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winedarkthoughts · 1 year ago

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house of addams (1)

— 🌖 pairing: ot7 x fem.reader

— 🕷️ genre: mystery, angst + fluff + smut

— 🗝️ word count: 4.3k

— 🍄 summary: hired to look into the mysterious deaths, disappearances, and disturbances in the small town of Farrow's End, you soon meet a certain gang of oddballs who help you connect the dots. and NO, you are NOT taking a liking to them.

— ☕ content warnings: private investigator!reader, cozy small town mystery/addams family vibes, botanist!yoongi, magical absurdity, bookshop owner!namjoon, barista!jin

— ��️ a/n: first chapter! directly influenced by this fic on ao3 by tinyratthief, which is loosely based on the addams family.

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chpt. 1: new digs

september 16, 2004

If this job has taught you one thing, it’s that the laws of truth can and will be bent by anyone with enough concentrated effort. People come to you to find very specific truths; birth parents, cheating spouses, the details of shady business deals.

But if this job has taught you one thing, it's that the truth will also reveal itself to anyone with enough concentrated effort.

Though, there's always a handful of cases that force you to delve deep into things you’d rather leave buried. Like the person in Oregon who didn't show up in any photographs. Or the small town in Maryland with the strange, centuries-old secret society.

You’ve seen sides of human nature that have left you cynical, distrusting. Some have called you “dead inside,” but you’re not here to brag. Naturally, you are excellent at your job.

And when the Mayor of Farrow’s End, a sleepy town with enough missing persons cases to warrant a low budget documentary, contacted you about a possible case, you accepted almost instantly.

Even her first correspondence and initial offer were strange. She stated a preference to discuss the finer details in person and in person only, which to you immediately suggested that the entire investigation would be a matter of confidentiality.

You were proven right when you met with her a week later. And while being proven right is usually one of your favorite things, you didn’t exactly expect this.

The offer: investigative services regarding (but not limited to) local missing persons/homicides, ecological disturbances, environmental chemical imbalances. etc.

In exchange for: monthly salary, rent support, covered business expenses.

And above all, everything must remain off the books.

The salary along with the rent support is very generous considering what you're used to, but you don’t tell the Mayor that. You do inform her that, while you wear many hats, you are not an ecologist, nor a chemist.

Mayor Summerbee, a middle-aged Asian woman with a sweet smile and even warmer eyes, informs you that you will have access to the local University’s college of natural sciences. She gives you the contact information for one Min Yoongi, a botanist who works in the school's research department.

Then she gives you the contact information for one Kim Taehyung, the town coroner and pathologist. Apparently, both of them will be available for consultation.

She is eager, maybe even desperate, smiling at you with an urgent sheen in her eyes.

When you accept her offer, shaking her hand with your usual firm grip, she seems to exhale in relief.

You move to Farrow’s End by the end of the week. It’s not as if you have much to move, just a trunkful of books and a handful of duffel bags. You’ve always moved around for work, and even if you didn’t, staying in one place for too long makes you nervous.

Your bags hit the pavement beside your boots as you survey your new home. It's a small, quaint house. The paint is faded but the architectural structure is sturdy. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, kitchen, living room. The whole place is in a slight state of disrepair, but you can't complain.

You spend the next day cleaning and unpacking, which doesn't take long since you leave most of your books in the trunk. You're exploring the town by the end of the afternoon.

The town square, though full of shops and businesses, is nearly barren. A few civilians putter around, their faces weathered and reflective of the gloom in the air. They stare at you as you pass by, a cocktail of curiosity and slight suspicion.

The next thing you notice is the posters. They're everywhere, on the crumbling brick walls, stuck on lampposts, taped to the windows, all displaying a variety of subjects. Events at the University, local night markets, antiques for sale.

But there are a few that stick out. THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE LAKE! Sign the petition to restrict land access →

HAVING STRANGE DREAMS? You're not alone, contact a psychic today!

BEWARE! DO NOT FEED LOCAL WILDLIFE.

Though, what's more strange to you is what you don't see. There are barely any missing person posters, and the few that you do see appear to have been ripped away.

Work begins now, you think to yourself as you snap some photos of several posters, flapping in the cold wind.

You pop into the general store to pick up some essentials, and the store clerk immediately recognizes that you're not a local.

He asks where you're from, you reply with the standard answer: a city not too far but not too close. He asks what you're doing here, you reply with the standard answer: you're a journalist. You add in the suggestion that you're working with the University about a story, and he doesn't question any further.

You're not sure if it's because he takes the hint or because he loses interest.

During the drive home, you notice something looming in the distance. Atop the highest hill is a dark house, with spires and towers rising from the tops of spindly trees. Even from here, you can see that the architecture is old and ornate, almost ancient in a hypnotic way. You're fairly certain you can see a murder of crows circling above.

An unusual feeling hangs around the house, like there's some kind of aura surrounding it. Welcoming some, yet blocking others.

Very strange indeed.

You spend the rest of the night huddled next to the fireplace, using the flickering orange light to skim over newspaper clippings.

No, the house does not have a heating system. But you don't mind too much, you have plenty of wood and warm clothes.

Five missing and three dead in the last year. Local law enforcement has done everything they could with what they had to work with, which apparently wasn't much. Scattered locations, no visible connection between the victims, and an alarming lack of evidence.

Eyelids heavy, you leave the papers scattered across the floor and head to bed, already looking forward to tomorrow's first coffee.

september 17, 2004

The University appears to be just as old as the rest of the town. Original wood, aged stone, curved iron accents. The brick walkway is slick with morning rain, and the sky is swirling with fog.

Perfect weather, it makes you ready to get to work.

The directory stated that Min Yoongi would be in Montgomery Hall, the natural sciences building, either in the greenhouse or in one of the labs, according to the TA you talked to earlier on the phone.

It takes some wandering, but what you like about this place is that people don't seem to notice your presence as much as they do in town. Out there, you're an easily identifiable outsider. Here, you're just another passerby with a purpose.

You find him in one of the lab rooms, tucked into a little nook that's encased with plastic sheeting, dotted with beads of moisture. The small space is crowded with greenery, big pots of tall plants with fanning leaves, draping vines from wall planters, seedlings in little trays.

Through the condensation dripping down the plastic walls, you can see that he's spraying the plants down with water, wearing a classic white coat.

You're indulging in your bad habit again. Your footsteps are notoriously quiet (you've been told), and you (apparently) have a tendency to sneak up on people and observe them for several minutes before they notice that you are there.

But it's a skill you delight in.

The man is of average height, thin, black hair, delicate features. You notice that the soles of his boots are caked with mud, and his skin is dewy from the humidifiers pumping moisture into the room.

"You already know my opinion on this," you hear him say, muffled by the spray of the water.

For a moment, you think he's talking to you, that he's rejecting your case before you've even presented it to him. But he isn't facing you, and his tone is decidedly casual, like he's talking to an old friend.

"It's bad for the others, anyway," he continues. "Don't wiggle your trigger hairs at me like that."

A pause, the water flow stops. Then a sigh of defeat.

"Fine, one puff. Then you quit pouting, got it?"

There's the sound of shuffling, then the fwick of a lighter being ignited.

Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you step forward to peer through the slit in the plastic sheeting.

There's a Venus fly trap on one of the shelves, and between the jaws of one of the trap mouths, is a lit cigarette.

The man's head piques up when you enter his field of vision. Eyes widening, he looks like a cat that's been caught off guard.

He looks between you and the plant several times. You're fairly certain you see the tip of the cigarette glow ember, as if the plant were actually inhaling.

The man snatches the cigarette away and crushes it beneath the wet sole of his boot.

"Nasty habit," he finally says with a nervous chuckle. An awkward, straight-mouthed smile crosses his face, making his cheeks puff out slightly.

"Min Yoongi?" you ask.

"Yes, ma'am," he responds politely.

"I'm ______," you say, holding out a hand to shake.

He shuffles forward, his cold slim fingers meeting yours.

"Ah, the mayor mentioned that you'd be around."

That throws you a bit, because from what you've gathered about this case, you assumed that the mayor didn't want to be associated with it.

"Yes, would you mind filling me in on some of the ecological disturbances that have been going on in town?"

It's as if the question sends ants crawling down his spine. His neutral smile dissipates into an anxious twitch of his lips. He turns the hose back on and resumes spritzing the plants.

"What do you want to know?" he asks, a new tension in his voice.

Odd.

"Well," you start, "The mayor tells me that locals have been complaining about strange mushrooms invading their yards, increased acidity in their soil. Would you know anything about that?"

His eyebrows are knitted as he dampens the leaves of a spiraling fern.

"Mushrooms are really just the fruit of fungi, they bloom like flowers when the conditions are just right. Moisture, shade, an abundance of organic material, stuff like that. When it comes to the acidity, there's a variety of factors. All the rainfall recently leads to leaching, and the increased use of fertilizers causes nitrification. It's pretty standard."

You raise an eyebrow. He's deflecting.

"People have been saying that these mushrooms have been particularly hard to get rid of."

Yoongi 's brows furrow as if he's thinking hard.

"Fungi are tricky like that. We don't know much about them, really. They're their own class of life form. It could be a particularly stubborn strain."

"There's also been some unusual plant growth, creeping vines or the like. Very resistant to herbicides, apparently."

He pauses, considers it.

"Hmm," he mutters, the nozzle of the hose going lax in his hand.

“Also,” you continue, trying to further engage his curiosity. “There's been several cases of strange root rot?”

You add a questioning tone to your voice, gauging his reaction. Apparently, he hasn’t heard about it, because he looks up at you with the same question in his eyes.

“Root rot? In household plants?” he asks.

“No, in residencies.”

Yoongi stares at you for a moment, and you can tell he’s intrigued.

“I would benefit a lot from your knowledge, if I could just bring you a few samples, maybe go out and do some fieldwork—”

“You wouldn’t like working with me,” Yoongi interrupts. “I’m very…particular.”

You have a feeling the word is meant as a substitute for something else.

“Wonderful, so am I,” you reply, digging one of the many notebooks out of your bag. Flipping to the calendar, you click open your open your pen and start scribbling.

“Mornings are best, get the most out of the daylight. Make sure to bring your equipment and something to write on, and a camera if you have one.”

“Wait, I just don’t know if I’m going to be much use to you,” Yoongi says a little nervously, sticking his hands in his pockets.

You pause your scribbling to look at him. He’s pale in the fluorescent light, but not just physically. He has pale mannerisms and pale expressions, the countenance of a person that doesn’t feel as if they belong.

You know the feeling well.

“Coffee is always on me. How do you like it?” you say instead.

“Does Wednesday work?”

september 18, 2004

Three dead and five missing in less than six months. First, Michael Bradley, aged forty-two. Cause of death: chronic poisoning/exposure to toxic chemicals. He was found in his garage surrounded by household cleaners and herbicides. Apparently he’d been trying to get rid of the same strange mushrooms in his yard.

For now, all you have to work with is what they’ve published in the newspapers, and it seems that all that's come out of it is a public service announcement warning homeowners to be careful around toxic chemicals. His wife, Mary Bradley, hasn't commented on the circumstances of her husband’s death. And no one else has inquired any further into the matter.

Until today, obviously. Mrs. Bradley didn't answer her phone, and when you knocked on her door earlier this morning, she seemed less than pleased.

You opened with the standard introduction: I'm a journalist working on a story, would you mind consenting to an interview? Mrs. Bradley narrowed her eyes and scanned you up and down with barely concealed suspicion.

She asked what a journalist would find interesting about a common, accidental death in a small town. Apparently, the citizens of Farrow's End are very perceptive to outsiders.

You mentioned that fact that although Bradley's death appeared accidental, it's not common for people to die at the hands of household chemicals from prolonged exposure. Chronic poisoning is rarely without symptoms, why didn't he go to hospital?

She didn't have anything to say to that. You asked if she'd be comfortable divulging some of the details of his death, maybe even giving you access to the autopsy report. But she just grimaced at the mention, insisting that she had nothing to say about the matter and that you should leave right away.

She slammed the door in your face, but luckily it wasn't the first time people have resisted your questions. Unfortunately, a significant part of your job involves being a pain in the ass.

You linger in the front yard, where it's impossible not to notice the gnarled tree stumps and large rings of mushrooms scattered across the lawn.

You're not a mycologist by any means, but even you can tell that these mushrooms are strange. They seem to be multicolored, red and orange and brown, changing depending on the light like a hologram, but without any of the shine. They aren't bulb-shaped like many other mushrooms, but twist in tendrils this way and that, stretching.

And a smell hangs about them. You can't really describe it, something like damp and musk and old meat. Standing there, breathing them in, for too long makes your head spin.

And the trees, or rather, what's left of them. Nothing but stumps now, but you can tell that they were old when they were cut down. There's that same multi-colored effect to them, except it runs in veins throughout the tree's bark, spiraling into the rings.

You'll have to ask Yoongi about it.

Curiosity nips at you like a non-venomous snake even after you're home. It's not deadly, but it sure as hell is annoying.

What kind of disease infects fungi and trees? Why would the mayor care about privately investigating such a thing? And a thousand other questions.

You shove your boots on and enter back into the chill. You remember seeing a bookstore in town.

The Magic Shop: Books and Oddities

The front window glows with warm light, crowded with displayed volumes and curiosities (a stuffed raven, a jar of yellowing teeth, insects encased in amber).

The door swings open with the ring of a bell. Someone calls out "Welcome in," in a deep-velvet voice.

The smell of parchment and aged leather envelopes you like a familiar hug. You can't help pausing in the doorway and inhaling deeply. No matter what city you're in, places like this always feel like home.

It's everything that a bookstore should be: crowded, mysterious, and slightly dusty. The shelves are tightly grouped and arranged like a labyrinth few are privy to, and stacks—no, towers—of books occupy every corner.

You enter into the space, feet padding on the braided rugs, eyes drinking in the details. There are labels on the shelves, haphazardly spaced. They start normal enough: gardening, self-help, adventure.

But then you realize that they branch off into even more labels, or rather sub-labels. There's nocturnal gardening, gardening under the influence, Faerie gardens and goblin gardens. Each labeled sub-genre branches into even more specific sub-categories, creating a seemingly endless array of subjects.

You could explore this place for hours. In fact, you intend to over the course of your stay in Farrow's End.

You spend an indeterminate amount of time exploring all the labels and categories. The shelves twist this way and that, creating little nooks where the occasional armchair is tucked into.

Eventually, you come to a more open area with a wide-sprawling desk. The man sitting behind it is tall and tan, glasses perched on his nose, with short chestnut hair that shifts golden in the candlelight.

He's deeply focused on the book in his hands: A Comprehensive Guide to Navigating Parallel Universes and Pocket Dimensions.

Typically, you hate to bother people in a bookstore, especially if they're already reading. It's supposed to be a space for quiet reflection, for self-exploration and uninterrupted browsing. But you still have a job to do, and it's clear that you won't be able to navigate the complicated system yourself. At least, not in a concise period of time.

So you square your shoulders and prepare yourself to address the (handsome, you notice) man at the counter.

"Excuse me," you begin in a hushed voice.

The man's head whips up, as if he completely forgot there was another person here.

"Yes?" He says in that same deep voice, friendly and eager. "Do you need help finding something?" It sounds like he can't quite believe the fact. This place must not get many customers.

"Yes, if you don't mind."

His face lights up as if nothing would delight him more.

"Do you have anything on unusual mushrooms?" you ask.

The man sets down his book and slips out from behind the desk. "Hmm..." he mumbles to himself, expertly weaving between the shelves while you hurry to catch up.

"Let's see here..." he says, passing a wall draped with vines from a hanging planter, like the ones in Yoongi's lab, you notice.

"Fungi," he mutters, fingertips ghosting over the shelves. The sections under Fungi are vast and wide-ranging. Poisons & Antidotes, Moss & Lichens, Carnivorous, Aberrations.

He pauses at that last one, eyes flitting between the volumes.

"Anything specific?" he asks.

You debate on how much to disclose, but with the several cases of strange fungi in people's yards, it's probably common small town knowledge by now.

"Anything about an unusual fungus with...tendrils?" You can't help the hesitation, you're not sure if it's a common feature among mushrooms.

Apparently, it's not as unusual as you thought, because the man only nods and shifts his attention to one of the lower shelves. His slim fingers finally land on an old cloth-bound book with a red toadstool on the spine. There's no title on the cover, but the man seems to be familiar with it.

"Here you go," he says, handing it to you. "I think you'll find what you're looking for in this one."

He says it with the confidence of someone who's read every book in the building front to back. A very specific part of your brain tells you that this fact is almost certainly true.

"Thank you very much," you say, turning the book over in your hands.

"My pleasure," he replies, and means it.

"How much?"

He guides you back to the counter and rings it up for a very good price.

You're itching to ask questions, but you're not sure where to start.

The man places the book into a brown paper bag printed with Magic Shop Books and Oddities and hands it to you with a warm smile.

You lose your nerve and take the bag in silence. Then, as if he could smell the fragmented thoughts darting around in your skull, he says, "Be careful in the woods."

You look at him. There's the same friendly smile, but now with a hint of good-natured curiosity.

"If you're going mushroom hunting, I mean," he adds.

You stare at him for perhaps too long.

"Thanks," you say, dropping a generous tip into the jar next to the register.

"Hope to see you again," he calls out as you exit through the front door.

A moth to flame, bees to honey. Insert: you to coffee shops with perfect ambient lighting. You spot it just as you're leaving the narrow alley that leads to the bookshop.

Turning the corner onto a cobblestone walkway, you catch sight of the cafe windows, slick with the recent rain. But from what you can see through the glass, it looks like a warm, cozy place.

Glancing at the front door, you notice an OPEN sign, even though it's quite late. You're opening the door and stepping inside before you're even conscious of it.

The interior reflects the same aged aesthetic as the exterior, dark wood and brick and brass accents. But the kitchen area houses clean chrome appliances, and there are shelves stacked with white dishes behind them. Golden light warms a glass case fully stocked with a manner of pastries, breads, and other nibbles, all of which still seem to be steaming hot.

You immediately decide that you like this place.

"Good evening," a pleasant voice calls, though you can't yet identify the speaker.

The smell of steam and freshly-ground coffee beans becomes richer as you approach the counter. You can hear someone puttering around in the back room.

You glance at the menu's wide selection, and when you look back at the counter, a man is standing right in front of you.

You don't scare easily, but it's enough to make you jump a little.

"What can I get you?" the man asks cheerfully. He's tall and slim, wearing a white button-up and black slacks under an apron. Brown hair, dark eyes, and a full smiling mouth.

You order a coffee and a pastry.

"What time do you close?" you ask, wanting to sit down and enjoy the atmosphere but also not wanting to be the asshole that settles in just before closing.

"On Wednesdays we close at noon, otherwise we're open twenty-four hours," he replies, sounding delighted by rather than annoyed by the fact.

A twenty-four hour coffee shop? You really like this place.

He must see your eyebrows raise in surprise, because then he proudly adds, "Only one in town."

Pleasantly surprised, you look around the shop to assess the seating options. There are booths tucked along the walls, a few tables and chairs, and a few plush-looking armchairs near the windows.

"Please, have a seat and make yourself at home. I enjoy the company," the man says as he makes your drink.

You take him up on it, settling into one of the chairs by the frosted glass of the window. It's then that you take a closer look at the book the shop owner recommended.

A fraying cloth-bound cover, a red toadstool instead of a title. Inside, a table of contents. First, a bit of basic mycology, which you greatly benefit from. Immediately after, a range of mutations, circumstances, and environmental factors that caused the direct disturbance to said mycology.

You get lost in it quite easily, sipping your drink (which is expertly brewed) and nibbling your pastry (which is almost too delicious for words). You know that you'll be spending a considerable amount of time here throughout your stay in Farrow's End.

The book cites several case studies, all suggesting that a new strain of fungus is not only spreading rapidly, but infecting all other strains it has access to.

You read on, only momentarily distracted by the occasional customers that enter into the establishment. Like the group of students, most likely from the University, who order a large batch of espresso to-go. Or the old man who orders a sandwich and black coffee and sits outside despite the late-night chill.

You don't realize it, but you read on until the early morning. The first few faint, pale rays of sunlight stretch across your current page through the window, and you jerk to attention when you realize what time it is.

Not that you have somewhere in particular to be today. But you've always liked to get a jump on things early on in the investigation. And you have better luck getting interviews during the day.

You had no idea that time was passing so quickly. This place seems to have an air of particular tranquility, the kind that only a handful of coffee shops are able to achieve. It's the feeling of finding a quiet place after being overstimulated for hours.

You take your dishes to the counter, drop a tip into the jar, and step into the morning chill.

Exhaustion sets in on the journey home, and you crash moments after your head hits the pillow.

The dreams start that night.

a/n: thanks so much for reading!! love to hear any of ur thoughts 👉👈 → next chapter

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maypiles · 5 months ago

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🥐🫖Coffee Grounds Reading ☕🥞

Darlings, pull up a chair, pour yourself something delicious, and brace yourselves. Today, we’re diving into a reading that took me by surprise—and that never happens.

❗This is a collective reading so take what resonates and leave what does not. Please do not force the reading. Be careful of scammers, I'll never reach out to you to ask you for money or personal readings❗

My First Coffee Grounds Reading: Spirit Had Something to Say

Now, let me preface this by saying: coffee grounds? Not my thing. Never done it before. Didn’t even consider it. But Spirit? Oh, they had other plans. They yanked me in like a puppet on a string. Imagine me, staring at this cup, thinking, ‘Why am I even doing this?’ And then, bam—downloads. Floods of them. It’s like Spirit couldn’t wait to talk to me. They didn’t just knock; they kicked the door down. Was this a gift I’ve been sitting on all this time? Perhaps. We’ll let the collective decide. So, this isn’t just any reading. This is a wake-up call. For me, for you, for whoever needs to hear it. Spirit doesn’t mess around, and apparently, neither do I. Let’s dive in, shall we?

The Empty Cycle: Judgment Day Is Here

Picture this: an empty circle in the grounds, glaring at me like an omen. And Spirit? They’re in my ear, murmuring ‘Judgment.’ Not the small stuff, darlings. This is major. This is cycles closing, chapters slamming shut, doors locking for good. You’ve felt it, haven’t you? That gnawing sense that something old, something stagnant, is finally over. This isn’t just change—it’s transformation, rebirth, a clean slate. Spirit was clear: this is fated. Your wake-up call has arrived. Are you ready to answer?

The Butterfly: Transformation Is Inevitable

As I sat there, watching the patterns swirl, a butterfly emerged, delicate and undeniable. Transformation, my loves. Metamorphosis. A new version of yourself taking shape. Spirit’s whispering: let go of what you were and embrace what you’re becoming. And oh, isn’t it poetic? Right when you think it’s over, the butterfly reminds you—it’s only just begun.

Two of Cups: A Connection That Defies Logic

Next, two figures appeared, facing each other. Intimate. Magnetic. Spirit screamed ‘Two of Cups!’ This isn’t just attraction—it’s soul recognition. Two people who see each other in a way no one else can. And let’s talk about them, shall we? She’s the Queen of Cups energy, all depth and allure. A Scorpio, no less. He? A Scorpio rising. The click is instant, inevitable. They’re drawn together like magnets, feeding off each other’s intensity, their water energies swirling into something neither can resist. It’s electric, intoxicating, and oh-so-scandalous, because some, not all, is being shady.

The Workplace Rendezvous: Three of Pentacles Energy

Here’s where it gets spicy: Spirit showed me their meeting point. It’s tied to work—his workplace, specifically. Maybe she works nearby. Maybe they met online but it’s somehow connected to his professional world. And there’s this detail: a shoe. Clear as day. A shoe shop, perhaps? She might work there, or maybe the symbolism runs deeper—stepping into new territory, walking a path they can’t turn back from, crossing a line that you shouldn't if you're committed to another. Either way, it’s rooted in their everyday lives, a seemingly mundane connection that turns extraordinary. Why am I hearing forbidden fruit while seeing the lovers card flash in my mind's eye?

The Migratory Birds: Moving On, Moving Forward

Then came the birds. Migratory, tiny, fluttering through the grounds like whispers of change. Spirit said, ‘Movement.’ Emotional? Literal? Both? Someone here is leaving something behind—baggage, a partner, an old life. Maybe they’re physically relocating, or maybe they’re finally letting go of what’s been holding them back. Either way, it’s a departure, a step into the unknown. And Spirit dropped a song into my mind—‘I’m Watching the Moon.’ You know it? ‘Moving on.’ The lyrics echo their journey: watching, letting go, starting over.

The Leak: Secrets, Scandals, and Consequences

Now, let’s address the brim of the cup, because this is where Spirit got dramatic. ‘This is going to leak,’ Spirit said. And not just any secret—a forbidden secret. There’s evidence, traces left behind. And here’s the kicker: it’s tied to intimacy. I saw sexting, nudes, private exchanges that aren’t staying private for long in the future. Something slips. Someone sees what they shouldn’t. It’s messy, darlings, and it leaves marks that can’t be erased. Play with fire, and you’ll get burned.

The Playboy Rabbit and Bugs Bunny: Symbols of Desire

Ah, the rabbit. The playboy kind—this one’s more primal, more instinctual. Also another rabbit appeared: Bugs Bunny, grinning like he knows a secret. Spirit painted a vivid picture: intimacy, raw and unfiltered. Him, behind her, holding her hair. Her, on her belly, surrendering completely. Spirit said ‘that's someone's favorite s∆x position’ And then—Sailor Moon? Spirit flashed her image, and I don’t know why, but it feels significant. Maybe it’s about fantasy, fulfillment, the way this connection feels almost otherworldly. And then came the seahorse—fulfillment, completion, a sense of being whole in each other’s presence.

The Timeline: Three Strikes, Three Months

Spirit kept emphasizing ‘three.’ Three strikes, three months. It’s a countdown, a ticking clock leading to something big. Maybe the leak. Maybe the emotional move. Maybe the culmination of their connection. Whatever it is, it’s happening soon. Spirit wants you to know: mark your calendars. This isn’t far off, darlings—it’s breathing down your neck.

The Pick-Me Queen and the Validation King™

Let’s talk about her, shall we? The Queen of Cups, the Scorpio enchantress. Spirit says she’s a pick-me girl, and oh, he’s eating it up. Why? Because she validates him, feeds his ego, makes him feel like he’s the only man in the world. And him? Scorpio rising. He’s obsessed. Consumed. Their dynamic is a perfect storm of need and adoration, and neither of them can resist the pull. (A detail Spirit kept insisting on is that she's born in 2002 TF?)

🥐🫖My Final Thoughts🫖🥐

So, darlings, there you have it. My first-ever coffee grounds reading, and what a revelation it was. I don’t know if this is a gift I’ve been hiding or just Spirit playing tricks on me, but one thing’s certain: I’m hooked. If this resonates, take it, run with it. If not, well, enjoy the drama—it’s better than Netflix, isn’t it? And remember: I don’t predict the future—I reveal it. Spirit’s the storyteller, I’m just the scribe. Until next time, my loves. Ta-ta!

Vote wisely, my loves, and don’t hold back—I never do.

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hyukassubi · 11 months ago

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🍪☕ It Was Always You and Me ༉‧₊˚.

♡𓂃 Pairing -> (Former) Knight! Huening Kai x Seamstress! Reader

♡𓂃 Synopsis ->

Growing up, you never believed in purpose, nor destiny. Simply following the path of life, becoming a royal seamstress didn't at all seem like a bad idea. Only thing is, it wasn't your idea. Your best friend who just so happens to be the crowned prince knows what it's like to grow up having limited choices, and Prince Kang Taehyun doesn't want the same happening to you. The commander knight, in turn, has other plans for the future. After Huening Kai closes a profound chapter of his life, he seeks refuge from the chaos of his past, opting for a cozier lifestyle instead. ... And it just so seems that those plans wouldn't be fulfilled without you.

♡𓂃 Content (to be updated) -> (Former) Knight! Huening Kai, Prince! Taehyun, Wizard! Beomgyu, Bartender! Yeonjun, Bartender! Soobin; This story takes up a major chunk of the reader's life from when she's 3-22 years old, which obviously automatically applies to the TXT members, too; Bangchan from Stray Kids is an anti-aging Commander Knight for some reason and medieval Bebe Rexha exists because that just makes sense; LOTS OF FLUFF AND HEART MELTING SCENES; Restaurant (worker) AU;

♡𓂃 Update Schedule -> 2 am kst every Monday and Wednesday!!

♡𓂃 Started -> 1st of July

♡𓂃 Ended -> (to be updated)

Chapters :

🍪 01 | Your Eyeliner Sucks But This Ceremony Doesn't

🍪 02 | Of Roses And Cookies

🍪 03 | Parting Ways and Painting Ceilings

🍪 04 | Knight-in-training Kai Kamal Huening

🍪 05 | The Prince's Sick Meal/ Blue and White Tiled Kitchens

🍪 06 | The Letter Tucked Under The Bonsai Tree/ This Shade of Green

🍪 07 | Hazelnut and Pony Riding Lessons

🍪 08 | Ditch The Navy

🍪 09 | The Knight, The Seamstress and The Goofy Ahh Food Inspector

🪡 10 | You Don't Smell Like Cookies Anymore/ Horse Ate My Sandwich

🪡 11 | Don't You Get Homesick?

🪡 12 | Because He's Big and Strong...

🪡 13 | The Queen's Bloody Shawl/ Why Didn't You Tell Me?

🪡 14 | Elipsis

🪡 15 | Smoked Grapes With A Wizard/ Don't Let Me Succumb To My Shrimp Cravings

🪡 16 | Booty So Big That Bed Broke But That Letter Got His Heart Broke-n

🪡 17 | The 'S' in 'Seamstress' Stands For 'Soulmate'

☕ 18 | PERMorPASS/ The Satchel Seams Will Rip

☕ 19 | Grand Opening...

☕ 20 | Chat Over Chai Ep. 333,000

☕ 21 | Jasmine Tea Plucking, Pt. 1 - Plucking HELL

☕ 22 | Jasmine Tea Plucking, Pt.2- Under The Shady Tree/ Hands Tied ‘Til Sunset…

☕ 23 | It Should've Been You

24...

♡𓂃 Teaser | Trailer | Moodboard

♡𓂃 Taglist -> @sweetheartsaku @imcringebutimfree @i-like-to-read-at-4am @pengningie @marloree @stormy1408 @blossommi

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shadyteacup · 2 years ago

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i hate loving characters bc im so bad at talking about them so i just scream for 12 hours straight having said nothing of substance.

#shadyteacup #shady☕

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bridgetoesoteria · 1 year ago

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☕👀Messy Tarot: Who wishes they could be you?

Ever wondered if you had your very own Stan? Well, now you get to know that and more for the very low price of "picking a picture and scrolling down to your pileee" *cue Price is Right song*

Left to right as per us. See you at your pile. May the odds ever be in your favor (aka I hope it resonates lol).

I am using multiple decks so I won't be listing the cards like usual.

**TW: Substance use/abuse**

Pile 1

Off the bat: You may be aware of this person already. For some of you it is a blonde woman or man. They feel a little shady like they aren't fully trustworthy. Like the kind of person to be secretly competing with you and trying to sabotage you. You could work or go to school together.

Who wishes they could be you?

I am getting a lot of masculine energy from the first few cards I've pulled. I'm saying this because I pulled the King of Wands, the King of Swords is a few cards under the bottom of the deck, and a lot of the other cards have guys on them.

This person feels kind of bitter. This could be a scorned lover of some kind like either your ex or the person you are with's ex. I also think this person could have a bit of a temper or be quite defensive and have a fragile ego. You may have had an argument with them. I'm already getting some of the "why" but I'm still trying to describe who they are lol.

This is so weird lol. Like...the question is who wishes they could be you, not be with you, and yet I'm getting heavy ex energy. If this isn't an ex, this is someone that feels rejected by you in some way. Do people really date and person and wish to be them? I've never heard of that but I have heard of partner's who are jealous of the other partner's success and other things.

For some of you, this could be someone that envies your dating life. So in some way, they would be aware of what is going on in your love life. You could be confiding in them or they could be in a position that allows them to "eavesdrop." For example, they could be in the next cubicle over and listen when you and a coworker gossip, they could follow your social media, or they could be part of your friend group.

Finally, this could be someone that is either actively trying to get you to reconcile with them or they are trying to manifest that. They really want to reach out to you and if they haven't, its because of their stubbornness.

Why?...

I pulled some cards from a nontarot deck I got from amazon and 💀.

"If you could be in a one-sided relationship, would you?"

I don't know why that one is sending me but it was on the bottom of the deck and I just could not. Like what did y'all do to this person. They feel salty and scorned af lol. Cause wtf kind of question is that. Or on the other hand, this could be what they tried to do with you. I did pull the King of Wands which can be a manipulative, man hoeish type.

So when I mentioned that I was already getting a "why," this is kind of what I was picking up on. These cards are repeating it more clearly. One, I still think this person envies how you are able to date and move about socially. You could be outspoken and passionate and they wish they were that bold. Also, if this is an ex, its not so much that they want to be you, its more like they want to be in control of you. Like say they did propose some bs like the above, "hey babe, why don't you be monogamous with me, while I run the streets?😃" You may have peaced out and now they wish they could get inside your head and be able to influence your decisions. Think of like transformers or something, where you can just hop in a robot and move it around. For the record, I think this is fucked. No one should be anyone's puppet so if you recognize this person, you def made the right choice when you rejected them.

For others, you could be really good with animals and envy that. Say you are a vet or volunteer and a shelter and you seem to just be such a natural. I'm definitely picking up the energy of somebody that envies your work ethic and material success. I also keep hearing "you're solid." So you could have a pretty stable life in some way. Maybe a good family background, a supportive social circle, and financial security. I think even if you did fall on hard times, you would bounce back. This person wishes they had the same. You may also travel a lot. They really admire that. I think this person really just wants your life. This particular energy doesn't feel as malicious, more kind of sad. Its this kind of vibe:

Last but not least, I am also getting that they want to be like you because of how much you love yourself. You have strong boundaries and self-respect. Other people probably respect you as well. You are confident and you choose happiness and peace.

TL;DR: This could be a salty ex, someone that feels rejected by you, or a person that is observing your life/love life. The ex or rejected person is a control freak that wants to "be" you just so they can turn you into a yesman. They want to be able to control your decision making. The other people envy your life, your success, and your self love. From the outside, it seems like you have all the things most people dream of.

Pile 2

Off the bat: Either you or this person could be a busy bee. You are always on the go with a ton of things on your to-do list. Some of you could be this jumpy and hyperactive because of a mental illness, specifically I'm getting OCD, anxiety, or ADD/ADHD. This could be someone that is uptight and tends to be very curt when you speak to them. They could hold a high position like an executive director, principal, or supervisor. For others, this is younger person, may adolescent up to early 20s.

And this is so weird but for some of you...this could literally be your therapist or possibly your client.

Who wishes they could be you?

This could be someone who, in some way, is on the opposite side of whatever your current life experience is. Specifically, they could be experiencing a breakup or divorce while you are still in a relationship or you are happily single. If they are single, I don't think they are happy like that. They could be quite standoffish.

I feel the last piles energy coming through and uh uh lol nope.

But speaking of the last pile, this could be that one energy I was getting of someone that is observing their love life. It feels like that. Maybe this person has a partner that does not respect them or their boundaries.

For some of you this episode of Bob's Burgers could be significant. Gene dresses up as Bob, after Linda compares the two of them. He has a "mid-childhood crisis." He worries about turning into his dad. So for some of you this could be someone that is under you in some way and expected to "become" you. So it could be a person that gets compared to you often, your child or younger sibling, a more junior colleague.

This person could have gone through some kind of loss or betrayal recently. For a very small amount of you, they think you took their person or they were trying to do that to you.

Why?...

This mistress story line is popping back up. So this person could want to be you in order to have whoever your with. Whether they are the current or ex partner or they are a wannabe third party.

This could also be someone that feels like you have the affection of some that hates them. I think they may need to work on their self-esteem because why would you seek approval from a person who isn't nice to you. So they could be kind of broken and need to work on themselves. They could wish they had your luck or your ability to move on and be resilient.

This person could feel like you are more interesting and that you live a more interesting life. Some of them envy your youth, because they feel like you have more options that they do. This could be talking about love but it could also talk about opportunities. Going back to the executive energy that came through. Say you are a young professional so maybe you recently graduated from college or grad school. You start a new company. This would be a higher up that could feel kind of complacent in their position, have a marriage that is falling apart, and they look at you as having less that is holding you back. You could easily up and leave this job, you may even be able to choose a whole new career path without greatly upsetting your life. They could see a lot of people flirting with you or just generally flocking to you.

This person tries not to compare themselves to you but they can't help it. I think they are just in a bad place in their life and look at you wistfully and imagine how much better it must be. They could say positive affirmations and try to build themselves up. They may even attend counseling. They could bring you up a lot.

TL;DR: This is someone who is going through a rough patch in their life and looks at you life and imagines that it is much better than theirs. People like you better, you have more opportunities, you have more freedom. Its like you are living an alternate reality from their perspective. I do think they are working on healing themselves but they still have a long way to go. They try not to sabotage their process by comparing themselves to you but they can't help.

Pile 3

Off the bat: Ooo this much lighter energy than the previous piles. I immediately got a goofball/class clown energy. This person could also be a stoner. I am getting boyish energy like a tomboy, an adolescent male, or a childhood friend. Some of you may have rode bikes with this person before. So maybe you grew up on the same street or your parents were friends. Could also be a cousin. I'm just feeling happier and happier, like I smoked but I didn't lol so I know its not me. So they could make you happy or you could make each other happy. They could come have a sad family history

Who wishes they could be you?

So you may have had to cut this person off. You may have grown up together but gone down two different paths in life and you drifted apart. I think they envy your family life or something about your foundation. They could seem to be unlucky. They could get into a lot of legal trouble. They could struggle with some form of addiction or mental illness.

You could know them to always be in the center of some kind of drama. They could instigate fights or be someone that has a hard time walking away from an argument. The sort of person who can't ignore when someone brushes past them in the club. They can't just let it go, they have to confront the person. It doesn't matter whether it was intentional or just because its packed.

They are not respectful and could have a sharp, critical tongue. You may not trust them. People could find them untrustworthy. They may not even trust themselves tbh. For others, this person isn't that toxic. They may have made bad decision but they are trying to get back on their feet. People may have given up on them but I don't think they wanted it to be that way. They may struggle with maintaining progress.

I do think this could be family. You could have them on Facebook. Specifically, I am getting father, grandfather, a mother (so doesn't have to be your mom but they have kids), a female cousin. They could have gone away for some time to get better. For example, going on a social media detox, going to rehab, going to a women's shelter. If this is father figure or patriarch, they are quite overbearing. Probably more traditional and chauvinistic. If this is a female cousin, this person could have to deal with a rigid, or traditional family or society.

Why?...

I'm hearing songs from the Little Mermaid. So I don't every one of these people have bad feelings towards you. I think they just think you have more freedom and fun than them. I am specifically getting for some of you, you could be of South Asian descent. You or your family may have relocated to a North American or European country. This could be a family member that has you on social media. They could see you doing things that they are not allowed to do where they are. If you don't resonate with some of your family being overseas, this could be that your cousins parents are strict but your parents are more lax.

You may have already figured this out because of the last pile, but this person could wish their lives were on track like yours. They could wish they had made better choices when they were younger, or sometime in the past, so they could be a different person now.

This person really admires you. They find you fearless and unstoppable. If you did struggle with something like an addiction, eating disorder, or something else, you may overcame it. This could also be someone that you are "sponsoring," I think that's what its called. You know how in support groups, you take someone new under your wing?

They could think you are really beautiful inside out. If you post pictures, you always look good. You always seem to be glowing. You have a definite lust for life. Word to Lana

TL;DR: This could be someone you grew up with or a family member. This could be friend that has faced a lot of challenges. This could be a family member who has to deal with much more restrictive societal expectations. This person mostly feels like they really admire you. You are a forced to be reckoned with. You are everything they wish they could be. They want to be able to overcome challenges and be powerful like you. They also think you are gorgeous and have the best social media page.

Pile 4

Off the bat: I felt the need to play the Bing Bong remix with Sexyy Red. So I feel like this person be a little ratchet lol. Or they could be a rapper or musician of some kind. If this isn't them, it could be describing you. They could be a stripper, camgirl or city girl type. I do think this person is fun too. They have a quiet strength to them. This could also be someone's baby momma.

Who wishes they could be you?

This could be multiple feminine energies or women. Its reminding me of this messyyy ass situation I was in irl lolz. So you could be have been with someone that was a player. You may or may not have known that about them. I guess some of you could still be with this person. I don't think its them that wishes they were you. I think its the people they were talking to simultaneously that wish they were you.

There is one person who is coming through stronger than the others. There could be a specific ex that you know does not like you. They could have wanted to built something with this person.

I think this is a person who works in some kind of piscean sort of field. They are selling dreams/fantasies in some way. They could be a fashion designer or artists. They could be some kind of sex worker. They could work in nightlife as a promoter or bartender. They could sell goodies bags *wink wink*.

They could have involvement with the law or be going through a custody battle. You could have exchanged words through text or over social media. You may not be speaking right now. They may have tried to contact you or they want to extend an olive branch. I'm not sure why I am picking up on attraction. It does feel like a feminine energy. If you are a girl then this would be a girl that's high key obsessed with you and doesn't know if they want to be you or be with you.

Why?...

For those of you who were resonating with the baby mama drama storyline, they think if they were you, then they could have their family back. Like that would be the cheatcode for fixing the third party situation. I'm not sure if it even is a true third party situation anymore or if it ever was. Your partner could have totally moved on from them and this person won't fully grieve the ending of their relationship. So its definitely giving delulu...

For the people resonating with the same sex story line, may not realize that they are attracted to you. Even if they do, they may be trying to keep that to themselves. They think you are cool. It feels like a combination of admiration and infatuation. Some of them wish they could have your life. Not in a creepy way, unless you know this person is weird. But its more like, they would like to be "cookie cutter" perfect. They mean that in the best way. They want to be conventionally attractive, have a perfect family, have a socially acceptable sexuality, be talented and well liked. You may not interact with this person much because, one, it feels like they kind of blend into the background or like they are on the periphery of your social circle. Two, no one's life is picture perfect like this. Unless they are just someone who struggles with idolizing people, they must not be close enough to you to see the flaws.

On the flipside, you could be viewing someone else like this. You could think they have it all together but really they wish they could stop caring about the shackles that bind them. They want to be free and to explore something else.

This person also wishes they were you because they think you are more loveable than them. If they were you they would feel more worthy and deserving of love. Especially, unconditional love. So they may struggle to forgive themselves for past decisions. Being you would give them a clean slate.

TL;DR: This could be your current or past partner's ex. They may have had children together. This person could work in nightlife, sex work, or something that you don't exactly report on your taxes iykwim. They could also be an artist of some kind. Lastly, they may be someone who is observing your life. They aren't close enough to you to see the imperfections. So they have a much more idealized view of who you are. They believe that being you would allow them to have a clean slate and the perfect life.

Pile 5

Off the bat: You could have a lot of self-discipline. This could be someone that lacks that. This could be a previous workout buddy or accountability partner of some sort. You could be in college or have known them in college. Winter could be a significant season. Someone's name could be Jason. If you play sports this could be someone else that plays sports, they could be on a rival team also.

Who wishes they could be you?

There could be something notable about the way this person smells. They could be toxic or attracted to toxic people. They could be obsessed with gaining approval from the opposite sex. So maybe you know them to be kind of a pickme, a simp, or a little thirsty. If this is a girl, she could be insecure and view other women as competitors.

This person probably uses unhealthy coping mechanisms to process their emotions. They could be a cheerleader or someone who tries to come across bubbly. They feel like they have to earn love. Again, I don't think they choose the healthiest partnerships. They could care a lot about their outer appearance. So, they could be kind of vain or hypercritical.

I think this person is apart of your social group. I think you know this person and may interact with them often. They kind of give me mean girl vibes. They could have been cut off by you or others for playing dirty. They could throw people under the bus, "steal" boyfriends, and/or say nasty things about others. Even if this is a guy, they could behave in a similar manner. Whoever they are, they are not all the way trustworthy. I wouldn't trust them at all just going off this energy.

I'm also being reminded of this girl I went to high school with. She had the same vibe. Kind of vain, a mean girl, always talking to a guy. I always felt like there was something off about her but she was "popular," so everyone was kind of dismissive about that. Well, later, my sister ends up befriending her sister and I find out that she is actually a diagnosed sociopath... So yeah, maybe that resonates. She also was bipolar. So this person could possibly struggle with their mental health and/or their ability to empathize with others.

Why?...

I think they respect you as a "competitor." You know what they say, if you can't beat 'em join 'em. But its more like, you join them. If they could get you to join their clique and be a follower of theirs, it would make them so happy. It would really validate them. It kind of reminds me of one of the other piles. That person did not necessarily want to be that person, they wanted to be in control of them. I'm kind of getting the same vibe here. If they could get in your head, they could either take credit for your successes or they could get you to self-sabotage. Like they are kind of plotting on you.

There could be something about them wanting your romantic option(s). If there was some kind of drama, you may have come out on the winning side. This person really feels like they don't like you. They envy the things you have and see becoming you as a shortcut. They could even consider adopting some of your traits. If they are trying to get into your good graces, I think they may actually be trying to get at your partner.

You could have more opportunities in life than this person. Or they think you have better opportunities. Like they may have a "grass is greener on the other side" view of your life. For some of you this person may have no real reason to envy your life, they just aren't grateful for what they have. For others, they don't want to work to achieve those things (going back to the former accountability partner). They also think you have more people that love you for you. You are a trendsetter.

TL;DR: This could be someone that is a mean girl type. They could be a former gym buddy or accountability partner. They could also be an athlete or a player on a rival team. This person chases approval of the opposite gender and may be willing to betray others to get it. They envy the opportunities you have in life and love. They could want your partner. They wish people loved them, the way they love you.

The next reading I'll post will be the last one on the poll, "Toxicity: What would have happened if you stayed?" That reading will be great for anyone that is second guessing walking away from a situation.

TTYL 💖

~ K

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theboys-inzoi · 23 days ago

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Plesio Gaming Café 2.0 👾

I built this for Ch2/Ep6 so Saiwa & co can 'work' and do their stuff here, which wasn't possible without actually 'working' at the premade Gaming Café ;-; Plan was to just rebuilt it on a residential lot, but I got carried away ^^' I even created a logo for it in my Photo Studio app lol It's decorated with posters of some of my favourite games.

I really appreciate the lighting in inZOI and the atmosphere we can create with the light colors and brightness.

This corner is my favourite 🐣

Sometimes they even play table top games here 🎲

The coffee corner - for long gaming sessions ☕

There is even a bed in the storage room, when it gets late 💤

It's located on second floor at Moaville in Dowon. View from above:

A Gaming Cafe is called 'PC Bang' in Korea (Bang 방 = Room) And they are very common, because not many can afford their own high-end computer. And cheap, around 1€/$ per hour. And they serve food and drinks! 🍜 I think they might also be the reason why inZOI has such high system requirements. Maybe the developers thought players would just visit the next PC Bang to play inZOI if they don't have a high-end PC. The internet cafes I know are totally different from those in Korea. Here, they are some quite shady places I wouldn't set a foot in ö.ö' But in Korea they are really neat and modern 🕹️

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Oh my, I'd really love to visit a PC Bang in Korea. Jimmy Kim, the guy who made the video linked above, has many other fun ones to watch.

The 'As if it's your last' story hub is -> here Our builds hub is -> here

#Plesio Gaming Cafe 2.0 #showusyourbuilds #PC Bang #inZOI #inzoiblr #inzoi builds #inzoi early access #inzoi build mode #Dowon #dowon residential lots #dowon lots #Youtube

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shadyteacup · 11 months ago

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Bated Breath

Dazai x fem! Reader

Wait till the end, it’s worth it ;) || part 2

Dazai wondered how he ended up like this.

Bullets flying through the smoky air, clearing a path for fresher air. He hated the fact that he actually felt a rush as he inhaled the gunpowder.

Was it because it reminded him of the dark old days? His past haunted him like a tenacious one sided lover, who failed to acknowledge his delusions.

Oftentimes he found himself actually giving in to the warm embrace of his mafia days, the memories feeling more hot, than warm. Hot enough to burn through his clothes and leave burns on his porcelain skin.

Was this just that? Was he melting into a ghost of his past?

No.

This was much worse, he thought.

Because behind one of those bullets, stood a gun, aimed point blank at him. A slight tug at the trigger, and he would be a few grams lighter, a part of his brain flying out from his skull.

Yet, the one who held the gun stood perfectly still, almost like a statue.

Their finger on the trigger, their eyes sharp, and their lips in a smirk.

An oddly warm smirk.

“Osamu.”, they whispered, almost inaudible considering the many bullets zipping past his ears, fuzzing up his brain with the constant ringing.

Nobody could hear them. But he could. Because he knew those lips well. Way too well. He knew how they curled, and had almost memorised the way they called his name. They didn’t have to let out any sound, just the way they moved, told him they were tracing out the syllables of his name.

As I said, he knew those lips well.

Because he was caressing them last night. He was whispering sweet nothings as he slid a tongue into her mouth, those very lips opening in delicious moans at his antics in bed.

He knew her so well, that all it took was a look, and he knew what was coming.

He threw his head back. His torso leaned back due to the sudden movement, and in one swift motion, he fell to the ground, unmoving.

She giggled, as her love, for the man lying in a pool of blood by his head, a few feet from her heels, oddly, only grew.

She waited patiently for her men to finish the task before them.

Soon enough, many lifeless bodies laid on the ground, and shot members of the ADA stared back at her, their looks deadly.

Sadly, that’s all they could do; glare at her. They were hopelessly wounded, and their mastermind, the man who always figured it all out, who was a hundred steps ahead of their enemies, was lying stupidly at her feet.

“I’ll kill you.”

You heard the weretiger mumble out helplessly.

He was injured, and his powers would take time to kick in due to the severity of the blows he had been given.

Your men weren’t amateurs, they were pretty good at their job.

“I’d love to see you try, hun.”, you said, in a voice too calm and caring for the situation you were in.

Kunikida coughed up some blood as he tried to apply pressure to his wound.

The doctor used one hand to hold her head in place, as the drugs she had ingested unbeknownst to her, were forcing her to sleep. A simple yet effective method to slow down her healing. If she gives in to the sleeping pills, she won’t stay awake to heal her fatal wounds, and the grogginess didn’t let her focus.

Kyoka had been sedated, and Tanizaki had been dealt with, by using Naomi as a distraction, causing him to lose focus for a split second. That was enough to wound him enough to immobilise him.

“Take them away.”

Your men bowed and got to work, working on taking away everyone, except your lover.

Atsushi had already healed a little, and had regained enough energy to scream at you.

“YOU’RE DEAD! IM GOING TO KILL YOU! You.. I -“, Atsushi yelled, before being sedated by your men.

You watched as everyone, save for Yosano san, was given a heavy sedative, and rushed out of the room.

They had to work hard to keep her awake; she couldn’t pass out yet, for her own sake.

The room cleared, and now it was just you, and him. You watched his body, sprawled on the floor.

You kneeled down near his face, observing his beautiful features.

Hesitantly, you traced a finger on his jaw. His face felt so soft.

Angelic even.

You admired him some more, tracing his cheeks, his lovely lips, and his nose. Your thumb brushed his eyebrows lovingly, before leaning down to his lips.

You kissed him.

Passionately.

Some would call you a psychopath, for doing something so loving to someone you had killed.

The funny thing is, Dazai kissed back.

“Was I convincing enough, Bella?”

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shadyteacup · 7 months ago

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🫵🏻YOU, YES YOU! FOLLOW MY BELOVED! RIGHT NOW!

Welcome!

Hi there, great to meet ya! I’m Geas :D

COMMISSIONS CLOSED, REQUESTS OPEN

You can find my masterlist here (if it doesn’t work, please tell me!)

You can find TOS here and fandom/character list here.

All works are gender neutral unless stated otherwise, and since I’m a gay guy I probably won’t write female reader or female character content (sorry!)

The dialogue I use for incorrect quotes comes directly from me and my friend group. I’m not intentionally bullying any character that I call stupid or mock in any of the quotes - most of the stupid things came directly from me and my big, dumb mouth.

Please enjoy your stay!

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torrtis · 3 months ago

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☕✨ Caffeine & Needles – Where coffee, candles, and ink collide! 🖤💉

I had so much fun building this lot! I was going for realistic downtown vibes, and I think it turned out perfectly. Caffeine & Needles is a cozy yet edgy spot run by twin sisters with a dream—and a little bit of chaos.

Meet Clementine & Tapanga: Clementine, the sharp-witted (and slightly shady) tattoo artist, runs the buzzing parlor on the top floor, turning skin into masterpieces. Meanwhile, Tapanga keeps the front warm and inviting with handcrafted coffee and homemade candles, filling the shop with cozy vibes.

This isn’t just a business—it’s a whole mood. Whether you’re looking for the perfect latte, a fresh new tattoo, or just a place to soak in the atmosphere, Caffeine & Needles has you covered. Some say there’s more happening here than meets the eye, but one thing’s for sure: you’ll leave with a story to tell. ☕🔥

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gremlinandacrow · 2 months ago

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Adenosine (Crackle Short #3) ☕🐲💤

Me? Crackle posting yet again? Yeah I am, who's gonna stop me?! Anyways, a lot of stuff happened last session (as of posting), so as per usual with...All of my writings actually, this is super self-indulgent and contains a lot of references to fun (and not so fun) things!

(Story Below the Readmore!)

Word Count: 2.5k

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and depictions of trauma (flashbacks)

He was back. Snaps was really back this time. He was alive.

Crackle had repeated those phrases internally. He wasn't sure how long it had been, but she knew it started when...When Snaps came back. She still wasn't sure how it worked, and maybe it was for the best that she didn't question the revival..."Spell" or its caster. Out of all the reasons why, the main one the dragonborn chose to prioritize was that, once more, Snaps was alive again. That was one of the few things on his mind that he wanted there…But another ruminating thought had also burrowed into his consciousness.

Was it worth it?

It was-that was the end of the conversation. Crackle was not going to entertain any argument that would ever make him reconsider or regret his words. As she put it earlier, towards Franklin (Crackle still couldn't believe he managed to walk in between him and Allister, yes she knew the dangers, and yes she could've died, but...), she was not going to lose him again.

It was as fair as a deal he could ever receive from Franklin. Maybe from anyone he's encountered. In the time he's traveled, both with and without his friends, there were people he met who struck up plenty of offers and temptations. Many of which always had a clause. Crackle would know how dangerous it was to deal with a higher being than him.

But Franklin's deal, as he offered Snaps' revival, didn't give the dragonborn any reason to back out. It was beneficial to both parties (well, Crackle and Franklin), with the dragonborn losing their aura sense as part of it. They didn't even permanently lose their eye to the conniving entity! Yet, the thought of empowering Franklin was now starting to weigh on his mind. Again, it was worth it, though he was sure everyone else probably had different opinions.

It had been a very, very, very, long day for everyone. Emotionally, since the party didn't have to fight (or were even forced to). Even then, the metaphorical weight of Allister chasing after them, the threat of the town's shadow folk tearing the party into shreds, getting unknowingly trapped in the small town by Roberto, Franklin showing himself and offering shady deals and suffocating the party into accepting them (at least when it came to the eyeglass, getting Snaps back was wholly Crackle's doing), all of that took a massive toll. Instead of joining the celebrations outside (it had been at least a few hours since the town's curse was lifted, yet the muffled music from outside still boomed with vivacity), the party secluded themselves into a small boarding house, the closest this town had to an inn. One by one, the others had fallen asleep.

Aurora was the most exhausted, despite her fretting. As much as she muttered the same question aloud over and over ("Why does Franklin want me alive?"), she eventually fell asleep from pure exhaustion, left without an answer. Emanuel had been quiet for a while, not even attempting to partake in the celebration outside. He ended up retiring quickly after Aurora (Crackle could only imagine what he was thinking. Franklin had glanced his way while threatening the party, and...That couldn't be good). Quinn held on the longest, keeping themselves up by rereading their alchemy book and talking to Crackle.

"Are you sure you don't want me to watch over him for a while?" They asked her.

She shook her head. "I'm fine. And...I'd rather be the first thing he sees." Crackle then weakly quipped, "If he sees you, Snaps would probably joke about you being his nurse!" As he tried to laugh, it came off more as an airy scoff.

“Crackle…” The halfling began, “You can’t stay up all night.”

He was about to speak when Roberto spoke up. The hare-goliath took up a corner of the already small room. In front of him was a strange square-shaped device, it glowed red as if it was some magical object. On top of it was a pot with steam slowly rising from it

“He could if he wanted coffee.”

The dragonborn hesitated, “I’m fine, thanks.”

Thinking back to this morning, he found the liquid strange and chose not to drink it, unlike everyone else (though Aurora quickly commented on how bitter it was).

After his (sort of) offer was rejected, Roberto shrugged and looked back at his concoction.

“Even if you had any, I just think we should set up a night watch maybe,” Quinn continued, still persuading Crackle, “I don’t think I can really sleep well considering Franklin might…”

Ah, right, Quinn’s dreams. Considering their bond with Norie was so strong, it even seeped into their mind, for better or for worse. If Franklin was dangerous in the real world and towards multiple people, he couldn’t imagine what would happen if Quinn faced him alone.

So, the two (three counting Roberto) stayed up for a little while longer.

Quinn focused more on reading, every time they nodded off, they pinched their arm. However, they eventually slumped against the wall, next to Crackle, their eyes fluttered and their breathing slowed. While the dragonborn wanted to nudge them awake, he stopped himself. If anyone was going to sacrifice sleep tonight, it would be him. He’d only intervene if it seemed like Quinn was in distress.

Before Crackle knew it, they held his tail in their arms. It wasn't a recent development, but it was giving him some form of grounding himself to reality, something he appreciated. Still, he focused on his brother again.

Snaps laid against the bed immediately next to Crackle, his breathing was slow and shallow. Still unconscious, but alive and at peace. Crackle watched over his brother and had been since he dug the rabbitfolk out of the blackened ooze Franklin spit him out with. She kept her eyes open for as long as she physically could. Every blink was made from her eyes tearing up, their version of crying out in pain, and even then it was swift, as if Snaps would disappear if Crackle kept his eyes closed for a second too long.

Was it childish to think that way? Yes, it was...But chaos thrived with the party (weirder things have happened before), and Snaps had come and went many times before tonight. Crackle didn't want to risk his chances. If his brother woke up now, he could slip away at a moment's notice. What if, Crackle thought, Snaps was secretly awake and just waiting for everyone to sleep so he'd run off into the night, just like the day he left him and Pops?

...No, Snaps wouldn't keep a ruse up this long. Though with a thought like that...How much does he know? Did his memories stop the moment the icicle pierced his back, or did he "live" on in his grim form? Was he still pissed off at the party? Does he still think Crackle was a burden, was reviving him worse than that, being an onerous betrayal to reintroduce him to life without his Queen by his side?

Clink!

Crackle snapped out of her trance as she heard the frim sounds of ceramics hitting together, followed by a rich, smoky aroma.

"You sure you don’t want a drink?" Asked Roberto.

To say Crackle had...Complicated feelings towards the harefolk would've been a half-truth. She knew the goliath-hare wouldn't have known about Snaps or what happened to him several weeks ago, but when she first saw Roberto, he felt her heart drop and shatter once again. At first glance, he looked like a taller version of Snaps. He also butted heads with Quinn often, something Snaps also did. There was one other thing that made the two more similar...

The harefolk was holding a cup of coffee, raising it close to the blue dragonborn. Stream rose from the black liquid, dancing about as it dissipated into the air.

"What did you put in it?" Crackle questioned. Another thing about Roberto was that he was coy like Snaps. Crafty even-Actually that was an understatement, a better word would actually be "suspicious", as for the very limited time the party has known Roberto, he led them to strange places, keeping many things under wraps until they inevitably unfurled in front of everyone. From withholding his name to knowingly trapping everyone into the once-cursed town, it was one thing after another with him.

The hare answered, "Grounded beans and hot water." He tilted his head and added, "If you're planning on staying up all night, this'll help."

Crackle leaned, cautiously grasping the cup. They didn't want to move too suddenly and wake Quinn up. She held the cup close to her lips (consuming anything had been a challenge as she was still trying to refamiliarize herself with her body), taking a swift sip, only to flinch from the scalding sensation against his tongue.

"Mh-Fuck-!" She hissed, trying to keep her voice low. Keeping their jaws snapped shut, they silently watched Quinn shift, still asleep. They glanced at the harefolk and whispered, “Thank you…”

Roberto just nodded, but he said nothing as his gaze went towards Snaps. His dark eyes were hazy, lacking any light as if he was lost in thought. For as calculating (or malicious) as he was, the harefolk was…Smart. Crackle couldn’t deny that, though if they ever said it aloud, it would’ve come off as obvious (since many of the people they knew were smarter than them). Yet, the dragonborn wanted to speak.

Why? She wasn’t sure. Maybe it was because she lacked tact. Or, if she wanted to go deeper…Maybe they wanted the company, even from someone like Roberto. And so, she whispered once more to him, “What’s on your mind?”

Not a simple question by any means, but it was something.

Roberto looked back at Crackle and responded, “So he’s why you’ve been weird around me.” His tone was low, still quiet, yet each word was accented with a light click as if he was being accusatory.

“...Yeah.”

“...How the hell did he…” Roberto paused before restating his question, “What caused him to be like that?”

That was a long, horrid story. One that Crackle’s mind kept repeating on loop. The same one that kept him up at night. Even with Snaps being alive again…It didn’t scrub away at the nightmarish memory of his death. As much as he didn’t want to repeat it again and retell the story…Roberto witnessed a lot and now knew about Franklin.

Crackle didn’t trust Roberto, but sometimes you needed to unload your burdens to anyone who’s there because they’re the only one that could listen.

“Snaps…Died recently,” She began, “And so did his lover. We…” The dragonborn paused, gesturing to the rest of the party, all still asleep, “We got caught up in battle, but none of it was normal. I…I didn’t do anything but freeze. And before our eyes…She was gone…And then Snaps, he…” The image of piercing ice and blood against melting snow made them stop. Sparks crackled and popped from his throat, already built up from the stresses of today. He covered his maw with a free hand.

“Ah…I get it now, don’t continue.” Roberto assured. He then asked, “Do you really think that guy fixed him?”

“F-Franklin?” Crackle stuttered, still reeling from the lingering itching sensations that coated his throat. Withholding sparks tended to do that, even now he couldn’t get used to the feeling. She took another sip of coffee to try and soothe the pain. “I don’t think he’d double-cross me. Not this time.” She admitted, “And…He wouldn’t do that for a desperate plea like mine.”

Now if Crackle asked Nori…It probably would end up being a disaster. The god was very flighty, and with Franklin possessing him, there would’ve been a chance that the revivification would end up with Snaps…

He really didn’t want to finish that thought.

Roberto asked, “What if he never wakes up?”

Crackle tightened his hold on the cup. “He will. Franklin said-!”

He was cut off. “You don’t know that.” The harefolk countered, “Not for certain. Based on what I’ve seen from this guy, and what Quinn told me, I doubt he’s fulfilling his word as much as you believe so.”

…Crackle wished she could doubt Roberto’s words, but he was right. The party had known Franklin and subsequently were betrayed by him. For as much good he did (hell, he even reversed the death grim’s curse from both her and Aurora the best he could), he soon devolved, leaving the party with Quinn badly poisoned and showing the party his true colors. There was a chance that resurrecting Snaps carried more clauses than what the deal made it out to be. Yes, he was alive and physically all there again, but…

Franklin could do horrific things. He killed Alister right where she stood once he grabbed Snaps from him. Yes, he sided with Merlin and was overall antagonistic towards the party, but…It felt strange to witness her quickly murdered like that. It reminded Crackle of how the Snow and Heat Misers were killed just as swiftly, right after Snaps’ death. If Franklin was less merciful, the dragonborn could’ve died (or worse).

Taking a long sip of his coffee, Crackle took a moment to ruminate before speaking again. “It’s possible, but until he wakes up-If…” She paused as a few sparks escaped her maw, “I-If he wakes up, we won’t know how he’ll be, like you said.”

“That’s not…” Roberto sighed, “Nevermind.”

Crackle yawned, his eyes were getting heavy. The harefolk muttered, “What the…Why’s it making you tired?”

The only response he gave Roberto was a soft growl, “I’m not that tired…I just need to rest my eyes.”

After all, he still needed to keep an eye out for Snaps. There was as much of a chance of him waking up as there was of him never. And if he did, Crackle started to imagine the first thing that could happen. Snaps would wonder what happened, and the dragonborn would explain all he could, lacing their words with constant apologies over…Everything that came to mind. Or he could wake up and immediately cause trouble for Quinn.

Heh, the two smartest people Crackle knew immediately going back to their rivalry…That’d be nice.

They took a deep, sharp breath, they didn’t want to sleep just yet. Even as their eyelids slightly burned, they kept themself up just enough to see Roberto sitting on the edge of Snaps’ bed.

“H-hey…” Crackle groaned, “Don’t experiment on him.”

The harefolk nodded, “Alright…I won’t.”

“P-pinky promise?” A soft chuckle left Crackle’s throat. Sure, Roberto wasn’t Franklin, but it wouldn’t hurt to pull the trick on someone a third time, right?

Roberto smirked. “Sure,” He agreed, “But I’d rather keep tradition and not bite off mine.”

Was he saying that to sound funny? Ugh, Crackle didn’t have the energy to laugh. She whispered, “Okay…I-if he…”

“I’ll wake you up if he does.” Roberto once more cut him off, but this time it was just to finish his sentence. Once again, Crackle closed his eyes. His chest grew lighter with each slow breath he took. Tomorrow was another day. Another where he wasn’t alone or grieving over what he’s lost. For once in a very, very, very long time…He was able to sleep easy tonight.

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shadyteacup · 2 years ago

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Reading in 1st person just feels like the writer is stating what they did, yk?

3rd pov feels like it’s me doing whatever it is that y/n is doing

Why is it that I can't read anything in 1st person pov? It feels weird and it's even more hard to read when it's a x reader fic or something. "I walked towards the door" no, it doesn't feel the same as "they walked towards the door". The second sentence feels more reader insert-y than the first one one.

#shady☕#shadyteacup

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pettypumpkins · 2 days ago

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🧡✨ Welcome to the Petty Patch✨ 🧡

We’re the Petty Pumpkins — a YouTube channel (also real-life couple) serving up pop culture takes and piping hot tea, often with a horror twist and a queer lens. Think: horror movie rants and raves, TV deep-dives and binges galore, scream queen worship (always), chaotic rankings, and lovingly shady commentary on the things we love (and love to hate).

This blog will be a little extra in-depth look into our Petty brains 🤭

🍿 unfiltered thoughts and reactions

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If you love final girls, problematic faves, and overanalyzing pop culture like it’s a final exam… you’ll feel right at home! Please give us a follow here on tumblr as well as our YouTube channel!! Especially since we're fully in Summerween mode now and spooky szn is just around the corner 👻

Xoxo,

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digitalgrowthbyte · 1 month ago

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