#going through my posts and found this gem

[h3lian]

Old scrapped Rikai Comic I never finished. Was inspired by threads with and meant as a gift for an old writing partner 💕

[arikihalloween]

Words of wisdom

[bulldog-butch]

on the second day of pride month i give to you all a (19 year old) baby

[gayeddiejuice]

i'm so terrified of if you ever walk away

[downbad4sylus]

“Sylus, something’s wrong.”

(inspired by this post)

synopsis: After an impromptu mission with Sylus, you have a sudden flare up of your Protocore Syndrome.

content: sylus x afab!reader; reader is MC; use of Y/N; established relationship; angst. so much angst; zayne cameo; happy ending; mostly proofread

word count: ~2.4k

a/n: been cooking this up for a while, then was inspired by the post referenced above. hope everyone enjoys like two thousand words of pure angst :D

Sylus always enjoyed tagging along on your missions. He enjoyed all the time he spent with you of course, but fighting beside you was like seeing a physical manifestation of how far you’d come in your relationship. You moved in perfect synchronicity, supporting and anticipating the other’s moves without so much as a word passed between you. And when you resonated, when your powers combined and your light filled his darkness, Sylus felt like he was floating on air. Oh how far you’d come with him, and now you were his and only his.

Working in tandem, you and Sylus finished off the last of the Wanderers that had interrupted your walk through the park, the protofield dissipating.

Breathing heavily, but otherwise unharmed, you checked your Hunter’s Watch. “The area’s all clear,” you announced.

“That was fun, sweetie,” Sylus drawled with a grin. “We should fight Wanderers on our walks more often.”

You chucked. “They do spice things up, don’t they?”

“They do,” he agreed. He held out his hand for yours. “Come, let’s go sit and catch our breaths.”

Smiling, you reached for his hand—

A sudden wave of discomfort washed over you. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

“Sweetie?”

Instinctively, the hand that reached for his retreated, curling against your chest.

You looked up into Sylus’s red, gem-like eyes and took a staggering step toward him. “Sylus, something’s wrong. I don’t feel right.”

Sylus’s face twisted with concern, and he closed what little distance lay between you, gently gripping your upper arms. “What is it? Tell me.”

“My…heart...”

You went limp.

Sylus caught you before you could fall, tilting your head up. “Y/N?”

No answer, you were unconscious.

Sylus was well aware of your heart condition, however for as long as he’d known you, you’d never had a flare up.

A fear he hadn’t felt before—so visceral in the way it stole the air from his lungs—washed over him.

He didn’t know what to do.

You never told him what he was supposed to do if this happened.

What was he supposed to do?

Sylus moved on instinct alone, sweeping you into his arms as he strode for his car. He pulled your phone out of your pocket, unlocking it with practiced ease, and scrolled through your contacts until he found who he was looking for.

It rang only once before the caller picked up.

“Y/N, should I be worried you’re calling me out of the blue like this?” asked the cool, slightly amused voice.

“Are you at the hospital?” Sylus questioned, trying very hard to keep the panic from his voice.

He felt the shift in demeanor through the phone.

“Who is this?”

He might have appreciated Dr. Zayne’s suspicion were these different circumstances, but right now, Sylus didn’t have the patience for it.

“Her boyfriend,” Sylus snapped. “Are you at the hospital?”

There was a pause. “Yes, I’m at the hospital. Is Y/N all right?”

Sylus swallowed against the growing lump in his throat and choked out, “It’s her heart.”

Zayne swore softly. “How far away are you?” His tone was more frantic now, mirroring Sylus’s own inner turmoil.

“Maybe ten minutes,” Sylus said, finally reaching his car. He didn’t bother to put you in the passenger seat, he simply held your limp body in his lap as he started the car and peeled out of the parking lot.

“Come to the emergency room, I’ll have a stretcher and team ready by the time you arrive.”

The line went dead, so Sylus tossed your phone onto the empty passenger seat and focused on the road ahead of him.

He weaved in and out of traffic, ignoring a myriad of laws to do so. He didn’t care about the others cars on the road, or the pedestrians trying to cross the street, all that mattered to him was you.

Sylus kissed the top of your head, willing and praying for you to be okay. “Come on,” he whispered, his hand tightening around the steering wheel, “just hold on a little longer for me, kitten.”

—

Pulling up to the curb in front of Akso Hospital’s emergency room, Sylus had barely put the car in park before barreling out, leaving the door wide open as he ran for the entrance with you cradled in his arms.

Zayne was waiting inside, just as he’d said, with a team of doctors and a stretcher. Sylus carefully laid you out on the stretcher, keeping your hand in his.

“What happened?” Zayne asked, leading the team out of the lobby and into the emergency ward.

“We were fighting Wanderers,” Sylus explained, “Y/N wasn’t injured but she said something was wrong all of sudden, and before she collapsed, she said it was her heart.”

Zayne, with a clinical precision, began barking orders at his team of which Sylus paid no attention. He was laser focused on you, on your unconscious form on the stretcher, on the hand he gripped tightly with his own.

He couldn’t lose you, not so soon after he’d finally been able to call you his.

Only moments later, Zayne stopped at another set of double doors, marked for hospital staff only.

“I need to evaluate Y/N’s condition and from there I’ll determine the best course of treatment,” he explained as the team rolled you through the doors, your hand slipping from Sylus’s grasp. “I’ll update you when I can. You can wait in my office, just ask one of the nurses at the front for directions.”

Zayne didn’t wait for Sylus’s reply and strode through the doors after you.

Sylus stood frozen for a moment, still in shock that this was even happening. That you were no longer by his side and he now had to wait for updates on your condition.

He felt so useless, and Sylus hated feeling useless.

Sylus wrestled with his emotions as he finally moved from the doors and headed toward Zayne’s office. He knew the way, he’d memorized the location of where your doctor conducted your check ups long ago.

He was furious with himself as he stalked through the halls. He was supposed to take care of you but now had to rely on others to do it for him. Sylus could heal your physical wounds with his Evol, but he wouldn’t dare touch your heart with it for fear he would do much more harm than good. He did not have the wealth of knowledge and experience of Protocore Syndrome like Zayne. He could do nothing but pass you off to those more equipped to help you. He could do nothing but wait and pray that you’d be okay.

—

Sylus waited in Zayne’s office for hours.

Naturally, he’d searched through its entirety. It was mostly out of the need to do something more than just sit around and wait.

There wasn’t much of note, but Sylus did notice a few odds and ends on Zayne’s desk that he knew had come from you. Again, were the circumstances different, Sylus would’ve been more upset seeing your touches on your doctor’s desk, touches that should be reserved solely for him and no one else. But rather than be upset, seeing these things only produced a hollow ache in Sylus’s chest.

Would he lose the touches you made in his life? Would the growing collection of odds and ends on his desk back at the base stop in its tracks, never to be added to again? Would the slow plushy takeover of his bed, his couches, cease as well? What would he do with your things? He couldn’t get rid of them, but would he be able to bear looking at them, day in and day out, knowing you were no longer there alongside them? Alongside him?

The pain of losing you quite literally knocked Sylus off his feet. He collapsed on the couch, burying his face in his hands.

He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t lose you.

Sylus wondered if this was how you felt after you’d lost him, in another lifetime amongst a field of flowers. He prayed that fate be kind to him, that fate spare you, so he could make it up to you, for leaving you as he did. He would shower you in love, to make up for a lifetime lost but also to promise a lifetime anew. He never took you for granted, not for one second, but if you survived this, he would make damn sure you knew how much he loved and appreciated you.

The office door opening tore Sylus from his thoughts, his head snapping up to find Zayne striding toward him. The doctor sat on the couch beside Sylus, staring at his hands. Sylus noticed the scars on his arms, peeking out from his slightly rolled up sleeves.

“Y/N is stable,” Zayne said, prompting a tidal wave of relief to crash over Sylus. “Her flare up was nothing too serious this time, but she’ll need to rest for a few weeks before returning to work.” Zayne met Sylus’s gaze, hazel tinged with green locked on striking, ruby-red. “Can I trust you’ll make her follow my treatment plan?”

Despite himself, Sylus huffed a laugh. “She is a stubborn one, isn’t she?”

“To a fault,” replied Zayne.

“Yeah, I’ll make her,” said Sylus. “I have no intention of having her repeat this anytime soon. Once was more than enough for me.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear it.” Zayne rose from the couch. “Would you like to see her?”

—

Seeing you laying in the hospital bed, hooked up to an IV, your steady pulse beeping from the heart monitor, was a sight that almost brought Sylus to his knees.

At first glance, he thought you were dead, despite knowing that Zayne had said you were stable. But even as his emotions caught up with his logic, it was still a hard pill from him to swallow.

As Zayne stayed near the door to give you both a semblance of privacy, Sylus swiftly crossed the room and sat in the chair beside the bed, taking your hand without the IV needle in it between both of his.

“I’m here, sweetie,” he murmured, running his thumb along your skin. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

Your brow furrowed as your nose scrunched. Your eyes opened slowly, as if hearing Sylus’s voice had roused you into consciousness.

You blinked slowly, taking in the strange space in front of you. It took a few moments before it became clear, before you realized you were in the hospital, when the last thing you remembered was being in the park with Sylus.

Sylus.

Your gaze drifted to where he sat at your bedside, cradling your hand in both of his. “Sy?” you croaked. “Why are we at the hospital? I thought we were at the park.”

His face was nothing but tender as he looked at you, providing you with an innate sense of safety and comfort. “We were,” he said softly. “What do you remember?”

“We fought some Wanderers…and we were going to sit on a bench to catch our breaths…and then nothing,” you said.

“Before we could sit, you told me that you didn’t feel right,” Sylus explained. “You said something was wrong with your heart, and then you fainted. I brought you straight to the hospital.”

Your brows knitted. “Is Zayne here?”

“I am, Y/N,” Zayne said, moving from his spot near the door to the end of your bed.

“Doctor Zayne.” You managed a small smile. “What’s the prognosis?”

The exasperation was clear in your doctor’s expression as he grabbed your chart and looked it over. “You’ll live,” he replied dryly.

You chuckled. “Isn’t that a relief.”

Sylus squeezed your hand and you looked to him. He was frowning and did not seem remotely amused at your attempt at levity. Knowing you had probably scared the poor man half to death, you resisted the urge to stick your tongue out at him.

“You’ll need to stay overnight for observation,” Zayne continued, either unaware or uncaring of yours and Sylus’s silent conversation. “As long as your vitals are normal come the morning, you’ll be able to go home, under a strict treatment regiment of course.”

You rolled your eyes, earning another disapproving squeeze from Sylus.

Zayne glanced up from your chart, meeting your gaze.

“Thank you, doctor,” you said to him, genuinely meaning it.

“It’s my job,” was his simple reply. He glanced between you and Sylus. “I’ll leave you for now, but I’ll be back later to check on you.”

“Thank you,” Sylus said, surprising you.

Zayne gave a curt nod before making a swift exit.

You opened your mouth to speak to Sylus but was interrupted by his phone vibrating in his pocket.

“Aren’t you going to get that?” you asked when he made no move to retrieve it.

He shook his head. “It’s just the twins looking for an update.” He reached up with one of his hands, gently cupping your cheek. “How do you feel?”

You leaned into his touch. “I feel okay.”

“Don’t ever do that to me again.” There was a rare vulnerability in Sylus’s voice as he said those words, one that told you all you needed to know about the time he spent while Zayne was treating you.

But you couldn’t make him that promise. You knew that, and you knew he knew that.

Still, this didn’t stop you from saying, “I won’t.”

Satisfied, Sylus rose from the chair and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I love you too much to lose you, okay?” he whispered against your skin.

“Okay,” you whispered back. “And I love you too.”

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Bonus:

“No rigorous activity of any kind for at least a week,” Zayne instructed harshly as he wrapped up your strict treatment plan before you were to be discharged. A positively smug glint sparkled in his eyes as he said, “That includes sexual activity.”

Your face went beet red. “Zayne!” you exclaimed, burying your face in your hands to hide your embarrassment. “Why would you say that?! I understood what you meant!”

“It’s a doctor’s duty to be as detailed as possible when giving a patient’s treatment plan,” he responded with a slight smirk.

“I’m seeing Greyson from now on.”

“Let’s not be dramatic.”

“Zayne! Just let me go home already!”

As Sylus silently observed the back and forth, he begrudgingly admitted to himself that he might actually like your doctor.

[justcallme-ange]

Yeah I’d be surprised too if I were Phil.

I AM ALWAYS HERE TO ASK AU QUESTIONS ANON OR NOT (no shade to ppl more comfy on anon!):

been thinking a LOT about terrible two, sorry if this is stuff you’ve clarified before: does phil know about/how does phil feel about the two? do the two get along with steve? does techno let the two help out with the turtles? do either of the two have any scars?

(sending all the love loyal <3333 remember you don’t have to turn on anon if you don’t want!!)

at first, phil has NO idea.

he doesn't know until dream shows up on his porch, looking extremely nervous and cold, with two little piglin babies.

and phil's first reaction is to tell dream to get the hell out of here, he wants nothing to do with whatever dream has going on until dream explains that techno has been caring for these kids, that dream has been helping, and dream is going to rescue techno.

so, phil is hesitant at first but if techno cares about these kids, so does he. he absolutely takes them in, immediately. dream on the other hand.... i won't spoil it, but yeah, phil is just tolerating him, at least in the beginning.

but the twins love steve and all the dogs. scout is a little afraid at first because there's so many but they warm up pretty quick! the turtles are little too delicate for toddlers but they can watch from a distance.

as for scars, yeah, they both have a few minor scars from the hoglin attack. juniper has a scar on her jaw and scout has one on their left arm!

[kyeomofhearts]

Bad Boy!Wonwoo x Reader Headcannons

[☻] found this little gem while going through my (various) drafts! this was honestly what pushed me to create back for more sooo… why not post it while you guys wait for part 3? just think of it as a little prologue hehe <3

Bad Boy!Wonwoo who would almost always come to class late. Not caring about the attention he would get for disrupting the class.

Bad Boy!Wonwoo who would come into campus with a sleek black motorcycle, helmet in hand, and a face that rarely displayed emotion.

Bad Boy!Wonwoo who never actually caused any trouble, well, at least not anymore. But there was something that made people wary of him—including you.

Bad Boy!Wonwoo who you've known for almost your whole life—having gone to the same elementary, middle, and high school…and now university. You both even shared the same group of friends but you two were never particularly close by any means.

Bad Boy!Wonwoo who was always just there. He was the quiet kid who never stood out too much, always hanging around your shared friend group but never making an effort to be the center of attention. 

If you had to describe him back then, you would say he was reserved. You knew how he could get when he was with his close group of friends so it wasn’t like he was shy, he just wasn’t open with everyone.

You don’t remember ever having a full-blown conversation with him either. Just small interactions here and there, nothing too serious.

Which is why his new behavior is odd to you.

Bad Boy!Wonwoo who had eyes all over him for the first few months of school—but he didn’t mind them.

Not when he had his sights set on you.

It started off small. A glance that lingered for too long, a smirk that felt too intentional, or a passing comment that seemed designed to get under your skin. 

Then, suddenly, he was everywhere.

Showing up at the same campus cafe you normally went to. Catching your arm just as were about to walk past him. Even walking you to your classes—you felt like it was nearly impossible to escape Wonwoo these days.

Even when you talked with him, you noticed just how close he was. It was just enough to make you move back, just enough to make you aware of him. 

It wasn’t flirting, not really, but the way he watched your reactions made it feel like some kind of game. 

You don’t understand why he’s suddenly interested in you (if you can even consider it like that). 

But… after all these years, why now?

What you didn’t know was that Wonwoo had liked you for many years by now. It wasn’t anything crazy, just a small hallway crush if anything.

He never planned on acting upon his interest in you, if he was being honest. Preferring to admire from a distance.

But then, he saw you again. Attending the same university as him. And maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t hurt to try.

So now he’s making sure you see him.

Read [Back For More] here.

[cannibal-walleye]

First Meeting

"You guys shoulda seen it!" Impulse proclaimed loudly, tail swinging wildly with excitement. "I mean, Tango was great, but the lead singer—" The demon whistled.

"That good, huh?" Gem asked with a look that promised teasing should Impulse say much more.

He didn't heed the warning. "Yes, that good! I wish you guys had come; it actually blew me away. Like, the drums and piano blended perfectly, and so many of the songs made me want to start dancing right then and there," he gushed, pausing only for a moment to take a sip from his water bottle.

Scott, meanwhile, waved his phone at him, the screen displaying a pink heart that was on fire. "This is the same Heart Foundation you saw, right?"

"You found their insta already!" the demon beamed, reaching to grab it before the blizz snatched the phone away, blizz rods whirling happily.

"A'course I did, I am a professional. We need to do as much research as we can on your new crush before he can have our approval," Scott teased, scrolling through photos and posts.

"It's not a crush," he pouted, though he didn't bother with defending the claim against Gem's snort.

The warden peeked over Scott's shoulder, watching the photos fly past. "You said he's an angel, right?" she asked, glancing back at Impulse. She picked up her cocktail, taking a sip while the demon replied.

"Yeah, an angel. He's got these massive white wings, plus little pink ones on the sides of his head—though, I don't know if that was the lighting or dye or natural. Either way, they matched his suit perfectly, I didn't know it was possible for someone to look so good in hot pink! And- and! He's absolutely jacked, his arms were like the barrel of a cannon—and his hair also had hot pink streaks in it, and-"

"Like this?" Scott cut him off before he could ramble more, showing a photo of the angel, his arm slung around Tango as both of them laughed at the camera. He wasn't wearing the pink suit, just a tank top and sweats, but damn, if he didn't look just as hot, scars and muscles on full display.

Impulse's tail curled happily, a purr rumbling in his chest. "Yes, that's him! What does it say? Is his name on there, any other info about their next performance—though, I could just ask Tango when I see him-"

"You don't even know his name?" Gem interrupted, incredulous.

"I was distracted, okay?" he tried to defend, feeling a blush creeping up his cheeks. "I was taking a video for Tango while he was introducing everyone, and his voice was just so smooth, I couldn't really focus on the actual words. It's not my fault!"

They just giggled at him, Gem's elbow coming up to prod Scott, who looked up from the phone. Surprise flashed across his face, but it quickly turned to a teasing grin to match Gem's.

"You were distracted, hmm? Too busy eyeing up the hot angel to pay any attention?" the blizz asked, eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

"I think so," the warden agreed before Impulse could defend himself. "Enamored with a complete stranger, our little Impy's all grown up~" she teased, eyes narrowing as though daring him to disagree.

He rolled his eyes, taking another long drink from his water; playing earlier had really left him drained, but not quite drained enough to sit out Tango's performance, despite Gem and Scott abandoning him to go get drinks. Impulse sighed happily, the image of the angel silhouetted by the backlighting still fresh in his mind, not to mention the memory of his voice. He'd need to ask the blaze hybrid later how they had met.

"So what if I am?" he argued, hands coming up to rub away the growing flush on his face. "I mean, he's friends with Tango, so he's gotta at least be a chill dude, plus he was so funny during the show, he interacted with the audience perfectly—honestly, Gem, you should be taking notes."

Her mouth fell open in amused shock, while Scott's smirk only deepened. They shared a glance, one that Impulse recognized well enough by now to know that they were categorically not going to drop this any time soon. Not that he cared; he was happy to keep rambling about what an amazing performance the niche band had put on; Impulse could recognize good music when he heard it.

"I don't know, I think you might be a tad biased," the blizz said, the frosty sparkle in his eyes refusing to disappear given Impulse's enthusiasm.

Gem nodded. "Definitely. You just think he's hot, you want to find a quiet spot where you two can kiss and-"

"Gem!" Impulse interrupted, flush deepening at the implications. "I don't even know if he likes guys," he retorted, wilting a little at the thought. Not that it mattered; he didn't know the guy, it's not like he'd somehow end up in a situation where hooking up was even possible.

"I dunno..." Scott drawled, eyes shifting to glance over the demon's shoulder. He grinned again at Impulse's embarrassment. "I feel like he'd be open to that sort of thing."

"And how would you know?" he snapped back, suddenly very self-conscious, as though the two of them were in on a joke that he didn't get. They did love to tease him, and it wasn't often that Impulse got a crush—not that this was a crush!

Gem just snorted while Scott waved the phone. "Instagram," he answered shortly, still smirking.

"But you didn't even answer the question!" the warden accused, taking another drink.

"What question?"

"Would you kiss him if you could?"

"Gem-" he tried to argue, hiding his blush with a hand again.

"Just answer! You never tell us about your love life, it's only fair," she insisted, giving him an intense and expecting look, one that warned against any arguing.

"I don't know him," the demon sputtered. "I guess I would, but I'd want to get to know him first, maybe take him out to dinner..." he trailed off, eyebrows furrowed at the thought. It really wasn't all that unrealistic that Impulse could meet the angel, since Tango could introduce them. But the odds of the guy actually being interested in anything?

"I was going to offer to buy you a drink, but I think it might have to be the other way around," came a deep voice from behind him.

The demon nearly jumped out of his skin.

Right in front of him was the angel, in the flesh, very close up and personal and—fuck, he was even hotter in person, suit torn at the sleeves and unbuttoned at the top, showing off his arms and chest. He was leaning against the bar, a stereotypical smolder painting his features, blue eyes dark as they looked the demon up and down.

Impulse short circuited.

He was stammering something, but he wasn't sure what—a greeting? An apology? How much had the angel heard, did he think Impulse was weird, did he-

"I'm asking if I can buy you a drink," the angel clarified, smirk fading into a more serious expression as he repeated the offer.

"I, uh-" The demon's mouth went dry. "I can't, I have to drive later," he answered weakly, brain still not catching up to the fact that the guy was hitting on him.

"No, you don't," Gem denied cheerily, the smile in her voice clear even though Impulse's back was turned. "We'll get an uber. Go have fun, enjoy yourself~"

He looked back up at the angel, who was now giving him the sweetest, most encouraging smile, and swallowed thickly. He nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I- I'd love a drink," he managed, still unbearably flustered, tail curling in on itself.

The man grinned, the wings on his head puffing up happily—that's adorable—as he offered an arm to the demon.

Impulse took it, letting the angel lead him away to order drinks.

"Just be back by hotel checkout at ten tomorrow!" Scott called after them.

---

So that's their first meeting! I also want to write Skizz's first impression of Impulse and his pov of this encounter at some point, and potentially even extend the scene a little further when we see him ;)

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! And if there's any questions about anyone in this au, feel free to drop an ask <3

[themissinghand]

Omniscient Reader Viewpoint You See the Future, But I Only See You

Summary: In which Secretive Plotter is jealous of Kim Dokja and the 3rd round Yoo Joonghyuk, and so, he kidnaps you, their guide.

Or, you are a full-time seer, part-time strategist, and de-facto leader of the Kim Dokja Company, and now, a temporarily confused hostage. 

Pairing: Slight Yan! Secretive Plotter x F! Reader

Note: Found this old gem in my folders, why not. Yes it's been a while, so sorry!

Now back with some posts - maybe opening requests soon <3

Warning: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SECRETIVE PLOTTER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

★・・・・・・★

“What in the constellation fuck.” 

You weren’t sure when things had started to go wrong. 

Was it when you were a seer? Where did your value in the incarnation rankings shoot up?

Or when you led the Kim Dokja Company as a unified front when Kim Dokja was gone?

Whatever it was, this was not part of the plan.

Yet here you were, bound by invisible chains, trapped in a space so foreign yet familiar, sitting before a man you never imagined facing like this. He watched you with quiet intensity, the air around him heavy with intent.

“Why?”

The word escaped your lips before you could stop it.

You weren’t supposed to ask him questions, not this man. But again, you weren’t supposed to be here and curiosity, laced with a tinge of betrayal, pushed the question out anyway.

This was the one thing you could not foresee.

Damn these constellations.

The Secretive Plotter, or as you know it, Yoo Joonghyuk, tilted his head, a ghost of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. He was familiar, yet entirely different from the regressor you knew. 

His presence was colder, sharper. 

This Yoo Joonghyuk was from another round, with knowledge and experiences, and hella OP compared to the current sunfish you know. 

“You ask why, but I think you already know,” he said softly, his voice a low murmur that sent a chill down your spine.

Your mind raced, searching for a logical explanation. It was true that you had foreseen many things: the rise and fall of constellations, the struggles of your companions, and Kim Dokja’s suicidal tendencies. 

But this? This was different. Secretive Plotter wasn’t part of the plan, not like this.

“Enlighten me,” you replied, forcing your voice to remain calm, steady. 

“If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking.”

He studied you for a moment, his gaze piercing, as if he was peeling away the layers of your defenses, exposing every thought, every fear. Then he spoke again, his voice a little colder this time. 

“They don’t deserve you.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

Them. 

He didn’t need to say the names. Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk, the ones you had followed through countless regressions, the ones who trusted you, depended on you. And, in a way, you depended on them too. 

But this? Is this guy lonely or something? Right, the sunfish tendencies never changed.

Then, the realization hit you like a blow to the chest.

“This is because of them?” you asked, incredulity creeping into your tone. 

“Don’t tell me you kidnapped me just because you’re… jealous?”

The smile on his face vanished, replaced with something far darker, far more dangerous. He stepped closer, closing the already too-small gap between you.

You refused to shrink back, refused to show any sign of fear. You had faced worse. You had to remind yourself of that.

“They don’t deserve you,” he said, his voice sharp, laced with bitterness. “You… you’re different. You think and you save everyone. You see the bigger picture.”

You swallowed, your heart hammering in your chest.

“And what? You think you deserve me?” You regretted the words the moment they left your mouth, but there was no taking them back.

Secretive Plotter’s gaze darkened, and for a moment, you thought he might actually lash out. Instead, he leaned in, his voice dropping to a near-whisper.

“I see what they don’t. I see you.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and for a brief moment, you were at a loss. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating, and yet… there was something unsettlingly intimate in the way he spoke to you, as if you were the only person in the universe who mattered to him.

“You think Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk don’t care?” you asked, trying to regain your footing, “They rely on me because we’re a team. We survive because we trust each other.”

“Trust,” he repeated, the word dripping with disdain. “You trust them too much, and that’s why you’ll never see the truth.”

You clenched your fists, frustration bubbling to the surface. “And what truth is that?”

He straightened, his expression unreadable. 

“That you don’t need them. That they hold you back.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words caught in your throat.

Could it be true? You had always been the one to guide them, to think ahead, to strategize. But you needed them, didn’t you? Without them, would you have made it this far? The doubt gnawed at the edges of your mind.

“No,” you said firmly, shaking your head. “You’re wrong. We’re stronger together. That’s how we’ve always survived.”

He didn’t respond immediately, but his gaze remained locked on yours, unblinking, as if searching for something within you. Then, slowly, he extended his hand toward you, palm up, as if offering something invisible, something dangerous.

“You don’t have to go back to them,” he said quietly. “Stay with me. I’ll give you everything you need.”

You stared at his hand, your mind racing. The air around you felt thick, oppressive, as if the very fabric of reality was pressing down on you, waiting for you to make a choice.

Stay with him? Abandon Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk? The very thought seemed impossible, absurd.

And yet… there was a part of you, a small, traitorous part, that hesitated. What would it mean to follow him?

But no. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t.

You leaned back, refusing to take his hand. 

“I’m not abandoning them. I won’t.”

His expression remained calm, but there was something simmering just beneath the surface, something dark and dangerous.

“You’re making a mistake.”

“Maybe,” you said, lifting your chin defiantly. “But it’s my choice to make.”

Silence stretched between you, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he lowered his hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You’ll come to see the truth eventually,” he said, his voice soft but filled with certainty. “And when you do, I’ll be waiting.”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. All you could do was turn away, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to make sense of everything that had just happened. But one thing was clear: this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

The Secretive Plotter would be waiting for you. Always.

Damn, let’s get out of these chains first.

After so many regressions, seeing you alive felt both like a blessing and a curse. 

Secretive Plotter…or Yoo Joongyhuk had known you in countless timelines, each one ending the same way. No matter what he did, you died, often too soon, always painfully. 

The seer who guided him, the strategist who did their best to save everyone, you were his best and brightest ally.

In each regression, Yoo Joonghyuk became fond of you. You weren’t just a teammate to him, you were an anchor.

Someone who could foresee danger, who could match his intellect, and yet, no matter how many times he watched the world reset, you couldn’t escape your fate. 

You were always bound to die. 

Sometimes protecting him. Sometimes as a casualty of the scenario itself.

Each death had burned itself into his memory like a scar that never healed. There was nothing he could do to stop it. 

Even in the 3rd round with Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja, you were doomed.

No one could save you.

Except now, he could.

Now that he had ascended, now that he was Secretive Plotter, far removed from the cycle of life and death, he had power.

Power to bend the rules, to keep you safe in a place where nothing could harm you.

He couldn’t lose you again. 

Not to Yoo Joonghyuk, not to Kim Dokja, and certainly not to the cruel hand of fate. I

In his realm, you were beyond the reach of those pathetic mortals, beyond the reach of death itself.

But when he saw you struggling against your chains, and even arguing with his kkomas...a soft smile rose to his lips.

Yea, you were his.

[shepscapades]

DBHC [Detroit Become Hermitcraft] AU MASTERPOST

This is a compiled list of links to every major dbhc post, including links to art, a list of tags that I use to organize everything for this au on my blog, character tags, and any other content for the au that you may want to specifically look for! I will do my best to update this Masterpost with every new major post I publish, so feel free to keep checking the original post (not reblogs, which will not retain edits) for new content! (Likewise, if you stumble upon a link that doesn't seem right, please feel free to let me know!)

Everything is organized below the read more by an Overview of information about the au and content organized by character. Within each character's section, posts are organized in a narrative chronological order-- NOT the order in which the posts were published. Most characters are organized in groups so links do not appear more than once.

Thank you for reading and enjoying my silly au! It's baffling to me how many people have found an interest in or love for this project, and everyone's support, encouragement, and general insanity means the world to me! <3

OVERVIEW

Dbhc, or the Detroit Become Hermitcraft AU, is an au that started as a joke and very quickly stopped being a joke LKFJGDG It’s called Detroit Become Hermitcraft, but not really because it has anything to do with the base game DBH– really, I only yoinked and expanded on the android mechanics and inserted them into the minecraft-based world of hermitcraft. It’s an au that starts in Hermitcraft Season 8 (ie., many of the first androids were built for the beginning of s8 in this au), meaning that the seasons prior in this au do not technically have those hermits as part of their history. The Life Series are canon to this au, but like earlier hermitcraft seasons, 3rd Life is missing all of the android hermits due to it having taken place prior to HC Season 8.

GUIDE TO ANDROIDS - An official guide to how androids function, for those unfamiliar with dbh androids!

TAG LIST

#dbhc – any and everything dbhc! #dbhc art – any art, comics, or silly doodles that feature the dbhc characters #dbhc writing – works of writing that either I’ve done or works that I consider canon to the au! (see below for links to each of these works) #dbhc ask – any response to an ask or submission that I answer related to dbhc– could be silly asks or asks related to lore! #dbhc music – any art or asks in which I speak about the music on the dbhc playlists or use the songs as inspiration for art of the narrative #dbhc fanart – any dbhc art not made by me! #dbhc fanfic – any dbhc writing not written by me! #dbhc sillies – these are usually asks I’ve answered that include ridiculous doodles or humorous references to more serious or angsty lore posts #dbhc theories – not a consistent tag, but something I decided to start using for asks that have interesting theories that I don't want to confirm or deny. Also used in general for large theory-based asks/my reactions to them #dbhc mechanics – any explanations related to the way the androids function [i'm still currently in the process of going back through everything and working this tag in!] #dbhc ref – official reference sheets for the characters #dbhc explained – Any major comic that I've broken down into explained details and ramblings!

CHARACTER TAG LIST:

Character tags will be listed as #dbhc [name]. They contain both art of those characters and any mentions/discussions of them from asks. If a character is discussed or shown in any capacity, those posts should have the respective character tags! I believe these are all of the characters discussed/referenced so far:

#dbhc android 24 || #dbhc beef || #dbhc bdubs || #dbhc cleo || #dbhc cub || #dbhc doc || #dbhc etho || #dbhc false || #dbhc gem || #dbhc grian || #dbhc hypno || #dbhc impulse || #dbhc jevin || #dbhc joe || #dbhc joel || #dbhc jimmy || #dbhc keralis ||#dbhc mumbo || #dbhc pearl || #dbhc ren || #dbhc scar || #dbhc skizz || #dbhc tango || #dbhc wels || #dbhc xb || #dbhc xisuma || #dbhc zed

✧DBHC TIMELINE✧

In the above link, you will find major posts/comics/events from this au organized on Season-specific timelines!

CHARACTER POST LIST

Since Tumblr has a link embed limit of 100, I moved every character section to it's own post! Giving each character group their own space will hopefully prevent any issues going forward as I continue to add to the au without fear of hitting a link limit.

As mentioned above, the below individual posts are organized by Characters or Groups of Characters. Within each section, drawings are organized by NARRATIVE CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER (Not the order in which they were posted/published).  These links contain links to posts/art specifically centered around the characters they're listed under. All posts that have a collection of characters, moments, or drawings not centered around any one specific character/characters will be found under "Other Drawings!" Stuff from Secret Life, Decked out, and other silly drawings can be found there. Character's are often cameo'd all over the place, so if you're looking for all of the content of a specific character, your best bet is perusing their respective character tag (listed above)! The posts below are to present a better/more cohesive idea of the ordered narrative of each character.

ETHO + BDUBS

CUB + CO.

DOC + CO.

IMPULSE + CO.

JOE + CO.

MUMBO + CO.

SKIZZ + CO.

TANGO + CO.

WELS + CO.

XB + CO.

XISUMA + 24 + CO.

OTHER DRAWINGS [GROUPS/COLLECTIONS]

WRITING WORKS

Original, Official Fics for DBHC:

[x] Don't Let it Reach the Heart [Doc & Xisuma Post-Destruction]

Fanfic that I consider Canon:

[x] A Gear of the Heart, Starting [ethubs s8 fic by @tunastime ] [x] A Gear of the Heart, Turning [ethubs LL fic by @tunastime] [x] @hitheeprithee Like a Bolt from the Blue [ranchers]

Fanfic I consider closely adjacent to Canon:

[x] @tunastime Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? [docsuma] [x] @set-in-stardust [ethubs first kiss!] [x] @set-in-stardust [s9 reset etho re-deviates] [x] @drachis917 [Impulse meets Gem!] [x] @listentothelittlebird [A Visit To Doc's Skyblock Jail]

[boothillssugarmomma]

sunday likes shiny stuff bc ravens likes shiny stuff, its just an idea

I love that idea! Birds all like shiny stuff so I could see him sneaking away with your jewelry and trinkets!

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Shiny Treasures

(Sunday x Fem!Reader)

cw-: lying Sunday, fluff, embarrassed boy, nervous boy 🤭

🎀 authorsnote: I literally was supposed to post this three weeks ago I'm so sorry 😭

please don't steal my work!

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Sunday had...a certain fondness for shiny things...a rather childish and unanticipated flaw to his character, really. No matter how small, insignificant or worthless they were.

Perhaps it had something to do with the halovians' innate desire for attention and glory, that would explain it. Or maybe it was because he was like a bird. But whatever the case, he was rather drawn to the gleam of precious gems and glittery accessories.

He sometimes tries to snatch your jewelry, thinking that you wouldn't notice, but fails miserably and you find that adorable.

"Hey hon do you know where that necklace I was wearing yesterday went?" You hum, peeking into his office.

Your boyfriend is hard at work, staring at some papers with concentration as he writes on them.

Sunday looked at you through the corner of his eye. His eyes looked a bit panicked before he started to concentrate on his papers again, but at this moment, he was just pretending.

"No, I don't...why my love?"

He answered with a simple reply. He thought that might work, right?

"Oh really?" You smile as you lean against the doorway. "I was going to wear it to that event we need to go to tonight."

Sunday stayed silent. And for some reason, his face started to redden a bit.

He knew that you weren't a fool. Why did he even think that you didn't know he stole your jewelry? Sunday sighed.

"Fine."

He opened his left drawer to carefully pick up your necklace and hold it out to you. Blushing as he looks away.

You snicker walking forward to lean down and kiss his forehead. "I know you like shiny things baby...but try to work on it?" Your voice soothes his embarrassment a bit.

Sunday looks at you, his face going even redder when you kissed his forehead.

"Mhm...I will...sorry"

He answered softly. He definitely didn't want to admit that he had an unhealthy obsession with shiny things, but he knew you already learned his secret anyways.

"Now...do you know where my rings are?" You glance into his eyes, yours have a hint of amusement while his are just plain panic.

"N-No..."

Sunday looked away. You knew he was lying again. He was bad at it, and he knew that you probably knew he was acting. You couldn't help but find that adorable.

"You must have placed them in our room...maybe on the nightstand!" He stammers a bit with his lie.

This wasn't like him and he hated it, the lying was killing him even if it couldn't be helped. He knew you weren't mad, you were amused, you loved his obsessions. But he still felt out of control with himself.

"Okkk..." You hum before kissing his nose. "So if I were to...check my nightstand in an hour...would they be back?" Your eyes narrow playfully as they gaze into his.

He blushed again. He really wasn't good at lying. Especially to you...his lovely girlfriend.

"Y-yes."

He replied. Sunday still found it quite difficult to look at you in the eyes while he was embarrassed like this. Why did he even steal them in the first place?

"Alright my little dove..." You smile softly, walking to the door before stopping and looking over your shoulder. "Oh and I wanted to tell you that I hung the suit you'll be wearing up on your door for when you get ready."

"T-Thank you, darling."

Sunday sighed of relief. He thought that you were going to keep asking him for jewelry back, reminding him of his little habit for the rest of the day. Sunday stood and followed to the door to grab his suit.

He quickly decided to give you a kiss on the cheek as a way to apologize for his silly behaviour.

"Let me know when you want me to help tie your tie. I'll be in our room." You smile before walking down the corridor out of his sight.

"Mhm, will do."

Sunday let out a heavy breath. Now that you're out of his sight, he has time to collect himself. He can't stop thinking about the feeling of your skin on his lips.

His thoughts always go crazy when you're around.

After he starts to prepare himself for the event, reading over his speech, making quick changes. He finally slips his suit on before glancing into his office mirror and remembering his tie.

He walks down the corridor where you had walked a bit previously into your shared room.

Glancing in he notices you sitting at your vanity, clearly doing your last preparations as well. His eyes soften as he watches you, his beautiful dove.

Finally he cleared his throat and spoke. "Hey, darling? Do you mind helping out a bit?" Holding the tie up he blushes embarrassed.

"Hmm?" You hum looking over your shoulder and glance at his undone tie. A warm laugh escapes your lips before you nod. "Cmere honey."

He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your back. He looked at your neck, and decided to give a little peck to it. He then hid his face in your shoulders.

"I don't know why, but I feel quite embarrassed right now. I mean I should be able to do my own tie..." Sunday sighs softly. "Please Help me out, will you darling...?" He asked softly, his hot breath against your neck.

"Of course my love..." You hum, making quick work to turn around and start tying his tie.

His eyes catch a glint of light out of the corner of them. Glancing to your vanity he notices a pair of sparkly diamond earrings, ones he bought for you no doubt.

He caught himself looking at the earrings. But he was just so tempted to take them right now, but decided to try to restrain himself.

Sunday waited patiently for you to tie his tie. He found this kind of bonding with you wholesome...if only he wasn't thinking about those damned earrings.

He couldn't handle it anymore, so when you were distracted he used his arm length to his advantage and swiped the earrings, putting them in his pocket.

Sunday felt a sense of guilt, stealing your earrings, but he also felt satisfied. He had to act normal now, and hope you didn't notice he pocketed your earrings.

"All done!" You smile brightly as you turn to the mirror to show him. "God you look so handsome..."

His blush returns, even though he's used to your compliments...he can't ever get used to the notion that you're his. "Thank you, darling. You look absolutely stunning yourself."

He said, and gave you a smile. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your hair lightly.

You both stand there for a few minutes, gazing at the mirror and at each other. But eventually the silence had to be broken.

"Ok! Go grab your speech and we can head out!" You smile patting his chest. He nods softly before you watch him walk to the door.

Sunday was obviously trying to rush out of the room, with a sense of panic in his mind that maybe you somehow noticed the earrings he just swiped.

"Oh and Sunday?"

His body tenses as he places a hand on the doorway. He gulps a bit before turning to you. "Y-Yes honey?"

"Earrings please." You snicker before holding your hand out. Eyes amused instead of angry.

"You noticed...?"

He asked, looking at your hand nervously. He slowly reached for his pocket and took out the earrings, reaching to hand them to you while looking away. He was as red as a flame spawn...

"It's hard not to when you bumped my waist with your hand while trying to reach for them..." You roll your eyes playfully.

He looks down at the ground, his wings drooping a bit. You gently cup his face and tilt his head upwards a bit.

"I could never get mad at my cute little dove..." You kiss his cheek. "Its kinda cute..."

"Heh...you mean that?"

He let out a sigh of relief. At least you didn't get mad at him for stealing your jewelry. He still had a hint of curiosity in his eyes though, wondering just how much jewelry you had.

Instead of asking he just gave you a small peck on the nose.

"My little Halovian..." You chuckle softly. "Such a jewelry snatcher." Walking to the front door, slipping your heels on. "Is your sister also like this?"

"Oh believe me...hah, she's worse."

"...remind me to never bring jewelry around her."

"Noted, my dear."

🎀End🎀

[nonightingalesinberkelysquare]

WARNING FOR GOOD OMENS SPOILERS!!!!

FURTHER SLIGHT SPOILER WARNING FOR THE FOLLOWING BOOKS: The Bone Clock by David Mitchell, You Only Call When You're In Trouble by Stephen Mcauley, and Bibliomaniac by Robin Ince.

Edit: Photos by @polychromicron-persei-8 !!!!!

So I'm sure a lot of the fandom have seen the pictures posted by a very lucky fan who saw the production of good omens happening out in Scotland today!!

However what I'm not seeing people talk about is a hidden gem in the reblogs.

SOMEONE HAD MANAGED TO GET A PICTURE OF THE BOOKS IN THE WINDOW!!!

Naturally, I had to go and do my research to see if these books give us any clues or serve any other purposes other than decorative purposes

AND LET ME TELL YOU

These are the the books visible in the window:

I'll go through them one by one

(Please bear in mind, I haven't read any of these books personally!! The only information I have on them are the little bits I found online in a very rushed attempt at research!!!)

Okay firstly

"The Bone Clocks" by David Mitchell

Now, this is the one that I struggled to make sense of the most out of the three.

The story appears to follow a runaway teenage girl who is a "lightning rod for psychic phenomena." These visions are said to reorder reality and send her into a real life nightmare.

However,

It also states that there is a boy who eventually crosses paths with her and who's story "comes together in moments of grace and extraordinary wonder"

As I said, I've never read these books and the only link I could begin to make with this is the idea of a "supernatural being meets another supernatural being and what they can do when they're together defies anyone's wildest dreams" story, similar to what we have seen and could see in GO3.

The next book is where it gets FARRRR more interesting (in my opinion)

NOW

THE TITLE? INTERESTING ASF.

IS AZIRAPHALE IN TROUBLE? OR EVEN CROWLEY?

The quotes are literally taken from the amazon listing itself, but I'll just point out the bits that stuck out to me personally.

☆ "is it ever okay to stop caring for others and start living for yourself?"

And I'm skipping a HUUUUGE chunk of the story here so apologies

☆ "Tom does what he's always done - answers the call."

☆ "Thus begins a journey that will change everyone's life and demonstrate the beauty or dysfunction (or both?) of the ties that bind families together and sometimes strangle them."

THAT LAST QUOTE REALLY STICKS OUT TO ME. Personally, I'd say that could possibly relate to the heaven and hell divides?

But furthermore, we were told prior to the whole NG situation that Aziraphale and Crowley aren't talking.. so could that mean that as soon as they begin speaking once again, they have the power to leave heaven and hell behind? Perhaps stop the divides?

And last, but certainly not least

Now, keep in mind that this particular book is nonfiction and appears to be written from the authors own point of view as he aims to visit 100 bookshops in 100 days.

This has a relatively short description from what I can see right now so I'll put it in here

"Bibliomaniac takes the reader on a journey across Britain as Robin explores his lifelong love of bookshops and books - and also tries to find out just why he can never have enough of them.

It is the story of an addiction and a romance, and also of an occasional points failure."

This one interested me SO much because it SCREAMS Aziraphale character development sort of thing? You know?

I really struggled to find any spoilers for this one whatsoever but one website did mention the author's love for vintage books, which he only ever reads as and when, as opposed to focusing on just one book.

I just thought this was SO SO SOOOOO interesting, and if anybody has any differing thoughts/interpretations or has even read the books, the comment section is a safe space to do so!!! All theories/suggestions are welcomed (any hate WILL be blocked, don't test me).

OR MAYBE THIS ALL MEANS NOTHING AND IM JUST CLOWNING FAR TOO HARD?!??!??!

[ckret2]

Wait I have to ask about some of those trans headcanons. Plz tell me about transfem Axel and Bigender Gideon.

(referring to my tags on this post!)

i'm giving you the gideon one first because the transfem axel one is stupid lmao.

When Gideon meets Mabel, he says one of the first things that drew him to her is that she "appreciates the sparkly things in life." So: Gideon appreciates the sparkly things, and this is a high priority to him.

He invites her over for makeovers, and his dressing room—

—is full of very feminine things. It's pink, it's sparkly, there's bows and feathers and flowers and ruffles and earrings and lipstick.

Mabel comes home with lipstick, eye shadow, false lashes, blush, fingernail extensions, curled hair, and a hair bow—which means Gideon had all those supplies. This is presented as his dressing room and we don't see his parents wearing that kind of stuff.

We know from out-of-canon sources that Gideon was unpopular before he found Journal 2, probably got picked on, and that's one reason he latched on to the journal's power. So that's one hint that there's Something Going On with Gideon that other kids twig as bullyable. It might be something else (like, he's fat, that's definitely bullyable), but it might be something queer.

If he's so eager to find a friend (or girlfriend) who appreciates the same "sparkly things" he does, it's probably because he's felt rejected by other kids in town who don't appreciate those things... or who judge him for appreciating them. Add on to that the fact that Gideon's got the speech patterns of a southern woman and steals high school girls' moisturizer, and he doesn't make for a terribly masculine little ten-year-old.

He latched on to Mabel so hard because she didn't judge him for any of those things. She saw a little boy into makeup and jewelry and sequins, and she got excited. She didn't see him as a weirdo... she saw him as someone just like her.

And Gideon looks at Mabel and sees someone just like him.

I headcanon that his crush on Mabel is only half because he wants to be with her. The other half is because he wants to be her: a cool pretty older girl (nearly a teen!) with long curly hair and skirts and headbands and fun cute colorful clothes she made herself and a lungful of bedazzling gems. A girl who doesn't feel constrained by her femininity, but rather uses femininity to freely express her full authentic self. She radiates everything that feels stifled within him. He wants what she has so much it hurts.

And he thinks the only way he can have what she has is by having her.

He's ten. He's grown up around the kind of people that use American flag pins on suit lapels to signal what good wholesome Christian patriots they are—and for y'all that didn't live through 9/11, in the 2000s those flag pins were shorthand for "conservative, or scared of offending conservatives." He's no doubt been taught that boys are boys and girls are girls and you are what you were born, and suggesting otherwise is not only impossible, but insulting.

Gideon's egg is years from cracking.

In the meantime, he's got his prison pals. They treat Gideon like something precious for being an adorable little child worth protecting, and for caring as they work out their emotional issues, and for doing crafts like friendship bracelets with them—he's found himself playing a rather feminine social role for these men, and they respect and admire him for it. I think he finds many of the same things with them that he found with Mabel: he can express the parts of himself that got rejected by his school peers, and he's celebrated for it.

You could just headcanon Gideon flat out as a trans girl and it'd fit the narrative perfectly. I headcanon bigender because I feel like he's not not a boy—he's just also a girl.

I imagine him as one of those kids who goes through middle & high school feeling more and more like something fits wrong, but unable to put a name to it, until he goes off to college and has a bunch of new life experiences and has a revelation. Does drag once "for fun" and suddenly that egg shell's dynamited apart.

Then she spends the next couple years grappling with "am I a girl? but if I'm a girl why does the thought of leaving behind manhood feel like ripping something out of my ribs? am I just a boy? but then why does the thought of not getting to be a girl feel like dying?" until she figures out she can just be both.

I think she'd tell her prison gang first, even before any of her family. She's sure if anyone will support her, it'll be them. (And they do, 100%.)

I think her parents would be alright with it, but I also think her parents are the kind of people who calmly listen to hateful talk show hosts denouncing trans & gay people because they never imagined they've got a little trans kid sitting right next to them listening too—"Well, sure Gideon asked for all those sparkly clothes, but that don't mean anything, our son's just an artistic little boy, that's all!"—so she didn't know they'd be okay with it.

Mabel would be thrilled for her—after she stops being weirded out that Gideon totally copied Mabel's childhood haircut. But I think her coming out would recontextualize a lot of what happened during Weirdmageddon summer and, okay yeah, not realizing you're a girl doesn't excuse kidnapping your crush and trying to kill her family, but it's easier for you to give a full and sincere apology for what you did when everyone has a better understanding of why you did it in the first place. I think they should both get the opportunity to have the big sister/little sister dynamic that in a perfect world they should've gotten in the first place.

okay and now here's my reason for the transfem axel headcanon, which i warned you is stupid:

years & years back i started a kingdom hearts 2 fic, back when the lore was just "when a person splits apart their heart becomes a Heartless and their body becomes a Nobody"; I think KH's soul alchemy has gotten more complicated since then, but I haven't kept up.

and the premise of the fic was that Axel ran into his Heartless—it was a Soldier—and they went on a quest together to recombine into one person. and I decided to make his Heartless a girl just because. didn't look different from any other Soldier, Axel could just tell it was a girl. it was his heart, so he should know. and that was about as much as it was explored.

years and years later i realized "hold on. if Axel's body/Nobody is male, and his heart/Heartless is female, then you've got a female heart in a male body. that's how countless trans women have described their experiences for centuries. ... welp, i guess she's trans now!"

this was about the same period in my life that i started a fic about orochimaru being a trans woman so it wasn't like i didn't know trans people existed, i just didn't think through the implications of my own headcanon lmao

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

~{ You all know what time it is! This is inspired by This Post and ask from dcxdpdabbles! But of course I but my own stuff on it but I don’t take the OG idea just my stuff to add now onto the post! }~

Doll Danny

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Danny was just talking with his parents, after finding out about him they started to change their views on ghost as a hole and they changed their weapons to not fire at him and with a bit less stress of having to worry if he’s going to get shot at in his sleep his grads have gone up a bit not to where they were before but a good start so right now Danny life is good

Until the G.I.W breaks down the door and starts shouting and shooting at them his parents immediately start to shoot back to protect their kids even if it cost them their life’s while this is happening jazz and Danny hit the deck before Jazz grabs him and runs down stairs while trying to not get shot at as they get down the stairs Jazz starts up the portal to get out of there but a couple of the attackers follow them and badly wound Danny and kill Jazz but not before she pushes Danny into the portal and destroys it on both sides

He falls into ally..? Never mind that he needs to find something to help his core, one of G.I.W got a lucky shot before he went through the portal and his body is literally about to give out if he can’t find something soon and fast ~{ Think of it like the Gems from Steven universe but for ghost I don’t like the show but the concept i’m chill with }~

Thats when he sees it, A Porcelain doll it has mid length slightly wavy black hair and painted icy blue eyes, the doll’s sculpted face is a mix between sad and calm and the little black dress on it is a bit dirty and has been ripped up mostly likely due to a kid finding scissors and with some of the cracks in the legs ( conveniently where he was injured :) ) but one of the best parts of it is the hollow chest cavity that has some fluffing inside but has enough space for his core to be properly protected and secure

So Danny puts his core inside and takes over the doll a the first week it is a bit difficult to get used to being so small ( oh how lucky he is that he can float the himself places ) and not being seen by people, he still hasn’t found anything to cover up the bit of his core showing from though the ripped up clothes but it would make sense since it’s a doll outside and stuff

But while Danny was sitting on a roof just enjoying the cold weather is when he hears it a child’s voice coming from behind him so he looks back [ Not turning his head not really wanting a child to start yelling about a moving doll thank you very much ]

He sees a tall man…bat? Whatever and a child who looks to be about 11-10 in age and wearing one of the ugliest clothes he has ever seen and… is the child wearing short-shorts?!? In Gotham while Danny is thinking of ways to get the child at least pants the child sees him first and walk over and picks him up and starts talk to the bat-man about taking him with them and things like that and eventually the bat-man says yes and the child smiles at him and hugs him close to them.

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Jason is very glad that night he found Danny happen if not he’s live would have been very different.

When he took Danny home the first thing he did was clean him up with Alf’s help and put cut up to the dolls size bandages on the cracks and got rid of the ripped and cut dress the doll was wearing and Alf found a box of doll clothes from one of B’s old family members in the attic and now that the doll was all cleaned up Jason walked around the manner to show him everything around the manner

The doll was there for him when Bruce and Dick would fight so loud he could sleep.

The doll was there for him when he found out about his real mom.

The one time the doll wasn’t there was when he went to see his real mother.

The doll was there when he was in the grave and dig himself out with his belt buckle out of said grave.

The doll was there when he got out of the league of assassins and when he started his work as Red hood.

And even now he and the Doll where never far away from the other, Jason never left the Doll far from him and not like Danny would leave his side for long

The point still stands that if you have Jason the Doll is not far behind.

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*Danny’s Dress and appearance *

*Danny’s Face*

*Danny’s dress* ~{ yes it is in Jason colors }~

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~{ And that’s it for this post! I hope you guys like it, this come from seeing this dress and the post in the beginning anyway see you gremlins soon byeeee }~

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pov your instagram when dating spencer reid pt 4

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(y/n) i think derek got fed up with his statistics...

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spencerreid1 This was frightening to say the least.

-> emilyprenty Maybe stop giving us daily lectures on a topic we brought up one time

-> paparossi @/emilyprenty I second that

derekm This is also me after he wins EVERY card game we play

-> (y/n) did you know there's a mathematical equation to every card game that guarantees the chances of winning 🤓☝️

-> jjareau not you too y/n..

-> spencerreid1 She's actually not wrong.

AaronHotchner I hope this isn't what you guys do when I'm not on the field with everyone

-> (y/n) 🤷‍♀️

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(y/n) finally convinced him to read og fairytales and watch the movies afterward

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spencerreid1 ❤️

derekm Reid definitely seems like a rapunzel guy

-> (y/n) his favorite was actually belle

-> emilyprenty @/(y/n) shocker

jjareau Now you've just gotta show him Twilight

-> (y/n) that's next 🤭

princesspennyg This is so cute!!!!!

-> (y/n) until right after the movie he started telling me all the inaccuracies were in it compared to the story

-> paparossi Dont sound too surprised

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(y/n) i might've gotten a little carried away

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emilyprenty that should've been me

-> (y/n) come over.

-> derekm @/spencerreid1 you're just gonna let this happen??

-> spencerreid1 I've come to realize there's nothing I can do.

jjareau And to think we thought he'd never get any action

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(y/n) found this gem going through my pictures, it was too good not to post

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emilprenty JUMPSCARE WARNING

-> (y/n) ⚠️

-> paparossi After the 30 something years I've worked in the FBI, this is probably the scariest thing I've seen

-> spencerreid1 :(

spencerreid1 Why does Derek look like he's going to kick you down like one of his doors?

-> (y/n) HAHAHAHAHAHAH DID YOU JUST MAKE A JOKE SPENCER REID???

-> derekm at least i don't look like sixth grader at his graduation of middle school

-> (y/n) @/derekm yeah and you look like his bully that steals his lunch money

what other things do you guys wanna see? there's a bunch of stuff i can do similar to this just lmk!!!

[onlyangel4]

every breath you take. drew mcintyre.

drew mcintyre x wife!reader

synopsis: they say love is about the little things: the quiet glances across a room, the text messages saved just to reread, the way someone remembers your coffee order without asking. for drew love starts in the background, small, tender, and completely unexpected. when he crosses paths with a woman who grounds his chaotic, high-profile world, he falls fast and falls hard. through group chats, sweet dms, viral proposal videos, and a wedding countdown that has the internet swooning, their love story unfolds in real time. but beneath the glitz and the spotlight is something even stronger: a quiet, unwavering devotion that proves love doesn’t need to be loud to be life-changing.

faceclaim: maragaret qualley

angel's playlist

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y/ninsta: 5 years of stolen hoodies, forehead kisses, long drives, shared playlists, and the softest kind of love. i'd choose you again in every lifetime. ♡

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drewmcintyrewwe: can’t believe i get to love you every day. here’s to forever, mo gràdh. 🖤

y/ninsta: love you more than anything

user1: this makes me feel so old i remember when you guys first hard launched

user2: best couple in wrestling

user3: drew mcintyre propose challenge

user4: you guys make me believe in love

drewmcintyre posted a story tagging sheamuswwe. y/ninsta.

written: this time of year i always look back at my old texts and i just found this gem from the first day i met y/n.

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it was a quiet thursday evening, the kind where the city felt a little slower, and the streetlights flickered on before the sky went completely dark.

you thought you were just meeting drew for dinner. he told you to meet him nearby, but when you showed up, he was standing outside the tiny, tucked-away bookstore where you used to work.

your old bookstore.

you froze for a moment, unsure, but he just smiled.

"i got the owner to open it up for us", he said casually, like it was nothing. like he hadn’t spent weeks tracking them down, arranging this moment just for you.

inside, the lights were soft. the shelves still had that worn-in look, and somehow, it smelled exactly like you remembered coffee, paper, and safety.

there was music playing low from a speaker behind the counter. one of the playlists you had shared with him, years ago. you wandered through the aisles, fingers brushing along the familiar spines. then you saw it.

a table in the centre of the shop, surrounded by stacks of your favourite books. on top of it: a single open hardback, hollowed out in the centre.

inside was a ring box.

when you turned around, drew was already down on one knee. he looked up at you with that same quiet awe he’d worn since the beginning. "this is where i came to see you after our first date. right over there sorting books by author instead of title like a menace.", he laughed clinging onto the laughter to try and stop himself from crying, "i didn’t know then that five years later i’d still be looking at you like this. still memorizing every part of you. still falling."

"you’ve been my calm. my peace. my home, long before we ever said it out loud. and i don’t want another year of my life to go by without knowing you’re mine, officially, fully, always."

he opened the box. It was simple, beautiful, exactly your style. "will you marry me?"

you didn’t even remember saying yes, you just remembered how your hands shook when you reached for his face, the way he kissed you like he’d been holding his breath for five years.

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americannightmarecody replied to this story: brandi is crying

finnbalor replied to this story: fucking knew he was gonna propose

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drewmcintyrewwe: she’s always been my home. now she’s my future, too.

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y/ninsta: i've finally stopped crying and now you post this. do you hate me?

drewmcintyrewwe: quite the opposite

sheamuswwe: fucking finally

user5: i can't wait for drew to go all "i love my wife"

user6: my royal wedding

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written: wedding planning with this one and i think she has lost her mind

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written: 5 days until she is my wife

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written: 4 days until she is my wife

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written: 3 days until she is my wife

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written: 2 days until she is my wife

drewmcintyrewwe posted a story tagging y/ninsta

written: one day until she is my wife

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the wind rolled gently across the hills, carrying the scent of heather and the soft echo of bagpipes in the distance. the ceremony took place on a secluded estate nestled in the scottish highlands. stone walls wrapped in ivy, the open air wild and sacred around you. it wasn’t extravagant. it didn’t need to be.

everything about this day felt personal.

drew stood at the altar in full traditional highland dress, dark green tartan, a silver kilt pin, the crest of his family etched on his sporran. his hair was tied back neatly, but a few strands had already broken loose in the wind. his eyes never left the path she’d be walking down.

sheamus stood beside him, proud and already misty-eyed. he gave drew a subtle nudge when the music shifted.

and then you appeared.

your dress moved like water, soft and elegant against the grass. you walked with steady grace, bouquet in hand, but all drew could focus on was your face, eyes glassy, smiling like you’d known him in every life before this one.

you met him at the altar beneath a wooden arch wrapped in greenery and white flowers. the moment hung quiet between you, even as the world went on around you.

drew took your hands, rough thumbs brushing your knuckles like he was grounding himself. his voice was low, but steady:

"i knew i loved you the first time you handed me a book i didn’t ask for and told me, ‘you’ll thank me later.’ and i did. not just for the book, for everything. for the way you saw me when i felt invisible. for the way your laugh became my favourite sound. for the way your love never demanded that i be perfect, only that i be honest. you’ve been my peace in chaos, my softness when i’ve been hard on myself, my steady when life felt like freefall. i vow to protect your heart like it’s my own. to make you laugh when the world gets heavy. to never stop choosing you, even on the days when everything feels messy and loud. i loved you then. i love you now. and i’ll love you in every quiet moment we’ve yet to live."

his voice broke slightly on the last sentence, but he didn’t look away. not once.

you took a deep breath, your cheeks wet with tears. you took enough time to compose yourself before starting your vows

"before i met you, i thought love had to be loud. fireworks, chaos, sweeping gestures. but then you came along, calm and kind and sure. and suddenly, love looked like soft mornings, forehead kisses, and someone always making sure i got home safe. you loved me in a way i didn’t know i needed. without rush, without pressure. you gave me space to be exactly who i am, and somehow, you still chose me, every version of me. i vow to choose you the same way. not just on the beautiful days when everything feels easy. but on the hard days, the quiet days, the ordinary days. i promise to stand beside you when the world gets heavy, and to remind you of your strength when you forget it. i promise to keep laughing with you, dreaming with you, building a life with you that feels like home. i promise to love you in small ways, every day. in coffee cups and shared playlists, in the way i say your name when you’ve had a long day. you are the calm in my chest. my best friend. my greatest joy. and the safest place i’ve ever known. so today, in front of the people we love i’m promising you forever. and i mean it with everything i am."

when you kissed, after the officiant declared you husband and wife, it wasn’t some dramatic, dip-you-low movie kiss. it was slow, deep, full of years and knowing.

the guests cheered. sheamus clapped so hard he nearly knocked over a flower stand. a bagpiper started playing in the background as you walked down the aisle hand-in-hand, newly married, newly whole.

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written: the best day ever

drewmcintyre posted a story tagging y/ninsta

written: just as obsessed with you as i was on day one