#idk if anyone cares but i just felt the need to put it somewhere

[actual-changeling]

a little life update for those who care but also i use tumblr as my diary so there's that. if you don't wanna see personal stuff just blog the tag and you're good

for those not up to date on my family background: father - shitbag, mother: probably narcissistic, both abusive and also divorced. i live alone thank god. sister - just as mentally ill as me.

ive been living alone for two years now and most of that time was spent trying to do college, juggle my relationship and try not to fall apart with all my trauma and disorders trying to crush me to death. as expected, that did not work out. ex is an ex, i am doing horribly, and this is the first time in my entire life that i can catch a break and have nothing to do.

problem: college.

bigger problem: attempting classes right now has a good chance of landing me in a psychward and/or dead because i cannot handle stress, full and complete burn out and major depressive episodes while my body and brain attempt to somehow process 21 years of intense debilitating trauma.

my emotional stability is non existent, i crack like an egg under the slightest pressure, and there is so much happening in my brain i wouldnt even know where to begin untangeling that bitch.

i am on meds, i see a wonderful therapist, who also suggested i just. take an empty semester so i can have a break. did i almost break down crying today? yes. yes i did. she was very concerned but it's all good now. i think anna has a point because the pure thought of college is making me want to cry until i throw up. im breaking apart and trying to keep myself together with tape and glue and i dont even know if thats the best way to go about it. maybe i just need to fall apart and see what happens then, who knows.

im tired of life. im exhausted. so bone deep exhausted it's like a giant weight pulling me down with every single thought breath or movement. i have always been this exhausted, literally since i was a toddler. no one has been able to fix it yet. im just tired. i just need everything to stop and i need to fix myself. no idea how that will ever happen though so you can imagine that my current outlook on uhhh existing isn't too great

im tired. i keep trying. im still tired. that about sums it up.

[spicyspiders]

Hi, not sure if you write for Phillip Graves so if you don't no worries but I just thought I had to send in case there's a chance you do🙏🙏

So the idea is the Commander doesn't use the communal showers, he got his own private quarters for that, but maybe something goes wrong with his own shower unit so thats a no go after a really long day. He goes for the showers really late at night, like he usually would at his own quarters. He wouldn't expect anyone to be there this late, but m reader walks in while graves is already there and showering. He's immediately flustered, but graves notices before he could leave, so it would be just awkward if m reader just up and left. Graves doesn't mind seeing the reader there, its been shown that he cares abt his shadows a lot. The reader showers with his fellow shadows a ton of course, but the fact that its the Commander who is usually not seen in here does something to him, and the Commander def notices it and takes advantage of the opportunity, showing him he's got nothing to be nervous about... could contain gratituous fondling and fingering I feel so silly writing this gah damn anyway of course feel free to ignore if you don't write for him keep up the awesome work 🙏🙏

This is really short but I hope you still like it. I put some praise kink in this because idk after reading this ask I just felt like I had to.

“I asked you a question,” Graves says as he nips at the side of your neck. Warm water falls from the showerhead, washing the pinprick of pain away. 

You pant against the wet tile as you struggle internally to try and remember what he just asked you. “Sir, I don’t-”

His fingers crook inside you, right against your prostate, pulling a moan from your throat, “I would say we’re on a first name basis, wouldn’t you say?” He ducks his head into your neck, pressing his grin right into where he just nipped. It makes sense, two of his fingers are inside you after all. 

“I can’t remember what you said,” you grit out, your forehead pressed to the tile. 

Graves– Phillip lets out a chuckle before repeating himself, “I just wanted to know if we need to go somewhere drier?” His fingers move slowly in and out of your hole, and every time you finally think of an answer, the pads will brush over the bundle of nerves, making your mind go blank. 

“I’m fine,” you respond quickly. To prove it to him, you spread your legs and get a better footing on the wet tile. 

“I knew you would be,” Phillip responds, and presses a kiss to your neck. “Just a little praise is all it takes to get your legs spread?”

The praise in question had only been one sentence, but it still managed to set you alight. But then your brain had caught up to your ears and you realized who had said it. 

“Good work on the mission today, your marksmanship made it go through without a hitch,” Phillip had said, his fingers buried in his hair as he cleaned it. The praise already made your cock twitch, but after you turned and saw that it was your commander that had said it, you prayed he couldn’t see as your cock slowly thickened. 

Your prayer went unanswered, but for once, you were grateful. 

A small smile lights up your face, “you’re my commander, of course I want your praise,” his teeth attach to your neck, making it harder for you to get your next words out, “we all do,” you say with a moan. 

“The others don’t spread their legs as beautifully as you do,” Phillip whispers into your ear.

His choice of words makes you want to question if he’s done this with the others, but when his fingers press against your prostate again, your mouth opens, but only to let out another moan.

[negrowhat]

15 Day BL Challenge 2K24

FULL CHALLENGE HERE!

Day 14: Top 5 Sad Boys

Tae Myungha from Love for Love's Sake. Literally the most sad boy. So sad that he was sent to a videogame realm to try life again. So sad that it became an actual mission to make him happy. Myungha took care of everyone but wouldn't allow anyone to take care of him because he didn't feel like he was worth it. It took him almost literally being RIPPED from his new world to realize he wanted to be loved and saved and happy. He goes straight to the front of the "You Need a Hug" line.

Jung Woo from Choco Milk Shake. The most miserable boy. He was so sad and lonely that some unknown pet god decided to send him back his dead pets as humans because they were around when he was at his peak happiness. There was literally no one else around to make him happy, his young uncle was trying though. But to have some higher power send you back your pets must mean that you are the saddest of sad because no one loves a person quite like a pet does.

Uea from Bed Friend. Isolated sad boy, done dirty by damn near every single person in his entire life. He had every right to be as defensive and standoffish as he was, no one was protecting Uea so he had to protect himself. That poor man had trauma on top of trauma and IDK how he was functioning at such a high rate. He didn't deserve any of the turmoil he had been put through literally since childhood. I hope his birthgiver, her husband, his ex, and his boss are all rotting in jail cells with pretty matching ankle shackles and chains. Chain gang bitches.

Seo Jaewon from The Eighth Sense. A sad boy with the same type of sad I am. I know the pain and trauma of losing a brother. Especially one you felt responsible for. He had basically turned off his own feelings and allowed the people around him to mistreat him because he didn't even feel like it was worth fighting or dismissing. I don't know if he just didn't care or if he felt like he deserved all the bad people in his life for not protecting his brother. Happy One Year Anniversary to this series btw.

Yang Yan Feng from Love in Translation. A sad boy just out there looking for love and to have a successful business. Carrying the weight of a debt inherited by his parents while they hid out in China somewhere. He even pushed his crush off on another woman because he didn't want to get him involved. He yelled in that poor sunshine boy's face and lied because he didn't want him to get hurt. The boy just needed a hug and a helping hand.

Honorable mentions to Sky from Love in the Air, Choi Yeonwoo from Color Rush, and Sailom from Wedding Plan.

[captain-mj]

hey idk if I missed what it stands for somewhere or smth but. rlly curious what ESU stands for in the GhostSoap Handler fic.

also,, 100000/10 fuckign,,, LOVING that fic so MUCH I am bouncing off the walls like the roommate's crackhead cat at 2am that keeps one from getting decent sleep

So this is the last chapter! ESU stands for Experimental Soldiers Unit (not the most creative but are most military names?)

Previous Parts

Soap gently helped Ghost into his tac vest while Ghost checked Soap’s gun. He went over every inch, making sure it was working perfectly.

Ghost felt a kiss be placed to the base of his wings.

There was a funny sense of finality that Ghost knew everyone around him must feel. Surely they had to.

Yet no one acted any differently.

It was a simple milk run. The only difference was Valeria was the target. It was fine. Normal.

Fucking… normal.

Ghost felt like he was on a tightrope. Soap was perfect. Soap was always perfect. But Jesus Christ he was tired. It ached. This longing to curl back up in his chair in Glasgow.

Graves’s words were going to him. But now, so were Alex’s.

“Simon, do you ever wish you could retire?”

“No.”

“I do. I think of one day never shifting back. Putting the wings away. Maybe just cutting them off so i can never be asked again.” Alex had seemed far away. Something had changed with him recently. Or maybe it was Ghost seeing it for the first time. “Can’t do it yet. Not while they’re still things to do. People to protect.”

Ghost hadn’t responded.

Alejandro seemed happy. Graves seemed happy. Was it something they were doing? Some secret?

Alejandro and Rodolfo got married. He saw the way they looked at each other. It was the way he looked at Soap when he caught himself in mirrors.

Why was that not enough? Why was loving Soap not enough to fix it? Fix him? Make him less tired?

But he did his job just like always. He sat quietly in his seat on the truck, listening to a Gaz and Price and Soap. They were talking about the mission, planning.

Ghost would go in alone and they’d ambush her. She knew they were coming so they expected a lot of fighting. It’s why it was important they stay and watch his back.

His nails dug into his skin. They were concerned about him. Price asked if he could handle it alone.

“Yes, sir. I can.”

Ghost went into the building, taking special care to be silent. Everyone else could get the enemies' attention. He just needed to find Valeria.

And he did. He found her with a hurt monster. A Damaged thing.

Nunez's wings were beautiful, but he had the same staining on his skin that Ghost did. Same curse.

Valeria looked at him.

He understood.

"I watched the military destroy Alejandro. Take men and return pieces of them. I just... couldn't let that happen to him. I stopped it in Los Almas when no one else did!" Valeria hissed at him, standing in front of Nunez. "It was selfish and horrible what they did. You defend them you..." She stared, slowly relaxing. "You..."

Ghost stared. He swallowed thickly.

"No, you get it."

Ghost hated her.

"If we're found, they'll take him away from me. They'll start experimenting on him again. Can you live with that?"

Ghost thought of an airplane.

"Go." He rasps. "Just go."

Valeria smiled and Nunez dragged her away, going faster than anyone Ghost had ever seen. And Ghost went out a different door.

He heard them realize Valeria was going South and Ghost started going North.

Simon knew he had to go home.

Hopefully Soap wouldn't be so mad at him.

His radio went off. "Simon. Simon, how copy."

Ghost took his radio off and dropped it on the ground.

"Simon. How copy."

Ghost listened to them try to call him back. He took off his vest and left it on the ground. His dog tags were left a few feet away from them.

He hoped Alex would leave soon. He deserved it. Gaz deserved it. To know his sweetheart would be coming home.

Ghost remembered his journey to Texas after Mexico. It felt similar. His feet bled. His chest convulsed. The little thing called his heart beating and fluttering randomly. It begged him to go back or lay down and die.

What are you without the military?

Don't know. I'll figure it out.

What are you without Soap there to hold your hand?

If I never let go of his hand, I'll never have to know.

Ghost found himself crawling into Soap's bed in Glasgow. He showered first, not wanting to dirty his sheets. Soap had been there recently it seemed but left again. His body sank into the pillows. Too large and bulky but it cradled him gently.

When he got up, he ate. He showered again. He stared at the walls before using Soap's computer.

First thing he did was snoop through emails to look at reports. They were about him. All about him. Where was he? Why was his gear left? Is he okay?

In one of Price's reports, there was a message at the bottom.

"I hope it goes well."

It was an odd phrasing. Just odd enough for Ghost to know it was on purpose.

Of course Price would know.

After a week of searching, life returned to normal. For them. Ghost was still in Soap's home. And after a lot of rest, he started to do stuff again. He started to look through more reports, but nothing was that fun. Then, he started to search the internet.

Ghost found his brother's old music. Silly teenage band music. He liked hearing his brother's drumming. The person singing didn't really matter. Just Tommy's drumming.

It led Simon down a rabbit hole. About his murder apparently.

There were videos upon videos about his family.

He watched every single one.

True crime videos. Women doing makeup and men making jokes.

it was nice, seeing his family together again sans his father.

Then, someone showed a picture of him in a bar, clearly drunk and hunched over. His body was already changed but the baggy hoodie kept it semi hidden.

"It's time stamped for 9:17."

"Time of Death was put at 9:19."

"How did he travel all the way home and tear them to shreds in two minutes?"

Ghost didn't do it. That night wasn't his fault.

The realization had him clawing at his skin and wailing until he worried the neighbors may call the cops. His head throbbed and his throat ached.

The black on his skin spread. It burned and ached and for once, Ghost decided it wouldn't be so bad to be half mad and feral. His brain hurt. There was so much heat on his body. Intense and furious.

A fever over took him. It felt almost silly. Like his emotions had gotten so harsh and bad that it gave him a physical reaction.

His body had an intense ache over it and it felt like the light blistered against his skin. Everything was hazy and out of focus, unable to focus on anything.

So Simon showered in the dark and he ignored that his skin felt so uncomfortable and that his feathers had started to fall out.

And then one day, he woke up, body incredibly sore from his fever but no more hysteria or fever. He ran his hands over his face, pausing.

His hands. They looked.

Normal.

No claws.

Just pink flesh.

There was a sound and he perked up. It didn't ring in his ears or go on for ages.

There was a click of a door and Simon went downstairs. His clothes hung off of him, no longer tight.

Soap.

Soap put his keys into the bowl. He looked exhausted. Red rings around his eyes.

Simon was stupid.

"Missed me?"

Johnny went for his gun before freezing. He just kept staring.

"Ghost?"

Simon stretched, for the first time in years not feeling the weight of wings and guilt on his shoulders.

"Just Simon."

"Simon."

"How about I make you a cup of coffee? Or food? I'm sure you're starving." Simon wanted to feel useful suddenly. It was an intense need to help that was interrupted by Soap kissing him hard. Simon only flinched back, worried his fangs would cut his lips. But there were no fangs. Just lips.

Simon yanked him closer and kissed him deeply, pulling him in closer.

Johnny pulled away and shook him. "You fucking disappeared. You fucking... You..." He kissed him again.

"I'm sorry. I waited here for you. I'm never going to let go of your hand."

"Huh?"

"Don't worry about it."

[siilvan]

Solitude

Characters: Mylène "Petra" Scholten de Ridder

Summary: The feeling of being alone. (Or something like that.)

Genre: Light angst? Idk, it's just sleep-deprived rambling lol

Warnings: Semi-proofread, light cursing, some mentions/allusions to canon-typical violence, again it's just random shit

Word Count: 1.5k

Note: I wrote this in a few hours because I've been an emo bitch lately and figured I'd do what I always do when I'm sad, AKA take it out on my oc (◡‿◡) I might leave it up, I might cringe after I wake up and delete it, who knows honestly? I promise I'm working on things people actually want to read, btw

If Petra was one thing, it was a woman not easily phased by trivial matters. War, violence, exhaustion, death – all things she was experienced with. All things she knew how to handle on any given day. She earned both her call sign and her position for exactly that reason, even.

Now, if Mylène was one thing, it was a woman constantly weighed down with the things she faces on any given day. War, violence, exhaustion, death – it haunts her every waking moment. She had learned to deal with it over the years, how to put a pin in her emotions for the sake of getting the job done. People needed her to be the steady hand, so that’s what she became.

She never quite learned how to deal with the loneliness, though.

"Just call me if you need me, okay? Any time, I don't care when or where. I'm there."

The words felt foreign as soon as they left the captain's lips. She wasn't used to hearing that. She was always the one people came to rely on.

A heavy sigh escapes Mylène's lips as she unceremoniously flops down on the sofa with her old scrapbook in-hand. It was a hobby her mother had, one she didn’t understand until it was too late to even tell the woman that she learned why she loved it so much.

That's another thing she was. Sentimental. All she ever seemed to do when she was alone was reminisce. The good days, the bad days, the moments that she was sure went right in and out of anyone else's brain – her first sniping lesson with Price, the first time Nikolai called her "Mila," the first time she heard Ghost's genuine laugh, when she and Soap discovered their mutual love of art, the one single time she almost beat Gaz in a race… small moments, but ones she held close to her heart.

As she flips the near-overstuffed book open, she's immediately greeted with another memory. One she was honestly surprised she could still recall so clearly, considering she was only six years old during it.

A photo, taken in the dead of winter. Her family was in the states, visiting her aunt and uncle for Christmas. They were at the dinner table – her aunt was to the left, her honey blonde hair tossed over her shoulder as a few streaks of silvery grey finally started to show, with a three-year-old Emiel sitting in her lap and babbling away to her. To the right was her uncle, the grey in his dark hair and beard far more visible as he leaned back in his chair, a soft smile resting on his lips as he watched the six-year-old in his lap frantically scribble away on a piece of paper with a crayon. In the back, standing in the backyard and visible through the half-open glass door, was her father – younger, not yet the man she knew him as – and her two cousins, tossing a football back and forth and laughing away. Even her childhood dog was there, a blur in the picture as she ran after the ball.

Her mom wasn't in the photo. Judging by Emiel pointing somewhere behind the camera, she was the one taking it.

The more Mylène thought about it, the more it almost became funny. There was a point in time when she was surrounded by people, almost too many for her to keep up with. Her gaze lifts from the page; she tries to ignore the wetness clinging to her eyelashes as she looks around her living room. Other than her, it's empty. Her brother was somewhere else in the world, surely finishing another sensitive mission that Laswell assigned to him. "I want the best for the job," she always says. Her aunt and uncle were still in the states, but every time she thought about them, all that seemed to come to mind was how they lost fifteen years to the anger of her father.

After years of losing people left and right – allies, entire teams, patients in her care, civilians, friends – maybe it was for the best that she was alone. Even the task force had some close scrapes over the years, moments when she worried about losing one of the people she had come to consider a second family.

Mylène closes the scrapbook with a heavy thud and sets it down on the small coffee table in front of her. She shifts, pulling her knees up to her chest and eyeing the cellphone sitting next to the book. It was silent, save for the occasional spam email or update from her superiors. If she wasn't a woman ruled by her sense of pride, she'd consider sending someone a message.

Maybe she could text Freya and ask about her progress with the recent training exercises she gave her. Or, maybe she could text Christine for an update on the new batch of recruits. Maybe she could even come up with some lame excuse to text Olga, ask her how she's doing after her company rapidly expanded out of the blue.

No, no… She's a woman with too much pride for that. Johnny, Kyle, Simon… She didn’t have a viable excuse for bothering any of them. Between their work and their partners, she doubted any of those three had time for her, anyway.

Price? No, definitely busy with the missus. Nikolai? She can never predict what he's up to, but she assumed it was probably work or his own love, too. Laswell? God, what weak excuse could she even come up with in that scenario.

"Any time, I'm there."

She lowers her head and lets her chin rest on top of her knees. She was only home because she had to be – the captain claimed she was working herself to the bone and needed the time off before she ran herself ragged.

"You can take a week off," He chuckles, patting her shoulder before squeezing it in a firm grip. "Everything'll keep running when you're gone, I promise. We won't fall apart without you."

She laughed at the time. "Just give me a call if Johnny blows one of his fingers off, he's already almost done that three times this month alone." She said.

Was she selfish for feeling a pang in her chest? "It's natural to want to feel wanted," she can already hear someone wiser than her saying. Who could she actually say that to, though? Everyone around her was too busy and too interested in their own lives. She was just… well, herself. Lieutenant Petra; always stable, always the guiding hand, always the last one to complain when times get tough.

Her phone buzzes as the screen flashes to life. She picks it up and sees her brother's name in the notifications. When she clicks into their messages, it's a picture of him sitting in the back of a helicopter, his gear half-stripped off but his mask still on, covering the lower half of his face and leaving his smeared eye black and messy hair on display as he gives the camera a little thumbs-up.

Always his way of telling her he's okay after a mission. Whenever she was sent out, she'd do the same. Mylène sends a quick reply – "Try and spend more than three days at base when you get back." – and turns her phone off again.

It would be easy to message someone at this point and tell them the truth. "I'm feeling lonely, do you have time to chat?" are just nine little words. She was always the one telling her teammates and the soldiers under her command to reach out if they ever needed her, and yet the thought of doing the same felt like an impossible goal.

She turns her phone on its face and leans back against the cushion. After years of being her own shoulder to cry on, why was she suddenly feeling so lonely? She didn't need to be coddled, she didn't need to be someone's baby, she was always capable of relying on herself and no one else. She promised herself that the last time she broke down in front of someone else would be the last time she let herself do something like that. She didn't need it. She could take care of herself.

Mylène pushes herself off the sofa, worrying at the inside of her cheek. Everyone has their priorities and people they're already focused on caring for. She has herself, and that's all she needs. She doesn't need a shoulder to cry on or someone who knows how she's feeling all hours of the day.

"Verdomme…" She lifts her hands up and presses the heels of her palms to her eyes. "Get it together, Scholten…" She mutters in the empty room, drawing in and releasing slow, deep breaths until she can lower her hands to her sides once more. She handles it, just like always.

She has herself, and that's all she needs.

[sixstepsaway]

right, so, here are my Thoughts about that whole thing now i've slept on it. probably won't be super coherent but here we go

i feel bad for stede. he got shoved, somehow, into the weird love interest role so many female characters find themselves in, where they are truly completed by a man and a romance not the things they've been striving for throughout the series so far. he's shown no sign of wanting to give up the pirate lifestyle he's just finally got back, and to accompany him giving that up with izzy's gorgeous "piracy is about family and somewhere to belong" speech from earlier just feels cruel. we joke about how episode 2 stede wouldn't care if lucius died but that changed, he got attached, his crew became his family. they were loyal to him and followed him even when they were just working at spanish jackie's for pennies. they respected him and loved him enough to let him talk them into letting ed back on board. this was, at least at this point in stede's arc, his happy ending. in fact, you can even argue he was happy without ed for a while at the start of this episode. his relationship with ed is important and it's icing on the cake, but it isn't something to complete him, or his only source of happiness -- nor should it be!!! and then for some reason ed shows back up, fishes up his leathers, kicks ass to save him, loses izzy and now they're leaving stede's ship and crew and found family to... run an inn made out of the world's shittiest fixer-upper? stede? stede twirly fancypants bonnett??? in that place? maybe at the end of a full run this might have felt like a good conclusion to his story, him realizing he wanted belonging, not necessarily to be a pirate, and maybe them bringing some of crew along to have their home somewhere safer and happier than the piracy they don't really enjoy but turn to because they have no other choice, but right now it just feels like... honestly like either he agreed to it to keep ed with him ("AITA for convincing my boyfriend to run an inn with me after leaving him two days ago because we were moving too fast? little backstory: this involved my boyfriend leaving everything in his life for me and no i did not apologize for running off to become a fisherman") or like, as i said up there, a matter of "actually all he needed was a BOYFRIEND all along" which... ngh. stede is more than his relationship.

idk why we bothered establishing that frenchie, jim and even archie were willing to put their lives on the line and lie to ed's murderous face to save izzy's life just for them to be stone-faced and have no feelings about his loss. like, okay, ed and he's stories are tied together and him dying in ed's arms makes more sense narratively than him dying in anyone else's, but also ed hadn't earned that and izzy deserved to die in the arms of someone who hadn't tried to kill him and shot him in the leg not to mention we went from fang's squishy hug and frenchie holding his hand to just... nothing? not a thing? roach, the ship's surgeon, did nothing to try and save him? it's just ed slapping his gunshot wound pathetically?

it strongly feels like they swapped izzy and ed's roles in his death scene sounds stupid but hear me out "you're my only family" would make so much more sense coming from izzy with ed dying in his arms. izzy's desperation to keep hold of ed, right down to accidentally pushing him down the kraken path at the end of season 1, being rooted in the feeling that ed is all he has in the world? ed responding that no, the crew love izzy. he's earned their love. he has a family outside of ed now, can't he see that? that makes so much more sense, considering izzy nearly died for them multiple times and spent the first few episodes trying to protect them and then being protected by them in kind he was their new unicorn!!! meanwhile ed said sorry to fang, izzy and lucius, and no one else has been shown to give any fucks about him since that whole thing, and like... rightly so? because he hadn't earned them back at all? and he fucked off on them too last episode lol dont forget he didnt JUST leave stede

we should have known better than to trust djenks when he broke jim and olu up for no reason ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk

nothing worth a damn happened this episode it was all running around and waving swords. idk how anyone got to where they were at the end. it was just poor writing.

the pacing has been off all season but they really shoved three episodes into one and hoped it'd work

i'm getting flashbacks to the timeless ~finale~ ugh

they spent so much time one ed's stupid fishing boat monologue instead of on ANYTHING ELSE

i ran out of thoughts

oh, here's another: the show walked a line between muppetry and things that were taken seriously lucius' finger, izzy's toes: serious ed getting bonked by a cannonball: emotionally serious, but not physically serious ed and stede both getting stabbed: not serious and what was treated as serious and what was treated as handwavy was dictated by what the storyline and the emotional needs were izzy getting shot to make it so they all had to run away yapping would have been hilarious, especially if he got back to the ship and went "nah eddie it's my left side, remember what i told you about the left? nothing important on the left" "your liver" <- roach, horrified but instead weird death scene because this was treated as physically serious, even though it...should not have been, really? and that is bothering me a lot too, because when lucius was thrown to his death, we looked at stede finding the crew on the island and went, "aha! lucius will be fine, because that's what the show logic is" and we were right, because the show had taught us that but that didn't extend to izzy for this and that's just weird

[pttwice]

I feel we need to have a littlendtzuyu comeback so here I am. I got a idea about all members being busy besides tzuyu (a lot like irl thanks JYPE) tzuyu and she regresses in the morning and 2yeong dont have anyone to babysit so they admit her to a daycare but she ends up having a breakdown after a few hours because she misses her mammas and its way to loud inside the daycare lucky tho nayeon had just finished her interview and was able to pick her up and get her a piece of bread on the way home and watch paw control or bluey till she falls asleep (idk if this go's against any of your request rules if so then you can delete) hope your day is good

hiya chimpo! :) nayeon to the rescue!

(warning for literally one curse word in the very first sentence)

daycare

|| littlend!tzuyu, cg!nayeon, cg!jeongyeon ||

"Damnit. I can't find anyone to take care of Tzu."

Tzuyu heard her mommy from where she was sitting in her bedroom. She walked out and up to her mommy, gently tugging on her shirt.

"Why mommy upset?" Tzuyu quietly asked, doe eyes looking at her mommy.

Nayeon flashed her baby a small smile and kissed her cheek. "I'm not upset, Tzu. I'm just a little stressed."

Jeongyeon popped her head out from the kitchen with two travel mugs in her hand. Tzuyu tilted her head in confusion. She was sure that her mamas only used those mugs whenever they were going somewhere, but they were supposed to be at home with her today.

Jeongyeon looked down at the mugs in her hands with a sheepish smile on her face. She set the mugs down on the kitchen table and sat Tzuyu down on the couch, kneeling in front of her. "Hey, love bug. Mommy and I have to go to work today. Mommy has a meeting and I've got an interview."

"Okay, mama. Mina unnie take care of Tzu."

Jeongyeon frowned a bit and shook her head, gently taking Tzuyu's hands in her own. "Mina's at a schedule today too, love bug. I'm sorry. All the unnies have schedules today. Mommy was trying to find someone to watch you, but everyone's a little busy with work."

At this news, Tzuyu felt her heart drop. She didn't want to be alone at her mama's house and she certainly didn't want to be alone at the dorm.

Jeongyeon could tell that Tzuyu was quickly putting the pieces together. She squeezed her baby's hands gently and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "It's okay, Tzu. I promise that you'll only be at daycare for a few hours and once mommy and I finish with our schedules, we can watch all the puppies on TV that you want, okay?"

Tzuyu really didn't like that she didn't have any other options other than daycare, but her mama promised that she'd only be at daycare for a few hours.

Jeongyeon did the Tzu check before they left and made sure to do it a little slower so she could spend a few more minutes with her baby. Once they finished and made their way to the daycare, Nayeon got more nervous by the second. The last thing she wanted to do was put their baby in daycare, but they didn't have any other options.

//

The second Nayeon and Jeongyeon dropped Tzuyu off at the daycare, she knew she was going to hate it. She had Poppy with her and her bag, but everything felt wrong. She didn't know any of the staff like at the puppy café and there were other littles that weren't anyone she knew as well.

Tzuyu hugged her mamas extra hard when they left her to try and silently convince them to not leave her at the daycare, but she knew that they had to leave.

For the first half hour she was at the daycare center, Tzuyu sat in the corner. She had her squishy ball in her hand and Poppy in her lap and she just watched all the littles play with each other. The staff would come over and check on her occasionally, but Tzuyu's mamas put on her list that as long as she had her headphones, her ball, and Poppy, she should be okay.

Tzuyu was definitely okay, but she didn't feel much better than that. She had her eyes on the clock for the whole first hour she was there, trying to will it to go faster. At this point, the little was just glad that the staff weren't being mean to her and none of the littles had tried to play with her because they were all loud.

After an hour of staring at the clock, two of the littles that were playing with the blocks in a different corner moved on to play with something else. Tzuyu didn't really want to play with anything that a bunch of people had touched, but they were just like the blocks that she had at home.

She walked over and sat down in front of the blocks, slowly enjoying herself a little more. She lined the blocks up in a row, then stacked them, and then made them into a square over and over again just like she did at home.

Tzuyu was just starting to get used to the littles running around and being loud until a few of them decided to scream. She tried not to panic and pulled her headphones out, hoping to block out at least a little bit of the screaming. It helped, but now she was back to square one and she still had at least an hour until one of her mamas would be there to get her.

//

Tzuyu's headphones had helped a little bit, but now every little that passed her and every loud noise that managed to pass through her headphones made her jump. She put her squishy ball back in her bag so she could play with the blocks, but she made sure to keep Poppy on her lap, rubbing his ear and his fur to try to calm herself a little.

She was doing just fine slowly keeping herself calm until she saw a little out of the corner of her eye. Tzuyu just thought that he wanted to play with the blocks, but when he tried to grab Poppy from her lap, she screamed, getting the staff's attention.

Not only did he try to take Poppy from her, but he also brushed up against her arm too. Tzuyu started to sob as she curled up into a ball, hitting her head against the ground as she held onto Poppy.

The main woman who was in charge of Tzuyu's packet flipped to the page about meltdowns and grimaced. It said that unless it was an emergency or Tzuyu was hurting herself or someone else, they weren't supposed to touch her or move her.

The staff member whispered a small apology before she picked Tzuyu up, causing the little to cry even harder. The staff member tried to be as quick as she could, not wanting to be hit from Tzuyu swinging her arms around but also not wanting to cause the little even more distress than she was currently in.

Tzuyu was carried into a small room with a beanbag and a few puzzle piece shaped mats. The staff member laid her down on the beanbag and slid a pillow under the little's head, so she didn't keep hurting herself. The staff member left Tzuyu for a few seconds to grab her bag and closed the door when she walked back in, sitting by Tzuyu.

//

"Thank you all for coming out to this meeting so last second. I don't want to keep you any longer, so please enjoy your day."

Nayeon practically sprinted out of the meeting room and the building to get to her car. She was thankful that the meeting ended almost an hour earlier than it was supposed to, but it wasn't early enough. She just wanted to see her baby. She drove as quickly as she could and picked some milk bread up on the way to the daycare center as a little apology gift for the little.

As soon as Nayeon didn't see Tzuyu when she did a quick scan in the daycare center, she knew that something was wrong. As soon as she heard a muffled sob from behind the door of a room in the corner, she knew that it was Tzuyu.

Nayeon quickly thanked the staff before she carefully made her way through all the littles into the small room where Tzuyu was. Her heart shattered once she opened the door and saw Tzuyu curled up on the beanbag, bawling her eyes out. She thanked the staff before she ushered the woman out and crouched down beside her baby.

"Tzu, mommy's here."

Tzuyu barely registered that someone was talking to her, but the voice sounded soft and gentle in comparison to what she had just dealt with the past few hours.

It took a little while longer than the meltdowns that Tzuyu had at home for Nayeon to calm her down, but Nayeon was eventually able to pick the little up and load her up in the back of the car. She buckled Tzuyu in and handed the little her squishy ball and Poppy before they headed back home.

Nayeon was supposed to call her manager today, but that would have to wait until tomorrow since Tzuyu was much more important. She dressed the little in her favorite soft jammies and wrapped her in her weighted blanket on the couch.

Tzuyu was slowly starting to feel better as she was wrapped in her blanket. She rested her head on her mommy's shoulder and took tiny bites of the milk bread she had gotten for her.

Absolutely exhausted from the day, Tzuyu only managed to get halfway through 101 Dalmatians before she fell asleep in her mommy's lap. She was so tired that she didn't even notice when her mama walked in a few minutes later either, loudly setting her backpack down by the couch.

"We're not going to do daycare again." Nayeon whispered once Jeongyeon sat down beside them.

"Was it that bad that she fell asleep during 101 Dalmatians?" Jeongyeon asked, a frown on her face as she brushed a stray hair out of her baby's face. There were only two times that Tzuyu’s mamas could remember that she fell asleep during 101 Dalmatians. The first was when she hadn’t slept in days, and they needed something to try and put the little to sleep and the second was when they were on a plane ride to the United States.

Nayeon just let out a long sigh and nodded. She was determined now that even if it took her calling every single person on her phone that she trusted, she would find someone to take care of Tzuyu the next time something popped up at the last second.

The day was exhausting for the little, but she slept for a while, safe in her weighted blanket with the comforting smell of her mama's vanilla perfume slowly calming her down.

[formulawonu]

seventeen & breakfast

prompt: how seventeen would make you cereal & milk

a/n: currently stuck in my svt brainrot and i felt like i needed to release my thoughts somewhere. oh to have anyone from svt make me breakfast... even if it is just cereal and milk in a bowl (?!?!?) also please send me svt requests/reactions i need someone to feed my imagination

seungcheol: would make you a bowl of cereal. Common sense

jeonghan: would take out a bowl, the box of cereal, and milk from the fridge then leave it on the table for u. U make it urself duh

joshua: would make u the bowl of cereal with like idk french toast on the side OR SMTH??? maybe he'd serve u the cereal with orange juice. he cares about presentation

junhui: makes u the bowl of cereal but ends up putting too much cereal bec he thinks he put too much milk. it's a cycle

hoshi: takes out the necessary shit for cereal but insists on something else or something more for bfast. he's a growing boy. even if you asked him you end up cooking something extra lmao

wonwoo: would make u the damn cereal its one of the few things he can cook???? Make?? Idek but he makes it for u hes perfect he understands what u want. Move on

woozi: u dont ask him. Make ur own cereal. Hes asleep he got home late being the breadwinner

minghao: hes like jeonghan but he probably recommends almond/soy milk or something 😭

mingyu: rolls his eyes when u ask him. “Cereal is so boring ill just cook u something” UGH. is there really only one mingyu in this world

seokmin: makes u AND himself a bowl of cereal and u guys watch cartoons??? The news??? Beside each other on the couch. wholesome 10/10

seungkwan: “AGAIN???!!!?!” but gives u a nutribar or whatever. if not he serves the cereal with vitamins on the side

vernon: takes out the cereal box and pours out a glass of milk. He took milk and cereal literally 

chan: makes u the damn cereal. 100% its froot loops

[crystallizsch]

HI!! jumping in here because I’m pretty awkward starting convos and those ask prompts were perfect for breaking the ice

I get the feeling you’ll get a lot of jamil asks so I’m gonna throw a curve ball and ask about deuce with 9 and 18 (since it seems like you also like heartslabyul hehe)

AA HI HII!! It’s so cool to finally talk with you! And aaah i get it, i feel similarly hfkdjsks but it makes me happy that you decided to send an ask thank you! 😭💖

ANYWAYS DEUCE YES and you’re right i love heartslabyul, especially the duo, so thanks for this!

jamil my beloved he needs to take a back seat again for a bit afklsjs

━━━━━━✦ 9. Could you be roommates with [Deuce]?

I’ve roomed with siblings my whole life (at least up until college) so i think i totally could be roommates with Deuce! idk he gives little brother vibes despite being an only child

Something that reminded me, I checked to see and in the 2nd halloween event, apparently he grinds his teeth in his sleep (which is probably a whole thing to address??? but i dont know much to give an opinion ;;;)

anyways i’m pretty used to noises at night and the general shenanigans that comes with rooming with younger siblings (there’s no privacy but admittedly it’s less lonely) (but i do prefer privacy). and I imagine deuce anyway to be the respectful type and just tries his best to be considerate

but yeah in any case i could be roommates with him if I didnt have the choice to room alone akjdksjsks

Also slight tangent i looked up his room and damn it’s so neat???

he has a ton of books this boy 😭😭

also he has a little picture frame awhh

i imagine it may be a picture of him and his mom??? which honestly would be pretty ballsy because you’d think a boy that age would not even consider proudly putting that up because of ridicule (then again he’s also not afraid to fight). but that’s also what i love about deuce, he loves his mom and he cares enough to show it despite what anyone thinks 😭 (or maybe it could be just displaying one of his achievements or something idk idk hgkjdsfjlds)

Man i know the heartslabyul dorm rooms are pretty but it feels so unrealistic for that it is THIS clean and organized (there’s probably some kinda rule in there somewhere keeping it clean i imagine hfhjdjdj)

━━━━━━✦ 18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

ACE THE SINGLE BRAIN CELL DYNAMIC IDIOTS THAT VALUE EACH OTHER AS FRIENDS bromance real

AND JUST THE WHOLE MAIN FOUR IN GENERAL

I think adeuce have that type of friendship where they butt heads and make fun of each other a lot, because that’s like how they show that they are comfortable with one another and that, out of all people, they choose each other as the main person to hang out with.

I think if it weren’t for what happened in the prologue they wouldn’t be as close as friends. It felt like an excuse for them to bond and get to know each other properly despite their differences (and they're roommates so if none of that happened i think they'd only be acquaintances at most)

I also love that during events whenever the other is not involved, it’s always so funny one of them is usually like “wow it’s such a shame ace/deuce is not here”

actually I dont think there’s an event where BOTH ace and deuce is in an event together??? man🧍(unless i'm forgetting something)

but also when is twst gonna finally have the main quartet all be involved in an event together 🤨

AAH i’m just a sucker for the friend duo/trio (+ occasional creature/animal) trope.

I’m lovingly chewing on their dynamic every time

still open for asks!

[ormymarius]

OKAY listen, I've had like. Some time to think on this, and as glad that I am that neither Arthur or Atlanna were aware of where Orm was or how he was being treated beyond dehydration (cos I was...really concerned the movie was gonna show us otherwise because I did not trust the DCEU to be accurate to its own characters) there's still the problem of...the fact that four years of radio silence didn't raise alarm bells sooner with like. Anyone. And you know, regardless of how they felt about the guy personally or how complicated things were, you'd think one of them would've thought it strange - like for all you know he could be dead, why wasn't there anything in place to check up on him???

Right. I thought it was strange that Atlanna or Arthur didn’t really seem to care too much (despite Atlanna saying she thinks about Orm every day which I guess… fair for a mother) but they didn’t really care to look or check for him until they needed him. They just allowed the fishermen kingdom to throw him somewhere and lock him up forever without knowing where he was (until the aquafam needed him of course but otherwise he would’ve rotted there) idk seems fishy (pun intended).

Even before the movie released and we had little details, I thought it was strange Atlanna would allow her son to have that kind of punishment because of the way she was sacrificed to the trench. But I guess Atlantean punishments are really harsh and she’s still Atlantean and was raised in that society.

Best theory I have is maybe the fishermen people didn’t allow them to know where he was or check up on him without it being a war crime to do so… must have been painful at first but as the years passed, maybe the family didn’t give it much thought anymore because they believed he wouldn’t ever be free from where the fishermen put him.

Also, Orm did say he sent criminals to rot in that prison when he was king so in a way it was ironic he ended up there and it was sort of justice in a funny way.

I have complicated feelings about the whole desert prison thing with Orm. Anyway. I don’t know if this answered much lol. I don’t remember some details about the movie so if I got something wrong whoops. I haven’t watched the sequel 500 times like the first movie.

[lhrry]

please do share your thoughts, i find them very intriguing 🌻

Uhhh. There’s so much idk where to start. I’m just baffled by everything that’s happened today. You know I was thinking well the European show will have like 15 shows tops before they even announced it, I thought Hey, it’s not as bad as the number of the residency shows, it’s going to be fine. Well. It’s not very fine. There are several levels on which it’s concerning - first of all, I’m concerned about him - I know he loves performing more than anything but doing this many shows and this many stadiums on his own is absolutely unimaginable and I do find it telling that Anne even said she’s exhausted just looking at the list, that feels pointed. It feels like they’re milking him and the fans as much as they can and as if it was while they can and they’re doing nothing to build long-term sustainability of his fandom - people staying for a long time? That’s only due to Harry himself and his personality and talent and how people see him during shows and stuff, not the depersonalization of Harry StylesTM. While as a fan you should be happy he’s going on tour and you’re going to see him the mood that was so prevalent in more than one corners of the fandom is frustration and being concerned. Frustration because the strategy of adding the dates during the pre-sale of the original shows was so ill-advised. The fact that they originally skipped quite a few countries from which people will travel to others is one thing and natural, he just can’t be everywhere, another thing is people planning travel, trying to get at least some tickets bc it seems like the show will be sold out already (although they put quite a small portion of tickets on sale today anyway from what I know) and spending their money on worse tickets only for other shows to be announced and immediately put on sale as well????? When people didn’t have any time to prepare and were panic buying and felt scammed and cheated?? And for those dates to go to places that already got dates? For Germany to get 8 dates but in places that are quite close to each other and far from places where people from Czech Republic, Slovakia, Hungary and other countries may travel more easily since their countries are skipped??? And to introduce dynamic pricing through the live nation presale in the UK? Instead of just adding a show somewhere he’s never been, like Greece? You can’t tell me the same places are because of his well-being and health, there seems to be no regard for that. It’s treating the fans shitty as hell to do it like this, not even wait for a few weeks and after the general on sale and be like due to popular demand we are adding a few shows! They were just throwing it at people today and grabbing money, acting like this is Harry’s last tour or something and milking him and the fans left and right. The fact that I feel shitty about getting tickets now is not right, I love that man more than anything. And I bet you they’re going to add more dates tomorrow as well. Something about the whole thing feels really odd and if anyone cares about him and his career being sustainable for him as well as in regard to him keeping a fanbase they need to do better.

[cinna-bunnie]

🌻

lol it being completely open ended to talk about whatever i want, i went on a tangent (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠) I'm putting it below the read more

i think.. it'll be funny, how when i move and finally say goodbye to this city, people on here who don't know we're in the same city will probably think “what that's where u lived?? why didn't you say anything sooner!!”

buddy i have been here for 8 years and completely lost faith in everyone here, this is a uniquely terrible area with somewhat friendly but extremely impersonal people and i don't care for it or anyone in it anymore!!!!!!!!!!!

i don't want someone to change my mind, I don't want to suddenly find what I'm looking for; I learned a lot professionally and about myself and life in general while living here but its time is up, the people here suck compared to literally every other place I've been to lmfao. I'm sure there's a few gems out there but they aren't worth what it takes to live around here.

when i was trying to figure out where i wanted to move next, I was going to give this place another year since that would arguably the best opportunity I'll have to enjoy it if i move somewhere cheaper (I've had a long complicated journey here).

but then i really thought about it, and being here — trying to chase happiness feels like swimming upstream towards something that's forever just out of reach. and then i thought about the city i decided I'll move to next, and there are so many people there who are always really happy to see me and always inviting me to stuff. and it's not just me, but they're all rly chill with each other and hang together too.

and it felt silly to think of suffering through another year here. why should i fight so hard to find what's already waiting for me somewhere else? life does not need to be this hard and i don't have to suffer another year here actually ✋🏾😭

very cool that i have some mutuals in the area who don't know this yet, but I'm not trying to spend an hour+ in traffic and have to pay to park just to hang out with them lol. wish i knew y'all like a year and a half ago but it's too late for me to really get attached to anything here.

there's literally (1) thing i care about in this city and it's the best friend i have. and being completely real, i love her very dearly but if i felt supported enough as i need from even one person here i wouldn't feel the need to leave. we talk thru text Sometimes very briefly, mostly to just send stuff to each other and ask about hanging out, and we hang like once a month or 1½ months.

like.... this is as good as it gets? 😐 there might be something better but it's going to take a significant amount of time, effort and frustration to find. and i just... do not think it's worth the effort, actually. sometimes taking the easier path is the correct choice.

I've made so so so many friends here that have all fizzled out. everyone I've become friends with will speak to you once a week or two or three maybe. MAYBE!! And it doesn't matter if you sent 1, 2 or 10 messages, it's not just a matter of where you are sending those messages, it doesn't matter what you are talking about or what you may need, you are just not hearing back from them. i could die here right now and no one would even begin to think something might be wrong with me for god knows how long, if ever.

so like. idk. i am extremely over this city and could not be convinced to stay. I'm the kind of person who needs to be talking to 2 or 3 friends every day, i need to be in one or two small but active group chats with people who are dear to me, I need to hang out at least twice a week at one of our places, i wanna go out to something together every two weeks at least.

it just seems like if i move somewhere where people take it a little slower and are more personal, I'll be able to get back into that kind of life i miss. it's so fucking easy to feel like the problem is me somehow until i drive like 25 miles away from here and suddenly the difference is like night and day (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) like oh i don't suck actually, and I've become much more sure of that over the past year-ish i guess, but the problem still remains and i just have to suck it up until i leave.

also yeah I'll name drop it while I'm at it lol DO NOT MOVE TO SEATTLE 🙅🏾‍♀️ no one here drives, most people hang out in the pay to park/HEAVY traffic areas and everyone here is friendly but VERY very impersonal. if what you want is someone to hang out with every once in a while and to live a hermit lifestyle then it's probably perfect for u but if you want to meaningfully connect with your friends you are swimming upstream here do not do it. this city SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this is the most trash ass city I've ever been to and I've been up and down the west coast and to other inland states!!!!!!!!! this is not normal!!!!! you people are not normal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! people from here get pissy when you bring up the Seattle freeze but it's real actually you guys do suck supremely and anyone from any place with even a shred of warmth between people in its community can tell you that, and i can say that bc i remember how often I'd be willing to say hi back to people when i took public transit and they'd immediately clock that I'm not from here because No One wants to talk to them otherwise.

i don't know wtf the deal is here but i don't need to navigate it or fight it 🚶🏾‍♀️ I'm just moving to the kinda place you can both live and work in, which is what all the other places I've lived at have been like. I'm sorry y'all live like this and think it's normal, but i don't think locking yourself away for weeks at a time not talking to anyone because of depressive episodes and always feeling lonely is like.. normal.. it's not. and you genuinely do have a lot to be fairly depressed about, and so do i tbh and i fight it so fucking hard but I'm just removing myself from this 😶‍🌫️ good bye and good luck.

[ilikepjo24]

Hi hello! Your recent Azula redemption post got me thinking (again) about who could give her the support that she needs. And I somehow always come back to thinking about Katara fulfilling that role at least partly. Katara, who didn't have the "fire nation=evil" mindset even back when Sokka did; who did the Painted Lady thing without telling anyone, just because she felt it was the right thing to do; who fucking gave Zuko a chance. Zuko. Of all people, back then. And who overpowered Azula in that final battle and actually saw her cry out in anguish. At that point, she did what she had to do, they were enemies and Azula needed to be subdued. But, later, I feel like she would want to... try and be kinder to Azula.

Katara is also just a kid, and it's hard to imagine her not getting tired of Azula's distrust (and Azula, being at her lowest, won't want to trust an enemy even if the enmity is questionable at this point), but I still think this could go somewhere, and at the very least I am bewildered that no one mentions Katara saying anything about Azula being locked in the asylum?? I haven't read the comics and I'm not going to, so idk if that's 100% on the writers or there's something that the fans ignore there, but it's so out-of-character to me.

I'd love to hear your thoughts on this, but honestly I just needed to get it out of my system, I'm totally okay if you just delete this ask or something.

Hi!

First, I'd like to start by saying I got nervous when I saw the ask because I thought it was a hateful one and I'm really, really glad I read it and realized it wasn't because I 100% agree with you and I think a couple of my mutuals do as well.

Personally, I believe that Katara would rightfully be distrustful and upset for some time, because it's hard to trust someone who has hurt you and your friends, even if you feel sympathy for them. But at the end of the day, you and I both know that she'll never turn her back on people that need her.

And Azula most certainly needed her at that time. Well, not specifically her, but she needed someone...

Preferably, I prefer it when that someone is Zuko but no one could ever convince me that Katara wouldn't care at all, or even worse, that Katara would be happy about it. Because that's just so ooc for her. She might not be Azula's biggest fan but we never see her be indifferent or glad to see someone in pain.

But neither Katara nor Azula would trust each other. At least not in the beginning. However, I don't think that would discourage Katara at all and at some point (50 years down the road or somth XD) Azula will have to accept that no enemy puts this much time and effort for you if they still view you as an enemy.

I'm delighted you haven't read the comics, they are terrible. Those comics don't feature the Katara you and I know, but a Katara that not only doesn't feel even a bit of sympathy (which is just basic human freaking decency at this point) but makes an effort to add to that pain Azula is feeling. Which is just not Katara at all, as we both know.

I actively encourage you to keep not reading the comics and keep on being so polite and pleasant when you interact with people. It can be very refreshing for bloggers ☺️

Have a nice day and thanks for the ask!

[leggerefiore]

Thinking of a yandere Warden Ingo and Emmet who are so awful, even Volo is horrified. Imagine if, in some twisted turn of events, Volo ends up actually saving you from them, using Giratina's powers to help keep you hidden away. Obviously Volo has his own issues but between him and the twins, he's a much lesser evil. Idk, I have a soft spot for stories where the villain ends up being a hero due to the existence of a greater threat. Kind of like Volo and the twins got role-swapped I guess.

The Twin Wardens are terrifying duo. They understand each other without having to say a word and everything between them is completely natural. If they chose to share a partner, especially the supposed Hero of Hisui, they would be extremely thorough. Long winded discussions about the best way to keep an eye on you while attending to their duties as Wardens. They also cannot arouse suspicion about what happened to you. Currently, people believe you were attack and likely killed by wild pokemon. Just what they wanted and had staged the scene. Of course, not everyone believed this story. Some claimed the scene was fabricated; made to sell some of lie that you were dead.

Ingo and Emmet both ignored those people, too happy to finally have you in their arms. You are smothered in affection and praises. Both remain at your sides as much as they can, but they cannot shriek on their duties. It would make them appear suspicious. One goes, while they other stays. Sometimes even disguising themselves as the other to help further see the illusion. Emmet is clearly their preferred keeper in these cases. Ingo knows the Diamond Clan Warden will keep you in line. You slowly break down in their care. They both treat you better than anyone in this world had, but had gone about obtaining your affection in the worst way possible.

Someone, who had been observing you closely, had put together what happened to you. They felt sick at the strange game of house the Twin Wardens seemed enchanted with playing. Volo clutches his hands tightly. First, you ruin his plans. Then, you ruin his second idea by getting yourself trapped by two insane men. It was hard to lure the overprotective Warden away while the other worked, but the blond managed to do it with a wild alpha pokemon much too close to the mountain cabin. He was quick to snatch you away, clamping a hand over your mouth so you did not alert Emmet. He sneaked away with you to the hidden retreat.

If you returned to Jublife, the news would get back to them. Volo needed you for his plans and somewhere... He felt disgusted. Would he place himself above their actions? No, he perfectly comprehended them. He was desperate to get what he wanted, too, but at the same time... His heart ached when you clung to him with tears pouring from your eyes and thanking him for saving you. Lady Cogita even seemed to view him differently after learning what he had done. He felt strange. What had you done to him? His plans to meet and usurp Arceus found themselves on hold as he worked to rehabilitate you while keeping you safe from the twins.

He felt the eyes staring at him as he wandered through the highlands to read the ancient texts inscribed in stone.

The Twin Wardens faced him with expressions that might have made a lesser man cower in fear.

Pokemon Wielder Volo would have to battle these two, it seemed.

[svampira]

🎯✂️🧠 per eden elias e brooklyn tripla combo

ask game

🎯 -What do they do best?

Elias, in spite of his horrible rancid personality, can be extremely charming when he needs to be, and his presence powers are op enough to be basically mind control at that point. <this does get him in trouble just as much as it gets him out of it. Physically he's very strong, but he only has 3 dots of melee and no combat disciplines, so he's kind of a flop for a vampire. When it comes to human abilities that carried off into his unlife, he's a great musician but that barely comes up and it's not why he was embraced.

Brooke can see the future👍🙏 she has way more control over her visions than the average malkavian, and her auspex in general is op as well because i love to cheat. Physically she's an extremely skilled acrobat, she was a gymnast her whole life and had just started teaching gymnastics before she died. She kills you then cartwheels out of the room🤸‍♀️

Eden's a sneaky guy👍 he can sneak in and out of somewhere without anyone noticing, eavesdrop on anyone and sneak out of most dangerous situations without having to resort to a fight (which he probably wouldn't win). He can hack anything 90s movies style but i literally don't know anything about that so im going to shut up

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Elias' worst memory is his "first" day on this green beautiful earth👍i have a lot of thoughts on memory loss in general i don't think he just blacked out and instantly knew he had no memories it was more of a gradual panicking. Not recognising who the man in front of him was even though it felt like he should have, to slowly realising he doesnt remember his own name and all of his memories are gone > and not even getting 5 minutes to deal with it before the stranger forces him to drink his blood then subsequently drains him. Just a shitty first night😔 hes not the kind of guy that dwells on things though by the time he woke up his sire had been executed so he just pretends he's fine with the whole thing

[This got way too long so im putting the second part under the cut. Read my oc's villain origin story👇👇]

For Brooke i think it was a specific moment when she was around 16 and realised she had no shot of making it as a professional athlete, both because she was being overlooked by her coaches and because she kind of shot up to 1.75m all of a sudden (now idk a lot about gymnastics. But ive never seen anyone in the olympics that was taller than 1.50m). That's genuinely her villain origin story just a chaotic ball of repressed anger, bitterness and dissatisfaction that she carried over into her adult life and turned her into the gotham villain she's now. Her real name isn't even (obv) brooklyn it's literally her villain name LMFAO i just realised

For Eden i think it was the moment he realised Brooklyn WAS real. She spent the better part of the first year they were turned trying to convince him they had a fight club situation going on. I think he found the idea of brooke being a fragment of his imagination more comforting than anything else, especially since it's not very uncommon for the type of vampire him and brooke are to have delusions/strange manifestations of their powers. He found out he was 90% less insane than he initially thought he was but it still made him trust himself way less + he was "forced" into hating brooklyn now for what she'd done even though she's his only link to his human life and still cared about her. Now im just feeling bad MAN im drawing him a better girlfriend

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

Elias is my fave i cant even lie at this point... i love that he's so pretty i love drawing him💖 writing wise I've talked about this before but i love evil characters that still kind of feel innocent in a way. Like he has no lived experiences before turning into a blood sucking monster and even though he can be cruel and horrible to both humans and people he actually cares about, it's almost like he's never really had a chance to be anything else. Your honour he's just like that. I also like that out of all my characters he's the silliest ^^ he doesn't take things too seriously he loves slacking off and doesn't know how to hold a grudge. Also boobs

When it comes to brooke I loooove evil characters all my ocs fucking SUCK and she's the absolute worst. She kicks puppies for fun she steals candy from babies she engages in emotional terrorism she loves scheming and plotting. Yet deep deep down even though she links Eden back to her bitterness and dissatisfaction with her old life she does genuinely love him, and does her best to look out for him even when she's tormenting him. Also i looove drawing her with new hair every time she's so fun + i have lots of horror illustration ideas when it comes to her and eden (brain courtesy of a STELLAR gift art i got during artfight)

For Eden I like that he's the only one who's trying to rise above his nature out of all my ocs (this obviouslydoesn't work out, but there was an attempt). He has the highest humanity out of all of them, he tries to avoid feeding directly from humans most of the time, and he's the only anarch (which means in the la of my oc canon he's basically opposed to every one of my ocs) . I loove that despite everything she puts him through he still loves brooklyn, but i also love love love that later on as the war between the camarilla and the anarchs worsens he starts legit trying to kill her (while she NEVER would. She did straight up torture him a couple times tho so there's no moral high ground). I love horribly dysfunctional relationships I'm weak for fucked up heterosexuals

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So idk if this is something strange to post but ive been trying my hand at writing fanfic about miko lately since I dont trust my art skill to do the little scenes that I come up with. But I also have zero skill in writing so this probably isn't any good either lol but im having a good time with it. And if anyone cares about my little miko musings I figured I'd share

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"If you have a moment or two to spare, pray consider playing a little tune or two on it to practice."

Miko trailed behind Artoirel and his manservant through the Firmament, but he immediately froze in his tracks as they came upon the twin grand pianos the man had been describing.

"Often it takes time to get accustomed to a new instrument," the manservant continued.

Miko, however, was barely listening as he slowly approached the pianos. The pair truly were a spectacle of craftsmanship. One was pure black, the light of the day peeking through the clouds brightly reflecting off it. The other was white. The soft ishgardian snowflakes dusting its surface just barely visible as they rested upon it. Miko made his way to the white one, his fingertips barely brushing along the edge of it as if his mere touch would mar its surface.

He moved around to the bench before the piano and immediately took a seat. The keys laid out before him just beckoning to be played.

"I must say our hero might not need much time to practice at all, Foncrineau," Artoirel grinned. "You look right at home, my friend. Have you played the piano before?"

Miko smirked lightly and placed his hands upon the keys. He didn't press down just yet, instead taking a moment to simply get the feel of it again. Being as musically inclined as he was, Miko had tried his skill on many instruments. If he put his mind to it he could play just about anything to a relatively pleasant extent. Enough to carry a tune at least. He found he was most fond of anything with strings but there was something special about the piano.

And as Miko felt the weight of his fingers on the keys it occured to him just how long it had been since he played. It really had been too long. And as he mused upon this thought a memory seemed to push itself forward. Not in the way the echo painfully did, no, but simply just a memory of his own from a simpler time.

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Miko was just a boy in this memory. No more that nine or ten summers old. He had only just begun staying at this farm and its hyuran family for a couple of days. It had been strange but not unpleasant. The trauma of his loss was still fresh during this time so it was still difficult for him to truly allow himself to settle in. He still hung onto the expectation that his father would find him soon like he promised and take him home.

On this particular day he found himself wandering around the family's home. The man was somewhere out in the fields tending to whatever farmers busied themselves with. The woman was in the back of the house putting their small child down for a nap. This left Miko unattended for a time so he claimed the opportunity to quietly explore.

He wandered into the living area and trained his focus on a particular piece of furniture that had grabbed his attention when he had first arrived. It was big and wooden, but although the top of it seemed flat enough to hold trinkets, it was clearly not a shelf. Or at least not one he had ever seen before. There was, however, a booklet of some kind resting against the front of it. Miko glanced back over his shoulder for a moment to confirm he was still alone and reached out to skim through the booklet. He wasn't sure what he expected since he was well aware he wouldn't be able to read its contents even if he wanted to. But he didn't expect the strange lines and scribbles that filled the pages. He was fascinated by whatever these strange symbols could mean but he quickly lost interest in their mystery for now and placed the book back in its place.

What next caught his eye, and honestly the main reason the piece of furniture had caught his attention in the first place, were the small intricately carved designs on the wood. There were leaves and vines and flowers, all clustered together in the corners and along the surface. And among them were carvings of little creatures he instantly recognized to be sylphs. He had seen sylphs before playing among the toadstools while gathering herbs with his mother. She always warned him not to get too close. The green ones were nicer than the purple ones but they were still known to be tricksy.

As Miko reached out and began trailing a nail through the grooves of the carving, he liked to think this sylph was one of the green ones.

"It's pretty, isn't it?"

Miko jumped, immediately dropping his hand from the carving and whirling around to stare wide eyed at the woman behind him. His ears pressed flat against his head. The woman stood there leaning against the entryway with a soft smile. She had told him her name once when he first arrived but he still felt little reason to commit it to memory. He'd be leaving soon, after all, once his father returned for him.

"Oh goodness sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," she laughed lightly. Her laugh was sweet just like his mother's and it briefly tugged at Miko's chest as he inwardly berated himself for being so easily snuck up on.

"It's called a piano," the woman continued and gestured to the furniture before him. "Here let me show you." She tottered her way over to him, a hand on her pregnant belly. Once she made it to him she moved to reach beneath the piano and pull out the bench hidden below that Miko hadnt noticed before. He quickly hopped in to pull it out for her and she thanked him with a warm smile. She sat with a sigh that only a young mother can give and patted the spot on the bench beside her expectantly. Miko hesitated a moment before relenting and sitting beside her.

The woman tapped a finger to the wooden surface before them. "Go on, lift it up." She sounded almost giddy as Miko turned his wide eyed gaze from her to the spot she was pointing at. He wasn't sure what she expected of him to be honest. It didn't look like something he could lift, but as he curled his fingers into what seemed to be a seam in the wood and lifted, the panel easily gave way to reveal a long row of black and white keys beneath. Miko was instantly captivated. It was like he had revealed something mysterious and magical and hidden.

"My grandfather used to be a very skilled carpenter," the woman began. "He used to make all sorts of things but musical instruments were his specialty." Miko listened as he gazed at the keys before him. This was an instrument? They had many kinds of instruments in his village that he had played and loved but nothing like this. Suddenly the woman leaned in close to him, their shoulders bumping and whispered, "You know they say he even made some violins for an ishgardian orchestra that played before the archbishop himself."

Miko stared at her in awe. He didn't know what ishgard or an archbishop was at the time but it mustve been something truly important if she was being so secretive about it. She smiled and lightly giggled as she leaned away, Miko's attentive gaze never leaving her, hoping to learn more. But she instead gestured to the keys, "Go ahead. Push one."

Miko glanced at the keys with wonder. He carefully placed a finger on one and made to press down but it was sturdier than he anticipated and didn't give at first. So he tried again with more force.

DONG!

Miko jumped, ears once again flattening as he turned in the direction of the bedrooms where the toddler was sleeping. Immediate fear filled him. He hadn't expected it to play so loud.

The woman beside him laughed lightly again. "Dont worry about waking the little one. Once he goes out not even a calamity could wake him. Thank the Twelve for small mercies." Miko nervously looked back to her, calming a little. What happened next would remain in Miko's memory forever. The woman placed her hands on the keys and began to play. It was a pleasant tune. Something light and relaxing but Miko watched as her fingers seemed to dance along the piano. He found himself already placing each note and position of her fingers into his memory, the melody already latching onto him for later. He had always loved the sounds of the instruments back in his village, the strings and the flutes and the drums. Each would fill him with their deep and winded tones. But the sound of this was so different from any he had heard. It was almost like a chime but it rang so deep he could feel it run right through him and into his core. Oh he was already in love with this. He wanted to keep hearing more. To test out its limits for himself.

As the woman beside him played she began to speak to him as if the very act of playing the instrument was second nature. "This piece has always been one of my favorites. You strike me as someone who can appreciate it, too." Miko quietly nodded without taking his eyes off her hands.

She then suddenly stopped just as quickly as she began and gently placed a hand on her belly. "I hope to teach the little ones someday, but I dont think their hands will be quite dexterous enough for quite a while." She looked up towards him then, a gleam in her eyes. "How would you like to be my first student?" She said as she briefly booped a finger on the tip of his nose.

Miko's face scrunched up at the sudden contact but he turned his gaze down to the piano before him. He carefully and slowly placed his hands on the keys just as she had. For a moment he pressed his lips together in thought, then began to quietly hum the melody he had just heard her playing. It was soft, a bit raspy and broken in his throat from lack of use. But he ever so gently began to play the first few notes. It was slow going but the ease at which he so quickly picked it up was impressive. He felt a small smile tug at the corner of his lips and immediately stopped. Letting his hands rest upon the keys he thought, maybe it was okay if his dad took a little longer to find him if it meant he could learn how to play this just a little. He let the smile fully claim his face, as small and soft as it was, and turned to look at the woman next to him. "...sure."

———

As Miko pulled himself away from the memory he found himself smiling that same soft smile to himself. Remembering Artoirel had asked him a question he quickly straightened himself up and ran his fingers down along each of the keys with trained skill. "I have but I confess it's been quite a while," I replied with a grin.

"Well, it seems the Firmament will be in for quite a show," said Artoirel.

Miko chuckled and quickly scanned over the sheet of music already placed on the piano before him. Artoirel claimed he had written this piece so Miko was already determined to do his friend's creation justice. He softly started humming the new melody to himself, as he was wont to do with new pieces, before turning his attention back to Artoirel.

"You keep up writing music like this and you'll soon be writing symphonies for the Eorzean orchestra."

Artoirel chuckled, "Please, you praise me overmuch."

Miko laughed softly and turned his attention back to the piano before him. His heart suddenly warmed at the thought of performing before the people of the Firmament despite the cold of the snow. He'd have to write home about this and let mom know he got to perform a musical number to the esteemed ishgardians.