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#i just wish I could exude these vibes all the time
nijaded · 2 years
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maddddstuff · 2 months
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Hi I love your work! Super excited for your follower milestone! Congratulations 🎉 🍾 🥂
Can I request a sweet story of Ace 💙 Stargazing with slight nsfw vibes w/ afab reader?
Stargazing
Thank you!! I've been wanting to write something like for a while im so glad you requested it <3 I hope you like it, and the other one you requested will be out sometime next week :))
Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x afab!reader
CW: Established relationship, suggestive, its mostly just fluff!
WC: ~700
100 Follower Event
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You’re woken up by a hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you. You blink your eyes open and see the hazy outline of your boyfriend crouched in front of you.
“Ace?” You ask, voice thick with sleep. You reach a hand up to rub your eyes.
“Hey,” He grins. “Wanna show you something.”
You slowly push yourself up to a seated position, sleep still weighing heavily on your bones. He takes your hand in his, fingers warm. You let him lead you out of your room, all the way up to the deck.
“What are we doing here?” You ask, arms wrapping around your body as the cool night breeze kisses your skin.
Instead of answering, Ace leads you to the bow deck. You go willingly, brows furrowed with confusion.
“Look up,” Ace whispers, moving to stand behind you and wrapping his arms tightly around your body.
You obey, and a soft gasp leaves your lips as you notice for the first time the stars filling the night sky.
You can feel Ace grin against the top of your head as you take in the sight. It’s a cloudless night, and the moon is only a sliver so it doesn’t distract from the stars.
“It’s beautiful,” You breathe, the sparkling silver lights mesmerizing you.
“You’re beautiful.”
“You’re so corny,” You roll your eyes, used to his antics by now.
He grabs your hand and guides you down to sit on the deck. He sits behind you, urging you to lean against him. Not for the first time, you’re thankful for your boyfriend’s flame powers. The heat his body exudes is enough to keep you safe from the chilly air.
You relax fully against him. One of his arms supports his weight, and the other wraps securely around you.
“I wish I knew the constellations,” You muse aloud.
“I know them,”
Your head turns in surprise, “You do?”
He nods and uses the arm around you to point at the sky.
“You know the Big Dipper, yeah?” You nod. “And there, just a little higher is the little one. And the bright star at the end is the North Star.”
You narrow your eyes suspiciously as you nod. You’re starting to wonder if he actually knows constellations, or if he only knows the obvious ones.
“And that right there,” His finger traces a path, long and narrow, of stars above the Little Dipper, “Is Draco, which means dragon. And if you go over to the right from the Little Dipper, you can see the Lynx.” Again, he traces out the constellation for you. “And if we go down, that’s Leo. And a little to the right of that is Cancer. The best star sign.” He winks at you.
You’re too shocked to reply. “How do you know this?”
“My little brother really liked stars. He’d talk about them non-stop, so I guess I kinda internalized some of that information. Why, you impressed?”
You nod. You turn your gaze from the sky to find Ace already looking at you, expression soft. He kisses your forehead softly, dropping his arm from where he was pointing to wrap back around you.
“You’ve been holding out on me,” You murmur playfully, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
“Hypothetically, how impressed are you? You wanna reward me for teaching you something new, pretty girl? Maybe I could teach you something new in the bedroom, too.” He pumps his eyebrows suggestively.
You let out a huff as you smack his bare chest, though the thought does appeal to you.
He grins in return, unfazed by your assault. The night sky illuminates his features, casting a lovely silver glow over his raven locks and tan skin. His freckles stand out, painting their own constellation over his skin.
You lean in and kiss him, unable to resist his full lips. He kisses you back immediately, arm tightening around you to hold you against him.
“I’m glad you woke me up for this,” You say, pulling back just enough to catch your breath.
He smiles, nudging his nose against yours. “I knew you’d love it.”
“I love you,” You reply, nose wrinkling playfully as he bumps it.
His cheeks flush a pretty pink as his smile widens, “I love you too.”
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vixeneptune · 10 months
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'GODDESS QUEEN' POWERFUL AFFIRMATIONS
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When I'm around, everyone can feel that they're in the presence of a goddess.
I don't just look pretty, i look like an otherworldly goddess
My energy is so powerful and magnetic, it commands the room
Everyone calls me queen/goddess, it's like my nickname
I'm used to being treated like royalty, nothing new
Being sexy, powerful and gorgeous all at the same time is my talent
I have the kind of energy u only have to feel once to remember forever
Everyone rushes to please me and give me everything I want bc I'm such a queen.
Everyone can't help but admire me and put me on a pedestal
I naturally exude powerful goddess energy
My beauty is that of a goddess, I'm blessed by aphrodite
People only exist if I want them to, this is my world and everyone else is just living in it
I'm an actual goddess, I walk this earth enchanted. Everyone can't help but fall for my charms
I'm undeniably a powerful goddess with magical powers, I can manifest whatever I want so easily
People look at me and go "damn is she a goddess? She's out of this world fr"
I'm enriched in powerful feminine allure and magnetism
My sp could kiss the ground I walk in, he'd spend thousands and thousands just to see me happy.
I give off main character energy and goddess vibes ✨
My beauty is divine, magical, mystical, ethereal, I look unreal bc of how beautiful I am. I'm such a dream
My aura is always GLOWING and I naturally get attention, I'm the light that enters the room
I attract people naturally, everyone thinks it's a privilege to be in my presence
I am tremendously abundant and gorgeous, as I should be
Everything I touch turns into gold
I'm the prize. My self concept is amazing
I got that goddess energy that everyone would kill to have
Im so attractive and magnetic, my desires chase me
I literally don't care what anyone thinks of me bc I'm fully aware of my potential and power
My presence is so powerful it fills the entire room
People wonder what it is about me that gets them so addicted
My natural energy is charismatic and alluring
I wakeup everyday as a goddess knowing that the universe and everyone in it is happy to please me and follow my wishes
Of course a goddess like me is living her dream life and has everything she wants, I don't even have desires bc I have it all already
My aura is naturally healing and inspiring. I bring blessings wherever I go.
Life treats me so well. I'm highly favored and taken care of
I'm literally flawless, how am I so perfect?
People can FEEL my power and confidence, no one dares to disrespect me or mess with me.
My goddess energy is so high, people feel like they're dreaming in my presence.
Listen to this subliminal bundle while reading the affirmations for maximum results ✨✨
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itsgrimeytime · 8 months
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Magnolia in May (Part Eight) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU
Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...
Taglist: @loliakeoghan23 @belaballs @curlycarley
AVAILABLE ON AO3
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Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift
Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.
TWS: secrets, hidden information, and miscommunication.
[[ A/N: hey girlies <333. Time for some confrontation !!! This gif exudes gentleman Rick with like CONFLICT. The epitome of the current vibes of this series. This is gonna be a long one, babes, stay in it for the long haul. Thanks for reading :))) ]]
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You couldn't breathe, holding the ivory paper to your chest -like the words wouldn't be there anymore. It felt like your heart was bleeding out onto the page, his matter of speak so open that you found something deep within you wishing to share that vulnerability. Despite all the pain, you wished to be somewhat closer to him.
'I ask, from the depths of my heart, don't leave Alexandria.'
Words swirling around your head, you wondered distantly if you could even make any sense out of it all. Certainly not now, with the sort of touched sorrow that twisted into your stomach -guilty and ever-so-slightly hopeful.
You'd never been so confused in your own feelings, it was so easy to villainize Lori before you knew her. And now that you had, it was hard to detach the empathy, the guilt-
It was so exhausting, and you truly wished to sleep it all away. Think later, digest later, but something had been unfinished -pushed to the side.
The invitations.
Without so much as an extra moment, you held the letter to your chest and rushed down the stairs -despite everything, you were desperate for whatever you could get from him. Initially, you'd started by the door -figuring they were maybe placed with some of the mail, but after scouring that stack, you ended up empty-handed.
They were smarter than that, you noted to yourself -turning off toward Father's desk.
His desk wasn't organized, papers and files everywhere -it was a miracle he knew where everything even was. Your fingers brushed over the tops of some stacks, waiting for the rather thick texture, or at the very least the pure ivory tone. Even as you organized stacks and siphoned through drawers, you were still left disappointed.
"God," you sighed, looking in a few telling places -bookshelves, under pillows, and even in the fireplace embers.
Someplace, somehow, you'd ended right back at the entry -cleaning the dust off a shelf with some of Father's trinkets from his travels, and your eyes caught on a stack. Hidden behind one of the statues (crafted out of some sort of heavy stone) were a number of envelopes that had yet to be mailed.
Your first instinct was that these were the ones Beth had meant to send off, and maybe, that's why you'd gathered them of your own accord. Your letters, though, if how they were delivered to you was any indication, were not in envelopes -only folded. You supposed that since they hadn't gone through the official post, there was no need.
It had to be about 5 envelopes there, just based on the feel, as you placed them down on the table -shuffling through the paper for any sort of reason for them to be stashed. Your eyes caught on the handwriting -Headmistress's, all curly letters and eloquent print, it read: Mrs. Ettington.
That name had rung a bell, a sort of old friend that she'd only been reconnecting with the past few weeks. She'd said they'd gone to school together long ago, and she was delighted to catch up. It was rather pointed, her mentioning of it to you -all details and sure you remembered the name. At the time, you'd brushed it off as her wishing to cheer you up, but now-
Your fingers were quick to break the envelope seal.
It was dated the day of the dinner, in swirled lettering across the top right -not proper for postage. It was clear this envelope was just for show.
With two fingers, you fished out the thick paper -carefully pulling the texture out onto the table. To your surprise, it was two. Handwritten notes from the mere few hours before the dinner, and you knew that handwriting by now.
'Dr. Greene and Family,' it read, in far more formal writing than what your note had been consistent of, '-It is with great sorrow that I must cancel our planned dinner scheduled for later this evening. I'm sure you're well aware of my current situation from the papers, I've even heard some of my staff gossiping, so the concept is not far-fetched. And my hope of this matter being dealt with quickly has come with its fair share of hiccups, so at this current point in time, rescheduling will be put on pause. I apologize for any inconvenience and will take it upon myself to explain this matter to Ms. Greene. If you shall wish to let me, I would request she comes to my estate on the 'morrow so as to get rid of any misunderstandings. Awaiting your response, Richard Grimes.'
"'-will take it upon myself to explain this matter to Ms. Greene,'" you read out to yourself, tone rather solid and dull. That had not happened, had the Headmistress stopped it? Or had she not noticed the note until after your return?
It wouldn't have been something to bring up then -shed tears and shivering from the rain, you were sure the thought hadn't even crossed her mind.
With a quick motion, you'd picked up the second note in the pile -the formal invitation. It resembled the same as the ball's, all perfectly cut edges and balanced, elegant printing -but not as embellished.
The words were brief but said much of the same as his letter -at least pertaining to you. It was, as Mr. Dixon had explained, a summoning. A rather direct one with an explicit purpose.
Your heart had nearly cracked out of your chest, and yet your hands reached for the next envelope -detailed a mere few days later. You were going to read them all, no matter if it hurt. You'd already been hurt, all you had wanted to do was know.
'Dr. Greene,' a more direct address, seeming to note the lack of success for the last one -still formal but not as distant as the last, '-I think you know what I'm contacting you for, either from the previous letter or mayhaps from your own daughter returning late last evening. Is she well? I tried to get her a carriage but she refused and the rain hasn't even let up well into the next day. If you would be so kind as to let me know if she's ill, it would soothe me greatly. And do not hesitate to ask for any sort of monetary assistance if the care is needed, I understand she's in great hands, your own, but I wish to offer my services in case of necessity. Any other matter is of less importance than her health, so despite the complicated situation -I am at your beck and call. Anxiously awaiting your response, Richard Grimes.'
It was difficult to swallow, reading through the note -you'd supposed this one had went into his hands, however. Remembering that your Father had his hands on a medicine rather quickly, one he'd had a hard time keeping stock of in the clinic. Had Mr. Grimes sent it?
The other note was a response, thin writing was easily your father's -you recognized along the paperwork scattered everywhere in the house. You could hardly read it, though, written so hastily, only a few words sticking out but you'd gathered it was, in fact, about the shortage.
Even further supported by Mr. Grimes's response detailed at the bottom, 'I will set out as soon as possible for Atlanta for such medicine. There is nothing to repay, I would do anything for her, you must know that by now.'
It was rather rushed, words all crooked and ink bleeding -you'd imagined he'd left as soon as the quill was lifted. For you.
You felt tears burn behind your eyes, sinking into the chair you had been roaming towards -imagining the hesitance of himself at the door. Father accepting the medicine, and the pull of concern he would have had. But he couldn't come inside -you imagined it might've broken his heart to leave. No, it had to.
You'd taken the next one in your hands, it was the next day after the last and upon looking at it, seemed written faster, quicker. Like it was merely his thoughts as he scribbled them out.
'Dr. Greene,' it read -still composed but something about the letters blurred together more, '-I must make it clear that every and any intention I have with Ms. Greene is honorable. I can only imagine the turmoil she may be going through at this very moment, and it truly crushes me that it is my fault. I intended to explain it myself, but she seems to have garnered a meaning herself without my input. If you have any respect for me, I would ask sincerely that you let me explain myself. She is far more important to me than I think anyone has realized, and while I understand your hesitance, the situation does not look favorable. I fear if I cannot explain it now then, she may never know. And I truly don't wish for it to end this way, or for it to end at all. Richard Grimes.'
He didn't wish for it to end, thrummed against your skull, as you pulled out another formal invitation, same details different date. The print had no tells.
You couldn't think on it too long, or you'd never get through them. And you were determined to do so. This time three pieces tumbled out of envelope, two of which were rather familiar.
'Dr. Greene,' the fourth one started, words closer -rushed, and the ink bled, '-I'm not sure if you're even reading these at this point. But I'm at a rather, regretfully, desperate moment. I considered delivering this one myself just so I could be sure you'd at least read it. I'm not sure I could quite handle it if you refused to let me speak to her, however, so I am to send this by courier again. All I've found I can do is hope you believe me in my urgency, and at this current time, I'm not sure you even respect me enough to do so. But I cannot help but try. I will not stop trying. I can't. Please, just let me explain myself. Allow her to choose if she believes my intentions, or if she wants to accept to meeting me. I will respect that decision if it comes to pass, but truly dread if it ever comes. Respectfully, Richard Grimes.'
You recognized the invitation, all formal in it's presentation with the date changed. But it did not come alone. There was a second note to be brandished to a different face -you wondered if it had ever gotten there.
'Ms. Maggie Greene,' it detailed, '-I know it's rather unusual, writing through a sister to get to someone. And I considered addressing this directly to the eldest Ms. Greene, but I'm sure you understand my hesitancy. I'm not sure anything I send her will be seen by her own eyes, by choice, or by the ignorance of not knowing it ever existed. All I ask is simply for you to tell her I wish to speak to her. In any capacity. Or that I'm reaching out at all, I fear that she doesn't know I'm fighting for it. That my plans are set in stone, and that her assumptions, or perhaps the world's, are without a doubt the truth. You know my intentions, you always have, ever since that day near the seamstress shop. And I ask that you honor that and tell your sister I am still fighting, that I have not run away. Please. Sincerely, Richard Grimes.'
You'd reread it, over and over again like it would change a single thing. Like the words would be any different. 'I am still fighting... I have not run away-' bouncing around your skull like the words could change, like they could mean anything but what they meant-
You'd never thought about the idea that maybe he wouldn't decide to reconcile his marriage. That he'd choose you. It didn't seem possible, even now, you still hesitated to believe such a thing.
But it was here, maybe not said directly, but it was there. Underneath each written word, everything he said framed it to be seen. Maybe he hadn't meant to, but the delicate care you felt in each word -it was unmistakable. With every swirl of concern, urgency, anything, you could tell that he'd found himself caring for you. Even just a little.
It hardly felt little but you didn't wish to be too hopeful.
The last envelope felt as if it had its own set of eyes, staring you down -rooting you to your spot. Smoothed into a chair, hair surely a mess and cheeks an aggravated red from the wiping of tears, you felt quite inadequate to win the stare. And a part of you truly wondered if you'd already gone too far.
Perhaps this last letter was a recanting, and detailed that despite all of these, he had given up and wished to pursue life as a married man. For his children, for the betterment of his estate, whatever reason he chose was the most accurate. There was quite a list in favor of it, you'd done it yourself. Tried to rationalize your heartbreak, like maybe it would change how you feel. Make it seem more impossible, so your mind would be tricked into understanding that it was never yours to have.
Your hands moved before you could stop them, as you opened the final envelope -it was thinner than the others. Just a single slip of paper hidden there, not an invitation, you'd guessed. As you pulled it between your fingers, your eyes squeezed shut, instinctually, almost as if you'd said a quick prayer rather than gathered yourself for what it said.
Deep breath in and a slow breath out, you patted at your cheeks with a bit of cloth and began.
'Ms. Greene,' it started, words wonderfully composed and written but still somehow vulnerable, '-I'm not sure you shall ever receive this note. Or any at all. Not because I didn't wish it, but merely because I doubt you'll ever be made aware of its existence. I've been going back to Mr. Elliotts, asking him how you are. He says he hasn't seen you in days. I haven't seen you in days either. My head is a mess as it is, but I find something clears it all when I think about you. I've never been more certain about you. I suppose I'm just afraid I don't know if you are as certain as you once were. I want you to be. I need you to be. I can't properly voice this here, it's much larger than I'm able to quite capture in the written word. Or maybe any words at all. Ms. Greene, I wish to speak to you. It's all I want. I just want a word, and if you slam the door, I will respect it. But even with an idea that they're might be a bad outcome, I have to try. I would hate myself if I didn't try. Please. Yours, Richard Grimes.'
Please, was the word that stuck that time, please.
As you neatly stacked the bits of paper -mindlessly, you found it was all that had played on repeat. All that you could see was desperation, flitted through the stroke of the quill, the bleeding if the ink. It felt as though his heart was there, in that note -extended on an opened palm.
Like it was a simple offering, one you could refuse. Or one you could take, one you could listen to and care for.
It was there under all the notes under all the words, under every dip of ink Richard Grimes had offered his heart up -vulnerable and open and desperate.
And you hadn't known.
You thought back to your final words with the man, before you disappeared off into the rain, heartbroken and unfixable -'you're not mine'.
Stretched across your lips, holding back a sob, it was true. From what you understood then, it was true. You hadn't asked him, sure, but it seemed like the obvious choice. That you were not the one he was fighting for.
But if felt here, in these tiny little letters that you hadn't seen, that he was trying to show you: 'I am yours, all yours.'
Like there was never a doubt to him, and he only sought to prove it. To show you, because you hadn't listened-
But you were late, not of your own accord but you were still far too late. And a part of you wondered if maybe it was too late. Or if there were more, or if he was still trying, still fighting-
You could only hope so.
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boba-beom · 3 months
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Hello 👋
Not sure if I can ask this but do you have any moots that remind you of each txt member?
EEE okay I may do multiple moots per member :> I will try and decide with moots I talk to since I can sense their vibes a lil more ! based off of assumptions and impressions!!! ty anonie for the ask, it was a bit tricky but I do love my moots, whether we interact all the time or not, I've at least seen a bit of how they are but these are the ones that stand out to me as of recent :>
YEONJUN:
— @nightlyawnzz : lia gives me yeonjun vibes in terms of the playful side of him. I can sense that when I interact with lia and despite us not interacting all the time, I think it can be fun talking to her! I think she can be cute too and in a way it reminds me of, again, yeonjun's playful side.
more under the cut!
— @junniieesbby : ANGIE! in this case, angie's fashion sense screams yeonjun to me. she's so hot (respectfully) and gives that stronger / intense(?) side of yeonjun, but not in an intimidating way. the petnames and words of affection screams yeonjun to me, idk if it's bc he's her bias but regardless, I think she does exude similar energy to him overall.
SOOBIN:
— @taegimood : this is from recent interactions, but I view mj as soobin bc I feel like they're living their best life. like they can do whatever and still be on top of things (this is also based off of impression and assumptions). I feel like mj has that maturity to them when talking to their moots and I think it's intriguing :>
— @lovejoshua : ilem is such a sweetheart, and so is soobin. like she is so loveable and gets along with everyone ik! she can be calm and collected but also chaotic when the time calls for it hehe a thing about ilem is that she's just so lovely to talk to, I could talk to her about anything! she too seems to be doing her own thing too, and I love that for her !
— @flwrseon : saph is gentle, like a flower. and from talking to saph every now and again, I feel like she can be quite shy at first but she really is lovely to talk to. esp when you talk to her about her interests?! then you'll pique her interest and I love seeing her talk about things she's into, even if I may not know much about it ^^ I think that's such a soobin characteristic!
BEOMGYU:
— @seolis-world : seoli emits chaotic energy in the best way imo. whenever I see seoli on my dash or in my notifs I sense the chaos and the energy she brings is always so bright and fun! I also feel like we don't necessarily talk a lot but it's always fun when we do! and that's something I feel is what's similar to beomgyu and me
— @naomiarai : despite our first interaction being chaotic, I do feel like she can also be fun to talk to. not just that but her works are unhinged in the best way possible, it makes me go feral sometimes 😵‍💫 and that's where the chaotic energy like beomgyu's comes from lmao
TAEHYUN:
— @agustdiv1ne : I've said this time and time again, but ashlee is so articulate with her words, in her works or talking in general and I associate her with taehyun for that. I also sense that realism and maturity with ashlee which I admire :>
— @koqabear : sol is another person who I look up to on this platform. another who is so eloquent with their words and super lovely to talk to. I'm trying not to fangirl as much but they remind me of taehyun because they seem so knowledgable. and that intimidates me sometimes but I find it interesting too!
HUENINGKAI:
— @mapofthemazeinthemirror : I get gentle energy from cee. it's giving me how hyuka can be gentle with others. but cee can also project that hyper energy too!! it's a fun dynamic and I want to get to know her more too :>
— @honajoong : with lex I feel like I get that mischievous hyuka side from her hehe the playfulness and the way she talks is fun in itself. she can be funny and I love her reactions to things. I think the inside jokes are fun OH AND SHE SEEMS LIKE THE MOST HUGGABLE PERSON EVER. I wish to meet lex one day actually ^^
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take-aim · 1 month
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My arms belong around you
An ATGB Act 4 tribute piece 😩✊🏼
Been aching to make this illust since my braving times of reading the agonizing yet highly satisfying chapters of ATGB that was the 4th arc --specifically the Labyrinth chapters. This piece was, of course, influenced by a Sleep Token song hahah. Its called "The Offering"- which I discovered the same time I started reading the Act 4 chapters. Soooo of course it became my companion song throughout the feels 😩. That one song I had on loop because what were the odds that it kind of complimented the dreaded-ness/ action-packed/ psychological horror vibes of the chapters but also exuded the yearnings of the focused characters in that arc. The willingness to offer oneself just to get what they want. If there's ONE SONG I could imagine, or suggest, as the opening theme for "season 4", it would be The Offering. Lol.
Anyway
The aforementioned lyric (caption) initially made me recall how Brick desperately held Blossom in Act 3 (if you know it.. yeah you know it 🥲). Then in the subsequent Labyrinth chapters, Blossom was one of the lingering driving forces amidst the haunting confusion where Brick was trapped in. A faint light but consistent, preserving. Behind fears, behind guilt, behind all the.. bothersome things that tried to break him, she was there and Brick looked forward to seeing her. When he whispered "...More than anything", I thought it was the first time he sounded so sure. It spoke volumes of how much he repressed a lot of things, and in that single line-- he let go.
Now I just wanted to see that on paper: that uninhibited embrace he and Blossom longed for.
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Further notes: i pondered some time ago that my fondness for Sleep Token songs (TMBTE album to be precised) always seemed to follow a pattern in my brain: they first start as a "ATGB Brick song", then "ATGB Reds" then finally "Faceless Warrior song" (which made me theorize that Brick reflects the Warrior OC or the other way around -- unless of course @carriedreamerx officially debunks this theory lol). See, this particular band has some sort of a lore but I don't follow that and just take the lyrics as they are. I take to heart the themes of "devotion" though, how it makes and breaks a person, so the songs mostly end up being dedicated to that Warrior dude. Because he is.. idk, passionate. Hahaha. "The Offering" is also one of those songs but ha ha. can't bruh. Brick is as passionate too. My mind has strongly associated this song with him and Act 4 as a whole so no, I ain't gonna give it up XD
More unwanted notes: I have two other versions of this illustration but I couldn't choose from them. I asked my friends for their pick and I went for the one where they commented "this seems more intimate" :') sooo ta da!
Lastly: If anyone reads this and wishes to listen to the song, here it is. I suggest using headphones or bass earphones or whatever to savor the glorious drums :D
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I’m sorry but I’m just a really huge Yves stan. Like listen, Yves would freak me out so bad that I would probably be sweating profusely every time he is within a 6 feet radius, but like as someone who went through parentification and was essentially a glass child with unmet needs when I was younger , the motherly vibes that Yves exudes,,, I’m sorry but I would be hooked, addicted even. Hell I might become the yandere too who knows LMAO.
Like Monty would be cool because I wouldn’t be as intimidated by him, well aside from his sheer size but he’s just a bit sleezy to me I dunno but Yves has this sort of lithe, vampiric, serpent like essence to him that would make me nervous but excited. Hell having someone pour into me in THAT fashion would have me excited.
Also and like correct me if I’m wrong (this is my interpretation) but I feel like Monty is the type of guy that would’ve folded for any person that gave him attention during that time. Like reader was just caught up at the right (wrong) time and now has him following them everywhere, when this literally could’ve been someone else (I think this was already addressed in the story, either this one or the first Monty story I can’t remember) but like YVES, I feel like he has a specific reason why he chose the reader, we would never know but there’s probably something really unique about his darling that makes him so enamored, maybe it a combination of things, who knows. But I feel like his love is more unique and special, to me.
I dunno man I just want someone to check up on me like Yves, I’m down bad.
tw: implication of suicide
YES I BE FUKIN DOWN BAD 4 YVES TOO CAUS HE IS SO MOTHERLY
okay so like the reason why Yves is so into you has been a hot topic on this account, originally i planned to be like some sort of reincarnation shit but that wouldn't hold much water and it would be a little too creepy to imply that he was watching even before ur birth, kinda like preordering a partner and that's already grooming
so i left it vague and up for interpretation and just said he's the allegory of a perfect parent (one link within the link) like i promise i do not condone grooming n incest shit but like, something about having someone knows you deeply and wholly like a fucking parent is really hot, not hot in the "i want to fuck my mom and dad" kinda way, but more like "OH GOD PLEASE I FUCKING WISH YVES IS REAL I WANT TO BE TAKEN CARE OF SO BAD AND I WANT SOMEONE TO SEE IM SUFFERING AND TAKWE IT AWAY FROM MEEEEE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE PLEAASSSEEEEEEE"
these themes literally show up in almost all my works esp Yandere older brother, Yandere best friend and heavily in my Language Barrier series
Whereas for monty, that was my attempt of like trying something new, stuff that I' don't necessarily fancy but it's a nice change of pace, the exact opposite of Yves; the stereotype of the man of the house: dirty, manchild (cant cook), fixes shit his own, doesn't even own a house to handle its affairs, uses dishsoap to wash himself, sex fiend, financially irresponsible, inattentive but trying his best beer is my best friend
Whereas Yves is a stereotype of the woman, cooks, clean, has a 20 step skincare routine, takes care of his looks, hygiene, dress up well, proper etiquette, makeup, handles the finance, saving himself after marriage, more research than the FBI, loves fashion, fitness, live laugh love
and like i get it im not surprised , there will be those who prefer monty over Yves and Yves over monty. just like there's this anon who said something along the lines of Monty are for those who want to fix him, while Yves is for those who wants to BE fixed.
i did have a lot of anons disliking both sides of the yin n yang which was expected n shit
and yes ur right, Monty would have fallen for anyone who saved him not necessarily you, you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time- but his saving grace is that once he latched on , he's never letting go there is no one that could replace you. Mans is going to off himself if you're gone
in conclusion, im also downbad for yves
sauryy montyy
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WAAA MERA I LOVE MONOPS'S REFLECTION SO MUCHHHH
im obsessed with the way you portrayed jade in the story. like its not everyday that i get to see him written in a way that totally doesnt hide his insanity at all. reading monops's reflection was just so <33 aaa tysm for writing smth so amazing!!!
you mentioned before that monops!jade is very "rotten girl grotesque romance", and i totally agree, but i was actually reminded of another old yandere vocaloid song when i read the fic! idk if you know it, but its called "pure love restraint". its a really good song hehe, you should totally check it out if you dont already know it!
oh also speaking of songs, i recently started listening to loveit? by biz since you mentioned it a while ago, and i love the song so much >< do you happen to have any other song recommendations because clearly you have great taste in music~
also as a final note, i cant wait for tmdg hehe 👉👈
-kanata <3
AAAAA THANK YOU!!!!! >w< I'm so happy you enjoyed Monops's Reflection!!!! Jade is so wildly deranged in that fic. He truly is the embodiment of the harsh, brutal depths he hails from. ;;;; seeing Reader in the storage closet with Floyd pushed him over the edge he'd been teetering on for so long now. T^T he's far surpassed the point of no return. I had so much fun finishing this fic and portraying Jade in such a terrifying manner. And poor Reader had no idea what hid behind that seemingly pleasant smile of his until it was too late...
There are so many layers to Monops!Jade. How he gets so disgusted at the sight and thought of you with anyone else. How it's not really sexual gratification he's after; he's just chasing some thrill he's yet to figure out in its entirety, which is why he doesn't touch you at all during the non-con scene. Because it's not your pleasure he cares about; he could care less whether you feel good or not. How his sanity is so thin and threadbare that it's hardly there at all. How he fails to recognize that, despite the similarities he shares with Floyd, he's still his own person, still different, but not different enough for you to look his way, apparently. And then there's the meaning of Monops, which is a "one-eyed creature." >:D aaaaa he's truly the worst.
OOOOO "true love restraint"!!!!!!! I love that song!!! That song definitely has the vibes that Monops!Jade exudes!! And I'm happy you enjoyed listening to "loveit." :D it's a very good song, but then all of biz's songs are amazing!!!
>:) I always have song recommendations to share!! I'll list a few of my favorite (lesser known) Vocaloid songs with dark undertones/stories below, but if there's any specific genre you'd like recs for please let me know!!!
✧ insanity blue (all of kashii moimi's songs are fantastic!!! i recommend them, but this one is my all-time favorite hehe)
✧ wolfism (there's also a jade utau cover of this song. <3 both are very good.)
✧ go to daitokai (the lyrics for this one are very nsfw, but this song is very catchy.)
✧ biohazard (the original is very good, but i love the sonika cover so much!!)
✧ distortion love (this piko cover is everything. <3)
✧ ◇◇ (i love this song and the songs that are similar to [redacted]'s style. i'm not sure if you know of these style of utau songs (the "no title" songs), but in 2020 they became especially popular and a lot of people online began to call it a secret cult of sorts, where you couldn't search these videos normally because they didn't have a title to search for, so instead the videos would find you.)
✧ lamprey hole (i love this song forever!!!!!)
✧ meiro (it's so so good!!!)
✧ no title (this song is a banger!!!!!!!!! it got me through quarantine as did all the other no title songs and tributes. :D)
I will stop here or else the list will go on endlessly, but if you ever wish to hear new music I will be happy to share some recommendations!!! Also, thank you for looking forward to tmdg!!!!! <3 it grows closer to completion with every passing day!!!!
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can i get 9 with baekhyun please? thanks so much!!!
Hello, lovely Anon! Since the vibe wasn’t specified, I decided to try something melancholic for this one! Thank you for your request! I had fun writing this one!! I hope you enjoy! 😁
Word count: 2.4K
Warnings: TW: mentions of a toxic relationship, dangerous love.
Baekhyun X Reader
Neighbors AU
Melancholic Angst
9. “I’m not wasting my time on this.”
It felt weird to be single again. Your last relationship ended a few months ago and the odd solidarity was difficult to get used to, but it was so nice to get away from the piece of shit that was your last partner. It was never mutual, at best you were a glorified servant to that person and over time your resentment built for them until one day you just snapped. And it was ugly.
The tears, the screaming, the pushing them out of your home, throwing their belongings at them and slamming the door in their face. The entire neighborhood heard your break up and it was fucking bliss. Finally you were free of the shackles you had for years. But now, months later, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Sure, you had work, but for so long you weren’t allowed hobbies or interests, and it was scary to get back into the dating scene. You ran the risk of meeting someone similar and you would much rather be single than go through that again.
After the anger subsided came longing. The desire to have someone love you and hold you the way you had always craved. This was always how your cycle of reminiscing started; pain, anger, longing, memories, and the craving of things returning to the way they were in your childhood. The sweet memories of running through the school halls with your friends, gossiping and talking about the hottest students, the way you were so certain you’d marry one of them and the awkward flirting that came with that certainty. Everything was so simple back then. You wished you had enjoyed more of that time.
Your days were mondain as they passed and eventually the stuffling apartment was too much to handle and you agreed to an evening out with your best friends. You listened to the music you weren’t previously allowed to, yelling the lyrics at the top of your lungs into the shampoo bottle as you got ready, your own private rebellion and it felt liberating. This night was about you taking back everything. This night was entirely about you, and you would not let anything get in your way. You wore the clothes you weren’t allowed to wear, ecstatic that the dusty pink cocktail dress still fit. The weight you’d gained over the years filled out the fabric in such a flattering way you were surprised. It looked good, which meant you were going all out. Makeup, heels, even your most expensive purse. All things you hadn’t used in years, and you felt like a celebrity. The confidence that exuded off you was like nothing you’ve ever felt.
You listened to the click of your heels, smiling in satisfaction as you pushed the button to the elevator and waited. The buzz in your hands read a small message from your friends, they were on their way to the club and would meet you shortly. It felt so nice to finally be leaving your house. Not only that, but looking like the goddess you knew you were.
You heard steps behind you and the quiet click of a door opening. With curiosity you turn to see your neighbor standing just outside his apartment, openly gawking at you with a large garbage bag in hand. Baekhyun had been your neighbor since you moved into that home. Long before you got into a relationship, and your friendship with the man was an odd one. He was often busy and didn’t leave his home outside of work. Yet on the holiday’s you’d been left alone he’d come celebrate with you. He’d smell your cooking and ask if you could trade ingredients. He’d spend hours at your house just talking and watching shows with you. At first you thought he liked you, even asked him about it one Christmas Eve.
“I think we’re both lonely,” was his response, “Lonely people have to stick together, right?”
You guessed that was that. Over time he became one of your closest neighbors, but he was out of town during your breakup. He must’ve just returned. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. You knew you looked hot, but having that extra confirmation burned into your chest, already feeling drunk off the power you felt, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” The elevator dinged with life and the doors parted for you, shuffled footsteps stepped in with you.
“Damn, girl. He’s finally taking you out?” He was still admiring you and you refused to look, keeping your eyes forward as you fiddled with your purse. The bag smelled awful, how long had he waited to throw that away? You hoped it hadn’t been sitting in his apartment for the six months he’d been away.
You knew this topic would come up with Baekhyun at some point, so you normalized talking about it. Telling yourself in the mirror and as you did your laundry, reciting the words between emails at work and the words flowed naturally, “We broke up three months ago.” Still your throat tightened and you inhaled a breath. Your makeup was expensive and took two hours to get perfectly. There was no way you were going to cry over your years of lost time so you needed to move on quickly, “My girls are taking me out tonight so I’m gonna enjoy myself.” The silence was uncomfortable. You suddenly wished you had taken the stairs. Why was he so quiet? Sneaking a glance, you saw his face serious, eyes glued to you but he didn’t seem present. “Baek?” He blinked and cleared his throat, gently scratching at his temple.
“Sorry,” another soft cough, “That’s great. Guy was a piece of shit anyway. You look amazing.” He tried to hide it but you could hear the stiffness in his voice. You didn’t want to think about it, tonight was your night and you didn’t want to get caught up worrying about Baekhyun and the nasty trash bag he had been so inconsiderate enough to bring into that enclosed space with you. Not tonight. The doors opened into the quiet lobby and you stepped out, desperately needing the fresh air.
“Thanks!” You flashed him a smile, “I’ll see you later, then! Have a good night.” Something about the look on his face and the stiffness in his voice lingered in your mind as you made it outside of the complex, hailing a taxi and setting into the empty backseat all on auto drive. Why did he act like that? You told the driver where to go. He didn’t like you like that, right? Then why? ‘Lonely people have to stick together, right?’ Maybe he thought you were looking for another partner? Thoughts took up the entire ride, only when you heard the older man calling for you did you return to reality. Tonight was your night. Nothing would get in your way. All you needed were a few drinks to loosen up and maybe if you were lucky you could find a lover for the night. You had needs, after all.
Luckily your friends helped you skip the line and enter quickly, a table filled with drinks and snacks for the small group to thrive for hours. Erratic lights danced over the entire club and you could feel the buzz of music and voices against every bone in your body. How many drinks did you have? You’d lost count by the end of the night. It was well past midnight and your friends decided enough was enough. You all went your separate ways and the ride in the Uber was comfortable but the constant shaking made you slightly nauseous. How much further was it? Your head felt heavy on your neck. It was suddenly hard to hold it up and your back caved under the weight, flopping you to the side of the back seat. It was so comfortable you could almost fall asleep.
Fall asleep? In a stranger's car? You knew better than that and your determination to survive the night pulled your back. Your mother would praise you for being such a smart child in this situation and that brought a smile to your face. Someone called your name. “Mom?” With a glance to the side and you see your neighbor. He opened the Uber’s door, helping you out of the car. Even in sweatpants and a t-shirt he was handsome. White and black hair ducked into the car to get your bag. How sweet, he knew how expensive it was. How could you forget such an important thing?
Suddenly his brown eyes touched yours and he was coming closer, you groaned at the icy hands that held your shoulders. Your toes felt hot and stung as he led you back a few steps before pushing you down into a nearby bench. He dropped to his knees and started undoing the straps of your heels, your foot was bleeding on the side. It must’ve been a blister. It had been so long since you wore heels that you just assumed pain like that was normal. It hurt and it made you slightly sober up.
Brown eyes returned to yours after he removed your shoes. Baekhyun looked tired, his eyes slightly sunken in, and he was skinnier than before he left. His cheeks were less full and it made you kind of sad to see, you couldn’t help reaching out to touch his soft skin. You stayed like that for a moment before his fingers wrapped around your wrist and gently lowered it. “Can you walk? We have to get that cleaned up.” He looked around and said, "I don't want to leave you alone out here.” He cared about you. That fact wrapped itself around your heart and your eyes stung, your vision got blurry and you cried. For the first time in months you cried. Maybe you had too much to drink, usually you’d be mortified to shed a tear even in front of your friends.
Suddenly against something warm and solid and lifted up, you were on his back and Baekhyun brought you to his apartment. His warmth, his comfort, he smelled so good. You almost complained when he left you on his couch and disappeared somewhere into the apartment. His house was simply designed, lined with beautiful nudes and wood, and the couch felt soft under your touch. The colorful pillows made you happy to see them. You’d only been here a handful of times but it was always cozy to you. Your foot was aching distantly and you tried to ignore it. Maybe you’d been hurting longer than you realized.
Baekhyun came back with a small first aid kit and tossed a throw blanket in your lap before kneeling in front of you once more. “I was worried. You were out for so long.” His touch was so gentle as he cleaned your wound, so soft against your ankle, and the small pout on his lips as he focused. The way his eyes narrowed in as if he couldn’t afford to make a single mistake. Baek often dyed his hair for work but the white with black tips really looked good on him.
“You’re handsome.” The words came out before you could think about it and he instantly cracked a smile.
“I know.” He teased and finished wrapping up your foot, pushing himself up to sit next to you on the couch. That’s right, he didn’t think much of a compliment from you. You were just his neighbor after all. A neighbor he pitied and thought needed his help. “So,” he started after a moment. “You guys broke up? About time. I’m happy for you.” You hated the return to topic, all that drinking had gone to waste if you were going to continue to think about this. “Guess that means I can make a move now, huh?” That same teasing tone he always used was starting to irritate you. How could he say something like that so easily just to tease you?
You stood and gathered your things, suddenly much more sober than when you arrived. “I’m not wasting my time on this.” Now wasn’t the time to get involved with someone you knew wasn’t interested. “You don’t like me like that.” You weren’t used to that kind of honestly and after the words left your lips you felt a resounding feeling of dread. Those words felt forbidden, only to be kept in your mind but now he knew that you thought about that moment. You needed to get out of there. Now. Without looking at him, you beelined for the door.
“Who said that?” His soft tone made you stop, but he still hadn’t moved from the couch, clicking the little plastic box closed before he returned his eyes to yours.
“Lonely people stick together.” The words haunted behind your eyes and you repeated them to him. The way his teeth pulled at his lower lip was enticing.
“You were in a relationship,” he said, taking a few steps closer to you, but leaving enough space that you were free to leave whenever you wanted. “What else was I supposed to say? ‘Yes, I’ve been in love with you for years?’” You didn’t know if this was a joke to him, but he looked serious as far as you could tell. His words echoed in your ears. He’d been in love with you for years? What if this was all a cruel trick? But Baekhyun had never been cruel to you before.
Those chocolate eyes stared at you, that comfortable little smile on his lips, he was serious. “I don’t mind waiting. It’s a lot to ask all things considered. So let’s do things at your pace,” he slid his hands into his pockets, still allowing the safety gap between you, “I won’t waste your time. You deserve to be treated right, and I want to be that for you.” He hummed softly, “But I just want you to live your life happily. That doesn’t need to be with me. Just think about it?”
He was so honest. You could see the way his ears and cheeks flushed in nerves, but it seemed like that had been something he’d been thinking about for a while. It filled your stomach with butterflies and your heart was racing in your chest. “Okay.” Maybe you could learn to love again with time. And this time you’d make sure you were treated right.
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Silver in the Wood by Emily Tesh
There is a Wild Man who lives in the deep quiet of Greenhollow, and he listens to the wood. Tobias, tethered to the forest, does not dwell on his past life, but he lives a perfectly unremarkable existence with his cottage, his cat, and his dryads.
When Greenhollow Hall acquires a handsome, intensely curious new owner in Henry Silver, everything changes. Old secrets better left buried are dug up, and Tobias is forced to reckon with his troubled past, both the green magic of the woods and the dark things that rest in its heart. -Storygraph
There is a severe lack of green men in the current fantasy landscape, so I'm glad Tesh gave us at least some crumbs to nosh on in this novella. It's a type of being that can have widely different depictions, such as literal men in green with a tie to nature like Robin Hood or or something with a more supernatural, fae-like twist like The Green Knight. Tesh places Tobias somewhere in the middle, a seemingly immortal man living in the woods among the dryads and serves as its caretaker.
I particularly enjoyed the romance between Tobias and Henry, as there is something constantly endearing about the flirty, excitable youth being paired with the more world-weary, stoic type. It allows for a growth on both parts, with Tobias learning how to open himself up and reconnect to others, while also introducing Henry to the very real dangers of his folklore fascination. For a novella, their relationship was paced very well, allowing for a more steady buildup of mutual feelings as Tobias finds difficulty in sharing his emotions to, well, anyone.
The setting of the book is absolutely one that surrounds you as you read. The woods of Greenhollow exudes all the vibes one could want in an old forest: a stalwart quality that comes from living so long, a hidden magic that comes from its otherwordly denizens and history, and a danger that routinely lurks among the trees, preying on any innocent that it happens to cross. It paints the woods as a respectable, ancient force that carries peace, yet also a sense of loneliness from time to time.
Being a novella, there were thing that I wished had a little bit more focus or depth in its short page length. I didn't really get a good sense of what had happened to Tobias to be put in his Green Man position, nor exactly what was going on with the antagonist, but that's most likely due to Tesh's more cryptic storytelling that falls in line with the book's tone and atmosphere. It could very well just be a personal thing for me, so I won't knock it too hard. I would, however, have liked to see an entire series dedicated to Tobias fighting off paranormal threats with Mrs. Silver, Henry's mother, who is a force in of herself. But that's only a reader's simple wish.
Definitely going to be checking out the sequel in this duology to see where the characters go from here.
(4/5)
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Hi Hi! Are you still doing the kink ask game?
If so, what about soft Chev in his usual clumsy way but doesn't like breeding? I just want an excuse for Chevie really
Thank you so much for cockwarming with Gil! It was amazing! ^-^
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Hiya, Nony & @queengiuliettafirstlady~ 💖
Nsfw under the cut 🔞
🐯 Chevalier is on the asexual spectrum, he exudes those vibes. If I had to take a wild guess, I'd say he's demisexual/demiromantic. And I bring this up because this means, and it's pretty evident in the game, that he's got no sexual experience at all.
I don't think he's unaware of sex, kinks, and fetishes, but he doesn't really care about it. Or at least he didn't care until you came into his life. And, I'm sorry, but he's not a sex god. He might be a genius, but he's also a virgin. So, he has a lot of things to learn, which he will and very quickly, but he's quite backward at first.
But, once the two of you feel more comfortable together, he would be willing to explore certain kinks if and only if you are interested in that.
He, most definitely, prefers to be the one in control. And I think he'd be a soft and gentle dom. He won't do anything to hurt you, ever. But if you want, he can spice things up a little with a bit of convincing.
I imagine, he's not one to bring things up like toys to the bedroom, because he doesn't see the need. You're enough to satisfy him and he's confident in his skills to leave you sated. So, if you want to do something naughty with him, you'll have to bring it up and he'll consider it.
He's an absolute tease, though. And knowing that you enjoy his teasing, pleases him. Since he's inexperienced, if he feels like he's not satisfying you properly, he will do some more research (because he probably does some research about how sex works before you two get intimate for the first time). He might even consider reading one of those naughty books Clavis brings him from time to time. He regrets it, afterward. Those books are terrible. Do people really find them arousing? He wishes he could forget what he read, but alas!
You bring up breeding kink one day and he's not too thrilled to be completely honest. He's not interested in having kids, so he thinks that kink is rather unappealing. But if all you want is for him to cum inside you, he might just do that. If you want him to manhandle you, he will. If you want him to hoist you up and rail you against the wall, he will. He'd do almost anything for you. You're his weakness, after all. As long as you don't ask him to hurt you, he will do it.
There is one thing that really gets him riled up while the two of you have sex and that is seeing tears of pleasure in your eyes and watching them roll down your flushed cheeks as you moan for him.
He also likes nipping your earlobe or your shoulder and neck, or any other part of your body during sex. Though, this has to do with how he expresses his affection and he's quite the affectionate man when it comes to you. He might not be great with words, but he makes it up with physical touches.
Breeding kink rate: 1/10 Dominant rate: 10/10
Thank you so much for the ask ♥3♥
Kink Ask Game
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Terror Twins
Meet Cute Monday 39
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Kon trailed behind Lex confused. Mercy hadn’t made the situation any clearer when he had asked earlier and now Lex was exuding the same vibes he did when he was entering business meetings. He really didn’t know what to make of it.
“Dad... in English, can you explain why I’m here again?”
“Because, my son, I would like you to start networking. It is important to know others in the field, both currently in charge as well as their mentee’s who in time will be in control as the time requires it. Having their ear is important for you to succeed if Superman turns or leaves or follow in my own footsteps.”
“And were meeting the bunch of bad guys...?”
“Visionaries sweetheart, contemporary visionaries. We all want to the world to be a better place, we just have... different ideologies and approaches of what that could be than the Justice League. They see the world in such black and white, where it’s full of greys.”
“And I’m here to network.”
“Yes. As its the summer, a lot of those who I’m meeting will be bringing their apprentices with them. You just need to keep on the nicer side of them.”
His dad turned and paused to look at Kon with his sharp eyes. As Lex tilted his head, Kon wish he could get a better read of him and know what he saw, what he really was asking for.
“Just be yourself and don’t ruffle any feathers. If you don’t agree with what they are saying, for today, don’t comment and store it for information to use at a later date sweetheart.”
In response Kon just nodded cautiously like he understood but he was still mystified by it all. Lex smiled softly at him, like he was precious, innocent that needed to be protected from the world and leant in and ruffled his hair.
Kon let out a squark pushing his dad’s hands away growling at the man for mucking up his perfectly styled hair. He could see his dad smirking as he turned back and gesturing to follow him down the corridor. Kon huffed and rolled his eyes. He knew that Lex had done that on purpose to make him relax, and frustratingly as it meant he’d keep doing it, it had worked.
.....
Standing near Mercy in a large dome like room, Kon watched as Slade glared with contempt at his dad. His dad just rolled his eyes at the mercenary’s dramatic behaviour and straightened out his suit brushing imaginary dust from the sleeves.
“Is there a problem Wilson.”
“It’s the school holidays.”
“And?”
“I’ve had to bring Janie’s brat with me. This will give him more dangerous idea’s than he already has. He doesn’t need this kinda influence.”
Kon watched with wide eyes as Lex suppressed a shuddered. His dad never looked uncomfortable, and now it was unsettling as the scarred man seemed to cause that affect. He took a slight step closer to Mercy, who rested her hand on his shoulder, for comfort.
“You’re looking after Janets child?”
“Janie has decided to stop CPS getting involved due to a ‘concerned teacher’ that *I* need to play doting uncle to the menace during the holidays.”
Lex looked tense as Kon observed from the distance. His dad looked around the room before stopping at a pair of two dark haired children chattering animatedly with weapons in hand and blanched.
“Shiva’s brought her niece too Luthor. There’s a reason we all agreed not to have these meetings in holiday’s unless there is an emergency. So,” the mercenary growled, “what’s the emergency.”
“I hadn’t realised that the terror twins would be here...”
“Figured.”
“I have information that presently doesn’t result in an emergency, but unfortunately unless addressed could cause us all issues in the future. Mercy, please take Kon and supervise the youngsters while I discuss matters with my business partners.”
Mercy nodded and started to lead Kon away from his dad towards, who he suspected were the ‘terror twins’. Glancing back at his dad, Lex just nodded to him in what he guessed was meant to be a reassuring gesture but looked more like a wince with how Slade’s rough voice danger as he spoke at the same time.
“This better be worth it Luthor.”
.....
The terror twins were not what Kon expected them to be. They weren’t in fact twins at all despite their similar appearance according to Mercy. The boy appeared to be almost painfully shy, hiding behind the girl who appeared to be rainbow and sunshine as Kon approached. He was whispering in her ear glancing repeatedly at Kon with enormous steel blue eyes compared to the warm bluebell ones of the girl.
In heavily accented English the girl beamed at Kon, putting her hand out to shake his hand.
“Hi, I’m Marinette. This is Tim. Why do you look like Superman??”
Kon blinked at her, his eyes darting between the two and up at Mercy hoping that he’s father's assistant would be of help as he reached out to receive an enthusiastic handshake. Unfortunately, Mercy just smiled with amusement at him and left him to fend for himself against these ‘friendly wolves’ as she made her way towards where the refreshments were.
“Err...”
“Mars! You can’t just ask him that!”
Tim seemed horrified by his blunt friend, nervously twitching as if he would be getting into trouble.
“Why? You said he did, and it didn’t make sense cos superman doesn’t have a child his age.”
Kon winced, knowing his other biological doner wasn’t completely aware of him and had his own child, much to his dad’s disgust. It hurt that the girl, Marinette was so forward with her reasoning.
“Because Mars, its rude! People don’t like being interrogated.”
“Pfft! You stalk people, interrogations just the next step Timmy.”
“Not really, Uncle Slade says you can use that info to blackmail is the next step... or to eliminate them.”
“Well, Auntie Sandra says the best thing is to just eliminate if they don’t give you the information you need.”
“Err...”
Two sets of almost glowing blue eyes rounded on Kon, their attention now shifted to him. A slow blush started to make is way up his cheeks. He wasn’t used to being so intensely looked at. Especially by two cute fellow tweens. Between the pair of them it felt like they were seeing into his soul, there was something about them together that was slightly unsettling with the intensity of their gaze.
Marinette nudged Tim, who now Kon was there and Marinette taking the attention off him was opening up, shoved her back causing them to burst into cackles.
“Sorry, Mars is a handful.” Tim got between giggles. “You do look a lot like Supes though, you know?”
“Umm... yeah, we share some similar DNA I guess...”
“Ooooo! Like family?” Marinette managed to get out, her laughter slowly becoming manageable.
“I guess you could say that.”
“Timmy? Does Supes have other family members? I can’t see much of Mr Luther in him.”
“Mars!”
“Timmy’s a superhero expert. He knows all about them and everything. His ridiculously smart.”
Tim looked down almost shy at how his ‘twin’ was selling his skillset. Kon grinned at the pair, nodding along as they seemed to bicker and ‘bigging up’. They really weren’t what he was expecting from skilled fighters' younger family members.
“Why are you guys here with your uncle and aunt?”
The pair looked at each other and seemed to converse with just facial expressions alone. Kon felt out the loop and unsure before Marinette spoke up blandly.
“Parents.”
Kon just blinked at Marinette, her monotonous tone and robotic response was apparently meant to explain everything. He looked to Tim for more information as Kon was just confused by the answer.
“They run businesses. School keeps us out their hair during term time. In the summer... they’re busy people with important roles. Apparently leaving kids unsupervised isn’t allowed so *family time*.”
Tim waved jazz hands at *family time* as Kon looked surprised and tried to seek Mercy or his dad to work out what the pair were implying. He knew his dad was a busy man running multiple things, but he (or Mercy) always made time for him. Why didn’t theirs?
“That doesn’t sound... fun.”
“Tim’s parents' suck!”
“Hey! Yours aren’t much better.”
“Least I live with them most of the year and they do spend time with me when not working.”
Sensing an impending argument about to break out with the heat in the twins' eyes and that it was potentially a regular disagreement, Kon tried to distract them. He was here to network and so far, he’d only met these two, who seemed not the future visionaries his dad had warned him against.
“Are we the only ones our age here?”
The dazzling smile that Marinette sent Kon, felt like it warmed his soul. Tim slipped a hesitant hand into his, causing Kon’s stomach to flutter.
“Nah, the rest are in the den. Mars and I were being nosy as to who was coming. We’ll take you there.”
“Tim’s cousins are there too. They look scary but aren’t really.”
“Too you, maybe.”
The pair nattered playfully, telling Kon all the ins and outs, what to look out for, who to avoid, of the next generation of ‘visionaries’ as they lead him to the den. During the journey to the den, they somehow invited him in on a dare/prank they were planning on later. Listening to their plan helped Kon understand why they got their terror twin name causing him to smile as he enthusiastically agreed to help.
......
Kon looked sheepishly up at his dad who’d just re-entered the main cabin of the plane with a towel around his next and in a fresh suit. He hadn’t expected the pranks to cause so much mess and for his dad to be one of the many victims.
“I’m sorry, Dad. I didn’t realise that it would be so... so...”
He couldn’t find the word to describe the carnage that Tim and Marinette had manage to produce with so little.
“It’s ok sweetheart. You met the terror twins. It’s reminded me why we rarely meet in the holidays.”
“Are they always like that?”
“That pair... yes... Wilson and Shiva teamed up once to work around having to babysit their sibling's demonic offspring. They’ve sworn never to do it again.”
“They look cute working together.”
They really had looked cute. They bounced ideas off each other, giving passionate speeches about the plans, and the back up plans, and the alternatives to that one, and contingency plans. Watching them seemed to give the other young adults headaches but Kon found it amazing how in tune two non-family members could be. They seemed more in sync than some of the best hero teams he’d seen from a distance. The way their eyes shimmered. Their checks flushed with excitement. The way Marinette stuck her tongue out when she concentrated, the way Tim seemed to pace as he thought. Kon loved being part of it.
“They’re menaces! Any time those two get wind of what we are planning, even a minute whisper, all luck turns against us.”
“Really? But, they’re my age. They’re civilians.”
“Those two are not civilians Kon. Mark my words. The universe holds some strange regard for them. They will NEVER just be civilian's sweetheart.”
“So, is it a good thing that they’ve decided that they want me as a friend?”
His dad stopped and slowly put his drink down and looked at Kon. Really looked at Kon like he was trying to read his soul, but after meeting Marinette and Tim, it kind of fell flat for some reason. His dad sighed and just looked tired as he leant back into his chair as he gazed at Kon.
Kon gulped but sat up straighter, waiting for his dad’s judgement.
“Do you want to be their friend?”
Kon paused and thought about it. He definitely wanted to be in the action with them earlier. Their energy was contagious. Being a friend was something more though, not just joining in. It meant being there for them, like they were for each other. Kon thought of his relationships he had at school, around CADMUS, around Lex Corp. They all felt superficial in comparison to what they had. He wanted that too. To be a part of... something.
“I- yeah, I do dad.”
Lex paled but nodded. A gentle fond smile graced his dad face as he sighed and started to tap away on his phone.
“I’ll talk to their current guardians to see if they are willing to let you meet up with them. Separately. I refuse to embrace the chaos they’ll bring together yet. They may not be the next Deathstroke or Lady Shiva, but I do approve of your building connections, sweetheart. They could nicely be a bridge into a new grey area for the moment.”
Kon relaxed into his seat and slowly closed his eyes embracing the exhaustion that flooded his body that he hadn’t realised he had from the anxiety the day had brought.
He listened to the rumble of the engines as Mercy flew them back to Metropolis. His dad was sorting things out and dealing with work. Kon bathed in the comforting knowledge that he will get to meet the terror twins again as he fell into a sleep.
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melinasmanifesto · 1 year
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My favorite affirmations💗
Most of these affirmations are not mine- just ones I have found over time that have really suck with me.
- my manifestation come to me in seconds
- regardless of everything, am destined to get my desired and already have them
- I do not stress over the outcome of my manifestations because I know for a fact that there is only one choice, one truth, one option: getting what I want.
- I know damn well I am capable of acheving every single one of my goals, i already achived all of them
- I am a one of a kind girl, no one compares to me in the slightest, i am perfection and everuthing I do, I do flawlessly.
- I get adored and pampered for exisiting, I am simply inherintly treasured and charished like the most pretty, gorgous princess ever
- My bewithcing beauty is always stuck in peoples mind, my aura and beauty is like honey that sticks on to anyone who sees it
- I am constantly the center of attention, i am never unnoticed, I get amired everywhere I go
- I am the epitome of feminie beauty and beauty standard
- I have a amazing beautiful angelic face
- i have a hyper feminine face and body
- my life hits so different, everyday is a new chapter and I am the main character, I am that girl
- My eyes are sooo alluring and attractive that my eyes put people in a trance, litteraly be the definition of siren eyes, nobody has seen anyone with more gorgous eyes
- I am in a competely different league, and everyone knows it, I have lines of people waiting for a chance with me
- I look so virginal and angelic, but bitches know I would ruin their lives
- even on bad days Im a 10
- I always keep people on the edge and wanting more of me, my vibe is irreplaceble, people wish to talk to me for hours, my aura is stunning
- my manifesting abilites are beyound belif, its really fuck the physical, all is gifted to me
- Im a fucking rockstar, i got this pretty intimadating aura, perfect mix of light and dark feminity , I exude high value, i got havard level hype and its 100% deserved
- i got everyone looking at me anytime i walk into a room, watching my next movie, stalking my socials trying to get what I am on, im just that unforgetable
- people dont like me simply, they would die for me
- I am that girl men fall in love with knowing im going to fuck them up, but i am just so irresistable
- I am offesnsively attractive, I am the girl people hate to love but they dont really have a choice because I am so perfect
- everyone knows I will always have the upperhand, I am the definition or pretty but poison
- everyone has that ‘ill kms for you if you die’ for me love
- I live in peoples late night thoughts, I am everyones fucking dream girl
- I am a breathtaker, head turner, jaw dropper, and heart breaker
- my beauty has me being treated as miss universe, people can imagine me winning miss universe and miss world
- I am the ideal girlfriend, everything abt me is just too good to be true
- I’m so fine it’s annoying, like there is no way I’m this attractive but I am
- I’m mad gorgeous and everyone knows it, their is absolutely nothing ugly abt me
- I have major Playgirl energy, like I could ruin a mfs life, I can have anyone I want and everyone knows it
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chumpovodir · 10 months
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playing through CV: CoD is giving me more Hector (and Isaac!!!) feels and making the little hamster in my brainwheel run faster. just gonna collect my musings and headcanons here again
thoughts on the Netflix show:
i was kinda iffy at first with Netflixvania's characterization of Hector being visibly, overly soft and gentle. like it IS part of his character but not quite to the extent portrayed in the show.
but the idea that he truly, unconditionally loves his creations? the idea that despite humanity treating him badly when he was a vulnerable child, he never lost his capacity for love? and that specifically is what makes his Devil Forging stronger and his creations all the more terrifying and efficient at carrying out his will? oooooohh i LOVE the juxtaposition!!! i love the theme of "love can be a double edged sword"!!! i love the irony of his humanity being the thing that makes him so valuable as a Forgemaster!!!!
(applied to their game counterparts, love the contrast with Isaac being equally technically skilled but missing this one, small, yet incredibly crucial component that would put them on the same level and Isaac just. LOSING his mind playing catch-up with Hector to win his Lord's favor!!!)
this was mentioned in like a yt video comment section ages ago, but all the torment N!Hector goes through in S3 being like karmic punishment for being totally okay with culling and caging the human race, if not outright genocide? when it's framed that way, it makes me almost okay with what happens to him. almost, because N!Hector is dense as hell and doesn't seem to have the self-awareness to at least feel a bit remorseful from having been in the same situation he would've subjected other humans to.
IF they had bothered to make N!Hector more cold/ruthless, at least on the battlefield (because god knows the man can FIGHT why did they rob us of this) or in his views towards humanity? and show how people like to forget he's one of Dracula's generals for a reason despite his outwardly kind demeanor? like I could SEE why Lennector might work in that sense - that they're more similar than first impressions let on, despite somehow being opposites at the same time - he's a general leading an army into war, but makes it explicitly clear he doesn't wish for cruelty. she's supposed to be a diplomat, but isn't afraid to use unwarranted brute strength to subdue her enemies. that they're both regularly misjudged as being weak. it doesn't make this pairing any more appealing to me, but at least their developing relationship would make SOME sense rather than being straight up rape/abuse-apologism
thoughts on CV: CoD
am absolutely shit at giving names to the IDs in-game, so i always use the auto-generated ones. i fully headcanon these as names Hector actually gives to his creations, and he remembers each and every one of them.
GOD i love CoD Isaac's voice so much... I love his whole vibe and how he's a foil to Hector why why why WHY did they change this for Netflixvania.... please what are y'all not seeing here
actually, everyone's voice is pretty great. sure the dialogue is a little dramatic but hey its Castlevania, and the acting is superb for a mid-2000s game, which were rife with super cheesy delivery if my memory is right (this doesn't apply to Julia tho. sorry but her voice acting is just. not great. i don't particularly enjoy Trevor's forced gruffness either but i'd say it's not as bad)
this is such a small detail, but i adore how SASSY Trevor is as he's brushing himself off after his fight with Isaac - he looks so offended lmao. this man exudes sass, he is Belmont, The Legend and he knows it!!!
what is actually the point of St. Germain existing..... He's a fun character and LEAGUES better than the netflixvania version but really, nothing would be lost if you instead fought another bigass monster at the clock tower
i think i've been grinding for close to a week now to get all the components for the chauve-souris. even with the luck ring AND the stat boost from a fairy-type ID im just not getting the drops i need 🫠 (for context: im at the Infinite Corridor right before the Dullahan battle that resurrects the castle - my goal is to get everything EXCEPT the Devil's Vein you find in Baljhet Mountains after the water is drained out from the river so I can go into the final fights with The End devil-type ID and hopefully 100% on all the maps. im really only putting in so much time into CoD inbetween playing through TotK because one of my switch's joycons is busted and it is just. SO frustrating cuz i waited so damn long to play)
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kootiepatra · 1 year
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NEW WOL DROP
Keimwyda isn't going anywhere, and she will always be my beloved baby, but over the past few months my brain has been itching to also explore FFXIV's story from a different perspective.
So meet O'septha. Her parents and a few other adults from the O Tribe fled to Ul'dah in the early days of the Empire's advance on their homeland, leading to O'septha and all but her oldest siblings/half-siblings being born and raised there.
As an adult, she went into work with Hearty Briar, a friend she'd known since childhood--a sharp Roegadyn who had a nose for finding business deals that needed runners, messengers, and middlemen, in the various strictly legal arrangements being conducted everyday in the city. The job needed people who would ask no questions and take no guff, and above all, be absolutely discrete. O'septha was good at all of those things. Her and Hearty's clients knew her only by her working alias of Silent Coerl.
It was all a big rat race, of course. Everyone had an angle, as is Ul'dah's way, and one party or other in their deals often walked away a bit poorer if not wiser. And for most people, that's not personal--it's just business. Until one day, one particular deal ran afoul of the wrong rat.
As a result, O'septha needed to swiftly get out of town to lay low for a while, heading to Limsa Lominsa at Hearty's recommendation. Her weapons of choice have always been daggers, but she is also starting to train with an axe. She'll always prefer to stick to the shadows, but Hellsguard hired muscle are big, and so she feels a little bit more comfortable being able to wield a weapon that exudes a stronger "back off" vibe when she needs to.
I've got several half-finished documents on her--I want to take my time through MSQ and flesh out her lore as I go. But here's an excerpt from the opening scenes of MSQ to get to know her a little bit better. :)
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She was floating in an expanse she could see neither the beginning nor end of. Faint swirls of color pulsed around her. She was descending, down and down, until her feet touched a floor that was not really there.
Flashes of images assailed her. A giant crystal suspended upon nothing. A coiling cloud of darkness that parted, revealing a man clothed in black robes, face obscured by an angry red mask. She looked down and saw herself wearing armor that was unfamiliar to her, wielding an axe nothing like the one she had grabbed during her panicked flight from Ul’dah. She struck at the man, not really knowing why.
A low feminine voice reverberated around her. Hear… feel… think… 
Then a raspy masculine one. Oi! Ye all right, lass?
“Lass?”
O’septha snapped awake to the voice that was not in her dream after all. A bearded man stood over her, far closer and more interested in her than she would have liked.
Gods, when did I fall asleep? She must have been more exhausted than she realized.
“You were moanin’ in your sleep and sweatin’ buckets besides. Rollin’ of the ship got your stomach churnin’, has it?”
She blearily tried to focus on the stranger and wished with everything in her that he would go away. “No,” she said flatly, in a tone which dripped with her profound disinterest in continuing this conversation.
“Hmm… Don’t seem like seasickness now that I look at you. It’ll be the aether then, I reckon.”
She stared at him. He really just kept talking, huh. She could not fathom where he thought she had come from that she wouldn’t know what aetherytes were, but she was not about to tell him.
The ship lurched worryingly and the man staggered in an effort to keep his feet. O’septha rocked unsteadily on the bench where she was seated and glanced around the cabin, as if that would somehow reveal the source of the upset. The man kept blathering about how rough the sea was.
He mentioned going up on deck to get some fresh air, and despite her own irritation, she found herself acquiescing to his invitation to join him. Fresh air did sound nice. And obnoxious as this man was, he seemed friendly enough. Perhaps it meant more to her than she realized to have a meaningless conversation with someone who clearly had no interest in trying to kill her.
O’septha’s reticence did precisely nothing to deter the small talk from her fellow passenger. A peddler, as it turns out, by the name of Brennan. She regarded him with mild amusement despite herself. Yes, she could see it. She knew his like in the scraggly drifters who would wander through the Sapphire Avenue Exchange, hawking strange baubles that few people wanted, before cheerfully wandering out of the city to their next destination. How they managed to eke out a living, she never knew.
“Ain’t no secret that adventurin’ is dangerous business—these days especially,” Brennan smiled. “What was it that first attracted you to it?”
O’septha hesitated. What was she was supposed to say? I am on the run from armed goons in Ul’dah and I have to feed myself somehow? She finally shrugged. “It’s a private matter.”
“Well, if you ain’t inclined to tell, I ain’t about to pry. Might be as ol’ Brennan’s a chatterbox, but he sure as hells ain’t no busybody.”
She arched a skeptical eyebrow at him.
“We all have a secret or three, don’t we?” he said, smiling broadly. “Me? Dozens!”
At the rate he was talking, O’septha rather doubted it.
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ramonahblog · 2 years
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CBS Ghosts Review/Ramble time!
My rambling will probably be a bit different here. I’m on the last day of a wash-out so many trips to the toilet and sort of low on sleep due to this. While I usually write as a I watch (pausing so I don’t miss anything), I may put it more in a “review” section where I write afterwards. 
Or a mixture of both. 
I don’t know. Guess we’ll see, huh? 
Swearing. 
Spoilers for CBS Ghosts Season One; Episode Sixteen: Trevor’s Pants
Initial thoughts based on summary: 
Yay more Trevor!
No, not more Flower.
I may just ignore that subplot. Sorry, Thor. 
But also “former friend?” 
It could be just that Trevor’s dead and a ghost but I’m watching that. 
FLASHBACK FLASHBACK!
The show is saying Pinkus way too much so he’s gotta be the former friend.
Also I need you all to know that for my past review/rambles - I have been living on the edge and typing it up on tumblr as I go. I have decided not to live on the edge anymore and transferred to typing up on googledocs. 
“I would argue a lead pipe beats that but I get your point,” Alberta. 
Okay. Ideal episode: Alberta and Trevor. Since this is a Trevor-focused episode, he gets to be the subplot in Alberta’s episode. 
Oh, okay. It’s Ari. But also the Ari’d thing just reminds me of this Horrible Histories Sketch sooo there you go. 
Also Plinkus’s name was said way too much to not be important. You better have lost your fucking pants, Plinkus. Don’t be responsible for Trevor dying. Be responsible for his no-pants situation. 
I love how Sam just completely forgets that she’s the only one who can see ghosts. And she interacts with the ghosts often enough that it’s believable. 
Omg, Alberta’s face as Sam tries to recover from her slip-up. 
“You’ve never asked him about this?” - Isaac to Sam. 
Lol, she never asked because she was unsure of etiquette which fair. 
Also that close-up of Sass shaking his head. He knows Trevor be lying. And we all know Sass spills someone’s secret within like five seconds of being bored. 
“It’s hard to say, I knew a lot of Trevors,” - Ari. The optimism in me wants that to be because Ari’s dealing with a bit of guilt over Trevor’s death. It is a very small part. The rest is of course. 
Ouch, poor Trevor. 
“Surely he must remember the night that you died,” - Isaac. 
Okay, I wish I knew/could screenshot but right after Trevor says “We were here to celebrate Pinkus’s promotion,” he is exuding I-am-a puppy vibes. 
Lol, Ari went with the “quick phone” call excuse. So either he is feeling very guilty or he’s like “how the fuck does this random chick I’ve never met know I killed a guy?!’. 
Sass’s face at Isaac when he mentions Hamilton. You know what? I changed my ideal episode - it’s the same but with close-ups of Sass’s reactions to everything that’s going on.  
“Is this a sex-thing?” - Sass. 
“Am I willing to go with the flow? No.” Hetty and she said it so disgusted too like she could not believe they would even need to ask that. 
“Yeah, this is a sex-thing, I’m out.” - Sass. Good boundaries, Sass.
Also I noticed Trevor was not one of the interviewees. You’ve moved down on my list, Thor.  
OMG, Trevor actually doesn’t know. He doesn’t know. 
“Oh, come on. That was gasp-worthy. There’s something wrong with you people,” - Isaac. 
Isaac is right. Sass put a lot into that moment and he should have received multiple gasps. Trevor can be excused from the gasping since it’s about him. But c’mon, Isaac really out being the only one appreciating Sass by gasping. 
“Something happened and I never told you because I know how much you love your bros,” - Sass. 
Oh no. I’m going to fucking cry. 
“I know the story of how you really lost your pants,” - Sass. 
Lol Isaac gasping twice to get everyone else to gasp. I’m with Isaac here. Worst audience. Except for Isaac obviously. Trevor still excused. If it’s about the person, they can be excused from gasping. 
OMG Trevor actually gave his pants and boxers to someone! I know I accidentally spoiled myself and someone told me my theory (hi you!) was right (in regards to Trevor’s pants) but…I still wasn’t expecting it. 
My theories are never true. Wrong detail is that I thought it was a random stranger but hell, I’ll take it. 
“And are you sure Trevor didn’t like put hot sauce in the man’s pants to burn the guy’s weaner?” Geez Alberta but also fucking laughing. 
Sam “I was just walking BY THE LAKE”. They dumped his body in the lake, poor Trevor.  Also I know someone in the discord said/thought that Trevor’s friends were and you were right. I’m sorry  I can’t remember your name but shout out to you. 
The Alberta, Isaac, Sass, Hetty and Sam team-up to get revenge on Ari while still holding to Trevor’s wish is amazing. 
“Trevor, you thought you did not have bros, but you are mistaken.” - Hetty. 
“You have bros. And we are they. Enjoy” - Isaac. 
Lol Jay is very confused when Sam starts chanting chug but joins in regardless. I love Jay. 
The group-hug. You have bros, Trevor. 
Also I need a follow-up with Pinkus. 
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