#i may someday be persuaded to like

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Heyo! Can I request how the boys would react to the reader/their crush complimenting them?

- 🥣 anon

Yes you may, and welcome to the Anon list officially, officially!

PT 1: Time, Twilight, Wild

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Chain getting complimented by their crush!

Time

Stone faced on the outside- buts that’s because he’s a windows error page

But when he resets it’s literally just him melting with adoration.

He’s thinking about that for the next week, whenever you’re next to him, whenever his mind gets to quiet, whenever he’s close to falling asleep.

“Hey Time?” Your curious voice was hushed as most other members of the chain were sleeping, and judging from your own sleepy voice, you weren’t too far.

“Yes?” He shifted over slightly to get a better look at you, sprawled out over your bedroll and propped up by an arm. The fire’s glow did you well, painting your in warmth and gold.

“That’s it- I just wanted to see your face. G’night” And just like that, you were peacefully asleep. He, however, could do anything but. He was unaware of courting in your universe, unaware of what that ment for him and his yearning for which he thought was one-sided. But he was glad the others couldn’t see the smile he let crack his face, hand the way he carefully tucked you in.

Twilight

He skips the mental reset and goes straight to panicking.

Look, he was down bad before- he’s worse now.

Twilight couldn’t find anywhere else to rest his eyes except on you as you sat, a colony of stray ordon cats gathered around you. You tried your hardest to give them all equal attention, much as you did the group, but one crawled it’s way into your lap, garnering your attention. He didn’t know he could be jealous of a cat.

“I love being here.” His head soared to hear that you to loved his home, its charm outweighing any possible doubts you had in your mint

“Glad to hear that” He so badly wanted to say more as the silence lingered, but your content smile persuaded him into simply letting it be.

“I wanna live somewhere like here someday. Hell- I even might stay here if you aren’t sick of me by the end of all this” You looked up and his heart caught, he managed a shy smile as he wringed his hands out nervously. As if he could ever be sick of you- the mere thought was atrocious. “I wouldn’t mind staying here for you” If his cheeks weren’t red before, he could guarantee they were now.

Wild

There’s a few things you compliment him on that he’s suave af about. His scar, however is not one of them.

It makes him feel lesser. Reminds him of his shortcomings

Compliment that and this man is sold. Not only are you interested in him, but you’re interested in all of him. Not just the champion that he was dubbed

It was the forth or fifth time he caught you staring, your eyes lingering on his face. Now that’s not so say he didn’t like your attention, no, but he was starting to wonder.

“Why do you keep staring at me”

“I’m not staring at you” Your unassuming response gets an amused huff out of him “I’m admiring” The way you stressed the word made adrenaline deep into his blood in a way he was familiarly unfamiliar with- something only you could do to him.

“What is there to admire?” He looked down at himself, he was in his usual ensemble of clothing, his hair done the same way as usual, so what was it that caught you?

“Your scar” Oh? Oh. His mind was quiet, you were quiet. Of course the most radiant thing to walk the earth finally noticed his normality. Finally noticed his insufficiency. Finally noticed he’s a fa- “I like it” What? “It’s so… you. I hadn’t realised how well it fits your face. I wish whatever happened didn’t happen, yeah…” Your voice trailed off in an enraptured trial. Enough to leave his mind drawing blanks “But I think I like you more this way” You smiled, satisfied with your words and went back to what you were supposed to be doing while he could do anything but. The most precious person he’s met not only appreciates his most ugly and unworthy parts, but loves him more because of them… That was a concept he’d need to ponder.

[raimoka]

— " IL BANCHETTO FINALE "

｡ ㅤꕤ ㅤ PAIRING: beast dazai & reader.

SYNOPSIS: in which, dazai wishes to dance with you for the last time as a goodbye before proceeding with his plan.

tags ➜ beast spoilers, dazai is hopelessly in love with reader, established relationship, gender neutral reader, kinda angsty but generally a fluff, author may or may have not described the dancing rather poorly, lowercase as always. ‹𝟹

⋆ author's notes: i miss my wife beastzai, do not read beast, that shit ruins you. please also read the end note.

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It was raining.

the tune of russian waltz — on the hills of manchuria — was playing in the background, mixing along with the sound of the rain drops falling audibly down on the metal window ledge. your gaze remained on the glass of the window, sprinkles of the rain dripping down the mirror. the skies had gotten darker and the clock read it was 1:45 am — osamu would often come home sometime during midnight. you would normally be asleep during midnight, however, as you were heading to bed earlier, a part of your mind was telling you to wait till osamu came back home. you didn't understood why but the thought lingered and you ended up being persuaded.

you were currently sitting on an arm chair, back pressing against the soft cushions. a cup of tea you brewed laid before you on a table accompanied by a opened book you were reading previously; both forgotten as your thoughts began to shift to your lover.

as you rested your head on your hand, the noise of the door opening abruptly interrupted your thoughts and you stood up from the armchair you were sitting on earlier.

you approach him steadily and you pulled him into a warm embrace, pressing your cheek against his chest.

"welcome home, osamu..." you murmur wearily and a soft laughter elicited from him.

"you sound so tired, 'bella." he pointed out as he snaked his slim arms around your waist.

"i was waiting for you."

as you uttered those words, the words in his throat died. he parted his lips but no words came out. silence filled the atmosphere, the only thing that could be heard was the waltz combining with the sound of the heavy rain.

he cleared his throat.

"you didn't need to, you know I'd be safe." he spoke, breaking the serene air that was occupying the room.

you laughed softly, "I initially planned to go sleep immediately." you paused your words before continuing.

"but I couldn't shake it off my mind. for some reason, my mind is telling me to spend more time with you and i'm worried that someday, you will disappear."

you didn't understand why you were being so open to him this time but you felt like it was necessary to say. you sensed his arms withdrawing from your waist slightly and he placed his hands instead on your waist.

"why don't i help you forget it?"

you blinked, he smiled softly before adding something else.

"i wanna ease your worries and... it seems important to do so."

because this will because the last moment we will spend.

he bit back his words. as he speaks, he gently separated his other hand on your waist and took your hands within his, interlacing your fingers together. your expression seemed rather surprised but as he interlaced your fingers together, you looked up at him, accepting his invitation to dance around, you put your hand on his shoulder and followed his steps. with a soft smile, he pulled you come closer to him.

as you two dance to the waltz playing in the background, you noticed two things about this; he completely knew each steps of the waltz's dance, and he held a melancholic gaze as he spun you rhythmically to the instrumental. while you resumed ogling at him mindlessly, a small smirk adorned his plump lips and spoke.

"you're staring at me a little too hard, 'bella." dazai teased lightly and you rolled your eyes, shifting your eyes from him before speaking.

"I didn't know you were familiar with these type of waltz, 'samu."

"I always liked this waltz."

"seriously? I never thought you would've liked these sort of songs." but osamu was always unpredictable, he never talked a lot about himself often with you, even after you managed to break in through the thick walls that encaged his throbbing heart.

you proceeded to gaze on your feets moving on the floor. you didn't understand much why he was so melancholic during this time, he was also clearly masking his intentions. you couldn't read his eyes either, his eyes were always swirling with emptiness — this was the first time you saw his eyes with this much melancholiness. he was so close and yet so far. you wanted to be even closer, you wanted to be close to his heart.

perhaps you merely didn't understand something.

to you, this was a simple dance.

to him, this was a major extension — his goodbye to you.

with your gaze on your feets, he made sure to take in every single detail of you; how your lips were shaped, how your bangs framed your face, how soft your hand felt within his, how your voice sounded, how plump your face was, how warm your body felt compared to his ice cold body, that you had grown accustomed to over time, and how your eyes shone with light, even with the slightest — oh, how he'd hate to see the pain in your eyes to his death.

he didn't even want to die.

he wanted to sink in the warm embrace of your arms and always stay by your side till you both die from old age. your embrace is something he certainly will miss in the afterlife, whether it'd be purgatory, hell, or maybe an abyss of darkness.

he wanted to spend his moments in his life with you, even if they were meaningless and you two were acting just the same as you both were while being idiots hopelessly in love each other even if it was so, so, selfish of him.

he didn't want to die but he needed to, for oda to live, and all he could do was at least give you a final goodbye before disappearing.

he lowered his eyes, he seemed to be in his own universe, and spun you again, he twirled you around as if you were a piece of porcelain he deeply prized, you could feel your worries gradually easing — even if you were still worried about his other intention for this action — with your bodies moving along the music. you glanced up where your hands joined and as the waltz's instrumental faded, he bended you over backwards slightly, wrapping his arm around your waist fully. 

you shift your gaze to his eyes that usually reflected dullness once again but this time, they were closed. he was hiding how he felt... if he had his eyes closed you could never understand what was on his mind.

before you could part your lips to call him out to gain an ounce of his attention, he beat you over it.

"belladonna."

you lifted your head and answered with a hum.

"don't forget me."

you blinked, you seemed concerned and he couldn't blame you for that but you chose not to speak about it.

"I promise."

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I know dazai truly wants to die but beast dazau doesn't want to. dazai in canon and beast are different, even in the slightest, this was proven if you read the day i picked up dazai.

[misericordia-writing]

Lightning Bugs

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙜𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙙-𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚.

𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙡 𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙’𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨."

Chapter 1 of Matchbook

Pairings: Danny Johnson/Gender-Neutral Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Angst, Fluff

Summary: A character exploration of Danny. I've noticed most fics make him super funny and sardonic, and while I love that, I imagine I'd have huge moral qualms about dating a serial killer. So I wrote this. Not particularly dark, but depressing? I don't know. I’m sorting things out. Probably super OOC. Enjoy.

TW for canon-typical violence, implications of mental illness, and unhealthy relationships/power imbalance (naturally)

Ao3: s://archiveofourown.org/works/45585013/chapters/114704077

    "I hate that you're right."

        The words come out quietly one night, while you're sitting on a muggy balcony that smells like cigarettes and acetone. The green-gray haze of Floridian night swamping you in swaths of gnats, only gently dissuaded by a mesh screen.

        A streetlamp flickers and dulls, the painted metal cart of a dollar store clinks against its siblings, and an old man sputters and coughs up into his shirt collar.

        "About what?"

        "About people. Humanity. Life. Society. That type of stuff." You say, balancing a bottle of black nail polish on your thigh while you try to paint your toes. "How it's just primal violence. You're pretty much right."

        He doesn't respond. Normally, you wouldn’t be allowed to talk about this stuff so openly, outside, where a neighbor could hear you. But everyone is busy tonight. You’re not too surprised that he’s memorized their schedules. Furtively scratching pens into notebooks almost every single second that he’s not busy playing out stories. Too enamored to eat or sleep or wash the dishes. ‘That’s one of the reasons I keep you around,’ he had said, in partial jest, as if you were his mid-century housewife.

        "Listen, I'm not just sucking up to you like some chick in a horror movie, trying to persuade the killer that she's on his side. As applicable as that may be. You're right. Genuinely."

        "I thought you were into all of that spirituality stuff. Being good. Reaching nirvana and donating to the thrift store." He mutters, methodically scraping the debris of last night out from under his nails. Jed has work tomorrow.

        Jed Olsen is who you signed up for, back when you were still a recent college graduate, finally having gotten to the 'good' part of your life. Feeling hopeful, cheery even. Watering your plants, picking up dandelions off the side of the road, smiling at strangers. Saving up to buy a nice house someday, with a garden and personal study. Somewhere you could bake in, read in, live in. Maybe even find someone to share it with.

        ‘You were just so sweet,’ He said one time, while you were in his car. He had locked the doors and told you that he just couldn’t trust you that much, yet. But soon.

        ‘Always so withdrawn, cautious. But sweet. Barely able to deal with playing nice to co-workers, but then turning your back and smiling at weeds in the cracks of a sidewalk. Surprising, considering the way you dress. All rock n’ roll, usually. Black looks good on you. That scraped-up Walkman attached to your hip. Diverse taste. I mean, the way you seamlessly went from Bauhaus to Blondie in the span of an hour was truly something.’ Sip.

        ‘All while performing an elaborate routine in your bedroom- complete with costume changes and a hairbrush microphone. You really could be a rockstar, sweetheart. Too bad though, I don’t think that’ll happen. Maybe in your next life.’

        He paused to look at his milkshake, then dipped a fry in it. ‘Different- odd and unusual, but not in the predicable early-twenty-year old way I see a lot. Talking to the spiders you would find in your room, politely asking them to leave. So observant and smart. But ultimately, I guess you just weren’t observant or smart enough, were you?’ He barked out a laugh, triumphantly.

        He was so charming, the way he would stop by your job before work. Monday through Friday. Pretending to think for a minute, before ordering the exact same coffee as he always did. Coincidentally loving the same books, talking with you about the new episode of a sitcom you had been watching the night before. Handsome, and only a few years older, with a degree from a similar program to yours under his belt. Good reputation, wonderful penmanship. Enthusiastic, kind- but with a quick wit.

        He made you feel special- which, apparently, you were. Just not in the way you’d think.

        "I am, still." You sigh, painting, the brush spreading smooth inky black across keratin. A drop of paint drips onto the skin of your foot.

        You scrape it away with the back of your fingernail and quickly dab it to a folded paper towel.

        "Danny." You say, looking at him. "Do you think I'm a bad person?"

        He tsks, as if the question offends him. "You really want me to be the judge on ethics? Are you forgetting who I am? What I do?" A gravelly punch dips the last syllable of each sentence, almost like a growl.

        "No," You say, "I'm just asking. Besides, I thought you thought you were right? Do you think that your actions are ethical? By your logic, that we are all inherently violent and terrible, then you wouldn't be evil for acting on that. My beliefs lie somewhere in the middle. Just curious."

        He pauses, dark eyes looking down into the parking lot. The man is gone, and the cart is pushed neatly back into its place.

        Sweltering heat. He smells like detergent, the good middle-of-the-road kind. Sticky notes. Cologne. Sweat. Iron.

        "No."

        You frown, looking down through the mesh as well. Lightning bugs light up the brush at the edge of the apartment complex. “Fireflies!” You say, with childish glee. You almost forget the crushing guilt for a minute, beaming down at the glowing shrubs.

        You’re eight again, bare feet padding through wet grass, trying to catch them in a jar. Somebody is having a barbeque, and you’re going to go to bed tired and happy tonight, with a dozen itchy mosquito bites down your legs.

        You wonder what eight-year-old you would think about this situation. You wish you could go back in time, tell yourself to never move to this god-forsaken red state.

        Surely, that way, Daniel Johnson would’ve never stumbled into your life, staining you with the blood on his hands.

        He still doesn’t say anything, other than a hum, so you sit back down. Finishing the last coat of paint on your smallest toe.

        The plastic weaving of the chair digs into the backs of your thighs, and you set the polish back down on the accent table. The thermometer reads 85 degrees Fahrenheit.

        “I hate myself.” You say, feeling every bitter moment and truth from your past bubble up at once. Every scrape, burn, and cut. “I don’t understand why you do what you do. It makes me feel guilty for you. Like I’m the one doing those things. Am I not just as bad? I don't try to stop you. I should.”

        You often feel that Danny’s twenty steps ahead of you. Just waiting for the right moment. Chess and checkers.

        A bead of sweat rolls down your back, the tank top you wear doing little to reduce the humidity. You stand up and walk to stand in front of him. “But yet here I am. I’m still surprised you haven’t killed me yet. You said you were going to. Why not?”

        “I probably will when the time is right." He looks up at you for a moment, pausing before looking back at the sky.

        "If it makes you feel any better, you don’t really have a choice in what I do, or a choice in being involved with me… I would find my way in, in any situation. This is probably just some type of Stockholm syndrome kicking in. So you survive. Fun, right? Your brain and body are doing the best they can to cope with the reality. Of your situation. Of how you feel about me. Really, you’re lucky. You think all of the others wouldn't have taken this opportunity? Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

        He swats a mosquito nonchalantly.

        “Yeah, I guess so.” You say, sitting down at the foot of his lawn chair. “Do you care about me?”

        “A little bit.” He says, gaze off to the side. “Don’t let it get to your head.”

        You laugh, though you aren’t sure if he was trying to be funny. Not that it was very funny in the first place.

        “For the record,” He says, “You’ve made it longer than anyone else has. Normally I lose interest. I’m not done watching you yet. I don’t know if I want to end your story. It’s my favorite.”

        “Well, if I’m nothing else, at least I’m a serial killer’s favorite 'story'.” You roll your eyes, but there isn’t too much sarcasm behind it.

        “You make me feel the way I feel when I kill, sometimes. I don’t know if I love you, because I don’t really believe in that stuff. But I like you more than most things.” He says, fingers reaching out to twirl a lock of your hair. 

        The same fingers that dig knives into people and then snap pictures of it after. That rip intestines out and turn them into party streamers. The same fingers that would’ve done the same thing to you, too. That still might.

        That fantasize about it, twitching sometimes when you turn your back. Itching to grab you by the throat and finally write a conclusion. Aching to make you a headline.

        Fingers that move down to your neck now, feeling the red pulse of your blood. Padding up to the side of your face and wiping a welling tear away from the corner of your eye.

        Fingers that have held your hair back when you puked, and gripped your hand firmly in public when you can’t find the clarity to process all the different sounds of a supermarket. Let you pick out your favorite candy at the video store, made popcorn with you on the stove.

        Pressed your favorite VHS into the player for the third time that week, not because he found it particularly groundbreaking, but because you couldn’t get out of bed to wash your hair or eat, and that stupid movie was- for whatever reason- the only thing capable of distracting you from the thought of pink-red water slotting down the drain of his porcelain white bathtub.

         “I feel that way too, sometimes.” You rasp. “Minus the whole killing people part. I don’t know if it exists. Love. At least, not as the thing people say it is. Really relates back to the animalistic nature thing, right? Do animals feel ‘love’? We are animals. I’ve felt things like love, but never what I’m supposed to. I wish I knew. Snakes like warm rocks. Do they love warm rocks?”

         “You’re probably never going to know.” He says, bluntly, nails scratching at your scalp. You wonder if he's only doing it to get the last flakes of dried blood out. You imagine little beams coming from his fingers, wiggling into your brain and picking out all of your synapses. Mapping your psyche.

       He probably would if he could, but then he might get bored and gut you for his collage.

        “Yeah,” You sigh, “I know. But… I love you. The closest to love I think I can.”

        “I know.” On anybody else, it would sound almost pitying.

        You know that even if he loved you, he would never say it. The words will not leave his mouth. But you feel loved. The way that he touches you, the way he presses against your back sometimes, in the middle of dark, foggy nights. Covers kicked off the bed, and a face pressed into your neck. Him keeping a box of special pictures under the bed, just of you, that you don’t think he knows you know about-  but maybe he knows that you know. Some of them from before you even met. Almost all of them when you weren’t looking.

        And later that night, when you’ve locked the screen door, and he’s meticulously arranged his piles of papers, looked through his hastily (passionately) scrawled designs one more time, and finished the laundry, you two lay down in the bed. As the moonlight streams down onto his face, dark hair reflecting its soft glow, you sigh. A hand reaches out to stroke his neck, and you wonder again why he does the things he does. He lets you. You can feel the heartbeat in his throat.

        Danny hates when he falls asleep before you, but you like it. So rarely do you get to see him off-guard- innocent and peaceful, brows finally unknitted. The little scar on his forehead that he keeps covered. The slow rise and fall of his stomach against you, occasionally an upper arm tensing over your shoulder. The way he rests his face in your hair, or the crook of your neck.

        Surprisingly cuddly, for a ruthless, taunting killer, who you know for a fact has slaughtered more than enough people to fill the  floor-plan of your shared apartment, probably, if you laid them down flat.

       ‘Thirty-two,’ he’d grinned, proud of himself. ‘Not many others can say the same, can they?’

        You grimaced. ‘No, I suppose not.'

        Your stomach churns again, before you drift off. You dream about fireflies and going to prison. People screaming and swimming in a pink-red bathtub. Sometimes you think it would be easier if he had just killed you the way he planned. Maybe you wouldn’t feel so guilty for being alive, then.

        If you could go back in time, you would fix him. You like to tell yourself that, sometimes. That you could change his outcome, and the fates of dozens of others as well. You would treat him right, never let the sickness twist his mind. Stop his father from planting a seed of despair and overwhelming hatred in his heart. Let him be ignorant and happy, watch the news. Not make the news.

        Maybe you would have a nice house together, if it were Jed, and you could make lemonade and watch fireworks together. Kiss him on the cheek and watch him smile. Have deep conversations that take all night, but never reach past the abstract and theoretical, into the realm of reality. Be normal. You were foolish to ever wish for anything other than normal. You would kill to have normal, now. To live without the churning in your stomach.

        You really should be more careful what you wish for.

[elitadream]

(Sidestepping slightly from the swap AU kinda- been thinking about the asks where Junior was brought up) I have a question about Junior, actually... As a child, he only has so much say, and of course, he loves his father - but (and correct me if I'm wrong) It seems like your Bowser only prioritizes his son in the short term. And I'm sure he's not thrilled about his son trusting/liking Mario in any sense. Say someday, lines are drawn in the sand, and he has to make a choice... Would your Junior continue to stand by his father's side? Or against him?

Ooh, that's quite a layered question! 😯

Junior having two very contrasting role models in both Mario and Bowser would inevitably make the conflict worse, that's for sure, but... Bowser asking him to choose, and Junior eventually taking a full stance on the matter would be equally unlikely in my version. 🙇‍♀️

For all his awful and deeply toxic traits, Bowser does genuinely love his son, and he would endure anything for him. That's his only true redeeming quality, and the one thing that may persuade him to reconsider his antagonistic relationship with Mario.

As for Junior, he cannot choose between the two, and he doesn't want to. Being forced to make that kind of decision would break his heart. 😢 What the kid really wants is for them to stop fighting, and he's determined to do everything he can to make that happen. 🎇

[otomefiend]

Victor

Story Event: Black Wedding (part 2)

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

We finally learn more juicy stuff about Victor, though it's still very vague. He sure is hawt when he threatens people.

~~Part 1~~

Having the freedom to do as we pleased, we spent our time leisurely, playing a couple of lovers.

―― or that's how it was supposed to look on the surface; avoiding prying eyes, Victor and I explored the inside of Amour's headquarters.

In this way, we learned two things.

One, that the bodies of the missing lovers were hidden in the basement.

Two, the believers were not involved, and the guru was the sole culprit.

Victor: "Kate, I got you some scones and pastries. And some wine!"

Victor: "I know it's daytime, but shall we have some?"

Kate: "Hehe, I can be persuaded to have a sip. Cheers."

(The only thing that keeps my heart from sinking when I sense the presence of death around me is that Victor is beside me like this)

Victor: "Just now, some of the girls were making bouquets for our wedding tomorrow."

Kate: "Really? Even if it's a fake wedding, it's a happy one."

Victor: "Hey, Kate."

Victor: "Do you want to get married one day?"

He asked me the way someone would say good morning or good night,

It was a natural and soft question, as if it were the continuation of a daily conversation.

(Do I want to get married one day, huh...?)

~~Part 2~~

Kate: "I'm not obsessed with the details of the ceremony itself, but the idea of ​​marriage is certainly appealing."

Kate: "I think it'd be lovely to wear a wedding dress and say the vows..."

Kate: "Apologies, that's not a particularly witty answer."

Victor: "No, it's wonderful. I might tear up if I see you like this one day."

As he laughed, a light breeze ruffled his hair.

Victor: "Before I went on this mission, I wondered why people get married."

Victor: "As you said yourself, marriage is a ceremony that binds people together, right?"

Victor: "Still, why do so many lovers want that?"

Kate: "And what's your answer?"

Victor: "I see marriage as a promise to enjoy the future together."

Kate: "Promise...?"

Victor: "Life isn't all about fun. Sometimes, it can be painful and sad."

Victor: "...you remember that too, don't you?"

When I nodded, his eyes became soft.

Victor: "But even on such days, we can walk holding hands. Thinking about the good times that will surely return someday."

~~Part 3~~

(...Let’s wait for good times together, huh? That’s nice; it’s a very Victor-like way of thinking)

Victor was a genius at making good times happen.

He always brightened up the place, got people involved, and made them smile.....a larger-than-life kind of person.

However, I didn't think there was anyone who could just have fun in life.

Victor's fun must have been imbued with various pasts and experiences...

Kate: "Umm..."

Victor: "Yes?"

Kate: "Victor, do you ever share your pain and hardships with anyone?"

Victor: "Regrettably, as you can see, I don't have a lover and I'm not married. Look, my hand is still free, isn't it?"

He waved his hand and smiled.

Victor: "―― but I'm fine."

(...?)

Victor: "Because I, you see dear Kate, I may have tasted enough pain and suffering to last a lifetime."

Victor: "That's why I'm tired of being trapped by such things."

Victor: "That's why I am strongest right now! Oops, these scones are exquisite. Try them, Kate."

Kate: "Y-yes! Oh, that's true.... so fluffy!"

Victor: "Aren't they? I wonder what was added to make them like this. Let's ask later."

I was aware of the sudden change in the conversation, but pretended not to notice.

I was sure Victor knew about it.

Victor: "Right, Kate. I'm going to do one thing at the wedding tomorrow."

Kate: "And that being?"

Victor: "Will you lend me your ear?"

~~Part 4~~

Victor: "Right, Kate. I'm going to do one thing at the wedding tomorrow."

Kate: "And that being?"

Victor: "Will you lend me your ear?"

Victor: "―― let's lie."

~~~

The next day, Victor and I were standing in the chapel where the wedding was to take place.

As for my jet-black wedding dress ―― I wasn't wearing it.

A man with a veiled face walked to the altar.

―― when he looked around, he gasped.

Guru: "... Why is there no sign of my precious followers?

Victor: "That's because they were charmed by my words and believed me."

Guru: "...wh-at?"

Victor: "I told them the wedding was postponed until the afternoon."

Guru: "Even so, someone should have noticed something's wrong. ........ Huh."

Kate: "We added sleeping pills to everyone's breakfast, just in case."

Guru: "...!"

Kate: "Rest assured, I got them from an acquaintance, who used to be a doctor. They should be awake in a few hours."

Guru: "Who are you..... police? Or..."

He pulled a gun from his pocket and pointed it at us.

Before I could brace myself, Victor hid me behind his back.

(...Victor?)

Victor: "For a man who professes eternal love, pointing a gun at others without hesitation... is like admitting to being a murderer."

Guru: "....damn"

Victor: "Ah, there's no point in shooting. You can't kill me that easily."

Victor: "You'll end up being killed by me long before that. Sorry, I'm just that strong."

(...What... is this intimidating feeling)

He was talking as usual, but the air he gave off was extremely sharp.

To the extent that if the man decided to move even one step ―― his life was forfeited."

As if to prove these words, the so-called guru couldn't pull the trigger.

Victor: "Hmm, it would be easy to kill you here, but then it wouldn't be any fun, would it?"

Victor: "Then, shall we have a game?"

Guru: "...a game?"

Victor: "Right, whoever hurts the opponent first wins. You can use that gun, knife, spear, whatever you like."

Victor: "My weapon is ―― let's see if this is enough."

~~Part 5~~

Victor: "Kate, may I borrow your lips?"

Kate: "Huh?"

He smiled and gently run his thumb over my lips.

Now crimson in colour, his finger was stained with the rouge.

Guru: "Eh... you can underestimate me all you want. Just don't regret it after I shoot you dead."

Victor: "I like regret. It allows me to grow as a person."

Victor: "Shall we go then ―― let's start the game."

All I remembered was how Victor's long black hair swayed.

The moment I blinked, the game was already over.

Guru: ".....!"

Victor stood behind the man and ran his thumb along his neck.

Victor: "Yes. And now you're dead?"

His finger left a trail of crimson rouge wherever it touched.

―― As if it were a death sentence.

Guru: "eek...."

Victor: "You're scared, aren't you?"

Guru: "S-sorry... I'm sorry..."

Victor: "It must be terrifying to feel someone taking your life away."

Victor: "―― this is the horror you put so many lovers through."

Guru: "..........ah, ahhh....."

Victor: "Until death comes for you, repent in the depths of darkness."

Then, as if it was a newborn's hand, he struck the man's neck with ease and left him unconscious.

Bemused, I watched the whole story play out before my eyes.

(I thought I needed to protect Victor. But that was a complete misunderstanding.)

(...he is strong. And not just that....)

His familiar profile looked different somehow.

To calm my confusion, I slowly opened my mouth.

Kate: "....What are you going to do with this person?"

Victor: "William will take care of him. We can't have blood all over this place."

―― surely this guy won't be alive in a few hours.

Victor: "All right, that means our mission is now complete."

He clapped his hands to clear the heavy air.

Victor: "But there's one more thing to do."

Kate: "And that is...?"

He smiled, his jewel-like eyes shining.

Victor: "Kate, will you marry me?"

Chapter 3 Bitter

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

16th Day of Christmas

A Sweet Outcome From a Sweet Mishap

Summary/Prompt - Part 2 to Day 2’s fic, A Sweet Mishap. What happens when the reader decides to contact the number on the coaster.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Christmas Masterlist | Masterlist

Once you finally finish work the day you’re exhausted. You trudge back to your tiny apartment down the road and collapse on your couch. Just as you start to finally relax the smell of chocolate and old milk gets to your nose. You force yourself to get up, shower and change into fresh clothes. As you’re not planning to move from your couch, let alone go out anywhere for the rest of the day, you just put on a hoodie and sweatpants. As you go to put your dirty clothes in the hamper, you remember the coaster. It’s now a little squashed and stained, but it’s still readable.

So you take it and your phone out and then you collapse on the couch again. Once you’ve regained some energy you decide to text the number, just to check if it’s real or a fake he made up on the spot.

Hi, uh…I’m just realising I didn’t get your name earlier?

Who is this? How did you get this number?

It’s Y/N, from Mamma Jo’s Coffee and Chocolateria.

I dumped a drink all over you.

I just wanted to know where I can send the money for a new shirt?

Seeing as you didn’t get to drink the hot chocolate I made you.

Oh, hey! If I tell you my name you have to promise to keep it to you it self

Same with this number

What are you, a spy or something?

I can’t tell you anything until you promise

Otherwise my agent will want you to sign an NDA

Alright, Mr Fancypants, I promise not to tell a soul I met you or give out this number

Regardless of who you are

Thank you

My name is Jensen

Nice to meet you Jensen

So how much was your shirt and how do you want the money?

Venmo? Cash? PayPal? Direct transfer?

Don’t worry about the money

It’s fine

But I have to do something

I feel so bad

I wasn’t looking either

If you’re absolutely certain, I’ll leave you alone before your agent gets worried

Wait

So you really didn’t recognise me?

Sorry to burst your ego bubble

Maybe you’re just not as important as you think you are.

No, it’s not about my ego

I’m just used to people asking for pictures or autographs

And the paparazzi

It’s a nice change to meet someone who doesn’t have a preconceived idea of who I am

Alright so who are you? Other than Jensen then

If you don’t mind sharing of course

Or do I have to sign a NDA for that sort of insider info

I’m Jensen Ackles

I am an actor

That flash earlier in the cafe was paparazzi

So you’ll likely be on the front of a bunch of magazines as my mystery girl

When that happens you will have to sign a NDA, but I’ll handle everything else

You’re just best of steering clear of me

Actor? Were you on that Paranormal show?

Supernatural?

Yeah that’s me

Sorry, I haven’t seen it. Maybe an episode here and there but I’m pretty busy

Don’t get much time to watch TV

Honestly, I’m glad you haven’t

It makes it easier to talk to you

If the actor thing and potential NDA doesn’t bother you

I would love a do over

Are you sure?

I don’t want to make things complicated you you

With paparazzi or you agent

I’ll handle all that

What are you doing tonight?

I really wasn’t planning on leaving my couch

But you may be able to persuade me

How about I join you on that couch?

Or you join me on mine?

I really don’t know you

Right

Sorry

That was too forward

No, it’s ok

I just think it would be better to get to know each other first

Sure

Of course

When is your next day off?

Saturday

Damn, I work this weekend

How about Monday evening?

I’ll be on a plane by then

I’m only working here for the weekend

Guess it just isn’t meant to be then

Maybe not now

But someday

Maybe someday

Can I keep texting you?

Sure

[secretsofthestorymakers]

The Saga of Aren

I absolutely love Arendelle History, so when I read Forest of Shadows and learned about the Saga of Aren, I was so excited. The only thing that disappointed me was that we didn’t get the entire thing. So, being the obsessive overachiever that I am, I wrote my own idea of the rest of it. I worked super hard on this for like a month and a half, and I am so proud of how it turned out! I had never really written any poetry before, but I had more fun with it than I expected, and have even written a little more since (not Frozen related, sorry). I might post an in depth analysis later, but for now I’ll just say that I wrote this to be intentionally vague, and to represent Anna and Elsa’s story as well as Aren’s.

The parts in italics and quotes are from FoS, so were written by Kamila Benko. I wrote the rest. (With a few exceptions that are quotes from something else, noted at the end)

The Saga of Aren

By: Kamila Benko & SecretsOfTheStoryMakers

“A long time ago in a time before time, a great darkness swept over the land”

A dark fright came, the people fought, but could not make their stand

They fled their shores and took to the seas, their homeland all but lost

To Dark and Cold and Past and Fear, the silence and the frost

As ages passed and people still were trapped upon their ships

The storm roared on, there was no end to the sun’s total eclipse

They begged the earth, the wind, the flame, the oceans heard their cries

And from their unknown, watery depths a spirit did arise

The water spirit too, had felt the chill of endless night

It told the people, for a price, it could help bring back the light

The people were so fearful, urgently they did agree

In return they promised someday that the spirits would be free

As the earth’s ancient spirits have foretold, there will come a fearful age

All that live upon the earth will be trapped within dark’s cage

The sky will be shadow, fade away, as the spirits lose their song

The world needs a leader and protector, someone to right this wrong

To scale fear’s greatest precipice, as the mountain’s facade comes crashing

To face the fear with light’s greatest strength, upon past and present’s clashing

It comes on the world’s great eve of change, as the north wind’s song is turning

Beware what you may think you know, for “the past has a way of returning.*”

The mythic Nokk came to the end of the spirits’ prophecy

It bowed its head and flashed its eyes, returning to the sea

The people knew it spoke the truth, the world would be free again

They only needed a bridge, a bond, to let the light back in

They needed someone fearless, with love enough to light the dark

Only one of their number was brave enough to bear the spirits’ mark

“Young as the morning, as fierce as a twig, Aren stepped out onto the land”

He’d made his choice, to protect his people, against the dark he’d stand

And so Aren set off, alone as the sun, armed only with his love

His plan was simple; persuade the moon to make peace with the sun above

Night’s dark creatures of memories corrupted, tried to stop him on his quest

But Aren persevered, held on to love, despite fear’s every test

He scaled the greatest, northern mountain, and when he reached the top,

He called to the moon, showed her their pain, told her this night needed to stop

The moon felt remorseful, her tears fell to earth as she realized what she’d done

She crossed the sky, returning home, to find her sister sun

The moon and sun were reunited, together at long last

The sisters agreed they’d rule together, “the past was in the past**”

Their strengths combined would bring peace to the world, as the spirits had foretold

With a “yellow diamond, bright as an eye”, they made Aren a blade of gold

“Revolving moon and spinning sun forged a crescent blade

From light and dark within the heart, the burnished sword was made.

He raised it high above his head and smote the edge of land”

The curve of his blade struck the earth and carved the kingdom’s span

As he cracked the ancient, unbroken rock, Revolute began to glow

The earth’s core tremored, shaking, shifting, disrupting the water’s flow

“The sea rushed in as hidden power flowed from the gleaming sword

And shaped the rock and forest crown of the first majestic fjord!”

The people rejoiced as they came to the land and deemed it “Arendelle”

At last they’d returned, to summer’s embrace, where they’d forever dwell

“As revolving moon and spinning sun, once forged a crescent blade,***”

Forever may true love endure, “may the flags of Arendelle ever wave”

*This is a quote, but it is not stated to be in the Saga. It is the tagline of Forest of Shadows.

**This is a quote from Frozen (Let it Go to be specific), but it is not stated to be in the Saga.

***I slightly adjusted this line from what is said in the book. The direct quote is: “Revolving moon and spinning sun, forged a crescent blade.” Normally, I wouldn’t adjust the line that was directly stated, but this was only said once, by Anna, who also said “something something something something” for the first part of the next line. I’m just assuming that maybe she made a mistake with the first part she said too, since the line that she actually said is definitely in the Saga elsewhere.

[volterran-wine]

Hi hon! Hope you’re well!

How would the Volturi react to the discovery of a vampire with a very powerful gift, like this person could be a considerable threat to the Volturi if they chose to be and refuse to join them but Aro can see they have no aspirations for power or crime, they literally want to be left alone to live with their tiny coven/completely solo away from other vampires.

Would they leave this person be? Or would it be too much of a risk? I mean it’s basically like letting a stranger wander around w a nuke under their arm. What if someone attacks one of their (two only) friends and they fly off in a rage? What if they have an accident? What if they change their mind someday and decide to attack? Would they keep an eye on them? Would they try to persuade them to join? Or would they eliminate the risk and nip it in the bud? Would their age factor into it? Or their general proximity to humans (if they live in the mountains vs near a city)?

• — 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢 & 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬

Friend, as you already have mentioned; it comes down to the circumstances.

A vampire with a threatening gift will always be put under some sort of surveillance, Demetri will have to meet them so he knows where they are 24/7. If this unfortunate vampire come a little too close to our dear Romanian friends... there may be some intervention.

In general The Volturi always consider what sort of vampires are out there, threat levels are definitely a thing in the palazzo. The Cullen family was down at the bottom but has quickly rose up through the years as an example. A vampire with such a gift will probably be in the middle and would sway up and down depending on their motivations.

If Aro could look into their mind I think that would determine a lot of what The Volturi would do going forward. There would be an invitation extended for sure, and if they declined that would also be ok; though this means they probably will have to deal with being spied on. There would also be a risk assessment when it comes to their gift, like if there’s a greater risk of them exposing themselves to humanity as an example. When we get to this scenario age will also be a determining factor, for if this vampire is young and do not necessarily control their gift that is also very bad.

Depending on the situation I can see The Volturi both leaving them be and assassinating them for what they perceive to be the greater good.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

May I please request a song minific (“Love Story” with Peter or Dagger please? I’d appreciate it a lot.

aaaaaa I did Peter! and since it's just a minific I picked only my favoritest part of the song <3

DISCLAIMER: This is a (mini) songfic to the song “Love Story” by Taylor Swift! I don’t own the song, don’t claim to, and am not profiting off this piece at all.

so I sneak out to the garden to see you we keep quiet, ‘cause we’re dead if they knew so close your eyes escape this town for a little while ‘cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter and my daddy said, “stay away from Juliet” but you were everything to me I was begging you, “please don’t go”

If anyone can blame you for falling in love with a man like PETER, you think they’re all mad. They must not be able to see what you see.

Even though your house is like a prison sometimes, you make sure that you have time enough to slip away from whatever everyone else wants of you, for at least a short while every day. Those are your stolen moments, when you sit in the garden with Peter amid a few full bushes that hide the two of you from sight.

You take care now, just like always, not to make much noise. Not that he gives you a lot of choice in the matter; he wants to hear you speak, to make sounds in response to whatever he’s doing, but he knows how important it is that you don’t. He ensures that you don’t have the opportunity, stealing your words and reactions with his lips on yours.

He knows what would happen if your family found out. You’ve urged him several times in the past to stay quiet, because if anyone catches you, he’ll be in more trouble than you’ll be. None of your family, (or the rest of society, or Peter himself sometimes), can understand why you would choose someone like him. Everyone thinks he must be forcing you into something, persuading you, corrupting you.

If that’s true, then you think perhaps you want to be corrupted.

“I’m always worried when I come round,” Peter mumbles as he sits in your lap, knelt in your skirts and hands on your legs. “Wot y’r father said before? That I ain’t no good? That ‘e’d make sure I go from ‘alf a man t’ a quarter of a man if ‘e finds out I been with y’ again?”

Your hands grip his waist, more fiercely than you’ve ever held anything. “Don’t think about what he says to you. You’re my whole world, Peter. You’re not going to leave me just because he thinks you’re no good, are you? What about what I think?”

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I’ll be waiting; all there’s left to do is run you’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess it’s a love story baby, just say yes

He lays his head on your chest, looking up at you with some expression that’s a mix of longing and desire and affection and fear. You can never truly tell what he’s thinking, except what he’s told you before: he loves listening to your heartbeat. That might as well be the beginning and end of the world, as far as he’s concerned.

“Y’ know, precious… someday we’re gonna leave. We’re gonna go t’gether.” His fists bunch up your skirts. “I’ll come ‘ere someday, ‘n’ I’m jus’ gonna steal y’ from all this pretty, ‘igh-class shite. We’re gonna run away t’gether, ‘n’ there ain’t a damn thing anyone’ll be able t’ do ‘bout it.”

You rest your cheek against the top of his head. You try to imagine what a life like that is going to be like. Perhaps not easy, not like your life is now. What else could you ever want, though, aside from someone who loves you so deeply he’d spirit you away from everything you’ve ever known? Who else could love you that much?

Your hands squeeze his waist. “You should do it sooner rather than later, my love. It feels like the longer I stay, the more everyone tries to push me toward other people. Everyone keeps telling me that I’m not in love with you, not really. I’d give anything to stop hearing people saying they know my heart better than I do.”

A low chuckle makes his whole body shake. “Bunch’a bloody idiots.” You can feel his desperate touch through every layer of fabric, as if he’s reaching straight through to your skin. “I should take y’ with me right now. Y’ wouldn’t ‘afta listen t’ anyone spoutin’ stupid nonsense ever again.”

“… You should take me.” You suddenly pull away, looking him dead in the eyes. It comes out so fast you don’t have time to overthink it, so real that you don’t think you’ve ever meant to say anything else more. “Why not tonight? I’m ready to leave. I don’t care if it’s going to be hard, I don’t care what anyone else thinks…”

You let your hands drift down to his. “I just want to be with you.”

He falls silent for a moment, then pushes himself up to press a kiss to your lips. He doesn’t draw back until you both are drowning in the need for air.

In between gasps of breath, he says, “T’night, then, precious. I’ll come get y’ t’night.”

Romeo, save me ― they’re trying to tell me how to feel this love is difficult, but it’s real don’t be afraid; we’ll make it out of this mess it’s a love story baby, just say yes.

[flamingskull28]

Here are the two new characters and the other half of the misfits (if I could draw, they would look different. maybe someday I will post what they look like in more detail. Also, I may add more things to their descriptions as the story progresses.)

Tony

Born and raised in inkopolis, he grew up in house by the pier. He was always labeled as a problem child due to his desires to be "cool" in the eyes of others leading him to adopt a Greaser like aesthetic and tone. When he got into high school, he found a group of like-minded people who, all together, became a major menace to the local area. Vandalism, shoplifting etc, they even made a "gang" which was just them but with an edgy name. Overtime they got into more and more trouble and began to do more than petty crimes. muggings, breaking and entering, and actual crimes. Tony, trying to fit in, went along with this even having to serve a month in juvey for assault. After a while, he began to back pedal on the "gang" idea after seeing how they weren't 'cool' they were just criminals. But despite his attempts to persuade his friends, they stayed on their path and pressured him into staying as well. He reluctantly did so, not wanting to be alone with no friends, despite the pleads of his parents. When the octolings started coming to the surface, he noticed that his friends were incredibly racist to them. Always singling them out and mocking them, with everything else they were doing it started to break him, not wanting to have no friends but not wanting to be a part of the gang. One day he spotted them cornering an octoling girl and mocking her, for how she looked, who she was, telling her that her kind should go back underground. eventually trying to beat her up, having enough he steps in and defends her. His "friends" don't take kindly to this and attack him. He tells the octoling to run but to his surprise, she begins beating seven bells out of them. He joins her in fending them off, still being surprised that someone being backed into a corner a few seconds ago was now fighting like a soldier. After the gang ran off and they began talking, she thanked him for (trying) to help her and told him her name was Vanessa. They became friends after this, hanging out and playing turf together (he was also surprised by her combat ability's there too) and making his fear of having no friend's a distant memory he also begins to develop feelings for her but fears losing the friendship so doesn't confess.

Age:16

Weapon: heavy splatting

personality: a mix of outgoing and laidback, with a "it is what it is" look on most things and a but childish.

fun facts:

He forced the accent he has so much, it became how he talked.

barely passing high school (its summer currently so he doesn't have to worry about that right now)

Has an octarin tattoo on his shoulder, Vanessa told him it meant "warrior of the shadows." but it actually means "Mark of the gullible fool" (she thought it was funny to trick him, which it is)

does community service to try and make up for some of his time in the gang.

basically, my only character on good standing with their parents

Will eat almost anything you give him

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Vanessa

Backstory: [REDACTED] please contact an official with class 8 access to view this file.

Age: 16

Weapon: splattershot

Personality: a bit shy to most but can quickly open up. Is the type with deep thoughts and a lot to say. Loves gossip.

Fun facts:

Is a super fan of off the hook, has almost all their merch and a signed copy of ebb and flow (oddly enough she will refuse to go to any fan meet and greet or backstage event where the band is. She refuses to talk about why)

Is a near master of hand-to-hand combat and stealth.

Loves anything strawberry flavored

Is an only child, but is unable to contact her parents since they stayed underground. (..... well that's the official story.)

Hates salty stuff

she is trans but is not public about it

[abugwritesstuff]

Prince and Consort Dad/Family Headcanons Pt 3

here it is: the valets version of this post! i've got jasper (bleh), knight, tino, grayson, and thoma! thoma doesn't have a route atm but fingers crossed for someday 🤞🏻 anyways, please enjoy this final installment lol

jasper 

no

get this man away from children 

maybe he has an illegitimate kid somewhere in the world idk

ugh but anyway-

he might be surprised? but mostly i feel like he’d be somewhat smug about the news that she’s pregnant. 

i feel like he’d almost gloat about it to guy, specifically. like oh she’s yours? yeah i don’t think so lmao 

he’d probably be fairly confident and practical about things. i don’t think he’d  be one to be nervous or freak out really. 

he may have knocked her up on purpose. like, without her being aware. i’m sorry but that just feels like a jasper thing to do, given his whole route being… how it is. 

ugh god

i don’t like himmmmmmm

would he be a good dad? hm

not really

i mean he could be worse i guess 

but i feel like while he’d be incredibly competent at caring for them when he did, he would also be kind of hands off a lot of the time. like. i feel like jasper is sexist and so to him, taking care of children is a job for MC. 

he’d have really high expectations for his kids and would be a bit scary when they failed at things.

idk man 

i don’t like the idea of jasper procreating

one jasper is enough (perhaps too many, even)

starting a get-jasper-a-vasectomy petition rn 

knight 

omg

similar to dia, had no real image of himself doing this and is thus ?????? the entire time 

hears that mc’s pregnant and PANICS 

he doesn’t even remember having a dad, let alone seeing anybody else have a decent dad. the only dad he can think of is king gilbert which uhhhhhhhh. no. 

toa gives him books and tells him to take a class probably 

(toa: you're upset? this seems like a time for homework)

knight is just so high strung the entire time (but he does read the books) 

hovers over mc the entire time, trying to keep her comfortable and fed and rested and whatnot 

faints at the birth but comes to before the kid’s out 

basically holds his kid like she’s made of glass for the first several months and then he starts to kind of get it

from then he’s mr. proud dad, shows off his kid like yeah, look what we did 😎 

i think they’d have like three girls, one single and a set of twins, and a while later, one boy

this puts knight even more out of his element because not only was marriage and fatherhood outside of his expectations but little girls are something he especially has no experience with 

but he’s very good with them

indulges them HEAVILY because this bitch cannot say no to any of these little blue eyed babies 

lots of letting his girls dress him up at tea parties and the like 

coming to work with stray glitter and stickers on his outfits on occasion 

falls asleep with them in their room while tucking them in, mc comes in and he’s sprawled out asleep with the kids laying on him 

their boy is a surprise addition but knight is fucking THRILLED 

the girls have gotten older and independent and he’s fucking pumped to have another little buddy around 

he enjoys being a dad, having a family- he hasn’t always had one so he doesn’t take it for granted and tries to be the kind of parent he’d liked to have had 

i luv him

tino

oh you thought you’d seen tino panic before? no. this bitch goes genuinely out of his mind.

he’s very happy but practically vibrating with anxiety. hardly sleeps after hearing the news, stays up all night trying to plan for the baby like he’s cramming for an exam 

hovers over mc to an unreasonable degree

“b-but what if while you’re in town you get distracted and you trip on a loose cobblestone and you injure yourself and…” 

“tino…. i love you but please.”

takes a bit of persuading before he learns to calm down (kinda)

when the mc goes into labor he somehow manages to rally that anxiety into action and is fairly helpful, though he’s obviously in a puddle of guilt and worry the entire time 

tino cries when all his children are born. cries a lot. thanks mc profusely, apologizes for the pain, etc 

having been mr. mom for lynt helps him with baby and kid stuff obviously 

he’s probably the most actively involved, to such an extent that the mc is like, “damn let me take care of our child too tf 😒”

tino can’t breastfeed (obviously) and he apologizes for this inadequacy because he would help if he could 😩

tino, like dia, runs around with a baby strapped to him pretty often

running around to find young master with a baby in the carrier

i think tino has three sons 

marriage and fatherhood helps tino grow more of a backbone- like he’s been protecting people before but the experience makes him more proactive about things

like given his experiences with daan he’s very careful to ensure that his children know how to treat others and how they should be treated

as for that whole head-valet thing with his family, when tino is in charge the expectations are very different. much less pressure, more emphasis on playing to people’s strengths rather than grooming an heir into the position. he encourages his boys to pursue their passions 

tino as a dad cries at literally all of their major milestones. first steps, first haircut, first day of school, first time riding a bike, etc etc. this embarrasses them a bit but hey. that’s just tino. 

all of tino’s sons somehow end up even taller than him. simply gigantic boys. they make him look short. 

akedians all just have the cutest goddamn families i swear 

AHHHHH

grayson 

okay so similarly to hawke: if the baby’s unplanned and before getting married, he’s proposing immediately

i think he’d be even more upset with himself because like- 

grayson is fairly traditional in my mind. like he’d feel like he committed some kind of grave sin against mc if she’s pregnant before they’re married

i think it’d take some convincing from mc for him to stop beating himself up about it. like no forreal i’m happy grayson pls 🥲

i think they’d have a wedding real fast at that church on the hill, yknow the one 

i remember that grayson lost his dad as a kid and his uncle stepped in until he died (?), so grayson has some idea of what to do- but i think he’d be feeling that lack of role model and would probably, despite his professionalism, be visibly stressed 

i can see roy and sherry organizing to help him, cheer him up, encourage him a little

sherry bakes him some horrifying scones to make him feel better and the gesture works even if the baked goods... don’t 

i can see roy’s dad (forgetting his name lol) giving him some advice about raising kids. very cute 10/10

grayson, like dia, would be very protective and would probably have his hand on the bump as often as possible 

i think as time went on he’d get very emotionally invested, very attached 

trying to talk through her stomach to the baby at night 

cute cute cute 

rubs mc’s back and feet, runs her baths- basically becomes her valet as well 

he’s a good one 

anyways i think it’d be a girl, that first one 

he is absolutely wrapped around her finger forever. he is a giant softie and at time a little bit of a pushover with all his kids tbh 

i can see them maybe having three or four? i think the rest would be boys 

he would be very happy as a dad, i think. i think he’d absolutely love it. he’d adore his family like nothing else

i can see that firstborn of his being tenacious and wild when little, i think he’d earn a couple gray hairs with her 

i don’t have much else to say other than that i think he’s made for this shit, forreal. gold star dad-ing outta this one 

thoma

i wish i knew more about him but alas

i think he’d also be one of the most actively involved of the dads

his and rio’s kids growing up like cousins just running rampant all over the place

i think maybe he’d have two or three kids biologically, but from what i remember he was an orphan so it really wouldn’t shock me if they end up taking in a lot of children from the orphanage

when he hears mc’s pregnant, no matter if they planned it or if it was a surprise, he’d be massively excited and pumped but secretly pretty terrified 

very helpful the whole time and does not let that anxiety show to anyone, except maybe he would confide in teto? i feel like teto would give good advice. my assumption is that the voleri family has just a shit ton of children in it so teto would know about babies and could give well informed reassurances. rio probably couldn’t lol

i feel like he'd be a very encouraging partner and parent. like he'd cheer his kids on so much, just 110% in their corner and wanting them to thrive and succeed no matter what they do

he's a cutie for sure

[sheydim]

major cw for being a major downer lol

not to be depressing. but it's hard to see a point in living given the state of things right now. they just keep getting worse and worse and people burn out and get apathetic REAL quick

so many people dying in palestine and.. the needle is absolutely moving on that!! but not quickly enough. we have to keep pushing regardless. but it's hard to feel hope. and what about all the suffering everywhere else in the world?? sudan. the congo. if this number of people starving and being blown up isn't enough to move enough hearts, what is?

if covid's mass death and disabling wasn't (isn't!) enough to make enough people give a shit, what the fuck Would be? covid alone destroyed a lot of my faith in others. most of us apparently will not look out for each other. even when it's easy.

everyone on my dash is poor and crowdfunding. disaster after disaster and never enough aid to truly get out of the hole. if this amount of poverty and homelessness isn't enough -- what is?

democracy as we know it in the states is truly on the verge of cracking, if we're at risk of an actual dictatorship -- and if we look at the supreme court and the overturning of roe v. wade, too. uhhhhhh shit is really, really bad. and on the fast-track to getting worse. and it's that or genocide joe??? and either way the bombs drop abroad and the rights get eroded here and we're all in debt?

anddd labor sucks right now! we don't have jobs or we get paid near nothing. the working class is divided and a lot of people are persuaded that siding with bigotry will solve their problems. and we all know most of us are not going to have anything to retire on. if we even live til then. if we're not all climate refugees by then. because there's not even winter anymore?? every summer there is now horrible air quality, and where i live, there are biblical storms.

oh, and being trans also sucks ass right now. i made it a decade in. and i am really proud of that! but we're surrounded by enemies, hurting each other on the regular, and the petty (and critical) pains of everyday transphobia never stop.

oh... and being jewish sucks right now. enough said. the pain is unspeakable.

every other fucking thing that sucks. the enshittification and privatization of the internet that we all rely on, and KOSA and mastercard etc. mass misinfo that gets worse and worse thanks to misuse of AI. deepfakes. police brutality and pipelines. gentrification -- and the fact that where i live, a lot of the gentrifiers came here bc they got priced out of their original area. the price of everything!! the idea that somehow i will have to get money together to care for my aging parents, when the time comes.

sigh.

i really struggle not to be a doomer. i believe we don't need to feel hope to keep acting as though there is. but while i'm alive for love and for spite, i don't really want to be, a lot of the time.

i don't know how long i can keep trying to live for the ocean, and the hope of an eventual cat and garden, and the perfect cup of matcha, and even the joy of waking up next to my favorite person on earth every day. i'm trying to enjoy these things while fearing they may be taken away at any time. it feels like pure denial just trying to survive each week.

it's so bad right now. and what if this is the good part?... what if someday when i'm old, this is a paradise compared to where we all end up?

how do y'all keep going to work every day? oh yeah. bc we die if we don't. bc our loved ones can't pay the rent if we die.

y'all, i'm so tired.

could i actually improve any of this? could enough of us do that? or should i start planning ahead in case i need to "check out".

[kittykittyhunter]

The Close

On Friday 12 March 2004, I made an account on fanfiction.net and used the nickname kittykittyhunter for the very first time.

ff.net was the first place where I ‘existed’ online.  I uploaded a fanfic the same day I joined – a poem about Dark Magician Girl from Yu-Gi-Oh! – but later deleted it out of embarrassment.  Over the years, I went on to upload and delete a fair few works for similar reasons: a sense of awkwardness over my earnestness, recognising too many gaping holes in my writing and just… pruning my account when I failed to finish multi-chap stories.  I made some wonderful friends through the site, one of whom remains a precious presence in my life.

Now, my ff.net is an archive my stories for The Prince of Tennis (the ones featuring the Echizen family, anuway). I’m happy with it staying like that. Then, sometime in 2006, I joined deviantART:

dA taught me a lot about writing.  Suddenly, I was exposed to extremely talented and versatile writers; I understood what it meant to be part of writing communities and give meaningful feedback.  (I utilised these skills during writing workshops at university several years later – by that point, it was natural for me to pinpoint, celebrate and help to refine aspects of a piece.) Only one of my deviations is still visible; I placed the others in storage mostly, once again, due to feeling embarrassed by my earnestness and skill level.  Nevertheless, I am proud of what I achieved on the site – I received through two Daily Deviations, features that were largely coveted in the writing community (I know that I wanted one for years!), and the attention that those works got gave me the confidence to think that yes, perhaps I was a decent writer, perhaps it was not a mistake to think that I might publish books someday. I certainly fell short on some fronts on dA... however, I think it may be time to forgive myself and perhaps, one day, I can make amends. The most important habit that deviantART inspired in me was this:

A few people I looked up to had a saying: “Comments over faves.”  Written feedback meant much, much more than simply pressing the little star-shaped 'Favourite' button – and that’s something I carried across to tumblr, to some extent.  I use replies pretty liberally here, talking to people who may not want to hear from a complete stranger.  Even so, I definitely want to get better at tagging the artwork I reblog – I know there’s nothing like reading an explosion of feelings under your work. Once again, I met some incredible friends through deviantART.  I’ve had the wonderful privilege of being able to meet some of my online friends in real life.  It’s a very special feeling to be able to embrace someone you’ve lovingly sent texts, emails and letters to.

Then, on Sunday 30 January 2011, my friend succeeded in persuading me to make a tumblr account.  I suppose that I didn’t really know what to expect from tumblr; however, I fell for the site quickly and now, I can’t imagine having an online presence on any other social media platform, even with the various issues tumblr has had during recent months. I accidentally deleted my original blog in 2020.  I lost approximately 36,000 posts.  I oscillated between feeling distraught and relieved; I despaired at losing a lot of memories and work but, at the same time, was grateful that this meant I wouldn’t subject myself to the laborious task of going through the entirety of my archive and re-tagging my posts for uniformity.  I can be ridiculously pedantic about things like that – so it was good that the option was taken from me. I still haven’t quite connected with the writing communities on tumblr – but I know that there are a lot of skilled writers here. There are a few authors I deeply admire; I would love to get to know them.

Bizarrely, I joined AO3 on Thursday 12 March 2020 – exactly 16 years after I’d joined ff.net. AO3… I had a lot of plans for this site (including a fanfic list as long as my arm) but, somehow, I could never really warm to the layout… I’m a real elitist and have issues with using/joining sites that are ‘ugly’.  And, while I’ve received some comments on AO3, it is largely a pretty quiet and passive experience – readers come and go and leave a fly-by kudos and, as a writer, that’s not so satisfying. I'm not inspired to upload work there. I might still post the occasional fic (though I’d prefer to spend my time writing original works, sometimes, the allure of fanfiction is pretty powerful), but it won’t be through AO3 – and it won’t be under the moniker of kittykittyhunter. It’s been 20 years.  20 years of brilliant memories and friendships – 20 years where I’ve learnt a lot about myself, others and the world at large.  But I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I’ve decided that it is time to retire kittykittyhunter.  Ultimately, I think want people to associate KKH with the writing that I’ve shared online up until now, so this blog, too, will be an archive of my poetry and prose. It feels strange.  Surreal.  I’ve associated myself with the name kittykittyhunter for so long that it seems as though I’m losing something momentous – like the process of reinventing myself, this time, will be far more arduous than it has been in the past.  I don’t know what kind of reception I will get.  Yet, over the years, I’ve also come to align myself with the phoenix – one who reemerges, again and again, stronger and brighter. My blog icon comes from the Yu-Gi-Oh! card ‘A Feather of the Phoenix’. Isn't it funny that these things are so cyclical? I pray that a good path is meant for me. Thank you to everyone who has been with me up until now: your love and generosity has meant the world.

[ifidiedinadream]

Bless you for taking BC prompts! I've loved your writing ever since 🥺💜

So, may I request some Joonas x Reader X Joel!?

Where Joonas and Joel are "sharing" the reader, but their wildest fantasy is to have a threesome with both of them and they try to make it happen somehow?!

Maybe even for a gender neutral or fm reader?

(Absolutely okay if you don't feel comfortable with that!) I'll read it anyway 😘

I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG LIAM hopefully you'll like this enough to forgive me 💕💕

When you tell Joonas, it's with your stomach full and a glass of red wine in hand. 

It's date night and he invited you over. He prepared a lavish dinner for you and wore one of his best outfits. It's a lovely night, far from over - you still have to consume the main course and it has nothing to do with food. 

Joonas' hand is sliding up your thigh as he's sitting so close to you his body heat is warming you up. He isn't kissing you (your mouth occupied with the rim of the glass), but you can tell his parted lips are yearning for yours. 

"Baby," you say instead after taking a sip of wine. "There's something I wanna talk to you about… a suggestion." 

He sits back, alert and curious but not preoccupied. "What is it?" 

"You know how… Joel and I also… we -" 

"Yeah, of course," he says. 

"And like I was thinking that maybe someday we could… all together…" you're eyeing the wine in your glass, spinning in circles from an imperceptible movement of your wrist. You take a deep breath. "Like, I was thinking about having sex with you and him at the same time." 

Your face is hot, and as much as you'd like to blame the alcohol, you just can't fool yourself. You fail to look at his face. 

"A threesome?" you hear him ask. 

"Yeah, I guess." 

"Naughty," Joonas says, voice teasing. You lift your gaze then, even more embarrassed, but in his face there's fondness behind the more evident amusement. "I'm game."  

"You are?" 

You knew persuading Joonas wouldn't be a problem. He's curious by nature, if not a little hedonistic; he's self assured and wouldn't turn down some extra spice. 

"Hell yeah I am," he confirms. "Have you talked to Joel already?" 

Now, that's something that could become a problem. Behind Joel's cool, aloof facade there's a man who's a bit insecure at times, and it's not like he minds you dating Joonas as well, but sometimes you get the feeling he wishes you weren't. 

Not because he's jealous, but because he fears you could draw comparisons. 

He never talks about it (probably knows it's all in his head and doesn't want to put any pressure on you) but you could pick it up quite early in the relationship. And you've been doing some thinking… 

"Not yet," you say. 

"You think he'll say yes?" Joonas asks, a bit unsure himself. They're best friends after all. 

You shrug, letting him know you share his doubts. "It might take some convincing," you say. "But I wanna try." 

*** 

When you tell Joel, it's after sex. 

Some great, restless sex, you've actually been going at it since you woke up this morning. You think it's the perfect time - there's no way he feels inadequate now, after he made you scream all day. Still, you'll be cautious, careful to choose the right words. 

"Babe," you say, head on his chest after his heartbeat has evened out from the last orgasm. The sweat is drying on his skin. "There's something I wanna try." 

He doesn't answer verbally, just delicately touches the bottom part of your face, searching for your chin to lift it up. 

"It has to do with Joonas, if it's okay that I bring him up." 

You've had this conversation before - he'd said it's fine, but given the nature of your request, you reckon it's better to pick the careful way. 

"Sure, what about him?" 

"Would you be down for a threesome?" 

You were already looking at him but you raise your head now to see him better. His eyes are wide. 

"M - me, you and Joonas?" he asks. You bring a hand to the side of his face, hoping it'll soothe him. 

"Yeah," you say. "It's been my wildest fantasy for quite some time… but, you know, you don't have to say yes, I totally understand if you feel uncomfortable." 

"Is it - is it 'cause I don't give you enough on my own?" Joel asks. You predicted it, but can't help but widen your eyes at him. How can he think so after today? 

"Absolutely not, darling," you tell him, voice calm. "You give me everything. I just think it'd be extremely hot, having both my boyfriends on my body at the same time." 

A shiver runs down your spine at the mere thought. Joel looks pensive. 

"There's nothing I want more than to please you," Joel mutters, gaze low. "But I'll most likely freak out if I hear you moan louder at something Joonas does… I know myself. I hate being like this but -" 

"Hush," you cut him off, finger on his lips. "There's nothing wrong with who you are. That's why I'm saying it's okay if you say no. I won't be mad, it's just a fantasy after all! And sex should feel good for everyone involved." 

"But I wanna make all your fantasies come true!" 

You lean in and kiss him gently, grateful that he's so thoughtful of your needs. "I actually thought that it could help our relationship," you say when you pull away. "I know you see a threat in Joonas when it comes to sex. It's totally unjustified and maybe a threesome could show you that I enjoy the two of you equally… or rather: differently, but an equal amount." 

He's lowered his eyes again, a blush adorning cheekbones and nose. He looks adorable and you can't help but smile. 

"Maybe you're right," he says. "We can give it a try but - but -" 

"We can stop at any time if you feel like it's becoming too much for you. I'm sure Joonas will understand too." 

Joel nods; he trusts his friend. You search for his eyes, cupping his face in both hands when they're looking into yours. 

"You can think about it," you say earnestly. "You don't have to answer now. And if you decide you wanna do this, we can discuss negotiations to make it as comfortable as possible for you. Okay?" 

He nods, a faint but sweet smile playing on his lips. 

*** 

A couple of weeks pass without either Joonas or Joel mentioning it again. You don't want to put pressure on Joel so you don't bring it up, and it makes no sense to talk about it with Joonas if Joel still hasn't made up his mind. 

You're supposed to stay at Joel's place today. It was an exhausting day at work and you can't wait to be in his arms, but as soon as you open the front door a distinct ruckus makes you think you'll have to change your plans. 

Is there anyone else in the house? 

Joel's voice is loud from across the house (is he in the bedroom?), he sounds upset or maybe nervous. Someone else is speaking quietly, so much so that you can't recognize the voice, and it seems like they're trying to calm Joel down. 

You walk over to the bedroom then, curious as to what is going on. What you see makes your jaw drop. 

Both your boyfriends on Joel's double bed, Joonas totally naked, Joel with only his underwear on. Joonas is sitting across from him, talking to him patiently, while Joel is blushing hard and pouting, saying things like, No, I don't need a safeword! This isn't fucking BDSM, and Oh God they're gonna dump me so fucking hard after this and you're gonna ridicule me forever, to which Joonas just sighs and facepalms. 

You clear your throat so that they acknowledge your presence. They turn in your direction, silent now. 

"Uhm, hey, baby," Joonas says. "This was supposed to be a sexy sight but I reckon it must be everything but." 

"What's going on here?" you ask. 

"Remember the threesome thing?" Joonas says. "Well… surprise, I guess." 

You can't help but snort; the sight is indeed more silly than it is sexy. Still, something twists inside you, making you forget about the stressful day altogether.  

Before you can forsake yourself to lust though, there's one thing you need to make sure of. You walk over to Joel and sit down next to him, trying not to glance at his chest and groan at how broad it is, maintaining your eyes locked with his instead. 

"Joel, baby?" you say. "Are you sure you're okay with this? You know we don't have to." 

"Yes… yes," he says. "Joonas and I talked a lot during the past two weeks. I'm ready to do this now." 

You look at him earnestly because his words are convincing but his face is not. 

"I mean this," he says. "I'll just… stop you if it gets overwhelming. My desire to make you happy is stronger than any fear I may have." 

"Oh, love," you say and kiss him. "I appreciate it so much. You know Joonas and I will never judge you; you know you have nothing to prove, don't you?" 

Joel nods and smiles. It's like your kiss gave him all the strength he needed. 

It's Joel who leans in now, connecting his lips to yours. You let yourself melt into the kiss and then a pair of hands is on your shoulders from behind, peeling off your jacket. You turn around and kiss Joonas, letting Joel pick up where he left off and undress you. 

So it begins. 

When you’re naked, your mouth still on Joonas', you rest your hand on Joel's cock through the fabric of his boxer briefs. He's getting hard quickly. 

You abandon yourself to their touch immediately, lips hands and bodies, and it’s a lot - the sensations doubled and there’s no way you can keep a clear head. That’s how you find yourself on all fours, with no memory of how you ended up like this - Joonas is in front of you on his knees, erect cock creating two 45 degree angles with his legs and with his upper body. You look at it and then at his face, flushed even though you just started, until a strong, intense sensation blooms in the lower half of your body. 

Joel has shoved himself inside you from behind, making you hiss at the sudden feeling. Joonas is smiling down at you, loving to see you in such a state. He wastes no time guiding his cock to your mouth, and you happily take it in. 

“Is this what you thought it’d feel like, having both of us inside you, baby?” Joonas asks on a waning moan. 

You don’t let go of him as you nod at the best of your capabilities. Joonas smirks; Joel, who had kept still, starts moving into you. 

Before you can start blowing Joonas in earnest, Joel’s thrusts knock the air out of your lungs, making you whine irresistibly around Joonas’ cock. Joonas grabs at the back of your head forcefully then, having loved the feeling and definitely wanting more. And obviously it comes, because Joel keeps on fucking you, hard and good, and your throat just lets out sounds and vibrations on its own accord. 

“Fuck, Joel,” Joonas says, “keep fucking them like this, it feels fucking incredible.” 

“Yeah?” Joel asks, breathless. “Are you enjoying it, baby?” 

You let go of Joonas’ cock then, with the intention of answering Joel, but at that moment he starts rocking his hips faster, making you bite your lips so hard you almost draw blood. Your watery eyes are closed and you miss the chance to catch a glimpse of Joonas’ face now that you’re far enough from his body to be able to see it. His hand is back on your head instantly, bringing you back where he wants you. You distantly think that Joel seems to have forgotten his doubts and insecurities and you’re happy about it. 

You suck Joonas off, can barely tell his and Joel’s moans apart. Your throat is welcoming of him, used to his shape and size, just like your lower body is used to Joel’s cock and his way of fucking. Together it’s inebriating, something more than just the sum of its parts; and it gets even stronger the longer it lasts, the closer your orgasm gets. Both know you so both can tell when you’re close, and you almost expect them to switch positions for some reason, but it doesn’t happen; they keep doing what they’re doing instead, only urging you to be good and come for the both of them with soft, breathy voices broken by moans. 

Their voices alone would be enough to push you over the edge, but Joel’s dick is right there to help you reach that point faster. He’s fucking you even harder now, his balls hitting the back of your ass with every thrust, strong hands gripping your waist firmly for leverage. You drop Joonas’ cock when you come, groaning loudly as your whole body shakes, jolts of pleasure coursing through your system like electricity. When Joel comes as well, his moans are distinct, but you’re so sore down there that you barely feel his cum fill you up. 

You let yourself fall to your face, exhausted and panting; Joel takes himself out and you feel empty but satisfied. 

“Babyboy?” Joonas says quietly. Your eyes open with difficulty, still overwhelmed by your orgasm; a certain tiredness has dawned upon you. 

“Mh?” you answer. 

“Can I finish inside?” 

You find yourself snorting blissfully, as if high. You nod and Joonas goes behind you, taking Joel’s place. 

He starts fucking you; it’s hard right from the start but you’re so overstimulated that you’re barely feeling it. Joel is now sitting in front of you, looking flushed and sweaty in his recovering state, absolutely gorgeous; he reaches out to gently touch your face and you smile. 

“You’re amazing,” Joel says softly, all but only mouthing it. You grab his hand and squeeze it just as you feel and hear Joonas come, his body, attached to yours, shaking and writhing. Joel squeezes your hand back, grateful - the squeeze telling you everything you need to know. You’re happy and relieved. 

When all of you have recovered, you find yourself lying in bed between the two of them, Joonas having asked if you and Joel are both alright, both answers being positive. 

“I don’t know what I expected,” Joel remarks, “but it definitely wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.” 

“We told you,” Joonas says. “Always making a fuss about the normalest of things.” 

“Normalest?” Joel asks. 

“Yeah… come on. You’d do it again if given the chance, wouldn’t you?” 

“I… yeah.” 

You turn to Joonas and you both chuckle. 

“Of course,” Joonas says, before leaning in and kissing you. You sigh in the kiss, holding Joel’s hand on the other side. 

You feel so loved. 

[sillycoffeewizard]

Hi everyone, and this is part 2 of my post with headcanons and theories about John Titor!!!

I want to add some more reflections! I've taken my past post with theories and the comments underneath it as a base. Perhaps...it will cause your brain to explode, but my imaginations have really run wild and I want to share it!

This only applies to the game universe! There are a lot of history references in "reverse: 1999", and I think the theories have a place

"Time Traveler" started posting on the forums in the 2000s, and John Titor (the character) was born in 1970. By the year 2000, she would have to be around 30 years old. She may have invented a time machine herself (I do believe in her genius), or she may have used her abilities as an arcanist to travel many years into the future. She saw all the horror going on in the world and wanted to do what she could to prevent a lot of global disasters, so she traveled to the year 2000 and started posting on forums in her own name to warn people about what might happen in the future while hiding her identity. And she talks about how the future is crazy because she saw all the chaos with her own eyes. She may have kept a diary while in the far future and described all the events she witnessed

Given the possibility that John Titor was able to build a time machine herself as a teenager, or at least a prototype of one, we can assume that she time-traveled to the future as an experiment to evaluate the performance of her invention. Some person whose name is unknown persuaded her to share the blueprints, calculations, and the like, and then simply used them, traveling to the year 2000 and beginning to post on forums under the name John Titor, which he took as a nickname

Let's assume that John Titor, the soldier and time traveler really existed (we're not talking about the character). He claimed that he wanted to save the world from disasters and destruction, to prevent the spread of a cyber virus, and for this purpose he needed a special computer with which to make a system rollback. What if the IBM 5100 device, of which our girl has a prototype, was ideal for this purpose? Then he, perhaps having learned from historical records about the existence of this computer, traveled back in time to get it. However, the original invention was in great secrecy by decree of the authorities and was available for use only to people of high status or very rich. After some time, the time traveler met John Titor (she probably has a completely different name), whose computer or instructions for assembling it he was free to use. He developed a relationship with her (no romance), teaching her various things, telling her about the future, and just spending time with her. He may have been the one who took her for a ride in his Corvette 1966 and she traveled to the distant future. After seeing the chaos in the world, she agreed to help the time traveler and gave him her IBM 5100 prototype (or the instructions to build it) so he could save humanity. In gratitude, he gave her his badge, which serves as a symbol of distinction in a military organization. The girl was very inspired by this man, which is why she keeps the badge with her. She also took the name John Titor because she was a genius engineer like him, and perhaps the ride on the Corvette really impressed her and she dreams of riding it again someday

That's it!!! Just a reminder that I make no claim to canon, these are just my theories and speculation! I really enjoy thinking and speculating about my favorite character, and it's fun for me to dive into it. I'm always open to constructive criticism and discussion!

[finniestoncrane]

I want to congratulate you on such a large number of followers ^^

However, Finnie, if you don't fulfill this request, please write about it right away so that I know and don't wait

At first I wanted to choose another option from the list, but now I have read better what option number 9 is. So I guess I should tell you about myself

So. I love both drawing and writing, but I do the latter better, but I plan to become more skilled and improve my skill to a higher level in the first. In fact, I plan to make a living someday by drawing commissions to order. There are many people among my entourage who earn money from this.

I have had many hobbies in different periods of my life. As a result, at the moment, I am well versed in astronomy, paleontology, mythology of different cultures and countries (and I can tell many stories from legends and fairy tales of my country), biology and ornithology (I know a lot about birds, if you show me a photo of a bird, most likely I will remember at least the name of its species, and this is not bragging, but a statement of fact).

I really love things related to fantasy and science fiction, and my writing interest also falls mainly on these things. I prefer these directions in both computer and board games. A board game and the ability to create a character for it completely to your liking, and then play, may be one of the ways to persuade me to come to a meeting in reality. Also, a certain mixture of fantasy and science fiction can be called one of the genres of my work. Unfortunately or not, I also have a habit of playing online games.

I would call myself a very affectionate (but only with those who are really close to me) person who can give the one I love hugs, warm words or a kiss, just passing by. And sometimes - and just coming from another room just for this. However, at some moments I may have problems with rage control, although I try to solve them. I try to help those who are close to me, both with ideas and with psychological support. I would call laziness my main drawback. Sometimes I joke, but I do it with varying success - when it's funny, when it's not. However, some of my jokes may be vulgar, although I use this kind of humor only in the closest environment or with those who, as I know for sure, will appreciate this humor. I consider pride and self-esteem to be a very important thing, and I don't like it when someone humiliates themself or demands self-deprecating behavior from others. However, I have a bit of social phobia, and it's hard for me to approach people and get to know them first. The same applies to communication on the Internet, perhaps that's why I mostly write somewhere anonymously XD In addition, I may have a very strong fear that people will never accept me because of some things that make me a secretive and distrustful (and also prone to some paranoia) personality. I'm quite secretive and don't always show what I really think.

I don't like people who don't know how to think, who blindly believe what someone tells them, as well as those who think only in stereotypes. Also, I don't like it when someone judges a person only by they origin, gender and all that.

As a joint pastime, I prefer watching some movies, cartoons or anime on the Internet, or computer games, or reading. But I also like walking… and discussion of creativity. Mine or someone else's- it doesn't matter. I like to share ideas and come up with my own.

In reality, I am female, and I prefer to talk about myself in the feminine gender. I am shorter than the norm for women, and I have a tendency to a plump physique.

English is not my native language, but I hope I have written everything clearly.

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: pls be kind to him he's just a little puppy ;-; 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

so first of all, the improvement of skill and dedication to that is something that is so him, he seems to strive to be better in his life

a widely knowledgeable mind would be so interesting for him, since he seems to be a bit of a loner, or someone who enjoys stayign indoors. it would be nice to have someone who can talk to him about anything and everything to keep him entertained

i think board games would be a huge thing for him, fo rthe same reasons as above, just something simple and quiet he can do with a partner, exercise his creativity and be able to indulge in being someone else in a fantasy for a while

physical affection, especially light displays of it constantly throughout the day, would be so important to him, and would be so appreciated by him. it would mean a lot to him to be reminded that you care for him

he would definitely understand the rage control issues, and would be so keen to help and support you through those moments like you would do with him and others

i don't think bane would ever consider laziness a drawback, especially not this version. all he wants is just some peace and quiet and someone to indulge him in that lazing around softly all day kind of life would be ideal

he doesn't really express any sort of sense of humour, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have one, it just means that he would probably find you funny regardless of what you were saying because at least you're trying!

the paranoia and the acceptance are issues he deals with too, it's hard when you have enemies, threats and a history that lends itself to needing to watch your back, but he'd feel safe around you and would hope you would feel the same way around him, and same with social shyness, he's not a very loud person and would go out of his way to avoid having to be around people, but i'm sure together you can make it easier for each other

for him, being yourself and faithful to your own morals and beliefs are so important, as well as not believing everything you hear about someone, there's always another side to a story

ok so someone shorter than him is always going to be the case, but he likes that, feeling like the big, strong protector of his partner. and i have hc'd for a while that he definitely prefers a thicker body to hold on to