#i'm also not totally sure what the tattoo is supposed to look like? but this is just how i pictured it

[cimmeria-writes]

(ID: A digital drawing of Keema and Jun from The Spear Cuts Through Water by Simon Jimenez. Keema has chin length brown hair, and is wearing a terra cotta colored shirt and purple pants. He holds a spear and looks over at Jun, smiling slightly. Jun is wearing a blue wrap shirt and black pants tightened at the waist and shins with cord. He holds a red demon mask. The background is teal, a thin crescent moon between them. The other images are close ups of their faces. END ID.)

[lovebugism]

Ohh can I please request something fluffy and funny for Eddie with the prompt “ I forgot to pack my enthusiasm. ”? Maybe him, reader and all the gang (if you want to add them too) go to a trip to the beach and Eddie is not very enthusiastic about it because of you know, sunburn, sand everyone and then something touch his foot while he is in the water and he is like "nope, ok I'm out of here".

Sorry if it's too specific 😅

hi love! thanks for your request!! — the one where eddie hates the beach, but he's super in love with you (fluff, established relationship, 1.5k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

“I just put on sunscreen!” Eddie grouses like a child as you smear the lotion over his milky white shoulders. 

The cool cream mixed with the magic of your touch makes his skin prickle with chill bumps. Despite his boyish dramatics, he sits obediently on the edge of your shared bed as you lather him with sun protectant. He’ll take any opportunity to be touched by you.

You scoff. “Yeah, on your tattoos.”

“Well, where else is it supposed to go?”

You want to scold him, but he flashes you a look from beneath his lashes before you can. His chocolate syrup eyes blink up at you, brows furrowed in a puppy-like pout. You don’t even realize you’re smiling at him until you’re already grinning like an idiot.

“What’s the point of only putting sunscreen in one place?” you ask, laughing while you smooth the cream over his arms. You hold his wrist in one hand and rub it in with the other, doing it for both arms until the white sheen is mostly gone. “You might as well just put it on the rest of your body.”

“I don’t care about the rest of my body.”

“Well, I care about the rest of your body, Eddie Munson,” you retort with a stern sort of gentleness. 

You see a twinkle form in the dark brown of his wide eyes and a smile quirk the edges of his pink lips. You can practically hear the sex joke bouncing around in his head — “you take extra good care of the rest of my body, too, sweetheart.” 

Before he can say anything, you continue.

“And I don’t want you to get skin cancer, alright?” you argue as you smear the sunscreen over his chest. 

He’s as soft as he is pale, almost obscenely so. Your fingers glide over his skin with ease, occasionally running over his tattoos and the sparse hair sprinkled on his sternum. You caress him absentmindedly — touching him just to touch him and totally forgetting you’re doing him a service. 

“Also, I really don’t wanna hear you complain about getting sunburnt.”

“Rude,” he pouts.

You meet his playful scowl with a smile. 

With what’s left over on your fingertips, you rub the rest of the sunscreen onto his face. Your thumbs smear over his chin, nose, and the apples of his cheeks. Your fingers disappear beneath his fluffy bangs when you make sure to get his forehead, too.

“For caring about you? Absolutely.”

He grins at your admission of love — not entirely an ‘I love you’ but basically the same thing. 

As your fingers dance over his face, his eyes flit down to the rest of your body. Your chest is level with his face now. He can’t be entirely blamed for his ogling.

You’re wearing the bathing suit he got you — his one condition to coming on this trip with you and the rest of the gang. 

It was black to match his swim trunks and mostly plain because he couldn’t really afford anything else. The high-waisted bottoms fan out in a pretty little skirt, and the bikini is clasped together with a metal heart in the center.

“Maybe we should stay in today,” Eddie advises with his head tilted to his shoulder. His hands creep around the backs of your thighs, urging you to step closer between his legs. His chocolate gaze lingers on the pendant between your breasts before his eyes flit up to yours. 

He smiles and his words drip from his mouth like honey. “We can have our own fun in here, you know?”

“As good as that sounds…” you singsong as you smooth a few ornery curls behind his ear. “…I sorta promised Max I’d let her teach me out to surf… And also, I really wanna swim.”

Eddie deflates. His boyish pout returns to him, and he groans.

You laugh when the boy flops dramatically back onto the mattress. 

“C’mon, Eds! You could at least try and have a good time!”

“Yeah, I think I forgot to pack my enthusiasm this trip, sweetheart…”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you tease, climbing onto the bed beside him. You maneuver on your knees until you’re sitting just next to him, your feet curled beneath you. His hand rises to your thigh like its muscle memory for him. His warm palm spreads over your skin. You smooth a hand over his pale knuckles. “It’s gonna be fun, okay? I promise.”

“No. It’s gross,” he retorts with his features contorted in abhorrence. “The water is disgusting, and you get sand in places sand should never be, and I hate it.”

He tilts his cheek to the mattress to flash you a dramatic pout, wide-eyed and jut-lipped. You meet it with a more mischievous grin as you lean over him. Your smirking face is level with his, your breasts so achingly close. 

“Well, I’ll help you clean off when we get back, yeah? Make sure all the side is off you,” you offer, almost whispering in your honeyed tone. You arch a brow down at him. “Sound like a plan?”

Eddie nods, slow and sloppy, until the words catch up to him. 

He stammers, “Yeah— Yeah, that… That sounds… Yeah.”

—————

You try and fail to surf. Max Mayfield turned out to be a pretty good teacher, and you actually got the hang of balancing pretty quickly, but salt water up the nose was no joke. You coughed until your chest ached, eyes watering and nostrils stinging.

Eddie sat on the shore with you, crouched at your side while he patted between your shoulder blades with a firm hand. “Shit, babe. You okay?” he questioned with his features scrunched in worry. You nodded even though your throat was raw. He begged you to stay out of the water, but you only begged him to play a game of chicken against Robin and Steve in return. 

It isn’t any wonder who won that argument.

You were sitting on Eddie’s shoulders some minutes later, wherein you also tried and failed to win at chicken. 

Robin Buckley was far stronger than anyone has ever given her credit for. You like to think you put up a good fight, but the second her hands curled around your forearms, you were a goner.

The water sparkles around you when you feel backwards into it. You plug your nose as you plunge, still distantly fearful of getting water up it again, but you don’t hurry to return to the surface. The water is warm and feels like the most vivid shade of blue. 

You revel in it for a few moments until you hear panicking from up above you.

“What the shit?” you hear Eddie shout, muffled until your head’s above water again. The waves jostle you as the boy begins to flail. “What the shit?!”

“What? What’s wrong?” Steve shouts for you because you haven’t got the breath for it yet.

“Something touched me!”

Your brows furrow. Through labored breaths, you wonder, “What?”

Eddie snaps his head over to you. His damp curls stick to his cheeks and forehead, glowing red from fleeting panic and a day in the sun. His eyes are wide and swimming with boyish horror. “Something touched my foot!”

Robin ducks underwater to look. 

Dustin, playing lifeguard some feet away, dives in behind her with his goggles. They’re almost cartoonishly too big for his round face. 

You stay on the surface with Eddie. Your eyes flit from his retreating figure to the two kids searching for whatever had frightened him.

Dustin comes up first. He inhales a sharp gasp before shouting, “Everyone stay calm! It’s just a turtle!” he announces, though most of the group is too far away to hear him. Or otherwise care.

“You hear that, Eds?” you shout to the boy walking to shore with one eye squinted to hide from the sun. A giggle sputters from your mouth before you can stop it. “It’s just a turtle, babe!”

Eddie shakes his head like a wet dog. He hates the feeling of it sticking to his face, even more so when it’s all straw-like from salt water. That, combined with grains of burning sand between his toes, is almost unbearable.

“Nope. Don’t care. I’m done,” he complains like a child.

“C’mon, Eds—”

“I love you, but I think I hate that beach more,” Eddie interjects as he wraps a towel around his shoulders. He stands beneath the shaded umbrella, crosses his arms over his chest, and shivers when a cooler breeze rolls by. It makes the water droplets on his reddened skin feel like ice. “I mean, it’s really close, babe, but I can’t take it anymore.”

You stay in the water, kicking your feet and moving your arms to stay afloat, as you admire the boy on the beach. He’s a raincloud standing underneath a yellow sun, otherworldly levels of cute despite how visibly grumpy he is.

You shake your head — both at his dramatics and how much you adore him despite them. 

“I love you, Eddie Munson,” you confess softly, looking at him with the fondest smile anyone’s ever looked at him with.

His chest warms. He can’t tell if it’s from your words or the sunburn he’s getting even though you spent several minutes putting sunscreen on him. 

He grumbles, too pouty to be kind, “I am never letting you do this to me again.”

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

hi, i was wondering if you could perhaps write modern!sihtric fanfic with fake dating trope? to be more clear, maybe there's an upcoming family event in reader's life, like someone's wedding idk, and her parents are nagging her about being single so she asks her best friend (and our boyyy) to act as her boyfriend for the night, just so the parents can't complain and try to find her some unwanted company? just lots of fluff and family comedy! if you don't feel like writing this it's totally okay!! take care <33

Warnings: flufffff

Pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: see request!

Word count: 5.4k

Note: I had so much fun with this, thank you! also; you didn't tell me if reader and our boi actually like each other so, to make everything more awkward, of course they have feelings for each other.

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'Perks of dating me.'

******************

'You want me to do what?' Sihtric laughed as he laid down on his bed.

'It's not fucking funny!' you hissed and punched his shoulder, 'please, Sihtric, I beg you. Please pretend for the night. One night.'

'You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend? At a wedding party? Of your aunt?'

'I never said boyfriend.'

'Date then, whatever,' Sihtric rolled his eyes before he laughed again, 'are you serious?'

'Yes! My parents keep nagging me that I have to bring someone.'

'Look, I'd love to help you, but I'm not sure about this. I'm not exactly the type a mother wants to see her daughter with, am I?'

'What do you mean?' you frowned. You thought Sihtric was incredibly handsome, you saw no problem.

'Look at me, sweetheart,' Sihtric said, 'I'm covered with scars, I have tattoos on my fingers and one in my neck that goes up to the side of my head, I carry a knife with me at all times and I am known to get into fists fights at the McDonald's parking lot at 3 in the morning because they are out of nuggets and I had one too many to drink. And I got you into violent videogames,' he grinned and nodded to the paused tv screen.

You had to give it to him, he had a point. You thought he was handsome, but then you did have a thing for "bad boys" so to speak. Your mother would be upset, your father would probably get unwell and your grandma might actually pass away if they'd see you with Sihtric. But Sihtric was your only hope for the night.

'Please,' you begged again, 'Sihtric, if you don't go with me my parents will find me a date.'

'What?'

'They heard that some guy named Finan, who lives across from them, has a thing for me. They desperately want me to date him, or anyone really. So I said I already am seeing someone, which was obviously a lie. If I can't get you to come with me, they'll ask him! But I don't want to date him!'

'Okay, I'll go,' Sihtric groaned and rubbed his eyes. He was not going to see another man by your side.

'Really?'

'Yes,' he sighed, 'but we need to come up with a story. It's weird to just bring a random date to a wedding, is it not?'

'I agree, okay, so… what's our story?'

'Gods,' Sihtric snorted, 'I have no idea.'

'Look, the most important thing is,' you said, 'we have to be convincing as a couple.'

But that was the least of your problems. You actually liked Sihtric more than just a friend. And unbeknownst to you, he liked you a lot too. Way more than friends. But as you were both too afraid to ruin the friendship you had, you never told each other. 

You had met Sihtric by accident through your mutual friend Uhtred, who you were supposed to grab a drink with a quite some months ago. Uhtred had accidentally double booked and had asked Sihtric to meet up at the same day, same spot, same time, which he didn't realise. So Uhtred was surprised, but also amused, to see both of his friends suddenly show up. And Uhtred didn't say it, but he saw there was instant chemistry between the two of you, as it took only 30 minutes before you both bickered like an old married couple about which power ranger was the strongest.

And as you lived on your own, your parents never knew about Sihtric, because why would they? He was just a friend.

******************

'Okay,' you sighed nervously as you sat next to Sihtric in his car, 'remember we have to be convincing.'

'Yeah, yeah,' Sihtric smiled, unable to keep his eyes off you while he waited for a traffic light.

He thought he had died and gone to Valhalla when he saw you walk up to his car when he came to pick you up. He loved your usual style, but as this was a wedding, you had to dress up. And he thought you looked like a Disney princess with your sleeveless black corset top accompanied by a long, blush coloured velvet skirt while wearing black, high heels underneath. 

If he wasn't such a wuss, he would have proposed to you right at the spot. 

And you were equally as stunned when you saw Sihtric, who was for once not dressed in his regular black cargo jeans and a flannel. Today he was wearing a black, made to size, tuxedo which matched his dark hair. The white blouse underneath his jacket wasn't completely buttoned up, showing a part of his clavicles and his Mjölnir pendant, which you thought looked very sexy. The sides of his head were freshly shaved, exposing the tattoo that ran up to the side of head, he was wearing his regular amount of rings and to your surprise, instead of fancy shoes, he wore his regular black leather boots, which made him instantly look rougher than a usual wedding date. You were head over heels, but it's not like you were going to tell him that. Actually, you hadn't even grasped the fact that you had to pretend to like him.

You had agreed on a backstory, so you knew he had to pretend to be your date, but in your panic to not have a random date as your plus one, you completely forgot that you had to really act as a couple. And you became instantly nervous once you realised it.

'You look pretty,' Sihtric said, making you even more nervous as he pulled up to the wedding venue.

'Thank you,' you blushed heavily, and you thanked the gods for Sihtric wearing sunglasses so he couldn't tell when he smiled at you.

'You look handsome,' you said with a dry mouth as he stopped the car.

'You think?' he lowered his sunglasses to wink at you. 

You tried to open the door of his car as fast as you could, feeling your cheeks heat up again, but you forgot that Sihtric's car had this stupid child lock that he can't seem to fix, so you just desperately tried to unlock the door, with no success, looking like a fly stuck in a window.

'Hold on,' Sihtric sighed as he took off his sunglasses, 'you know that door doesn't work like that, you have to pull the-,' he clicked his tongue and leaned over, unlocking the door for you. And to make everything worse, he smelled nice too. Fuck.

*******************

Before you reached the door to the venue you had already tripped over your skirt, twice. It was a slim fitted and long skirt, and it kept getting stuck under your heel as you walked up the stairs. Luckily, Sihtric was already playing the part of being a good date and he had caught you both times as he had hooked your arm in his to walk up to the party.

'Shit,' you sighed, 'I'm going to rip it if it gets stuck once more.' You felt embarrassed but were thankful that Sihtric had caught you twice.

'Wait,' Sihtric said. He kneeled down and lifted his right trouser leg up slightly, pulling out a dagger, which was in a holster around his ankle, covered by his leather ankle boot. And before you could protest he cut a perfectly straight split in the side of your skirt, which went up to just above your knee. Without saying another word, he placed the dagger back in his holster, rolled the trouser leg down and zipped up his black boot again.

'What the fuck,' you muttered as he stood back up, holding his arm out to you again with a grin.

'Better?' he asked as you continued your walk up the stairs, without tripping this time.

'Actually, yeah,' you giggled, 'thank you,' you smiled at him.

'Perks of dating me,' Sihtric winked and licked his lips before he grinned again.

'Remember,' you said nervously as you stepped through the door, 'we have to be convincing.'

'Do we have a limit?' he asked in a serious manner, 'do you have a limit? Like you don't want me to do certain things like, you know, things couples do?' he shrugged lightly.

'Huh? No, no,' you felt stressed about the whole party, 'I trust you, just- just be convincing.'

'Don't worry about me, I'll be convincing,' Sihtric said and gave you a cheeky smile as he walked you up to the happy newlyweds. And he heard you cough lightly when his hand slid down to your lower back.

He was going to enjoy tonight, finally behaving the way he always wanted to with you, but never could out of fear of ruining your friendship.

'Hey! Look who it is!' your uncle cheered, nudging your aunt when he saw you walk in.

'Hi,' you said shyly, 'yes, it's me,' you smiled and gave the happy couple a hug to congratulate them.

'And who is this then?' your aunt asked, looking Sihtric up and down.

'This is Sihtric,' you smiled as you blushed, 'my friend. I mean boyfriend, my date,' you blurted out. Your uncle gave you a confused look as he shook hands with Sihtric.

'Jack of all traits, sir,' Sihtric smiled, 'congratulations.'

'Thank you, son,' your uncle smiled at him, impressed by his firm handshake. You watched Sihtric congratulate your aunt with a polite kiss to her cheek, to which she even blushed, and as your uncle made a remark about Sihtric's pendant and engaged into a conversation, your aunt nudged your arm.

'Honey, if I wasn't married,' she whispered and nodded to Sihtric, 'I'd climb that man and ride him like a bull.'

'Auntie!' you gasped, to which Sihtric and your uncle looked up. You coughed quickly and waved that everything's fine as you tried to fight the thought that your aunt, who was 67 by the way and just married her second husband, would lure Sihtric into her bed. You thought you were going to throw up in your mouth for a moment.

Your aunt laughed at your flustered face and told you to go to the dining room, as dinner would soon be served, but she didn't let you walk before she said you should have Sihtric as dessert later. You sighed with big eyes and walked as fast as you could, making Sihtric almost run after you as he tried to escape your uncle's endless conversation about religion.

'Babe!' Sihtric called after you and he chuckled, 'wait up.'

You stopped walking. Not because he asked you to, but because you felt your knees weaken when he called you babe, and if you had put another foot forward you would've lost your balance on those ridiculous high heels. You hadn't thought this plan through. You really hadn't.

'Hey,' he said as he stood next to you, 'you okay? You look a little… startled?'

'Yeah, it's just… my aunt. She's very cheeky for her age,' you smiled painfully, 'let's just go find a seat. I'm starving.'

'Gods, me too,' Sihtric said and he grabbed your hand, being the good date/boyfriend he is, or whatever he was supposed to be tonight, he didn't care, 'I wonder what's for dessert,' he said, after which he immediately had to catch you again as you somehow twisted your ankle.

******************

You were nervously fidgeting with your skirt while Sihtric looked completely calm, sitting back in his chair with his arm around your shoulder, sipping some wine they just served. He seemed to be completely oblivious to the table across from you, which had all your teenage nieces, and they were giggling and blushing as they stared at your date. And you couldn't blame them, you felt exactly the same, but you couldn't show it.

'Hey,' Sihtric startled you when he spoke softly in your ear, 'you gotta loosen up, baby. You'll make everyone think you don't want to be with me if you keep this face up,' he chuckled lightly as his nose nuzzled your ear briefly. You felt dizzy enough already, and alcohol made you sick, how could you possibly loosen up?

'Sorry,' you said after you took a deep breath, 'I just… I didn't think this through. This was a bad idea, wasn't it?'

'You feel it's a bad idea?' he asked, concerned.

'Don't you?'

'No,' Sihtric smiled, 'I'm having fun. Your family's really something. I just watch that guy,' he said, pointing at your younger nephew, 'stuff his mouth with thirteen breadsticks. Thirteen!' 

You snorted and shook your head, suddenly feeling relaxed as you remembered that Sihtric always made you feel safe and comfortable, which is one of the things you loved about him.

'I guess you're right,' you smiled, 'we should have fun, right?'

'Exactly,' Sihtric smirked, 'there's free food and free alcohol, and I have you by my side, what more could I want?'

'Well, well,' a familiar harsh voice sounded behind you, and Sihtric watched your eyes grow wide, 'my daughter with a boyfriend? I thought I'd never see the day!'

You turned around and looked up to see your mother towering over you, with your father behind her and your grandma in the middle. Your mother smiled politely at Sihtric but her eyes told you she was going to keep an eye on him all night. And when Sihtric turned his head, to shove his seat back and stand up, you thought your mother was going to faint upon the sight of the tattoo on his head, and she grabbed your grandma's arm.

'Hi,' Sihtric smiled, you were surprised he kept his cool so well, 'my name is Sihtric.'

'Sihtric?' your mother feigned a smile as she shook his hand, 'and what is your job?'

'My job?' Sihtric asked, a little confused by the random question, 'I'm a stripper, lady,' he grinned.

'Sihtric!' you said as you jumped up.

'What?' your mother's face turned pale as she clutched onto your grandma, who was partly deaf, praise the lords.

'A stripper?' your dad frowned.

'No, he is not!' you hissed.

'Oh, no,' Sihtric pretended to be shocked, 'I mean, I strip cars, you know, before they get demolished. My job is to strip the car of anything that can be recycled,' he grinned, knowing exactly what he had done; riling your parents up and possibly sending your grandma to her grave early if she had heard it.

'Oh, goodness,' your mother sighed, and she went to sit across from you at the table. You watched your grandmother stare with disgust at Sihtric's necklace and she made a cross gesture before your father walked her over to her seat.

'He looks like a rat,' your grandma muttered.

This was going to be a long dinner.

****************

'You just had to do that?' you whispered when dinner was finally served.

'What do you speak of?' Sihtric frowned with a smirk. And gods, he looked handsome.

'You are evil,' you said, failing to hide your smile.

'And you loved to see your mother panic,' he grinned and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Which made you blush and you heard the entire table of younger nieces sigh as they had witnessed the quick peck.

'Oh,' Sihtric chuckled as he looked over at the table with youngsters, 'I see you may have competition tonight,' he joked.

'They have been staring at you the whole time already, but I guess you were too busy watching little Edward stick breadsticks in his mouth.'

'And an interesting event it was,' Sihtric said, 'but, if you saw me staring at that kid, that means you have been staring at me too,' he spoke softly as he leaned in. 

Your mother watched with horror as Sihtric leaned his face against yours for a moment as he spoke, and she shuddered at the thought of what kind of vile words may come out of the mouth of that savage looking man. And when she saw how his hand reached up to your neck, and his fingertips trailed over your bare shoulders, she violently kicked your leg under the table.

'Oww!' you yelled, looking shocked and angry at your mother. Sihtric frowned at the sudden moment and saw you rubbed your leg, and he quickly undersood what had happened. He figured your mother had seen him touch you, and she was not a fan. So naturally, he would make everything worse.

'Are you okay honey bun?' Sihtric asked, louder than he had to, causing half of the room to turn their faces to you and the table with youngsters squealed at the nickname he called you.

'Yes,' you blushed, 'thank you, s-sweetheart.' 

You knew you had to step up your game if you wanted to be as convincing as Sihtric was. 

'I just got a cramp in my leg,' you lied, giving your mother a mean stare.

'A cramp?' Sihtric said, still speaking a little too loud, 'again?' he clicked his tongue, 'you had leg cramp in bed last night too, right, baby?' he glanced quickly at your mother before he continued, 'and this morning as well.'

You felt your face heat up and your mouth went dry, so you quickly reached for the glass of water and gulped it down in one go, and you almost spat it out when you noticed it before Sihtric grabbed the glass.

'No!' Sihtric quickly grabbed the glass out of your hands, 'that is not water, love, it's white wine!'

'I figured,' you said with a bitter face and coughed, 'I thought it was water.' 

'No,' Sihtric chuckled lightly and quickly poured you some water, 'here, drink this.'

You drank the water just as fast as you had downed that glass of wine, but you still felt thirsty, because Sihtric was looking and behaving way hotter than you could handle.

'I need some air,' you said, pulling your corset uncomfortably, and you got up.

'Babe,' Sihtric said, genuinely concerned and he ran after you, much to your mother's disgrace.

'He looks like a nice young man,' your father nudged your mother with a smile as he watched Sihtric run after you, 'do you remember when you'd get a leg cramp in bed when we-,' suddenly your dad froze and dropped his breadstick when he realised what obscenity Sihtric had meant.

*****************

'Hey,' Sihtric called after you. You heard him but you really needed air, so you ran as fast and clumsily as you could to the terrace, where you quickly leaned over the small, brick wall, and just as Sihtric reached you, you threw up.

'Gods,' Sihtric said, quickly grabbing your hair to hold it out of your face, 'honey,' he sighed and stroked your back, 'it's okay.' Sihtric knew for a fact you didn't like alcohol, not because you didn't like it, but because it simply made you sick. A few sips was okay, but a whole glass was a big nope, and he hoped he had pulled the glass from your lips in time, but unfortunately.

'Are you okay?' he asked once you finally faced him and sat down. He was quick to hand you the handerchief he had in his tuxedo pocket, and he gave you the water bottle he had already snatched off a table when he ran after you. You wiped your lips rinsed your mouth a few times before you drank the remaining water.

'Thank you,' you smiled before you buried your face in your hands. You felt like crying.

'Hey,' Sihtric whispered, noticing you were visibly upset, and he wrapped you in his strong arms, 'what's wrong, baby?'

You had no idea why he kept his act up even when no one was around, but you didn't care, you needed it right now.

'This whole thing, this plan, this party, my parents,' you sniffled, 'it's just so embarrassing!'

'Why?' he asked as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and he cupped your cheeks, 'tell me, sweetheart.'

'My mom… she always complains about everything. My job, my clothes, my hair, my fucking shoes, my house, the men I've dated, obviously now she's trying to make your life a living hell tonight. Nothing is ever good enough for her. I'm so tired of it and it's so embarrassing. I'm a grown woman! Yet she still feels the need to interfere with my life.'

Sihtric watched you intensely as you ranted, and he felt himself fall even more in love with you with every word you spoke.

'I knew bringing you was a bad idea in the end, but I had no one else,' you said, 'and I'm so sorry to bring you into this bullshi-'

Before you could continue your rant, which seemingly had no ending, Sihtric covered your mouth with his hand.

'Baby,' he whispered, 'listen to yourself. You knew bringing me would stir up some shit,' he smiled, 'and you're right, it happened. But I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere. So why not just make the most of it?'

'You mean like… make it even worse?'

'Exactly,' he grinned, 'I don't care. Your mother already made up her mind about me without getting to know me,' he shrugged, 'so I will be delighted to live up to her horrible idea about me.'

*********************

'Okay, ready?' Sihtric asked as he held your hand.

'Yeah,' you smiled as you looked back into the dinner room. You were still a little nervous about the new plan, but knowing Sihtric had your back meant the world to you.

'Okay,' he smiled and he led you back to your seat.

Your father shifted uncomfortably as he saw your hair was a little messy and Sihtric's handkerchief was missing from his tuxedo pocket, and he feared Sihtric had given you leg cramp again.

'You look pale,' you grandma rudely remarked. She meant well, but as she was old, she had no filter anymore.

'Thanks, grandma,' you smiled weakly, knowing she had a reason for her harshness.

'I think she looks beautiful,' Sihtric said with a smile, making the table of youngsters sigh.

You smiled back at him as he grabbed your hand under the table, squeezing it lightly.

'No, she looks rough,' your mother just had to give you another kick while you were already down. And that was all you needed to get fully onboard with Sihtric's plan.

'Yeah,' you looked at Sihtric before you looked at your plate, 'Sihtric likes it rough,' you sighed as you picked up your fork and casually started to eat.

'Sweet Jesus,' your mother cried out softly while your father dropped his knife and excused himself. In the corner of your eyes you saw Sihtric had a grin on his face and he leaned in to you.

'How did you know I like that?' he whispered, to which you almost downed another glass of white wine.

*****************

'So,' one of your older nieces turned to you, 'when are you getting married?

'Me?' you frowned.

'Soon,' Sihtric helped you out, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, 'ain't that right, baby girl?' he said as he emptied his fifth mini bowl of salted peanuts. He really was going to eat all he could, just because it was free, and your mother looked at him as if he was a pig.

'Oh, are you engaged already?' she asked, to which your mother snapped her head to you.

'Oh, no,' you smiled, 'he hasn't asked me yet,' you rolled your eyes, 'you know how men are.'

'Oh, I know,' your niece laughed, 'how long have you been together?'

'Six months,' you said.

'Eight months,' Sihtric said at the same time, and you both froze for a second. One of you had messed up the background story, but you both couldn't remember who exactly.

'I... think you had too much to drink, honey,' you smiled at Sihtric.

'Sorry, bunny,' Sihtric sighed, grabbing his glass and gesturing to the waiter he wanted a refill, 'you're right. We've been a couple for six months,' he glared at your mother for a second, 'but you forget that we were friends with benefits for two months already.'

You watched your mother choke on her water as she muttered a prayer, and you grandma innocently asked what was being said.

You smacked your lips, 'you're right,' you grinned and leaned into him, 'I always forget you count those months too.'

'I do,' he smiled and thanked the waiter as he got another glass of wine, 'so I guess I should propose soon, huh?' he took a sip of his wine as he looked your mother in the eyes.

'A girl can dream,' you smiled and kissed his cheek.

'How did you meet?' your mother suddenly asked.

'We met through a friend,' you spoke the truth and looked up at Sihtric, 'and we've been basically inseparable ever since.' Which was also not a lie. If you didn't see each other for a day, you'd text constantly, until you'd see each other again.

'Not a word has been lied,' Sihtric smiled at you, lovingly this time.

'Was it love at first sight?' your recently married aunt asked as she sat down next to your mom.

You suddenly felt shy, because for you, it had been love at first sight. You just couldn't tell him, even if you were "pretending" now.

'It was for me,' Sihtric suddenly said and chuckled lightly, not in a mocking manner, or in a way to shock your mother. He was sincere and genuine this time. 'First time I laid eyes on her,' Sihtric sighed, 'I was completely smitten,' he spoke softly but confident, and the men at the table who heard him chuckled and murmured it happened to them too when they met their spouse, to which Sihtric raised his glass, and the men did too. 'We already argued after half an hour about which power ranger was the strongest,' he continued, making everyone who heard it smile, even your mother's face seemed to soften, 'honestly, I don't even know how we came up with that.'

'It was because you had longer hair when we met,' you reminded him, 'and you wore a white shirt and white sweatpants, and Uhtred said you looked like that white power ranger from the '90s because your muscles really showed through that shirt.'

Sihtric laughed, 'oh, yeah, that's right,' he shook his head, 'in my defence,' he said and looked round the table, 'the white power ranger was the strongest.'

'No,' you interrupted and covered his mouth with your hand, 'the red one was the strongest.'

Sihtric took your hand and laced his fingers with yours, 'Sweetie, you only say that because you thought the guy was hot.'

'Maybe,' you shrugged, 'but you'd be the hottest ranger if you were one.'

'And I'd happily protect you for the rest of my life if I was one,' Sihtric smiled and bit down on his lip. You both got lost in each other's eyes for a moment that you didn't even hear all the ladies, even your mom, sighing lovingly at his words.

'I'd marry him,' one of your younger nieces called over from their table, to which you all laughed.

'Yeah,' you chuckled before you looked back at Sihtric, 'I would too,' you said and blushed.

Sihtric didn't reply, he just looked at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Which you were to him, you just didn't know.

'So, yeah,' Sihtric said and cleared his throat, 'love at first sight it was,' he looked over at the men who cheered and raised their glass to him again, which he did too.

'And you?' your grandma suddenly asked, 'was it love at first sight for you?'

'It was,' you admitted with flustered cheeks, trying to hide your smile, 'I remember going home that night, being overjoyed I managed to get his number, after arguing for hours about power rangers,' you chuckled and so did the rest, 'and I was so nervous to text him.'

'Really?' Sihtric asked, 'why?'

'Because you're so out of my league, babe,' you didn't lie this time either, you finally told him your true feelings, 'look at you,' you smiled and squeezed his biceps through his jacket, 'you're so handsome, and I'm just… me,' you shrugged, 'I wouldn't understand why you'd be interested in me when you could literally have anyone you wanted.'

'And I have who I wanted,' Sihtric said, truthfully, squeezing your hand as he looked deep into your eyes, 'I have you, baby,' he smiled softly, 'and it's you who I wanted, ever since I first saw you.'

You both stared into each other's eyes while everyone around your table, and the table with the youngsters, held their breath, as if they expected a proposal right there and then, but everyone got rudely brought back to the party when someone shouted they were to held a toast, as the dinner was over and the dance floor was about to open.

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Sihtric was amused at your drunk uncles, who were convinced they could do that one dance from that popular k-pop group. Sihtric would later tell you that it was the best worst out of sync choreography he had ever seen, and he had loved every second of it.

'You want to dance?' he asked you, after the tragic dance attempt of your uncles unfortunately ended.

'I'm not much of a dancer,' you chuckled, 'maybe if a slower song comes on I could save myself, but not this,' you shook your head, 'I will look like my uncles.'

Sihtric snorted at the thought, and it was as if the Devil was the DJ, because as soon as you had spoken the up beat song faded out into a slow, sappy love song.

'You said it,' Sihtric smiled as he got up.

'Gods,' you sighed. Sihtric took your hand and pulled you up, walking you up to the dancefloor,

'I really can't dance, Sihtric,' you said, 'I'm serious.'

'I don't care, lady,' Sihtric smiled, bringing his hands to your waist to pull you closer. You placed your hands on his chest and looked up at him with a shy smile.

'Gods, you're beautiful,' he whispered shyly as he looked down at you, and he guided your body along with his effortlessly, making you both feel as if you were the only two people in the room.

'So are you,' you giggled, 'did…did you mean what you said earlier?'

'I've said a lot tonight,' Sihtric chuckled, 'you have to be more specific, baby girl.'

'What you said about love at first sight?' you didn't dare to look up at him now.

'Hm,' he hummed quietly with a smile and leaned his jaw gently against your temple, 'I did, baby,' he spoke softly, 'every damn word. You've been in my head ever since I saw you, and I couldn't get you out.'

'Why did you never tell me?' you looked up at him.

'Would you have told me if you felt the same?'

'But I feel the same, Sihtric,' you smiled shyly again.

'And did you tell me?' he asked playfully.

'No,' you smiled, guilty.

'And why didn't you?'

'I …' you sighed, 'I was afraid to ruin our friendship if the feeling wasn't mutual.'

'There is your answer,' Sihtric said and he gently cupped your cheek with one hand, sliding his other hand onto your lower back, 'but I guess since we're finally being honest, I can admit that I desperately want to kiss you right now.'

And when he captured your lips into a tender, slow kiss, it was as if the world around you didn't exist anymore. There was only bliss.

'You want to go home?' you blurted out when Sihtric broke the kiss as the music had changed into something upbeat again.

'With you?'

'Yes,' you smiled.

'Nothing I want more,' he smiled back, and pulled you with him off the dancefloor.

'Wait, Sihtric,' you snorted as you almost tripped again, 'my feet are so tired from these goddamn heels, let me take them off before we get to the stairs again.'

'Come here,' Sihtric clicked his tongue with a smile and wasted no time in picking you up in his arms.

'No,' you giggled, 'you don't have to- just let me take off my shoes!'

'No, lady,' Sihtric grinned, 'I like the way you look in them.'

'What is that supposed to mean?' you frowned and wrapped your arms around his neck as he walked out of the venue.

'Meaning that I hope,' Sihtric said as he carefully watched his step in the dark going down those stairs, 'maybe I'll be lucky tonight and see you in nothing but those heels,' he winked.

'Gods,' you rolled your eyes but couldn't help yourself and you smiled at him, 'I think I'm in love with you, honey.'

Sihtric looked down into your eyes and smiled as well, 'I think I'm in love with you too, bunny.'

[bluedeedeedoop]

My Thoughts on Tales of the Empire; mostly Barriss (spoilers ahead!)

Ah hello all, i have had some days or so to think since watching the show and to say it has completely wiped me of my life force would be... pretty accurate tbh. BUT I HAVE FINALLY DECIDED TO POST MY THOUGHTS. will this cover my entire though process that im sTill working through? PROBABLY NOT! my thoughts are very unorganized and very unstable! ANYWAAAAYS.

Now I just gotta say overall, the show itself definitely passed the test. To be completely honest, i wasn't really paying attention to the Morgan parts as i was the Barriss parts, since it was literally what I was looking forward to this entire time.

Though I will say that the first Morgan episode was pretty neat! it was crazy seeing that perspective of the Nightsisters again and god did they make Grievous fucking terrifying. Honestly, bravo to them, it was amazing. I diiiiid end up just.. kinda spacing out the rest of it tho unfortunately cuz i just wanted to see barriss..

Visuals 10000/10. stunning, amazing, phenomenal, gahdamn. the animation was so smooth and fluid and uGHH it was amazing throughout the entire show. Acting amazing as always. BUT GOD I CANT GET OVER HOW AMAZING THE ANIMATION WAS.

NOW.

In my opinion, they got her character pretty on the dot. I am SO glad they did. I was rlly rlly worried they were totally butcher her character and make her unrecognizable to all of us but oml they didn't completely disappoint us, she has her morals, SHES STILL A HEALER! Im so happy from that.

Now although i did enjoy it, i do have my own little complaints.

Now okay one i noticed since the trailer and has REALLY been bugging me; where are her hand tattoos??? idk i guess i just wasn't expecting them to just be gone?? they couldn't have just forgotten them.. right? I dunno, but unless someone has a genuine answer for that, imma just keep drawing them on her in the future.

??????

Alright another thing i've been seeing ppl post about is how come she looked so old at the end? I am also confused on that and i've seen multiple theories. She should only be like 30-35 max right?? Because i'm assuming the last episode took place a the time in Rebels where the inquisitors were after the force sensitive children, and Ahsoka was around that age a the time, so why is Barriss any different?

I suppose the one i think makes the most sense is the force healing? I guess it could take a toll on her over the years causing her to look more aged, but still, i'd really prefer an explanation. Also what happened to her hair coverings?? Is that not her culture?? I dunno, again, i really need an explanation. I suppose that maybe her perspective has changed since trying to come to terms with her new life, and her ditching the coverings is a way to free herself from her past? Honestly i have no clue but i just need a lot of things answered.

That's mostly my complaints on it! I just felt things weren't explained enough but to be fair, they only gave her like 3 15-ish min episodes?? I really think they got some explaining to do. Which brings me to my next points.

I'm like... 98% sure that the "old friend" is Ahsoka that she was talking about. Who else would it be?? Like cmon. And if it is Ahsoka, why did we not get to see anything about the moment of confrontation? or at least more of a mention? I guess they wouldn't rlly wanna rush that scene, and tbh, im glad they didn't. It's not some "we talk for 5 min and everything is fine" type of situation. it'll take time. time to rebuild that trust. time to discuss. YEAH. I've heard many people state how it would be more likely and realistic to see a novelization of that and i agree. I would want it to take time, showing the build of the relationship over time, going on further into the story as we watch their strong bond mend from the trauma it's faced. I'm not saying this as a crazed Barrissoka shipper, i mean it that I would genuinely want to see how that confrontation is handled, as do many others and not just as a ship!! It's been a decade! the fans wanna know!

And my last point.

I.believe.Barriss.is.alive.

The more i rewatch it, the more i believe it. the first time around i had my doubts, but something tells me they are NOT done with her character. At least before the stabbing scene anyway. There's too much stuff that's left unanswered for it to just end that way! I dunno man, but Lyn's "i'm going to get you out of here" sounded way too determined for a "im going to move your body out of here" type of thing yk? maybe she could sense she was still alive, just barely hanging in there? I don't think they are done with Barriss Offee, and I wont think so unless we see her corpse being fucking BURIED. Not to mention the UNGODLY amount of parallels of that scene along with them exiting the cave. I've already seen so many point it out. Post-Vader and Ahsoka fight on Malachor?? Back when we all thought Ahsoka may or may not be dead?? sounds familiar hello?? Also a parallel from earlier in the show itself when Barriss saves that unnamed jedi! she HEALS them when they were going to be left there. Something tells me the same fate may happen to Barriss. Idk call me crazy but i will say it again, i don't think they are done with her story.

Thank you for reading my very unorganized thoughts! this has taken me longer to write than expected because i did not predict this to make me have to step away from making SEVERAL times- but yeah! lmk what yall think! and yes you can be expecting some art here and there! i know i've been slacking- Also lmk if u want me to post my crazed Barrissoka thoughts! because aHa i have them. i have them a lot. send help.

ALSO KEVIN KINER I GOT MY EYE ON YOU. BRO NEEDS TO RELEASE THE SOUNDTRACK BEFORE I DIE.

[kanmom51]

JK the crowned 👑 spoiler king

cr./to the creators of the media used in this post.

Touched on this a little yesterday here:

He really is.

The king of spoilers.

And he seems to also be the gift that keeps on giving too, lol. The layers upon layers of his spoilers are being revealed to us slowly but surely. Can't wait to see if he has more in store for us.

So, what did he give us so far?

JK playing JVKE's Golden Hour, showing us the JM tattoo (lest us forget closing with "your the love of my life").

Next we have him telling us:

🐰 I want to be a bartender. I think it's going to be fun.

Next he does the butterfly out of nowhere with his hair tie.

Did I mention him coming back for live no. 4 on white day, half an hour before SMF pt. 2 teaser was landing to tell us to look forward to it?

And finally, well, for now that we know of that is, we have his cooking live with a pre-prepared guitar to play Letter for us. JK, not the one that did the guitar playing for the song, made the effort of learning the cords and playing it for us just before the album and the hidden track, a song that he took part in, landed.

He keeps on doing this, JK.

But not with any of the other members.

So, JM spoiler king will be the more accurate description in his case.

Funny how JK keeps doing this with the one member big chunks of this fandom think he's no longer close with. All while he is radio silent about the others.

What was it that JK told us in the past?

Well, obviously there has been a lot of concentration going on with these spoilers...

None of the other members received this treatment from JK, not even Hobi, whom JK is undeniably super close with.

JK will dance and laugh and tease the others after their releases, but no spoilers were given, and especially no lives just sitting and watching said members songs, shows, compilations just for the sake of that alone. Fully entranced. Unwilling to even look at and totally uninterested in the comments during said live.

Only JM.

And I'll raise you another one.

JK knows.

These spoilers come out of knowledge.

JK knows JM's songs, JM's projects, JM's choreos, JM's MVs before we do.

And you'd say, "well, they are part of the band, no?" But you see, first of all JM being super busy preparing for his first solo album release wouldn't be in touch with them all on a daily basis and definitely not in a manner that they all know the comings and goings of his projects/songs/choreos/MVs. For example, Yoongi didn't even know about Letter.

So yeah, JK knew and knows all these details, down to SMF pt. 2 choreo, down to the set of Like crazy MV and JM's bartending duties there. All before it landed. All before we knew.

To sum it up with a nice little bow:

TKKs are right. Ex Jikookers are right. Those two, most definitely drifted apart, have zero to do with each other, don't even like each other anymore. So much so they can't stand to be next to each other, in each other's presence nor talk to each other. JK's supposed vocals on Letter are AI, it's all a big fat lie they came up with to placate the Jikookers that were rioting in the streets. And hugging, eww, totally out of the question. No hugging allowed. If they communicate it's through Tae, JK's new boyfie. Cause Tae, he gone and dumped Jenni's skinny ass the second JK became available.

Hell nah!!!

But because I already went there, talk about changing the subject, lol, I was sent this clip today from my daughter:

This:

People, there you have it.

[sanctus-ingenium]

answering asks vol 2.

'Smiths' can encompass enginesmiths (mercury), armoursmiths (mars), alchemists (saturn) and some others - generally a smith is someone who works with engines or metal in any capacity, whether by constructing them, managing their fuel, making armour, etc. all of them have a completely degendered role in the church. They are supposed to be wholly devoted to their craft & church, to the point of becoming almost unpeople, sexless.

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I like pantera :) he's the main character beast sure (alongside leun) but he's got a lot of interesting history and has been through a lot.

To start out I do some basic sketches while looking at bestiary diagrams of the animal type. Then I draw the base proportions over a photo of the animal's skeleton. Once the joints are all in place and I could imagine it moving relatively freely, I pick a motif and design the armour shapes with that in mind (i.e leun's trefoils, taurus's waves). The motifs come from a bunch of sources - if I see them in medieval art around that animal, the beast's use purpose, the culture that built them and how it might differ in art styles to the 'basic' designs from the heart of the Mezian theocracy. Fun stuff like that.

As an exercise I have taken (human) characters from other settings and made holy beast versions of them, trying to imagine what animal it would be, what weapons, what armour designs, etc. Behold, Bowman:

It's a fun exercise! I recommend :>

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Hi! Thank you for the suggestion! I actually did try to use OneNote for my thesis but I found that it ended up an extra step that got in the way. Instead I organised my reference papers manually (and wrote up all my bibliography by hand as well). I haven't heard of Notion so I might look into it :> as someone with adhd I find that the best way for me is to make it stupid easy, which is why discord works because I already use it for talking with friends and I like the mobile app.

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SO true!! You can make whatever the hell you want forever and that sounds really cool, I'm glad I was able to help in some little way >:) (although, holy beasts are not robots.. i think the best description for them is just. exotic vehicles.)

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lmao it's totally fine!! I love to talk

Sir Heaven had such a profoundly negative experience with Leun that he struggles with the concept of making anybody else do what he now considers to be his burden. He also feels that taking any new people inside Leun would endanger them.

The bishop of Salvius cathedral is the guy Heaven answers to, and his superior officer. The bishop has reported the matter to the pope and they're still working hard presenting new potential novices to Sir Heaven, but the thing is that Sir Heaven rejects them for seemingly valid reasons. He doesn't just say 'no I'm not taking apprentices', he says 'this one's reaction speed isn't good enough' or 'this one is too prideful'. But the longer he tries to keep this up, the more suspicion he heaps on his shoulders. If the time came, no, he would not be able to deny a direct order from the pope.

Ketjan was selected at random, one of a large group of other children who were not raised in the church. This is to ensure that there is no per-existing bias or knowledge of how holy beasts work. And he just happened to be the only one of the group who could master Leun's very demanding dialogue tattoo. The recruiting enginesmiths, who designed Leun's systems, were the ones to train him, but Ketjan was the one to write most of the procedures for operating Leun based on feedback from the dialogue.

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@ospreyonthemoon @kicks-tiktaalik-back-into-water

Krokodilos had an amazing high-tech ventilation system that used active air pumps to keep it circulating. But exactly like the second reply says, it broke down frequently. And because of how it worked, the interior of croc had to be air-tight so that the pumps could work efficiently. And, of course, if it broke down, and it was air tight on the inside, it instantly became a more dangerous deathtrap than your average passively ventilated beast.

There were valves that could be opened in an emergency but these were only added after the first Incident. The pumps would break down from the fabric seals degrading, lose efficacy, and then the parts furthest from the pumps would suddenly not get enough air anymore because air couldn't be moved such a distance with faulty pumps. The reason his enginesmiths want him to be re-commissioned is because the only barrier was the material used for the seals, and they believe they can innovate some new materials or try something different and have it work. They were even thinking of trying natural rubber, which would have worked perfectly, but they never got approval for it.

[kangmoon27]

SINFUL TOUCH | JJK

Sin.

A Total sin. She became a sinner because of the sinner's sinful touch. He made her a sinner and he didn't care about that, he loved her being a sinner like him.

The man insert the key inside the door nob, crack the door open and made his way inside the bedroom.

With a first aid kit on his hand he made his way to the woman laying on the ground. He picked her up and brought her to the bed laying her down while he sat beside her.

He looked at the girl sleeping and pulled out a cotton and some ointment, slowly pressing in on her bruises.

He made sure that he wasn't pressing it so much so that she won't feel the pain and woke her up.

Watching her lips, he couldn't hold back, he suddenly felt weird sense of thirst, he wanted her lips on his. He was so lost that he didn't noticed he was actually pressing the white cotton hard on her bruises.

She groan in pain, slowly opening her eyes and saw him. The sinner. The sinner who made her a sinner just like him. She hates him.

She pushed herself backwards, trying to avoid him, Jungkook hate it, and she knows it but still she won't let him turned her into a complete sinner like him.

The man sigh seeing her being terrified of him, he just wanted to be nice for once so he pulled her legs that he was putting ointment earlier and move it closer to him.

Yn though he was planning on doing something to her again so she end up kicking Jungkook, he groan in pain.

She became more terrified, she didn't know what to do, she's not a bad person and she feels guilty even tho kickin' him was nothing compared to all the things he have done to her.

With shaking hands she slowly crawl up closer to him, she put her hand on Jungkook stomach right where she kicked him and realized she actually kicked her on his wound and it started bleeding again.

Yn was scared, she started panicking, she watches Jungkook groaning in pain. Crying Infront of him while she started begging him for forgiveness.

Jungkook's eyes darken, all he wanted to do was to be nice to her for once but she ruined everything and now he's so damn mad at her.

Jungkook grabbed Yn's hair and made her look at him, his eyes are burning and those are enough to scare her out.

He pin her to the bed, getting on top of her as he wrapped his tattoo fingers around her neck, she starts hitting him while Jungkook didn't even dared to move.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!, You hate me when I'm being bad but you also hate me when I'm trying to be good?!" He shouted at her, the pressure he's putting on her neck is too much, she could vomit blood anything if he still keep his hands around her neck in any minutes.

"Can you fucking see this?! You did this Yn, you're a fucking bad person, you're a fucking sinner!!" He said while pointing his stomach.

Yeah you because a sinner because of him, hurting someone is a sin and that's what you did, you stab him cause you wanted to wanted to escape from him but you're easy to manipulate.

He blames you, he called you a sinner for hurting him even tho it's just the right thing to do, you should have left that time but you didn't, you pity him, you can't leave him bleeding on the ground so you choose to stay but that's the worst decision you've made.

You're supposed to be just a innocent woman who's serving at churches, you're supposed to be like that put right now you're here slowly becoming a sinner just like him.

He became obsessed with you, so while you're serving at the church he made sure that he would get close to you, you both fell in love. At least that's what you knew.

You both started dating each other secretly as it is forbidden to a nun to be in a relationship, mostly marriage.

On the other hand jungkook started getting into physical touch and you've not ready for it, more like you don't believe in sex cause it is a sin.

Mostly sex before marriage, you tried excusing yourself from him till you ran out of the reasons. You broke up with him and continue the serve in church.

Jungkook was frustrated, he became more and more obsessed with you till he actually started watching you sleep, shower and more personal things to do, till one day he decided to kidnap you and keep you from himself.

Jungkook let go of you neck, he started kissing you aggressively, you cried out trying to push him away put nothing seems to work on him.

Even tho he's already in pain because his wound is literally bleeding he still didn't let it passed. He ripped off your clothes and begin to mark you all over your body.

He stood up and removed his pants while you're laying on the bed crying, he palm his crock and groan because of sudden pleasure he reserved from his hand.

He walked closer to you, standing right beside the bed while you're laying there.

Pressing his thumb over his shaft, he rubbed along his length releasing sounds of pleasure enjoy the scene Infront of him.

The precum tips dripping drops on your hand, you cried silently while he continue fucking himself Infront of you.

He continue stroking his hard length, pressing on the poking vains, creating unexplainable sense of pleasure. With each stroke his eyes are focused on your figure underneath him.

He could literally imagine every sinful touch he would do with you by just watching you like that. He could feel himself getting bigger.

He was about to cum and he made you open your mouth, you close your eyes tight after feeling the hot liquid filled your mouth.

You wanted to vomit but he grabbed your cheek tight threatening you to swallow it or else it would be worst so you did what he told you.

He smiled as he put his cock inside your mouth asking you to clean it up for him.

"Fuck your such a good sinner Yn" he pulled away from you kissing your lips, biting it, sucking it then pulled away. Wiping his mouth and smirk at you.

He sit on the floor next to you, he signal you to go on your knees Infront of him, not wanting the worst part you follow everything he said.

He throw the first aid kit on you and made you clean his wound.

[moonah-rose]

The Devil Within

Mary's pov of meeting Silver (my oc) and how her feelings for the girl changed.

Tw: trauma, intrusive thoughts, mention of child death.

"Hellooo? Wakey wakey?" Julian snapped his fingers over the sleeping girl's face as she lay on the sofa. "Oi! Come on! I heard the Fresh Prince is appearing at the local disco! Actually he's probably drifted into obscurity by now."

They all stood in the drawing room, looking down at their newest dead housemate. Her violet glossed lips were perfectly sealed, not a flicker of a muscle as they attempted to wake her up.

When she'd first passed out beside Robin as the two had sat on the roof, they'd assumed it had been from overdue exhaustion after three days straight being awake. But nearly sixteen hours had passed since, and she showed no sign of waking, not so much as a murmur or shift as she slumbered.

"I tell you, she no wake up again until next full moonah." Robin tried to tell them; "It what happen last time."

"Poppycock! People's sleeping habits are not tied to the phases of the moon." Cap dismissed, skeptical. He tried poking Silver in the shoulder with his stick; "Now that's enough lazing about, young lady! Whatever game you're playing, it must cease immediately!"

The pink haired girl didn't so much as flinch at his booming voice.

Robin slapped his stick away; "Great job, that totally work!"

"If it's true then it's certainly extraordinary." Thomas said, seemingly convinced.

"She's like our very own Snow White. Did she happen to prick her finger before she died?"

"That's Sleeping Beauty, Kitty." Pat corrected. "Bless her. To get a whole month's worth of sleep in! You not seen anything like it before, Robin?"

The caveman closest to the girl, crouching next to where her head lay on the pillow, shook his head. One of his paws drifted over her brow.

"But then me also not see screaming woman fall out of window each night. Or dead man have separate body ghost." He made a point; "Lot of different ghost types. This one just sleepy moonah girl."

That last sentence came with an air of reverence as he brushed some hair off her face with his fingers.

Mary stood in the doorway, watching them all surround the young stranger. As soon as she'd laid eyes on that forbidden symbol on the girl's neck, when Robin had introduced her to them three nights ago, she'd ensured a safe distance between herself and this one who had been marked by the devil. No, worse than that it seemed, as she'd overheard the girl regail the others with the story of her life and how she died.

A witch. She didn't even have the decency to try to hide it. With pride, the girl had admitted to trying to commune with demons beneath the full moon. In her possession had been idols of false deities. The child had admitted to having cast spells, practiced scrying and burned offerings of incense.

Even after having been smited by God Himself for such foul deeds, it had not been enough to make the girl repent. If anything, she seemed to embrace her heathen ways all the more.

"We can put her in my room." Kitty offered, cheerily, "It will be like we're having a sleepover every night and I'll be able to keep watch if she wakes. I'm sure she already thinks we're best friends!"

"Oh you shouldn't befriend the devil's mistress, darlin'. This might be some devious trap, I's bet." Mary finally spoke up, her concern for her young friend enough of a push.

"Trap for what?" Challanged Pat.

"Well...so we all let's our guard down, then put ourselves to bed, so the witch can rise ups and steal the light of our souls!....Or somethin', I dunno." She shrugged. How was she supposed to know the plans of Lucifer or his kin?

As usual, they all dismissed her worries with dubious looks.

"She don't look like she'd be capable of much harm, Mary." Said Thomas.

"Indeed. Except for assaulting my poor eyes with that stomach on the show and those ghastly piercings and tattoos." Fanny cringed.

Mary pouted to herself, hoping she'd at least have the older woman on her side.

"I still don'ts thinks she should be restin' within the walls, she wills open up the gateway to Hell, I be sure of it."

"Okay." Replied Robin.

"I...Oh. What?" She blinked.

The caveman slid his sturdy arms underneath the nineteen year old's slender frame and lifted her up with little strain.

"She not sleep in house. Me think she prefer where put her last." He explained, carrying the girl through the wall and into the evening air.

The others all followed, mostly out of curiosity as not a single one had believed the prehistoric man's claims about where she had lay for the previous month. Mary nibbled her fingernails and hung back, telling herself she didn't wish to visit the little heathen's bed, that it was enough the house was clean of her. But then she found herself trudging after the others. Better to know where the devil lay to keep her distance.

Close to the boarder of Barclay's footpath and near to a stream was a mound of blue cornflowers that grew in a particular spot bathed in sunlight from the hole in the treetops above. A pretty site that Mary had visited many times, where she and Annie used to sit and talk. And now Robin was laying the slumbering pagan down upon it.

Her gut twisted and she resisted the urge to curse him for defiling such a beautiful spot. But when she watched his face as he looked at that the girl, it silenced her. There was a gentle softness in his tired, old face that she'd not seen shine so bright in many a year, perhaps not since Kitty was a small thing.

"Now she truly is Snow White! I suppose that makes us the dwarves." Kitty was beaming; "I'm Happy! Pat is Doc, Captain is Grumpy-."

"Excuse you, Katherine, surely I'm Doc as I'm the leader and Patrick is Happy. Fanny can be Grumpy." The soldier interjected.

"How dare-."

"Shh!" Robin hushed them all before the Edwardian could escalate matters.

"I thought you said she couldn't be woken up?" Challanged Julian.

"Shh not for her, for me!" The caveman rolled his eyes; "No surprise if she heard arguing in big sleep."

"He's got a point, we don't want to risk disturbing her dreams." Pat nodded. "Come on, guys, let's head back in time for What I Could Wear Today."

"And leave her all alone? In the woods?" Kitty frowned.

As pretty as it was now, she couldn't imagine the forest being that cosy at night.

"She not alone. Moonah watch over her. Me visit often to make sure dead animals not chew on her face, but they seem to know to leave her alone." Explained Robin, looking at the concerned Georgian; "It get big boring, waiting for her to wake. Best to just carry on. But visit when want. Sure she appreciate."

Yes, of course she would, thought Mary. The devil demands his servants make their pilgrimage to praise him at their blood shrines.

Taking Kitty's arm, she lead the naive girl away, attempting to take her mind off the wench. Satan would be aware how hungry for female friendship the pampered but emotionally neglected she was. Perhaps this was why he had chosen this form. One that would also appeal to Robin's need to protect and bond with over the moon.

They all returned to the house and everything carried on as normal, their new resident partly forgotten about for the time being. But Mary couldn't fully stop thinking about her, in the corner of her mind, lying there on that bed, alone in the woods. Plotting, no doubt.

"Oh! Me almost forgot." Robin said as he entered her room later that night, "Before Moonah girl go sleepy, she ask if you want to walk with her when she wake."

Mary tensed up; "Walks?! Whys she wants that?" To tempt her to fly on a broom with her?!

The furry man shrugged; "To talk to you, maybe? You run away going AAAAH from her before and refuse to be in same room. She think you no like her."

It wasn't as if she'd been trying to hide it.

"The child doth make mockery of all that was accused of me which caused my death! I denied dancing at the devil's sacrament while she be booking tickets!"

Robin merely chuckled, angering her more; "Ey, time change, world change. If lady want to be witch and make spells and praise moonah, she can and no be burned for it. Why that not good?"

"Because..." Mary clenched her jaw, struggling to think of an answer; "It be wrongs, that because! Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live."

"Well, she dead. So what problem?"

It wasn't enough. Witches were executed so that their souls could be cleansed in hellfire. That's why she remained in Purgatory, surely, because the Lord knew she was falsley convicted. But the girl confessed to what she was.

"I tells you, she be bedeviled and will doom us all."

Robin snorted; "Moonah girl not evil. Give her chance."

And open the door for Lucifer? Tosh and flaps.

"She may have charmed her way into yours and Kitty's affections so you be blind to what she is, but I sees it!" She seethed, "I sees the devil in her."

Robin merely looked at her for a moment. The shadows beneath his eyes seemed to grow heavier. Mary shifted, uncomfortably.

"What?!" She asked.

"Just...you sound lot like crowd at trial."

A chill ran down her spine. He didn't need to clarify what trial he was referring to. Never in her afterlife had she been so tempted to thump the boy over his scraggly mane.

"Get out, get out, get out, get out!" She ordered through gritted teeth until the savage fled.

How dare he?! It was not the same, not the same at all.

It was two weeks into the month when Mary knew she had to do something. One night, she had laid awake, tossing and turning on her bed. Something had to be done about the witch child, a bitter voice in her head whispered. A voice that was consumed by the unfairness of this girl's existence. That herself and so many like her were tortured and executed for being falsely accused of practices that silly wenches like her revelled in.

Facing her window on the moonless night, Mary had sank to her knees and prayed for guidance from her Lord of how to deal with this pretty little beast. How to prevent her from bringing down a curse once she awoke and attempted to bring her Craft into the land of the unliving.

Smoke ebbed from her fingertips. A crackle of embers beneath her black nails. Was that it? She wondered, gasping at the revelation.

Could she do it? Could she burn the...child?

No, not a child, she reminded herself. A demon in disguise. A trick of the fae. Not human. Witch. A real Witch.

Before she knew what was happening, she had left her room and was heading across the field and into the woods.

"Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live." She mumbled her mantra, the words coursing through her veins.

She came to the mound of cornflowers, their beauty dulled by the lack of moon and starlight this dismal night. The serene beauty of the spot had been lost for the moment, leaving a rather haunting and lonely image of a girl abandoned to sleep in the dirt.

Mary took a deep breath and stood over the girl. Closing her eyes, she channelled her anger and sense of injustice into her hands. Her nose wrinkled at the growing, noxious scent. The smell of her own charred flesh. Heat rushed to her fingers and she knew if she just concentrated hard enough, she could turn that energy to fuel and then flame.

She'd done it before, after all.

Never had she imagined she be using it for this such purpose. She opened her eyes to look at the girl's face. Pale, lips parted, eyelids and mouth painted the same shade of violet. Whore, a voice in her head echoed. Not her own but some of the gossiping women of her own village. The same ones that had laughed at her.

The same ones that had condemned her.

A slither of reluctance made her cringe. Was this right? Could she really do this? She blinked, truly looking at the body on the mound. Skinny thing. Almost to a point it raised some questions she'd yet to ask, if she was right to. Young, so young, more so than both Robin and Kitty. Still. Helpless.

Mary shook her head. No. Don't be tricked. The devil may come in the form of a helpless kitten but then reveal himself as a tiger.

Just get it over with. Scourge her from this place. To protect the others. To please the Lord. To redeem herself, maybe...

Her hands hovered above the girl, ready to come down, one on her head and another on her chest. Go for the brain and the heart. Cleanse them both with the flame.

Do it. Do it. Do it.

The girl screamed.

Mary's hands had not made contact. She recoiled back, startled, watching as the child began to convulse and cry out, as if she truly were being consumed upon the pyre.

"What? What be happening?!" Was she causing this? Was the devil trying to escape his vessel?

She stepped back, conflict aching in her chest as the girl continued to wail in distress, body juddering and arms flailing, as if fighting off some invisible assailant.

And then blood began to leak from her nose.

"What you do?"

Mary turned to see Robin behind her. She stuffed her hands beneath her apron.

"I dids not touch her, I swears!" She said, truthfully; "I dunnos what I dids but I approach and she began to scream!"

He moved past her and stood over the girl, reaching to grab her hand as it waved about wildly.

"Robin, in troth, I did not mean for this..." Yes, she had meant to do something far, far worse to the girl, but not....

The caveman raised a palm at her.

"It not you." He said, "Same thing last month. Came tonight to check if happen again."

Mary blinked. She wasn't to blame?

Robin pointed up at the navy sky; "It New Moonah tonight. Time when sky is most dark. Silver and Moonah connected, see? She give her peaceful rest most of time, but lose power when no moonah light to give."

He knelt beside the girl and stroked back her pink fringe as she wept in her sleep.

"Her nose bleed like this on night she die. It repeat, same as Fanny go jumpy out window."

But worse. Far worse, Mary could see that.

The girl's cries were near unbearable. The fear creased upon her pale face tugged at her heartstrings. This was the death that Robin had witnessed? He'd had no choice but to stand, useless, as this child's brain had burst and bled out inside her skull?

"I....I dids not know...." She hadn't even dared to think about it.

Robin shifted onto the mound and gently attempted to seize the girl's arms, allowing them to bat at him for a few slaps as he tugged her close until he was holding her against his chest. Mary watched, almost in awe, as he continued to shush her and stroke her hair. He no longer seemed to pay any mind as to why Mary had been out here or why her hands had been smouldering above her as she screamed.

His priority was the young woman. His moonah girl.

Silver continued to scream, tears and blood running down her face, but her fists no longer beat against Robin. Instead, her fingers, exposed above her velvet coverings, gripped at his furs for salvation.

"Shh, it okay, it okay. Me here, me got you." He whispered as he lay with her and held her close. His paw held her head beneath his chin.

And then he began to sing. That lullaby she always hears him croon whenever there's an eclipse.

"There be a light in the dark..."

Mary's arms then ached with the emptiness of space. The child-shaped hole. Twice, she had soothed a babe in her arms as they'd cried and wailed. First she, then he. She, taken by the angels before her second birthday. He, ripped from her arms before she was taken by the mob. When she listened to Silver's cries, she heard her own dead daughter crying from the fever that stole her away. She saw in Robin's face the desire to protect and comfort that she'd felt...

Guilt washed over her like a bucket of ice. Oh, God, oh Jesus....What had she almost done?!

There was no devil. No monster here.

No monster except her.

Robin seemed to remember her and turned his head; "You no need to stay. She be better by dawn. It not last long."

Already he seemed to have made a difference, the girl's convulsions having subsided, her screams now reduced quiet sobbing and sniffles against the wolf pelts of her companion. Her slender form looked even more diminutive next to the caveman, who was hardly tall himself. Just a kid who lost her life by an unfortunate bit of ill health.

Just a kid. A lost child alone in the woods...

"Mary? You 'kay?" Robin asked, noting her silence.

She nodded. If he knew what she had been intending, he'd never forgive her.

"Just....whats you said before. You be right. And Is will talk to the little'en myself when she doth wake." She promised.

For now, she turned away, not letting him see her tears, never letting anyone know of her shame. None save the Lord, who once she was back in her room, she would beg and plead for forgiveness, despite knowing she'd never grant it to herself.

[bonesandthebees]

YEAHHHH LMAOO that was the only time I've sent an ask on anon idk why I was so anxious that day LMAOOO

Tho I will say I've debated asking this one question to u so many times and everytime I wanna go on anon but then I realise it would not. Make any sense . If I was on anon so I've just refrained from asking lmaoo (which wow brain as soon as I typed this I've forgotten the question. Good job brain)

ANYWAYS MHMHMHM it's of a strawberry flower!! It's genuinely just such a gorgeous tatt I'd want it for myself even if it wasn't matching so I feel very comfortable getting it in the case we ever split up or anything <3

OOHHH THANK YOU YES PLS FEEL FREE TO GIVE ADVICE I AM ALWAYS LOOKING FOR MORE both for traveling solo in another country (I am Scared) and also tattoo after care?? Like. It's gonna be above my ankle how careful of socks/pants should I be :000

I mean if you ever wanna go on anon to ask me something that's totally fine I get it, and also if you're ever worried about asking me something just know that if I ever don't want to answer a question for any reason (ie: the answer isn't something I want to divulge publicly, I don't feel comfortable talking about that subject, I feel like I just don't have a good answer, etc.) I just won't answer it. it doesn't mean I'm going to hold a grudge against someone who asks me something I don't wanna answer. I get it, people are curious or have questions or whatever and that's fine! if I don't wanna answer I simply won't and that doesn't mean I'm upset or annoyed or anything like that

oooo a strawberry flower sounds so pretty!! I'm sure that's gonna look amazing

okay advice time for travel + tattoos under the cut bc it got long

oh yeah I was gonna say you're from canada right? I think going through customs is a bit easier for US/Canadian citizens traveling between the two countries, but still good luck with the lines. other advice I have for traveling in another country solo... while you might consider getting your currency exchanged, almost everyone and everywhere takes card these days so as long as you have a card that can be used internationally (I believe mastercard and visa are pretty much usable in every country, although I'm sure if it's just between the US and Canada most cards are fine, just make sure to check). but also if you do wanna do currency exchange, wait until you're in the US to do that or else you'll get ripped off. once you're in the US just go to an ATM and withdraw cash from your bank account, and it'll come out in US dollars without the additional fee you'd get from going to a currency exchange place

OKAY TATTOO TIPS

I think most tattoo artists these days use second skin after giving someone a tattoo. it's basically a sticky thin sheet of plastic that the artist will put on top of the tattoo after it's finished, and usually your artist will instruct you to leave it on anywhere from 24 hours to several days. any artist worth their salt will properly explain how long to keep it on for, what to expect and look out for, etc. the second skin will protect the tattoo so you won't have to worry about it rubbing against fabric in the initial few days after getting it. although I'll say taking that stuff off is a BITCH it's like peeling a bandaid off but so much worse

however, your artist might not use second skin. out of my five tattoos, only two of the artists I've been to used second skin which is apparently unusual because from what I've heard from tattoo artists is that it's pretty much standard at this point to use it. however because only my latter two tattoos used second skin, I didn't realize that I have reactions to second skin that make it not suitable for me to use. you might have a reaction as well and that's ok! for me at least my reaction wasn't anything bad, it's just that I noticed a lot of redness around the second skin and when I took it off (earlier than I was supposed to) it left marks around my tattoo that didn't go away for 6 months. so yeah in the future if I go to an artist and they want to use second skin, I'm going to refuse because I've healed 3 tattoos perfectly fine without it. so if your artist doesn't use second skin (and tbh even if they do because you'll need this once you take the second skin off) buy some aquaphor. your artist is probably going to instruct you to wash the tattoo with antibacterial soap 2-3 times a day, and afterwards you should put a thin layer of aquaphor on top of the tattoo to protect it and soothe any dryness or scabbing. it might seem annoying to wash a tattoo so many times a day, but trust me once it starts scabbing you're going to want to wash it because it itches and the aquaphor calms it down.

having the tattoo on your ankle might be tricky since it's too cold to wear shorts, and the hem of your pants might rub against it. try to wear pants that are looser around your ankles (no skinny jeans or leggings) so that the fabric doesn't irritate it. and try to wear socks that don't touch the tattoo.

above all though, your tattoo artist should be able to tell you everything I just told you. don't be afraid to ask them questions. they want your tattoo to heal nicely bc that's their work! and just in general don't be shy to talk to your artist. my first two tattoos aren't bad by any means, but I don't love them because I was too anxious to properly communicate with my artist about what I wanted. don't be afraid to ask them to change something in the design, or if they put the stencil on and you want a different placement tell them! your artist is there to work with you so just talk to them :)

okay that got so much longer than I meant it to hope that helps!!

[irishhorse-blog]

Hi! always like your responses so just wanted to send this ask, but it’s ok if you don’t want to talk about it more because I know it’s #1 topic right now haha

Not sure how to feel on the video, at first it could’ve been anyone! Now add the dog in , similar layouts and then a later video that came out with tattoos.. it’s harder to say it’s 100% not real, there’s more doubt now

Regardless the nature of both “JK”and that woman and JK and JM is still unknown as of right now - but it’s like, have all these jikook “coincidences” been just that? we have no way of knowing for certain but it’ll just be a big surprise if things like the hickey, rose bowl, gcftokyo etc we’re just … bro things ?😂

seemed like everything between JK/JM was more than just a “ship” because things seemed real - clearly it could’ve been and they’ve broken up, but this video just adds confusion lol

(And in the end clearly Jimin is fine with jungkook because he’s also been very supportive this year)

So, I still haven't seen the video in question, and I suppose I should watch it so I can see for myself what the kerfuffle is all about. I don't know what it shows, whether it's believable in terms of being JK with some lady or other, or if the dog is Bam or not. Some things I know:

Furniture is mass produced. Chances are more than one couch has been sold that matches the couch in JK's apartment.

There are dobermans in Korea who are not Bam.

Nothing about Jikook tells me that they've ever been "just bros", that they've broken up, that they never were together, that they're on the outs, that they could possibly be seeing anyone else, that... anything the current narrative says is true.

Based on: hickeygate, Rose Bowl ear suckage, a hundred million moments of Jungkook looking at Jimin with the heartiest heart eyes ever, the inability of Jimin to have a live stream without mentioning JK, the absolute inability of JK to do ANYTHING without mentioning Jimin at least once, JK's hours-long JImin-a-thon, satellite Jeon, your are me I am you, shirtless birthday posts, semi-secret NY/CT vacations... based on all that, you cannot convince me that there's only broship there, or that there's anything less than total love and devotion, whatever form it takes. (And I still contend bros and buddies do NOT suck each other's necks and ears.)

I'm not worried. I'm not at all concerned about Jikook. I'm more than a little concerned about the so-called Jikookers who take the least little thing as a seismic event that shakes their whole world view.

Breathe. It's okay. The video is probably nothing. Think about the timing, too... JK just released "3D", which is seeing amazing success. Its loud, prosperous debut just drowned out the latest BP bragging point about YT views surpassing BTS or whatever they were on about yesterday. Suspicious that this sees the light of day on the very same weekend, no? Almost like someone is trying to distract certain sectors of a certain fandom from supporting JK and his single during this important chart-aiming time. It's just like all the sus "they broke up" horse shit shows up right when something new drops from the boys, or when some new Jikookery comes to light.

Don't worry. This is just someone being a troll and getting their little fifteen minutes of quasi-fame and shit stirring. Just wave them off like the gnats they are and trust that ten years of clear love and devotion don't vanish overnight.

Trust what your own eyes tell you. Trust Jikook.

[dontlikeadam]

Folklore

My personal scoring system. 0-10 on how related to Matty and the situation I believe it is. 0= not at all, 10= totally fits

These albums (Folklore and Evermore) were sold to us as being about random stories she made up when she was in lockdown. Just random ideas and plots she had. Some from movies, tv shows, other peoples lives. We later found out they all seemed to be significantly more personal.

The One (8/10)

"I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit" worded as if alluding to new drugs concept

"roaring 20's, tossing pennie's in the pool" They were in their 20's the first round.

"never leaving well enough alone" common saying, also Chevelle song that was sort of emo-adjacent, also just also her never letting this go

"You meet some women on the internet and take her home" him sliding into DM's

"Rose flowing with your chosen family" - drinking wine with his friends

Used on Era's to replace "Invisible String"

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Cardigan (10/10)

The main song. The one she mouthed is about Matty.

"When you're young they assume you know nothing" people thinking you know nothing about love, or anything when you are young- as they were

"But I knew you, dancing in your Levi's, drunk under the street light" Matty had a street light in his show.

"Sensual politics" - The 1975's "hyper sexualized political tryst?"

"Stepping on the last train. Marked me like a bloodstain"

"A friend to all is a friend to none" a note about him keeping only a few close friends instead of a lot of friends?

"Chase-two girls, lose the one"

"But I knew you playing hide-and-seek and giving me your weekends" playing games

"I knew you tried to change the ending, Peter losing Wendy" Peter Pan and and her song Peter

"I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss"

"The smell of smoke would hang around this long"

"I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired and you'd be standing in my front porch light"

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The Last Great American Dynasty (4/10)

Plot is technically about Rebekah and the Rhode Island House that Taylor owns.

The train link with "Rebekah rode up on the afternoon train, it was sunny"

"The doctor had told him to settle down" Matty and his multiple theatrics on being sick.

"Free of women with madness and their men and bad habits, and then it was bought by me" Another women with madness and boys with bad habits.

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Exile (feat. Bon Iver) (5/10)

William Bowery (Joe Alwyn? written song. Controversy on its own.

A personal favorite song. About an old partner, who has moved on and you keep running into them.

Always watching each other, always almost ready to fight for each other.

"Second, third an hundredth chances. Those eyes at insult to injury"

"You were my crown, now I'm in exile see you out" Reference to his and her crowns or just that he was her king.

"You never gave a warning sign, I gave so many signs"

"I think I've seen this film before, and I didn't like the ending"

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My Tears Ricochet (5/10)

Another favorite of mine. Song is just loaded with amazing metaphors for a relationship gone wrong. Nothing overtly linked to Matty. Supposed to be related to her old label and getting her songs back.

"Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you, till my dying day"

"I didn't have it in my self to go with grace"

"And If I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake, cursing my name, wishing I'd stay, look at how my tears ricochet"

"We gather stones, never knowing what they mean, some to throw, some to make a diamond ring"

"And I can go anywhere I want, just not home" I'm free now, but I don't have you (my home)

"You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same"

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Mirrorball (3/10)

Possibly a song about her trying to be whatever her fans want her to be. She wants to lead the circus. She wants to make sure her fans are still entertained, no matter what she has to portray.

"I can change everything about me to fit in"

"I'm still trying everything to get you to laugh at me"

"I've never been a natural, All I do is try, try, try, I'm still on that trapeze"

"I'm still trying everything, to keep you looking at me"

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Seven (4/10)

Seven was sort of portrayed as one of the characters in her little story line for this album. Sort of a younger/ teen character.

"I was high in the sky, with Pennsylvania under me" her being from PA, but also Matty mentioning PA in his speech during tour, possibly alluding to Taylor.

"and though I can't recall your face, I still have love for you"

"Your braids like a pattern" - braids reference

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August (7/10)

As a surprise song on tour, played with Getaway Car and The Other Side of The Door.

Another character thought to be in the plot of the album. Young/ teen.

Oddly just feel like it's fits Matty/ an on again off again relationship that feels like young love.

"I can see us lost in the memory, august slipped away to a moment in time"

"I can see us twisted in bed sheets, August slipped away, like a bottle of wine, cause you were never mine".

"Your back, beneath the sun, wishing I could write my name on it"

"I remember thinking I had you"

"Back when we were still changing for the better, wanting was enough, for me it was enough, to live for the hope of it all"

"Cancel plans just in case you'd call, and Say "meet me behind the mall"

"So much for summer love and saying 'us' cause you weren't mine to lose"

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"This is Me Trying" (7/10)

Always assumed to be Matty. In her explanation she had said its written from the perspective of someone struggling with addiction and how hard that could be. Could also be about Taylor if she does have an issue with alcohol as she alluded to on TTPD. That was not something we were aware of. We also do not any past of her going to therapy, I believe she has actually denied it.

"I just wanted you to know, that this is me trying"

"They told me all my cages were mental, so I got wasted like all my potential"

"and my words shoot to kill when I'm mad, I have a lot of regrets about that"

"pouring out my heart to a stranger, but I didn't pour the whisky"

"Its hard to be anywhere these days, when all I want is you"

"You're a flashback on a film reel, on the one screen in my town, and I just wanted you to know, that this is me trying"

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Illicit Affairs (9/10)

About a VERY secret affair.

"Take the road less travelled by" poetry reference

"What started in beautiful rooms, ends with meetings in parking lots"

"leave the perfume on the shelf, that you picked out just for him. So you leave no trace behind, like you don't even exist"

"take the words for what they are, a dwindling mercurial high. A drug that only worked, the first few hundreds time"

"You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else" possibly back to the reference to blue.

"You taught me a secret language that I can't speak with anyone else, and you know damn well, I would ruin myself a million little times"

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Invisible Sting (1/10)

Joe - details of him working at the yogurt shop. The Lakes.

The song she switched out for The 1 on Era's tour after the breakup was announced.

"Time. Wonderous time. Gave me the blues and then, purple-pink skies" Blue could be referring back to Matty to stick to the blue theme

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Mad Woman (1/10)

Overall just about how people do not like mad women, even if they caused her to lash out.

"The master of spin, has a couple side flings, good wives always know"

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Epiphany (0/10)

Led to believe it is about her grandfather. Being medical, a dong that gets me every time. I hardly can ever listen to it.

"something med-school did not cover. Someone's daughter, Someone's mother, holds your hand through plastic now. Doc I think she's crashing out, and some things you just can't speak about"

"Just a single glimpse of relief to make some sense of what you've seen"

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Betty (8/10)

Always thought to be another young character in the plot. One of the young lovers.

Summer fling. Young love. Star-crossed lovers.

Now seems very Matty coded. Which is weird, because it's a William Bowery written song. Which is an entire controversy of its own, regarding if that is Joe Alwyn or multiple people.

"Betty one time I was riding on my skateboard when I passed your house, it's like I couldn't breathe"

"The worst thing that I ever did, was what I did to you"

"I was walking home on broken cobblestones, just thinking of you when she pulled up. Like a figment of my worst intentions, She said 'James, get in, let's drive" Having him stolen right away from you in front of your eyes.

"Slept next to her, but I dreamt of you all summer long"

"Will you kiss me on the porch in front of all your stupid friends?" Question? and kissing in front of his friends?

"Will it be just like I dreamed it? Will I patch your broken wings?"

"Standing in your cardigan" Cardigan

"Stopped at a streetlight, you know I miss you" referring back to the street light in The 1?

Peace (6/10):

Overall a song about her level of fame, and the fact that being with her is so hard. She has spoken at length on this song. Always assumed to be about Joe. Now I am just confused.

"Our coming of age has come and gone"

"But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm. If your cascade, ocean wave BLUES come"

"All these people think love's for show, but I would die for you in secret"

"The devils in the details, but you got a friend in me. Would it be enough if, I could never give you peace".

"I talk shit with my friends, it's like I'm wasting your honor"

"Swing with you for the fences, sit with you in the trenched. Give you my wild, give you a child. Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other. Family that I chose, now that I see your BROTHER as my brother" - Joe had two brothers. Matty obviously has one.

"But there's ROBBERS to the East. Clowns to the West"

Hoax: (7/10)

"My only one. My smoking gun, My eclipsed sun. This has broken me down"

"Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in" being with other people during the entire back and forth.

"You know I left a part of me back in New York. You knew the hero died, so what's the movie for?" NYC reference, movie plot.

"Dont want no other shade of BLUE, but you. No other sadness in the world would do"

"My best laid plan, you sleight of hand" She has everything planned out, he has tricks and deception that keep messing it up.

"I am ash to your fire" She keeps getting burned

The Lakes (Deluxe Version)

Sang in Chicago right before the break up.

Always thought to be Joe.

"I'm not cut our for all these cynical clones, these hunters with cell phones. Take me to the Lakes where all the poets went to die. I don't belong and, my beloved neither do you"

"Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry. I'm setting off, but not without my muse"

"What should be over, Burrowed under my skin. IN heart' stopping waves of hurt"

"With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief" always feeling like her love is about to die?

[emmettsin]

what's your favorite subject material in regards to ocs?

Example, Logan & plants or Logan & like, the outift in the evil church au

i'm not sure i fully understand the question? but i'll try to answer based on my interpretation, sorry if it's wrong. ^^;

i think one of my favorite subject materials for Logan is his appearance. like, how he styles his hair, what he wears, if he has tattoos or dyes his hair, etc. his general motif is that he looks like Lilian, but also that he chooses not to make himself look totally different than her. it makes him feel closer to the mom he never knew.

yet Logan's own personal style does come through. the baggy jackets, the sleeveless tops, his usual green/black/brown color scheme (or white/blue, which is closer to David) -- it's all uniquely Logan, even though he's not supposed to look unique.

[jazwritesalot]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @wingsonghalo (I'm using my fandom account for this ILY)

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 69!

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 372,792, which is about what I thought

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently it's BNHA, FMA, and Mob Psycho 100. But I have also written for Soul Eater in the past and may look into revisiting that series.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Auras Tell All, Shaken, Not Stirred, Mocha Choco Latte, Of Ink-Dipped Petals and Tattooed Hearts, and Salted Caramel Doubleshot

5. Do you respond to comments? I try my best to! Sometimes I get behind on it though.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ignoring all of my Soul Eater fics, since they're old and I somewhat want to rewrite them, I think the angstiest ending would be To the Moon, my only Hanako-Kun fic.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Right now, I think the happiest ending is my Camie/Jirou fic, mother tongue, which was written for the @novapulsezine. But, most of my fics have a happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not really. I think I'm pretty lucky.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? You know it ;) And I write a wide spectrum of it, but mostly it's KiriBaku or ShinKami smut when I do write.

10. Do you write crossovers? I've dabbled with it, but never have posted anything.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so, but I can't quite remember, LOL.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? None yet, but that would be fun!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I suppose you could say I have. Back in the SE days, I would RP, and we would turn the RPs into fics.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? I think if we go back to my roots, my favorite would be Yoh Asakura and Anna Kyoyama.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Teenage Dirtbag, my FMA HS AU fic. I've had plans for it for years, but never can seem to get the words on paper TT_TT

16. What are your writing strengths? Description of settings and internal dialogue

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Probably action scenes-I feel like they tend to fall flat. But, there's always something I could improve upon in my writing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I think that it would be okay as long as it's thoroughly checked to make sure what you're saying is accurate. I tend to shy away from it, just because I don't want to offend anyone.

19. First fandom you wrote for? On AO3, it was Soul Eater. In general, it was probably Twilight or Ouran High School Host Club with my friends during classes in middle/high school.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? It's a tie between Mocha Choco Latte and Shaken, Not Stirred. I love both of these babies and they are my heart and soul.

I tag @hyuge, @lifeform286, @kitkatrix, @kittywritesfic, and whoever else sees this and would like to participate!

[armpirate]

UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 37

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

Previous || Next

MASTERLIST

I look at my phone, confused because it's already been almost a day without him giving life signals. And while I do understand people in general need their space, this is starting to be too weird.

What if he's ghosting me? I mean, it's not like we'd see each other often. He rarely hung out with Soo and her friends before me, so the possibilities of us coming across one another are quite low.

But what if he's not ghosting me and something happened to him? Maybe he's been sick all day and I've been around here thinking the worst of him.

It'd be easier if I knew what real people do in these circumstances. I'm battling between giving him space, or going to his house to make sure everything's fine. But I know he wouldn't be in his house right now, because he's supposed to be working.

So before I'm completely aware of what's going on, my feet start making their way to the studio. I'm not totally conscious of where I'm heading until I recognize the street where it's placed. My mind is too busy trying to guess what I should say if Jungkook is totally fine and Mark is with him. And if it's only Mark... I guess Jungkook is at home?

I suddenly stop when I see the studio is closed. I feel my heart dropping to my stomach, since I can't help but think the worst right now. Maybe I'm overreacting, but how Jungkook has gone silent for almost a full day and now the tattoo studio is also closed... I need to make sure everything is fine, that Jungkook is okay.

The level of anxiety this is giving me is ridiculous. Because most probably they both went out last night, and are just chilling at home.

And while I wonder whether I should go to his house or not, Tammy sends me a text. I'm not really in the mood to read it, because honestly I'm too pissed off with myself and the way I'm reacting.

On my way back home, I keep checking my phone several times. My heart jumps at every notification that pops up, and I almost drop it when I get a call, just to sigh disappointed when I see Tammy's name on the screen.

I'm almost going to greet her the same way I usually do, but she interrupts me before I'm even able to emit a sound.

—Jungkook had an accident.

My body stops moving, it's like those news have made my whole body freeze on the spot, hoping for Tammy to say that she's kidding me and all of this . I can hear her voice, but I can't understand anything she's saying right now.

—I know you two don't get on well —she sighs—. But you should visit him for Soo. Tammy and I will go later today.

—Tam, I gotta go —I manage to say, in between stutters—. Send me the hospital he's in.

I don't even care if I give away I care more than I should with my answer, because right now there's only one thing I can focus on: and it's managing to find a way to get to the hospital he's in as soon as Tammy sends me the location.

I could've asked if he's okay and wait to go with them later today. But I can't wait until then to see him and make sure that he's fine. Not only that. I need to see it myself with my own eyes.

My throat closes as the cab I took gets closer to the hospital, and breathing starts getting difficult by the minute. Not like it gets any better when I get off the car, and insist more times than I'd want to with one of the nurses to know what his room is. And all of this just to be able to get to his room and see him lying in his bed.

He doesn't look as bad as I started to imagine on my way here. His face has a few scratches -along with a small bandage on his forehead-, and his left arm is in plaster; but he's okay. He's sleeping peacefully, yet that doesn't stop me from letting that mix of emotions run through me. My lips start to tremble, and I just can't hold back myself from crying. I'm not sure if it's a way to get fear out of my sister, or maybe it's the relief to see he's okay after all.

—Why are you crying? —I hear his sleepy voice out of nowhere.

I shake my head. I try to get myself to stop crying, but it's more difficult than I thought it'd be. I manage to calm myself down, I sweep my tears away, just so I can see his face closer than it was before.

—Who are you?

And then the knot tenses in my throat again, to the point that it hurts, as I see that confused look he's giving me. My sight starts getting blurry from my tears piling up, I just see the shape of his face. He pulls me closer for a hug, making me accidentally lie on bed with him.

—Cocktease, it was just a joke —he plays with my hair, trying to comfort me.

Now I know. And I try to calm down again, finally being away that he's the one hugging me and trying to comfort me. I move back, still sitting on the side of the bed, while he's trying to clear my face with his right hand -the only one he's able to move right now actually.

—You're okay? —I nod— I was just joking.

—Who jokes with something like that? —I hit on his right arm— God, you're so lucky I'm in love with you...

His smile grows bigger when he hears me saying that, but he doesn't have time to tease me about it. One of the nurses comes in, greeting us both and checking out everything is okay with him.

—The doctor will come in a few minutes —she lets him know.

She leaves us alone again, closing the door behind her. I don't need to turn to look at him to know the way he's looking at me right now, or to know how he's going to tease me about what I've just said.

I look at all the things around, my fingers playing with the support for the serum while desperately trying to keep my focus away from him.

—You're going to act like you didn't say anything, don't you?

—What did I say? —I tilt my head while frowning my eyebrows— I didn't hear anything.

When I finally turn to look at him, Jungkook is giving me a sided smile. I really don't know where those words came from, or how they managed to slip out of my mouth, but I'm so confused while he's just smiling as if he totally understood what was going on.

—What happened?

I try to change the topic, thing he only allows to happen for a short minute -the time he spends explaining how he got in this situation.

—I went out with Tae last night. I didn't even drink —he rushes to deny, as my eyes start giving him the most suspicious look—. I stopped at a red light, and I just saw a car coming in my direction. I guess he should've opened up a bit more while turning, but he didn't and that's why he ran me over.

—And of course you weren't wearing a helmet —I roll my eyes.

And, like I said, this is just momentarily, because he wastes no time driving the conversation back to my accidental comment. He digs his index on my side, right on the curve of my waist to make my body flinch as he insists for an answer.

—Oh —a feminine voice interrupt us—, I didn't know you were here.

Soo enters the room, looking at us with a funny smile, placing herself on the other side of his bed.

—Tam told me he was here —I get off the mattress—. And came to see how he's doing.

—Right —she nods, trying to hide her cheeky smile.

—But I'll get going now —I inform them both—. Glad to see you're okay.

I move nervously, trying to run away from here, only to hit my body against a small stool that was in the middle of the room for some reason. Turning again to them, I smile and wave to head out of the room as soon as possible.

✸ ✸ ✸

I'm lying on the couch after coming back from work, and I'd be sleeping right now if it weren't because Jungkook can't sleep and is glued to his phone.

Asshole: Soo won't leave me alone.

Asshole: She's here all day

Asshole: Sorry for not letting you know before I was here.

Me: It's alright.

Me: And stop complaining. It's sweet she's there with you.

Asshole: It'd be better if you were the one here with me.

I smile at his text, just for it to go even wider when he sends me another text and tells me to go to sleep.

Asshole: Love you, cocktease.

Asshole: Even if you still hadn't said it back.

[nostalgiachan]

Oh hey, I'm doing that thing I said I was going to do where I try to catch up my Tumblr 100 OC posts with my Twitter ones. As always, new images up top, earliest images down below, and detailed info below the cut.

#45: Alriem Nelufera Idea: Moon elf DROOD Story: Dragon Tavern

As with a great many of these character groups, some parties got a lot more fleshing out than others, and the Champions of the Mountain Kingdoms were definitely the least developed of the three; and of the three of them, Systir easily got more development than Alriem or Iros. But Alriem's gotten a little smattering of building, especially with the changes to the Moon Elves, so here we go.

So as stated before, when the races and creatures of the world were seeded, the Moon Elves were the literal self inserts of the actual elves on the moon. As such, they adopted their creators' love of science and knowledge-gathering. They spent many a century exploring the wild and wacky world of science, with horticulture and geology being particularly popular fields; in time, the two even began to intermix, leading the Moon Elves to grow living crystals, among other things. They spread far and wide across their lands, but it wouldn't be long before they ran into the dwarves and humans, who had learned of and coveted their living crystal. Of course, the Moon Elves weren't complete victims, as they in turn coveted the lands of the other two, and they wanted to "peacefully relocate" the other races.

This led to to the creation of two like-minded groups; the Rangers, a more military group who actively patrolled their territory riddling invaders with arrows, and Cultivators, essentially science-druids who had learned to grow weaponry and familiars out of the earth.

And as you do, they all got to fighting with one another. But over the centuries, they realized that 1) none of them were getting what they wanted, and 2) there's some crazies out there called the Steel Empire and they have flying ships so maybe they should try to get along before they come to fuck them up.

And thus, in the spirit of self-defense, the three races came together to form the Mountain Kingdoms, a triumvirate helmed by the leaders of the three races. At first, relations were pretty shaky, but over time, the nations learned to like each other and cooperate, and in all the centuries since, there hasn't been a hint of malice between them - especially since they're all still waiting for the day the Steel Empire tries something funny.

Cut to the present day, and the Mountain Kingdoms have been greeted by a mysterious visitor promising them a power that will almost certainly help defend them against the inevitable invasion and totally won't unleash a raving mad elf who will absolutely destroy the world. And how could they say no to that? So, they put together a small band of champions to be led by Alriem Nelufera, a Cultivator. Like Sydan, she was chosen because she was known to be a capable fighter and a highly intelligent scientist, but was not renowned enough that her presence out in the wider world would cause any sort of stir.

As for the woman herself...she's very much a WIP when it comes to personality. In-game, I set her "mannerism" to "friendly," but I very much drew her more aloof-looking, like she was supposed to be a quiet, delicate sort of flower, so I kept to that. Years later, when I did her first redesign, I thought about giving her tattoos from which she summons her plants/weapons/familiars, as in-game one of your support items is a rune, but there's no real description as to whether the rune is a stone rune or it's a marking on your creature or what. I'm not sure I'm going with that idea anymore, though. I also thought she would summon her clothing out of her tattoos, because Moon Elves are naturalists but the rest of the civilized world doesn't roll like that, but I think I'll drop that one, too.

#46: Systir the Belt-taker Idea: Hot-blooded dragon-riding muscle-man who's also a functioning alcoholic Story: Dragon Tavern

In the early days, Systir was basically Kamina - or at least, my idea of Kamina before I actually watched more than 3 episodes of Gurren Lagann and realized I didn't like Kamina. Tall guy, shirtless, very similar tattoos, dark blue spiky hair, and he would PIERCE THE HEAVENS with his lance. He also had multiple mismatched belts around his waist because ??? When Dragon Tavern added drinking mechanics to the game, I found that Systir had the best overall luck with drinking and not running into any negative effects, so I worked in that he was a pretty hard partying dude.

And then, I actively decided he was an alcoholic. No whoopsie-doodling myself into it, I leaned all the way in. And thus did poor Systir become probably the guy who gets it the hardest out of this whole squad (except possibly Paz).

As for his present-day story, Systir is a member of the Sky Guard, a league of dragon riders and one of the most stalwart defenders among the human forces of the Mountain Kingdoms. While the Sky Guard are quite well-disciplined, they also tend to attract people with big egos and big tempers; every other Sky Guard seems to have something to prove, and when they're not actively defending their home against ne'er-do-wells, they're often challenging each other to winner-take-all jousting duels. Most duelists demand something valuable from their opponent when they win - gold, titles, items of personal importance, the occasional spouse.

But Systir's not like the average Sky Guard. He doesn't feel like he has anything to prove, because he knows he's the best.

He doesn't care to take fancy treasures or status symbols from his vanquished opponents. Instead, he only wants one thing: their belts. To him, nothing is sweeter than to watch the loser have to hobble away with their pants sliding. He even likes to wear the belts around his midsection as trophies, daring anyone to fight him again to win back their belt.

Systir and his bonded dragon, Lentaa, were one of the first choices to join the Champions of the Mountain Kingdoms; sure, he was a hard-drinking loudmouth, but he was unquestionably one of the fastest up-and-comers in the Sky Guard. Besides, Alriem would be handling any diplomacy and Iros would do the quiet jobs, so everything would be fine, right?

As it turns out, no. No, it wouldn't. Because later in the story, when everyone finally converges on the Tower and most have realized that whatever's on the other side is bad news, Systir is the one who says "Fuck that noise, we came here to do a job and we're going to finish that job," and activates the portal. And everyone nearly dies because of that, Systir included.

And boy, oh boy, does he not take the aftermath well. When everyone else decides to stay around the tower to shield it from interlopers and prepare for a proper reckoning with T'akar Duum, Systir instead can't handle the guilt he feels over nearly getting everyone killed and bails, disappearing into the woods with Lentaa to wander the earth and make hooch out of just about anything he can find so he can forget everything that happened; he feels that if he stays around, he's just liable to fuck up again.

Things probably get better for him eventually, but uh...I never got that far.

#47: Iros Idea: Creeping sneakthief WIP Story: Dragon Tavern

Without a doubt, Iros was the least developed of the initial batch of Dragon Tavern characters; the most that was written about him was that he was a meticulous planner who used his naturally sleepy appearance to hide his cunning intellect, but who would also quickly grow agitated if things didn't go exactly according to his plans. Unlike Alriem and Systir, however, I didn't spend nearly as much time over the years reworking his character. Poor dude kinda fell through the cracks...which, during the last however-long I've worked on this one, I might have actually taken to heart and worked into his new character.

While the meticulous planning and quiet cunning will stay, I now picture Iros as much more of an eccentric weirdo than I'd originally made him. As far as he can remember, he had always lived alone, sneaking about back alleys and scrounging to survive. He grew so used to living in the darkness and keeping out of the eye of others that the thought of anyone perceiving him would send him into an immediate state of panic. So imagine his surprise when he got caught stealing from the home of a veteran Infiltrator.

As tends to happen in these sorts of things, the Infiltrator was mighty impressed, taking the youth under her wing and teaching him the finer points of sneaky-beaking while slowly getting him used to the idea of being seen by other people, along with giving him a general education considering he was a feral child; she also happened to give him his name. A few years later, he was hand-picked to join the Champions of the Mountain Kingdoms.

As for where he ends up in the second half of the story, the only thing I particularly remember is that he winds up being one of the worse-off members, ultimately getting his entire jaw ripped off by T'akar Duum and getting a prosthetic fashioned for him by Paz. Whether or not I'll keep this is up in the air (chances are good I won't, though, since the only reason he'd had it at all was because MGS4 had released around that time and I thought Raiden's metal jaw looked cool), but beyond that, he most likely returned to civilization at large, mostly to spread misinformation to any Seekers looking for the Tower's location.

#48: Rinel Acolytus Idea: Leader of the holy choir, smiter of the wicked, raging bigot Story: Dragon Tavern

At last, we have our final squad, the Champions of the Steel Empire. In-game, the Steel Empire was basically Warhammer 40k (God-Emperor, an inquisition, science > magic, kill-all-xenos policy) with the tech level of Warhammer Fantasy (steamcraft, zeppelins, knights on horseback). Thus, they, more than either of the other two regions, have needed to have some reworkings over the years to try to divorce them from the obvious influences while still keeping the general gist of what they are. The primary thing that's changed is the origin and function of the God Emperor, who I've now reimagined as the Eternal Child; long ago, something happened which trapped the young boy in a perpetual state of being ten years old. Whether or not said something also gave him unprecedented magical powers, no one knows and the Eternal Child is not mentally capable of figuring it out. What is known, at least to a very select few, is that the Eternal Child is exactly as much of a Problem™️ as one would expect a permanent ten year old with borderline-uncontrollable magic powers would be.

As such, the Empire actually arose out of a need to a) appease the Child to keep him from nuking their whole society on a whim, especially when the regularly-attacking local wildlife and inhospitable environs already made life difficult, and b) potentially weaponize the Child since if his abilities could be harnessed in some way, it could finally give them the proper foothold to expand their civilization.

Thus came the mythology that the Eternal Child was the god emperor supreme blessed with divine yadda yadda who single-handedly saved their people from destruction and whose power he bestowed upon a chosen few, his Acolytes, to act as his will in the world at large while he was busy personally keeping their region safe. In truth, the Child was a petty brat who for some reason no one knows absolutely hated all magic despite having access to it himself. Thus, the initial banning of magic was twofold; first, to keep anyone from exploring alternate forms of magic and potentially undermining the power and unity of the Empire, and second, simply because the Eternal Child willed it, and his word was ultimately law (when the inner circle couldn't get away with circumventing it for their own desires, of course). Over the millennia, much of the truth was lost, concealed, or altered in so many ways that xenophobia and superstition became baked into society at large.

And that's where we come to Rinel. Rinel is one of those aforementioned Acolytes, who through the power of hymns and a big ol' hammer can channel the Eternal Child's power (which is totally not supplementing her own innate magic, she doesn't have magic, that's witchcraft, shut up) to smite her enemies. And like most good Acolytes, she's in the service of spreading the will of the Child by just about any means necessary. She hates non-humans, she hates witches, she hates magical creatures, she loves the Eternal Child. Simple as. And as such, when the inner circle received word of the Tower, she was chosen to lead the Champions as she had more than proven that her loyalty to the Empire wouldn't waver in the face of the temptations of the outside world.

She's a dour, serious young woman who is absolutely devoted to her mission and duty. So, of course, this tends to cause some wacky shenaniganry when she's paired with an Inquisitor who is more than willing to play a little fast and loose with the "non-humans and magic bad" stance and a perky young engineer, both of whom think she could stand to lighten the fuck up.

And lighten the fuck up, she does, eventually. As she travels, and especially after she meets the other teams, her bigotry is challenged, and ultimately breaks by the time they face down T'akar Duum. The final nail in the coffin for her extremism is that she falls in love with Enkeli, said Inquisitor, and learns he's been possessed by a demonic force that is slowly transforming him. Whereas in the early story, she would've just caved in his skull with her hammer, burnt his corpse, and been done with it, now, she actually wants to try to free him of his curse. After the time skip, much of her time has been spent studying esoteric exorcism rituals and properly studying magic to break her reliance on channeling the Eternal Child - she stops using her channeling because she doesn't know if her connection to the Child would tell the Empire where they were, so she needed another method to dig into her power.

[munsons-maiden]

Also, are the tattoos really meaningless? I think it is too much of a coincidence that he has the puppet master and the bats and she really had no idea they’d be meaningful. I think the others are for sure going to come into play in season 5. I don’t think it was an accident when showing his tats to Chrissy he pulled down his shirt to show the ones on his collar when he had ones on his arm that would’ve been so much easier to show off (apart from him just looking sexy doing it). I think we were supposed to see them. I think maybe one or two things could be a coincidence, but I really have a hard time believing all these things were just accidents (symbolism of the tattoos, Wayne and Jonathan wearing the EXACT SAME JACKET hanging posters, the When it’s Cold I’d like to Die song playing, the shield he makes, Iron Maiden’s zombie Eddie being on the cover in the This is Music scene…) it’s just too many things to be accidents. 🦄

I've been mulling this over for days now, because I agree with everything you said. Apart from the Puppet Master and the Bats, I think the most important one is the spider because that's literally Vecna's symbol.

I feel like, yes, it could all be coincidences but even if all the tattoos and the shield and the Iron Maiden reference were total coincidence....giving Wayne and Jonathan the EXACT SAME jacket while doing the exact same thing, pinning the missing poster, is too much of a coincidence because THAT has been planned. Definitely. Plus the choice of song. Those are two links to Will, the boy who died AND was resurrected in the Upside Down. Plus, what people tend to forget, the song doesn't only link Eddie to Will, but to Max as well - the girl who was killed not in the Upside Down but by its "god" AND resurrected as well. Even everything on- and off-screen completely put aside, those two parallels are not councidences.

I'd love to see the script for the complete scene in the woods because so much of it was improvised that I'm not sure the pulling-down-his-collar thing was in the script 🤔 But talking about scripts: the 8flix scripts seem to have been actual early drafts of the script, which means the shot of Eddie's rings in ep8 including their meaning was scripted, which means the line "symbol of death and resurrection" was most likely in the actual script. Meaning that the choice of the rings was probably not as intentional as they want us to believe, which makes the vampure skull ring even more interesting.