#rip me ill add that later

[hapfish]

how strange it is to be loved.

how strange it is to be anything at all.

[todayisafridaynight]

call him cake cause he's got layers baby

[pineappical]

so that finale huh.

[hehosts]

continuing off that post about goro and scent, and i just cannot find the ones i made for ren and ji-hun, here is what i have for the cast members thus far ——

Host Ren — Base of Azalea, Champagne + Sandalwood / Top Notes of Rose + Jasmine / Bottom Notes of French Vanilla, Woodbine, Sand + Amber / High Wash of Sweet Tobacco Dad Yori — TBA Miss Hina — TBA Host Sho** — Base of Champagne + Peach / Top Notes of light Raspberry / Bottom Notes of Teakwood + Amber Ji-hun — Base of Sweet Tobacco, Woodbine + Dirt / Top Notes of Peppermint / Bottom Notes of Bay Rum + Leather / Extra Low Note of Teakwood Goro — Base of Bay Rum, Teakwood + Old Books / Top Notes of Champagne + Sweet Tobacco / Bottom Notes of Sandalwood, Amber + Cedar / Extra Low Note of Redwood Forest Deng — TBA but i imagine he smells like some redwood forest, dirt, maybe woodbine, campfire, etc -> pungent, hits you in the face

** sho is the #2 host at shining!, and his character belongs to otter

** both deng and ji-hun's blends have hints of goro. ji-hun shares sweet tobacco, bay rum, and teakwood with goro.

ren also shares some notes with goro (champagne, sweet tobacco, sandalwood, amber) and with ji-hun (woodbine). ren's blend has sand, whereas ji-hun's has dirt.

with the shared sandalwood and amber for goro and ren, that is more to smooth a blend out, so i don't count those as "shared scents" the way i do the champagne and sweet tobacco.

you'll notice that goro and most, if not all the hosts, will have a champagne note in them somewhere in their blends. this is to represent the hosts. the other host blends are coming!

while i mentioned before (in another post) that goro will change scents depending on situations / who he is with, and that he has no discernible scent on his own, you can consider the scent above his "signature scent."

[atomicisms]

                                             KAI ONODERA

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B A S I C S

FULL NAME: kai asahi onodera. NICKNAME(S): none BIRTHDAY: december 27th. AGE: thirty-four GENDER: cis man . PLACE OF BIRTH: seattle, wa SEXUAL ORIENTATION : heterosexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteroromantic. SPECIES: Human (hunter). LANGUAGE(S): english, japanese. POSITIVE TRAITS : observant, resilient, disciplined NEGATIVE TRAITS: stoic, caustic, judgmental

P H Y S I O L O G Y

HEIGHT IN FEET: Five feet eleven inches. ETHNICITY: White & Japanese. EYE COLOR: Brown. HAIR COLOR: Black. GLASSES OR CONTACTS: Reading glasses. RIGHT OF LEFT HANDED: Right-handed. STYLE IN FASHION: Suits and leather. HANDWRITING: Clean and meticulous. SEXUAL HISTORY: Experienced. GENERAL HEALTH: Healthy. MEDICAL HISTORY: Wiped clean.. ALLERGIES: None. CHRONIC ILLNESSES: None. MENTAL ILLNESS: None. HANDICAPS: None.

F A M I L Y / R E L I G I O N

FATHER: Akio Onodera. MOTHER: Adelaide Thomas.  SIBLINGS(S): None. BIRTH ORDER: First and only. MARITAL STATUS: Widower. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: No one. CHILDREN: Jasmine Onodera (deceased). OTHER RELATIVES: All deceased. FRIENDS: r.i.p ENEMIES: Several.. PET(S): A koi fish pond. LANGUAGE(S): English, Japanese. CURRENT RESIDENCE: Ashwick PLACES LIVED IN BETWEEN: Seattle, WA. DICTATION, ACCENT, ETC: None. RELIGION: Agnostic.. BELIEFS: None. SUPERSTITIONS: 4 and 9 are unlucky numbers.

W O R K / H O M E

EDUCATION: Bachelor’s in Science. OCCUPATION: Self-employed, private eye PLACE OF WORK: None. COWORKERS: None. STATUS & MONEY: Lower middle class. WORKSPACE: Clean and organized. EMPLOYMENT HISTORY: Worked as a science teacher before self-employment LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: Alone in a three bedroom house ROOMMATES: None. NEIGHBORS: They're around. MAIN MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: An old chevy pickup truck

P E R S O N A L  S E L E C T I O N

FOOD: Eats a bit of everything. LITERATURE: Textbooks and historical fiction. MUSIC: Classical music.  CINEMA/TELEVISION: Black and white movies and TV.  HOBBIES & RECREATION: Gardening.  HOW THEY RELAX: Drinking whiskey and watching reruns.  TALENTS: Martial arts, boxing, blade combat

P S Y C H O L O G Y

FEARS: Never finding the creature responsible for murdering his family.  SECRETS: None. IQ: Above average. SLEEPING HABITS: Sleeps during the day, awake at night.  EATING HABITS: Whatever there is. GROUPS OR ALONE: Alone. LEADER/FOLLOWER: Leader. PLANNED/SPONTANEOUS: Planned. JOURNAL ENTRIES: Descriptive data on supernatural creatures and their weaknesses. OBSESSIONS: Retribution.. ADDICTIONS: Coffee.  AS SEEN BY OTHERS: An asshole. AS SEEN BY SELF: Also an asshole.

P E R S O N A L I T Y   T Y P E : I S T J

Introversion | Sensing | Thinking | Judging

Logisticians pride themselves on their integrity. People with this personality type mean what they say, and when they commit to doing something, they make sure to follow through. This personality type makes up a good portion of the overall population, and while Logisticians may not be particularly flashy or attention-seeking, they do more than their share to keep society on a sturdy, stable foundation. In their families and their communities, Logisticians often earn respect for their reliability, their practicality, and their ability to stay grounded and logical, even in the most stressful situations.

A S T R O L O G Y

♑︎ SUN : CAPRICORN

Capricorn sign is ruled by the planet Saturn, which gives people born under this sign peace, patience, perseverance and ambition. These people are able to put maximum effort into work they have chosen to do or which they were told to do. They are friendly and cheerful people, but in their essence they are serious and responsible, and everything they do is based on these attitudes. They are very strong-willed and therefore usually achieve what they want and do not leave anything to chance. In business dealings they will adhere to well-defined contracts, and they will adhere to good practices during research work for preparatory studies or in the field of art. It is interesting that these people usually choose the most challenging tasks, and obstacles actually make them stronger instead of causing them hardship. It never bothers them to start the same task again and again until they attain the best possible result. Not many people are as suitable for research activity as Capricorns.

♍︎ MOON : VIRGO

Your feeling of safety is related to order and clarity, even in emotions. You may have the need to organize everything chaotic and disorganized. Try being more tolerant and accept imperfections of life. You may be terrified to show your dark side, but this can unnecessarily include something that your mother considered unacceptable or something that was denied to you in your childhood. Suppressing healthy, but problematic passions can turn into a hidden inner desire. Great emotional intensity and suppression of natural emotions can lead you into solitude, it is better to trust life and let it run its own way, not everything must be according to your expectations.

♍︎ ASCENDANT : VIRGO

People with Virgo Ascendant develop the best through spiritual analysis, discernment and self-criticism. Application of knowledge must be appropriate and consider the benefits that it brings - it must be beneficial to the public. The focus is interest in body and health. It is necessary to carefully select negative experiences in the person´s mind and get rid of them. Beware of obsession with neatness, precision and perfection because the person loses his natural spontaneity.

Sun and Moon Summary

You struggle to get as much status and power as possible to compensate for those fears. Your greatest pleasure comes from the admiration and prestige your work provides, so like all Capricorns, you are very career minded. You are very responsible and you are not really happy until you have plenty of power. You have the resolve to conquer any barrier and incredible determination and inner strength. Logical, thrifty, and cautious Virgo in your combination links up with determined, resolute, and career minded Capricorn. Your strength is cold, hard logic and you are a person with no illusions. You see things precisely as they are because you are a total pragmatist. Fantasies are a waste of time in your book. Instead of dreaming, you plan and are practical and efficient. Deep inside you most likely feel vague fears or indecision even though you appear rough, detached, and even a little cold. You also have fantastic powers of attentiveness and quite a mind. You are astute and calculating and know how to convince people of things, but for a lot of Capricorn-Virgos, winning becomes an end in itself. Participate in all the wonders of life, including the romantic and the religious. Do not allow your job and status to be an obsession. All Moons in Virgo people are picky, but your criticisms are frequently directed at yourself. Simply trying to accept yourself is the challenge for you. Your combination is perfectly fitted for managerial and leadership roles. Your rational and shrewd mind is ideal for academic activities. After you put your mind to something, you will be content until you have mastered it completely. A stable and equal relationship is important to your psychological well-being, but you are not exceptionally romantic. You are actually quite a sensitive person no matter how removed and cool you try to be. Do not try to deny or hide that sensitivity by taking on a role that is at odds with your true nature. Neurosis or self-destructive behavior can result from the fear of actual or imagined failings in life. You despise the idea of having any weaknesses. Capricorn-Virgos are never content. Regardless of how successful you are in life, something in you always tells you that you have not gone far enough. Try to have a little more sympathy for yourself because we all have limitations. Refrain from dwelling on those tiny imperfections you are you always think you have.

Zodiac Compatibility

Best: Taurus, Virgo, Scorpio, Pisces Worst: Gemini, Aries, Leo, Libra

M O R A L   A L I G N M E N T : L A W F U L   N E U T R A L

Typically driven by a strong sense of fairness and duty, these characters are often willing to take extreme personal risk to stay true to the accepted behavior and beliefs of their deity or society. Being morally neutral, a character of this alignment sees both good and evil as tools to use to maintain order. While members of many classes can be lawful neutral, the ideal class for this alignment is monk, whose dedication to their training, tradition, and personal perfection give them a clearly structured view of the world. Sometimes, however, a lawful neutral character can take their fervor too far, becoming near-tyrannical in the name of upholding justice and order.

B I O G R  A P H Y

tba. im tired rn

QUICK FACTS: 

He wife and child were murdered one night by some unknown creature. 

He has taken on the life of hunting, and still searches for the one responsible for his family’s death. 

While he is a hunter, he does not kill all supernatural creatures. He rather investigates them to determine their guilt and acts accordingly. If someone slips up, he is not afraid to go after them. 

Works as a private eye to get by. Mainly investigating strange disappearances and the occasional adultery case that gets thrown on his desk. 

W A N T E D  C O N N E C T I O N S

tba

[ravio-the-cabinet-man]

tumblr really wont let me post my art right now, huh.

[gryfflepuffinthetardis]

Sweet Jane Part One — Campbell Bain x Reader

Summary: Y/n was admitted to Saint Jude's hospital in Glasglow soon after her eighteenth birthday when she developed a case of psychogenic/traumatic mutism; there she meets a talkative, optimistic, idealistic, hyperactive nineteen-year-old boy with Manic depression who dreams of becoming a DJ, follow them through their story and learn what happened to Y/n.

Series Warnings: Past Toxic Relationship, Manipulative Ex, Mentions of Past Rape, Mental Health, Discrimination against the Mentally Ill/Neroudivergent, Traumatized Reader, Abusive Parents, Mentions of deceased family members, Stalking, Suicide, Reader doesn't handle men touching her well, Mentions of Sex, Bad Caretakers, Implied Non-Scottish Reader, Implied Short Reader, Campbell Bain's Dad is Terrible

Chapter Warnings: Reader refuses to speak; Loving Campbell Bain, Traumatized Reader, Selectively Mute Reader, PTSD Reader, Psychogenic Mute Reader, Traumatic Mute Reader, Manic Depressant Campbell Bain, Bipolar Campbell Bain, Schizophrenic Furgus, OCD Rosalie, Reader Developed Selective Mutism as a Coping Mechanism, Reader may have an intense type of anxiety caused by trauma, Reader is implied to not be Scottish or at least from Scotland (I am American but just add where you're from), Reader is implied to be shorter than the six-foot Campbell Bain

“You are a mystery to me, yet so familiar. Like a song I’ve never heard before, and a tune I’ve known my entire life.”

Y/N hadn't spoken a word since she was eighteen and long before that something had changed. Her parents finally decided enough was enough and sent her to Saint Jude's hospital in Glasgow.

Campbell had literally crashed into the new girl during his excitement at hearing that the Saint Jude's radio station would be reopened.

The girl screamed as he collided with her and she started screaming and kicking due to his body weight on her.

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry." He said, hurriedly, getting off of her and holding a hand out to help her up but she just stared at him, terrified, "I'm sorry. Uh..." He realized he didn't recognize her, as far as he knew he was the youngest patient at Saint Jude's and this girl was around his age. This was exciting! "Are you new? I'm Campbell Bain, I'll be the bane of your life until one of us is discharged." He chortled at his own joke before he realized she was still of the floor, "Oh, let me help you up." He crouched down and took her hand, helped her up.

She stared at him with a confused look on her face but she didn't pull her hand away yet more out of shock than anything. Campbell offered her a smile before she ripped her hand out of his grip and ran off, leaving Campbell very confused.

He asked the nurses about the girl but none would give him proper answers, until he got to Stuart the orderlie, who should've been a patient instead but... you know, life.

"She's a looney." He said, blankly.

"Ai, yes. Yes. Yes. I know that much but what's her name? What's her deal?" Campbell prodded.

"Y/N." Was all he said.

--

A few days later, Eddie McKenna arrived to be the DJ for Saint Jude's, with assumption that he'd be able to tell the difference between the staff and the patients.

He had an interaction with Stuart and assumed he was a patient but found out that he was a nursing assistant. Well, that couldn't be good.

Then he met Campbell, who seemed perfectly friendly and nice before realizing he was a patient himself.

Campbell and Y/N were on better terms, now that she had stopped bolting on the other direction when he tried to talk to her. And they listened to Eddie's show as Y/N read Narnia.

Soon after the show, Eddie heard Campbell playing and singing, Summertime Blues on his guitar which was only slightly out of tune, which Eddie had played on his show. He saw Y/N correcting Campbell's finger placement on the guitar as he whined that it hurt his hand.

Campbell enthusiastically praised Eddie and explained on his poor timing and the patient’s dependence of television.

Y/N caught sight of something moving outside the window and she threw a guitar pick at Campbell, making him pout in her direction before seeing her pointing and they ran to window as he said, “Hang on, you’re not boring me or that, but I’ve just seen a friend of mine flying past the window.”

Y/N and Campbell leaned out the window to see the hospital’s Schizophrenic who despite the schtick his disorder stereotyped him as he was just the most gentle soul you’d ever meet, if a little eccentric, grappling down the side of the building.

“Fergus! What’re you doing!?” Campbell shouted after him as Eddie joined them, “you’re gonna hurt yourself!”

“Shall I get a nurse?” Eddie asked and Y/N shook her head.

“Fergus! You’re gonna miss your cocoa, you know!”

“I know.” Fergus told him.

“Can Y/N and I have it, then?” He asked.

“Help yourselves.” He told them.

“He’s escaping.” Eddie said, surprised how calm both of them were being so calm about this

“He’ll be knocking on the door in an hour or so. He always does.” Campbell reassured Eddie, “annoys the hell out of the staff but makes this one smile.” He nodded at Y/N as she sat on Campbell’s bed with his guitar, the look of fascination in Campbell's eyes was not lost on Eddie.

Campbell returned to his enthusiastic and impulsive idea-planning, the first being to bring up a story when a student nurse accidently gave everyone in the ward a laxative, making Eddie and Y/N look at him oddly and the only problem he saw with it was where he’d get that many laxatives.

“What about a request show?” He asked Eddie.

“I already thought of that. I haven’t enough records.” Eddie shot down that idea… well, he’s never disagreed with Campbell Bain before.

“So?”

“So? When folk request something, they usually like to be able to play it.”

“We just make them keep requesting until they hit something we actually have.” Campbell said, “‘if you can guess a record that we actually have in our library, then we will play it for you with a special dedication’.” He did a playful punch in the air, “who could resist?”

“It’ll never work.”

Y/N who had been playing with Campbell’s guitar, then played a jingly tune.

“You’re right, Y/N!” He declared, enthusiastically with an enthusiastic pointed finger at her and then he ran his hand through his light auburn-brown floppy hair, “We’ll need some jingles.” Y/N looked up when Campbell sang a jingle, “Hospital radio, Saint Juuuuude’s.” He smiled at Eddie, “that sort of thing.”

“You need singers to record jingles.”

Campbell picked up his guitar from Y/N and sat next to her, “and what exactly is sitting here before you?”

“A lunatic!” Eddie declared, making Y/N softly giggle.

“Aye, a singing lunatic!” Campbell agreed, enthusiastically. “We could record them in the station, aye?”

“Aye…” Eddie submitted.

“Brilliant!” Campbell exclaimed, going back to Eddie, “Now give me the key.” He held out his hand.

“What key?” Eddie asked.

“To the station.” Campbell said and ran to the door, looking out, “look, I’ve gotta start. Writing the jingles, rehearsing the singers, cataloging the albums.”

Eddie looked at Y/N as she looked back down and realized he hadn’t gotten her name, having been distracted Campbell’s… Campbell-ness and Fergus escaping. “Uh, ma’am… what’s your name again?” Eddie asked, making Y/N look up from a piece of paper she was now writing on, she gave him with a blank deadpan look at being called “ma’am”. She was only eighteen.

“That’s Y/N.” Campbell said.

“What’s your favorite album?” Nothing. She just looked at him, “can you sing?” She blinked twice and he turned back to Campbell, “what’s wrong with her?”

“Oh, she doesn’t speak. She hasn’t said a word since she got here.” Campbell said, “and there’s nothing wrong with her, she’s just looney like me!”

Eddie walked closer to him and asked as gently as he could, “Campbell, how exactly are you here?”

Campbell paused in which he faltered, knowing how his own father felt about his disorder before smiling, “Can you not guess? I’m manic.” Y/N looked up and smiled at him, making his eyes dart to her and a more genuine smile appeared on his lips before he reassured Eddie, “but don’t worry. The drugs I take make me completely stable. Except for headaches, of course.” He blinked in pain as he focused back on the painful headaches and he squeezed his eyes shut before blindly grabbing onto Eddie’s shirt who could sense a scene coming up as could Y/N who looked up to be amused by Campbell, “I get these headaches. I just comes over me and I cannae…” He flopped on his bed, next to Y/N and shouted out in pain, “ah, the bells! The bells!”

Y/N reached over and went to place her hand on Campbell’s back before stopping, hesitating to do so, not sure if they were close enough or if she wanted to admit that they were close enough and then suddenly Campbell’s mood shifted back to near manic and he shot himself up to look at Eddie, making Y/N pull her hand away, blinking briefly in surprise, “And I want my own show, by the way.”

“What?” Eddie asked.

“Well, after all this work, I think it’s only fair, don’t you?” He questioned.

“Campbell, I cannae just give you your own show.” Eddie protested, “you need training on the equipment.”

“So? Train me!” Campbell pleaded, eagerly. “I’ll take Friday nights.”

“Will that not clash with Brookside?” Eddie questioned.

Y/N looked at the window where they had gone to to shout after Fergus.

—

The next day, Campbell and Eddie were in the common room with Eddie standing shyly while Campbell did the opposite and shouted through a party megaphone while Y/N sat with Fergus, writing down something for him to read. “Ladies and gentlemen, I have an important announcement to make!” He spotted Fergus and Y/N and narrowed his eyes, “Fergus, stop flirting with Y/N.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and went to the couch rather bored now and put her headphones on.

Campbell and Eddie had announced the request show, while admitting that they had limited records. Eddie went to talk to Nana while Campbell stared at Y/N, feeling nervous to approach her since he worried she hated him with how scared she got when he interacted with her.

Then Fergus clapped him on the back, making him stumble and look at him, unamused before approaching the silent H/C-haired girl.

"Hey, Y/N," Campbell said, kindly, walking up to the silent girl but she didn't seem to hear him as she was listening to her Walkman. He tapped her shoulder, making her jump and stare at him with wide eyes just as she had when they first met. He gestured to her headphones, silently asking if he could take them off and she slowly nodded and he gently slid them off and could vaguely hear Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover by Sophie B. Hawkins.

"Hey, we're doing a request show. You have any requests?"

She looked at him for a good while before getting up and leaving. Campbell frowned and his spirits were diminished before leaning forward and face planting his face into the couch cushion, groaning.

—

Campbell showed Eddie the radio station now cleaned and useable thanks to him, Y/N, and Rosalie and as he left Eddie questioned Campbell about Nana and Campbell answered in his own hyperactive way before Eddie questioned him about his obvious crush on Y/N.

“The silent girl, uh… M/Y/N.” (Mispronunciation of Your Name)

“Y/N.” Campbell corrected, automatically in a slightly defensive tone.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

Campbell’s cheeks burned as they reddened and his heartrate quickened, “No. No. No. She’s new actually. Been here about a week. She… she’s a mystery.” He gave out a dreamy smile, “One I’d like to solve but…” He shrugged like, what can you do? —

Campbell was snoring when he was awoken by a friendly smack in the head. He woke up, groaning with confusion before turning on his light, illuminating Y/N who smile sweetly at him as she held something behind her back.

"Jesus, Y/N." He groaned, "what you do that for?" She just looked at him and he nodded, remembering who je was talking to, "right. Uh, what is it?"

Y/N brought a custom record sleeve out from behind her back and he slowly began to realize what she was trying tell him.

"Oh, you want me to play one of these songs during the show tomorrow, er… today?" He asked.

She nodded and sat on the edge of his bed, making him kick around spazzily and awkwardly before sitting up, trying to make room for her as his heart pounded and he looked down at her, feeling her body heat up against his but forced himself not to think about that as it was a bit of a creepy thought to have at two in the morning as she showed him the songs on the back of the vinyl which was also handmade, she pointed at the first song: a cover of The Velvet Underground's Sweet Jane by Cowboy Junkies.

"Is that your favorite song?" He asked and she nodded. "Wait, these are all from different bands, how'd you get this?"

She pointed to herself, "you made it?" He gathered, "Who made the record?" She pointed to herself again and he just smiled at her impressed and enamored by her. "You are one mystery, Y/N L/N. You may be my favorite mystery.”

She smiled, telling him that she liked the idea of being a mystery to him and kissed his cheek, near the corner of his lip, nearly making him melt with a loud dreamy sigh before running off. He looked after he with a starstruck look of awe on his face before flopping back on his pillow, groaning.

—

The next day, Y/N shared a smile with Fergus before listening in on the radio to the show, standing and watching Campbell through the window.

“Good evening! This is Ready Eddie.” Eddie introduced, “and on my left is my right-hand man…”

“Campbell Bain.” Campbell introduced, not seeing Y/N watching him and the smile on her lips.

“And you’re listening to the first ever Ready Eddie Radio Request Road Show.” He gave Campbell a thumbs up and the nineteen-year-old pushed a button, making a jingle play.

“Ready Eddie’s road show. Ready, Eddie, go.”

“That’s right. This is the premiere. This is the first. And you can tell everyone that you were there. You heard it! You saw it!” Campbell said, enthusiastically before joking, “And they’ll tell you, it’s all part of your illness.”

Y/N giggled at his antics before realizing this and she zipped her leather jacket up over her shirt with the sarcastic quote on it.

“We’re playing requests from Ward Eleven this evening. This one is for Francine. I hope you’re listening, Francine.”

Campbell then teased, “I hope anyone’s listening.” He then saw Y/N watching him and let out an audible smile that melted his insides.

“Is anybody listening?” Eddie asked, “Is anybody out there?”

Then Help! By the Beatles started to play and soon the patients came out and Campbell ran out of the station to dance with some patients before more came out, including Fergus. He gave Y/N a smile and thumbs up as he flashed the part of the television he had removed.

Campbell ran back to Eddie and pulled his earphone off so he could talk to him, “the television’s broken, Eddie! There is a God!”

Eddie nodded in the direction of Y/N and Campbell’s face lit up and he ran to Y/N and taking her hands, trying to ease her into dancing. She shook her head before starting to shuffle awkwardly to the music before Campbell took her hands and pulled her against him so she danced with him to the beat of the music. She then giggled up against him and he smiled, triumphally.

He was about to comment on how beautiful her laugh when there was a BANG! And the music stopped, making them all exclaim in disappointment before Campbell and Y/N ran back to the station to see what was wrong.

“What’s wrong?”

“The mixing desk.” Eddie said, trying to fix it with his limited knowledge.

“Do something!” Campbell exclaimed.

“What can I do? I can’t even turn on the bathroom light without shocking myself.” Eddie remarked.

“Well, check the plug. Maybe it’s the fuse.” Campbell suggested as Y/N looked up at Fergus and gestured for him to come.

“It’s not the fuse.” Eddie sighed.

Campbell ran his hand through his floppy hair, “I cannae believe this. I’ve just had the world’s shortest career as a disk jockey.”

Fergus took out a screwdriver and headed inside to help and started to unscrew the screws of the mixing desk.

“Fergus, what are you doing?” Campbell asked.

“I’ll just have a look.” Fergus reassure him.

“No, don’t!” Eddie shouted, “don’t have a look there.”

Y/N helped Fergus lift the plate of the mixing desk as Eddie continued to try and stop Fergus and Y/N, “Fergus, Y/N, I’m asking you. Please, leave it alone”

“He’s gonna blow it up.” A patient said.

“He’s not!” Campbell protested.

“I think I know what the problem is.” Fergus told Eddie.

“He’s blowing it up.” Another patient said and the others started to chant Fergus’ name.

“Fergus, don’t, okay!? Just leave it alone. It’s all we’ve got.” Eddie pleaded and Y/N smacked Eddie’s shoulder when Stuart literally pushed her out of the way, making her squeak and stumble before Campbell caught her and glared at Stuart.

“Oi, watch where you’re going!” He shouted.

Stuart aggressively grabbed Fergus holding him in a near chokehold and Y/N tried to go forth to help but Campbell held her back, knowing she’d just be pushed away again, if not sedated.

“He’s not causing trouble, is he?” He asked Eddie and Y/N shook her head, frantically at Eddie.

“No, he’s just helping me, get the mixing desk going again.” Eddie muttered.

“Him? He couldn’t get his brain going again.” Stuart spat and Y/N scoffed, implying that she felt that better described Stuart than Fergus.

“Leave it, Stuart.” Isabella, the more kind nurse said, “it’s all over.”

Stuart let Fergus go and sulked out of the room, clearly upset that he didn’t get to hurt someone as Y/N gave him the middle finger.

Fergus closed the plate of the mixing desk and Y/N flipped the switch, making the light come back on.

“You two are geniuses.” Campbell gasped.

Y/N shook her head and pointed at Fergus like, no, he’s the genius.

“YOU’RE GENIUSES!” Campbell shouted and he slammed the door shut and got back to the microphone, “Sorry about the technical problems, folks. We’re now back on the air and we hope to keep it that way. Our next request is for Y/N and dedicated to her by me.” He chortled as he looked at her and clicked his tongue as he winked.

The cover of Sweet Jane played, making Y/N smile as Eddie looked at Fergus, giving him an apologetic and thankful smile as Fergus perpetually scowled before his lips curved into a gentle smile.

Later, Y/N helped Campbell clean up the hallways before they bumped into each other.

“Uh… so how did you know how to help Fergus?” He asked.

She took out her wad of paper and wrote: Learned. Taught.

He nodded, taking what he could get, “I always knew you were smart.” He said, honestly and he hesitated before leaning towards her to kiss her cheek like she had done the night, she shifted, conflicted as she could see the pure gentless in Campbell's personality, in his actions, in his eyes, and she could feel it in his cheek kiss. He had hesitated, not wanting to overstep boundaries and he was still nervous about his decision but before she could react Eddie ran out of the room, making them break apart and move out of the way before he rammed into them.

*This is a series from my Wattpad, so I'm moving in to Tumblr and Archive of my Own. There is an entire subplot later on of stalking and the cause of the reader's muteness or mutism (which ever is the correct term). Am I the only one who feels like Campbell Bain might also have ADHD or is it just because of his Bipolar/Manic Depression. I'm usually good at this but I'm having a hard time differentiating the two or maybe it's just David Tennant.

[sansxreaderbraindump]

CANON (maybe idk how to write his canon like personality bleh) HORROR SANS X PLAYER >:D I'm absolutely dog shit at writing canon personality and have no writing skills other then my LA classes but i forgor 💀 the lessons. but WHO CARES IM WRITING THIS FOR MY OWN BENEFIT. i might delete this in the future idk (￣﹃￣) - Ht sans being the hypocrite selfish sadist paired up with the teasing careless kind of sadist Player who was the main cause of this mess. - slightly Canonized Horrortale sans x player: The most toxic yaoi couple in the underground. /hj - imagine Player just one day comes back and sees the whole entire hellhole the underground have gotten. "Well this is interesting :)" - He hates the fact that he can't hurt you in any way, he learned that when he first tried to "hand drill" you. it drain some of your health but didn't hurt you in a way that you felt any pain, you just stared at him and grinned, flat on laughing at him. "WOW! this is new, show me more.~ =)" - he has quite a grudge against you since you left them down there , he misses you but doesn't admit it. (he would never miss but eh i said slightly canonized) - You love to tease him all day and say the most out of pocket things that catches him off guard. - Every few rare moments, you trace your fingers on the sharp edges of his head wound. you pricked your finger one time. - Horror: *rips out your entire arm* Player, blushing: OMG!! awww sans, I didn't know you felt that way about me~! - He obsessively hates you but you are into that, you horny fu- - I envisioned a fanart of horror sans biting into player's shoulder, looking at them with a hateful glare. blood dripping down their chest and shoulder like a river while player grins at him, patting his head like some he was some sort of dog. (edit: i want to add 2 more things (>'-'<) - he is very much tired of your teasing shit but tbh you make things more interesting now you're back. - That One time that he would never forget, as usually he was having stomach pain from the hunger. Until you gave him a Glamburger from your cell A inventory. It looked fresh like before everything went to shit, he couldn't believe it once he first held it. He didn't ate it right away, he rather stared at you instead and asked you "Why?" but you didn't reply, no insults, no jokes. You turned and walked away to go find your current vessel.... - "alexa play "bark like you want it" by sir Mix-A-Lot" AHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHA >:) /hj

anyways I'm done, thank you for reading my ted talk. ill see ya my little goobers later. *TheFatRat - Xenogenesis starts playing*

[eternityservedcold]

an extremely thorough list of content warnings for jojos bizarre adventure

because the old one was made by a deleted blog so it isnt easily accessible any more (and i dont think it was good enough to begin with)

btw if you say anything to the effect of "why do people like jojo when it has x" or "you guys really excuse y?" on this post im just gonna block you. people who get angry about me saying to skip parts/episodes will also get blocked.

feel free to reply/send an ask with anything i missed, preferably with a chapter or episode number. parts 7 and 8 wont be on here in full until i finish reading them but feel free to send me cws for them and ill add them. also the warnings are just in the order they appear, and more specifically when they appear in the anime, so as to not have weird "x is more important than y" nonsense

general warnings

these are things that…. basically if youre triggered by these i think you should just sit this out tbh. its an amazing series but its not worth repeatedly triggering yourself. this ones just ordered alphabetically bc its throughout (read: in at least 3 parts)

blood, violence, body horror, gore, and death -amputation -animal abuse and death (especially of dogs) -decapitation -eye, nail, and mouth horror -impalement -parental and sibling death -police brutality -suicide and self harm

child abuse -child abandonment -corporal punishment -leering shots of minors bodies -pedophilia (still gets a warning every time) -physical abuse

christian themes and symbolism

drug use -alcohol -tobacco -underage drug use -unspecified white powder

fire and explosions

gambling

misogyny, both in-universe and on the part of the author

racism (gets specific warnings every time)

sexual misconduct -catcalling -rape (still gets a warning every time) -sexual assault -sexual harassment

unsanitary -eating/drinking gross things —being forced to eat/drink gross things -pee -poop -snot -vomit

vehicle accidents -car accidents -plane crashes

part 1: phantom blood

(manga only) ritual sacrifice

restricted eating

non-consensual kissing

(manga only) a dog is shown on fire

poisoning

chinese ethnic stereotypes

a baby gets eaten

part 2: battle tendency

okay im gonna rip the bandaid off now. there are nazis in this one, and its significantly worse than youd expect just reading that. im gonna quote the old list here: "there are so many nazis in this part and they’re not condemned like at all tbh". i would almost say its glorified, one of the main allies is a nazi and another main ally directly praises a different nazi. in the manga, hitler and swastikas are explicitly shown as well as nazis being called by name, but in the anime, they are removed and simply called german soldiers.

almost nothing from this part comes back in the future and what does come back is explained as it comes up or is understandable from context. so please. if you need to skip this part, just do it. i even understand if you skip the whole series because of this.

its possible some may find the mesoamerican aesthetic of the villains in this part to be insensitive or offensive. im mexican and i personally dont, but i could see why someone would

racism toward: -black people -mexican people —slavery and degradation of mexican women is explicitly shown -japanese people

hostage situation

kidnapping

human experimentation

ritual sacrifice

"man in a dress" gag and subsequent transmisogyny

unintentional incest. there are only two scenes of this, which are: -a character spying on someone (later revealed to be their mother) in the bath -going through said mothers belongings and talking about her panties

animal cannibalism

part 3: stardust crusaders

since fights in this part are much more self-contained than the other parts, its possible to skip some of these if youre triggered by them. those will be marked with chapter and episode numbers

a woman gets spontaneously undressed in the middle of a fight (only her bra shows but it happens against her will)

jotaro, a 17 year old, kisses an adult woman to save her from possession. i wouldnt really say this is pedophilia and it lasts for 1 panel/less than 10 seconds but i found it uncomfortable

while incapacitated from sickness, holly will randomly be shown naked with weird leering camera angles. this happens many more times in the anime than the manga

pedophilia (depicted as a bad thing and the victim is saved before anything happens) (skip chapters 17-19/episode 7)

native american stereotypes (skip chapters 20-22/episode 8)

"person gets replaced" trope (skip chapters 23-6/episode 9; chapters 76-79/episode 27)

infection

suffocation

drowning

"child acting like a pervert" trope (skip chapters 92-96/episodes 32-33) -in the same episodes, the child spends the entire fight naked which might be uncomfortable for some

stardust crusaders ova

this gets its own subsection due to being so different that i was having to say "this doesnt apply to the ova" for a lot of the warnings. unlike the main sdc section, since this ova is extremely pared down, there wont be skippable warnings. also note that this is in "manga order", so its 2000 ova then 1993 ova

the english voice actor for avdol (a black/egyptian character) is a white guy doing a vaguely "ethnic" accent

the non-consensual kissing thing above, here its with a girl jotaros age though

infection

suffocation

ritual sacrifice (used as the intro animation for the 1993 portion)

drowning

part 4: diamond is unbreakable

rape, pedophilia, and kidnapping mentions

physical abuse

electrocution

blackmail

yandere trope -emotional abuse -isolation -stalking -kidnapping

restricted eating

skin picking

(anime only) jumpscare

invasion of privacy (skip this part if this bothers you because one of the main allies power is just, doing this, and its constant)

"child acting like a pervert" trope

bodysnatching/"person gets replaced" trope

theres an uncomfortable scene where a child gets attacked in the bath (non-sexually). both the child and the attacker are naked for the duration of the scene

part 5: vento aureo/golden wind

gang violence/the mafia (main crux of the plot)

bullying

(anime only) racism toward japanese people

reckless driving

torture

rape (not shown just heavily implied)

terminal illness/infection/disease

(anime only) pedophilia

forced childbirth (its like, magical childbirth and the mother doesnt register it)

possibly offensive depiction of systems (systems, feel free to correct me on this)

medical malpractice

a guy gets swapped into a girls body and gropes it

part 6: stone ocean

(anime only) heavy use of chromatic aberration, which may be eye straining for some

this part is really horny, comparatively speaking. this isnt really a bad thing but depending on your level of comfort with that you may want to skip

(manga only) misgendering a trans man

hallucinations

memory loss

abuse of religious authority

(manga only, only in some translations) homophobic slur

grooming

gang violence

"disposable sex worker" trope

creepy stalker-ish behavior (the person who does it becomes a main ally & never stops or eases up)

cult

drowning

electrocution

unintentional incest

the kkk (in the anime its a generic racist mob) -lynching

part 7: steel ball run

possibly offensive depiction of native americans (feel free to correct me if youre native)

a 14 year old girl: -is a child bride and im pretty sure this isnt condemned at all -gets hit on by adults -experiences a rape attempt? -gets pregnant?

the entire plot is about curing a disability

medical malpractice

capital punishment

(only in some translations) r slur variant

homophobic slur

attempted pedophilia/rape?

"bisexual sex pest" trope (grown woman making advances toward a minor/trying to rape her)?

part 8: jojolion

ableism?

rape?

part 9: the jojolands

"unsettling gender reveal" trope

pedophilia

[breannasfluff]

The next morning in the Domain comes with an exuberant awakening. “Link! My dearest friend!”

Sidon’s cheerful greeting has the unfortunate side effect of waking up not only Wild but most of the rest of the Chain as well. They’re lucky no one else is staying at the inn.

Wild doesn’t mind, but Four is shooting him a truly vile look that is all Blue. “Sidon! Let’s move outside so the others can continue sleeping.”

“Too late for that,” someone—who might be Legend under the pile of blankets—mutters.

Grabbing Sidon’s hand, Wild tows him from the room before anyone else considers murder before breakfast. Outside, the sun is just peaking above the hills, casting a warm rosy light across the blue stone. The water sparkles and Wild shades his eyes until he turns slightly.

Only then does he turn his attention fully to the prince. “Sidon! I missed you!” He holds up his arms and the zora sweeps him into a crushing hug.

“I’ve missed you too! Oh, Link, I’ve been so worried about you on this journey! It’s been so little time since you finished the last, and those boys…” Sidon clearly doesn’t want to speak ill of them, but his arms tighten around Wild. “Shall we go catch breakfast and talk?”

“Sure!” The champion doesn’t hop down and Sidon supports him to climb up on his shoulder. This close, the zora carries the unique sweetness of fish and freshwater. It’s not the same as actual fish, but he’s yet to find a closer comparison.

Sidon strides through the Domain, waving a greeting to the few zora who are up. Wild’s legs brace him on the prince’s shoulders, leaving him free to lean against his head. He’s careful to keep the tail free and can’t help but smile when Sidon’s excitement bleeds into a tail wag.

There are scars across the skin on his head and Wild has no urge to add to them with his nips. Really, he needs to explain to Sidon what Fierce Deity said before he Claims him again. The thought has him wrinkling his nose and pressing firmer against cool scales. He doesn’t want to give up Sidon.

The prince checks his grip before diving into the waterfall and swimming upward. Wild whoops as they leap clear of the top and continue. At the top of the second Sidon lets his legs absorb the impact before walking forward. Toto Lake, with its sunken structures, is one of their favorite places to swim and catch breakfast.

The water isn’t as deep as in the Domain, but the ruins add a fun challenge to swim through.

“Ready, my friend?”

“Always!”

They dive into the water and break away from each other. Fish dart through the ruins; an easy catch. Wild stuffs one between his teeth and whacks the other with a rock, then swims to the shore. Sidon pulls himself out a moment later with a fish of his own; he likely already caught and ate one.

Wild holds out the wiggling fish and the prince bites off its head before handing it back. He offers the second fish for the same treatment, then settles on the grass to eat. The zora are some of the few who don’t squawk about raw fish and eating things whole. Sure, they taste good cooked, but it doesn’t beat fresh caught fish. Certainly not eaten in the early morning with his friend.

Sidon steals little glances at him before giving in. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, Link. How are things going with the group?”

“Better, actually.” He pauses to rip out another chunk of fish and chew. “Yeah, better. We had some bumps”—the situation with Sky comes to mind—”but some good changes, too. Did you know that Time has a mask with a deity in it?”

“Oh? Does he?” The prince manages polite interest—barely. Fish bones crack between his teeth when he takes a bite.

“Yeah! Fierce Deity! I wish you could meet him; he’s so cool! He’s like me.”

“Amazing?”

Wild blushes and looks down at his half-eaten fish. “I don’t think amazing is the word for it.”

“Link.” Sidon puts his fish down and turns to Wild, guiding his face to look up at him. “You are my most cherished friend. Anyone who doesn’t treat you with respect and kindness doesn’t deserve to be around you or counted in your opinion of yourself. It doesn’t matter what people say about you, because they are strangers. They don’t know you like I do.”

His cheeks are burning and he can’t keep eye contact. “You’re the only one who likes me.”

Sidon’s laugh is light and airy for his size. He laughs like his sister, even if Wild doesn’t remember how he knows this. “That’s not true and you know it.” He bops the champion on the nose, then picks up his fish. “You have Zelda and Riju. The Rito, yes? Beedle? The stablemasters? I’ve heard you mention many people who cherish you.”

“Fine,” Wild whines good-naturedly, and goes back to his fish. “Maybe you have a point.”

“Of course I do.”

They both work on their fish. Wild hands the remains of his first to Sidon, who happily eats the parts he doesn’t prefer. It’s as he’s working on the second fish that the prince starts again.

“So, this Fierce…Deity. Tell me more.”

Read the rest here!

[sinfulforrest]

It do be a Kylar brainrot night for me once again, so oop here's some weird noncon hypno breeding thoughts about monster!Kylar with a gender neutral afab reader!

He made his nest in an abandoned manor and tended to roam the sewers during the day and the town during the night, taking any opportunity that he could take to try and watch you as you went about your day.

As he learnt your routine more, he became totally enamoured with you and the way you carried yourself. He wanted you, and he was going to get you.

His small hunched stature hid his great strength from you, which you found out the hard way when a thin, bony clawed hand burst out from the shadows and gripped onto your skin when you cut down into an alley. No matter how much you screamed and tried to pry yourself away from him, his grip just seemed to tighten as he effortlessly ripped a manhole cover off with an inky coloured tentacle and dragged you down with him and led you to his lair.

Since being abducted by the beast, on his "good" days he often just stared at you, unblinking, unmoving. The only sound in the musty room was his heavy breathing. The sight of his many yellowy green eyes were burnt into your retinas by now, meaning that even when you shut your eyes, you swore you see faint luminous green orbs staring back.

Every now and again you'd wake up to find him scratching the floorboards or walls with his claws, and when you would walk over to observe what he was doing, you realised that he was drawing crude little pictures of the two of you together as weird little stick figures. Further examination of the room led you to find that the walls and floors were absolutely covered in those crude etchings of the two of you and it made you feel ill.

He would often slink away, leaving you alone in the locked up room as he went out and hunted for the two of you. By "hunting", you later found out that it actually meant scavenging in dumpsters for food and scraps, sometimes you could see him through gaps in the boarded up windows digging away in dumpsters and bins. He'd give you the food that was in better condition and only slightly expired, and would ravenously eat the rest of what he had found. You'd often stare in horror as his mouth contorted like how a snake would to take bigger bites with his needle-like teeth.

Sometimes his hunts would lead him to bringing back scraps of fabric, clothes, even blankets and pillows on occasion, and he'd add them to the nest that he forced you to sleep in. He adored making you curl around him, forcing you to nestle your nose against his long greasy hair, making sure you purposely wrapped an arm around him so the two of you could remain close together. You had to be careful about his horns though, lest you wanted to lose an eye.

However, today was one of his "bad" days, and that was when you truly feared the beast. Instead of staring at you, he'd prowl around your exhausted form, eyeing you up and down, clearly wanting to claim you.

You hated it.

He'd step closer, and closer, and closer, until he was mere centimetres from you. He'd press his nose against your skin, inhaling deeply as he let out a pathetic whine, trembling at it all. You tried shutting your eyes once before but he'd gotten really angry with you and you didn't want that happening again. So you took it, you took it all as he smelt and licked your dirty skin, groping your body here and there as he explored you once again.

When you felt a tentacle wrap around your waist you felt immediate dread. You knew what was going to happen next. He tugged at you, grumbling as he forcefully led you over to his nest. He waited for you to get into position before he pounced on you, eager to begin breeding you once again.

His inky tentacles split and multiply, ripping what little clothes you have on away from your body. Almost immediately he grabs one of your breasts and licks it with his long tongue, making your nipple perk up against the chilly air of the room. He ruts against your leg and begins suckling away as you shakily let out a sob, looking up at the ceiling and trying to think about anything else other than this.

With that, he growls and bites into your sensitive chest which in turn makes you cry out and grasp him tighter. He stops suckling to look at you as you return your attention to him, but something feels off.

You can't look away.

His eyes...you focus in on his eyes...you feel drowsy, and to your horror, you find yourself tenderly touching his damp, slimy skin with a small smile beginning to form on your face as you pet him.

He chirps and purrs against your hand, and you can't do anything, you can't even think straight. A tentacle wriggles its' way to your unguarded pussy, and to your horror you moan as it easily violates you, aided by how terrifyingly slick you had gotten seemingly out of nowhere. You scream at yourself internally as you let out more whines and lewd groans against your will as he prepares you for the main event.

You can feel it coming out, you can feel his cock weeping against your leg as it emerges from its slit and your body trembles. He continues staring at you with an ever-growing grin, watching with great focus at how your pussy milks and clenches around his tentacle. Eventually he can't take it anymore- he needs to breed you again. Needs to try to knock you up. Needs to claim you.

He scrambles up, spreading your legs as he desperately tries to align his cock with your pussy. It stood flush and proud- unlike the rest of him. His cock was thick, long and had incredible girth when he was ready to knot. And again, to your horror, you just simply spread your legs wider for him, smiling at him as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

With a rough thrust he enters you once again, that familiar burning sensation completely flooding your core. You claw at his back, and in turn his tentacles wrap around you and hold you in place.

His thrusts start off erratically causing him to growl angrily at himself, but he slowly starts to set a pace for him as he abuses your pussy once more. He bites down at your shoulders, adding to the countless claims and bites he'd made there over your time here, and you wince and hiss as he peppers shallower bites here and there.

You begin to feel his knot swell and take a deep breath, tears pricking at your eyes as you helplessly smile up at the beast. You didn't want to do this, you didn't know why, but you couldn't stop smiling and moaning at this violation.

With a whine, the beast forces his knot into you as the two of you are now locked in place for God knows how long. As you twitch around him and pant, you feel his seed filling you up as he gently grinds against you, licking at your tears and bite wounds.

Your stomach swells slightly thanks to his cock and cum filling you up, but you find yourself hazily staring at it whilst the beast rubs one of his cold hands over it with a circular motion in an almost loving way. You're not sure how to feel about this, you don't even know if you can feel right now.

The beast simply purrs, settling down on top of you and basking in your unity, overjoyed that you were able to be bred so well this time...

[aerodaltonimperial]

Prompt: a discovery, a filthy kiss, and a phone call. Doesn't have to be in that order. 🥰

In the end, half the roster ends up seeing it. Danhausen does it right backstage, his first night back. Just grabs Hook’s face in his hands and kisses him, full on. He doesn't care who is watching, or maybe he does, and that's where Jack ends up landing because he was watching. He's pretty sure there was intention there.

He's pretty sure Danhausen has always known.

Hook finds Jack after, because they're still friends. Friends: it tastes like ash, but maybe that's just what it feels like when your heart is ripped out of your chest.

"I think we're gonna be okay." Hook looks happier than he has in months, better than he has practically the entire time Jack has known him. He doesn't appear to be preparing to say anything more. And the truth is, he doesn't need to say anymore, because Jack gets it.

He gets it, and it feels like he just got punched in the face.

There's a moment where he seriously considers spiraling, and then - no. Jack has to keep this off his features. He's got to bury this so deep that no one will ever find it, least of all Hook. He's got to swallow every piece of broken glass so there's nothing littering the floor to give him away.

He pastes a smile on. "Oh. Holy shit. That's great. Did he say anything?"

"We're gonna go get dinner." Hook bites his mouth, eyes bright and cheeks ruddy. Fuck. "I think we’re gonna...talk about it. About everything."

Jack wants to puke. Instead, he says, "Hook, that's awesome. Seriously. I'm really happy for you."

He should add more, right? Something like "keep me updated!" except he's pretty sure saying that will rip his heart out of his chest. Or maybe "I hope everything works out" which will surely choke him.

In the end, it's fine; Hook’s so ill-equipped for most social interactions that he doesn't notice the lack. He's riding high, on cloud nine - joyous following the fulfillment of his heart's desire.

Jack wants to scream, but hey; when has anything in life ever really been considered fair?

++

Later, much later, after most of the hotel has turned in for the night, Jack finds himself on the roof. There's a little bench, and a few potted plants - a half-hearted effort to make the space useful that was abandoned too soon. A fitting metaphor for the current situation.

Jack stares out at the cars on the road, listening to the steady thrum of traffic. He doesn't move when footsteps sound behind him, or when Darby settles down next to him.

"Hey," Darby says. "You okay?"

Of course Jack isn't okay. How could he be? How could he possibly be okay now, now that everything has slipped well out of reach? He may not have really had a chance earlier, but there'd been hope. There'd been possibility. Now there's nothing but misery clouding his thoughts.

When he fails to answer, Darby nods, movement Jack catches out of the corner of his eyes. "Yeah. I thought so. I came up to make sure you weren't going to throw yourself off the roof or something."

"Would it hurt more or less?"

Darby doesn't answer. Instead, he loops his arms around his knees. "I know it feels like you got stabbed--"

"How would you know?" Jack asks, bristling and defensive. He turns to glare at Darby. "How would you fucking know what it feels like?"

"I know what it feels like," Darby snaps. "Like you wanna claw your own face off. Like somebody just put your whole fucking body in a meat grinder, for fun. Like the sun will never fucking shine again, out of spite."

Jack stares at him. "Darby."

"You wanna know how I know, Jack? Because that's exactly what I feel when I see you looking at him."

Darby stands up, furious, and Jack can't get his tongue to work right, because he didn't know. He didn't know.

And now he does.

++

It takes a week for Jack to get Darby alone. He's pretty sure the man is avoiding him, but serendipity finally smiles on him, and Jack ends up cornering Darby in the small ice room at the end of the hotel corridor.

Darby's expression goes from panic to fight to resignation in the time it takes Jack to block the exit. "Don't."

"Don't what? You can't just drop that on me and then split. That's not how this works."

"Oh, really?" Darby's back to anger, sparking. "Then, tell me how it works, Jack. Tell me: did you confess to Hook, or will you be taking that one to the grave?"

Jack kind of hates him. He does, and he doesn't, and that's infuriating. "Shut up, Darby. I'm trying to tell you something here."

"Then do it." Darby is braced for a blow - shoulders straight, hands balled. He's ready to be destroyed.

Jack reaches for him, but his hands are open. He doesn't want to destroy him. What he wants to do is kiss him, so he does, which is a bit of a dick move since Darby wasn't really ready for it, but Jack wasn't really ready for Darby to drop the fucking truth bomb he had, either.

Jack kisses him, because he wants to. Because he can. Because for the first time in awhile, there's a possibility of something he's been craving. Jack coaxes Darby's mouth apart just so he can lick his way in, and it's sloppy because he's way too overeager and Darby is still struggling to catch up, so their angles don't align well. Until they do; until they get on the same page. Until Darby grabs Jack by the face and spins him, crowds him against the wall and groans against Jack’s lips.

O...kay, this is getting heated so fast Jack's head is spinning. And they are out in the open, easily discoverable should anyone else want to come and get ice. They'll get ice and a fucking floor show, because Darby’s hands have slid up beneath Jack's shirt to grab at his skin, nails raking down and leaving stinging trails behind.

And then Darby pulls away so fast he ends up biting down on Jack's bottom lip, drawing blood. Copper blooms across Jack’s tongue. "Ow," he tries, plaintive.

"I'm not a stand in," Darby growls. "Do you hear me? I'm not a fucking stand in for him."

"Obviously," Jack says. "I don't want you to be."

Darby deflates a little. "You can't mean this."

"Why can't I? You caught me off-guard, I admit, but..." Jack shrugs. "Why can't I want this?"

Darby stares at him. "You want this."

"That's what I just said."

"I didn't..." Darby sucks in a deep breath. "Okay."

Jack glances to the doorway, still thankfully empty. "Do you wanna, maybe, not be in the ice room any more?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

Darby steps back, allowing space for Jack to attempt to compose himself again. He still looks a little shell-shocked, and Jack can't really blame him.

"Come on," Jack says, and grabs for Darby’s wrist, gratified when Darby doesn't pull away.

++

Jack wakes up the next morning to the sun shining in through the curtains, a warm body next to him, and a hand splayed across his chest.

He thinks about sending Danhausen a fruit basket, but you know what, maybe not. Maybe this is enough on its own, curling hesitantly around Jack’s heart.

[tunaafishyy]

Enkanomiya Enigmas - Part 1

A look into some of the strangest comments made by Enkanomiya’s residents

Note: this post is incomplete, I’m just starting the new year by clearing out some of my old drafts… maybe I’ll go back and fill these in better one day :)

Draft last updated 2022-12-26

In the Beginning…

Eboshi: Before Byakuyakoku fell into the deep sea, the whole world had a single unified culture.

Eboshi: Later, a great war broke out, in which the heavens capsized and the earth was ripped asunder. This land was then plunged into the dark ocean depths.

Eboshi: However, the heavenly order seemed to not wish for those who remembered all this to remain on earth. We searched for a road of return, but there was none to be found.

Eboshi: Much, much later, heaven’s powers of prohibition would gradually weaken. This did Watatsumi Omikami manage to fall into this place.

Out of Heaven’s Reach

Eboshi: They are primordial elemental beings, unbent and unbowed by the power that came from the heavens owing to their living deep underwater.

…

Eboshi: Watatsumi Omikami, due to ill-fortune, fell into this place, beyond the jurisdiction of the heavenly order.

Holy Soil Phenomenon

Eboshi: The Holy Soil phenomenon is, in fact, the expansion of their habitat. That means that the primordial elemental power of the three realms is growing stronger.

Eboshi: Only by using Watatsumi Omikami’s life force to awaken its second servant could we convert this raw, raging elemental power.

…

Tsumi: According to what I have read, the fundamental purpose of the Watatsumi Goryou Matsuri is to use the serpent god’s life force to awaken its second familiars: the Sangacorallia.

Tsumi: They are creatures that break down raw, primitive elemental energy into the milder elemental energy of the human realm. The giant coral is a symbol that the Sangacorallia have been awakened by the serpent’s blood.

…

Tsumi: Things are even more complicated than usual this time. The darkness from the Void Realm seems to be surpressunf things in the Light Realm and the Human Realm, causing them to come to a standstill.

Tsumi: You may need to use the power of the Bokuso Box to dispel the darkness and allow the ecological transformation to continue.

Orobashi’s Sacrifice

Eboshi: Unfortunately, by making contact with us, it also grasped a truth that came before it’s own existence. Thus, it was forced by heaven to sacrifice itself.

Eboshi: The truth behind this sacrifice had to remain unknown to all. Only this could the people of Byakuyakoku be allowed to live under the rule of The Seven.

Forgetting & Discovering the Truth

Eboshi: Due to the phenomenon known as Sinshades, the “past”, “history”, and “truth” of Enkanomiya would endure even if left to their own devices.

Eboshi: As such, a great effort was expended, not that we might remember but that we might “forget”. Lady Sangonomita was of this view.

Eboshi: The trial to obtain the branch was intended to limit the number of people coming after us who could know the whole truth of the matter.

Eboshi: As for me, I supported leaving records of the truth. As such, Watatsumi Omikami permitted me to add another trial path that, if passed, would lead to knowledge of our secrets.

Eboshi: “In the faintness of everlasting night, beyond the rushing of the river Styx, within the sinless flow of heavenly light.”

Eboshi: Release the seal on The Emanant Skylight. Then, you may ascend to the Gate of Heaven and access the site of the trial.

Vishaps

Eboshi: They are actually very intelligent, and they are adept at evolving. They would even evolve into different elemental forms throughout the history of their war against us.

Eboshi: I would not be surprised at all if they have learned language or perhaps even evolved into lizard-people of a sort.

The Traveler

The sinshade of Clymene, caretaker of the Sunchildren, recognizes the Traveler’s garb.

However, she then goes on to say that she was born in Enkanomiya (post-sinking) and that she’s never seen someone from outside of it.

For Clymene to have seen it, but to also never have left/met an outsider, implies that the Traveler’s Outfit existed in Enkanomiya.

She also makes a comment about not having seen it in awhile. This could be due to her either being a sinshade and not having perception of time, or the outfit being a carry-over from Enkanomiya’s society before it sank, and thus was as common post-sinking…

??? (Clymene): Hmm? How strange. I have not seen someone in your garb for a many long years…

??? (Clymene): From your mannerisms, you are not from Byakuyakoku either. Are you some guest from afar who fell into this place?

Traveler: That’s more or less correct…

??? (Clymene): To think that there were ways to access Byakuyakoku from the outside world… Shocking news indeed.

??? (Clymene): I was born here, and I have never seen anyone from the outside world.

Memories

Clymene: It has passed through the hands of every Sunchild, and the memories it has inherited are enough to fill the gaps in their souls.

Clymene: … Even though these memories are double-sided.

Traveler: Double-sided? Memories have sides?

Clymene: of course. In this case, the memories are two-fold. On one hand, you have your own memories, and on the other, you have others’ memories of you.

Clymene: Thus the gaps are being filled by both the Sunchildren’s own memories, imprinted upon the bridle… As well as the memories of them as the children who were blamed by Byakuyakoku, of those who became children of sin.

Clymene: my own memories are insufficient, and so I had to supplement them with those of the people of our nation.

Clymene: and it is thanks to these transgressions that have been laid upon them that they have now been remembered by Byakuyakoku, and can now leave their afterimages behind.

Clymene: Thank you, Traveler. My greatest wish now lies fulfilled. Yes, I… can finally be with those children again… I can finally… be at ease.

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I know you are taking a break from stuff, but I wanted to recommend a possible fic idea or hc with cg! Eddie and fem reader with like playing dress up or dollies or tea parties and just the rough and tough metal guy holding out his pinkie as he sips real or imaginary tea from a plastic tea set....

Now I wanna buy a real people tea set.

a/n: AHHH YES I CAN THIS IS MY FAVORITE TROPE EVER, cue eddie in a tiara. watch as the scenarios get longer and longer :3 btw the stuffies featured here are some of my actual stuffies!

~ princess tea party ~

cg!Eddie Munson x (fem) little!reader

summary: what having a fancy tea party with daddy is like

warnings - readers clothing described as being smaller than eddie’s, over use of the term “princess”, not proofed

as always - sfw interaction only, this is not an ageplay fic. dni if dd/|g or k¡nk variant

• the first time you asked to play, eddie thought you wanted to play princess and knight, until you shoved a dress in his hands and a tiara on his head

he looked at you with wide eyes, you thought he was gonna shove it off and tell you that boys don’t play dress up. the thought made your lip wobble and you reached to take it off, “sowy….” he quickly pulled back and straightened the tiara. he looked at the sparkly purple dress, then to you, and ripped his shirt off then shoved the small dress on over his head. ignoring the small tearing sounds it made, only focusing on the huge smile you held.

• it’s a formal event, sunday best and sparkles are required. additionally you must act like gentleman or lady when at the table

eddie wrapped his fingers around the small pink cup before drinking the whole thing in one sip. “DADDY, NOO!” you shrieked, he jumped with wide eyes, his tiara falling to the ground, “oo gots tuh do lady sips, wif or pinky ups, see wash me,” you pickled up saucer as well as the cup by the tiny handle, with your small pinky held high and took a tiny sip, before placing it on the saucer and back on the table. “der see how fancy i was, dada! now oo try it pease!” you filled his teacup back up and looked at him with expectant eyes. he of course copied you exactly, lifting the saucer and cup with his pinkies lifted, then took the tiniest sip he could, “how was that princess? royalty approved?”

• you would have a tea party multiple times a week. it doesn’t bother eddie, he loves playing with you. he just doesn’t want to keep ruining your play dresses :(

“baby, i’m not saying we can’t play tea party, and ill wear the crown! i just don’t wanna keep ripping your pretty dresses, honey.” eddie frowned, trying to explain to his very pouty, teary eyed baby. you didn’t want to be a bad girl so you just nodded, sniffling and wiping your tears. eddie inwardly groaned, he grabbed the already ripped purple dress in one hand and scooped you up in the other. “okay how ‘bout i put on this one ok? it’s already got rips in it, you can help me fix it later and we’ll get dada dresses in his size, how’s that sound?” while he never, ever thought he’d go buy himself dresses in his life, the giggle and smile that came from you was totally worth it.

• that being said you have so many princess dresses and tiaras, wands, play jewelry. all of it. you have a whole dress up box full of princess dresses thank you goodwill

eddie walked through the thrift store, a pile of frilly dress in one hand and your tiny hand in the other. he felt you tugging on his arm every so often to get his attention, “oooh d- um eddie spaghetti wook” you mumbled quietly to him, fingers running along a pink and gold dress. he smiled and pulled you into his side, shoving his face into your neck to blow raspberries, “i see sweetie, wanna add it to the pile?” you giggled and nodded, shoving it into his hands before skipping off to the dressing room. everything fit great except for the last dress, which happened to be the beloved pink dress. you came out with a pout, drowning in the dress, “don fit,” :( eddie couldn’t have you being sad, that’s unacceptable. he took some safety pins off his jacket and pulled the dress tighter around you, pinning it in place. it was still kinda big, but have you the idea. “i’ll make it better princess, you can have your own fancy princess fitting, hmm?” you grin at him, “or dis one can be yours?”

• drink of choice is strawberry milk (or you favorite drink in little space) he would never let his baby handle hot drinks when so small and water is too boring

the eldest munson woke up to rummaging in his kitchen, padding out with furrowed brow he found his nephew pulling out every single box they had in the cupboard, eddie didn’t even bother turing around, only letting out a, “morning!” wayne just smiled, “good morning to you too, champ. uhh - what’re looking for there ?” eddie just let out an humm, not quite processing the question and continued digging. that’s when wayne looked up and saw a pitcher of milk with a spoon sitting in it, he realized what day it was, you were coming over to spend time with your dada (uncle wayne knows and supports bc he’s slay) he immediately knew what eddie was looking for, he pulled the pink and yellow container down from the top of the fridge. “she tried adding it to water last time you weren’t here, i put it out reach to avoid that again.” he laughed remembering your scrunched up face as soon as the potent water touched your tongue. eddie hugged and thanked his uncle before dumping a heap loud of the pink powder into the milk and aggressively mixing.

• gareth comes too of course, he stumbled upon you guys one day mid party, loosing his mind at his dungeon master and lead guitarist wearing a pink sparkly dress (in his size) and a tiara on his head, until you squealed and pulled him to join

the trailer door swung open and a boisterous laughter was heard, “garebear’s here!!!! yay!!!” you yelled and jumped up, ruining into the drummers arms. he immediately grabbed you and spun you in a circle, “wow! look at you, you look so pretty fairy!!” he gushed giving you kisses on your soft cheeks, “and so do you ed’s .” your dada just glared, making gareth laugh harder at the angry metal head trying to look intimidating in his sparkly dress. you clapped you hands, “oh he does?! doesn’t he! oo wan one too, garebear? gots lots of crowns!!” you were running off the the dress up box before he could answer, coming back with a tiara, clip on earrings with a matching necklace, and a tutu. grinning like the cheshire cat, he was ready to say no, until a steal toed boot came into contact with his shin, “ow- yea thank you fairy, of course i would like to play!” he smiled at you, letting you put the sparkly items on him. he just stated at the fluffy skirt for second before eddie spoke up, “put the dang tutu on emerson.” he pulled it on and flicked eddie in the head when you weren’t looking, making him lightly shove back. “dada!” he looked at you with big eyes, worried you saw that, “we gots to show em how to dwink it fancy!”

• your stuffies also attend, of course. in the proper attire because you have an amazing daddy with never ending skills

“dada can you pwetty pease gib pippa a cookie?” you asked oh so politely, with a large grin on your pretty face. “of course i can princess, does mr. sprinkles want one too?” he responded, putting a cookie on the small baby pink plate in front of your brown bunny, who was dress in her pretty pink and purple dress. you giggled and nodded, both of you knowing very well who was gonna eat those cookies in a matter of seconds. he smiled putting another cookies down, this time in front of you large white unicorn. “oo hab some too dada?” you grabbed a cookie reaching it out to eddie. he grabbed the cookie with his mouth, playfulling nibbling on your fingers, making you giggle and squeal. “why thank you my beautiful princess, that was delicious!” you happily flapped you hands and just continued your conversation with your stuffies, pouring them more “tea” and taking bites of the cookies on the plates. he just smiled to himself, he may be a rough and tough metal head but if his baby girl asks him to play princess’ and have a tea party with him, you better hand him a tiara.

a/n: i hope you liked this, sorry it’s a bit short. and sorry i haven’t written in forever, i just didn’t have motivation for awhile. i hope to work on jealous baby pt 2 some more cuz i’ve started it and i’m pretty excited abt how it’s gonna go!!

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Ok... hear me out. Clay with an autistic reader.

So like I don’t know what its like for other people who are autistic but I do kinda in a way but please do not get mad at me for not knowing or understanding it in some ways so feel free to correct me!

Let’s start?

Clay x y/n autistic!

“Okay baby I need to go help viva with the trolls and set up some new things as well, will you be okay hon?” Clay asked Y/n who was sitting on the ground tapping their pencil on the floor boards trying to figure out what else to add

“Mhm I will clay” they said focusing on why their drawing seems off before ripping it off and crumbling the paper up and starting on a new clean sheet

Clay then kneeled beside them taking their hand in his and softy stroking their cheek with his thumb “are you sure? I can always stay y/n” he asked softly

“Mhm I will” they said smiling up at him “okay do you know where your stuff is when you get overwhelmed?” He asked looking looking at them to make sure they will be okay on their own

“Mhm” they nod pointing to a shelf with their stuff on it “okay good ill get going now” he said kissing their head and walking out the door waving goodbye

Not even an hour later they heard loud nosies and singing, very loud singing (this is the part where poppy, branch and they others find clay and poppy and viva reunite)

Then it happened, trying to cover their ears while trying not to panic from all the noise that was overwhelming them, getting up to get their earmuffs to help block out the noise, looking for them on the shelf only to not find them,they fell on the ground screaming banging the palms of their hands on their head pulling their hair slightly from stress only to be wrapped up in their blanket and finding the earmuffs they were trying to find covering their ears and someone hugging them and playing with their hair to help calm them

“Shh your okay, I’m here” clay said in a soothing voice slowly removing their earmuffs slowly trying to not scare them only to be tackled to the ground with y/n clinging on to him not letting go as he got up to hold them chuckling a little

“Well this is a strange first meeting with clays lover” a tiny baby who was shinny said

“So y/n theses are my brothers!” Clay said pointing at a guy with goggles on his head who was smirking, a guy with purple slick back hair with the shinny baby in a baby holder on his stomach and a guy with grayish blueish hair who was waving at y/n, “hiii I’m poppy!!!!” A girl with pink hair and skin said out loud sticking out her hand only to see y/n hiding their face in the crook of clays neck making him chuckle warmly

“Y/n is really shy meeting new people so be careful with them” clay said making everyone nod as he stood there rubbing their back softly

Hiiii I hope you liked this, I’m sorry if it wasn’t good!

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^ prompt ^

(Title that ill do later)

Ship: Cardinal Copia/fem! Reader

Summary: after a summoning gone wrong, reader must spend the following weeks recovering with her cardinal

NSFW in future chapters

Cw: blood and injury, very brief mention of SA, established relationship, mentions of bloodplay (lmk if i need to add more tags)

"Tesoro, what has happened to you?"

The cloudiness of your mind slowly dissipates at the voice in front of you. It sounds... familar. You know this person, you're safe with them.

"satana all'inferno, you are covered head to toe!" The voice quietly continues, sounding more distressed than before. You try to speak up, to tell him that its not all yours, but you can't. The words catch in your throat, and all that comes out in a quiet groan.

As your mouth moves, you begin to focus on the stickiness coating your toungue. Its tangy, coppery, and thick. You know what it is.

You slowly turn to the side and spit out as much of the old, congealed blood as you can. How long had you been laying there? When you woke up, you thought it couldnt have been long, but as you stare at the mess in front of you, and around you, you realize it may have been longer than you'd thought.

Looking around, you realize where you are. You're near the edge of the abbeys forest, the trees around you thick, blocking any view of the exit of the forest. How you got out here you don't know. The only thing you remember from the day before was a pair of startlingly dark eyes, before pain envelopes the rest of your memory.

A gentle tap on your shoulder startles you back to the present. Your eyes meet the owner of the voice, your Copia, and everything seems to come back to you. The summoning gone wrong, Papa III telling you to run as far as you can, the sound of leaves and sticks crunching behind you as the ghoul grew closer. Your hand flies to the back of your throat, where they had bitten you. It was tender, sensitive, the touch bringing pain to not only the bite but all surrounding areas as well.

You clenched your teeth as you gently prodded at it. Somehow, it was still bleeding, though thankfully very slowly. You knew there were more marks, a collection of bites and scratches covered your body, visible theough the many rips and holes in the fabric of your habit, and for a brief moment fear clutched your chest at the idea of what may have happened after the initial bite, but it quickly dissipated as you realised there was no ache between your legs.

Finally, you give the Cardinal a shaky smile. Unfortunately, you can tell it does very little to calm him. Instead, he reaches forward and pulls the collar of your nearly-shredded habit to the side. The blood-soaked fabric sticks to your wound and you flinch away, letting out a pained whimper as you do. Your hand comes up to cover the bite, your eyes meeting his.

"Papa I... I thought i could get away but they were too fast. It's like one moment i was sure I'd make it far enough that i could lose them, and the next they had me!" Your voice shakes far more than you thought it would as you speak, but you continue, "I-I think i need to go to the infirmary?"

He nods and stands, reaching a hand down to help you stand. "Come Sister, I will take you now, can you walk?" He keep his hand in yours as you rise, bringing his other hand forward to steady you as you sway where you stand. He frowns at this and his worried eyes meet yours as you speak. "Im sure ill be fine, Papa." You mutter, though you don't sound confident. Which, you aren't, if youre being honest. The world feels like its titled, and every spot on your body hurts.

"I must disagree, Sorella, you are barely standing now, and im holding you up!" He exclaims, smiling for just a moment at her independence, before returning to a frown as he reaches forward. Before youre even aware of whats happening, he pulls you into your arms and lifts you bridal style, swiftly beginning the long trek back to the abbey.

"P-Papa!" You gasp, shakey fingers digging into the fabric of the Cardinals cassock. He merely hums in response, glancing down at you for less than a second before returning his eyes to the forest in front of him.

"I said i can walk" you state weakly. He simple shakes his head in response. "And I, as your Papa, as thenperson meant to protect you, judged that to be false, cara mia. You were swaying where you stood, you should not have to walk, especially not for a walk this long." He says, voice firm yet gentle, leaving no room for further argument.

You sigh and look down at your ruined habit, carefully pulling bits of favric away, cataloguing all the bites and bruises youre able to see. That ghoul really did a number on you, but theres one specific detail thats leaving you quite confused. Youre alive, and the ghoul is nowhere to he found. Why? Had they escaped? Are the running loose, hurting others? Or had something else pulled their attention? If so, what? Very very little will pull a newly summoned ghouls attention away from hot, fresh, meat and blood.

Copia had noticed your movement, watching as you explored the broken and bruised expanse of skin revealed beneath the remains strips of fabric. He grimaced at each new inch a marred skin, the smell of fresh blood from your wounds barely noticeable over the overwhelming stench of old blood. Normally, he'd love seeing you covered in blood. Normally he'd love watching it drip from your wounds. But this was different. You did not enjoy this, did not beg for it, pleading and whining at his feet for him make you scream. No. He did not like this blood, did not like that someone, something else had caused this blood to drip from your gorgeous skin.

His steps speed up, and he holds you tighter to your chest. With every step, relief replaces the very blood that runs through his veins. It seeps through his skin and into his muscles, overtaking his entire being. He has never felt anything quite as strongly as the relief he feels at see you alive, awake, and hopefully ok longterm. He had been so scared, watching you run, knowing there was nothing he could do in that moment to protect you.

Much like the relief he feels now. The panic and fear he'd felt the night before had taken over. His entire body was frozen in place as he watched the love of his life run. The frantic, terrified, look in her eyes will forever be burnt into his eyelids. He will never be free of it. Her eyes had, for just a moment, just a breath, met his. Her eyes begged for him to save her. Begged for him to move. But he couldn't. Not only because of the fear gripping his being and holding him still, but because he would simply be stopped. He knows this. Knows he wouldn't have been able to help. He knows he'd be held back, and he knows that even if he did manage to break free and reach you, he would no match for a feral, newly summoned ghoul.

And still, knowing everything he does, guilt wraps around his throat and squeezes. It mocks him with every step, every breath, every movement. He shouldve done something, anything.

As if you could hear his internal struggle, you look up at him with tired, pained eyes. But, as ge geld your gaze, he saw something more. He saw love, he saw thankfulness. He saw his beautiful Sister of Sin.

A quiet, barely-there, gasp escaped your lips as your gaze zeroed in on the tears streaming down his face. Sitting up as much as possible in his arms, you bring your hands up to cup his face. Your thumbs gently wipe the tears from his cheeks, while your lips kiss away the tears on his jaw and neck. "Don't cry, my love, please, Im ok, i promise"

That pulls a wet laugh from him and he raises an eyebrow in response. "I'd say youre far from ok, amate mia (gotta check this later, should be either my lover or my beloved but i cant remember) you are-" his voice catches jn his throat as more tears slip down his face, dampening your hands, not that you mind at all. "You are covered in wounds, that hardly screams 'ok'" he finishes, finally looking forward as the abbey comes into view. "We are almost there cara mia, soon the capable hands of the medical staff will take you from me. Do you promise to return to me in one piece?" Part of him means it as a joke, but another, much more fragile part, is entirely serious in his question. He needs you to say it. To say youll come back. He'd spent the entire night looking for you with a group of siblings, terrified that they would return empty handed, or worse, with a corpse. He cannot cannot stand to leave you again but he knows he will have to. He can only hope things will ho well.

"Of course i will Cardinal, ill always come back to you" you state, and theres something about the way you said it, the air of finality and fact that the words have as you speak them. He believes you, entirely. You will come back, you will be ok.