#setting and characters vise

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this might be a side effect of me watching fionna and cake today but steeplechase gives me a lot of adventure time vibes

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Hazbin Hotel Characters:

~Marriage proposals~

Warnings‼️: genderneutral!reader, established relationship, characterxreader, lots of fluff, Valentino existing, mentions of cannibals/cannibalism, possessive behavior, pet names used, mentions of divorce, some swearing.

A/N: How would the Hazbin hotel characters propose! I might do a vise versa, where reader proposes. But this one is the characters proposing to YOU. Enjoy~!

This is pretty long- I don’t know how to find word count, but if anyone wants more, drop a request :))

?Semi proofread?

Lucifer:

This man is a NERVOUS WRECK.

When he realizes he wants to marry you, he lowkey panics. Starts acting like you guys just now started dating.

He’s super anxious, trying to impress you, and prove that he’s good enough for you.

(Whether he’s trying to prove that to you, or himself, is up for debate.)

The two of you met on a whim. You didn’t really know it was the king of hell you were talking to when you first met.

How could this be the king?? He was so goofy. His playful demeanor immediately drew you in.

With even learning about how Lucifer was, it didn’t stop those fuzzy feelings towards him that bubbled in your chest.

It took him a long time to even get into a relationship with you, due to him being caught up in his past with Lillith.

But overtime, your affection is what gets him through the tough days.

He gets all flustered and embarrassed at your sweet gestures, trying to hide the fact that he’s realizing he wants you to always only be his.

As we know, he had a previous marriage and that commitment failed him before. He had a right to feel nervous of the subject that once bruised his soul.

But in his heart, he truly knows this is what he wants. He wants to spend his eternity with you if you allowed him to.

When the thought has finally settled, and he knows he’s ready to try marriage again, it doesn’t settle his nerves.

This has to be PERFECT-

He needs the perfect ring, the perfect setting, the perfect outfit. All of which he had easy access to, he is the king afterall.

Yet, nothing seems to be perfect enough. Nothing is enough, nothing he can think of matches how strong his feelings are for you.

Once he thinks he’s decided on what will be perfect, he ditches the idea to try and come up with something better.

He consults Charlie on this issue a lot. Including her in this is very important to him. He makes sure she’s comfortable with the idea of him being married to someone who wasn’t her mother.

Charlie is a bit put off by the idea, it’s strange to think about. She never thought of her father getting remarried, but the thought doesn’t necessary upset her. She’s more worried about history repeating itself.

Overall, she wants her father to be happy, and helps him prepare for the proposal in any way she can.

(Mostly moral support because this guy is in emotional turmoil over this.)

He’s in a constant inbetween of if this was the right thing to do. Was it too soon in your guys relationship? Was it too soon after his divorce? Would you even want to spend the rest of your damnation with the one who started it all?

With heavy encouragement and reassurance from Charlie, he finally has the guts to ask you the big question.

But….. when he takes you out on the date where he meant to propose…

He chickens out. (Or ducks out haha)

“It is quite beautiful tonight.. you know I love you, right?……. Good! Yeah-! U-Uh-.. oh my golly! Look at the time! How that darn old thing does fly-Haha! W-We should head home!- boy am I tired-!”

Rinse and repeat this process a handful of times.

You do start to get a bit skeptical of your partners behavior. You guys had been going on extremely fancy dates at least once a week.

And while you had no complaints on spending time with Lucifer, you did notice his strange behavior.

The way his mood would incline before your guys’ date, and then suddenly decline when it was over. Then having to take the rest of the week to heal his pride.

It was just a big rollercoaster of emotions. You were starting to worry you were the cause of his stress.

(I mean. Technically you were)

During one of his many attempts in asking you, he had already internally given up when he stumbled over his words in the middle of dinner.

Your date was coming to a close, and like clockwork, Lucifer’s chipper mood deteriorated.

His shoulders slumped, he was pouty, and dragging his feet on the way back to the castle.

Before the two of you can enter, you grab Lucifer’s hand, stopping him. He gives you a confused look, posture straightening to look at you.

You give him small pecks all over his face, in hopes to cheer him up from whatever was troubling him.

Your actions have the affect you were hoping for, as he laughs and steals your lips into his own, a wide smile on his face as he rests his hands on your waist.

His nerves seemed to dissipate as he felt an overwhelming sense of security and love for you.

His body was moving before his mind could keep up. The moment just felt right.

He pulls away from your shared embrace, reaching into his pocket, and getting down on one knee. He opens the ring box, revealing the glimmering jewelry within it.

You look at him in shock and he returns the same look, surprised at his own actions. Well there was no backing out of it now- (saY SOMETHING LUCIFER-)

It takes him a few seconds to recover from the shock and he’s tempted to just pretend to tie his shoe. But you knew his intentions and watched the nerves wrack their way up his body once again.

Before he can even speak, give a speech he had rehearsed probably a hundred times in front of his mirror, you say yes.

And the relief that washes over this man— the weight that lifted off his shoulders in that moment— felt amazing.

You bend down with him, smiling ear to ear and chuckling as you realized this is why he was so worked up the past couple months.

Tears fill Lucifer’s eyes as he slides the piece of jewelry onto your ring finger.

You kiss away the tears that slip down his face and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug.

His tattered heart feeling stitched back together that day.

Alastor:

We all know Alastor isn’t the biggest on romance.

He’s a true gentleman, of course, but public displays of affection and intimate relationships weren’t his cup of tea.

The two of you had know each other for years in the afterlife, yet it was only recently you had put a label on your relationship.

Falling for you was never part of his plan.

He first saw you as an prey, only a possible soul he could claim for his ongoing collection.

But your sickening sweetness unfortunately grew on him over time. He once wanted to take advantage of it, but he became too fond of you to corrupt it.

You moved from his prey to his acquaintance.

You lived in cannibal town where he would frequently visit.

You join the gossip sessions with him and Rosie, indulging in their banter. It starts by you just walking by and throwing a comment towards their conversation you were listening in to. Eventually you had your own designated seat at their table.

Rosie definitely saw the potential the connection you and Alastor had, so she subtly pushes the two of you to hang out more.

This leads to your relationship advancing from mere acquaintances to good friends. The transition quick due to Rosie’s persistence.

Anytime Alastor would visit cannibal town, he would make effort to pay you a visit. He just felt so drawn to your company.

His smile felt less strained, his body would relax, and he could do what he wanted while you served up some fresh pinkie fingers.

There would be occasions of Alastor realizing he’s dropped his guard around you, and he would be snippy and aggressive those days. In fear of going soft and losing his mojo.

The first time he did this scared you,

(I mean obviously, the mans body grows two-ten times in his demon form)

But after a talk with Rosie about it, you tried to be understanding. Instead of falling away or distant with Alastor after his little tantrums, you simply waited it out. When he was back to normal asking softly if he wanted to talk about it or move on.

It wasn’t clear to you when you guys really started being affectionate towards one another. It just kind of happened.

You knew Alastor to be a gentleman before formally meeting him. So him linking arms with you, kissing your knuckles, holding open doors was nothing new.

It seemed like everyone besides the two of you knew the true feelings you two had for each other before you guys did.

You were holding hands, seeing each other everyday, Alastor would give you his coat to borrow on colder days, etc. Just small sweet gestures the two of you would share.

It took an incredible amount of time for Alastor to come to terms with his feelings. He hadn’t done this before and had no control of what his heart wanted. It was scary.

Putting a label on what you guys had didn’t seem necessary. The two of you knew what you meant to each other in an unspoken agreement.

(Rosie did eventually pressure him to actually ask you out however. It was the gentleman’s thing to do)

(But enough backstory)

More often than not, Alastor found himself spending his nights with you. Not to leave until the morning or midday after.

The two of you practically lived together when the overlord wasn’t too busy with other matters.

We already went over how the two of you weren’t big on labels. It wasn’t until Rosie asked that Alastor had even thought about marriage.

“Sooo… when are you going to put a rock on your pretty thang’s finger?”

“Hm? I don’t think it’s necessary.”

“What?? You’re kidding right? That darling and you have been together ages! You wouldn’t want someone else swiping them away from you, right?”

“Hah! Never going to happen. Who in their right mind would try that?”

“…”

“You do know where we are, right?”

It had never occurred to the Radio demon before. You guys had made your relationship official of course. Anyone else who would try and court you and take you away from him would be simply insane.

But the thought wormed itself into his brain and flourished.

The thought of not knowing what you were doing 24/7. The thought of someone possibly stealing you away without his knowledge.

The thought of some undeserving sinner having their hands on what belonged to him.

It irked him.

After that conversation with Rosie, say goodbye to your privacy. You’re not going anywhere alone. He can’t risk someone even attempting to steal you away.

It was irritating how he was always tracking you, keeping a shadow with you at all times.

If someone even dared to hold open a door for you that wasn’t him or his shadow, he’d show up at your side in an instant.

It made you anxious and overall, you felt your partner didn’t trust you.

You did express these feelings to Alastor, but your words seemed to phase right through him. You had no idea what had gotten into him to make him (even more) protective.

You joined him in bed one night, as he was stilling up, enjoying a book with jazz music emitting from his aura.

You cuddle close to him, the feeling of fuzzy static that enveloped you a comforter for your slumber.

Before you can let yourself drift off to sleep, your partner closes his book with one hand, the loud thump making you jolt.

“Say darling, what do you think of marriage?”

The sudden ask has you dumbfounded, giving him a deer in headlights stare. (Hah-)

He had never even mentioned marriage before yet here he was now, smiling at you as he waited for your response.

You give honesty, telling him you never really thought of it yourself and you were surprised to hear the idea from him.

You did mention how the subject didn’t draw you away. You knew you loved Alastor with your entire soul. Your heart and soul were his without one of his binding contracts.

Once he hears your approval he snaps his fingers making one of his shadows appear, holding out his signature red coat to him. He reaches into the pocket of his jacket, fishing out what he desired.

He pulled out a small box and handed it to you, his shadow dismissing itself from the scene.

You give him a confused look, before gently opening the box. Your eyes meeting the small band inside.

Oh- he was serious?????

You give him a puzzled look, while he just tilts his head at you, silently asking ‘too soon?’

Your eyes continue to track from the ring, to him, back to the ring, then back to him.

Your hesitation comes off as denial to Alastor, so he reaches out to take the box back. Before he can even lay a finger on it, you pull it to your chest protectively.

You give him a glare for even having the audacity to try and take this away from you. Your actions make him chuckle and hold his hands up defensively.

You slip the band onto your ring finger. Once it’s perfectly snug onto your digit, you pull your partner close to you, peppering his lips with small pecks. Scolding him in between your kisses for being so nonchalant.

He simply chuckles against your affections, telling you the ring will be a reminder you are always his.

And you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Vox:

Vox is not one for settling down. No shot in hell.

Have you seen this man?? Holy hell take a chill pill.

A lot of Vox’s priorities lie with his work. He’s always pushing the boundaries of tech, eager to create something new and be on the face of it.

He never thought of dating. Being tied down to one person made him cringe. So the thought of marriage never even entered his system.

Then there was you of course. Messing up his plans.

How could he not fall for you? You were charming, beautiful, and down right too good for him.

(According to him.)

Your presence and the feelings you gave him made him feel threatened. He tried to put him a wall between the two of you, avoiding you at all costs.

But when he would look at his phone, seeing your icon pop up with messages to him. His fans would kick into gear, his cold heart ticking rapidly in his chest.

Yeah he had it BAD.

When you became a priority to him as well, it kind of threw a wrench in the balance of his schedule.

Yes he loves you but that fact scares him. He wasn’t exactly the safest demon to be around.

So he found it better that the two of you keep your relationship secret. Mostly spending early mornings and late nights with you.

It was difficult to manage. You wanted nothing more than to try hang out with your partner all day but he was always busy.

You would visit him at work, but on very rare occasion. You still owned your soul, which meant Valentino saw it as up for grabs, despite Vox’s warnings (threats) to not lay a finger on you.

As much as you enjoyed visiting your partner at work, you understood his reasonings for being uncomfortable with it.

Besides that, the chance of others seeing the two of you in public was way too high. You guys didn’t usually go on dates.

Your partner was more comfortable having you stay at home, having a double life without him. You lived with Vox, but outside of the time you two spent together, you had your own things going on.

Vox knew about it of course, he cares about you more than anything. He needs to know what’s going on at all times. And what you had going on outside of him was important to him.

He always has a screen pulled up in his monitor room while working. Just to see what you were up to.

The screen usually tracked a camera on you whenever you went out, it displayed your phone screen whenever it was in use, and showed your vitals on the bottom corner of the screen.

He didn’t trust the sinners that roamed these streets, rightfully so. Being able to track you gave him a source of comfort when he couldn’t always be around.

As mentioned before, going out on dates wasn’t really a thing. But Vox would usually clear up one day a month in his schedule. Just to spend the entire day with you.

(Of course he occasionally shuts down, checking how everything is going at V headquarters while he’s not around. Cant take this man entirely away from his work)

You’d spend those days cuddling, ordering in some takeout, and just catching up with each other. Getting in as much affection as you could.

The nights were soft and intimate. It was what you always looked forward to.

Vox had some things to do early morning on the day designated for the two of you. You did pout and complain to him, but he promised to be back as soon as he could.

Hours passed and you started to get a little bit peeved that your partner had yet to return home. Checking the time, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

You get dolled up, pack up a small container of snacks, and head to V’s headquarters.

Making your way through the crowd of demons and sinners. You head up the elevator, but it stops on Valentinos floor.

And with just your luck, the lustful demon is standing there, waiting to get on. When he sees your face, he grins wide and enters the elevator. Standing uncomfortably close.

He blows out his pink slut smoke into the small space, making you cringe and try to waft the stench away from you.

Valentino is touchy and that’s an understatement.

So when he bends down at your level, once again offering a job to you, your heart rate spikes.

Meanwhile, Vox is having a one sided argument with Velvette, the young overlord scolding him as she changed his outfit several times.

It wasn’t often Vox was used as a model for Velvette, but he had actually asked her ahead of time to design something special for you and him.

By ahead of time, he asked yesterday, not giving Velvette nearly enough time.

While he tuned out of his teammate reprimanding him, his watch buzzed, alerting him of your abnormal heart rate.

He gives a confused look, his screen going black for a second as he brought up his home security camera on his screen. When seeing you weren’t at the house, his eye twitched.

Where the hell did you go??

He was brought back, his face glitching in and out as he pulled out his phone, bringing up your location.

He saw how close you were and immediately thought the worst.

He zaps himself into the nearest camera, zipping through the electronics to find where you are.

Within a minute, he’s found you in the elevator, practically cornered by Valentino who was literally drooling on you.

The lights flicker in the elevator as it comes to a screeching halt. Cue your partner showing up with a crack of blue electricity, yanking Valentino away from you by the moth’s wing.

He puts himself in front of you, acting as a shield so you don’t have to be near Valentino’s poison.

“W̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚ḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝ǎ̴̯̀͠t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅ t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ f̵̢̻͈̫̬̻͔̘̞͈̆̇̍̈̌͊ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓c̵̛̥͊k̵̘̺̦͉͖̪̪͖͉͊̆̔́̈́̍̃̈́͒̂̑̀̚͜͝ d̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖͓͍͔͓̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅ y̶͔͗ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓ t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝k̵̘̺̦͉͖̪̪͖͉͊̆̔́̈́̍̃̈́͒̂̑̀̚͜͝ y̶͔͗ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓’r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ d̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖͓͍͔͓̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅi̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝ǧ̷̡̟̲̹̩̱͉̮̭͇͚̮̖̟̽̓͊̔̓̕??”

(What the fuck do you think you’re doing??)

Vox’s voice glitched out, muted TV static layering his voice as the fans whirled in the back of his head. In a desperate attempt to cool him down.

Valentino doesn’t give much of a reaction, putting his hands up in feigned innocence.

“𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒱𝑜𝓍𝓍𝒾𝑒! 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻-“

“You better watch your mouth.”

“𝒪𝒽𝒽, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃’𝓉 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝓉. 𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝑔 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒.”

Valentino speaks with sickening sarcasm. You look between the two, incredibly confused. Vox looks like he’s about to explode.

The lights flicker back on, and the door opens, Vox demanding his business partner leave.

The moth scowls at the both of you, before putting one set of hands on his hips, the other set of arms crossing across his chest. In the most sassy way possibly leave the two of you behind.

Vox waits for the elevator door to close before he can breath again. He’s muttering angrily to himself, one hand on either side of his screen as he tries not to blue screen.

You put your hand over his, his cold hand giving you a subtle shock of electricity as you touched him. You give him a concerned gaze, silently asking if he was okay.

Vox looks at you, shoulders relaxing just looking into your comforting eyes. Little bolts of electricity shoot out from the side of his screen as he tries to calm himself, his fans working overtime.

You set down the bag of treats you were bringing for him to hold his hands in your own. You give him a bright smile, concern not leaving your eyes.

You reassure him that whatever he had planned isn’t ruined. You could just pretend you didn’t know! You didn’t want this little run in to ruin your guys’ day.

You ramble on as he just stares at you, almost blankly, his screen fading from blue to a baby pink as he listened to you.

As you’re apologizing for causing trouble, he puts a hand up to stop your little speech.

He reaches into his pant pocket, pulling out a small halo shaped piece of jewelry. He holds your left hand in his own as he gets down on one knee in front of you.

I mean.. you knew he had a surprise planned, but seeing his actions didn’t fail to shock you.

He gives a little speech to you, stuttering and glitching over his words as he tries to explain himself.

For being a perfectionist overlord, this was one hell of a show.

He’s a blushing glitching mess, cursing to himself when he couldn’t find the exact words he wanted to say.

You grab the sides of his screen, looking him in the eyes and forcing him to meet your gaze. You’re saying yes before he can embarrass himself anymore.

He looks a bit shocked by your response, he can’t believe you said yes after that display he just put on. Before he can get the ring on your finger, he blue screens from shock and embarrassment.

You kind of chuckle and sit down beside your partner while you wait for him to reboot. Not like you could go anywhere with the elevator being stuck with the two of you inside. You do gently take the piece of jewlry, sliding it onto your finger and admiring its design.

Cuddling into Vox’s arm, you can’t help but smile brightly at the decorative piece snug on your ring finger.

It was perfect.

[cripplecharacters]

What might be a good way to design a wheelchair in a medieval fantasy setting? The issues being that it seems to generally be a no-no to make a walking chair with legs as a wheelchair replacement, and the fact that terrain in that kinda setting is not all that friendly to wheelchairs, with dirt/mud paths, cobblestones, etc.

Hello, thank you for your ask! Please note I’m not a historian, just someone who’s done a lot of research. If anyone on Tumblr wants to add anything they know about the subject that I didn’t cover, feel free!

I’m going to start with the terrain before I get into the wheelchairs, and to start, a wheelchair can definently get over dirt and cobblestone. Even back before paved roads people needed smooth roads in order to transport carts, and even Rome had very well maintained cobbled roads in 300 A.D. to make transport as efficient as possible. There are, of course, uneaven or poorly maintained cobblestone paths, and those would certainly be an issue. If your story takes place in an area with uneaven stone roads, I’d recommend looking into manual hiking wheelchairs for design inspiration. Dirt paths shouldn’t pose as much of an issue either, unless they’re like covered in roots, plants, mounds, etc, but a well traveled dirt path should be packed well enough to not be an issue. Mud can pose an issue, but even dirt roads with hard-packed dirt from heavy foot traffic should have much more shallow puddles and less loose mud than regular loose dirt would. If your character likes in a particularly wet/rainy area I’d recommend looking into beach wheelchairs and manual all-terrain wheelchairs. Otherwise, your character should be fine on ancient roads! Now, onto ancient chairs.

The medieval ages span quite a long time, from the 5th century A.D. to the 14th century, and wheelchairs have been being created for that entire time. While many other disability aids were also being used during that time, I’m going to focus on wheelchairs and wheeled aids so I don’t make this too long, and because that’s what was asked. A quick note is that the first self propelled wheelchair was made by a watchmaker named Stephan Farffler in 1655 [pictured below], so if you want your character(s) to be able to propel themselves you’re going to have to take some creative liberties. [Note: Stephan’s chair was probably very useful for getting over uneaven terrain, with its three wheels and low center of gravity making it harder to tip.]

Records show that Greece was one of the first countries to develop wheeled-aids. The first instance of the Greeks using something similar can be found on a vase from 530 B.C. depicting a child on a bed with wheels being taken outside. Now there isn’t much surviving evidence of ancient Greek mobility aids, but there have been Greek temples found with both stairs and ramps, which imply people were being wheeled into temples fairly often [source]. There have also been vases imagining Triptolemus on a wheeled chair since 400 B.C., though it seems like imaginative work rather than something accessible to the public considering the chair doesn’t look like it could stand upright? But then again I’m not a historian and it’s possible a wealthy disabled person at the time took inspiration for what their chair would look like, or vise versa.

The first record of a wheelchair in China is found on a stone carving from 525 A.D. showing a wealthy man in a custom chair. For those with less money, records show they had been using wheelbarrows to transport disabled people since 200 A.D., and this form was definently more common for the average person who didn’t have money for a custom chair. [I unfortunately couldn’t find artwork depicting someone being carried in a wheelbarrow during this time, every picture I found was from the 1900’s and sooner, but feel free to look them up for inspiration.]

Wheelbarrows were then brought from China to Europe in the 12th century and were also used to transport people, as well as having the design changed.

In 1595 King Phillip II of Spain received the first clearly recorded wheelchair after becoming bedridden with gout. Unlike the other chairs it had the ability to have a reclining headrest and adjustable footrest. This chair was definently designed more for confort than practicality, as the king probably wouldn't need to travel any unkept roads like a poor person would.

Wheelchairs developed way more during the 18-19th centuries, and you can always look there for ideas if you want your character to be more independent.

I hope this was all helpful!

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Doll House: A Jude Bellingham + Orginal Character Erotic Series.

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 10

Tori was in awe of Jude as she looked up at him, her hips tilted off the edge of the bed to create the perfect angle as he gripped the back of her thighs, pinning them so he could grind his cock into her with each sinful, measured roll of his hips.

Tori gazed up at Jude through hooded eyes, her body trembling under his powerful thrusts. She loved this view of him, his strong form looming over her, intense eyes dark with lust. His grip on her thighs sent delicious sparks through her nerves each time he drove his thick cock deep.

"Baby..." he purred, momentarily removing his hand from her left thigh so he could spank her teasingly on her pussy.

Tori gasped and arched her back as Jude's fingers smacked against her sensitive flesh, the sharp sting of pain mellowing into a delicious heat, as she let out a squeal her hips rocking to meet his powerful thrusts.

Jude groaned at the sound of her needy moan, his cock throbbing inside her tight heat. He could feel every gushy inch of her walls gripping him like a vice. "Fuck, you feel so good around me Tori. Such a perfect little pussy." He growled, punctuating his words with a deep grind.

Tori whimpered, her back bowing off the bed as he hit that spot inside her that made her mind go numb as she clawed at his back, raising her head so she could bite down on the warm, musky skin at the base of his throat. "Yes! It's yours, Jude." She babbled, lost to the all-consuming pleasure. Her thighs trembled and clenched around his waist as he pounded into her relentlessly.

Jude smirked, dark eyes blazing with carnal hunger as he drank in the debauched sight of her. Sweat-slicked skin, wild hair splayed on the sheets, full lips parted in breathy moans. His large hands slid up her body to cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipples. "That's right. This pussy belongs to me." He growled possessively.

Tori mewled, her body writhing beneath him as sparks of pleasure radiated from her nipples straight to her core. She could feel her climax building, her walls spasming around his cock. "Please, Jude...I'm so close." She whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.

Tori had long since handed the reigns of control back to Jude, all she wanted was to be consumed by him.

“Turn over,” he instructed feverishly against her lips.

Tori shivered as Jude's command sent a thrill through her, his dominant tone igniting a fresh wave of desire. She eagerly obeyed, rolling onto her stomach and lifting her hips for him.

Jude let out a strained groan as he eyed her entrance, slightly gaping as the reddened flesh glistened under the intimate lighting of his bedroom.

Tori arched her back and lifted her ass higher, presenting herself to Jude. She glanced back at him over her shoulder through a curtain of tousled dark hair, her caramel skin glowing in the low light. "Please baby, I need you," she whimpered, wiggling her hips enticingly.

Jude's self-control snapped at the erotic sight of Tori bent over, begging for his cock. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as he notched the thick head of his dick against her entrance. With one brutal thrust, he slammed balls deep into her.

Tori cried out, fingers scrabbling against the sheets as he stretched her open. "Fuck!" she gasped, both pleasure and pain sparking through her core as he filled her completely.

Jude set a remorseless pace, pounding into Tori's pussy with deep, long strokes. The nasty sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by her high, breathy cries of pleasure.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Tori babbled incoherently, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts.

She clenched around him like a silken vise, her walls fluttering as he tapped against her G-spot with every thrust. Jude groaned at the exquisite feeling, his balls drawing up tight. He could feel his release building, but he willed it back, determined to make Tori come first.

Leaning over Tori, Jude wrapped his large hand around her slender throat, applying a firm but careful pressure. "You're mine," he growled possessively, punctuating his words with a particularly deep thrust that made her gasp and shudder.

Tori's eyes rolled back at the dual stimulation, her pussy clenching rhythmically around Jude's pistoning cock. The slight edge of danger from his grip on her throat only heightened her pleasure. "Yes, yours," she whimpered, surrendering herself completely to his dominance.

Jude's other hand snaked down to rub tight circles over her clit, pushing her towards the edge. "Cum for me baby," he commanded, his voice a dark rumble in her ear. His hips never faltered, drilling into her with deep, powerful strokes.

Tori went completely numb to everything but Jude, every muscle in her body pulling taut as her climax approached. "I'm...I'm gonna cum!" she cried out, her walls starting to spasm.

"That's it, baby, let go," Jude purred, rubbing her clit harder. "Cum all over my dick."

Tori screeched, her body trembling on the verge of release. "Please Jude, I need..." she whimpered, her voice breaking off into a wordless cry as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clamped down rhythmically, gushing and quivering around his cock as she came hard.

Jude groaned, the feeling of her cumming on his dick nearly undoing him. "Fuck yes, Tori," he growled, beating into her spasming heat. He could feel his release building, his balls drawing up tight. With a few more deep thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural moan, spilling his seed into the condom he wore, his mind envisioning cumming deep inside her.

Tori shuddered through the aftershocks, utterly spent and satisfied. She collapsed onto the bed, Jude's softening cock slipping out of her with a gush of fluid. He lay down next to her, pulling her body into his arms.

Tori's eyes were wild and burning with lust as they met Jude's gaze. Her caramel skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, and her full lips parted as she panted from the intensity of her orgasm. She looked utterly debauched, hair messy and tangled across the pillow, her body marked with the evidence of their passion red imprints of his fingers on her hips, love bites blooming on her throat and breasts.

Jude drank in the sight of her, a deep sense of male satisfaction coursing through him. He had marked her, claimed her, and made her his in every way.

After that night of feverish passion in Jude's master bedroom, a few days passed before Tori and Jude would see one another again.

Their next reunion would be when Tori would accompany him to dinner in celebration of one of his teammate's wives.

When David, one of the more seasoned members of Real Madrid’s team, warmly invited Jude to his wife's birthday dinner, he casually inquired whether Jude would be bringing a plus one. Without hesitation, Jude's mind raced to thoughts of Tori, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he instantly replied with a resounding yes. The idea of sharing that special evening with her filled him with excitement and anticipation.

Though there were no official titles or definitions to clearly define their relationship, Jude yearned for her presence, within his world and surrounded by his people.

Tori sauntered around her apartment, her heels clicking against the hardwood floors as she made sure she had everything she needed.

After a night of celebration with Jude and his teammates, she was set to spend the weekend with the midfielder at his house.

Her bag was packed by the door, but she couldn't help the feeling that she was forgetting something as she gathered herself while waiting for Jude to arrive.

The anticipation in the air was electric, and Tori felt a thrill rush through her as she checked her reflection one last time in the mirror. She fluffed her long, dark hair, letting it cascade over her shoulders, framing her delicate features. The black dress she chose hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her waist and legs.

Tori's stomach flipped as her phone rang, the familiar tone startling her from her thoughts. She glanced at the screen and saw Jude's name lighting up. Her heart raced as she answered the call, a smile spreading across her face.

“Hey, beautiful,” Jude’s voice thrummed through the line, smooth and sultry. “I’m just pulling up. Can’t wait to see you.”

“Perfect timing,” Tori replied, her excitement bubbling over. “I’m all ready, I just need to grab my coat and bag and I’ll be right down.”

“Take your time, I’ll be waiting,” he said, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Tori quickly hung up, her heart fluttering in her chest as she breezed to her coat rack. She slipped on a sleek leather jacket that added an edge to her already stunning outfit. She grabbed her bag and took a final glance in the mirror, adjusting her hair one last time before heading out the door.

As she descended the stairs to the lobby, she could feel the alluring rhythm of anticipation in her veins. Spotting Jude standing outside, leaning against his sleek car, her breath caught in her throat. He looked undeniably handsome, radiating confidence as he surveyed his surroundings.

“Fuck,” Jude breathed as Tori approached, his eyes widening in appreciation. “You look incredible.”

The black dress that Tori wore, falling gracefully to her calves, seemed to hug her slender yet shapely figure as if it had been tailored just for her. The stretchy cotton fabric gently accentuated her curves, with her nipples subtly visible beneath the material.

Her hair flowed gracefully over one shoulder in soft, shimmering waves. The makeup on her face was delicate and ethereal, giving her skin a fresh, dewy glow that highlighted her natural beauty without overpowering it.

“Thank you,” Tori blushed as she made her way to him, feeling her pulse quicken under his intense gaze. He stepped forward, closing the gap between them, and pulled her into a warm embrace. The familiar scent of his cologne wrapped around her, sending shivers down her spine.

“You ready for a night out?” he asked, breaking the embrace but keeping his hands resting on her hips, a possessive grip that made her heart race.

“Absolutely,” she replied, grinning up at him.

“You met most of my teammates in Dubai, the rest are just as welcoming,” Jude assured her, his tone infused with excitement. “I’m really glad you’re coming; it means a lot to me.”

Tori’s heart soared at his words, knowing how much he valued her presence in his world. “I can’t wait to meet the rest of them,” she said, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.

“Can I take that?” Jude asked, nodding his head toward the weekend bag on her shoulder before holding out his hand for it.

Tori smiled, feeling a rush of warmth as she handed the bag over to him. “Thank you,” she said softly, feeling a sense of comfort in his strength.

Jude placed the bag in the trunk of his car before opening the passenger door for her. “After you,” he said with a charming grin. Tori slipped inside, her heart fluttering at the gesture. He climbed in beside her, and the moment he turned to face her, she felt the familiar spark between them ignite once more.

The car pulled away from the curb, and as they drove through the bustling streets, Tori couldn’t help but steal glances at Jude. He was focused on the road, but she could see the way his jaw tightened in concentration, the way his biceps flexed as he gripped the steering wheel. He was so captivating, and she felt a rush of gratitude to be sharing this moment with him.

As Jude drove smoothly through the winter evening air, Tori felt a sense of exhilaration build within her. The city lights flickered outside, casting playful shadows that danced across Jude's sharp features. She was excited about the night ahead, the promise of connection, camaraderie, and perhaps even more fiery moments once the party was over.

When they arrived outside of the restaurant, Jude helped Tori from the car before handing his keys to the valet and making their way inside.

Once inside the small and rather private entryway of the eatery, Jude's grip on Tori tightened, stopping her in her tracks.

“I haven't kissed you yet,” he murmured, hooking a finger beneath her chin so he could tilt her head as he leaned down and captured her lips with his, a soft yet possessive kiss that sent sparks of electricity coursing through her. His mouth moved against hers with a slow, deliberate intensity, making her forget the surroundings and lose herself completely in the moment. She responded instinctively, parting her lips to deepen the kiss, her hands finding their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

When they finally pulled away, breathless and slightly dazed, Tori’s heart raced at the way Jude looked at her—eyes dark with desire, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “Now, we can go,” he said with a hint of mischief.

When they parted lips, Jude led Tori further into the restaurant that had been hired out for the night to create a space of intimacy for arguably some of the most documented men in Spain.

As they entered the dining area, Tori was struck by the elegance surrounding her. The soft glow of candlelight reflected off the dark wooden tables, and the subtle hum of chatter mixed with clinking glasses filled the air. The atmosphere was vibrant yet intimate, making Tori feel both excited and a bit nervous.

Jude’s presence was grounding, though. He remained close, his hand lightly resting on the small of her back as they navigated through the crowd of well-dressed guests. She recognized several faces from their previous encounters, those of teammates and their partners, all mingling and enjoying the evening.

“Jude!” A boisterous voice called out, and they turned to find David approaching them, a broad smile on his face. He embraced Jude warmly before nodding towards Tori. “And you must be Tori,” he said as he turned to give his teammate a knowing smile of approval.

“That's right,” Tori replied, feeling a rush of warmth as David’s friendly demeanor eased her nerves.

“Good to finally meet you! Come, let me introduce you to my wife,” David continued, his tone genuinely welcoming as he ushered them deeper into the room.

As they stepped through the bustling restaurant, Tori could feel her pulse quickening. The warm laughter and clinking of glasses created an atmosphere buzzing with excitement, but one thought kept resurfacing in her mind—how would everyone perceive her, especially in the company of Jude and his accomplished teammates?

David skillfully navigated through the crowd, introducing Tori to various faces, each more charming than the last. The wives and girlfriends were equally welcoming, and Tori felt a sense of camaraderie blossom as they mingled, sharing anecdotes and laughter about their partners’ antics on and off the field.

Before long, David steered them towards a beautifully decorated table at the center of the room where a group of Jude's teammates had gathered. Jude’s presence beside her was a solid anchor, his confidence radiating and making her feel at ease.

Tori’s ease however was short-lived as she felt Jude tense up beside her, his hands around her waist tightening as a familiar voice cut through the laughter of the crowd.

“Look who finally decided to show up! And with a little companion too!” The voice dripped with playful sarcasm. Tori turned to see a striking woman with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes making her way towards them, her hips swaying provocatively with each step. It was Eliza, one of Jude’s earlier flings, a woman renowned for her boldness and flirtatious nature.

“Jude, darling! I was hoping to run into you. And who do we have here?” Eliza’s gaze flicked over Tori with an unimpressed flick, lingering on her outfit. “You brought her?” she said, a barely concealed smirk playing on her lips. “How quaint. So sweet of you to bring a date to a party. You must be filling the gaps in your schedule.”

Tori felt heat rise to her cheeks, biting the inside of her cheek to suppress any awkwardness flooding her system. She could feel the tension radiating from Jude beside her as he straightened, clearly displeased. “Eliza, just as charming as ever,” he remarked dryly, his tone laced with irritation but laced with a firm grip that reminded Tori he was there for her.

“Oh, come on,” she teased, stepping closer to Jude as she examined him with lustful eyes. “What’s wrong with a little fun? You usually like having fun with me.” It was a calculated jab, a tactic to insult and belittle without directly provoking.

“Eliza, relax,” Jude snapped, pulling Tori closer to his side, a protective instinct taking over as he looked down at her with an apologetic glint in his deep eyes. "This is Tori, I know you see her and I will not allow her to be disrespected by you or anyone else." His words were firm, the tension between him and Eliza palpable.

Tori felt a rush of warmth at Jude’s words, but the smug look on Eliza’s face didn’t disappear. “Nice to meet you, Tori. I hope you have a good night.” Eliza purred, eyes glinting with mischief.

Tori held Eliza’s gaze, her heart racing as she squared her shoulders. “Thank you, I intend to have a great time,” she replied, her voice steady. She could feel Jude’s presence beside her, a strong force that gave her the confidence to stand her ground.

Eliza’s lips curled into a smirk, an indicator that she found Tori's bravado amusing. “Oh, I’m sure you will. Just remember to keep up, darling. These boys can be quite... demanding.” Her tone dripped with condescension as she glanced back at Jude, a look of feigned innocence across her face.

“I kept up thus far,” Tori shot back, not backing down. “Haven't I?” she asked, gazing up at Jude as her eyes sparkled with lust, innuendo dripping from her words.

Jude's lips curled into a satisfied smile, clearly appreciating Tori's boldness. "You certainly have, and I expect nothing less from you tonight," he replied, his voice low and filled with an enticing promise. He turned to Eliza, his expression unyielding. "But let me make one thing abundantly clear—you are not going to continue whatever this is. This isn’t about you.”

The tension in the air thickened, but Tori felt a rush shoot through her at Jude's protective nature. She liked that he was willing to stand up for her, and it gave her a lift of confidence.

Eliza rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed at being dismissed by Jude, but her resolve was far from weakened as she turned on her heel and walked away, the cogs in her head already turning.

As Eliza sauntered off, Tori felt a swell of relief mixed with triumph. Jude’s strength beside her made her feel secure, and she loved that he was so effortlessly protective. She turned to him, her heart fluttering as she caught the heat in his gaze.

“Thank you for that,” Tori said, her voice soft, but filled with sincerity. “I appreciate it more than you know.”

Jude’s expression softened, the corners of his mouth lifting into a small smile. “You don’t need to thank me. I’m not going to let anyone disrespect you,” he replied, his eyes searching hers, all hints of playfulness gone.

And enjoy herself, as she intended to. With that moment behind them, Tori took a deep breath, feeling the energy of the gathering begin to envelop her as she and Jude found their seats.

Amid the lively chatter of the restaurant, Tori felt a renewed sense of confidence swirl within her. The tension with Eliza had dissipated, leaving space for fun and laughter. Jude's presence steadied her, grounded her, and she couldn’t help but smile at the way he kept stealing glances her way, his dark eyes glinting with admiration.

As the night progressed, delicious plates of food were passed around, accompanied by laughter and toasts. Jude remained attentive, his hand resting possessively on the back of Tori’s chair, and she felt cherished by his ease and comfort. She began to engage in conversations, sharing laughter over shared stories of Jude’s pranks on teammates and her own light-hearted revelations.

However, as the evening wore on, Tori could sense a shift in the atmosphere. Despite the laughter and merriment, Eliza's lingering presence overshadowed the night like a storm cloud. It was almost as if she had been lurking behind every corner, waiting for an opportunity to reinsert herself into the spotlight.

Tori tried to shake off the feeling, reminding herself that she was with Jude and that he was steadfastly by her side. Nonetheless, as the main course was being cleared, Eliza reappeared, sliding into the seat across from Jude.

“Mind if I join?” she chirped, her eyes sparkling with defiance, as if challenging Tori's newfound sense of belonging.

Jude opened his mouth, about to respond, but Tori felt a surge of bravery course through her. “Actually, we’re good,” she interjected, meeting Eliza’s gaze with unwavering resolve.

Eliza raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Oh, but I thought we could catch up Jude,” she said, a coy smile creeping onto her lips as she gestured to Tori with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Let’s not forget old times.”

The tension in the air thickened, Tori's heart pounding in her chest as she felt the challenge hanging between them. “Old times? Is that what you call it when you constantly throw yourself at him?” Tori retorted, unable to suppress her frustration.

Jude’s head snapped in Tori’s direction, surprise flickering across his face. Tori’s cheeks burned hot as she quickly added, “I mean, if you were truly friends, you’d respect the fact that he is with someone now.”

The smirk on Eliza’s face faltered slightly, but the glint of mischief remained. “Oh, sweetheart, I have no doubt he’s with you for now. Just don’t get too comfortable. You know how quickly things can change in this world,” she replied, infusing her tone with a patronizing air.

Tori felt the defenses around her heart rise. After everything Jude and she had built between them, after feeling secure in who she was to him, she wasn’t going to let Eliza's venomous statements ruin her night.

“Maybe you should take your own advice,” Tori said coolly, the words coming out sharper than she anticipated. “You don’t seem to be very good at keeping anyone in your life without trying to rile the atmosphere.”

The tension at the table reached new heights, Jude’s expression a mixture of admiration for Tori’s courage and frustration with his past entanglements. "That’s enough,” he said firmly, his voice low but resolute, and Tori felt a rush of warmth at his defense. He turned his gaze toward Eliza, the possessiveness in his tone palpable. “You don’t get to disrupt this, not tonight.”

Eliza opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by another teammate who had just joined their conversation, momentarily diverting attention away from the brewing conflict. Tori could feel the swirling uncertainty around her, amplified as laughter filled the moment, masking the tension.

As the night wore on, Tori tried her best to enjoy herself, but the earlier confrontation hovered in the back of her mind. She laughed and shared stories with Jude’s teammates, but Eliza's presence was unyielding, a shadow that followed them throughout the evening.

By the time dessert was served, Tori’s heart sank as she noticed that Eliza had rejoined them again, this time with her arm draped across Jude’s shoulders as if she belonged there. Tori tried her best to ignore it, to focus on enjoying the festivities, but her stomach twisted with unease.

“Jude, I’ve been reminiscing about those times at the club. Remember the wild parties?” Eliza’s voice cooed, enticing and provocative as she leaned closer to him, her hip brushing against his.

Tori fumed, the heat of betrayal coursing through her, but she held her tongue, not wanting to escalate a situation that Jude had been trying to keep under wraps. Instead, she put on a brave face and pushed her half-empty plate away from her, feeling the victorious rush draining.

Ultimately this was Jude’s life, the world pulled him in a million different directions and everyone wanted a piece of him and for the first time since their mini fall-out in Dubai a few weeks ago, Tori began to doubt herself and their situation.

Surely Eliza wasn't the only woman who felt as though she owned or was owed something by Jude. He was a celebrity, a football superstar, and being in the spotlight drew attention from every corner. Tori could feel the familiar knot of insecurity start to form in her stomach as she watched Eliza lean closer to Jude, her laughter ringing out like glittering glass, sharp and intoxicating.

Tori could see the way Jude tensed, aware of the subtlety in Eliza's attempts to reclaim his attention, and it only fueled her frustration. Every laugh and sideways glance shared between them felt like a needle poking at her doubts. Was this what she signed up for? Was she merely a passing phase for him?

Trying to shake off the negative thoughts, Tori forced herself to engage in conversation with the others at the table, but her attention kept drifting back to Eliza. Each time she caught a glimpse of the smirk on the blonde woman’s face, it felt like a weight pressing down on her.

Jude could sense the irritation in Tori's demeanor, the subtle shift in her energy as she tried to engage with the others. Eliza’s presence loomed like a dark cloud, and Jude was acutely aware of the tension building between the three of them. He glanced over at Tori, who was putting on a brave face, but he could see the way she clenched her jaw and how her bright eyes flickered with uncertainty.

"Why don't we grab a drink?" Jude suddenly suggested his voice firm as he stood, offering his hand to Tori. He needed to pull her away from Eliza's probing gaze, to remind her that she was the one he wanted to focus on tonight.

Tori looked up at him, relief washing over her as she slid her hand into his. "That sounds good," she said, her voice slightly more buoyant even as the unease lingered.

As they made their way to the bar, Jude leaned down to whisper in Tori's ear. "You don't have to worry about her. I want you, Tori. You're the one I brought here tonight for a reason."

Despite his words of reassurance, Tori couldn't see past her own thoughts, her insecurities clinging tightly as they walked away from the growing tension at the table. She could still feel Eliza's eyes on her, a piercing gaze that seemed to follow her every move. The intimate space between Jude and her felt fragile, and she fought to keep her composure as they approached the bar.

Jude sensed her unease but kept his expression warm as they reached the bar’s polished surface. "What do you want to drink?" he asked, his voice steady and inviting as he leaned closer, his presence providing the comfort she desperately craved.

"Something light, maybe a cocktail?" Tori replied, forcing a smile as she tried to shake off the storm brewing inside her mind. She hoped a few drinks would help her forget about Eliza's taunts and regain her confidence.

"How about a mojito?" Jude suggested, his eyes lighting up as he called over the bartender.

“Perfect.” Tori took a deep breath, trying to focus on the moment rather than the impending insecurities that threatened to overshadow her enjoyment of the evening.

As the bartender prepared their drinks, Jude turned to Tori, his expression shifting from playful to serious. “Listen, I know tonight’s been... a little awkward. But I need you to know that you have nothing to worry about. You’re the one I care about.”

Tori met his gaze, her heart fluttering at his sincerity. "I just feel like I’m competing with ghosts, Jude. I can’t see them all the time, but I know they are there."

“You’re not competing with anyone, Tori,” he said, his voice low and firm. “Eliza is just noise. You’re real and present.”

“It's not just Eliza, Jude you are you, the world wants you and honestly I don't know if I can compete with the world.” Jude's eyes softened as he processed her vulnerability, his grip on her hand tightening reassuringly.

“You don’t have to compete with anyone, Tori. I don't want that of you,” he insisted, the sincerity in his voice wrapping around her like a warm embrace.

Tori took a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts. She wanted to believe him, to trust that what they had was special. Yet, her mind wouldn't allow her to.

“It's not what you're asking of me Jude, it's what I feel,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jude’s expression turned serious, his thumb brushing across the back of her hand in a soothing gesture, despite the racing of his heart. “So what are you saying, Tori?”

“I don't know if I am the right girl for this,” Tori said, her voice trembling slightly as a lump formed in her throat. “I know we have something special between us, but I can’t help but feel like I’m just... waiting for this to all come crumbling down and that's no way to live. It's not fair to either of us.”

Jude's expression shifted, the warmth in his eyes replaced by a deep concern. He took a moment to absorb her words, understanding the gravity of her feelings.

He moved closer, his voice low and loving. "Tori, I don’t want you to feel that way. We’ve built something real together. I can’t control everyone else, but I can promise you that I’m here for you—actually here, not just physically, but emotionally too."

Tori searched his face, hoping to find enough reassurance to quell her fears. "But you’re a public figure, Jude. This is your world. I’m just a girl from... well, nothing compared to what you’re used to. You could have anyone you want.”

He shook his head, the intensity in his gaze undeterred by her doubts. “No, it’s you I want. I don’t care about anyone else. You make me feel something I’ve never felt before. So stop comparing yourself to anyone else, because, to me, there is no competition. It's just you and me.”

His words washed over her like a soothing balm, easing the tension in her muscles and silencing the nagging doubts in her mind. Tori nodded slowly, the weight of her insecurities lessening as the bartender finally placed their drinks in front of them.

“Cheers,” she said, raising her glass, her heart more at ease than before.

“Cheers.” Jude’s deep voice poured honey over her, his eyes locked onto hers as they clinked their glasses together and took sips of their drinks. The refreshing taste of mint and lime danced on her tongue, invigorating her spirit as laughter bubbled around them.

With each passing moment, she felt Jude’s unwavering presence anchoring her and rooted her in the now. They shared smiles and exchanged stories, slowly but surely pushing aside the tension from earlier.

However, as the evening progressed, she could still feel Eliza’s eyes roaming, waiting for an opportunity to disrupt the connection she and Jude were rekindling.

“Wanna step outside for a bit? Get some fresh air?” Jude suggested suddenly, clearly sensing her discomfort.

"Yes, please." Tori nodded with relief, eager to find a secluded moment away from prying eyes and pointed remarks.

As they exited the restaurant, the cool evening air greeted them, bringing a sense of clarity and calm. The distant sounds of laughter and celebration faded, replaced by the gentle rustle of wind through the trees and the quiet hum of the city surrounding them.

They strolled side by side, hands brushing occasionally before Jude finally intertwined his fingers with hers, a simple yet profound gesture that reaffirmed his commitment to her.

“What do you think of the dinner so far?” he asked, his voice casual as they walked towards a small outdoor seating area adorned with twinkling lights.

“It’s been okay, but I guess some moments have been more stressful than others,” she admitted, glancing up at him, grateful for the vulnerability he shared.

Jude’s expression softened, and he halted their movement, carefully turning her to face him. “Then let's get out of here.”

Tori looked up at him, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. “You want to leave?”

“Absolutely,” Jude replied, a hint of mischief playing at the corners of his lips. “I’d rather be somewhere we can actually enjoy each other’s company without distractions or interruptions. Enjoying a night out shouldn’t feel like an endurance test.”

Tori's heart swelled with gratitude and admiration for him. “You mean it?”

“Of course I do,” he said, sincerity radiating from him. “I just want to keep a smile on your face, I don't really care about anything else.”

[sscardinal7]

Green and Purple's dynamic is one of my favorites actually, because Purple despised Green and vise versa; Green could not stand Purple. Dare I protest that Purple hated Green the most out of the quintet?

From how I interpret it, It all boils down to their contrasting personalities, goals, and beliefs. The two share as many similarities as they do differences, and this brings an interesting duo and an enjoyable relationship as the outcome when finally acknowledged.

When basing Green off a surface-level characterization, he's practically this goody-two-shoes. Great at every obstacle he is up against; He is amazing at fighting, quite an architect, and amazing with animals. Skillful with his fishing rod, always running on his two legs, and has quite this interest in musicals. He is numerous, confident, and extravagant – just as much as he can be absurd, arrogant, self-centered, competitive, and honestly quite cocky and petty. Once he has his mind set to a specific goal, he will do whatever to achieve it. I can respect that!

But I do enjoy my favor on detailing and characteristics. It's up to you how you prefer to perceive it.

I feel as though it's worth crediting Green's forte in combat and parkour as a direct reflection of his established personality and traits. Of course, the entire friend group has this style of analysis sharply ingrained in them, Green isn’t some special guy that stands out in this media, but it's his analysis after all!

There is this defined parkour roll Green does. Officially called a "tumble.” this swift move is a practical cheat for fall damage. When done correctly, it prevents your knees from experiencing Hindenburg on a miniature scale. When not, yeah, your spine and shoulder blades are absolutely done for. Green is, of course, a master at parkour as much as he is cautious of his surroundings and environment with his key of detailing in mind.

He knows when it's appropriate to quit, but he isn’t at all accustomed towards giving up without a fight, or to give up at all. It's definitely not something in his wordstock. In some contexts it’s his strength and confidence depriving off based positive. In more sillier, unserious contexts, he’s just stubborn like that. He's a strong-willed stick. What else can I say?

He is aware of his traits of perfection, and he has absolutely no problem on outwardly flexing these skills. However, conflict rises when these traits become overwhelming. He gives himself way too much credit on validation and attention, and this later develops into an addiction to inevitable pleasure by satisfying those around him for his own ingain; to feel held high. (Influencer arc, baby!)

Don't think it's really Green avam if you don't bring up this utter bond he has with his friends. He really holds them high, and he greatly appreciates their presence. He has this deep, close relationship with each and every one of them, and it rather grows when keeping his specialty of seeing everyone right through their own bounds.

But of course, it’s due to this naturally observant trait that Green inhabits. This allows him to catch everyone off guard when confronted, and it especially comes in handy when up against.. unfortunate situations. But it always comes with good intent.

He just seems perfect, or at the least likable, no? Come on, he's great at just about everything, and he holds this deep love and care for everyone. He has much to go around. His overbearing demeanor is fun, his conflict on being a people-pleaser perfectly compliments his character, his flamboyance and gestures, it's no doubt on why he's quite the fan favorite within the community. It's no doubt on why he's considered "the best" by the AB team themselves.

…which admittedly, isn’t for everyone. Or more appropriately said, isn't particularly for someone in this context.

Purple as a character keeps strictly towards himself, never allowing anyone to tread past this invisible barrier he had set for himself due to this desensitization he developed from his household. Once he has a word of command set for him, he would do whatever to secure it. He really holds a figure of authority valuable, much over anything and everything else.

It’s just the greater influence on how he was raised, and it’s complicated to overcome that. Purple does not quit, he just strategically avoids disappointment.

And funnily enough, (but not at all surprising) he's incredibly anxious. Socially and physically. He is the definition of an awkward wreck if I can put it, but still holds this degree of confidence when finally opposed to a situation of battle. He won't allow his weaknesses to overshadow his favor of combat scenarios after all. That's just not him.

When overwhelmed with negatives, he has this tendency to run away, or to shrink in on himself - like an attempt to disappear from the scene entirely. And this isn't anything new, it's quite frequent and recurring from my standpoint.

Purple has a precise skill in acrobatics, and his elytra perfectly compliments his score. It's why he has such a catering interest towards it. Not at all that he's morally sucky at physical combat; he's incredibly well at combat, always possessing a boxer stance, but in a sense that he's just more keen towards that nice peck of "fresh air", to have just an ounce of control? Who wouldn't like flying around? It’s fun.

That being said, he was made to be a child of someone after all. Or maybe, just to be someone. To be apart of something, to be included?

And neglect is multifaceted, not cartoonishly obvious.

An inconsistency makes children subconsciously mark their caretaker as unreliable, someone who doesn’t meet those needs. It depends how the child perceives their environment overall. It plays a greater roll on how they handle these issues, and it reflects on their attachment style.

And It's normal to have different aspects of each quadrant. As the mind is beyond complex, it should only be the case that there are those who won't be beholden to only one attachment styles. When studying an individual, there are so many other factors or psychodynamic theories which may be applied.

Within Orchid—Purple's mom, an Inconsistency of being comforting and attuned towards absent in the next, Purple isn't certain on what to expect, and it shows in how he rather leans from clinging for security towards independency and keen on self-soothing. This stays pretty outward and prominent throughout the span of the series, but still quite implicit. It's definitely something worth noting when keeping references of Purple as a character, and Purple as a conflict.

And it isn't at all Orchid's fault. That's the most tragic bit for me. She was dealing with her own personal conflict, of course—not in the right headspace. While not wanting to demonize her, being a bystander is morally unjustifiable in these kinds of scenarios.

He never bothers to reach out in search of comfort within someone when distressed, nor is it his initial reaction. He doesn't really expect to be soothed. He self-loathes. Even with an embrace, it takes a bit to acknowledge it upon returning. It’s this independence, and in this context it’s much out of a negative light. Ultimately, he believed his parents' narrative as they're such influential people in his life; sabotaging his own potential from the very fear of failing. And it's quite a common trope if I'm being honest, but I still enjoy it regardless!

He really, really hates accountability, but he knows that it’s a necessity and that it’s the right thing to enact. He wants to do good, but his directions and beliefs overshadow his will to do so. Purple has a strong direction towards approval as it's the only other distraction presence he is familiarized with when up against grief. He avoids it, he huddles that sorrow deep into mind, doing whatever to suppress it.

His notions towards these views are a direct contrast of Green's own and everything he’s familiar with and stands for. He is just plainly not used to it.

Purple never refuses a scenario of combat, but only if it was beneficial for his will to earn validation. He just really seems to hate things that he considers "nonsensical" or an intervention of his chronology. It's just annoying, and it makes complete sense for it to be in his perspective. Once his surge of awkwardness from being confronted goes away, he’s more than ready to attack, and he isn’t afraid to do so. He doesn’t hesitate, and he knows when it’s explicitly okay to get serious.

It shows how he reacts and handles Red and Second. Completely 2v1, and he still managed to rock their shit! Just his dad's influence, like father like son am I right?

If you were to ask me, the set plan by King being interrupted was only to be expected and called for.

And it was Green to be that candidate of said interruption, and for me, that's as perfect as you can get towards setting up a conflicted relationship. And that intervention seems to really, stick to Purple.

With that out of the way, Purple, throughout the entire confrontation did not attempt to fight back, not once. His entire goal was to just break free from his grasp and carry out the plan, and Green was just a complete screw-up to this chain of work. He hates these types of people, who generally come off as burdensome and annoying. I mean, why wouldn't he be?

And Green was just as equally infuriated. Purple was nothing more than a coward who would run away from his consequences and do as he’s told. It’s just so not Green’s style or what he's familiarzed with, and it’s hard to become accustomed to those who are generally unlikable. People who don’t exactly try – epecially those who haven't done anything worthy of becoming exactly “likable.”

With such bothersome difficulty, it would make sense for it to be tough to see through Purple’s lens, especially when Green is someone who is essentially sheltered with no experience or knowledge than what he's conditioned to. But with that being said, it just.. isn't Green. Far from it, actually. Green isn’t keen on giving up. That's his style, after all. He wants to understand.

Hell, even when Purple was a presumably lost case, Green still continued on chasing after him. It’s just so.. Green. He’s stubborn but thoughtful. As upset as he is (and as he rightfully should be), he reaches out towards logical common sense when that rush washes over, and he steadily observes.

And in the perspective of Purple, he despises Green, or may I say it can potentially reek from a place of subconscious envy?

Green's relationship with his friends is pretty well highlighted in Purple's mindscape. He's actively aware of their status and bond towards each other, and possibly really did want to reach out towards that. He had a place to belong, a place to feel included. A community to belong. But with his personal conflict of longing validation from an authority figure surpassing his longing for a friend group, he completely discards them. He has his priorities and desires, and it really isn't anything new when studying trauma responses.

Green overal was a repeating highlight in Purple’s mindscape. He’s well aware of how observant he is, and this prompts a small somber moment between the two. Green acknowledges that there’s more to Purple than everyone takes him for. And as sweet as this trait is, it comes off as nothing but a mess to deal with on Purple’s end as he just wants to be left alone with his journey of affirmation, in which he believes he needed. (In which Green isn’t predisposed towards giving.)

Green directly held Purple back towards this accomplishment of his goal with his fishing rod in hand. As mentioned, I believe this was his final straw. King's betrayal better strengthening that proxy. And Purple has an eye of clarity towards that.

And when Purple is in his episode, he confesses everything. There's really nothing to lose when you have already lost so much. Is there? Or at least he thinks he did

While Green does sympathize with Purple's story and his own conflict of being perceived as a “good” or “bad” person because of his actions, he doesn't exactly affirm any of his values, but acknowledges that he still needs to work on himself, and instills in him hope on doing better.

Forgiveness is a broad topic in itself, stopping who he aided and looked up to can be a strong step on reforming a relationship with the gang from there. Though that wasn't the reasoning for Purple's last stand. He's simply endorsed it because he believes it's the right thing to do.

While Green can't exactly speak for his friends, he still offered that scenario and waved away that pressure of how he would be perceived and how he should perceive himself. To just not force such high expectations and standards on himself. That pressure sucks. It really doesn't have the best toll on him if you can't tell.

Not in a way that he's either of the two personas, not in a way that he's both, but that he just sort of.. exists. And that's okay. And with a caring group, he can begin to heal bit by bit on his own time and reflection.

And Green offers that very well-need comfort. Purple didn't reach out for it of course, but he accepted it and broke down nonetheless, and It's really sweet how the mini Green and Purple notes remain hugging compared to the rest of the gang until they are replaced by the actual embrace between the two.

And it can also be very possible that Green had to be held back by everyone while Purple went on to sacrifice himself considering their rearranged order. Animation error or not, however you chose to perceive it.

[kanmom51]

Jikook car drive to CT

I think that before I dive into the actual car ride I have to set a few things straight.

Did you guys notice they chose to ride together? Shock and awe...

Lmao.

Just a little stab for all those who were nitpicking at them back in 2021-23. Yeah, you's that were all about "but they don't ride in the same car anymore", or "they aren't addressing each other or reacting to each other on SM", or whatever other kind of insecurity for some or just outright malice from others.

JM and JK are the same JM and JK they were before the hiatus and solo paths. Same same. With adjustments having to be made to a new reality of not spending close to 24/7 together. Adjusting to their crazy busy solo work and schedules. Adjusting to learning how to be alone when you are used to not being, because your significant other is submerged in his work while you are not. With adjustments to not having ot7 as their protecting glass closet. When you are used to being together close to 24/7 and circumstances change and you can't anymore, as a couple you need to adjust to that new reality and sometimes it's harder on one of you than the other. Not because you don't love each other or need each other equally, but because you are different people and adjust differently to this new reality.

And in the reality of these 2 young men, well it has been apparent since the beginning of 2023 that JK was the one that was struggling most with these changes. I'd say that this is can be a huge clue to his neurodivergence.

When we look at these two young men, whom I believe to be 2 queer young men in a long term loving relationship, not only do we need to look at them within the context of them being in one of the biggest if not THE biggest band in the world right now, living in a still mostly homophobic society and at the time were looking at enlisting for their 18 month military service, a military that still outlaws sexual relations between men.

This has to be understood while looking at Jikook throughout the years and in 2021-2023, things changing after creation of Hybe, going public, trying to buy out SM and the whole saga with MHJ (which was going on since Oct 2022 behind the scenes).

That's a good starting point understanding them in 2023 and going into watching Are you sure?

But that's not all.

There's more.

Seeing some of the reactions, comments, posts I feel the need to say this as well:

JM and JK are human beings.

They aren't characters in a drama.

This isn't The Bold and the Beautiful, JK not Ridge and JM not Brooke or vise versa (seriously, just picked the parallels because of the current hair colours). They weren't married and divorced ending up with others and then married again and divorced and with others and just going on and on and on. Ups and downs, ins and outs, together and parted. This is real life, not a TV show. Not only would their love not last that (and they clearly love each other), their interactions, their dynamics wouldn't just stay the same same. Not to mention what it would have done to the band and their own relationships with the others. They wouldn't survive it nor would the band. So don't create drama where there isn't is what I say.

What I see is a pretty much levelled long term couple. With relationship bumps in the road, adjustments, frustrations, moods.

I also see 2 queer young men who due to the reality of 2023 have close to zero camera time in one frame. And it shows.

But mainly I see LOTS AND LOTS OF LOVE FOR EACH OTHER.

On top of that I see both of them feeling physically unwell. Poor JM with his stomach issues and bursting pipe (yes I just said that, lol), and JK who has been ill for days, had to go to the hospital for treatment before his solo debut performance, for that performance to be fucked up by the weather. Man was definitley still unwell the whole time constantly sniffling and coughing. And JM worrying about JK's health is another indicator as to it not being nothing.

Bottom line: these are real life people with their own different characteristics, feelings, stress, anxiety, illnesses and the runs.

Not that they didn't know there will be cameras, they were well aware of it, but looks like JM was initially a little shocked to see just how many of them.

Even with the cameras and initial apparent awkwardness, not with each other, but with the whole "it's just the two of us on camera together, no other members to buffer", they are at ease with each other, smiling and giggling.

And even with the cameras and that on one hand need to say things but on the other need to still be wary of what you say and not to say too much - something they are expert at, even if it's been a while and takes them a bit to get back on the wagon with. Even with that they go back to that very jikooky type of formal - informal interaction with each other, JK 'forgetting' JM is the hyung out of the two (like I said, same same).

We have JM's cheeky comment about spooning JK if he's cold, one he insisted on implementing that same night. Mics on, cameras obviously on, but us not allowed to see a thing (and I will talk about this in another post - the whole "if there's nothing to hide how come we didn't get to see one of the apparently funniest moments of the trip, one that the the two and those around them couldn't shut up about?" (phew, that was a long question).

We also get a cute JM looking out for JK's health turning on the heat in the car, turning on his seat heater (without JK knowing about it, lol).

As a whole, those two in the car sounded like an old married couple. I was watching laughing the whole time, the whole thing feeling too familiar, lol.

But I know what you are all waiting for.

More so those that love to question their relationship.

Let's get on and discuss the car convo some are stressing over.

This:

But wait.

Before I talk about it, there's one more word I want to mention.

CONTEXT.

Context is EVERYTHING.

We all know that, right?

And what is the important context here?

Well, first of, this is all in front of the cameras.

Secondly, we ALL KNOW that even with their crazy schedules JM and JK DID GET TO SEE EACH OTHER in those months counting up to this trip, in private, just the two of them.

We know from them that they were together drinking the night before Hobi's enlistment, for example. We know JM was at JK's before JM left for London end of May, JK 'complaining' about having to change the way JM adjusted the mood lamp. We know they are the closest duo in the group, but beyond that, those two are just super close. We know that JK went live basically every time JM left for overseas and was overjoyed when JM showed up in his comments (including his comments during the mukbang live and perhaps coming over after he finished his schedule). This is before this trip. Let's not mention (or maybe let's) the flirt-fest we got in the JK in bed live that came shortly after this trip.

One other huge thing we seem to forget is that:

This is an edited product we are seeing.

Not a live discussion.

And even if it looks like the conversation is somewhat flowing, when you look really closely you see that there are cuts cuts cuts. Some might just be change of camera angle, others are real cuts where you can see that whatever was said was not said at the same time as a flowing conversation.

So, if you look carefully you will see that the first part of the discussion and the part where JM brings up V are not exactly in one flow. That there is a cut between what JK says, and we will get to that, don't fret, and when JM brings up him facetiming with V and what follows.

The start of it is also not clear. If what JM says about not going somewhere together in a while is the start of the flow of conversation, then the clip they are showing us of them in the car driving in the streets of NY is not connected to that, because the conversation continues when they are already out of town. 2 possibilities here. Either that was the start of the convo and for some reason they decided to show the car driving in NY even though the convo happened with them out of the city already. Or, once again, my point that maybe the convo isn't in one flow - even that first part of it. That JM did say what he said when they were still in the city and then their conversation following was edited in a way that we didn't get much of it until they were already out of the city and JK says what he says.

Reason I bring this up is again to emphasize the fact that as much as we are let in, we are still getting an edited product.

You know, same edited product that cuts out their flirty playful bedtime toothbrushing session.

I also want to bring this up, because I basically agree with much of what @shellbells-things the importance of them needing that getaway together (in this post):

This was written with the official translations in mind.

But you see, this is not what JK said.

The actual translation is basically JK calling out JM for not seeking him out enough!!!

And we also have this from @haedalkoo (thanks you for this post💜):

And why does it matter? Why do these different translations matter? Because they tell us a totally different story.

In the first you have JK saying that when one of them is busy, even though the other is not, he does not tend to call/reach out to the one that is busy. Basically this could be read as them not making an effort to contact the other even when they had time on their hands to do so. And perhaps that is why there are people up in arms about this, although my take of it is that even if this was the correct translation, which it is not, that understanding, that conclusion, would have been a very superficial one, disregarding the context of those two, who they are, where they are and what they are doing, as mentioned above.

In the other, what seems to be the more accurate translation, we have a salty boyfriend complaining about his partner not reaching out to him when he's busy, but also not reaching out to him when JK is busy, even if JM is not as busy.

"Your busy you don't seek me out, your not busy you don't seek me out"...

Now let's look at what JK said within the context of it all.

This isn't about them not seeing each other, not being in touch at all. Being estranged. Losing contact. Like so many want it to be about, given that would be so much more dramatic and 'interesting'.

This is about it not being enough for JK.

Enough being the key word.

JM and JK are different. They are both highly driven, and when JK has a JM by his side, said JM is a catalyst and has JK as driven as him. But you see, they weren't together. JM, being the workaholic that he is, highly driven with his work, having to give not 100% but 1000%, could easily lose himself in that work. And as much as he loves JK, or perhaps even more so because he's crazy about him, he can't have him around as a distraction. So, in a sense, when he works he can get lost in that work and that leaves little "free" time to spend with the person he loves, the person that loves him, the person that needs him. Same person that was REALLY struggling at the start of 2023 while JM was too absent. Again, that does not mean that JM was not spending time with JK. It was just not enough. Especially while JK was sort of lost at that point in a sense that he had no clear path set for himself. JK is different in the sense that JM is kind of his blankie, his anchor, his safe place. He needs JM around even when he is up to nothing (see JM's "he comes to my room to lie on my bed and do nothing" from the LA live 2021). And having him around is a need. Do we remember crying JK at the end of his lives on White day 2023. Heart wrenching. And again, it's not that JM doesn't need JK, he does, but a. his need is different to JK's, and b. JM was super busy at the time while JK was doing basically nothing.

And when JK was busy, well I'm guessing that JM was giving him the space he thought JK needed to work. But obviously this wasn't what JK wanted.

This saltiness is all coming from the same person that says he doesn't answer his phone calls or reply to texts. The person that JM complained when he doesn't answer his calls. With all that he still needed JM to reach out. He needed to know that JM is thinking about him.

This conversation isn't about them not seeing each other. It's about not seeing each other enough. It's about JM not seeking JK out as much as JK needed him to. And it's about them not being able, for whichever reasons (exterior or self inflicted) to do exactly this. Be out and about together. The two of them. This is exactly what you do in a healthy long term relationship. You talk. You are open. You tell your partner how you feel and what you need.

And you know what JK sounded like to me?

He reminded me of this JK:

The JK that even though he had already scolded JM he couldn't just let it go. That even though JM apologized several times and explained himself, he just couldn't let it go because it was weighing on him, that choice that he felt JM made.

And I know, I just know, that this conversation we got in the car was not a one of. That "Your here. Finally" we got from him at the end...

He needed this to happen, for JM to make this happen.

I will also add, even though I cannot go into too much detail at this point, that I feel that the : "You're here. Finally", has so much more sub context to it within the way they had both handled 2022-23 and that adjustment to the new reality. Not about it being easier for one over the other, but more so about how they handled this "apartness" that was kind of forced on them.

Anyway, that "finally", that was it for me. Seeing. No. Feeling how this was weighing on JK. Feeling just how important this was for him. JM making that effort and showing up for him like he did.

I hope that I have managed to get the message through. I will drill it in with my three keywords to this post:

COUPLE

CONTEXT

ENOUGH

I will end this by saying this:

Read that convo as you will, see those two as you will. At the end of the day not only did they CHOOSE to do this again and again (even with the little time they still had with their crazy schedules and upcoming enlistment). Not only did JK say he wanted to keep going with this until they are 50 years old. But they also CHOSE to enlist together. To be TOGETHER for those 18 months of military service. CHOOSING to do so knowing that meant a harder service and placement.

At the end of the day they CHOSE EACH OTHER.

And they will keep on doing so!!!

[newkatzkafe2023]

Monkeys meet Popeye reader?

I'm Yn the sailor Gal🎵 Toot Toot!!⛵️

(Lmk Wukong) Awww your were an unusual but adorable little monkey sailor. You were kind to everyone and always open to helping others around you, he met you at pigsy's noodles shop where you helping Mk lift up a tilted vegetable cart. Wukong thought you were super kind and really intelligent and he enjoyed spending time with and chatting with you. Then one day you heard mk and Wukong had gotten into some trouble so you ran off to help the two boys, of course Mk tried to tell you he got it under control. However you confused them when you pulled out a can of spinach out of your cleavage, and ate it making them wonder what good would that do....until they saw what it did for you. Soo you were buff like you could rip though those guys like tissue paper making the bad guys wimper😨 meanwhile mk was dumbfounded while Wukong sat on his cloud like a dummy drooling mouth agape.

(NR Wukong) You both, of course, met in a nightclub, your best friend Olive Oyl said you needed to get out more and break you out of your shell. You both had recently move to donghai city and you were still on the fence about introducing yourself to anybody. That's when she dragged you to the nightclub where you both met Li and Su, the four of you hit it off as you quickly felt comfortable around the two. Eventually you did meet Wukong who was a little to all over the place for your liking, but he was a funny character so it's not so bad. Just when Wukong was gonna teach them a very painful lesson you had beat him to it as you pulled out a can of spinach from your breast area and chug that thing like it was a beer. That's when your biceps bulged right out of your party dress, and were your fist aways that big. As Wukong watched you elbow job all of those thugs he wonders one thing......WHAT THE HELL IS IN THAT SPINACH STERIODS!?!?!?!........also would you one day beat him up like that🤤🤤 ok that's two questions.....😮‍💨

(MKR Wukong) He didn't think much of you at all and vise versa for you as well. You were kind of a Hothead yourself so it was semi-easy for Wukong to mess with you or set you off. Your a traveler yourself heading to the west to visit your friend Olive Oyl and baby sweet pea, so you follow the pilgrims sense your all going in the same direction. Your often exchange sarcastic remarks and witty comebacks whenever Wukong would try to start something with you, but you ignored him pissing him off at best. Though one day the monk was kidnapped and Wukong ran after him along with you, he was just about ready to beat them all up until he found you eating spinach. Once you swallowed your body grew taller and Muscular and let me tell you Wukong's face was red and he was bamboozled. You made very quick work of those bandits and bend them into pretzels, making Wukong's other staff rise for a very different battle a hot women who could beat him up at anytime. Meanwhile, Fruity is considering eating spinach for now on😯.

(HIB Wukong) You met Wukong when Luier and Silly girl crashed into you, you had volunteered to babysit sweet pea for a few hours until Olve Oyl got back from the market. You were a bit upset with the children but only scolded them lightly, and that's when you met Wukong. You thought he was super handsome but felt he wouldn't ever go for a gal like you, meanwhile Wukong face was red cause of the cute sailor monkey gal but he felt you wouldn't got for him. Eventually you both decide to go out on a date together to a small tea shop, and it actually went well as you both have a few things in common. However that's when you both harassed by some thieves and Wukong was pissed because things were going so well, that was until you took out some spinach. To say Wukong was shocked and dumbfounded was a severe understatement as he watched a muscular you lay waste to the people who harassed you both. Man this was secretly hot to him, and you were embarrassed and you would apologize to him for your outburst, if he was busy making out with you on the first date🤗.

(Netflix Wukong) You Two met when he was doing his killing 1000 demons challenge, and well, you're worried he would get himself killed. You and Wukong tend to have a relationship that was similar to popeye and bluto's rivalry. Wukong was always so overconfident and boastful about his powers and skills, as you rolled your eyes at him but would secretly smirk at him. That's when you both ran into a surprisingly strong demon that Wukong began to struggle with, you got nervous for him as you got your spinach ready. Wukong kelp telling you that he had it under control, but you had busted out your emergency spinach and ate it. Wukong's mind was blown when you got buff out of nowhere, and beat the crap out of the demon that messed with your monkey man as Wukong watched with a giant blush on his face.

(BMW Wukong) MAN HE IS A PAIN IN YOUR ASS, like if you're popeye, then he's your Bluto. He's a loud, obnoxious, crude, annoying brute who likes to bother you on a daily basis. You always wondered why Wukong liked to mess with you out of all people, especially when he has Erlang and the celestial heavens to be a nuisance for, but nope, he likes to bother you instead. However, one day, Wukong came to bother you again when he saw some random demons bandits harassing you for money, and Wukong was gonna head down there to regulate them. Until he saw you pull out a jar of some green stuff, he remembers that you're a spinach farmer, on top of being a sailor, but he's confused about what it's gonna do for you. BOI the SECOND ate that whole jar you were suddenly Ripped with biceps and all making Wukong's jaw dropped in shock as he sat on his cloud as he watched you wail on those demons clowns like nothing. While having a raging boner, he's wondering two things, what the hell is in that spinach, and if your currently single😳.

(Destined one) You and the Destined one go together like expresso coffee and conspiracy theories🥰 You were so kind and loyal to him on his journey and always providing support and help along the way. You both knew each other for a long time and he even purposed to you. You both were off to tell your friend Olive Oyl and Bajie about the newfound engagement, when Erlang came by to fight the Destined one again....😒 You were quick to push the Destined one behind you as you pulled our a jar of spinach. This made Erlang laugh and taunt you making the Destined one furious but you were eating your spinach until something that blew both the men's minds, you were taller, buffer, and way stronger you would were ready to beat some celestial ass and that's exactly what you did😈 Meanwhile the Destined one has never been so deep in love in his life.

(Lotmk Wukong) Your fierce protectiveness and loyalty are what won Wukong's heart in the first place. You were always by his side making sure to defend Wukong bless his nieve heart and endlessly kind demeanor. Wukong loved you with everything he had as he's never been so taken care of before, especially by a beautiful sailor monkey like you. Which is what leads us to here as Bandits tried to rob you guys in the dirt road, Wukong of course pushed you and the monk behind him and few into actions. However you were scared for your little hubby so you pulled a jar of spinach out of your dress and chug that down, making the men confused until they got a look at your big guns. Like seriously your dress sleeves ripped from your growing biceps and ran to beat the snot of of some weak ass bandits. Meanwhile the pilgrims were wondering what the hell was in your jar and Wukong was having some unusual awakenings🫢

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The explanation for Lila’s several moms that zoe-oneesama came up with in Scarlet Lady’s Episode 52 Part 7 Bonus is one that I’ve officially adopted into my brainstorming for stories that still include those characters instead of wipe the plot point entirely, especially since the writers couldn’t be bothered to at least explain how Lila’s bio dad plays into all the craziness (or confirm if it was just a donor situation) much less make the several moms thing actually make sense, though that’s probably for the better considering their track record with dads. “That sure was a mystery that didn't need solving” WELL I SURE APPRECIATE YOU SOLVING IT, ZOE, ‘CAUSE IT SURE NEEDED TO BE!! One of the most EYEROLL-WORTHY, unnecessary things canon has done to attempt making any character seem smarter than they actually are, good grief. Speaking of which, how would you have canon!Lila’s personality and shtick actually work with the rendition of her family shown in that SL bonus image from the get-go?

For those who don't read the comic, the solution is pretty simple: Lila has divorced parents leading to two step-moms and one biomom. This setup actually works pretty well for a manipulator. Not on the nonsense scale that we get in the final few episodes of the season where Lila is revealed to have multiple identities, but on the small scale we all assumed Lila was working on for most of the show.

Lila's 14, old enough for some independence, which means that she's able to do things like telling the first set of parents that she's at the second set's house and vise versa, allowing Lila to run around doing shit without her parents knowing. This is extra true if one or both sets of parents travel a lot and both sets believe Lila when she says, "Oh, that's fine, set A will be home that well, so I'll just stay with them."

It actually makes things like her skipping school make more sense if she's doing it by jumping between homes. Same goes for her weird secret lair. Easier to set that up if everyone thinks you're home safe and sound. Divorced parents is just generally a really good route to go for a manipulative teen.

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More TADC Headcanons:

I’m tired, stressed, and sleep deprived. I have some more Headcanons, plus some other ships for fun.

FunnyBunny

Physical touch: Pomni doesn’t like physical touch, and Jax is rather awkward when it comes to it. So it takes them a while for a simple hug, but they usually settle for hand holding and cheek kisses. Overtime Pomni does become a little more comfortable, in the form of letting Jax rest his body on her. When Jax becomes comfortable, he’ll just walk up to Pomni and hug her, he’d do this for attention or out of boredom.

Pomni likes it when Jax just holds her and they sit in silence. Which devolves into Jax annoying her and trying to get her attention. (by poking her and saying her name over and over.)

Their memories of their past lives is foggy, but one of their pastimes is just talking about it.

It takes Jax a while to speak about his past, but he does remember having a mother and sister. His father is rather spotty, but he does remember seeing someone that looked like a man. His sister used to be a jokester and would encourage him to do pranks with her. They would usually do them on their mother, harmless pranks.

While Pomni only remembers a boring desk, dull empty streets, and a cold apartment. That she used to be a coder that would fix the mistakes of others. Nothing more than that, she sort of misses that life.

After a while, Jax will just rest his body on Pomni.

If he wants to be really annoying, he’d lean his body weight on her to make Pomni struggle holding him up.

Is kids a possibility?

I believe it would be a possibility, but in the circus the characters can’t have kids. So that would be a no, however Pomni thought about it at one point in her life. While Jax, never particularly cared or wanted to be a father.

What would happen if they did have a kid? Such as adoption through a sentient NPC or a new character?

That would be interesting, the child in question would be attached to Pomni first. Despite being an anxious person, she does like kids and would do everything in her power to make sure they were comfortable. As for Jax, he would distance himself, not wanting to interact out of fear of saying something wrong.

Marriage: This would be a few years down the line, they wouldn’t even think about it until Zooble brings it up.

This prompts Caine to throw an over the top wedding celebration, overwhelming the couple, they don’t like large affiars. Caine would switch to something quick and quiet. As Jax and Pomni would want it to be quick and meaningful.

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In this au, after the Spudy’s adventure Caine allows Gumigoo to stay in the circus. He will be the only NPC to stay.

Ragatha happily welcomes Gumigoo in her usually welcoming demeanor. Which makes him a bit bashful.

Like Pomni, Ragatha makes sure Gumigoo adjusts to the circus and shows him around. Even to his room that Caine makes for him specifically.

His room is styled like his home map with a bit of his bandit style to it.

Gumigoo usually asks Ragatha about certain things in the circus. And hangs out with her and Pomni the most.

Since Gumigoo is an NPC he learns that all of those in the circus had lives before.

Ragatha explains to Gumigoo she used to volunteer worker. Worked closely with kids and she thinks she was a mother at one point. But that memory is hazy, however, sometimes she does hear the words ‘mama’ echo in her mind.

Gumigoo tried to teach Ragatha how to shoot a pistol, though this resulted in Ragatha flinching. She’s not the biggest fan of loud noises so he drops it after that.

Ragatha appreciates Gumigoo’s straight man attitude, it’s especially nice to see it go up against Jax’s personality.

They eventually develop a mutual respect for each other and become really good friends.

This does develop later on, definitely crushes.

When Gumigoo gets a crush on Ragatha and vise versa, the both of them go to Pomni about it.

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Gangle loves to draw Zooble, usually in scenery settings. Because she thinks they would look pretty in those settings.

Gangle is the only one who goes into Zooble’s room. If anything she’s the only one they’ll allow into her room.

Zooble knows a lot of the cursed things that Gangle draws, but keeps it between them.

Zooble finds it rather charming that Gangle is able to express herself through her work.

Like Jax and Pomni, the pair likes to talk about their past lives sometimes.

Gangle used to be a fast food manager, she would work there while going to art school to be a comic artist. Though she doesn’t remember much beyond that point. Other memories are fuzzy, though sometimes she would see ribbons and other people in those visions.

Zooble used to be a tattoo artist, they would have a sketchbook like gangle. They wouldn’t exactly remember much beyond that point. However, one thing was apparent was a small room, with two couches and another person. For some reason everytime they would remember it would frustrate them.

Zooble likes to help Gangle cosplay her favorite shows, they may not get it. But if it brings a smile to Gangle’s face? That’s all they need.

Gangle helps Zooble with their parts, reassuring them they look amazing. Knowing Zooble’s issues with themselves, Gangle makes sure how much she appreciates them.

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character development/ connections/ reveals as shown through character design my beloved

I just love when you can see a character changing through their design. Hair getting longer, shorter, it's design changing. A character who has had their hair up in a tight bun has their hair slowly get messier and till they break. Colors in outfits change. Maybe as someone comes into their own their colors get stronger. You see a different character's color appear in another's outfit, showing a connection. Another character's color disappears from another's outfit, showing a break. A character starts wearing a different style of clothing. Outfits become more militaristic, more functional. Vise versa is also great, adding in bits of jewelry, more patterns in clothing, letting yourself exist. Maybe it's still a uniform, but there's embroidery on it.

Examples below the cut because it got long. I like this trope a lot.

Zuko and Azula's hair (getting longer/ getting less contained)

Bit of this in She-Ra showing connection- characters outfits start having others colors or symbols in them.

RWBY: Weiss getting more colors in her outfits, Jaune's armor, Ruby's outfits looking like Summer's or Penny or Pyrrha's, Blake's hair cut, Cinder's outfits- the color red is the same as the carpet in the Glass Unicorn, her all black outfit in volume 7, Oscar's new outfit in volume 6. There are more subtle ones, like how you can see how similar Winter's volume 3 outfit is with Willow's volume 7, establishing a connection. Qrow getting a vest in volume 7 I think is a bit of this trope.

Aurora- Erin going from wearing white to dark grey post Zuurith, showing a closer connection with the Void Dragon. Alinua's eyes - connection to Life- and Falst's scarf - a light dragon color- also qualify as this. Not quite this, but the intentional foiling of Erin and Tam's outfits.

Cosmere- Vin's outfits get more complex, Elend starts wearing a uniform instead of purposefully looking disheveled. Elend wearing white and Vin wearing black throughout the Hero of Ages. Tress of the Emerald Sea starts wearing a red coat as she sets off, knowing she'll have to cross the Crimson sea. Vivenna goes from long dresses to men's clothing, whereas Siri goes from dresses that she would get dirty to elaborately constructed royal gowns. Adolin embroiders his uniforms. Navani's outfits and make up during RoW as she researches. Jasnah has a little bit of this- WoR having impeccable make up while on a boat vs exhaustionspren everywhere in WaT,- but I think we'll see more of that in Arc 2. Lift has this with her outfits- especially in regard to the comfort of the materials. (excited to see how this progresses in arc 2) Nomad's outfits in Sunlit hint at this- he at one point refuses to wear a coat because it looks "too militaristic" (only really qualifies as this trope when you know who Nomad is). There's also a bit of this character development/ progression/ reveal with the Shards. The way the vessel looks, presents themselves changes depending on their grasp of the power. Leras starts dissolving into mist as he looses grasp of Preservation. In RoW we see this with Odium (I love this detail) after he's basically crossed a line on a deal with Honor and influenced someone he couldn't have under that deal. When Dalinar and Taravangian see him, his eyes are entirely gold and his skin is flaking away- Rayse is dying, much like Leras after going back on a deal with Ati. Sazed as Harmony as this as well- he still wears his traditional Terrismen robes, but they stretch into infinity, and he has an odd shadow. Not development or progression but reveal- Hoid and Ulaam in Tress with both Hoid's outfits without his sense of self and style and Ulaam wearing Hoid's uniform from Roshar that he apparently took from Hoid at some point.

Something I can't think of an example for is when a character's color or style ties them to a villain as foreshadowing to a development or reveal or side change. (or vise versa, bad guy wears a good guy's colors) Not a color added post reveal but like, the villain wears yellow and this one guy has a yellow bracelet. A character could adopt the color or style as they develop and interact with the other character or even both have a similar style at the beginning of the thing. It's not the same as two teammates' styles interacting because it's people on different sides of a conflict. People you wouldn't think would have that connection. But along the way something changes, and you realize how the two character designs fit together as the reveal or betrayal or side change happens.

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Okay let’s do this

The tarot card readings in the spire of deceit

According to my interpretation-

Uh disclaimer that tarot is subjective and I’ll be getting my info from a tarot app that sources from Wikipedia and my own general knowledge, I read tarot as a hobby and am still learning so this is my subjective reading bassed off the cards, my knowledge, and my vibes from the characters themselves.

That being saiiiiid let’s start with Pure Vanilla’s reading

An all reversed draw, I will say reversed cards don’t always mean it’s bad but it is a different way of reading it. Though idk how helpful that’d be in this case.

All drawings are done in the three card set which is the classic, past, present, future. So I’ll be operating under that structure for all the readings.

In the first slot we have the magician reversed- the magician represents power, channeling fights from the universe or higher power into a tangible world. But reversed it means destruction. The use of personal power for destructive purposes.

In the second slot is the fool reversed- the fool means beginnings, a new start. But reversed it means foolishness. A new beginning but not the best choice of action, uncertainty and recklessness.

The third slot is the hanged man reverse- the hanged man means sacrifice, self sacrifice and growing with the flow, it can also mean a different point of view. Reversed meaning is martyrdom, self sacrifice to an unhealthy extent. A different point of view but one that should be re-examined.

My reading-

Considering how pure vanilla is when he draws these cards (and the grain of salt of shadow milk trying to corrupt the guy) I’d read this as follows- pure vanilla has squandered his power, causing more harm than good, misusing it and harming others in the process, because of this, he is currently lost, a foolish lost sheep trying to find his way in the world, nievly holding onto grains of truth in hopes it’ll guide him, but to no avail. Now he must adapt, but all other perspectives seem foolish or lost, if he continues to cling to this truth he will be led astray, will he sacrifice his morals and abandon them or reject the new perspective?

Basically shadow milk wasn’t wrong when he said this is probably one of the worst hands he could draw. The cards are saying “oh you’re screwed buddy” though I think there can be some hope if you see this as a warning. I mean he’s not exactly in thr best place right now, and who knows how much shadow milk is ‘rigging fate’ as it were

Edit- so I’ve been informed that the hanged man isn’t reversed. My b this is why you don’t make posts while tired.

This does change the reading a little but generally the ‘you gotta change your perspective’ thing is less foolish and aggressive and more like, adaptation or die I guess. Still very much a targeted reading thanks shadow milk cookie

Now onto shadow milks tarot cards

Now unfortunately these aren’t numbered (damnit shadow milk!) so I’ll have to make assumptions based off the card faces. The good news is I think these are pulling from the classic tarot card faces so it shouldn’t be too hard. Now for the reading,

Card one is the Devil upright- The devil represents obsession, indulgence in the superficial, instant gratification, obsession, addiction and materlialism. It also means being led astray, evil or negative influence, and incarceration. Being trapped by vises basically.

Card two is death upright- death represents inevitable change. Metamorphosis, difficult times, trial of the soul. And pandemic. It basically means the inevitable end of a cycle.

Card three I wasn’t sure for a bit but I have reason to believe it’s judgement upright- judgment represents awakening. An epiphany or spiritual awakening. A change in personal consciousness or important life lesion. Essentially the end of the journey and a lesion learned.

Now this is his first pull, no trickery explicitly done yet, and going off that this is my reading: this could essentially be telling how shadow milk fell and became the beast of deceit.

The font of knowledge was tempted by spreading little lies and half truths and sewing seeds of doubt and chaos across cookies, and as that obsession grew he became more and more addicted to it, cookies would believe him no matter what, so why tell the full truth? They don’t want to hear it anyways! This indulgence grew until a turning point came and he succumbed to corruption, a rebirth into the beast of deceit. Now as the beast he’s had an epiphany, truth doesn’t matter, lies and trickery are where it’s at! He understands now the power of lies and will wring chaos across all of crispia and cookie kind!

In short, lies are addictive and he has become the king of them. And he’s having a blast,

At least that’s my reading, not sure if shadow milk would enjoy that or not but hey I’m playing to the audience here. Now for his second reading where his minions modified it

Like his first pull no numbers so I have to use the card faces as clues. But I think I got it.

The first card is wheel of fortune upright- fortune means destiny, kismet, fate, synchronicity, the universe continues to turn despite the ups and downs. Control what you can and accept what you cannot, things happen for a reason. Essentially it’s the cycles of the world.

The second card is the emperor upright- the emperor represents authority, stability, laws, government and society, leadership, might, influence, and control. It can also represent a single person that hold power, wether that’s emotional or physical.

The third card is the high priestess upright- high priestess represents intuition. Opening up one’s own intuition to receive messages from the universe. Meditate, tap into your subconscious, wisdom and introspection to find answers. It can also means secrets, mystery, the future as yet unraveled.

All that said here’s his second reading, which In short I think is essentially a reading saying how he is in charge, in control, and that your better just giving in and following him then fighting.

It was destiny that made him the beast of deceit, this was always going to happen, he has the power and authority here, so open your mind and embrace the chaos of lies and disharmony! It will set you free.

Honestly I’d believe this reading is more telling pure vanilla to just listen to him already than anything reflecting shadow milk himself. His minions did rig the cards.

But hey that’s just my interpretation, if anyone has any alternative readings or got something different out of this I genuinely would love to know. Tarot is subjective and in my own experience one part reading the vibes to two parts reading the cards. This is just what reading I’d give these guys if I was dealing them.

Anyways thanks for coming to my Ted talk I think tarot is super neat

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Chapter 13 - Airlane

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Summary: Tensions are high as the 141 are in a rush against time to deal with Hassan and the last missile in Chicago. However, tensions are still running high between Soap and Rory, resulting in a conflict on the flight over

Warnings/Tags: Minors DNI, swearing, character with trauma, established relationship, military inaccuracies, smoking, references to previous fic (All Along the Watchtower)

Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!OC - 3rd person POV (Rory Sinclair)

Word count: 2.7 K

A/N: the further continuation of Rory's story, this follows and expands upon the COD: MW2 reboot canon. Told from Rory's POV.

tagging @taciturntraveller

November 3, 2022 19:33 - Somewhere over the southern United States

Rory sat hunched over in her seat, one that vibrated and rumbled with the overbearing force of commercial massage chairs set up at a shopping mall kiosk to soothe the aching muscles of passerby customers, ones with only the mechanical knowledge of one solitary form of harsh touch. Elbows digging into her thighs, the coiling smoke of her cigarette curled up towards the curved roof of the plane above, coalescing with the brewing storm clouds of disquiet that hung over them all. Head continuing to bang with unease, the rabbit's foot thump against her skull reminded her to take her much needed pain meds for relief as she stretched out her shoulder, the low ache gnawing through muscle to meet the bone only making her teeth grit more.

Her glance flickered over to Soap, noticing how quietly he sat there beside Ghost. It wasn't like him. There was no laughing or joking with Gaz, no pushing of Ghost's buttons, and a distinct lack of his usual shit-eating grin as he stirred up trouble and maintained his good humored disposition. Instead, he was stock stiff… contemplating. His arm crossed over his thighs as he leaned forward, his jaw working bitterly. Stewing.

His head lifted, narrowing in on her as she turned to look away, not wanting to be regarded as staring. There was a lit fuse to a tinderbox steadily burning, the heat turning up as tensions from all sides mounted. The uncomfortable squeezing of a vise, ever tightening, the turning of the screws. He hadn't forgotten or forgiven what she had done while facing Graves, and she was of the mind that her decision had been made for the betterment of the mission.

Christ, Price really had been rubbing off on her — and in the worst way possible.

Curling her finger around her cigarette she extricated it from her lips, and exhaled a jet stream with one long breath down between her feet and wiped away the sweat that had amalgamated on the back of her neck with a wet wipe in her other hand, the cold damp that lingered caused the fine hairs to rise from the skin with the whisper of recycled air blowing over top. Fingers twitching like she was in a wild west gunfight, the joints locked as her hand shook, forcing it to curl into a fist to hide the tremor, activated as a stress response.

Bloody brain of hers liked to act up at the very worst times more often than not.

“Johnny, leave it.” Ghost's low mutter traveled over to her, the razor wire grit of it setting her on edge. One that was impossible to shake off even with a cigarette pumping her lungs full with smoke.

“No, LT. I cannae do that.”

Soap's growl set her instincts alight, the sense of a coming fight stabbed its way up her spine to slice at the brain stem. A sharp, stinging nick that flared hot at the backs of her eyes. Lifting her gaze once more — that of a prey animal sensing danger in the silent dark, the chattering teeth in a salivating maw — she could smell him on the air, the acrid scent of sweat and anger. Muscles tensed, ready to snap into use at the slightest provocation.

She dropped her near-spent cigarette on the floor and snuffed it out with her boot, twisting the sole to crush the embers. The wet wipe discarded just as easily as the creak of movement in a seat, weight being redistributed, sent incinerating prickles through her arms and legs, the lymbic system kicking into overdrive with the arcing branches of lightning across the sky. Broad shoulders arose, his arms held out at his sides like a lumbering caveman as his heavy boots stomped across the metal grating of the floor, her blood pounding in time with every step.

“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath, leaning back to sit upright in her seat, maintaining her proper posture. Hold your ground, Sinclair. Can't look weak even if your head is pounding like a drum. He might be hotheaded, but he won't go swinging a fist, he knows better than that.

And then he was standing before her, puppy dog eyes now blazing like that of one about to turn rabid. The tendons in his jaw clenched tight, starting to concave his cheeks. His dark brows locking together in a heavy furrow.

“Lieutenant, need a word.” His usual burr had turned stiff, disjointed, forced to stay rooted and relaxed despite the way his nostrils flared and he appeared to be chewing on a hardened caramel from his nan's old purse.

Rory sighed and stood up, hands on her hips, as she met him toe to toe. “If this is about what happened with Graves–”

“You're goddamn right it has to do with Graves.

“Right then, let's clear the air, shall we? Speak freely.”

Stooping to meet her gaze, Soap's cyanic stare smoldered oxygen-rich into her, a clean burn that might set her aflame if he did lay a finger upon her. Her neck craned, chin held high, shoulders back. She had dealt with a litany of soldiers who behaved the same throughout her career in a testosterone fueled environment and it had taught her to carry herself with a spine of steel.

“You heard the orders – it was kill Graves on sight, no’ try an’ have a bleedin’ conversation with ‘im.”

Holding tight to her patience, the calm rationale that had afforded her the rank she held, she leaned back on her officer's training and her own experience. Conflict resolution was something she had made a focus for herself, given her own past of acting out when emotions boiled over. She could handle people, handle differing perspectives, and do so with tact and respect, but there was still that niggling whisper of her own frustration with what had transpired in Las Almas at the back of her mind, a frustration with Soap's sharp turn into rash performance.

The eyes of the squad were upon them, hard to ignore even as they pretended they weren't gawping. Watching and waiting to see how or if the two members would come to blows. Gaz's eyes widened as he looked up from under the brim of his cap, a little scrunch to his lips as he fought with the urge not to step in, to defend. Ghost's dark eyes bore into Soap's back from behind the mask, his posture stiffening, ready to hold the younger man back if necessary. And Price, mid-meeting with Laswell, lifted his gaze from his tablet. Concentration stolen, his eyes narrowed, fist clenching as he otherwise stood his ground, teetering at the precipice and ready to yank on the leashes of his trained hounds.

These sorts of interpersonal flare ups were something that always happened as part of a group dynamic, it was impossible to keep from happening. But it all boiled down to how it was handled. Yet another chance to prove herself… fuck.

“Sometimes a situation requires being more thoughtful about how to clean, Soap," Rory explained, hoping she might impart some of her reasoning on the younger soldier. "It's not always about doing it quick, it's taking in the bigger picture. Sometimes you can’t just go shoving yourself bloody cock first into the situation. Sometimes it takes control… Something you still need to learn, Sergeant.”

“He tried t’ kill Ghost an’ I!” Stubbled jaw clicking, his heavy brows knit together as he invaded her personal space, crowding her, using his size to his advantage. His lips pushed into a purse, holding back words that might rip and tear like the attack dog he was. Mohawk jostling, he took a thumping step forward. “He could've killed the Cap'n.”

“I get that, I do. You've every right to have wanted him dead — I'm not saying otherwise, and I'm certainly not holding that fact against you. I wanted to ring his neck just the same.” Placing her hand on his shoulder, Rory kept him at arm's length. “But you've also got to understand that sometimes emotion has to take a backseat. Sometimes decisions need to be purely tactical. I've been there myself, Soap. But we had a chance to gather intel and sometimes that's more important than orders, than the mission. Graves was Shepherd’s lapdog, and with that wanker having gone underground, he was our in.” She sighed and wet her lips, pulling her hand away and slipping them both into the back pockets of her jeans. “But it doesn't matter anymore since he's dead anyway.”

Soap turned to Price, anger quickly stamped down by the cold, resolute stare shooting back at him, the choking grasp of frigid ice. “I don't know how ye can trust this one, Cap’n. Wolf in sheep's clothes, alright.” Redirecting his glare to the woman before him, he scoffed at her and returned to his seat. Dropping into it heavily, he sniffed back at the rage, wiping the back of his hand against his nose, boots tapping as the rawness still twinged with the sting of the stitches from his bullet wound.

"It doesn't matter if you can't see the logic in it," Rory retorted, her voice raised above the hum of the engines. "Sometimes things aren't so cut and dry. Orders are orders until they're not, and then you work from the best course of action. "

Punching the empty seat of the chair beside him, he gripped the straps of the overhead compartment and pulled himself up. "And how was that not killin' the fucker?"

"Intel. It's our best weapon against our enemies. Always will be. That is what Graves was, that's what Shepherd is — An enemy. They aren't just bloody foot soldiers you can mow down with bullets," she spat. "Don't take your anger out on me because you can't see beyond the fight in front of your eyes."

"You didn't have a pack o' wolves tryin' to kill ye in Mexico!"

But she did in Russia…

She shook out her hand that started to seize before quickly returning it to her pocket, hiding it away. The trauma disguised even after all this time. The feeling of isolation, being trapped. Alone. Forced to survive without any outside assistance. It was a frightening thing, something that stayed with even the most hardened of soldiers. Anger was a natural reaction to it, a way to beat back the helplessness that it instilled, a way to silence the dark voice that whispered in the back of a person's mind begging them to wonder what might have happened if they failed.

"No, you're right, I didn't." Looking down at the floor, she shook her head and rubbed at the bridge of her nose. "Not this time, not on this mission, but I'm no stranger to it." She met his fury once again, fixing her stare on his own. "Revenge," she said with a sigh. "It's easy to want. Being smart about it is harder, but it is worth it."

Soap considered her for some time, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as his focus narrowed. He was smart, she knew that, a person didn't become an explosives expert and a sniper without having a worthwhile mind. It was just a matter of finding the right way to deliver the message, which was easier said than done when the blinders were on.

"Next time," he said, voice kept low as he ground back on his molars. "Just do as the Cap'n ordered. Save us all a whole heap o' trouble, aye?" He sat back in his seat, and rubbed his hand over the dark fuzz of buzzed hair at his temple. "Leave the spy shite for yer own missions."

Seething quietly, Rory took her seat once more, chewing on the inside of her lip as she let out a long, slow exhale through her nostrils. That had not gone the way she wanted it to, hoping that clearer heads would have prevailed. “Bollocks,” she rasped under her breath.

Finished his conversation with Laswell, tablet tucked under his arm, Price moved to sit beside her. Lowering into his seat with the pop of his knee joints, he slipped the tablet in the space between their seats. Saying nothing for a time, he scrutinized her, the pale, powder blue stare assessing every choice she had made. “That went well,” he muttered, more to himself than her as he leaned back in his seat, knees spread wide, elbows taking over both armrests. “Shut it,” she hissed between clenched teeth.

Pulling the small metal flask from out of his pocket, he shook it at her like a temptation. “Don’t say I don't do anythin’ nice f’ ya.”

Grabbing the metal container with a huff, she unscrewed the cap and brought it to her lips, tipping it back, not even bothering to give it a sniff first. The whiskey burned along the tongue as it first hit but had a smooth finish, easing into a peppery warmth as it coated her mouth.

Wiping the back of her hand delicately across her lips, she passed it back to him. “Glad it was the good stuff.”

“Always.” Clearing his throat, he tucked the flask away and pulled out a cigar from his vest — A little nicotine to numb the pain. “For what it's worth, I can see what you were aimin' for with Graves,” he said, rolling the cigar between his thumb and forefinger. Snipping the end, letting the crumbs of wrapped tobacco fall to the ground and settle between his boots, he placed the cigar between his lips, mumbling around it. “Good intentions and all that.”

“Piss off. Good intentions?” She looked at him with a flare of annoyance, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees and rub out the tension headache from her temples. “We both know I was going to fucking torture the bastard.” She glanced over at Price as he held the metal zippo to his cigar, the flame flickering and weaving as the cherry started to glow and the rich, earthy musk of smoke puffed to life, blanketing them in a shroud. “Good intent?” She shook her head and scoffed, picking at her nails. “Hardly.”

“You've had more experience with the intel side of things than Soap has. He's a good soldier, passionate, quick to action… even quicker to anger. He's not gonna be seein' the bigger picture looking from the outside in like you are. Besides, wasn't too long ago a certain soldier I know went bargin' into a club in Moscow against orders, eh? Can't tell me that was tactical thinkin’.”

Rory groaned and rubbed harder at her brow, digging her fingers into the beat below the flesh.

“Give him time, Ror. He's young. Brash. Ready to get his hands dirty. It's why I paired him with Ghost. He needs someone to keep him in check, a brick wall he can't beat his head against and break his way through.” Taking a long puff, he held the smoke in his lungs, letting a long beat transpire before breathing it all out once more. “You've got the same sort of passion he does, just tempered over time. He'll get there too.”

She rolled her eyes and stared up at the ceiling of the cold, steel container they flew in. “Interpersonal bullshit does my bloody head in.”

“Think it does that f' all of us, sweetheart.” His hand wrapped around the back of her neck and squeezed the scruff, massaging the nape with a possessive, protective grip, easing the tension as he leaned in and rumbled against her ear, “You’ll sort this, yeah?” 

“Yes, sir.”

“Atta girl.” 

The way his fingers moved against the stiff muscle was a dream come true and a quiet, choked groan fell from her lips.

"Taken your meds yet?"

"No," she murmured.

"Best get on that. Need you in top shape when we land in Chicago. You're leadin' the charge up from the main floor with Gaz." John continued to massage her neck, her head lolling back as her eyes fluttered shut and she took a deep breath. "Saw your hand shakin'," he rumbled in her ear, his nose brushing through her hair as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "Alright?"

"Yeah. I'll be fine," she said with a little nod, rubbing out her knuckles and fingers as he continued to address the tight muscles that traveled up the slender column of her neck. "Got two more hours to work it off."

"Good. Gonna brief in an hour."

[discodreaming]

Could we please get some general romantic relationship headcanons for Erza, Juvia, and Mirajane?

genre: fluff

general romantic relationship headcanons

characters: erza, juvia and mirajane

ERZA

i feel like she's shy with dating, or anytime of romantic gestures

but also like really excited to be having such a romantic time with someone!

Now these next ones are pure rambles bc erza

I feel like she secretly has ur guys wedding planned out to the t

Like she won't tell you until u ask her to marry you

And she'll pull out thus giant book filled with wedding plans

Erza is also very sentimental with the dating

She keeps all your little gifts and eveey picture taken of you two

i like to also think she's clumsy during ur first kisses, and she's so flustered about it her face is all red

and it's the time where you can't help but laugh

she'll remember that

i feel like erza is also a lot more anxious in terms of needing to protect if you're a nonmage

but if you're a mage shehas more belief in you if you tell her you got it

she won't help the small anxiety she has with worry

but she still believes in you so much

now that's with fights though, but you guys only ever get into arguments about each other's health tbh

she is a lot more snappy in terms of protective but overall

JUVIA

miss ma'am is out here devoted to you so u better be devoted to her

juvia is also another sentimental person that she basically hoards like every little thing

I'm talking a small treasure chest or plastered on the pinboard type sentimental

confetti? tickets? photos? etc? it's up there

i feel like she'd love to match clothes tbh imo, bc even though she's got a style

i feel like she has some matching outfits planned for things like date night, important events

wear the outfits and she's gonna be !!!!!!!!!!!

i also see her as another one planning the wedding like

she has a book just like erza but make it a binder, and two books and like it's a lot she has it planned to the t

she also has a lot of faith within you, like fighting? day to day things? hell yeah

but she'd also not hesitate to protect you too

she would not hesitate to take on so much pain from you

her favorite dates are the most thought about ones, like a picnic? hell yeah. a nice dinner where u guys dress up?? just take her on dates SHE DESERVES IT

you guys def have kids later on

MIRAJANE

if it seems self indulgent it is i love her

whoo boy there wouldn't be much difference of friend mirajane and dating mirajane except the fact it's subtle but in the cute ways that makes people go fucking nuts

you could just simply be talking to someone and she'll come and run her fingers over your shoulder or neck

or you'll give her a quick peck on the lips before any quests

and the small but cute gifts

you two are also a matching outfit couple for dates

and it's this soft type of romance for a bit where everything sets your guys heart a flutter, like just

it's a sweet, soft romance but she's also ur support system vise versa

her siblings are very supportive!!

the entire guild is !!!! i shit you not it's like a huge family there's gonna be teasing but also okes and just overall being brought in by a huge family

SHE LOVES TAKING PICTURES WITH YOU

she's also super protective of you like i mean she knows ur capable but also a scratch after a job? ur cheeks are in her hand and she's asking you what happened, are you okay, who did this?

you know the song where "ur beauty never ever scared me" that's u guys fight me

a/n: i really am sorry for taking so long for this job has me by the scruffs but i hope you enjoy these

if you'd like mre i can give more i love these three women just bites hand

[ranfren-confessions]

If there is one small thing that I really love is the fact that (canon) 25 year old Randal (from Howdie's famous "character through life stages" meme with him) appears to be very similar Luther appearence vise. Not just having the same sharp teeth, long bony fingers, a second set of eyes and, presumably, same height too but also having a pretty similar hairstyle as well. Yes, I took time to compare. Randal's looks more like a moptop rather than a pageboy but nonetheless, very much alike. Same goes to his clothes. It's a little funny how Randal's life cycle can be compared to that of a butterfly: when he was in the larva (current 13-15 year old Randal) and chrysalis (17 years old) stages he looked nothing like his older brother, just as larvas and pupas lack most features their parents have. But just like butterflies once he grew to the imago stage he became what is essentially a carbon copy of the older Ivory appearence vise. It's possible that the style change wasn't even Luther's desire to have everyone look like him, as it's hinted at in LUCID 13. Randal wore his hair long all his life but once the brain matured and the teen rebellion phase ended, he looked at Luther one day and his just subconciously wanted to be more similiar to him, possibly viewing himself as "imperfect". It's all so interesting.

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[ranger-danger]

So far my biggest complaint with datv is that rook doesn’t get treated like a main character deserves. No emotional moments, they rarely if ever get comforted, and they rarely get to express a personality outside of “Im the leader.” Even with Varric and the Inquisitor Rook gets treated like a leader first and foremost, someone forced to make all the big decisions and influence the way people’s lives go. Even in relaxed moments the decision always falls back on Rook.

Despite the fact that a Warden rook is commented on being a warden pretty often, they never get asked how they’re feeling after Weisshaupt. The game has other wardens know and recognize Rook, many dialogue lines exclusive to being a warden, but for some reason one of the big warden quests is completely devoid of Rook’s place in it. Even during Weisshaupt Rook is clearly written as a warden, comments on actively occurring events, but for some reason right after Weisshaupt the game forgets that Davrin and Rook are wardens.

Other defined aspects of Rook are also disregarded too. The game talks a lot about Neve and Lucanis not sleeping enough, but Rook doing the exact same thing (if not worse) is rarely adressed outside of Varric (there’s probably other examples, but I’m pretty sure Davrin comments on Rook finally getting some rest when they get together).

The most emotion I’ve seen rook permitted to express so far was at D’Meta’s Crossing and when they walked around a Venetori controlled Dock Town. But with those examples it still wasn’t that personal to Rookz

Granted all of the severely emotional shit Rook is going through, all after seeing their friend get stabbed in the chest, releasing blighted gods, and being forced up into a position they weren’t prepared for, would work if the game adressed that characterization of Rook. If the game tried to have the gods use Rook’s repressed or disregarded emotions to manipulate them. Or if Rook got a moment to actually have it all crashing down on them. If Rook also got to have coping mechanisms for everything alongside the companions, really anything that gave Rook more personal things outside of Leader.

Yeah there’s the symbolism with the chess piece, of being stable and powerful. But you can still show that without only having them be that. If anything it shows that more when they’re also capable of being more. The game also mildly mentions the bird in an achievement, which also would’ve been cool to expand on.

I like the game, while it’s not really what I would consider an RPG (dialogue wheel + voiced mc kill that really quick), I just wish Rook’s character got to have a place other than just the leader. Or vise versa, that the fact Rook doesn’t get to be anything other than the leader was explored and used as a chance for characterization (both with companions & Rook).

The game isn’t that bad, again I have found myself liking it a lot, it’s just glaring issues like this that upset me. I feel so upset for Rook, so empathetic? It feels weird getting upset on behalf of a character that should be permitted to cry, and maybe be suicidal, on their own.

I still haven’t finished the game, I got past beating the three blighted dragons then fucked up and now I have to restart the entire game, but this has been a smaller but important thing I’ve noticed. Normally small details like forgetting a romance comment aren’t something I’d think made the game better, but this isn’t that small of a detail. Rook got robbed of everything outside of being the leader and maybe their romance. Which sucks because Rook is a pretty decent main character being that they’re set out to be a wild-card.

I complain a lot about bg3 getting bullshit updates despite the fact it’s been out full-release for so long, because it does suck and they are bullshit, and cannot deliver the game from horribly mediocre writing (or thousands of bugs). But it does sting a little to know datv probably isn’t going to get an update that gives Rook more moments or bringing in cut content.

Also on that note, if you want to expand or agree I’d love it, but would appreciate if you didn’t include spoilers.

[thelyinggrapevine]

What is below the cut is a list of some extra headcanons (+ Relationship Dynamic Headcanons) for MDZS.

FOREWARNING! I do not ship bash, nor do I tolerate it. If your opinions on ships and their relating dynamics differ from mine, that's okay! I may have ships of my own that I prefer to be romantic, while you may think the opposite, and vise versa. THAT IS PERFECTLY NORMAL. Just, for the love of the gods, do not bash the ships. They are fictional characters, who cares that much?

It is rather short as of now, but hopefully that will be rectified! if you have any ideas or headcanons of your own that you wish to add, please feel free to say them!

Extra Headcanons

The stronger your cultivation level, the more you are able to do that others may not realize is possible. For Example, if a cultivator’s spiritual power is high enough, they can make their spiritual weapon turn into a tattoo somewhere on their body.

The Sect Leader outfits are like those of the game version, or at least more intricate than how they are perceived in canon.

Cultivators are known to have very long lifespans, long enough to where someone in their 90s would be considered young. The longest a cultivator (who wasn’t immortal) lived was recorded to be 328 years old.

Relationships (Romantic/Platonic)

Wangxian (One-sided(?) → Romantic)

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Xicheng (Platonic → Romantic)

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Zhuiling (Romantic)

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SangCheng (Romantic → Platonic)

They had developed a crush on each other during their time at the Cloud Recesses but only acted on those feelings in a moment of shared grief after Wei Ying’s death. They dated for a few years but ended up ending things when Huaisang became too distant after his brother’s death. They still ended up staying friends, though, and later became sworn brothers.

Being sworn brothers was not intended to be a secret, but they also never said anything about it (but they also didn’t hide it either, people were just either completely blind to it, or thought they started dating again).

Xiyao (Romantic(?) → Enemies(?))

They had feelings for one another, but unlike Sangcheng, they never fully acted on them, as Lan Huan was a sect leader and Meng Yao was (for a little while) only classified as the “son of a prostitute” by others. The way their relationship was shown to others only became closer when Meng Yao was publicly/formerly accepted into the Jin Clan and became Jin Guangyao.

There was a time when they were in a “situationship” of some sort, but it never got any further than that as Jin Guangyao was quick to put an end to anything since he was set to marry Qin Su (his sister 🤢) in the coming months.

During the following years, Lan Huan never completely lost feeling for the other until the events at Guanyin Temple happened and Jin Guangyao’s masterplan was revealed in front of all of them.

Jin Guangyao has a hard time determining his exact feelings for Lan Huan. He can’t entirely say that he was in love with him, but he can admit that he did have feelings for him, even if it was only a small amount and lasted for not even a year

Jin Guangyao knew of Lan Huan’s feelings for him and used them for his benefit.

Zhancheng (Rivals(?) → Familial/Platonic)

While they were younger in the Cloud Recesses, they felt as if they had to compete against each other for the attention of Wei Ying, so in consequence, they didn’t like each other too much.

During the three months that Wei Ying was gone and they went on all of those search missions together for him, they began to get closer. 

When Lan Zhan was out of his (forced) seclusion, he asked Jiang Cheng for help in order to raise a child (Lan Huan bugged him about asking the Sect Leader since they were both single parents and similar in age). He was reluctant about it at first because of the falling out they had during the Burial Siege, but they started to get closer after a few months.

Jiang Cheng knew immediately that “Lan Yuan” was actually Wen Yuan, but he didn’t say anything about it. 

During the times when both Lan Huan and Lan Zhan would be away on official business, Jiang Cheng would be the one to take care of Lan Yuan if the boy couldn’t go with the Twin Jades. While the boy was at Lotus Pier, he was taught to swim and had small playdates with Jin Ling (as well as following Jiang Cheng like a little duckling all around YunmengJiang).