer.

She began to massage his scalp, using slow, circular motions. It was almost a ritual—her fingers dancing through his strands, her palm gliding gently, the lather forming as the scent of shampoo filled the air.

“You should let yourself be spoiled more often,” she whispered, chuckling softly. “You don’t even look like yourself when you come in like this, all grumpy.”

Héctor let out a low, hoarse laugh.

“He’s not grumpy. He’s… overwhelmed.”

“Entonces aligeremos la carga, Fort.” (Then let’s lighten the load, Fort)

His body shivered as he heard the name come out of her mouth. He loved the way it sounded from his mouth, passionate, calm, and polite. Everything he loved about her.

She ran her hands down the sides of his face, then down his neck and shoulders. The lather ran down his chest as she massaged the tense muscles with an almost medicinal calm. She felt her fingers sink into the tension, the soft cracks of his shoulders relaxing beneath her touch.

“Esto me esta salvando,” he murmured. “You... always know what to do.” (This is saving me)

She smiled and rested her forehead against his.

“Because I know you, Héctor. And because I love you.”

He opened his eyes for the first time in minutes. They were soft now. Tired, yes, but soft. He pulled her close, their naked bodies pressed together beneath the warm water, and kissed her slowly—a slow, unhurried kiss that said more than any words could.

“I love you too,” he said against her lips. “And thank you for being my refuge.”

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[accidentcache]

um um um um um um um um um um hi um um um can i um have a love song duet with our baby boy touya pweaaaaaaaaaaassssseeee

emergency contact | pierce the veil / dee’s karaoke night

notes: post war / canon adjacent touya. he’s okay with your name being on a lot more of his things now. mentions of seizures, touya being stubborn. (this is more a bittersweet love, but this is still love <3)

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his suitcase is heavy when it lands on the floor beside him. cat hair scatters on the hardwood at his feet, though the feline is nowhere to be seen. he can't remember the last time he's seen your cat. would he even remember him? would he still curl on his chest like he used to, beg for scraps like touya had always pretended he hated giving him?

the door shuts softly behind you as you step in beside him. the energy is tense-- not the reunion he was thinking he was going to get after coming home from rehab.

of course, the mushy, sappy bullshit happened at the hospital. he hugged you with the arm that wasn't under intense healing, he let you cry tears that he knew he didn't deserve into the ratty t-shirt you had brought him weeks before his official discharge.

he doesn't say much anything else, swallowing a lump that had forcibly formed in his throat. you don't say anything either, but there's a reassuring hand on touya's bicep that allows him the strength to drag his suitcase back to the bedroom.

in the weeks that follow, touya struggles to find his routine now that he's out of rehab and under intense surveillance and medical care. there are good days, and there are bad days. on good days; touya snuggles on the couch beside you, watching whatever crappy television show you decided to put on and eats himself stupid on take-out because he finally has an appetite.

on bad days, he shuts himself out. forgets to take his medication. snaps at you for helping him to the bathroom when he's about to vomit and when he ultimately falls to the floor, he pushes you away.

it's a back and forth. a step forward and two steps back kind of relationship. before the war there wasn't this much tension, but then again touya wasn't trying to relearn mobility in an arm he burned trying to end his family and himself.

on a really bad day, you have to rush him to the emergency room when he starts to tremble violently, throwing up like he can't control what comes out of his body. you're scared-- shaking and crying as you drive, trying to shut out his moans of pain out of your ears. you have to erase how he pleaded your name when the nurses rushed him back, leaving you in the lobby. you weren't on file. he hadn't added you yet.

touya's different after that stint in the hospital. physically, he's gone downhill. he struggles with the treatments. it affects him mentally.

he doesn't know when the switch happens. one day he wakes up next to you-- before your alarm goes off for work. the sun is just barely starting to peek over the horizon, the morning twilight softening the lines of your form under the blanket you had picked out the last time both of you went out together.

he takes his medication and makes coffee, setting out the mug you normally use off to the side for you to fill when you finally woke up.

the day isn't any different. the schedule is still the same, the routine the same as before. touya thinks he must've hallucinated something. he doesn't bring it up to you, nor does he mention anything to his therapist when he goes in for his bi-weekly appointment.

two weeks later, touya suffers from a grand mal seizure. his body almost shuts down on him-- you physically see the color drain from his body. you don't think you'd make it to the hospital in time, and you think the ambulance is running out of time.

when he's loaded onto the stretcher, the paramedics are telling you which hospital to meet them at. you nod through the tears, your body shaking with adrenaline and dread-- when touya's hand wraps around your wrist.

his grip isn't tight, but it's enough to get your attention. it's enough to glue your eyes to his form, even when his aren't even open. his ring finger taps three time on your wrist. he doesn't let go-- he practically hisses when the paramedics try to separate you from him.

they're telling him how only family are allowed, though when they pull him further into the cab of the ambulance he does not let go of your wrist.

touya was never one to think that far into the future. even before the war, especially afterwards. he was in a constant battle with his body, his health, thinking for sure he wouldn't reach 30. he never wanted to tie you down when he knew he wasn't going to get that far in the first place.

one thing he is sure about, is you.

how you’re always there, at the worst of times, and the better of it. how you’re still here. how you have yet to give up on him, even when both of you know he’s nowhere near easy to handle.

and even though that look of pity still flashes in your eyes from time to time, touya has gotten used to it. hell, he’s gotten used to a lot of things he thought he was already used to.

your name is added as an emergency contact to his medical profile before the ambulance reaches the hospital.

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[luckycrystal]

Media || Kylian Mbappe x unpopular Y/n ft Hakimi.

Y/n is exposed to the media and the attention that comes with dating Kylian Mbappe. But it doesn't seem like the public like her, at least at first then she learns not to mind what they think about her.

Y/n and Kylian had been dating for six months, keeping it on the down low.

At the third month, only Hakimi knew, it was a secret kept by three of them. And not because they told him but it was because the PSG player kept bumping into them, too many times than it seemed normal.

The next to know was Vini Jr simply because they started spending more time together when Kylian moved to Madrid, and the Madrid forward also kept on bumping into y/n all around the house.

None of his family knew. Y/n also hadn't told hers, though she knew they would accept them both because her nephew and younger cousins were his fans. They were eventually going to tell them when they thought that the relationship was more developed, and were absolutely sure.

But that choice got took out of their hands when a paparazzi took a picture of them kissing by his car when you both went out for an evening ice cream. It sent the whole internet crazy to investigate who you were and what you wanted with their football idol.

'bet she's just with him for money'

'ugh her face looks weird, how many plastic surgeries has the girl had?'

'just wait she's going to soon become an influencer'

Y/n read the comments and frowned at what people were saying. Y/n owned an art gallery because of her love of art, she was not with Mbappe for money, neither did she ever plan on being an influencer but now wherever she went there was a camera or someone videoing her every move. It was high suffocating but she endured.

The mornings after, y/n saw Mbappe mother at his doorstep, they didn't live together because of her job in France but she always made sure to fly back for his game nights, and so did he. "Can I come in?".

Y/n nodded letting her in. His mother looked around, "Pas mal (Not bad)" She commented on the cleaning y/n was doing. "Are you renovating the place?".

"I liked how it was before but it was too sporty, too many Ronaldo pictures and wallpapers of football so I decided to give it a bit life" Y/n says as she looks at the now beautiful artworks on the wall. "Plus it gets my mind off certain... things".

"does he know you are doing this?" She points at the artworks. "I mean, it's expensive no?".

Y/n tries to maintain a smile. Turning to her she said, "It's actually from my art gallery, I paid for them myself, he doesn't know yet".

His mother nods. "Oh" Her face forms into something of guilt. "I'm-".

"It's fine" Y/n tells her. "You are just worried for your son, but I'm a financially independent woman I won't steal his money or waste it either, I don't even let him pay for lunch if I can, I always spilt the bill, I don't want his money at all".

She smiles. "I'll have to speak with him then" Y/n looks at her confused. "-And ask him why he didn't want to introduce you earlier, you're far better than the previous ones, let me just tell you about them-".

Y/n entertains his mother the whole afternoon, they cooked, laughed, watched a movie and exchanged numbers. It helped her distract herself a bit from the articles.

Then y/n saw it;

Breaking News:

Former Y/n boyfriend comes out with an interview about her;

"she was not a good girlfriend"

"it was clear from the beginning all she wanted was money"

"be careful Mbappe, she's going for your bag"

Y/n immediately crashed on the ground, her legs refusing to hold her up.

The phone in her hand rings and she brings it to her hear. "Shut down the news"

"huh?"

"Kylian says he doesn't want you switching on the news till he gets back" Hakimi tells y/n. "And if you've already seen it then you should not focus on it".

"But why did that jerk do that? Plus the facts are distorted, I broke up with him because he was cheating on me and very unwilling to do anything" Y/n started crying. "He thought I should provide for the both of us, can you imagine that?".

"y/n don't cry, kylian is going to kill me if he finds out I let you cry" Hakimi warns.

"but I can't help it" the crying worsens.

"y/n that's how it is when you get famous, old exes or friends, people you thought were friends they appear to spin stories about you, it's usually for clout" He comforts. "Not that you deserve it, but if you want to stay with my friend you have to learn to ignore it like he ignores it".

"it's not easy" he tells her. "but you can do it".

At this time the crying lessened. "Thanks, Hakimi".

"you're welcome".

Y/n gathers herself and goes up to take a bath, to wash out the conflicts in her mind somehow. Only to hear her phone ringing again, "Hakimi?".

"tap the link"

Y/n rush to her messenger and opened the link, it was of a press conference that Mbappe was in. It was a post match after they had just won, y/n watches feeling proud of her boyfriend.

'what are your thoughts on y/n and is she after your money?'

Y/n frowns.

'should you be investing in hakiminology?'

Her frown deepens.

"This interview has nothing to do with my girlfriend but since you've brought her up, I'd like to say a few words about her. She's a very hardworking woman, she never lets me pay for anything though I'd really like her to let me" Kylian tells the interviewer. "She comes to almost all my matches, and misses some cause of work even though I know she prefers arsenal and bukayo saka"

Y/n rolls her eyes fondly, peeking at the Saka shirt at their shared wardrobe. He continues, "She also likes other sports and especially basketball, she's a Lakers fan, that's how we met and no she did not approach me, I went to her first. My hands were shaking when I asked her out, and when we made our relationship official some weeks later she made it clear that she wanted as much privacy as possible, so did I we matched equally".

"It's sad though, to think I can afford luxury clothes and shoes but cannot give my girl what she wants most" He shrugs. "But having said that, I'd like to demand respect from you and all the people on the internet, how would it feel to be taunted and insulted should the situation be reserved? If you have that in mind, can you please leave my girlfriend alone in peace?".

By the end y/n was sobbing stupidly in their room.

And the comments had also changed.

"wow, what they have is true love"

"wish my relationship was like this"

"our healthy couple~"

Y/n also started laughing. She didn't need their approval, all the important ones to her knew who she was, and liked her the way she was. There was no need to think about what their own thoughts of her was.

The end.

[beneathsilverstars]

been doing research on writing plural systems for sif+loop in mundane modern aus, and i think i've got a solid idea of what i want to do! specifics may vary by au but i wanted a base set of headcanons to vary from, so sif+loop being a system can be a background fact of my au musings instead of something i have to reinvent every time.

(i'm a singlet so if any systems have concrit or thoughts they want to share i'd be happy to hear it! i'm not like planning a fic or anything currently, but it's still nice to not be working off of misconceptions for my silly little posts.)

siffrin took over as the main host in their late teens and doesn't remember anything from before that. in their early-mid 20s their work/housing situation was horrible and when they couldn't take another day like that, siffrin split into loop (who kept the mid 20s memories, with a new personality) and siffrin take two (who remembers the 17-20 era a bit better, but then there's a big gap). between the two of them they were able to cope better and hold a not-as-awful job and get a shitty apartment all to themselves!

siffrin fronts more often on average, because they're better at quietly accomplishing day-to-day tasks. but if he gets too overwhelmed or anxious (think their mini loop-backs in canon) then loop takes over, bc loop dgaf about some of the things siffrin worries about, and doesn't shut down as easily. but since they don't bottle up their feelings as severely, they're more likely to react outwardly and make rash choices like quitting their job, being rude, splurging on little treats, etc. so that's why siffrin is the default fronter for things like work and chores, when he's feeling up to it.

loop is fairly aware of what's going on while siffrin is fronting - sometimes they choose to tune more of it out, but they can catch most of it if they want to, and sometimes siffrin will talk to them or nudge them to pay attention. since they know at least the basics of what siffrin was up to, they can usually step in pretty smoothly when they need to take over! and it's very easy for them to take over, with or without siffrin's say-so, though they try to ask if it's not an emergency (and if it is an emergency, siffrin is likely trying to back away from the front anyway).

when loop is fronting, though, siffrin is entirely away, dreaming in the void. loop can nudge them for a vague opinion or relevant memory, but they can't hold a full conversation and they're not aware of what loop's doing. when loop puts them in the front again they're usually disoriented and need a moment for loop to tell them what's been happening. and again, loop is the one deciding to switch; sometimes siffrin might resist getting pulled back if they're still feeling bad, or get antsy and start reaching out if they've been asleep a while or are having bad dreams, but they're not gonna react to environmental situations since they're not aware of them.

mal is in there too but doesn't front. its role is to be socially hyper-vigilant, pointing out when other people might be upset at them so the alter who's fronting knows to fix it or avoid the person. it's been around longer than siffrin, and was helpful way back then, but now that siffrin and loop have worked out an effective balance and are fairly safe, mal's behavior is somewhat maladaptive (ha!). it's not super directly aware of the outside world like loop is, not anymore at least, but it does get secondhand memories from both siffrin and loop. it actually sometimes remembers facts and details that sif and loop both quickly forgot, because maybe those details will end up relevant to spotting and avoiding future problems - but since it got the memories secondhand and filtered them through a particularly paranoid worldview, it's likely to misremember subjective interpretations as literal truth, so you gotta take its claims with a grain of salt.

it mostly hangs out in the void imagining fractals and whatnot these days, keeping an eye on siffrin while they sleep. it occasionally perks up and chimes in with its pessimistic point of view when siffrin is really upset - it can communicate better with sleeping siffrin than loop can. loop is not on speaking terms with it because they're mad that it goes behind loop's back and makes siffrin more upset right when loop is trying to shield him from the upsetting situation. but siffrin doesn't mind it bc it's just trying to help in its own way, and sometimes it is helpful to face their fears in plain words instead of avoiding them. and siffrin will sometimes ask it for help with like, puzzles, because it's good at pattern recognition.

there's also a no-longer-quite-dormant alter that presumably fronted for much of the body's childhood. they don't hang out in siffrin and mal's void, and they don't talk to anyone else within the system. but now that the system is more safe and stable, every once in a while something will catch their attention and they'll gently push to the front and start talking. as soon as their train of thought is interrupted they're gone again, and the other alters don't even remember that they got usurped for a moment, a la siffrin's bits of telling childhood anecdotes in canon. loop and siffrin have surmised that they exist, and call them the lost one.

mal has also implied that there's at least one more dormant alter, but it's from before siffrin-and-loop's time and possibly mal's as well.

if something happens that's so distressing that siffrin retreats into headspace and loop won't take over either, the body goes into dissociated autopilot. it will follow basic one-step instructions (such as "follow me" or "eat this"), speak in a couple simple scripts (such as answering "how are you" with "i'm fine"), and complete rote tasks such as taking a familiar route home from work or going to bed. loop doesn't pay much attention because that would defeat the point / put them back in front, so they usually have very little if any idea of what happened in this state, but it is possible for outside events to catch their attention enough for them to try fronting again. otherwise they'll be back next time the body wakes up. siffrin, on the other hand, usually won't front for at least a day or two after this happens, and will likely have forgotten the events leading up to it as well.

it doesn't happen very often since it's the very last resort, after siffrin dissociating, loop taking over, and loop dissociating. loop and siffrin don't consider the autopilot an alter because it doesn't form memories, have emotions or opinions, or interact in the headspace; it just follows where it's led, by habit or outside influence. loop has argued in favor of trying to imbue it with more personhood so it's less uncanny for other people to interact with and can get loop's attention when the distressing thing is over, but siffrin argues that if it can think that defeats the point, and they'd just end up with this new alter and a new autopilot.

past all that, the specifics will depend on the exact au; particularly the ratio of loop time to siffrin time will depend on how much siffrin works and how awful their job is, whether siffrin and/or loop have friends yet, etc. but i think when they're doing pretty well they'd be happy with siffrin doing work/chores and most of the activities that they both enjoy (since then they'll both remember it), and loop fronting for maybe a third of their free time to do their own thing, and maybe here and there if something goes wrong at work. and then if siffrin starts feeling burnt out, they swap for a couple days of loop doing most things and siffrin just coming out for an hour or two. siffrin and mal probably talk maybe a couple times a month, unless siffrin is really going through it, in which case they might talk a lot for a couple days. it also might be possible for mal to eventually adapt a little more to being safe, and start providing a wider range of possible interpretations instead of just the worst case scenario.

ok that's all! and as i said, i'm totally open to feedback. :3

[possesseddesiress]

Switch Up: La Ambición de Miles

ADVERTENCIA DE CONTENIDO: Esta historia incluye temáticas de transformación y control de cuerpos con un enfoque sugerente. Si este tipo de narrativa no es de tu agrado o no cumples con la edad recomendada, te sugerimos no continuar. Todas las imágenes utilizadas (si las hay) pertenecen a sus respectivos dueños. No reclamo ninguna autoría sobre ellas y solo se usan con fines ilustrativos.

Si decides seguir adelante, bienvenido a Possessed Desires, donde la mente y el cuerpo nunca están completamente bajo tu control.

Switch Up: La Ambición de Miles (Versión Español)

Pensé en pedirles ayuda a Ethan y Logan. Después de todo eran mis mejores amigos, pero ambos parecían tan desconcentrados en flexionar sus nuevos músculos o casi olerse entre ellos, parecían niños.

No me importaba levantar sospechas, más de una persona nos había visto en la biblioteca, algunos curiosos, incluso otros juzgando. ¿Pero qué harían? No tenían forma de comprobar que había algo mal con "Caleb" y "Ruben", mucho menos en el nuevo comportamiento y declaraciones de "Alan". 

El cuerpo de Alan sin duda era una buena adquisición: guapo, atractivo, musculoso, rico, incluso su aroma era... Un deleite.

Sin embargo, se alejaba mucho de mi "destino final", el único motivo por el cuál había empezado a hacer el control: Blake Jones. 

El mejor deportista en toda la preparatoria: Había sido capitán de los equipos de natación, soccer, lucha grecorromana y baloncesto. Y pudo haber sido capitán de más equipos si él hubiera querido, era todo un fenómeno para los deportes, ni siquiera sabía de dónde sacaba tanto tiempo para practicar y representar a la escuela en cada disciplina, pero ahí estaba, siendo la estrella.

Yo quería eso.

Podrías pensar que al ser un deportista, su promedio sería bajo, muchos músculos pero poco cerebro, ¿no?

Al contrario, Blake parecía tener todo en la palma de su mano: Fama, cuerpo, cerebro y dinero. 

El trampolín perfecto para llegar a la cima del éxito. Desde siempre me habían hecho sentir menos por mi aspecto: muchos granos, un problema en la columna, lentes y para acabar peor el asunto, también tenía brackets.

Para los demás no era nada más que otro típico nerd con un problema de siseo y aficionado por la informática. Pero era más que eso, y el control era la prueba perfecta de mis capacidades.

El cuerpo de Blake era la oportunidad idónea para sacar a relucir mi intelecto, un cuerpo así de ardiente acompañado por una mente brillante... El éxito asegurado.

Miles de inventos creados por mí. ¡Steve Jobs y Einstein quedarían pequeños a mi lado! El control podría salir al mercado mucho tiempo después, tal vez, venderlo a una enorme cantidad de dinero y asegurar una forma en la que nadie pueda quitarme mi nuevo cuerpo y todo sería perfecto.

Pero de nada servía fantasear sin tener mi boleto de lotería. 

Avance decidido hasta llegar al área deportiva de la escuela, justo donde estaba la alberca, el campo de soccer o el de fútbol, incluso el gimnasio. No había forma en la que no pudiera dar con Blake.

Algunos chicos me saludaron, lo que me tomó desprevenido hasta recordar en que piel estaba. Se sentía bien ser notado, si un cuerpo como el de Alan era llamativo, no podía imaginarme que conseguiría con mi semental predilecto. 

Llegué al gimnasio, vacío. Por un segundo pensé que había fallado, cuando escuché una respiración suave, volteé a ver un poco más cerca, buscando el origen. Hasta que vi a Blake sentado en los steps, agitado y usando su camiseta de compresión, me observó por un segundo, levantando su palma.

— Hey – suspiró con una sonrisa.

Fue cómo si mi cerebro dejara de funcionar, hubo un silencio incómodo hasta que por fin algo escapó de mis labios. 

— Hola

Eso le hizo levantar la ceja. 

— ¿Por qué tan serio, Alan? – se inclinó para tomar agua – ¿Tus ensayos no van bien? 

— Nah, bro – Carajo, ¿no sonaba muy forzado? – La maestra Rivera se torció el pie o algo así, suspendieron los ensayos.

— Qué mal – Asintió ligeramente. Otro silencio – ¿Seguro que estás bien, amigo? Te sientes más callado de lo usual. Además... Ugh. ¿Qué es ese olor? – Hizo un ademán, empezando a oler a su alrededor.

Mierda, mierda. 

Se acercó a mí, olfateando. 

— Amigo... – suspiró negando, levantó la mirada. Y lo que siguió a continuación me tomó por sorpresa – ¿Desde antes? Hoy despertaste audaz 

Murmuró para tomarme de la nuca y pegarme a él para un beso. Fue intenso, ¡¿pero qué estaba pasando?! 

— Espera... – murmuré alejándome. 

— ¿Muy expuestos? Tienes razón, me precipite. Lo siento, pero es que, hueles demasiado bien, amigo – sonrió para volver a casi lanzarse contra mí.

¿Blake era gay? ¿Alan era gay? ¿Los dos estaban... juntos? Carajo, se supone que soy inteligente, ¿cómo no lo note?

Casi nunca se hablan en público, ni siquiera pertenecen al mismo círculo social y comparten pocas clases. Pero... Blake siempre va a las funciones de teatro, y Alan a todos los partidos. 

Me beso en el cuello con intensidad, acariciando mi cintura, levantando ligeramente la playera para hundir sus dedos en mi piel. Solté un suspiro, fue cómo si el cerebro se me hubiera freído, ¡no podía pensar nada!

Quería más de él. Sabía cuál era mi objetivo, ¿pero cuál era la probabilidad de conseguir esto en mi cuerpo? Nula. ¿Y después de que me vuelva Blake? Imposible. 

Besé sus labios con intensidad, y después me dirigí a su axila para hundir mi rostro en ella, oliendo cómo loco. 

— ¡Woah, tranquilo! ¡Parece que alguien está emocionado!

Se rio con aquella sonrisa carismática, cargada de deseo. Continúe lamiendo y oliendo sus axilas, llenando mi rostro de su sudor, su esencia. 

Me tomó con algo de fuerza desde los glúteos, masajeandolos de forma obscena. Cerré los ojos, jadeante y perdido en la sensación, que ni siquiera me di cuenta cuando sacó el control. 

— ¿Qué es esto? – preguntó curioso, sopesando la caja. Estaba por quitársela, pero sería sospechoso, ¿qué haría alguien cómo Alan con algo así? Es decir... parecía un control y ya a simple vista, ¿pero traerlo contigo?

— Lo encontré – murmuré – Estaba tirado en uno de los pasillos

— ¿Y para qué lo agarraste? – más que confundido, parecía curioso, con una risa al final de su pregunta. 

— Me pareció llamativo 

Él asintió 

— Lo es – Pasó sus dedos por los botones, jugueteando por él, ni siquiera se dio cuenta cuando presionó el botón amarillo, justo cuando lo tenía volteado hacía él – ¿Funcionará con pilas o algo así? – Lo volteo de nuevo.

Y de repente estaba con el control en las manos. No pude evitar sonreír.

Fue algo extraño, cuando pase de mi cuerpo al de Alan, sin duda se sintió distinto, era más alto, tenía un cuerpo esbelto, pero ahora. Demonios... Me sentía fuerte de pies a cabeza, las pantorrillas, los brazos. ¡Sus pectorales se sentían como melones y sus abdominales cómo el acero! Me sentía tan... Poderoso. 

Levanté la mirada, encontrándome con la del cuerpo en el que estuve apenas momentos atrás. 

— ¿¡Qué mierda!? – gritó. Se miró a sí mismo, tocandose con pánico. 

Jamás había sido bueno actuando. Las ciencias y las matemáticas eran mis mejores armas, actuar... Apenas lograba pasar en teatro. Pero tenía que hacerlo, al menos sí quería acomodar los clavos en esta oportunidad. 

— ¿¡Blake!? – Dije en tono asustado. Tenía que poner todo mi esfuerzo en no empezar a toquetearme como un loco. 

El nuevo Alan se observó a sí mismo con asombro, se paró frente a un espejo. No decía nada, sólo estaba perplejo. Y cuando menos lo espere, sonrió. 

— Nada mal... – murmuró acariciando sus brazos, el marco de su cintura e incluso tomando sus glúteos para agitarlos – ¡Sí que tienes el trasero grande! – se burló dándole unas bofetadas mientras reía.

Pensé que estaría más asustado o incluso reacio, pero parecía emocionado explorando su cuerpo. No tardo casi nada en meter su mano dentro de sus pantalones. 

— Tu tampoco estás nada mal – murmuré para empezar a tocar mi nuevo amplio pecho, fue tan satisfactorio sentir aquellos gordos bultos. Ya no era un enclenque, ¡ahora tenía músculos por todos lados! – Y sólo huele esto... – dije levantando el brazo, disfrutando de todo el apestoso hedor qué ahora emanaba. 

Fuerte, almizclado y penetrante. Olía como un hombre de verdad, un macho alfa... "Alan" seguía tocándose con esmero, incluso sacó su teléfono para tomarse un par de fotos enseñando sus brazos.

— ¿Ah sí? – levantó la ceja mientras empezaba a avanzar hacía mi, lento.

— Sí... Alan.

Se quedó quieto por un segundo, pero después sonrió.

— Deberías dejarme probarlo, Blake.

Y fue cómo tocar el cielo. Probar todas mis fantasías, el futuro en la palma de mi mano.

— Adelante.

Levanté mi playera para dejarle acceso directo al cuerpo qué parecía devorarse con la mirada, además de que sus pantalones no dejaban nada a la imaginación.

Una prominente silueta se formaba, y ni siquiera me sentía tan "emocionado" aun. Sentía el peso de sus atributos, pesados como un toro. 

Se arrodillo para empezar a lamer en su totalidad mi abdomen, se sentía bien... demasiado bien. Cómo un objeto obediente y atento listo para servir. Lo tomé del cabello para frotarlo una y otra vez contra mi piel, lo que lo hizo soltar un quejido.

— ¡Ah, ah, A-Alan!

— No. Mi nombre es Blake.

Exigí. Apretando sus cabellos, lo que lo hizo jadear más.

— Blake... – murmuró con tono obediente. 

— Así me gusta, cachorrito...

Sonreí.

Cuando menos lo esperaba, ambos estábamos estampados contra el espejo, sus pectorales chocaban en la fría superficie, y su vara se frotaba una y otra vez en el reflejo.

— ¡Ah, ah! 

Mordisquee su cuello, apretando más su cintura, el vaivén entre nuestros cuerpos era continúo, sudoroso y embriagador. Cómo si ambos nos hubiéramos rendido a simples instintos, pero cielos. Obtener el cuerpo de mis sueños y tener a mis pies a ese mismo chico, podía hacerme durar horas. 

— V-voy a acabar – suspiró con los ojos cerrados, ansioso. Estaba por darle más fuerte cuando pensé, con una sonrisa malvada. Detuve los movimientos, lo que lo hizo sentir más desesperado – ¿Por qué te detienes? 

— Dime que siempre serás Alan.

Lo acaricié suave, cómo si en cualquier momento fuera a quitar la mano.

— ¿Qué? ¿De qué rayos hablas?

— Y yo siempre seré Blake.

Sonreí. 

— Amigo, no me está gustando lo que estás diciendo, yo creo que...

Estaba a punto de hablar cuando volví a empujarme contra él, enterrando aun más mi herramienta.

Sus ojos se abrieron de par en par, su mejilla se pegó al vidrio mientras jadeaba por más, empuje una y otra vez. Disfrutando del sonido de las pieles golpeando entre sí, incluso pareció escurrirse saliva de su boca, con una sonrisa tonta y perdida. 

— Dilo.

— Y-yo...

— ¡Dilo! – volví a aplicar más fuerza. Lo que pareció quebrarlo, fue cuando toque aquel punto sensible dentro de él. 

— ¡Ah, soy Alan! ¡Tu Blake! ¡Ah, ah! – jadeo con una sonrisa, asintiendo. No pude evitar liberar mi semilla dentro de él, de inmediato, él hizo lo mismo, derramando aquel líquido blanquecino en contra del reflejo. 

Lo dejé tirado con satisfacción en mi rostro. La respiración de Alan se veía agitada, todo un desastre, me observó detenidamente.

Pensé que tendría un arranque de ira, o que intentaría golpearme, siquiera reclamar: pero en su lugar, sólo sonrió. 

— Blake...

Murmuró. 

Los días continuaron después de eso. Sabía que la gente podía notar el "nuevo" comportamiento en Caleb, Ruben, Blake, incluso en Alan. Pero muchos preferían ignorarlo, además de que. ¿Qué le dirían a chicos populares?

Exacto, nada.

El nuevo Logan era muy manso, Ethan y Miles por otro lado... Durante un rato fueron molestos, pero después de un par de charlas, disciplina y que sus bocas fueran ocupadas para algo más que quejarse, se volvieron tan obedientes como él.

Y todo parecía ser perfecto. ¡Me encantaba ser Blake, sólo mira estos músculos!

Todos me miraban, todos estaban vueltos locos por mí, babeando a cada paso que daba en esta escuela, dónde finalmente era el rey.

Poco a poco comencé a usar ropa más reveladora. Al carajo, ¿qué importa? 

Sexy, un adonis. En un inicio me preocupó que haría con respecto a los deportes de Blake, tenía el cerebro pero no sus capacidades deportivas. Pero aprendimos rápidamente que los talentos y habilidades de nuestros cuerpos actuales, parecían conservarse. 

Ruben era toda una sensación para las obras, decían que se había vuelto un poco más... "picante". Los rumores de citas con chicas habían desaparecido pero misteriosamente parecían haber sido reemplazados por rumores con chicos.

Caleb, bueno. Aun seguía oliendo a sudor y aficionado al ejercicio, pero había mejorado sus calificaciones, además de adquirir un nuevo gusto por los trajes de superhéroes. Casi parecía obsesionado por ver el spandex estirarse para resaltar sus músculos. 

El nuevo y mejorado Blake, era toda una estrella. Hábil para los deportes, más estratégico que antes, incluso despiadado... Y bueno, más exhibicionista.

¿Pero sabes que era lo mejor de todo? El nuevo Alan. Se convirtió en una estrella del teatro, casi al nivel de Ruben. Y poco tiempo después habló conmigo para "formalizar" nuestra relación.

Todo había salido bien para todos. ¿No?

Continuará. 

———

Espero que hayas disfrutado esta historia tanto como yo disfruté escribiéndola. Si te gustó, no olvides darle follow y compartirla para que más gente la descubra. Siempre estoy abierto a sugerencias e ideas, así que si tienes alguna fantasía o escenario en mente, déjamelo saber en los comentarios o en mensajes.

Está es la cuarta parte de "Switch Up", una nueva serie para el blog, ojalá les guste. La historia de Ethan y sus amigos está por llegar casi a su fin... ¿Pero que otras aventuras podrá dar el control?

Nos vemos en la próxima historia… ¿Quién sabe qué cuerpo ocuparás esta vez?

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[anonymousewrites]

Apple of My Eye Chapter Six

Harry Hook x Child of Snow White! Reader

Chapter Six: I'm Wishing

Summary: (Y/N) wants to find their love, and other loves are on the rocks.

A few months later…

            “So, for Cotillion, I’m thinking…dramatic,” said Evie, looking at (Y/N). She hummed as she circled (Y/N) on the pedestal. “Yes. Red instead of mostly blue, switch things up. Gold detailing…Yes. An elegant look with a bit of drama. What do you think?”

            “I think you always have the best concepts,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “I need something that screams, ‘I’m here, look at me,’ ” said Evie dramatically.

            “You’re outdoing yourself for Cotillion,” said (Y/N), chuckling.

            Evie smiled. “Business has been good since the Coronation, but this is my biggest event so far. My designs have to be impeccable.”

            “And they will be,” said (Y/N). “You’re an amazing designer.”

            “And you’re an amazing consultant. I wouldn’t have half the contracts I did if you didn’t get so many royals and nobles in other kingdoms to request my work.” Evie smirked. “Competition for me means they raise the price without me having to.”

            “If they have the money to throw around, take it,” teased (Y/N).

            Evie had created an amazing design business, and with the connections Doug and (Y/N) had, they had been able to help her grow. Now, she had a line of customers out for weeks of events and a steady flow of income. Cotillion was the next grand event and the largest since Coronation since Mal would be announced to be an official Lady of the Court. Due to the increase in demand for outfits, (Y/N) was lucky to get in with Evie before she ran out of appointments (and time). However, they were her friend, so that gave them a helpful in.

            “But you get a discount,” said Evie.

            “Evie, I am happy to pay you—”

            “Nope,” said Evie. “Best friends do each other favors. I give you clothes, you look fabulous and show them off for me.”

            “You have Mal for that, too,” said (Y/N), grinning.

            “You two have different styles,” said Evie. She paused. “And I suppose I could use Doug, but he just doesn’t have your charisma.”

            (Y/N) giggled at the picture in their head. Doug would do anything for his girlfriend and had been her model hundreds of times by now, but it was true that they and Mal modelled a bit better than he did due to their confidence and attitude. (Doug pouted when Evie told him, but she gave him a kiss and he recovered well enough). When Doug had been a model, he had quickly decided all the eyes on him weren’t his thing. He just needed Evie to look at him with love—and she sure did.

            Evie held up swatches to (Y/N) and looked in the mirror, humming as she decided on the color and precise fabric. “I have your measurements already, and I have patterns, so I will have the fitting ready in a few days.”

            “You’re so dependable,” said (Y/N).

            Evie let out an exhausted sigh. “I try.” She stepped back, made a few notes in her sketchbook, and let (Y/N) step down from the podium.

            Doug opened the door to the studio where Evie set up shop. “Evie, you ready for lunch?”

            Evie brightened as she closed her sketchbook. “I am.” She glanced at (Y/N). “I’ll see you later for dinner?”

            “Of course. Have fun on your date~” (Y/N) waved playfully as Evie and Doug took each other’s hands and walked out of the room.

            (Y/N) left after them, locking the studio with their copy of the key. They walked out of Auradon Prep onto the grounds, smiling as they passed Mal and Ben. They waved, and the pair waved back from where they were escaping paparazzi and going to another diplomatic luncheon. Poor Mal gave a tired smile and held Ben’s hand tightly. (Y/N) smiled as they watched. At least Mal and her friends and Ben to support her through the change from VK to almost Lady of the Court. It wasn’t easy. And love made things easier.

            “(Y/N),” said Carlos, running up to (Y/N). “Can I have some help?”

            Speaking of love. “With Jane?” said (Y/N) knowingly.

            Carlos turned pink. “Is it that obvious?”

            “To everyone except you two,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “I want to ask her to Cotillion,” said Carlos. “But I don’t know how.”

            “Be direct,” said (Y/N). “Jane is as oblivious as you are—”

            “Hey.”

            “—so you need to say what you mean outright,” said (Y/N). They laughed. “She’s also so busy right now that she has barely any bandwidth to think of subtext. Make sure she knows what you mean.”

            “But what if she rejects me?” said Carlos.

            “Then she does. But would you rather be true to your heart or not?” said (Y/N).

            “…I want to be true,” said Carlos.

            “Good,” said (Y/N). They smirked. “Besides, I think she’ll say yes.”

            Carlos’s smile widened. “You think so?”

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N).

            “Thanks, (Y/N),” said Carlos, grinning.

            “No problem,” said (Y/N). They were there to help. They wanted their friends to find love. Love was an incredible thing. Everyone deserved to experience it

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            “Do you like it?” said Evie, pinning the skirts of the dress.

            “I love it,” said (Y/N), smiling at the dress in the mirror. Evie hadn’t finished the detailing or tailoring quite yet, but the basis and major work was finished. (Y/N) was ecstatic. “It’s beautiful, Evie.”

            “You’re the beautiful one,” said Evie, smiling. She grinned in the mirror. “Now, what I want to know is…has anyone asked you to Cotillion?”

            “No,” laughed (Y/N), shaking their head.

            “Hm, have you asked anyone?” asked Evie.

            “Still a no, Evie,” said (Y/N). “I’d tell you if there was someone I was interested in.”

            Evie tutted. “I hope so, it’s my duty as your best friend to know these things.”

            (Y/N) chuckled, but their smile felt a little heavier. “I still haven’t felt a spark with anyone, Evie. I don’t know.”

            “Hey.” Evie put her hands on (Y/N)’s shoulders. “There are people outside of Auradon Prep. Not everyone in the kingdom comes here for school. You’ll meet someone eventually. If anyone is going to find True Love, it’s you.” She smiled.

            “I hope so,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “And until then, you have us, your friends, and your parents, your family,” said Evie. She hugged her friend. “And we love you, too.”

            (Y/N) laughed and hugged Evie back. “I know.”

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            (Y/N) walked through the grounds of Auradon Prep, humming as they went. They didn’t really care where they were going; they just wanted to think. They knew they didn’t need love. They were fortunate enough to have a good life, good friends, good family, everything.

            However, (Y/N) wanted to find True Love. They watched their friends begin to find it, and (Y/N) wanted to feel that lightness, that warmth in their heart that their parents had always told them about.

            (Y/N) entered a clearing in the woods and gazed at the well sitting in the middle of it. They smiled slightly and walked to it. They sat down on the edge and gazed down. Their reflection peered back up at them, and they hummed.

            They remembered some old, playful advice their mother gave them. An older superstition—

(Y/N) “Make a wish into the wall, That’s all you have to do, And if you hear it echoing, Your wish will soon come true.”

            (Y/N) leaned over the well. With the sun shining down on them, they really fit the fairytale aesthetic in their red skirt, white blouse, and blue corset top. A yellow bow held their hair back. (Y/N) hummed and began their song.

(Y/N) “I’m wishing.” (Echo) “I’m wishing.” (Y/N) “For the one I love, To find me.” (Echo) “To find me.” (Y/N) “Today.” (Echo) “Today.”

            (Y/N) sighed and leaned back, looking up at the sky.

(Y/N) “I’m hoping.” (Echo) “I’m hoping.” (Y/N) “And I’m dreaming of, The fun things.” (Echo) “The fun things.” (Y/N) “They’ll say.” (Echo) “They’ll say.”

            (Y/N) hopped off the side of the well and danced around it, singing the whole time.

(Y/N) “Ha ha ha ha ha.” (Echo) “Ha ha ha ha ha.” (Y/N) “Ha ha ha ha ha.” (Echo) “Ha ha ha ha ha.” (Y/N) “Ha ha ha ha ha.” (Echo) “Ha ha ha ha ha.” ((Y/N) and Echo) “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.”

            (Y/N) stopped, leaning out over the well.

(Y/N) “I’m wishing.” (Echo) “I’m wishing.” (Y/N) “For the one I love, To find me.” (Echo) “To find me.” (Y/N) “Today.” (Echo) “Today.”

            The echo hovered in the air, and (Y/N) sighed as it petered out.

            “I’m wishing…” To find love.

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            “(Y/N)!” Evie burst through their dorm door, and (Y/N) was glad Lizzie was out studying so she wouldn’t get freaked out. “Mal went back to the Isle.”

            “What?!” (Y/N) stood from their bed in alarm.

            Evie covered her mouth, nearly crying. “She’s gone.” She held up a letter and a familiar ring. “I don’t know what to do—I can’t believe she left—Why would she…?”

            “Hey, hey.” (Y/N) took Evie’s hands. “Let’s talk to the others, to Ben. We can figure out what to do. We can find out if Mal is alright, if she needs help, if this was a mistake, everything. Okay? We’ll help her, Evie. Together.”

            Evie let out a shaky breath. “Okay. Alright.”

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            Glancing up from his deskwork, Ben smiled. “Evie, (Y/N).” He was glad that after such a stressful day he could see at least a few friendly faces. “Come on in.” His face fell as he saw their expressions.

            (Y/N) closed the door tightly as Evie stepped forward.

            “Mal’s gone back to the Isle,” said Evie. Ben’s eyes widened. She held out the letter, and Ben took it. “Ben…” She held out the ring.

            Ben’s voice quivered as he took it and read the letter. “ ‘I am so sorry…’ ” He crumbled it in his hand. “This is my fault,” he said. “This is my fault! I blew it. She’s been under so much pressure lately, and instead of being understanding, I just went all beast on her.” He straightened. “I have to go there and apologize. I have to go there and beg her to come back.”

            “You’ll never find her,” said Evie.

            “We have to try,” said (Y/N). “She deserves to know that we’re all here to help her if she comes back.” None of them had helped her like they should have. No one had seen just how badly she was coping with the pressure and how much she needed support. (Y/N) owed it to their friend to help her.

            “But you need to know the Isle and how it works, and—I have to go with you,” realized Evie.

            “Yes!” Ben paused. “I mean…Are you sure?”

            “Yeah.” Evie nodded firmly, bravely. “She’s my best friend. And we’ll bring the boys, too. There’s safety in numbers, and none of us are really too popular over there right now.”

            “Thank you,” said Ben.

            “But let’s get one thing straight,” said Evie. “You have to promise me that I won’t get stuck there again.”

            “Never,” said (Y/N). “We’d never leave you behind.”

            “I promise,” said Ben.

            “Alright,” said Evie, nodding.

            “And let’s get another thing straight,” said (Y/N). Ben and Evie looked at them. “I’m coming, too.”

            “What—No,” said Ben.

            “Mal’s my friend, too,” said (Y/N).

            “Okay,” said Evie. She smirked. “But neither of you are going dressed like that.”

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More classic Teen Titans (part 2 of my personal redesign/alternate version of some DC guys)

Part 1

Lilith Clay Jupiter/Omen (15) - In this version of Lilith I'd like to make her the daughter of Mr. Jupiter, yes, but also of Apollo. As a demigod she is the new heir of the same precognitive powers of the Oracle of Delphos. This is somewhat inspired by her pre crisis origin as the daughter of the Sun Titan Thia, but adapted to Apollo. She's good friends with Donna and teached her everything about the more human girly things. Her boyfriend is...

Gnarrk, the Cave Boy (16) - The last survivor of his people, Gnarrk is an artist, a painter of cave walls and a very smart boy. He kept his people's culture of praising the sun god and when Kid Flash accidentally sent the Titans back in time, Gnarrk was convinced Lilith was the answer to his prayers. The Titans saved Gnarrk when he was about to be killed by a beast and noticing that not only was he alone but he should've been dead, they decide the best they can do is take him back to the future to guarantee his living wouldn't affect the past. Gnarrk and Lilith become fast friends as she teaches him about the modern world and he teaches her about a culture never documented. Lilith and him are the last speakers of his ancient language and that means everything to him.

Mal Duncan/Herald (15) - Mal is a musician, he learned to play at the church his family went and developed into jazz after that. In a moment of near death experience he ends up winning a game against the Angel of Death. He wakes up surprised at the house of young genius Karen Beecher, now carrying a magical horn, a gift of the Angel for his victory, an item capable not only of beautiful music but of affecting space, allowing him to change the location of things and people, teleporting them or switching their places. Karen and him quickly fall in love. He is a support to the Titans, helping them get to places and maneuver in the battlefield.

Karen Beecher/Bumblebee (16) - A young genius working at S.T.A.R. Labs, she is an assistant to the mysterious doctor Arthur Light and his studies on light. Karen learns of a secret project of his to an organization called the H.I.V.E and the development of secret battle suit that used her own ideas and designs which her mentor stole from her. Betrayed, she steals the suit and destroys her own notes, bringing what she learned to the Titans together with her boyfriend Mal. With the help and support of actual superheroes she finished the suit and became the Bumblebee.

Duela Dent/the Pierrot (14) - Duela was raised in an orphanage where the only thing she ever learned about herself is that her mother said she was the child of a Gotham criminal to whom the woman worked for. Duela ran from the orphanage into a life of crime, trying to get into the underworld of Gotham to learn about her parents. She learned her mother worked to Two-Face and took the name Dent, but she soon found her mother had worked with multiple different villains and lost any hope of finding out who her dad actually was. After fighting Robin a couple of times, she learned to let it go, as she was too old to be the child of any masked villain in Gotham. He helped her locate an older crime boss who could maybe be her father but at that point she noticed she didn't really care, and only ever wanted a family. Robin then took the girl to the Titans and they slowly became her friends and family.

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Ok machen wir weiter mit ein paar mehr Oblivion Fragen 👀 (should I be working? yes… buuut… hab gerade ein zwei Minütchen)

Thanksgiving/Christmas/Holiday-whatever Family Edition. Unser Cast ist one happy (or not so happy) Family. Wer besetzt welche Rolle in der kleinen Family 🤭

soo, nachdem es für einige zeit ein wenig still, um uns geworden ist, melden wir uns mal wieder mit ein bisschen oblivion-content. leider hinken wir momentan ein bisschen hinterher und brauchen noch ein wenig, bis wir unseren plot finalisiert haben (klausurenphase und so) deswegen hier wenigstens mal eine - etwas sehr ausführliche - antwort auf diese frage.

sagen wir es mal so: wir hatten ein bisschen zu viel spaß damit🤭 so enjoy the chaotic family-edition of oblivion:

parents¹

🦕 camden - the overwhelmed dad, he somehow looks like he’s in his mid-20s and no one knows how on earth he has three children. always enjoying playing games with the kids and desperately trying not to win (often failing miserably and feeling bad afterwards) he has basically no authority. while his kids never seem to have a problem with it - they basically can do whatever they want - his sister kayla feels the need to put an end to his inconsistent style of education every time she visits and takes over the whole family in a matter of seconds. even camden himself sometimes gets a little scared when kayla orders him to ‘get his act together’. 

☀️ rana - the wholesome mom, she always hosts the holidays at her place cause she is prepared for everything and everyone. more wine? yes. more cookies? yes. beds for 12 people? yes! also her house is such a cozy place that makes you feel at home right away. the only thing she doesn’t provide herself is food but gladly her son and a few other family members are in for the cooking.

she also makes sure that everyone wears matching pyjamas on holiday evenings and has their own slippers with names on it. 

kids¹

👻 nils - the goth son who doesn’t speak to anyone during the gatherings. he’s the oldest, but no one believes it, they all think it’s actually gil. after a few glasses of wine aunt² starts to wonder if he is like ‘crazy or ill or something’ and gets scolded by dad camden for her behaviour. 

he actually isn’t mute at all but annoyed by the drama and the noise the families produce. as soon as there is a moment for him to leave the room he will. if the family starts searching for him they will find him in his room with old headphones on his head and a discman on his chest that was in twenty-something years ago.

📷 gilbert - the middle child. a teen who doesn’t want to be at family gatherings and would rather chill with friends instead. noticing that there is no way of leaving the house on holiday evenings he decided to switch up his game instead - and invites friends to the gathering without his parents knowledge. but rana and camden aren’t against it at all. it’s probably the only time they get to know a bit more about the social life of one of their kids without turning into super-spies.

holidays seem to cure his angry teen-act just a little bit, cause he never feels too cool to help his mom with making tons of food for the whole family. and to be honest - he still looks forward to getting his presents on holidays, even though it kinda hurts to know that the best-present-receiving-age will never come back.

🐢 adana - the youngest child. next to her brothers she seems like a little child, despite her being (nearly) a teen herself. due to seating issues - thanks to gil’s unannounced guests - she still has to sit on a kids chair from time to time. something that doesn’t sit quite right with her, especially cause her brothers got to switch to the ‘big boy chairs’ a lot sooner. but thanks to her small size it actually isn’t the worst outcome of the situation. it just hurts her pride a bit. 

she’s always the last of the siblings who gets to go to their room but always the first to actually sleep.

relatives¹

🚙 josephine - honorary wine aunt - she never drank in her life, but just gives of those vibes to everyone which is why everyone was super surprised when she didn’t touch the drinks the first time she came to the party. she’s actually not related to anyone in the family and no one knows where she even came from, she just appeared and never left. so it’s simply easier to just call her aunt. the first few times she actually got along great with michelle, but they since had a fallout - though nobody really knows what happened and they’re at least able to be in the same room, but don’t talk to each other at all. but not showing up would mean losing which they both won’t accept.

❄️ nieves - the first time visitor. nieves is the not-so-long-term-relationship of middle child gil. when he asked her to come over, she wasn’t expecting his whole family, including his aunt and her relatives, to look at her the same confused way she looked at them.

nieves was already about to do a 180 and sprint back into the night when rana greeted her with the warmest of all hugs and invited her in to eat and celebrate with the family. it still feels kinda weird but nieves likes to get to know this different side of her boyfriend. while his brother - even tho they are on the same school she didn’t know they were related at all - is a bit hard to assess, she actually kinda vibes with gil’s little sis.

but still. being home for holidays in a different family that didn’t knew of her cause gil obviously doesn’t talk about his (girl)friends - he is a cool teen duh - is kinda scary

parents²

🐶 kayla - the strict “single” mom that actually has the biggest heart. she cares deeply for her family and would do anything for them. kayla runs her family like a well-oiled machine, and if you mess with the system, you better have a damn good reason. beneath her seemingly tough exterior she’s actually the backbone of the entire family(-gathering) and looks out for everyone. her version of affection isn’t always soft - it’s making sure you eat, making sure you don’t ruin your life, making sure you know better.

she won’t coddle, but she’ll be the first to catch you when you fall. technically, she’s “single.” realistically? alice has been around so long that no one really knows where she came from anymore. their relationship status is both an open secret and none of your business.

🦉 alice - the “good friend” kayla once just brought along and never left, so she’s now considered the second mom. as an army veteran, alice supports kayla’s strict form of education. she doesn’t try to overshadow her at all when it comes to the kids - in every other aspect of life, the two women are constantly challenging each other to such an intensity that the remaining adults sometimes choose to just leave the room instead of trying to calm the two down.

alice is quite smart and always willing to discuss every topic possible with the rest of the family. she also loves to educated the kids on anything army related. even tho rana and camden aren’t big fans of the army themselves.

as a little drill sergeant alice always ensures that everyone takes their dishes back to the kitchen and helps cleaning before leaving the room or the house. it’s not only thanks to kayla but also thanks to her that liam and leilana are such well behaved kids.

kids²

🗡️ liam - the oldest of all the kids. kayla's golden child. he seems to be quite similar to his mom. he seems to be good in everything. liam just started college this year and his mom still feels the need to tell everyone that her son got every scholarship out there. 

liam outshines all his cousins who are kinda annoyed by his ‘I am an adult now’ behaviour while his younger sister, leilana, seems to be impressed by everything liam talks about. he feels like he is one of the adults now - and he does act more mature than his uncles from time to time - but he still doesn’t get invited to the adult-wine-talks.

🌺 leilana - the younger sibling who is the same age as her male cousins. while they have to deal with a lot of stress and changes regarding their personalities and what they think about the world and themselves, leilana has no time to be in puberty at all. she is the golden child #2. an all a’s student who tries to be ahead of the class in every single subject. and she is, cause she is an absolut smartass. sometimes a bit too smart, cause even the adults seem to sometimes lose grip on the topic leilana talks about. 

alice is the only one that never ever stops challenge her ‘daughter’s’ intellect and tries to keep up with her at all time. she wants leilana to not feel superior cause she loves the calm and modest young woman she is and doesn’t want to risk her changing. 

relatives²

💄 michelle - the actual wine aunt - definitely not only in spirit, she wouldn’t get through the entire evening without booze. she was really close with josie, but after their fallout simply ignores her entire existence. lowkey she actually hates to be there and is just there to not loose to josie. she would never say it out loud (and is also not admitting it to herself still), but she does kinda enjoy the company and the chaoticness of the gatherings. when she’s not at the bar she usually hangs out with rana (and camden - this usually ends up in a silent argument with josie). 

recently she started talking more to leilana, which to the surprise of everyone seems to work out. while leila knows the most random facts, michelle is the person that somehow knows everything about everyone - even their seemingly darkest secrets. 

🦈 santiago - the uncle that is kinda related to the family but even kayla and alice don’t seem to know exactly how. if they remember correctly he is the son of an aunt that never really kept contact to her family due to sudden wealth. and tiago now wants to learn more about his roots. or maybe he’s just a billionaire send by god to bring joy to the families. the only thing important is that his blood isn’t important at all. it’s his spirit and the family loves it. tiago is the mood maker and center of every party. bad tongues could call him an attention whore but the family is very glad to have him cause he is always able to get a good party started. in addition to that, tiago also knows how to include everyone. he is the only one who is able to find an activity everyone wants to join. not only the golden kids but also their special cousins. 

tiago is famous for his incredible and expensive - but not overly thoughtful - gifts. he loves to give a present to every member of the family and leaves them speechless more than once. not only due to the value of the presents but also the missing thought behind the things. despite, everyone loves him and in earlier years the kids were more excited for him to show up than for santa himself. also his cooking is out of this world and his pastries could be sold for thousands.

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Book 3, Chapter 3 Differences if Aerin Didn't Rejoin the Party

Difference 1:

Aerin jumps in and tries to protect Mal either way. But Mal's reaction once you're safe from the Old Gods changes (and is honestly pretty sweet either way).

If Aerin came back in Book 2:

If Aerin was dragged back by fate/an owlbear/angry villagers:

Difference 2:

The conversation before Aerin's diamond scene if MC has decided he was cool after the Ash Empress fight:

And if MC is still kinda pissed:

Difference 3:

Aerin's diamond scene when you talk about him protecting Mal changes. They do have a lot more to talk about if he never came back of his own volition.

If Aerin is solidly in the party, you get a cute little moment:

If Aerin just got dropped at your door like a stray kitten (again) you have a more in-depth talk:

If there keep being significant differences, I'll keep posting them! I used to post screenshots vertically but have switched to horizontal. I think it's better? But if anyone has a strong opinion on which is more readable, let me know!

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twenty-five ; cindy lou who

Words: 1,460

"I'm gonna puke at the thought of you kissing... told all my friends they said it can't be true, cindy lou who." - sabrina carpenter

monday, december 16th, night, 9:00 pm

it was the day before camille's big performance, where everything was seriously on the line. was she going to be scouted? would she pursue her one true happiness? her relationship with chris was on the halt right now. neither of them had much time for one another, cami's day was spent at the studio, gym, studying, or at the theatre in hollywood. when she had down time, chris was out filming, live streaming, or busy with meetings. she hadn't talked to him in almost three days, and it felt like her heart was being ripped out of her chest. but then again, if thing's went well in any direction, she might not have any time for chris anymore anyway. packing to move back home, setting up her knew schedule, moving out of her room, switching schools.

it all was a bit overwhelming, but the question of not knowing is what pushed cami to be better. to focus more, she wanted nothing more than to achieve her dreams, but she'd have to leave her friends behind.

so the girls were having some down time, just chatting in the living room talking animatedly about what little thing's happened to them. reminiscing on stories, the pure fact that their lives could be changing soon flipped a switch and made them feel a little vulnerable at the moment. no one deserved to go that ballet school more than camille did, vega and mal both agreed to that. they've been to other performances of hers before, and sure maybe cami hadn't been given the biggest or most sought after roles, but she put her all and everything into those miniscule roles. this was her biggest role since starting at this school, and vega and mal were sensing that cami was pushing herself a little too much. so tonight was movie night, gossip, and snacking.

"have you decided what you're wearing?" cami asks suddenly, chewing on her nails. they were freshly painted with a glossy clear coating, now after all the nervous biting it was chipping slowly. "well are we being dramatic or not? because i have a dress i was for vega, i can finish it up tonight and we can move this party to my bedroom?" cami and vega agree, walking up the stairs to mal's bedroom. "please be dramatic." cami begged. "my whole studio is going to be there, plus the recruiter. we can't leave any stone unturned." cami plopped down on mal's bed, vega sitting down on the floor against the bed.

the girls chatted a while longer, waiting for mal to finishing putting the finishing touches on vega's dress. "i'll just wear one of my old dresses." mal shrugged. "you can borrow something of mine." vega suggested, not wanting malerie to be left out. "no it's fine, i snuck my senior year prom dress into my bag." cami and vega giggled. mal was the only person who'd wear a prom dress as a normal grocery shopping dress. or in this case, a ballet performance.

"hey, did you ever invite chris to your performance?" mal asks, already knowing the answer. she requests for vega to stand, pinning a few thing's together and making more adjustments for perfection. "no." cami rolled over onto her back, staring at malerie's roof. "i got too nervous. i don't think i'd want him to be there tonight. there's a bunch of other shows this month, missing opening won't be a huge misfortune on him."

mal nodded in understanding. "no, i get it. i wish he was coming. i bet it'd be fun for him to see you tomorrow night."

"he can watch my thursday show. or my friday show. i have the whole weekend shows too. and then we're going to be attending a different theatre for the end of the month." cami sighed dreamily. "i'm sure he wouldn't miss it for the world, whatever show he attends."

"i just don't know how to break it to him that i could be leaving if i get recruited. i know it's barely an hour from where he lives in boston, but from la, it's a whole other time zone. plus, we're not even exclusive yet." cami thinks out loud. "don't even worry about that right now." mal mumbles, voice muffled from the pin between her teeth. "i know. but i like chris and i feel like thing's between us could be good. i know nothing's gonna happen between us, we're best friends and literally nothing has ever changed that. but what if chris doesn't wanna see me anymore? i'd be so alone in new york." cami's lower lip started to wobble, thinking more and more about the tough situation she was facing.

"hey, hey, hey," mal whipped around, walking toward her bed. she held a finger up at vega, daring her not to move. "cami, listen to me baby, if he's a good man, which he is, no matter how far you are, where you go, and what time zone you're in, he will stick around for you. and if he doesn't then good riddance, you didn't need him in your life anyway." mal comforted cami. cami's bottom lip jutted out. "you think so?"

"i know so, right vega?" mal turned to look at vega, who's arm's were outstretched to the side, stuck in a weird position. "huh, oh what yeah. chris is cool, mhm." vega nodded, a little unassuringly (chat idk if that's a real word but i made it one!), but cami smiled anyway. "thanks guys."

just then, cami's phone chimed. he pulled her phone it, seeing it was a few snapchats from chris and a missed face time call. mal and camille smiled. it was getting late and chris probably wanted to say goodnight or something. cami sat up, quickly opening the phone but her small falls moments later. mal's eyebrows furrow and she leans over, looking at camille's phone.

"is that?" mal asked but cami cut her off, nodding silently. "it is."

"what? what happened?" vega asked, arms growing numb and tired from holding them up the entire time, plus she was so curious as to what they were looking at. mal bit her lip, waving vega over, heart crushing as some of the finishing touches got messed up on vega's dress. she'd finish in a bit.

vega walked over, sitting on the other side of cami and looking at her phone.

it was a few short clips of chris, nick, and matt all sitting in the living room watching a movie. except next to matt was a short blonde girl. justina.

"i don't see anything wrong." vega shrugged her shoulders, all but glaring at the blonde girl next to matt. "i don't care."

"oh vega." cami sighs, clicking her phone off. she would respond, but what was there even to say to that? "i told him to go after her, and clearly he has." vega tugged on the necklace around her neck gently. once again, everything matt's ever done for her, meant nothing.

how? how could the moment vega didn't absolutely despise the satan spawn, had he found a way to weasel into her heart, just to... well nothing. vega didn't think it meant anything. but at the same time, there was that quiet subconscious voice telling her it meant everything.

and to think she'd have to face him tomorrow. and chris. and nick, plus sit with them for a few hours. she'd rather go through heart surgery without anesthesia at this point. vega bit down on her bottom lip and stood up again. "whatever. c'mon malerie, finish the fucking dress already. we need to go to bed we've got a busy day tomorrow."

cami flinched at vega's rough voice, clicking her phone off and shoving it between her thighs. mal sighed and stood up. why couldn't matt just see it? it was so painfully obvious to everyone except matt and vega.

for once, mal and cami could understand a bit of why vega didn't like matt. he had just bought her a fucking necklace the other day, just for her without a damn reason, just to be seen hanging out with a girl. and maybe, vega pressured him into doing so, but what? who the hell would do that? only an asshole for sure. matt knew vega didn't like him. and he still kept fucking up every time she thought he was getting to be an okay kinda human.

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double update again cause the chapter's under 2,000 words. should i do it like that from now on? i think i will...

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For @jellysnelle (I forgot when you answer shit it disappears from the inbox 😭)

Bottles and tears

Paring: drunk!changbin x Reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut, angst, nc

Warnings: n0n-con, eventually dubious consent.

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!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

A/n: don’t know how this turned into angst, but it did D:

“Long time no see..” Changbin chuckles as he walks through the door. “At least it wasn’t as long as the last tour you guys did..” I reply.

“Looks like someone’s right for once.” He snarls, I watch as he walks into the kitchen, heading straight for the liquor cabinet. “So you just got back and, the first thing you do is drink? Really Binnie?” I sigh, disappointed by his actions but knowing I can’t really do anything about it. “Go to your room if you don’t like it.” I decide to listen to his suggestion, shutting my door and laying down on my bed with my soft blankets covering me. I notice that my headphones are fully charged so I switch them on and connect them to my phone, putting on some music.

I finally have some peace for once. I close my eyes as the sound of music fills my ears

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“Binnie!” I yell out, hoping to get his attention. It ends up working. He opens my door and leans against the frame of it with a bottle of beer in his hand, clearly a bit more than tipsy. “Mmm? What do you want?” He asks with a smirk, his tongue peaking out and wetting his lips as he stares at me, waiting for me to speak.

“You’re on dinner tonight. Remember? Go make or order something.” I rub my eyes before slamming my face into my pillow, not wanting to communicate any longer.

“Fine.” Changbin sighs, leaving my room and slamming the door behind him. What’s with him? His mood completely changed as I said that. Drunk Binnie really is something else huh. A few minutes later he comes back into my room, his eyes sparkling with lust. “Food?” I ask. Hopefully he remembered, I mean not many people would forget a daily thing that’s needed in life. “Not hungry.” He replies.

He takes a seat in front of me and suddenly pins me down, hands on my waist, pressing me against my bed. I can smell the alcohol in his breath as he breathes on me. “Need you.” He demands as his hands rip open my clothes, making my bare body exposed to him. “What are yo- why..” I whine out under my breath. “Shutttt..” His grip on me gets tighter.

He grabs my face and kisses me roughly, I can taste the liquor on his tongue.

“G-get off me..” I cry, but the words are muffled by his kisses. My eyes fall shut and I start fighting against his grasp on me, trying desperately to escape. “Please stop.” I beg. “you’re drunk… Binnie.. please..snap out of it..” I sob out, feeling helpless as tears fill my eyes from pain.

The grip he has on me loosens slightly but only because I’m begging him. I try to move away from him, trying to crawl away, but he just grips onto my hips harder, preventing me from escaping. “Nooo.. please.. you’re hurting me.. please..”

“mm..just let me have you..” he sighs, slowly becoming sober again making him slightly aware of his actions but he’s too far to stop now. the sound of him unzipping his jeans fills the room, he doesn’t hesitate at all, he just pushes into me immediately. “o-ow… it hurts!” I moan as the pain runs through my body from him stretching out my cunt. tears slowly swell up in my eyes again.

“I’m so fucking sorry.. god..” Changbin starts to feel sorry for me as time goes on. He pulls out as soon as he gets close to his release, looking down at me with horror on his face. “s-shit.. I’m so sorry I don’t know what got into me and I-“ he sighs heavily, hugging me close to his chest as he apologises to me repeatedly. “drinking never usually gets me like this. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“What can I do to make it up to you..? I’ll do anything I really didn’t mean t-“ Changbin continues to plead, his eyes getting watery the more he thinks about the horrific situation that just happened. “Just keep hugging me. I’ll decide later.” I respond, my head buried into his chest as we slowly cry until we feel better.

[goldenharmony]

tumblr user goldenharmony im. head in hands. i am losing it over click link or whatever that show was called surely i dont remember. im fine (hello) please tell me you experienec with this show i neend to talk owiwiuwewiwijedhwejd.

LOL OK 😭

Idk how you discovered Link Click (or mentioned it in your reblogs), but I use MAL a lot and noticed that s1 was pretty high on the rankings during its airing.

Then later that year, I watched Gigguk's vid on Link Click since he's an anituber I like. I do laugh at the fact that I read the title and was like "Nah, it's not better than Steins;Gate :) " since that's MY favourite anime (and a time-travel one), and he basically implied that it wasn't as great as Steins;Gate when handling certain aspects LOL (although still is praising the series throughout this review). Fun Fact - his vid on Oshi no Ko is the whole reason I checked out the OnK manga eventually since I read Aka Akasaka's Kaguya-sama and wanted more but the premise of "simp doctor reincarnated as his idol's child" sounded rlly sus LOL.

It's why I was also kinda confused when later on MAL, I saw that Link Click had a s2 but didn't hear any hype for it despite hearing a bit for s1. I guess that was cause of Gigguk's influence on the anime community since I don't think he watched s2 so there was no big anime influencer hyping it up sadly.

Eventually late last November, someone in the AquaKana server was being very vocal on wanting to push the Link Click agenda soo I decided why not - its been a long time since I watched a time-loop series. She was also a huge fan of Steins;Gate so I trusted her judgement.

Watched ep 1 in original before having to switch to Eng Dub after cause I was not clicking with the show due to being distracted by a new language that I wasn't used to hearing yet 😭But after that, I watched a few eps per day, binged s1 ep 7-11 in one sitting, and then binged s2 in one sitting as well LOL. I was also was waiting for CFE results to see if I passed - my major career-defining exam and watching Link Click actively helped me not stress on the days leading up to it because my thoughts were preoccupied by it.

S1 gave me a Vivy/Violet Evergarden feel with its short stories, and S2 reminded me more of Death Note with it being a suspenseful murder mystery involving supernatural powers. One thing I loved is finding some stuff that Link Click does unique compared to other time-loop series. For example - actively trying to NOT change the past, and instead using the looping to understand how to resolve issues in the present. I also like it leaning into the thriller aspect more compared to other time-loop series I've seen.

CXS and LG also fall into the 2 looper categories that most loopers do. CXS being the impulsive and emotional type and LG being the stoic and serious type who has gotten jaded from all their looping.

Also I am pretty fine with how QL has been handled so far, since its not a "female character" thing to me in how she isn't as prominent as CXS and LG but more of a "character who isn't CXS and LG" thing considering the series has a lot of characters but we don't dive too deeply in most of them. Plus she's been handled much better compared to other anime series that have the set-up of "2 male leads in a suspenseful thriller show, with a girl as an almost secondary character". Thinking of Misa from Death Note and Lisa from Terror in Resonance, who are disappointing in their roles.

I also like how the fight scenes are actually well-animated since most non-action anime included fight scenes are....not great LOL.

[isleofdarkness]

Rose and Ace originally started out in Harriet's crew after betraying the Underlands because being in her crew came with more protection, but they weren't happy there. Harriet could tell they were terrified and she couldn't blame them- her crew is legendary, Harriet herself the stuff of her enemy's nightmares. She'd fought both of them and won every time. Of course they were scared, and of course it would take them a very long time to get over it. What really worried her was that they weren't getting over it at all, no matter what she and her crew tried.

So she figured they needed a new arrangement and experimented a bit, introducing the two to other gang leaders to see how they interacted. She knew they'd be just as nervous about Diego and Shan Yu, wasn't that surprised that they were nervous around Facilier, too, and pretty quickly figured out that Mal just wasn't a good fit for them personality-wise. But when she introduced them to Uma, Harry, and Gil, they seemed to click. Maybe it's because Uma is their age, maybe it;s because Uma's crew doesn't have as terrifying a reputation, maybe it was just Gil working his magic, but they seemed really comfortable around Uma and her crew. Harriet pitched the idea of a transfer to Uma first so she wouldn't accidentally get the twins' hopes up if Uma decided not to go for it and, when Uma agreed, pitched the idea to Rose and Ace. After plenty of reassurance that she was not going to be mad or offended over them choosing to leave because she cares more about them feeling safe than she does having two more members of her crew, they switched over. They really flourished in Uma's crew, and Harriet is very proud of all of them

[slashmeharderdaddy]

FREEZER POP

Aunt Flo’s in town and it gave me this idea. I only just now got around to writing it. Art’s s/o, Mal, is on her period and, knowing Art’s a cannibal, decides to give him a special treat.

TW: Blood, menstruation, periods, mention of cannibalism

Mallory winced as another sharp pain stabbed through her. Gritting her teeth, she sucked in a breath through her nose, held it for a few seconds, then let it out through her mouth. She’d always had hellish periods before going on the pill, but after switching to an IUD a couple years ago, her period cramps had returned. She had been tired for the last few days, so much so that she had called in sick the day before just so she could get some sleep. When her period started, she finally understood why.

“Fuck this shit,” Mal grumbled as she grabbed a square of toilet paper to keep the blood off her fingers. The tampon came out with a single yank. Just as she was about to drop it into the toilet, she paused, an idea springing to mind. “Hold on a second…”

Mal glanced down at the tampon. Art had been in her life long enough for her to know he had some…unique tastes when it came to food. He had already earned his red wings, and then some. He couldn’t get enough of her, and he had spent the rest of the night eating her pussy like a man half-starved. He never spent more than a night—maybe two—with her, but he had spent the entire week with her that week, disappearing during the day and returning at night to eat her out again.

Now, staring at the tampon in her hand, Mal wondered if he might want it. Never before had she considered keeping any of her used tampons. To her, it was disgusting, and they were meant to be thrown away. But her cannibal…whatever the hell Art was…might not think so. Maybe he’d want them. Maybe they’d be a treat for him.

Sighing, Mal tossed it into the sink and finished up. Wrapping the tampon in a paper towel, she stashed it in a Tupperware container in the back of the fridge.

~ ~ ~

I have a treat for you,” Mal said when Art inevitably returned. Ever since that night, he’d somehow learned her cycle. She didn’t want to know how—when it came to Art, some things were better left a mystery.

Art perked up, his mouth forming a surprised O as he gestured to himself.

“Yeah. It’s in the freezer if you want it. It’s in the Tupperware in the back.”

Art clapped his hands and skipped into the kitchen. Mal shook her head, still in awe of the way he could be so lethal yet so whimsical at the same time. She knew as soon as they’d gotten involved with each other that he would be her death.

Mal followed Art into the kitchen, where he was digging through the freezer. She smiled as he pulled out that morning’s Tupperware container. Several more used tampons had been added to it, wrapped in a paper towel. She had written Art’s name in glittery pink gel pen on each one. His eyes widened when he opened the container. Glancing up at her, he pointed excitedly at his name.

“Yeah. I wanted to surprise you.”

Art grinned and grabbed one of the tampons, tearing at the paper towel with his teeth. He paused, stunned, when he saw the tampon.

“It’s probably weird, but…I thought these could be a sort of…well, freezer pop. If you want them. If not I’ll throw them out—“

Art cut off Mal with a wave of his hand before popping the tampon into his mouth. If he were the type to ever make a sound, she knew he’d be letting out a moan of delight as his eyes fluttered shut. He replaced the lid and shoved the container back into the freezer.

Art opened his eyes and held out his arms with a beckoning motion. As Mal stepped forward, he pulled her into a tight embrace.

“I take it you like the freezer pop?” She said, chuckling. Art nodded. “Good. There’s plenty more where that came from.”