#i'd love to be like...a lot more enthusiastic going forward

[not-poignant]

It's that time of year again! Hammered out a modest (for me) word count of 472k over the year, with December's reflecting my overall burnout. Finished Falling Falling Stars, started another story to get addicted to (Underline the Black and friends), and overall it's been a great year for emotionally authentic writing! (My yearly wordcount does not include: worldbuilding, outlining, planning, multiple drafts (only the first draft of a chapter is included), or half-chapters since I *only* count completed chapters. It's a bit unconventional, but having a monthly wordcount where I only count completed chapters has been working for me for years now!)

This has been the first year in a little while that I haven't hit 500k, which I think reflects both a desire to spend more time relaxing and resting between writing, but also being absolutely smashed with a lot of new medical diagnoses and appointments, and being often too burnt out to write at all.

Next year doesn't look much better on the medical front, and may indeed be a lot worse. Being diagnosed with Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD), T2 Diabetes (50% of the people with my permacancer get T2 diabetes which only goes into remission upon removal of the tumours, but my tumours are inoperable, so my T2D can't go into remission) and possibly Pulmonary Arterial Hypertension (PAH) on top of all my other disorders each came as huge blows. One of the saddest being learning I may never be able to take ADHD meds again, and having to stop after a very amazing 3 months where I could schedule writing ahead for the first time in my life, and plan a holiday for December.

There will be no more Schedules going forward, that was sadly a 'medicated ADHD' blessing, and it's gone now. :(

So going forward into 2023 I don't know what writing I will be doing or what I will achieve. I don't know if I can continue writing the way I have been, and if I get an official confirmation on the PAH (so far it's only CT confirmed), and only have around 5~ years left to live, my writing future could look very different indeed.

But it's business as usual in the meantime.

This year I am the most broke I have ever been on the medical front (I have no health insurance, and only some of our healthcare is free, which doesn't include psychiatry, or the calibre of therapy I need, and now that I need to see a private pulmonologist and possibly engage in lung rehabilitation, things might get pretty awful pretty fast). I have never been more grateful to all the folks who have supported or who are still supporting on Patreon or who have given to Ko-Fi.

I love everyone who is in this little community, but for the ones who kept me financially afloat so I didn't drown, thank you.

[artificial-transmutations]

A new character

"I approach the king and bow, before I say: 'Greetings, most noble King Tanarath, first of your name. Allow me to introduce my friends and my humble self.'" Brian said enthusiastically.

There was a moment of silence on the table before Dylan, another of the players, groaned: "Dude..."

Brian blinked and readjusted his glasses. Dylan sighed and explained: "You're not playing your bard anymore. That is totally out of character for a barbarian! Look at your intelligence stat. There's no way your character would even be able to form sentences like that."

"Oh. Right." Brian said. It had been four sessions now since his bard had died at the hand of a wicked owlbear, and although he had been sad about it, Brian had really looked forward to playing something else, for a change.

So, he had created Briarok, his barbarian. While he absolutely loved his new character stat-wise, he sometimes had trouble of actually playing the huge, muscled and dumb-as-a-brick man.

"So, I guess, I just go: 'Yo, king! What's up?'?"

Brian could feel the cringe in the room. Why was it so difficult for him to get into character? Steven, the dungeon master rolled his eyes. "Uhm... okay, let's try this one more time. Before I continue the session, I'd like you to say something in character. You just need to get into it, Brian."

"Yes, Brian, you need to... become one... with... your... barbarian." Dylan mocked in a slow, hypnotic voice and laughed.

"Okay, I think I got this." Brian said. He thought about the character he had created. Brian had chosen the barbarian class because of the raw power and durability it provided. He wanted to be able to protect himself and his friends from harm. Besides, barbarians were just plain awesome. Brian also chose the name Briarok, because he thought it was a cool name.

However, getting into the primitive mindset was difficult for him, especially since he was used to play a bard with lots of charisma.

Brian rolled up his sleeves, took a deep breath and flexed his unimpressive muscles.

"Alright!" he said in a loud voice and nodded.

The other players looked at him with disbelief, before Dylan laughed again: "Okay, that was kind of cool. I give you a 7/10 for trying."

However, something weird had happened. Brian was the stereotypical nerd, with no muscles to speak of. However, when he just flexed, small mounds of muscle popped up on his arms. When he relaxed his arms, however, the bumps did not shrink away again, but stayed visible.

"What the..." he mumbled and rolled up his sleeves further, trying to get a better view.

He could see his own arm, and the small protrusions. It wasn't much, but it looked definitely different from before. Wanting to explore further, his eyes scanned the room before settling on the six pack of large soda bottles on the floor. Usually, he had his fair difficulties lifting the 12 kilograms worth of beverages, but right now, it was easier. It was still a notable weight, but somehow, it felt lighter than before. In fact, he longer he lifted it up, the lighter it felt.

"Hey, guys?" Brian asked, while still staring at the soda bottles.

"Yeah?" Steven replied.

"What's the heaviest thing in this room?"

"Uhm... I'm not sure." Steven mumbled.

"The sofa?" Dylan offered.

"Not sure, but it's pretty heavy."

"Yeah, probably."

Brian placed the large bottle down again and flexed his arms. Bi- and triceps were now clearly visible on them, and didn't disappear when he stopped flexing, like before. His arms weren't the only thing to change, Brian noticed as he went over to the sofa. His shirt clung to his back, as if it was several sizes too small for him and his pants felt constricting as well.

Brian bent down and grabbed the sofa. Were his hands bigger than before? He needed to know now. With a grunt, he started lifting. Very slowly at first, but then it became quicker and easier.

Brian should be confused and normally, his brain would have gone to overdrive, trying to process what was happening, but for some reason, Brian only felt... good about it! His thoughts were slower than usual, but he felt a good deal of pride. He managed to lift a sofa with ease! That was awesome! He bet nobody else in this room was able to do that. He was the strongest of them!

With the sofa safely on the ground, he turned around to look at his friends.

They were all staring at him, eyes wide. Brian couldn't remember having seen anyone looking that surprised. Dylan looked at him and slowly shook his head. "Dude. Did you just lift a sofa?"

"Yeah, I did!" Brian answered with a big smile.

Dylan's mouth opened a little further, and his eyes went wider.

"You're all... ripped and stuff." Dylan remarked.

"Yeah, it's awesome! But sorry guys, I have to get out of my shirt and pants now, they're way to small."

Brian began to fumble on his button fly with his large hands and needed several moments to get it open. The buttons almost flew through the room as he released them.

The reason for the enormous pressure was not only Brian's package. His hips had become considerably wider and stronger. His ass was pronounced and muscular and exerted its own pressure to the construct. However, even though it was not *only* Brian's package, it certainly also had a part: his entire crotch region had become bigger and more prominent. Brian's soft cock made a clear outline on his retro pants. Would it become hard, Brian was sure it would rip right through them.

Brian took his pants off and stood there in only his underwear. It was now tighter than ever and stuck to his body. He gave his friend a broad grin and tried to work on his shirt. That, however, proved to be way more difficult. By now his shirt looked like it was painted on him, showing the clear outline of impressive pectoral muscles and at least a six pack underneath.

"Damn, man! You're... hot!" Dylan said in awe while Brian was still trying to wiggle out of his shirt.

With a frustrated grunt and a gasp from his friends, Brian finally resolved the problem another way. He grabbed his collar with both of his strong hands, and with a bulge of his massive arms, he just ripped the clothing in two, from top to bottom. His undershirt went down the middle, along with the remnants of his destroyed button fly, as he held up the pieces in front of himself.

Victory! He just felt like shouting, so he roared loudly in triumph and threw the remnants of his clothes to the ground.

Grinning broadly, he grabbed his chair and pulled it away from the table before sitting down with his legs spread widely. Man-spreading like that and readjusting his large package shamelessly, Briarok rumbled loudly in his deep new voice:

"Alright! Where were we? I want to kill stuff!"

Dylan, Steven and the other friends had trouble to hide their erections from the display of raw power.

Steven gulped and continued: "Okay, so, after speaking to the king, you venture out into the cold mountains..."

I think I would enjoy playing with that dude afterwards! What do you think? If you want to see stories like this as soon as they appear, alongside exclusive content like the 15(!) picture candidates that did not make it into this story, be sure to subscribe to my riot page!

[cringe-but-proud]

hiii

can i please request a wonka x fem!reader (timothee’s version)?

like maybe reader is a worker at the market or something so willy sees her everyday on his way to work and they’re friends and he keeps trying to make the perfect chocolate to give to her but he’s a very awkwardly hilarious at flirting?

thank you!! i love your writing sm

Thanks so much! This one was fun to write 😝😝😝

Willy Wonka x Fem!Store owner!Reader(Wonka 2023)

A/n: Requests are open 🤸🤸🤸🤸

It was a lovely Friday morning. The sun was shining, the skies were clear, and people were out on the streets, ready to start their days.

One of those people seemed a bit more enthusiastic than everyone else.

The infamous Willy Wonka made his way through the streets holding a box, walking like he was a man on a mission.

And he was on a mission. A mission to win the heart of the prettiest girl he knew, Y/n.

Y/n owned a little shop that he walked by everyday on the way to his factory and she sold the most interesting items! Intricately carved, tiny wooden statues, colorful glass bottles, quilts, jewelry, old dolls, and paintings. You name it, she had it laying around somewhere.

Willy visited her shop everyday. Partly because he liked the things she sold and partly because he'd developed a massive crush on her.

And after careful calculation, a lot of trial and error, and almost chickening out like 8 separate times, he was doing it.

He was shooting his shot.

He took a deep breath before stepping into her shop, acting like this was a normal day for him. "Hey, Y/n!" Willy greeted as he walked to the counter she stood behind.

"Morning, Willy." She gave him that small smile that always made him want to swoon and leaned forward on her elbows. "How's it going?"

"Good. Good. It's going good..." He should probably say something else. "How are you?"

"Good. Glad to see my favorite customer."

He couldn't help but smile at that. "Um... I have something for you."

"Oh?"

"Yeah." Willy slid a box across the counter to her.

She picked up the box and admired it. Willy had intentionally chosen to put her gift in a colorful box. She liked things like that.

Y/n opened the box to see a large variety of chocolate, all different shapes and colors, and all delicious looking.

"Oh! These look amazing!" She beamed at him.

"Well, I'd certainly hope so." Willy said with a smile. "I stayed up all night making them.

She paused. "Really?"

"Yes."

"That's- Wow. You didn't have to do that."

"Well, I did." He shrugged. "And I don't regret it."

She chuckled and looked back down at the chocolates. "Is there a reason you're giving these to me?"

Willy thought for a moment. This would probably be a good time to tell her how he felt. A simple "Because I like you" would work. But, his mind and body were suddenly not working, so instead of doing that, he stared at her.

...

"Willy?"

"Yes! Yes. They're because.. I just wanted to show that I appreciate what you do."

"What I do?"

"Yes."

"You spent all night making me chocolate because I run a general store?"

He paused. "... Yes?"

Y/n chuckled. "Well, that's really nice of you." She popped one of the chocolates into her mouth and was visibly satisfied with the taste. "Amazing, as always."

He blushed at the compliment. "Only the best for you." He replied after a split second of hesitation.

Y/n looked away and he swore he saw a light blush dust her cheeks.

That's good, right? Yeah. That's good.

"Um..." She cleared her throat. "That's nice. Thank you. You should probably be off to work now, right?"

"Uh..." He really didn't want to leave yet. "I was thinking I could stay here a little longer. If you're not busy?" He hadn't been this nervous about asking something in a long time. The second it took for her to reply felt like the longest moment of his life.

"I'd like some company." She said with a sweet smile.

Willy ended up staying there the whole morning. She made him coffee and he drank it, despite the fact that he didn't like coffee. But, he was too nervous to make another move.

He began to leave her shop, a bit disheartened by his failed attempt when Y/n stopped him.

"Willy?" She smiled, a slightly nervous smile. "Do you wanna... Like.... Get dinner tonight?"

His cheeks flushed, his eyes widened, and his heart began to race. "Really?"

She nodded.

"Just the two of us?"

"Just the two of us."

He beamed at her. "I would love that."

Looking back on it, Willy was glad she made the first move. Who knows how much longer it would've taken him?

[vxperorchist]

Center Of Attention.

Lyney x Fem! Reader

You catch the eye of a certain magician during one of his shows, leading to an unexpected relationship.

I'm going through a Lyney phase help.

Warnings: None!

Theme: Fluff

This is not proofread, this is just me expressing my love for Lyney 😝

All eyes were on him. Always. That's how performing was. All-day, everyday. He was used to the stares and awestruck glances, it no longer bothered him.

That's when he accidentally lingered on a pair of captivating e/c eyes. Her eyes were beautiful. She was beautiful. He was caught off guard for a moment, but honestly he wasn't complaining.

He quickly got himself together and went on with the show. He made sure to glance a few extra times in her direction, lingering for a little too long.

He didn't seek approval from anyone, he knew his capabilities and how to impress a crowd. However, he found himself seeking her approval. A gasp, a smile, anything to tell him he was impressing her. Seeing her smile made him smile.

The show felt longer than usual, but maybe that was simply because this was one of the rare occurrences he wanted to be done. He wanted to see her again.

The show ended and he quickly went backstage, only to exit to the front lobby. He knew who he was looking for.

He found her, striking up a conversation with another girl, a friend perhaps. He waited for his opportunity to get her somewhat secluded, away from the many fans.

He found an opening and went for it.

"Hello Miss, I wanted to ask you a question if you have time to spare." He asked quickly, almost nervously.

Your eyes widened as the magician approached you. "Oh, Lyney! What a surprise. I have time to spare, what's up?" You tried to conceal your happiness to meet someone who was so well known. He was a lot cuter up close as well.

He snapped and a rose appeared from thin air. It stood in between his thumb and pointer finger, gently placing it in your hand. "Would you like V.I.P tickets for my next performance? I enjoy meeting new people, and I couldn't help but notice you in the crowd." He smiled, magic is what he did best, it was impressive.

"I'd love that, your performance was amazing today." You felt your cheeks go warm, rose in hand. "I'm glad you think so, that's the goal!" He replied confidently.

The two of you fell into idle chatter about personal lives. Lyney was genuinely so sweet and charismatic.

Your conversation was brought to an ending when Lynette called for Lyney, signaling it was time to go home.

"I unfortunately have to be going now, but I hope to see you around. I'll be looking forward to seeing you at my next show." He winked and disappeared (not literally 😭) into the hallway he came from.

The next show came quicker than expected, afterwards he continued with the tradition of talking to you. He greeted you with a rose once more.

"I'm glad you were able to make it." He smiled, watching your body language, trying to learn as much as he could about you.

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world." You replied, obviously flirting with him. "I'd like to keep this streak going, would you be so kind to be in my audience again?" He asked, he knew what you would say, but he felt a rush of adrenaline.

"I'd be delighted to." You responded, smiling at the hopeful glint in his eyes. "I think I've found my favorite audience member." He laughed as the two of you walked around the lobby. "I'd love for you to meet my sister." He said enthusiastically, showing you the way to backstage where Lynette was.

He introduced the two of you, you managed to hit it off right away. Contrary to popular belief, Lynette was a sweet girl. Many people simply didn't get the chance to speak to her.

From then on you attended most of, if not all of Lyneys shows. He'd never got tired of those beautiful eyes on him. In fact, he didn't want you to lay your eyes on anyone else that way.

After every show, and every time you met up, he surprised you with a flower. It had become a tradition at this point. One you always looked forward to as well.

"Thank you Lyney." You giggled at the new flower that had appeared out of thin air. "I took some of Lynette's advice and found this one for you." You smiled at him, he was so thoughtful, a natural flirt too.

The three of you started to hang out more outside of performances, whether it be strolling around the city or taking a walk outside of the opera house.

You and Lyney got your fair share of alone time too when Lynette was busy. He became increasingly flirty, managing to leave lingering touches that wouldn't seem to go away.

He had a way with words, but also a way of making sure he never left your mind. He wanted to be your Center of Attention.

Lyney was a sweet boy. When he wasn't performing at large venues such as the Opera House, he was entertaining those who couldn't make it to his shows. That could range from young children to the elderly, either way they loved him. You found yourself not only loving his magic, but loving him.

You were an observer, watching him make other people happy in the nation he loved. It made you happy seeing him happy. It worked the same way for him. If him performing was making you happy, it made him happy.

He confessed his feelings through a letter left on your seat during one of his performances. You found your seat with a small note on the chair. "To my favorite audience member, it delights me to have you watch my shows. I find myself yearning for your company every time we are apart. With that being said, I wish to not be apart from you any longer." It wasn't direct, but you understood the message.

You couldn't contain your smile as you say down, holding the letter in your hand.

When he finally came out onstage and locked eye contact with you, he smiled. It was an adorable, meaningful smile. You lifted the note in your lap, just enough for him to see and nodded. Showing him you understood. That made him laugh a bit, not skipping a beat with the speech he was giving.

The performance was enchanting, it was truly beautiful.

After the show you waited for him, the letter was still in hand. He quickly walked over to you, not containing his wide grin. He snapped and a flower appeared once more. You weren't looking at the flower this time. This time, you were looking at his lips. The only thing you could think of is how badly you wanted to kiss him.

Apparently, he caught on to your not-so-subtle stare. He moved the flower towards your face, placing it in your hair. His other hand gently caressed your cheek. In one swift motion, he then kissed you.

It was gentle and sweet. Exactly like him. Both of his hands were caressing your face softly.

He then pulled back and rested his forehead on yours. "Thank you for being my favorite audience member."

[lina-linny]

summary: You were pregnant a few months ago. What will your boyfriend say if you stand in front of him again with a positive pregnancy test?

words: 1.5k

genre: fluff, comfort

Shivering, I sat next to the toilet as I felt the all too familiar feeling of morning sickness. What was that all about? I had just been pregnant and yet I was 5 weeks overdue. I had ignored it, blaming it on the previous pregnancy but now worries were slowly creeping up inside me. What if I was pregnant again? I groaned. I didn't really want to go through this unpleasant time again. But it didn't help. Staggering, I got up to go and get a pregnancy test.

~☆~

Positive. I clutched the edge of the sink. Silent, hot tears ran down my cheek. I was simply exhausted and tired. My hormones were going crazy, I'd just had a break down and still had to be quiet because my few-month-old daughter was asleep in the next room.

Shakily, I breathed in and out to calm myself down again. I had to talk to San. We were going to have a second child at some point anyway, so in theory it wasn't so bad. But I didn't want to go through all that shit again. Especially so close together.

I had hated pregnancy. Abysmally. I knew that many women were positively glowing during pregnancy, permanently happy and just looking forward to the birth.

I was the opposite. I was constantly in a bad mood, could hardly move with this huge belly and cried all the time. Depending on my mood, I either needed my boyfriend san's undivided attention (which he was more than happy to give me) or I pushed him completely away and isolated myself. Normally he was always offended if I didn't give him 100% of my attention. But during the pregnancy he hadn't complained once.

But I was so sorry. I knew that this time had been almost as draining for him as it had been for me. But he had never complained. He had always brought me everything I needed, even without me saying anything. He looked after me so well. I loved him and was so grateful for that. I didn't want to be a burden on him for another 9 damn months.

I was also incredibly scared about the birth. I mean hello? I had to push a human being out of my abdomen. The thought was immediately disgusting and painful, just thinking about the agony I had gone through during my last birth made me dread the next one, which obviously wasn't that far away.

I had to tell San. As quickly as possible. I had to talk to him. I just wanted to be in his arms. I quickly texted my boyfriend that me and our daughter Lia would pick him up from work later and he sent back a "Yay I've missed my two girls all day." back.

This was followed by several messages in which he asked how I was, whether I'd had enough to eat or drink. But I didn't have the strength to answer them.

I just sighed and crawled into bed to feel sorry for myself. But all in all, the prospect of a second child wasn't so bad. I'd just like to skip the pregnancy part.

~☆~

I hesitantly entered the KQ building. My daughter pressed against my chest. I sighed. Soon there wouldn't be two of us visiting San at his work. Soon there would be four of us.

Reluctantly, I knocked on the door of the training room and after a moment stepped through the door that separated me from the 8 Ateez members.

When I entered, we were greeted enthusiastically by everyone. Wooyoung came shooting towards me with a grin. He was about to open his mouth (probably to tease me) when Lia reached out from my arm in his direction. It was obvious that she wanted to go to him.

Wooyoung was her favorite uncle. That's why San and I had made him her godfather. Lia idolized Wooyoung and that didn't do his ego any good. He kept teasing us that our daughter would like him much more than us.

Sighing, I handed Lia over to Woo. I knew that she was always in good hands with him. He treated her like a little princess and even if the two of them would cause a lot of trouble in the future, Wooyoung would never let anything happen to her.

San looked at me worriedly. Of course my boyfriend knew that something was bothering me. He saw through my façade. He always did. No matter how well I hid my worries, he always saw that I wasn't well.

He came to me. His hands wrapped around my waist and he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

San was always touchie. As soon as I turned up, his hands were somewhere on me. Whether he took my hand, hugged me or kissed me. But his favorite thing was to hug me. He could spend hours with me cuddled up on the couch and I loved it almost as much as he did.

"I bought you flowers sweetheart... on my lunch break. They're over by my other things." He pulled me a little tighter against him and I felt my heart soar. He was so sweet and thoughtful. I didn't know what I'd done to deserve him. I smiled and pressed a kiss to his hairline.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Can we talk for a minute?" I added and San just nodded. He grabbed my hand and led me into a small side room.

He trusted Wooyoung and the other members enough to leave Lia with them. He didn't leave his little princess unattended with most other people.

Since we had our daughter, his protective instinct had become even greater. In the past, too, he had sometimes shown flashes of jealousy towards me, but since Lia was born, this had risen to another level.

~☆~

I dropped onto the chair in the room. San looked at me worriedly. I ran a hand over my face. I was very sure that I had to look really bad and tired.

I didn't know what to say. How could I tell him that I was pregnant again? How was I supposed to tell him that we had to go through all the drama again?

San gave me all the time I needed. He waited patiently and I knew he would never complain that I was taking too long or anything like that.

But I couldn't find the words. I didn't know what to say. So I pulled the positive test out of my bag. Thank goodness I had put it in my bag earlier. San looked at me in confusion until he saw what I was holding.

"Ohhh baby...." he sighed and rushed forward to wrap me in his arms. Tears streamed down my cheek.

"San, I don't want to be pregnant again. I don't want to put you through so much again. I'm so sorry I'm always so moody."

"Oh sweetheart. It's okay." He gently stroked my head. A small tear rolled down his face too. But not because he was scared, tired or stressed, but because he was happy. He was happy that his family would grow by onother member.

Since the day he met you, he knew that one day he wanted to have a family with you and now the time had come. Now you would have two children, just like you both had always dreamed of.

He didn't usually like to cry in front of others but crying in front of you was natural.

"You don't have to apologize for it. I know you're not well and I'm trying to make it as easy as possible for you. We can do this all together, ok? I promise I'll take care of you, ok baby? I'm also looking forward to our second child. I'm sure we and the members will adore it just as much as Lia."

I sobbed into his T-shirt and San pressed me against his body while he stroked my back reassuringly.

San would do anything to make my life easier and so he would do everything he could to make this pregnancy as easy as possible for me. This thought reassured me. I knew that I could rely on him.

"We can do this together..." san pressed a light kiss to the top of my head and my tears slowly dried up."

Thank you... I love you San" I clung to his muscles and San giggled.

"I love you too baby." I slowly pulled away from him, whereupon San protested and pulled me back into his arms. I laughed and he grinned too, but just kept hugging me.

We both knew it wouldn't be easy but we would make it together.

[leewritestoomuch]

I've been so obsessed with Rock Lee for the last few months after getting into Naruto and I'm so glad someone's taking requests for my favourite ninja! If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to see you write Rock Lee helping reader stretch before a work out but since reader isn't really flexible or is just not all that active, they make a lot of, ahem, suggestive noises while stretching. Love your work, can't wait to see more!!

Rock Lee Helping Reader Stretch

Warnings: Suggestive, borderline NSFW. It’s implied.

Basically: You make noises while stretching that Rock Lee’s horny brain can’t ignore.

Recently, your joints and muscles have been killing you. Maybe your half ass stretching routine wasn’t doing the trick, you figured. Even though you knew change had to happen, you just didn’t know how to stretch your muscles out properly for the extensive training you do with Lee.

Usually he shows up earlier than you, so you don’t see him stretching, but you know he’s keen on making sure he stretches properly so he’s probably stretching for a while beforehand. So you decide to show up 40 minutes before you usually would, seeing him just now setting up to stretch and warmup.

He’d clearly been out jogging prior to this. And in your mind, you know he’s done a runners stretch so isn’t that enough? Why does he need to stretch again? (Him and Gai would both scream at you for this way of thinking)

“Hi Lee.” You greet him with a small smile, already exhausted from the training you haven’t even started just by looking at his energetic, muscular self. Somewhere in your mind, you’ve managed to convince yourself that you’re winded from the walk to the training grounds, and that Lee is not the reason your breath catches in your throat.

You’ve seen him like this for so long, I mean, you’re on the same team as him now. The only 4 person squad, 5 if you count Gai sensei. You’re so close to all of them, and that’s been normal. Perfectly normal. But recently, your eyes linger on Lee just a little too long.

“Oh hey y/n! I didn’t see you there!” He smiles, the white of his teeth flashing at you in the sun line. Sometimes you wonder how he’s so positive, but then again, you don’t mind it so much anymore. He literally glows though, you swear on it.

“Can I ask you a favor?” You ask, suddenly a little nervous. Your palms are sweating. You try to ignore that.

“Of course! What is it that you want to ask?” He asks, enthusiastically. His smile is almost infectious.

“My joints and muscles ‘n shit are killing me. Can you help me stretch? I don’t know what I’m doing wrong…” You move your neck like you’re trying to get out a knot or something.

Lee agrees, and decides to start simple. He has you put your arms behind your back, your hands joined together, and tells you to stretch them back as far as you can. Then do the same with the front.

After that, he has you do a similar thing with your hands joined over your head before moving down to the ground to stretch out your upper body best. Then your shoulders, elbows, and neck all separately. Then he has you get on the ground to stretch out your back.

And maybe he didn’t think too much about the position, but have you stretch your back up and lower yourself down also meant your ass was up in the air as you arched your back. You realize how embarassing the position is, and what you don’t notice is the way his cheeks flush and he pries his eyes away from your body.

“U-uh great! Let’s do legs!” He says rather quickly, helping you to get into as low of a splits position that you can, before having you lean forward. To get the best stretch, he pushes down on your body a tiny bit. And before you can stop yourself, you let out a moan.

His hands still against your back, and your eyes go wide as you freeze too. Soon you feel him move away, telling you to switch sides. And he repeats the same thing on this side. Much to your disdain, an even louder moan accidentally slips from your mouth. Curse yourself for not being able to be quiet at a time like this.

When you finally sit back up, he’s staring at you. You can’t help but gulp down any salvia you had in your mouth. Then you notice the way his hands are covering the front of his pants. When he notices where your eyes shifted, his blush intensifies and he starts stammering.

“I-I am so sorry! I didn’t mean— you were just—“ you cut his rambling off with a kiss, crawling over closer to him. You situate yourself on his lap, his hands darting out for your hips. The kiss doesn’t break until you’re both desperate for more air than you can get with your mouths connected. Before your mutual panting even halts, he smashes his lips back onto your desperately. And at this point, he’s boldly getting handsy.

You can feel the desperation and lust through his finger tips and they find their way around your body. Any curve, dip, anything, he feels for it. And soon he’s laying back on the grass, panting as a string of saliva connects the both of you even as you part.

The look in his eyes told you that what was about to happen at these training grounds should not happen at the training grounds. Your eyes told him you didn’t care the least about that, however.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for sort of wanting to break up with my boyfriend

okay so I [18M] met this guy [18M] back in january through an accepted college students group chat. We got to talking and found out we had a lot of similar interests, plus we live in the same city so we were able to hang out occasionally. We were even each other's prom dates (though both times were "as friends") However, after my prom he drove me home and ended up asking me out, saying he'd had a crush on me for a while and just had to tell me. I told him that I would love to date him, but that I had to tell him something first. I'm a stealth trans man, which means everyone I'd met and hung out with around him had assumed I was cis. So had this guy. I asked if that would be a problem, as he identified as gay and some gay men just aren't into trans men. He responded and said he didn't think it would be. Well, flash forward a month and I was on an out of town trip with him and several of his friends. As the only couple on the trip we were also sharing a room. And for context we'd made out but nothing more. The night before we left, he asked "hey, can we talk about something real quick?" I said sure, and he went "so, you know how I'm gay, right?" to which I thought oh no. I know where this is going. And basically he ended up saying that he didn't think he'd be comfortable doing anything sexual with me because he's "only into cock" but also that he'd be okay 'receiving' sexual acts, just not 'giving.' I was pretty stunned because I hadn't been thinking of that stuff really at all (it was literally the day after our one month anniversary. it was all still pretty new) and I said as much, but that I thought it would definitely be a problem in the future. He then freaked out and said that because he has OCD vague statements like that mess up his brain and basically send it into overdrive, so would I please say that it wouldn't ever be a problem (which I did.) I didn't see him for almost a month after that because he went out of the country, but I was definitely more reserved with the way I talked to him, prompting him to ask many times if he was annoying me and sort of catastrophize about our relationship (sent me a text asking if our LOVE was FADING.) I eventually ended up talking to him about it all over the phone and he immediately apologized saying that he knew as soon as he had said it that it was an asshole thing to say. Then he went into a tangent about how he actually views sex and romance as two different things and thinks sex is super degrading and dehumanizing, and how he thinks our love is this "pure and wholesome" thing (actual words.) He did say that he would be willing to try things with me but I don't want him to force anything on his end regarding sexual stuff, because it is totally okay if he doesn't want to have sex with me, it just means I don't want to stay in a relationship with him. But he keeps going on and on about how much he loves me and how I've changed him into a better person (and also how SCARED he is that I'll break up with him????) and so I feel guilty wanting to break up, especially because I did like him a lot before all this but now it's just so stressful and I don't know what to do. And that's where the "am *I* the asshole" bit comes in because I have been really sort of neglecting him, responding to messages late, not being super enthusiastic about talking to him, just being a bad boyfriend tbh. And of course the cherry on top is that we're going to college together in a month. Okay tumblr please help me what do you think

What are these acronyms?

[agere-tomhiddleston-imagines]

Lil Ghost!

Thought I'd try a oneshot style for once on Tumblr (and hopefully do these more often ^^), I hope you all enjoy!!

Caregiver: Mobius, he/him

Little: Loki, he/they (3 years)

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Loki LOVED October, it was a time to cause as much mischief as they wanted and get away with it! Well, Mobius would allow it anyway since his excuse always was: "Halloween's just around the corner, the kid's just excited!" Which didn't really go down well with Steve after Loki poured all of his cake mixture on top of his head. In truth, Loki just liked to cause a bit of disruption but still be perceived as an angel by Mobius. It gave them comfort, but today they were feeling extra mischievous!

After a rather poor attempt to pull a fluffy blanket over his head, Loki was now a ghost and ready to haunt! Holding the blanket over his eyes so they could see where they were going, they made his way downstairs to find his papa making breakfast. However, that made his mind race with thoughts. What if they spooked papa at the wrong time and made him mad? What if he didn't get any breakfast because of this? And what if-

Loki's brain worked like this a lot from his childhood experiences. Deep in their fears, they knew they'd be okay. It was just Loki having a hard time trying to figure that out for themselves, especially when so young. Thankfully, Mobius was quick to notice Loki standing with glazed over eyes. "Hey sweetheart, are you alright?" He said as he walked over to them, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Their head whipped to look at him, eyes now wide and blown. They couldn't respond - it felt as if his jaw was locked. "It's okay. How about we sit and cuddle for a bit?" Loki could only nod, his fingers making their way up to their lips.

Mobius carried his baby up to the sofa, swaddling them in the blanket and cuddling them on his lap. He had about five minutes until Loki's pancakes needed to be tended to, so he used that time to calm him. "Some yucky thoughts again?" Mobius asked gently, not wanting them to dwell on it. They nodded, keeping close to his warmth. "Nothin' to be worried about, kiddo. They can't hurt you." They shared a quiet moment, just basking in each others company, until a timer sounded. "Oh! There's your pancakes, bubs!" Loki, seemingly forgetting about his worries for a moment, shot his head up. "pwancak??" They asked, intrigued. "Yeah that's right, baby!"

Pancakes were one of little Loki's favourite foods. While food wasn't so much a comfort when big, little Loki was enamoured by it, especially as an Asgardian. Mobius knew this well, always wanting his sweetheart to be happy. In this moment, he was carrying Loki in one arm as he tended to the pancake in another, plating it and sitting Loki in a high chair.

"Alright buddy! Are we ready?" Loki nodded enthusiastically, waiting as Mobius cut off pieces of pancake and fed it to them. It was a little unusual to Mobius that pancakes could make Loki this happy, but he wasn't going to question it. They were happy, and that was all that mattered to him.

Loki couldn't have finished the pancake quicker, both joyful to have his scary thoughts gone and to be eating chocolate first thing in the morning. Mobius had to chuckle a little, little remants of chocolate still present on his chin until he cleaned it up. All dishes aside, he carried Loki back to the sofa and turned on the tv to a kids channel. "Hey darling," Mobius began, "what did you have your blanket around your head for? Are you cold?" Loki giggled behind their paci. "nwoho! m ghos'!" They put the blanket back over their head. "boo!" Mobius feigned being scared, even giving out a little scream. They couldn't stop laughing. "Awh man! You got me really good! Now, I'll have to get you back!" He leaned forward and gently grabbed Loki before tickling his tummy.

Loki squealed, but he also laughed. He was happy, and so was Mobius. He'd much rather spend forever caring for his little than having them suffer through night terrors and such alone.

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A/N: I am so sorry about this being late, I started it in early October, however I have a bad habit of just putting things off -_- I am happy that it is done though and I hope you all liked it! ^^

[captainmera]

Mera, Captain, Laddie, Chap, Chum, You Majestical Swede I am living for your IBWR lore on vampires. I love tidbits on biology and quirks of fictional species, especially when it's given more unusual and creative twists. My investment in your comic has begun to peak, I am precariously standing at the edge of a new hyperfixation and you are daring to push me in with your art and lore. l'II be looking forward to seeing Ollie's lil quirks and other bits of the charming world that lives in your head. Also feasting on your TOH bits, as a lore enthusiast your rambles are so very enjoyable and your connection board is so relatable. A bit curious what hexsquad would be like in the world of IBWR or what peculiars/witches/regulars they'd be. So very glad I clambered onto this ship of yours and get to see some of the bits and bobs going on in your brain- I adore the way you think. Sorry if this was a bit long, I hope you're doing well and will feel better, whatever it may be from <3

*squeaky scream* thank you anon! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚ <333333

I am having a lot of fun making my story! BWR is only in the baby phases! There's so much fun about this world and it's people, culture and history, that I'm so excited to share with everyone who reads!! :'D <3

IBWR has everything I personally enjoy in a story! This means a lot to me, it's my passion project (and hyperfixation of my own creation) for a reason.

Here's a doodle of Oliver and his buddy Sebastian :)

As for who the hexsquad would be in IBWR! HMMM! :D

HEXSQUAD IBWR AU:

Luz would be someone with a weak fylgja who wants to be a witch anyway! And she'd join a coven to try pursue it. For her, I think her story would be about learning that magic isn't as beautiful as she had hoped, and joins another coven that doesn't do the traditional ways of things. Or perhaps she starts her own.. ;)

Hunter would be a werewolf! :D A beast-type peculiar.

Gus and Willow would be Fae-types. Gus a spriggan, Willow a fairy.

Green fairies "flaws" are envy, I think I could make that work for her! Otherwise I'd put her as a red fairy, the flaw would then be rage. Willow's "fairy gift" would be plants and working with gardening.

Amity would be a regular, I think. Perhaps a wealthy girl who finds herself quietly rebelling against her parents by going with her older siblings to women's rights activism stuff! Possibly that's where she meets Luz! :O

Gus being a Spriggan would mean he's a natural showman, as they're known for their mischievous nature and charisma. I think he'd work in a music hall! :D

Vee would be a fae-type too! But she would be a Huldra/Nymph (skogsrå in swedish). Meaning she can shapeshift into people still! So that fits best.

For IBWR, I take a lot of folklore and put a spin on them with my own interpretations! :)

I like playing with the idea that the folklore and fairy tales are based in half-truths. It's a lot of fun and I've put a lot of thought into it so that they make sense into the world I've built. :D

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

hi slug!!! what do you think of the block party trailers?

Thank you for giving me the excuse to go finally listen to them.

Rivals: Hmm, this is a really interesting comparison! I wouldn't have immediately classified Doppo as a "act first, think later" character, but he definitely has those moments. The music is bouncy but not immediately doing it for me. I think it's one of those songs I'll grow to like quickly, though.

White and Black: (not to be confused with Doppo's Black or White, naturally) SHADY BOYS, LET'S GOOOOOO! I love this match-up. I think they are the kind of people to have a meet-cute in which they committed identity fraud and/or credit card fraud on one another. Anyway, I love the style here. Team Rocket-ass mfers. I agree with the top YT comment at the time of writing, which is, "This is the most fanfic-y thing Hypmic has ever officially released, and I am here for it." I also love that neither of them makes one single effort to hide their scumminess. Truly a duo for the ages.

Thanks for Having Us! Now Look Alive! Osaka Big Up: (or whatever people are calling the Sasara/Roshou one) I adore the fact that Sasara introduces them as a three-person group ft. Rei, but Rei just happens to be doing something else (stealing Juuto's identity, most like) and thus it's a two-person act today. Sasara and Roshou's comedy/speaking dynamic is much more relaxed and natural feeling than it was in their first appearance in Ah, Osaka Dreamin' Night, which is a nice reflection of the current state of their friendship status. Music is chill. I'd like to hear more of it before forming more opinions. Their singing voices sound good with this older, slower style of song.

The Demons' Flowers: I appreciate how the MV style departs from usual Hypmic MV to mimic the MVs for this kind of music. Very JRPG-esque. The lyrics strike me as a little generic for music projects, which is atypical for Hypmic, but it's definitely appropriate for Juushi.

Get busy: I really like this match-up; their high energy works together well here, as does their commitment to working together with the homies to kick absolute ass. I'm not sure KR fully understands the connotation of the English title they've chosen; they're probably going for more of a "Take it easy...but take it!" vibe.

Viva la liberty: While the music itself isn't doing much for me yet, I like this take on how both Saburou and Ramuda have grown throughout the story while still acting in very similar ways to their act 1 selves. An unusual match-up, but I can dig it.

What Lies Beyond the Dreaming: Wow, I really like this. Like Scenario Liar, it almost feels confessional in the sense of how it creates a closed sense of solidarity with the listener (you're the only one I can trust, let me tell you my story for your ears only, etc.). In that case, it's being spoken to his brother, I suppose? Would love to hear the full song.

Closer: I like Hitoya's singing a lot in this one. The darker lyrics and tone suit them both quite well, and I wonder if this points to Jakurai and Hitoya finally talking things out, including Jakurai's experiences in the war, in act 3. Or perhaps that's simply wishful thinking.

My Life: Positivity: Aside from the obvious enjoyment of Hifumi wrangling the rest of the cast into being his enthusiastic background singers, I really like how this song is both bright and bubbly at surface level but says a lot of deeper things about Hifumi's character, like how he's willing to open himself up to being hurt again so long as he has the protection of his friends and loved ones. I don't think it's the kind of thing I'd listen to, but I am looking forward to seeing the full thing.

Move Your Body Til You Die!: Roger that, sir. o7 Very glad to see that Riou's solos are as silly as ever. I think this is my favorite so far in terms of music. It is most definitely my favorite in terms of music videos.

Will-o'-the-Wisp: I really, really, REALLY like the lyrics and how much growth they show for Samatoki. It's nice how you can tell just musically how much he's healed and mellowed out since the start of the series.

HIPHOPPIA: This is my actual favorite musically, and while I understand and appreciate the thematic point of having so many styles of music on this album, I'm personally a bit sad there isn't more of the classic hip-hop sound. Lot of interesting imagery in the lyrics.

Conclusion: Move Your Body Til You Die! is a work of art.

[sabrinahawthorne]

JUMP! Devlog, March 11, 2024 - Name Change | Artist Position Filled | Crowdfunding Announcement

This one's a big update announcement, so let's tl;dr up top, and the details will be below the read more.

JUMP! is officially being renamed to CLASH! Shonen Battle Roleplay. Largely for copyright reasons.

We have an artist! Thank you to Elise @ispybluesky - I'm ecstatic to be working with them.

This is my official announcement of a crowdfunding campaign, due to launch in April! I'll be advertising it and posting links when and where appropriate.

1. Name Change

It was a long time coming, honestly. When I originally made the prototype for the game, the idea of expanding it into a full book was sort of a distant idea - I had other games pressing more fervently at my attention, and I was burnt out from a year of making a lot of games. So I ripped assets from official anime & manga and named the thing after a real shonen manga magazine - classic internet. And besides, I was posting it for free. No harm, no foul.

But as my plans for the year solidified and I decided on this game as the project to focus on in 2024, it became quickly apparent that I simply couldn't get away with toeing the line that enthusiastically. It's a fun idea, branding your game after the most well-known shonen publication out there, both creatively and as a marketing strategy. But of course, that's just asking for trouble. So, better to change it, and give it more of its own identity in the process.

So after a bit of thought, I landed on the obvious and perfect answer: CLASH! Shonen Battle Roleplay. I mean, come on. Who's complaining about that? Certainly not me.

Going forward, I'll be tagging devlogs with the old #JUMP! Shonen Battle Roleplay tag, as well as a new one befitting the change - just to keep things together.

2. Artist Found

I was astounded at how many inquiries I got when I put out that call. I suspect I have @lighthouselio and @monsterfactoryfanfic to thank for that, so thank you both. Really, that was cool as hell to wake up to.

After some deliberation, I've decided to work with Elise @ispybluesky, who has been a delight to talk to so far, and whose style I fell in love with instantly. We're already working on the first couple of pieces, and I'm beyond excited for you all to see what they can do. Give them a follow.

Elise wasn't the only person I talked to though, and wasn't the only person whose work shone. In particular I'd like to give a shoutout to Anh Huynh @acesartscape. While it wasn't as strong a style match, I'm enchanted by their work, and am probably going to commission them for one or two things on my own time. Give them a follow too.

3. Crowdfunding Announcement

I mentioned it in my call for artists post - but I never made an announcement, so here's that: The CLASH! Shonen Battle Roleplay crowdfunding campaign is coming this April!

The Campaign is currently slated to last through June, and my goal i to put together something nice to look at and interesting to read by the time we launch. As you can probably imagine I've been working hard on this game, and it's thrilling and terrifying all at once to be coming up on this milestone. Let's see how it goes, shall we?

[spencersawkward]

candied oranges//spencer reid

summary: femme!reader brings her new boyfriend to meet the team for drinks, but she doesn't know why Spencer keeps acting up and presses him for answers.

pairing: femme!reader x spencer

word count: 1.9k

content warnings: casual drinking, lots of angst.

a/n: this is based on this ask i got a while ago that i really loved! i didn't make it long enough to include all the parts of the request, but i really loved writing this and i'd be super down to write more parts if y'all like it.

masterlist

you're immediately enveloped in a sweet-scented hug as soon as you enter the door of Penelope's apartment. she's hosting drinks tonight for the team, and you've been looking forward to it all week. although after-work plans are usually very tenuous due to the demanding nature of your jobs, you've been craving some bonding time with everyone.

moreover, you're hoping for a chance to talk to Spencer. he's been incredibly stand-offish for the past week. every time you try to have a conversation, he either makes an excuse or the two of you get called in for work. a few days back, you were supposed to go to the international cinema downtown to see a film, but he texted you last minute claiming he was catching a cold. it feels like he's avoiding you.

"welcome, welcome!" Penelope grins as she steps to the side to let you into her home. it looks like it usually does, purple walls with twinkling lights and knick-knacks in every corner. a throw blanket tossed over the couch that reminds you of a hallucinogenic trip. some of the team members are already here, gathered around Garcia's counter with drinks in their hands.

Spencer isn't here, though, and you frown until Garcia clears her throat loudly. "Y/N? aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"

you're jolted out of your thoughts when you remember that you brought a date tonight. "oh, sorry. Pen, this is my boyfriend, Wren."

Wren reaches out a hand to your smiling colleague, but she waves it away and immediately hugs him too. "we've heard so much, Wren. it's so great to meet you!"

Wren gives you an optimistic smile over Pen's shoulder and, when he's finally disentangled himself from her friendly embrace, offers up the Tupperware he's carrying. "I brought candied oranges. I thought they might go nicely as a dessert."

Garcia's jaw drops, her pink-glossed lips catching the light. "you are an angel--" she turns to you. "he is an angel, Y/N."

you let out a satisfied laugh, happy that he's already made a positive impression on one of your friends. granted, Penelope tends to like everybody, but you don't care. you've been seeing Wren for a few weeks now, and it's been nice to have someone to make plans with. even if you end up rescheduling more dates than you actually go on because of cases.

"come meet everyone!" Garcia gestures for the two of you to follow her to the kitchen, where the team looks up. they're so different when they're not wrapped up with files and evidence. much friendlier faces.

"this is Wren, guys." you thread your fingers with his.

"Wren!" JJ grins enthusiastically and comes forward to shake Wren's free hand. Garcia takes the top of the Tupperware off and sets it in the middle of the counter.

"and he brought us snacks." Penelope points to the small treats. people reach for the candied oranges at once, all of them biting down and making noises of approval.

there's a flurry of activity as each member of the team introduces themselves to Wren, but he looks incredibly at peace with the attention, and his eyes sparkle when he's quickly brought into the circle of chattering friends. naturally, he charms them with his dimples and quick jokes. 

you're on your second glass of wine when Spencer arrives, his hair wet from the unexpected rain outside. Garcia hangs up his raincoat and brings him into the kitchen to join the festivities.

the first thing he notices is you, your eyes meeting across the island as Prentiss hands him a glass of lemonade. he's later than he usually is to group events, and part of you wonders what he's been doing. but then he catches sight of the arm that is casually snaked around your waist, and the person attached to that arm.

it could be a flickering kitchen light, but you swear his jaw tightens for a millisecond. his gaze bores into Wren's face, then neutralizes when he notices him. of course, because Wren is the life of the party, he immediately approaches Spencer with an outstretched hand.

"you must be Spencer. I'm Wren. Y/N talks about you all the time."

you forgot to warn him that Reid isn't one for physical contact, so you go with your boyfriend and push his hand down. Spencer's gaze flickers between you, Wren, and the hand that now rests at his side.

"Spencer doesn't really shake hands." you murmur in his ear. Wren is fast to replace his guilty expression with a more jovial one.

"you're the genius, right?" he starts a conversation that you know Spencer will hate. the profiler is constantly getting questioned on the job about his intellect and age.

part of you doesn't care, though. Reid has been an ass all week, and this newly sour attitude with your boyfriend really pisses you off. you were already nervous about Wren meeting such important people in your life, and Spencer possibly lashing out at him will send you over the edge.

"technically speaking, yes." the profiler responds with a clipped tone.

"Wren is a graphic designer." you insert yourself into the conversation. Wren looks at you affectionately, then at your colleague.

"yeah, I actually just moved here from LA."

"from LA to DC for graphic design?" Reid's words have an edge to them. he's already trying to piece together your boyfriend like a puzzle, the gears behind those hazel eyes working swiftly. something tugs in your stomach.

"weird, right?" Wren chuckles good-naturedly. "I just started at a non-profit that's based here."

"ah." Reid replies. he eyes Wren sharply, as though to cut him down to size. he makes no effort to continue the conversation.

before you can watch more of your coworker behaving like a petulant child, you clear your throat. "hey, Wren, can I talk to Spence for a second? I just remembered I have a question about one of our cases."

it's a bullshit excuse, but it works. Wren knows virtually nothing about your job, so he returns to the rest of the group after planting a kiss on your forehead and leaves the two of you alone.

the energy between you shifts immediately. for a second, you can't figure out what to say; you're angry, sure, but you're more hurt than anything. there are so many words crammed unintelligibly together in your mind. all of them are inappropriate for a kitchen conversation. instead of saying something, you grab his wrist and yank him into the hallway so the others can't hear.

"what the hell was that about?"

"what are you talking about?" he feigns confusion.

"you're being an ass to Wren."

"how? we've only talked for a minute."

"and that minute was you being unwelcoming. he's just trying to be nice and you can't even spare, like, five minutes of pleasantness."

Spencer doesn't respond to this at first, instead pursing his lips and looking down at his feet. you roll your eyes.

"look, Spence, I don't know what's going on with you. you can be mad at me for whatever reason, but don't take it out on him. he didn't do anything."

Reid's expression changes several times in the dark hallway, the silence thick. it becomes even more clear that this was the wrong place to confront him. you just want him to say something. this game he's playing is childish.

"I'm not mad at you." he keeps a level tone, though you can feel the undercurrent of frustration beneath it. his eyes are darting from the quirky paintings on Penelope's wall to your face, as though weighing his options.

you realize how well you know each of his facial expressions, his body language, even in the dark.

"that's even worse, Reid. we used to tell each other everything, and now you won't even be in the same room as me." as you say the words, they pierce you in a way you've been trying to avoid.

there were nights when the two of you would just walk and talk, your first days at the BAU when it seemed like everything was happening too quickly and you considered quitting. amidst all the chaos, you craved the free moments because he was there. a page break in every ceaselessly violent chapter.

you knew you loved him then, but loving Spencer is like looking at Saturn through a telescope. you could stare forever and never have enough, but you'll never be able to touch. the proximity is a delusion. especially when he pulls away like this.

"I just..." he seems affected by your words, those slender fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides.

"you just what, Spencer? I'm really getting sick of chasing you after your tantrums. I've got enough to worry about." you hope your eyes aren't as shiny as they feel, but you need to go. you can't have a breakdown at one of Garcia's parties, and you certainly can't keep spending time in a dark hallway with Reid when your boyfriend is in the next room.

you push past him, shoulders brushing as you blink back your frustrated tears. until you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist with a surprisingly iron grip, pulling you back to him.

you stumble a bit, free hand steadying yourself on his chest. angry words are in your throat, though they get stuck. instead, your mouth is open in surprise. he's never touched you like this, like he needs you to stay. it sends a shiver down your spine.

you think about one time a few weeks ago, when the two of you were heading home late and he bought you a croissant from a café. you sat at a tiny table and talked, played tic tac toe on a napkin. it was stupid, but you didn't want to be anywhere else. you liked how he laughed and held a pen.

his face is so close to yours, you can see the light gleaming in his eyes. his lips are parted. you know what's coming next, feel it in your bones.

"I'm in love with you." the words seem to fill up the entire hallway, pressing on the walls. your heart is hammering in your chest, the weight of it all seemingly coming down all at once.

you know you can't. you've never cheated, and you never will. but something inside you crumbles to ancient ruin, some rational part that would remind you that Wren is kind, and funny, and likes you a lot.

Spencer loves you; it repeats itself in your head like a mantra, burning through every cell in your body. he's still holding onto you, his skin bleeding warmth into yours as you hold his gaze. you love his eyelashes and the shape of his mouth. you can feel his breath on your lips, the magnitude of a possible kiss resting between you.

you inhale sharply, trying to remember every curve and slope of this moment.

"I can't," you whisper. your eyes flicker to his lips. how easy it would be. "I'm with someone else."

the fire in his eyes flares. he drops your wrist, defeated. you stay for a moment. it's the last shred you can keep.

"Y/N?" the sound of your name jerks you out of this stupor. you turn to see JJ at the end of the hallway, a half-bitten candied orange in her fingers. "is everything okay?"

"everything's fine." you straighten and put a false smile on, walking over to her. your limbs feel like lead, even as she links your arm with hers.

"I really like Wren. he's so funny." she laughs.

"isn't he?" you chance a look behind your shoulder, at Spencer in the dark. he doesn't look away this time. he knows just as well as you do that you aren't finished.

you just don't know where to begin.

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[ineffabildaddy]

6, 8, and 21 for the soft asks <3

omg hiii hehehe

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical)

oh god okay, physical: my tattoos are sick, my beard's coming along nicely, and ermmm i'm stacked in the back lmfao

non-physical: i try to be a friendly person, i'm very organised and clean at work which i'm proud of, anddd i'd like to think i know a good amount about music

8. tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good

this bit's gna be long so i'll put it under the cut dlfjlkdg

@raining-stars-somewhere-else he's an inactive king atm but he's my bestie and i love him<3 so so hilarious and observant and talented and kind. he's my dude and he means a lot to me go away

@sad-chaos-goblin i feel like i can be totally insane around you and you'll get on my wavelength immediately, it's amazing dlkkkljgfjkld. also i feel really lucky to be friends with someone so well-rounded and driven and fun, not to mention compassionate<3 i'm really really lucky to have met you and i hope we get to do irl adventures in the nearish future!!! until then we're great friends from afar!!!

@omens-for-ophelia we're just perfectly matched for our headcanons and kinks and shit and i absolutely love it. u get me, i get u, we get each other on this front and on many others!!! ur an extremely nurturing person too. i also love having u around bc ur full of fun facts and passion and energy, and of course ur art is absolutely incredible, i'm scratching at the walls just thinking about it dklkjldfgjkl. can't wait to create more absolutely feral works of crowley and aziraphale [redacted] in various ways hahahhkshjdf. and also hopefully have some london hangouts soon<3

@queer-reader-07 of course i've gotta mention ya because you're one of my fave blogs! i feel so warm and welcome reading all your posts and tags because you're a very lovely individual, and you've also got so many valuable things to say and i really look forward to seeing your takes on everything<3 also as i said before ur a very funny person and i enjoy that heh. i always get so excited when u pop up in my notifs i'm like little old me????

@foolishlovers bestie your writing makes me so happy but chatting and things makes me even happier<3 you're a really enthusiastic friend to have and you've got so many wonderful qualities that i just wanna share the love as much as possible hehe. i'm very glad we're doing shhh it's a secret together and that we've become close in general uwu

@crowleyslvt ur a little lad who's always got something hilarious and insightful to say about literally anything i come to u with, whether it's fkn silly memes or an existential crisis lol. you have such a unique way of looking at the world and i really enjoy it. also having a giggle with u is always top tier and on top of that ur a very supportive king<3 and of course u writing's delish at all times in any context

@voluptatiscausa i can literally tell you my most redacted thoughts and you'll be like yeah this is just another day at the office dkffjddgl. you're a silly and goofy guy (gn) who's simultaneously very easy to open up to which is always a comfort<3 the fact that we both like mitchell and webb makes us collectively Not Like Other Girls and we need to capitalise on that more tbh. also i greatly enjoy ur writing ofc

@bowtiepastabitch you're jokes. also we're very different and yet somehow the same brand of fucked up which i love<3 the lore could not be more disparate but the vibes could not be more immaculate. pls continue to be my friend smh

some more legends i love @crowleyholmes @fearandhatred @crowleys-bentley-and-plants @celestialcrowley @sabotage-on-mercury @quoththemaiden @ineffable-rohese @crawley-fell

21. if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

probably this - one day you're going to start sticking up for yourself, i promise<3

[softsan]

— bias tag game *ੈ✩‧₊˚

rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10. then answer the questions below! try not to look at the questions before you make your list! (thank you for tagging mee @calibali22 ✨ )

moni's bias list - in no particular order.

1. hyunjin (stray kids) 2. san (ateez) 3. wooyoung (ateez) san (ateez) 4. doyoung (nct) 5. yeonjun (txt) 6. yuta (nct) 7. seonghwa (ateez) 8. felix (stray kids) 9. yoongi (bts) 10. jake (enhypen)

1. Between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

Seonghwa 🥺 

2. Between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

Ahhh, I love em' both but I have say San. My love. My mountain.

3. If you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

I think I'd have an absolute blast with Wooyoung, like we've never stop laughing. Wooyoung is very charismatic, and quick-witted so I feel like we'd bond instantly. I'd love to go siteseeing with him aha, I feel like he'd offer the best commentary (tho he'd be like making things up as he goes). We'd just walk around an unknown city struggling to navigate but we'd find the most charming place to cafe where we could rest.

4. What is your favorite physical feature about 9?

His gummy smile. My heart.

5. What is your favorite part of 6's personality?

I love how bold he can be. He's spontaneous and very curious. I also love seeing him being enthusiastic about things.

6. If you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

Please don't push youself too hard, and please make sure you're taking care of yourself! 💕

7. Between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

Hyunjin! Boi is so stylish, I cannot.

8. What is a style that you want to see 3 try?

Oreo hair! 🔈 I know he's done it, but I loveeee his hair like that.

9. Between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

Doyoung, but both of them are a lot taller than me lols.

10. Between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

Yoongi! I adore his solo music and always look forward to his new releases.

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[jokatsuya]

Love and immortality

Part II Part I

Morpheus x reader

Wordcount: 1185

Warnings: actually none

Summary: In 1489 of the Lord, Morpheus and (y/n) meet for the second time. Thereby (y/n) tells about the developments which are impressive for her, only to have to realize that the still unknown to her considers the whole thing probably still too insignificant.

A/n: Here comes already, sooner than expected, part 2 of my Dream/Morpheus series Love and immortality and with it a huge thank you to you. It has totally overwhelmed me how you have literally rushed to the first part. I love you guys. Now for an important question: The 1389 Dream looks minimally a little better than the 1489 Dream, right? Your dream JoKatsuya

>>How did you know... that I'd still be here? Who are you? A wizard? A...a saint? A demon?<<, I try to get out of the man in front of me, who obviously must be the same as the one exactly 100 years ago. Apart from his new hairstyle and clothes, he looked unchanged. He could not really be such a being, could he? However, at not a single one of my questions the stranger pardons his face, but continues to let his eyes just rest calmly on me, which triggers quite the opposite in me.

>>Have I made a bargain with the devil?<<, I finally ask him further in the great hope that he will deny it. Just the thought makes me wince inwardly, if I really have committed such a sin.

>>No.<<, his so unique voice penetrates to me for the first time this evening and coaxes shamefully a shiver over my back, which I hope he didn't notice. How could he do so much to me with such a simple word? In the last hundred years I have often thought back to him, partly had the fear to have remembered him completely wrongly. But wrong thought. He is the same as before. Mysterious,...attractive to be honest and he had that certain something about him, which would probably elicit any secret from me, if he wanted it.

>>Then why aren't I dead long since? Is that some kind of game?<<, I want to know with widened eyes. Do I owe him... my soul?

>>No game.<<, he merely says. Why did he always have to be so taciturn when I wanted to know something, just anything, about him? This is not fair. Wait what am I talking about? I've probably only lived this long because of him. Inwardly I slap myself for my impudence to even think that far after being given such a gift.

>>But why? Who are you? Why are you here?<<, I ask him partly again and examine his facial expression. How could he still live through all this time? Or rather, how could I still live?

>>I'm here because I'm interested.<<, he says, which directly throws a question into my head.

>>In me?<<, I look for a more precise answer on his part after a short wait and thinking about the whole thing, blushing slightly unintentionally. Hopefully the dimmed light of the pub ensures that he does not see it. If I remember correctly, there was a lot more going on today than there was a hundred years ago. In fact, I didn't even expect this pub to last this long. My brother had always made fun of it and said that before I lived to be over 100 I should rather make sure that this building was still standing, but look, here it is and it's more successful than ever. May Hob rest in peace.

>>In your experience.<<, admittedly, this answer feels like a punch in the gut - a very uncomfortable feeling. At the same time, I'm not even quite sure why exactly.

>>What do I have to do?<<, I finally ask him now, just to make sure it really wasn't a set-up with the devil or the like.

>>Nothing. You live your life as you choose. Then on this day, every 100 years, we will meet.<<, he announces his terms, seeming more enthusiastic than before, and leaning forward slightly with a gentle smile slowly creeping onto his face. Did he just mean every 100 years? Does that mean...?

>>Because you wanna know how it's like. Or because you want to know if I have found true love?<<, I want to inquire whereupon I receive a head movement on his part implying that I should continue.

>>All right. I'll tell you what it's like.<<, I begin to explain, pausing for a brief moment to think about what to say before continuing, >>It's great. It's all changing.<<

>>In what way?<<, he immediately wants to know and leans forward a little further, giving me the opportunity to breathe in his indescribable scent for a moment. Jesus, I sound crazy. I really need to get my thoughts together.

>>Around...Chimneys. Not having your eyes watering all the time from the smoke.<<, I make myself laugh. That point alone was a real improvement over 1389.

>>And now we have these little cloths pieces for your nose.<<, I add enthusiastically, >>Well, back then we only used our sleeves, which doesn't sound very nice when I think about it. No, it really doesn't.<<

Slowly, the black-clad man in front of me leans back again and looks less enthusiastic about my mentions than I am, which leaves me silent for a moment before I move on to the next point, hoping to cover up the unpleasant situation: >>However, I still haven't found a partner. With one I was almost sure, but then it turned out that he cheated on me with two other women. People will probably always remain, shady characters, which makes the whole thing with the search not so easy.<<

>>What will you people think of next?<<, the man asks seemingly uninspired, which is not exactly friendly of him, after he had asked.

Nevertheless endeavored the discussion further to bring, I consider again what I could say then now still. There would be actually many things, which one could still take up.

>>With any luck, something to get rid of fleas.<<

>>But what have you been doing for the last hundred years?<<, now he tries again his luck, presumably in the hope around more or rather said better to find out.

>>As I said, I tried it with someone about 40 years ago, but that came to nothing. Otherwise, I did almost the same as before. I started working on a farm and I must confess that weaving really suits me. It's impressive what new techniques have emerged over time. Still, I don't think it's something for the ages for me, but it beats out of rotting to maggots in the ground, eh?<<, I reply thoughtfully, with my gaze averted from him. In fact, I had a few expectations for this time, but they were only partially fulfilled.

With a small but growing smile, the stranger in front of me questions my unspoken question: >>So you still wanna live?<<

>>Oh, yes.<<, I immediately answer without thinking and watch him rise with a jerk. How could one person have such a charisma?

>>A hundred years, then?<<, he asks me as if to our first meeting and looks down at me from his raised position.

>>Yes.<<, I enthusiastically agree with shining eyes. No matter how he does it, with the immortal life, but this is more than worth the simple exchange of such simple in almost meaningful information on my part.

>>You never told me who you are.<<, I try for the last time in this century, but without success. At the same time I take it upon myself to achieve more in the next decades than I have done so far. And again he goes out the door of the White Horse without answering me.

Strictly do not: copy, claim or translate those stories of mine anywhere else

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Persona 3/Fire Emblem Three Houses Crossover Megapost

In celebration of Persona 3 Reload coming out and reigniting my love for S.E.E.S, and wanting to write Three Houses once again, I figured I could do both at once. If you wanna see more, feel free to request interactions/scenarios, I'd be happy to! Enjoy the shenanigans of the Blue Lions and S.E.E.S!

Word Count: 3.2k Content: Blue Lions meeting the P3 Protagonists, Sylvain talking to Aigis, Dimitri talking to Minato and Minako, Byleth and Sothis meeting Elizabeth, and Blue Lions reacting to Personas

Blue Lions meeting the P3 Protagonists ===============================

Byleth walked through the crowded hallways of Garreg Mach Monastery, accompanied by the two mysterious visitors that appeared during the bandit attack.

One was a blue haired boy, both hands in his pocket as he emotionlessly glanced around, ignoring the gaze of the students.

The one beside him was a brown haired girl with a ponytail, who in contrast seemed far more enthusiastic about meeting everyone, waving hello to some of the students.

(Minako) "Come on, you can at least smile a little! We're representing Gekkoukan after all."

Minato rolled his eyes and coldly replied.

(Minato) "Junpei is already ruining our reputation for us back at the entrance. No need for me to do anything."

Minako sighed and looked at her new teacher with a wry smile.

(Minako) "Sorry, this is probably not a good introduction, is it?"

Byleth shrugged, turning to face the both of them. His expression was not too dissimilar from Minato's.

(Byleth) "Honestly, I don't really know how to approach this better than you all. I'm a mercenary."

Minako put a finger to her chin as her brows furrowed.

(Minako) "Hm...Think we should have gotten Mitsuru-senpai to take care of the talking for us?"

(Minato) "Probably."

Minako shrugged shortly after thinking about the situation, her smile quickly coming back.

(Minako) "Well, too late for regrets now!...Actually, where are we going?"

(Byleth) "We're heading towards the...Blue Lions classroom I believe. Dimitri said he wanted to thank you two personally, I have to go to meet with some other people, but I'll check back with you all later."

After departing with Byleth, the siblings entered through a large double door and saw Dimitri surrounded by seven unfamiliar faces.

Dimitri gave them a nod of acknowledgement as the group scattered to make room.

(Dimitri) "I take it your group is getting accustomed to Garreg Mach?"

Minako smiled in response, first looking at everyone's expression and taking note of them before giving an answer. Minato meanwhile kept his stoic look and let his sister do the speaking.

(Minako) "Psh, not in the slightest! We've never seen anything like this back in our world."

An orange haired girl spoke up.

(Annette) "Another world? Wow, so the rumors weren't kidding! That'd certainly explain the weird looking clothes."

A larger dark skinned man standing next to Dimitri followed up her comment with a respectful bow.

(Dedue) "Where your group comes from is irrelevant, we all owe you a debt of gratitude for saving his highness."

Minato nodded back.

(Minato) "Of course. And thanks for giving our friends a place to stay."

(Sylvain) "Jeez, that guy's a little intense. Doesn't he remind you of a certain someone?"

Sylvain elbowed Felix, who gave an annoyed glare back.

(Felix) "Shut up already. They can hear you, you know."

(Minako) "Eh, don't worry about my baby brother here! He's usually like this."

(Mercedes) "Oh, you two are siblings? I wouldn't have guessed!"

Minato replied in an emotionless tone, though it did not carry any hint of malice in it.

(Minato) "We get that a lot."

(Ingrid) "If there's anything you guys need help with, feel free to reach out! My name's Ingrid, by the way."

Everyone took a moment to introduce themselves.

(Ashe) "I really look forward to getting to you know you all!"

Minako gave him a warm smile back.

(Minako) "Me too! And though he may not look like it, this one is too!"

(Minato) "Hm."

The siblings departed the Blue Lions to find their own group, leaving them to converse amongst themselves.

(Dimitri) "They appear to be...a unique bunch."

(Annette) "Minako seems really nice! Though, I couldn't really get a read on her brother."

(Ingrid) "It probably won't take long for Sylvain to piss him off."

(Sylvain) "Hey, why are you making it sound like he will get angry at me? We could be best buds!"

(Felix) "Is that right? Well, I'm not holding my breath."

(Mercedes) "This is going to be a fun year with them around, that's for sure!"

(Ashe) "Probably super chaotic too. I wonder what the rest of their group is like."

(Dedue) "If they are anything like us, Ashe, I'm sure it won't take them long to adjust."

=============================== Sylvain talking to Aigis ===============================

Aigis appeared to be standing still near the greenhouse, quietly examining the plants.

She had been that way for nearly an hour before she was approached by Sylvain.

(Sylvain) "Hey there, Aigis! Whatcha doin' here?"

Her head stiffly turned to face Sylvain and gave a single nod, her face remaining unchanged.

(Aigis) "I am observing the plants in your world. They appear to be very similar to our own, but differ in properties and how they are utilized."

Sylvain tilted his head curiously, turning to look at the plants with a look of genuine curiousity.

(Sylvain) "Huh. I never really thought about that kind of thing before, but it must be crazy for you to see plants be made into healing potions."

(Aigis) "Negative. Plants were used by humans for medicinal purposes, ranging back thousands of years. But the potency of your flora appear to be far stronger than the ones found on Earth."

Her answer confused him, making him shake his head and remember why he was there to begin with.

(Sylvain) "...Okaaay, kinda lost me there. But, if you're wanting to see other things that are different, how about going out into town with me?"

(Aigis) "Are you asking me out on what they refer to as a 'date'?"

Sylvain chuckled at her question.

(Sylvain) "If you wanna call it that, then sure-!"

(Aigis) "The answer is no."

(Sylvain) "Wha- why not?!"

(Aigis) "Minato-san has specifically warned me to not go on any dates. Especially with you, Sylvain."

Though her tone was completely static, he could gleam a bit of malice in the response.

(Sylvain) "Okay listen, whatever he told you about me is not true!"

(Aigis) "He has not told me anything."

(Sylvain) "Then who did?"

Aigis paused for a moment before resuming.

(Aigis) "...The list is as follows: Ingrid, Felix, Dimitri, Dorothea, Yukari, Junpei, Mitsuru, Minako, Byleth-"

(Sylvain) "Alright alright, I got the message across! But surely you must be curious about going outside the Monastery for at least a few hours? I can be a tour guide at least!"

Aigis paused once again.

(Aigis) "...I comprehend. If this is not a date, then I do not have a problem with this request."

(Sylvain) "G-Great! See you in half an hour?"

(Aigis) "Affirmative. I also have an order I am obliged to follow, given by Minato and Minako in regards to you."

Sylvain wasn't even sure he wanted to know what it was.

(Sylvain) "And that is...?"

(Aigis) "I am authorized to use force if pressured onto a date."

(Sylvain) "F-Force?! Now hang on just a-"

(Aigis) "Commencing preparations. Please meet me by the entrance in half an hour."

Aigis walked away, leaving Sylvain standing by himself with an open jaw.

(Sylvain) "What the heck is with her?!"

C Support Reached!

=============================== Dimitri talking to Minato and Minako ===============================

Dimitri walked into the dormitories where the S.E.E.S members had taken up residence during their stay at Garreg Mach.

At the moment it was just Minato sitting on the couch with a strange device on his ears, and Minako reading a book from the library.

Minako looked up from her book and waved to Dimitri.

(Minako) "Hey, Dimitri! Surprised to see you here!"

Minato noticed Minako moving and grabbed the right side of his device and lifted it off. Dimitri could hear words coming out of it.

"Hey, hey, hey" Fueling the fire with the burning desire-

(Minato) "Hey."

(Dimitri) "Are those words coming out of that earmuff?"

(Minako) "Oh, that's right! I forget you guys don't know what headphones are!"

Minato raised an eyebrow at his sister.

(Minato) "We've been in a medieval world this entire time, and you forgot that it doesn't have technology like ours?"

(Minako) "Hush you! Anyways, that's a small...thingy that can play music, in short. Now whatcha need?"

Dimitri cleared his throat after focusing away from Minato's headphones.

(Dimitri) "Truthfully, I was curious to see what you all got up to in your free time. You seemed to have adjusted to the school life well, but I was wanting to make sure you could do so in your free time."

Minato shrugged nonchalantly.

(Minato) "We're managing, surprisingly."

(Minako) "Yeah, who knew that hanging out with a buncha people our age who can cast fireballs would seem so normal!"

(Dimitri) "That's another thing I wanted to ask. Your group seems well versed in combat already. What exactly is your home like?"

(Minako) "Weeeeeelll-"

Her voice trailed off, waving one hand dismissively.

(Minako) "Just self defense is all! We have to deal with vagrants in our world too."

(Dimitri) "Is...that right?"

(Minato) "You're a worse liar than Ashe-"

Minako immediately pointed at her little brother.

(Minako) "YOU! YOUR FACE, SHUT!"

That made Dimitri laugh.

(Dimitri) "I apologize, I did not mean to pry. I am just impressed more than anything."

(Minato) "Relatedly...Today's the first full moon here at Garreg Mach, right?"

Dimitri noticed how both their expressions suddenly became serious.

(Dimitri) "Y-Yes it is. It also means it's nearly been a month since you all first came here. Is the moon significant in your world?"

Minato sat up from the couch and put his hands into his pocket.

(Minato) "Very."

Minato began walking away from the group before giving Dimitri one last look.

(Minato) "You might get your answer sooner than you think."

As he exited the dorm, he turned to Minako.

(Dimitri) "Did I say something wrong?"

(Minako) "Oh, don't mind him. He's usually that much of a jackass...But he's not wrong...Say, how about we spar near midnight, Dimitri?"

=============================== Byleth and Sothis meeting Elizabeth ===============================

Byleth woke up in his bed, rubbing his eye before noticing Sothis was trying to shake him awake.

(Sothis) "Finally! Do you know how long I've been trying to- Know what? Forget it, that doesn't matter! There's something here!"

(Byleth) "Something here? What are you-"

He paused when he noticed there was a blue glow coming from outside the door to his room.

Byleth immediately grabbed his sword and nearly kicked down the door with Sothis floating behind him.

Only to see another door in front of him, glowing blue and with an energy he could not place the feeling of.

(Byleth) "That wasn't here yesterday."

(Sothis) "Your keen senses of observation never ceases to amaze me, child."

Byleth made no comment as he slowly circled around the door. There was nothing it led to, even on the other side.

Byleth saw a group of students walk past the door, giving him an odd look but saying hello, not even acknowledging the door's presence.

(Sothis) "The door feels...strangely familiar."

(Byleth) "Should we go inside it?"

The two exchanged a glance before slowly opening the door and entering it.

...

Inside sat Sothis's throne, now bathed in a ghastly blue aura, a table sitting in front of it, but most notable of all was the fact a woman was standing inside, alone.

(Sothis) "M-My throne!"

The woman turned towards her visitors and politely bowed.

She had blonde hair and a strange blue attire, adorned with a small hat that rested on her head.

While everything about her seemed to be human, the way she portrayed herself and everything surrounding her was anything but.

(???) "Welcome, to the Velvet Room."

(Sothis) "Velvet Room? This is MY room!"

(???) "...Ah, so it is! I was wondering why it was so empty. I hope you do not mind that I have taken up residence here, you have my sincerest apologies!"

Byleth reached for his sword, but suddenly realized it was gone. Deciding to question instead of fight, he simply asked:

(Byleth) "Who are you?"

The woman smiled at the question and bowed once again.

(Elizabeth) "My name is Elizabeth, it is a pleasure to be your acquaintance! I am the attendee to the two under your care."

It took a moment for them to realize who she was talking about.

(Byleth) "Minato and Minako?"

Suddenly, things made sense. Everytime Sothis appeared to talk to him, they appeared to be aware of her, despite the fact no one else in their group could.

They already weren't normal, but this further solidified that something else was at play here.

(Elizabeth) "The Arisato siblings, yes! Well, truth be told my brother is supposed to be here, but alas he is nowhere to be found. But I am more than enough to serve their purpose."

(Sothis) "What do you provide that requires taking over my home?"

(Byleth) "That's in my head, no less..."

(Elizabeth) "I provide them with the fusing of Personas for their journey. Nothing more, and nothing less! For we can only assist, never directly intervene.

Elizabeth put a finger to her chin, thinking about what to say next.

(Elizabeth) "As for the occupation, it seemed this was the only place I could manifest myself that could easily reach you as well. Your fates are all intertwined, after all!"

Sothis sighed and crossed her arms, floating over to Elizabeth.

(Sothis) "You couldn't ask?"

(Elizabeth) "I tried, multiple times. But I believe you were asleep everytime I attempted, and eventually found this empty room, save the throne."

(Byleth) "...That one is more of your fault than anything-"

(Sothis) "Be quiet."

(Elizabeth) "I look forward to getting to know you two as well."

(Byleth) "Well, I'm Byleth, and that's Sothis. I guess we'll get to know you too."

Suddenly, the door opened behind them.

(Minako) "I guess it makes sense for the Velvet room to- OHMYGOD!-"

Minako leapt back in fear while Minato only flinched.

(Minako) "WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

(Minato) "It's that floating green thing again too-"

(Sothis) "EXCUSE ME?!"

=============================== Blue Lions Reacting to Personas ===============================

(Dimitri) "EVERYONE, TO THE CATHEDRAL!"

The Blue Lions and Byleth dashed across the bridge leading to Garreg Mach's cathedral, bathed in the ominous light of a full moon.

The previously calm black skies had darkened to a sickly pale green glow while being chased by monsters.

While they could kill a few of them, there were too many of them to deal with. And under the moonlight they appeared to be getting stronger.

Ashe, Mercedes, and Annette attempted to hold back the monsters with spells and arrows, but if they stood their ground they would have been overwhelmed.

Instead, Dimitri, Dedue, Felix, and Byleth held the ones in pursuit off while Ingrid and Sylvain tried to find a way inside.

(Sylvain) "Damn it, it's stuck!"

(Ingrid) "Then we gotta kick the door down!-"

Before she could attempt to do so, the ground they were standing on quickly darkened, making everyone look up.

A massive blob-like monster slithered down the walls, with too many arms to count protruding out of it, all wielding swords.

(Annette) "B-BEHIND US!"

Everyone turned around and gained distance as the monster crashed onto the concrete, sending bricks flying into the air at violent speeds.

The Blue Lions had been pincered by these creatures.

(Mercedes) "I-Is this the work of the same people that attacked the burial site?!"

(Dedue) "I am unsure if even they are capable of doing this! The people I had been speaking to suddenly turned into coffins!"

(Byleth) "Here's the plan, when I count to three, we break through these monsters coming from the bridge and make a run-"

Before he could finish his sentence, they all heard someone speaking to them.

(Fuuka's Voice) "Thank goodness, you all are still okay! Can you hear me?!"

(Felix) "Is that...Fuuka?!"

(Ashe) "Is she in danger too?! How can we hear-"

(Fuuka's Voice) "Everyone needs to get back to a safe distance from the Shadows on the bridge, right now!"

Without warning, the shadows suddenly burst into a black mist from what appeared to be an ice spell.

Mitsuru, Akihiko, Ken, Shinji, Aigis, and even their dog, Koromaru, were standing from the entrance, all wielding weapons.

(Mitsuru) "Everyone, escape to us, we'll keep you safe!"

Before anyone could react, Minato, Minako, Junpei, and Yukari ran in front of them, all wielding strange devices in their hands with red armbands.

(Dimitri) "Wait, that thing is too dangerous for you to-!"

Minako turned to them with a smirk, giving them a thumbs up and cutting Dimitri off.

(Minako) "Don't worry. Bandits and cultists are your guys things, Shadows are ours!"

(Junpei) "Hell yeah, time for us to finally shine!"

(Yukari) "Please focus, you two!"

(Minato) "You wanted to see where we got our combat skills from, right Dimitri? Here's your answer."

Everyone watched with confusion as they pointed strange devices to all their heads.

(Minato/Minako, Junpei, and Yukari)

"ORPHEUS!" "HERMES!" "IO!"

The monster seemed to recoil in surprise once the four pulled the trigger, summoning monsters of their own, igniting the area around them in a bright blue flame.

They rushed the monster with their weapons raised, joined by their ghastly summons and seemed to attack with near perfect synchronization.

Looking back at the bridge, the rest of them appeared to be doing the same and wiping out the smaller monsters with ease.

(Shinji) "The hell are you doing standing still, get a damn move on!"

(Byleth) "You heard them, MOVE IT!"

The Blue Lions did as commanded, running from the fight, though most of them couldn't tear their eyes off from what they were seeing.

(Sylvain) "Holy hell, they're tearing those things apart! What even are they?!"

(Felix) "Tch, no wonder they always seemed like they were holding back, it's because they were!"

(Annette) "Are those made from magic?!"

(Mercedes) "They look more like ghosts to me!"

(Ashe) "I-I hope they're not, but I'm glad they're on our side!"

(Ingrid) "Think they can teach us how to do that too?"

(Dedue) "I do not think we should be asking questions like these right now!"

(Dimitri) "Agreed, we need to find somewhere safe!"

(Byleth) What kind of place is their world where fighting monsters like these is normal for them?!

...

(Elizabeth) "Hah, I knew they'd have no problem."

Sothis watched the ongoing fight with her jaw opened wide, not believing what was happening.

...

Once the Full Moon Shadow was dispatched of, the members of S.E.E.S moved to find the Blue Lions.

(Fuuka) "Good work everyone, the rest of the shadows are disappearing en masse."

(Mitsuru) "Operation complete, though I cannot say I feel particularly great after this victory."

(Ken) "I can't believe the Dark Hour followed us here..."

(Koromaru) "Woof!"

(Aigis) "Koromaru agrees."

(Minato) "Makes sense something would be up if we could still use our evokers here, even outside the Dark Hour."

(Yukari) "I can't help but feel responsible. We brought the Dark Hour to a place that didn't even have to deal with it..."

(Junpei) "Saving one world was already great, but maybe we'll get the credit for two?"

(Shinji) "Tch, what a pain in the ass."

(Akihiko) "Suppose we just need to keep in mind of the moon here too, on top of all the other things to worry about."

(Minako) "Feels good finally getting to let loose without worrying about witnes-...Oh crap, where did the Blue Lions go! They didn't exactly look like they'd forget about this anytime soon!"

Fuuka quickly found where they were hiding, and S.E.E.S moved to find and explain everything they could.

Or at least, attempt to explain.

Mitsuru and Minato had to do most of the explaining.