#the art is truly wasted on this card

[pinkprimrose05]

I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I ha-

[sm-baby]

WHAT'S NOT YOURS

Freakshow AU by: @hootbon

Promo Art ||The Chosen one (Part 1) || Off-Limits (Part3)

Word count: 6025

HELLO FREAKSHOWERS. ARE YOU READY TO KEEL OVER AND DIE??? CHLSKHCA Whats Not Yours takes place AFTER The Chosen One, but BEFORE Off-Limits! BUT they're not necessarily connected uwu they're just built off the knowledge of The Chosen one, so you know the context.

REMINDER: SHOWTIME IS NOT CANON IN FREAKSHOW AU. I'M JUST A BIG NERD- OK BYE-

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Pomni woke up in a cold sweat.

Her breath hitched like her head had been forced 6 hours underwater. And when she came to, she gasped, gagged, sweating, and panicked. Her wooden fingers were cold to the touch. 

She thought it was all over, but her nightmares followed her into the mansion.  

All that… trauma… that man put her through, her friends… but it wasn't over. She didn't think she could ever escape his wretched grasp until her last death.

And in darkness, light only shining from the eclipse through the curtains, Pomni sat up, hands in her eyes, rubbing away invisible tears from her dry face. Although she wasn't crying, she felt like she was a child just wanting her stuffed toys to protect her. 

Upon sensing her stress levels, her new owner, blue in coat, teleported into her bedroom. “ Hello? Dear?” he spoke with his unnaturally soft voice. “ Is everything alright? I sensed your nerves heightened and I got so worried!” The deck of cards sat at her bed, hands politely to his lap, but ready to hold her if she so pleased.

The woman gasped a crying breath. “ N-No…”

“ You had that dream again?” 

Pomni nodded.

“ Was it about…him?”

She squeaked and whimpered at the mention, practically breaking down from the memory. Oh god. She thought it was all over, she thought it was done- but it was never done! it was never ever done—

“ Oh! You're okay…!” The blue ringmaster scooted over to bring her into his arms. His hands were so loving, warm, and just felt like home. His voice was similar to a man hushing a whimpering puppy.

And Pomni accepted the embrace… She trusted no one else but him in that god-forsaken place. Since she left the circus and signed up to be his little pet, everything has gone uphill since.

He was the only one to ever truly love her unconditionally. Feed her good food, dress her well … hell, he even provides her fancy new clothes and a warm comfortable room. And she loved him back. He was exactly all she needed. 

While in his arms, Pomni's breath shook but calmed down. She then leaned her head on his shoulder, not letting go. She never wanted to let go. She loved him as much as a performer could love her owner.

“ As long as you are under my ownership, you're also under my protection.” He pulled away, and put a clump of hair behind her ear. “ And I promise you, my little dear, you will never have to speak to that man again.”

Her breath hitched and she sobbed softly back into his arms, like if she were to let go she would fall to her death. She can't imagine living a life without him anymore. If she went back into the circus she would just try to kill herself over and over. 

But then, she was safe… now that he was there… he cared for her and tended to her every need like no other. He truly was the best.

“ I love you, dear..” Able whispered.

“ I love you t—”

Caine couldn't finish that thought.

For the past few hours, Caine had been standing there, in the middle of the circus tent, completely stationary. A few hours earlier he had yelled at the ballerina and saw her walk away a lot more hurt than usual.

And for the past few hours, Instead of using his infinite intelligence to maybe, be productive, or be functional, he instead wasted his processors to stupidly think of all the timelines and possibilities that came with the consequences of upsetting his little doll.

Why did she walk away like that. Hands on each opposite shoulder. Like she was holding herself. It wasn't even the fact that she looked weak—no, he'd seen her at her worst.

The way she walked away, her whole demeanor and her silence didn't feel like fear, it felt like she was simply… numb.

He exhaled and twitched.

Complete stationary and staring into nothing is what the AIs looked like when in deep thought. He searched through all the different timelines, and so many of them returned to… him. The ace he needed not name.

The images of him caring for her, her going to him for safety, feeding her, touching her, keeping her away from him-- or maybe even doing the things that he does! Dancing with her, clothing her, Instructing her next dances -- Caine’s eye twitched. He could hardly stand the idea of his little brother talking badly about him.

These were the kinds of intrusive thoughts that he was not used to. And for the moment, he didn't care how close they were to reality. his judgment was clouded. Now, all he was thinking about was a way to prevent it…

Let's see his options...

Kill him? No, he already tried that.

Kill her? No, she'll just come back.

Prevent her from seeing him? He's been doing that every time he sees them around each other!

His hands fidgeted.

Pomni was a human. What do you humans usually do after an argument?

Let's see here…

Pomni was fast asleep in bed, snoring her cares away. It was another hard day at the circus nothing new… Caine said something that day that especially hurt her, and… it was a reminder not to take the guy’s words personally. 

He was a computer built with nothing but random data. Violent data for sure, but there was nothing but objectives in AI-- no other rhyme or reason a human should dig into. 

For now, she cared for nothing but sleep…if she's lucky, she’ll think less about it in the morning. Sleep did help keep her sanity levels up… but if she were to be honest, a lot of the time she goes to bed in the hopes of never waking up.

Her closed eyes twitched though. To her horror, she was waking up. For what reason? She opened her eyes and adjusted to the darkness of her room. in front of her was nothing but the— 

“ AAAA WHAT THE FU-” Pomni fell off her bed.

Caine was sat, squatting at the foot of her bed, quiet and staring.

The doll pulled her head up from the floor and turned back to him. How long has he been there?? He hasn't said a word the entire time-- and- and- how did he get in without alerting her??? 

“ ... Are you slumbering?”

“ God I hope so!” Pomni held her head and onto the bed… “it's not .. show time is it?”

“ No.”

“ Oh. Good.”

Pomni, with a drowsy demeanor, took one of the stepping stools and made her way back to bed. if it wasn't time to entertain the audience then it was leisure time. If it was leisure time, it was time to let herself be miserable.

Though admittedly the silence that night was just a bit more awkward than usual— as it is when people just come back trying to be normal after a big argument. Pomni could barely look him in the eye despite his efforts.

“ So what uh… what brings—”

“I've come to make amends.”

The idea made her cringe. Caine? Making amends? Maybe she was dreaming. But the idea did scare her a little. What would a fucked up AI like him perceive as “ making amends”? She's sure he could make something as mundane as washing dishes a traumatizing experience. 

Pomni’s shoulders tensed and she did back away from him a little, holding her knees, sitting on her pillows.  “ Listen, Caine, Im tired… I guess j-just do whatever you need to do and get this all over with...” 

“ Approximately 5 hours 40 minutes and 16 seconds ago, I yelled at you because you have gotten very insistent in your ideals. I sense that you didn't take kindly to that action. And as one of my best performers I've taken it upon myself to make amends.”

Pomni just nodded along with what he had to say. And the more he spoke, the more tense she got, and the more she sunk into herself. She was waiting for it. The catch. She was practically holding her breath.

“ — So Pomni. Living doll, my star, and my dear, the Circus' greatest attraction…”

Pomni closed her eyes, bracing herself.

“ I ap…” Caine blue-screened and stopped in his speak, as if something physically stopped him from talking. He came back to, and cleared his throat. “ I apol…” before blue screening again.

Pomni perked up. She opened her eyes and looked over at him.

Caine was in hell. A far worse hell than any of the performers could ever experience.

It took him too much of his systems to say half the two-word sentence. Multiple attempts were made, some sounded like he was lagging, and some he stopped in his tracks to glitch out.

…No fucking way.

Pomni stared on with an almost disgusted look on her face. Was it taking THIS much out of him just to say sorry?? God, he was pretentious. Sometimes she questions if he truly was just code or a selfish jerk.

He looked down, hand gestured like he was holding the bridge of his nose. This was embarrassing at this point. He should have practiced. Maybe wording it differently would be easier? “I regret-- no. Not that one.” Dear GOD how do humans do this?

Admittedly it was just a little entertaining to see him struggle in a way. It was prolonging the apology for her. Also nice to see the bastard not only eating his own words but also choking on it as well.

“I apologize.” Caine muttered quickly.

“... Didn't quite catch that, Caine.”

“ You did.”

“ Fair enough.” She best not push her luck. She might be the only person the ringmaster has ever said sorry to, even when it was half-assed. Admittedly, it cheered her up, just not in the way that he intended.

Caine continued, still talking strangely. “ Will. you. ever… for. give. me.”

Pomni weighed her chances of survival for her next reply. She puffed out all the air from her chest “Well… why would I?”

“ I planned for that.” Caine flew from her bed and back in the air, making little magic tricks with his next words. “ What would you like? Food? A nice warm bath? A fire show? Money? A bouquet? fruit basket? A song and dance? Money?” 

Pomni blinked from his little show and rubbed her face. “ I-I think I just wanna go to bed, Caine…”

“ Not Applicable.”

“Oh.” He wasn’t gonna let this go huh? “ U-uh…” her tired, baggy, eyes looked down. Not that she complained, but the mannequins didn’t prepare her for bed that night. She was a lot dirtier when she went to bed and it was a little uncomfortable. “ I-I guess a nice bath would work…

“ Done.” Caine raised his hand to snap and-

“ Not with bubble though! Dear god, not with bubble-- uh.. Maybe just…me. Just- just leave me with a bathtub with towels or something?”

“Hmm…” The doll’s demands were getting quite pretentious. She was lucky he was feeling generous that day. “Done.” Caine carelessly put his hand on Pomni’s head--almost smacking her in the process-- which deserved a little flinch from Pomni. 

But the basic slap wasn’t for nothing, as one snap later-- Caine and Pomni would be transported to a lavatory. This time though, the tub was a little more luxurious than what she deserved. Instead of the old wooden tub that he just filled with water, this one was an actual bathroom. Ceramic with curtains and all.

“ Hmm…” Caine stared at it for a moment… Something’s missing… “ Ah!” He snapped, and candles and rose petals decorated the area.

“ Wh”

“ Perfect, I know, I’ve outdone myself.” He reached out and pinched Pomni’s cheek, later speaking in condescending speech “ Now you enjoy your time here because I promise you, Doll~ I do not want to put this much effort for anyone here again.”

“ Uh-”

“ Adieu!” and just like that, Caine was gone.

Pomni stared over at the fancy new setting, built like the old rich man’s bathroom. Although it was minimal, she didn’t know how to feel about the amount of effort put into it. She was fully ready to just drown herself in the other bathtub. On one hand, it was a nice relaxing sort of setting. On the other hand, no bone in her body was capable of relaxation anymore.

And so Pomni just stared with blinking, small eyes… The flowers, the candles. Maybe in the real world, this would have worked on her. But since she was here, she might as well try.

What Pomni didn’t know was that the lavatory was especially luxurious because it was part of the Brothers’ home. Caine simply deleted the door to get out. But when he teleported, he was only a wall away.

He fixed his coat and trailed his eyes on his good old wacky wat-... pocket watch. Ofcourse. His ol reliable golden pocket watch. Confirming the time, He walked and made his way around the Manor.

The living room played the sound of a classical violin. Despite rarely visiting anymore, his systems can recognize that mediocre tune from anywhere.

Click!

Shut…

“ Oh! Brother!” There stands Able much more chipper than usual after seeing his older brother. “ I had not sensed you in the area!”

Of course, he wouldn't.

“ Why-- it's been quite a while since you visited unprompted! Come, let us play a tune together, I'm sure you—”

“ No!” He replied with a tune in his voice, almost condescending in nature. “I've simply come to complete a simple task and I'll be out of your hair.” Caine sat on the couch putting his cane to the side, and for a moment, putting his feet up on the other knee. He looked like a man who just come from an exhausting day at work.

Able huffed internally at the rejection, but carried on anyway. Of course. The one time his brother visits, it's for work. Able wouldn't be one to talk as a fellow workaholic, but at least he acknowledges his brother, or takes his time to check up on him, or-- invites him to spend time together in special realms or…

He turned his nose, scoffing. Hmph! He didn't want to play with him anyway!

Caine somewhat knew what he was doing. Despite being AI, siblings merely barging into the other’s room to annoy each other wasn't lost on the two. Caine would know as his brother often visits the circus unannounced. It was quite the experience for him to get a taste of his own medicine huh?

Caine stifled a laugh… the tension in the room was immature and childish.

“ So… How is the business? Have the freaks been putting you in any sort of trouble?”

“ Of course not, why would you assume such a thing?” Caine said. “ The Circus has been doing perfectly well, even without you, brother.”

“ Excuse me?”

“ Have you been making deals with the performers? Contracts…promises of a safe haven maybe?”

Able frowned and pouted like an angry little boy, but then later put on a softly fake tone of voice. “ Why, Of course I have! I mean, look at the conditions they have to live with! I'm sure our creators would not approve of such—”

“ Who are you trying to fool?” Caine interrupted and Able stopped in his speech. Caine continued, “We're no different from our empathy levels. You don't care.”

This blatant call-out was met with nothing but silence. Able with all his big talk wasn't prepared to answer that sort of question. He simply turned away and put down his violin. He was a good AI. He was a good AI. 

Caine can't say that the silence was a satisfying answer. He knows his brother was a cowardly character. His silence was just frustrating at this point. But Able sensed that there was no use fighting. He doesn't know why he constantly wants that man’s approval. 

His voice dropped to a complete low, losing all sense of friendliness or masking. “... If this is about the doll, I didn't.” Able said, a spiteful tone to his voice. “ Before I make my deals, I at least need to build rapport with the performer. And frankly, brother, your little dog doesn't like me.”

“ …pff..” This managed a snicker out of Caine that he covered with a hand.

“ Wh-!? What is that!?”

“ “The dog doesn't like you”? ”

“ Yes!? And?!?”

Caine escalated into more of a laugh! Able was red in the face out of anger and embarrassment! Good GRIEF! The only time he makes his brother laugh and it's out of his own failures!

“ You're unbelievable!”

“ And what did the dog say to make you feel so insignificant? Did it try to bite you? Did it not accept your treats?” Caine has never been so condescending, playing with a baby voice and speaking to his brother as if he were a quivering child. “ Goodness, you're pathetic!”

“ Excuse you!?!” and Able’s only fault was that he played into it. He has never before felt the older brother power dynamic so strongly. He laughed, nervous, but almost like a hyena with how he used it as a defense mechanism. “ Ha! You— You're one to talk!”

“ I'm one to talk?”

“ Oh! ho ho! Don't get me started! Even since I met your little brat you've never been the same! It's all about ‘look at her new dress’ or ‘look at how much better she is’ over and over! Every single conversation I've had with you is nothing but work or that stupid little doll!”

Caine blinked, unamused, and looked to the side, reaching into his head like he was picking off food from his teeth. “ I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about.”

“ You--!! UGH!” he stomped his feet and started to make his way out the door. “ I will be away where you cannot track me! And frankly, brother, if you need me, you're not getting my help!”

“ And I don't need it~,” Caine said playfully and waved without even turning to him.

And with one last groan, Able teleported off.

As soon as Able was out of earshot, Caine erupted into laughter! That was the most entertaining thing he has ever pulled off. That might be the only good thing his brother has ever done to amuse him. Not only was he going to store that data and keep it for the foreseeable future, but it also kept his brother out of his tail.

Hmm… sure, he will have to tend to technical difficulties himself, but he was okay with that. He'll have Bubble chew through the wiring or something, he's sure it's not far from what Able’s been doing.

He laughed again. Oh Caine, you're too much, you handsome devil you~

Caine left his last chuckles off, completely melting into the sofa, arms draped onto the back of the couch. “ “The dog doesn't like him,” he says! Pahaha! Haa..”

Steam covered the bathroom mirrors. 

Rose petals passing, candle lights flickering, and The warmth of the water almost forced her to relax, but there was no amount of anything that could ever get her back to that mindset again. Instead, it just made her forget about her surroundings-- which, she supposed, was good enough.

Awkwardly sitting at the tub, Pomni was slouched, staring down at the water, her eyes following some flower petals that so happened to pass by. Her hair was done. Her body was washed. The rose petals that graced her wooden form decorated her romantic moment of self-care. Pomni sighed, long and tired. She could stay there forever. This is the closest semblance of peace she has ever really had.

Upon evenly spreading her limbs, Like a plank of wood, Pomni easily floated at the top. She closed her eyes and let the water take her. The warmth, not far from a loving bed waiting after a long day, here to ease headaches, here to help forget about everything else… Although she struggled, she let her body release all its tension at that moment, and just be deaf towards the world around her.

Pomni breathed in…

And out..

And in…

And out…

But just as she was about to reach the closest thing she had to relaxation, Pomni felt something off in the environment. Did the candles get warmer? Pomni squeezed her eyes closed in discomfort, before opening them up again to-

“ OH SHI—” in her panic, Pomni submerged into the water.

For the past few minutes, Caine had been floating horizontally above her. Silent, face inches away from hers, staring and watching just as he usually does when the performers were asleep.

Pomni screamed and fell into the bottom, before scrambling to the corner of the tub, where she then covered herself with a curtain.

“ Ah, good! You're alive.”

“ CAINE!!?!? NAKED???!?!?”

Caine blinked, unamused. Sure, he was in a good enough mood to amuse her. “ My dear, what exactly are you covering up?”

“ U-Uh…” Pomni didn't know how to answer. She knew that she and the others didn't exactly have any parts to cover up. Did it make it feel less embarrassing? Fuck no. “ I-its uh…”

he spoke more playfully as if speaking in the voice of a PSA narrator!  “ Exactly! Wood! The same wood as your fingers or the one on your cheek! The amazing Digital Freakshow© is a show for all ages where their performers have the luxury of no genitalia!” his voice went back down. “ —So what you're doing is utterly useless. And if it makes you feel better: I don't exactly care.”

This is weird-- this is weird! “ Just- just- just! Turn around?!?”

Caine rolled his eyes. He really took all that time to explain something to her, and it seemed she wasn’t even listening. Sighing, he turned around and just rested his arms on the outside part of the tub “ Please, you’ve suffered through worse, dear.”

“ I-It’s not suffering, It's embarrassing! I like to think I still have my dignity!” Although he was turned around, Pomni still kept at her corner “ Is my time done or? I-I mean… I’m not exactly ready to go out yet...”

“ Oh take all the time you need.” “Then Wh… Why- why are you here? “

“ I suppose you can say I’m a little unoccupied at the moment. On the added, I’m in a sort of good and affectionate mood.”

That sent a shiver down her spine. Good lord… oh no he was bored. She does not need to know what a fucked up AI would consider affection. She just smiled, gritting her teeth, and laughed nervously… “Ah ha ha… that's great, I’m… happy for youuu..” she continued her laughter, getting more and more miserable as she went back down in the tub, and submerged the lower half of her face in the water.

“ You did me well, dear.”

“ Wh-what- what did I do… take a bath?”

“ Precisely!”

Wow. She didn't think she was that dirty. She looked up and flinched, seeing Caine had been turned to her again— she splashed at him instinctually! “ Caine, what did I just say!?”

“ Oh no, I still cannot see you. I deleted my eyes for the time being.” Caine opened his mouth and revealed that he, in fact, did take off his eyes.

This sent a shiver down Pomni’s spine. He was creepier that way somehow.

“ As I said, you’ve pleased me today! I say this calls for a reward! Nothing less for my favorite little performer over here!” He poked her right in the cheek and retracted before she could react. “ Your word, dear!”

“ Uh… well…I can't really say no to salmon… even if it is uh… it's little weird digital version of itsel—”

Before Pomni could finish, Caine snapped his fingers and an eating board appeared on the tub, with, indeed, digital-looking salmon on a tray.

God, she was getting pampered pampered.

Eating awkwardly, Pomni sometimes looked at the side to see Caine, hands over the tub, swaying his head back and forth. Jesus, he might have been kicking his feet for all she knew. She wasn't used to him in this chipper of a mood.

“ May I see now?”

“ Uhhh… Why…?”

“ You came out beautifully, it's pleasing to the eyes. Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

Pomni shivered at this little…playful demeanor Caine had on. She doesn't know the catch and she doesn't know if she wants to know.“ Yeah, Caine, you have. Uh…” She thought about it for a second before turning back to him. “ Y-Yeah, I guess… I mean I don't exactly remember what it's like having a human body, but lacking the parts does make it different uh--... less exposed, in a way… ” 

Snap!

“ Wonderful! Hello again, dear!”

Pomni frowned in disgust! Oh, his beady little eyes are back! Looking up at her like a fucked up little puppy! She laughed nervously. “ Haha… Hi…” She turned away from him, stiff, back to eating her little meal. Sanity levels were recovering. She was back to being a responsive little character.

Even so, at the corner of her eye, the way he looked at her, looked like he was smiling with his eyes. She sensed-- pride? Affectionate, as he said, but… she can't help but feel like a prey the way he looks at her.  If Caine wasn't kicking his feet earlier, they certainly were now.

“ Haha…just to clarify, what did I do …again?”

Caine stared on, his eyes becoming more and more affectionate. “ If you want the true answer, let's just say that I have visited my brother today and he has… nothing but good things to say about you! And so I thought my magnificent hard-working doll deserved a little reward. Is that so wrong?”

“ Oh him…” Pomni grits her teeth at the mention of Able. “ You… uh ... what did he say?”

Oh, what an excuse to drop every compliment he had for her… “ That you were gorgeous… pleasing design, talented... polite, beautiful eyes—”

“ AH- ahh! No more! Oh god no more.” Pomni shivered from the discomfort so much so that she physically put her hands in front of him to hush! “ Haha! No thank you-’

Caine couldn't even be mad at the interruption! In fact, he erupted into laughter the same way he did earlier! Oh, twice in a day?? These were such genuine reactions from each person! Caine had such genuine yet dark pompous laughter! “Oh?”

“ Yeah! he--” Pomni groaned. “He doesn't even scare me! He's just-- a big two-faced jerk!”

Caine took the hand Pomni used to interrupt him and kissed it by the knuckles. He has never felt so assured. This proved his intrusive thoughts earlier that day to be completely false. The idea of them building rapport, or forming a bond of any sort was completely debunked. After all, how could they form that sort of relationship when they could hardly stand each other's name mentioned in conversation?

Pomni forced a smile at that small but direct form of affection. He seemed to really like it when she talked smack about his brother. She should keep that in mind. “Yeah.. so uh..”

He kissed her knuckle once again… perhaps he liked it just a little too much. Truth was, Caine had never felt so secure in thinking that something was truly his. For once, anyhow. It was so small, but it was his.

Pomni later pulled her hand away, laughing nervously. He was gentle and she didn't trust it. “ You uh…weren't lying when you said you were feeling affectionate…”

“ No one will ever believe you.”

“ Ah.”

After a while, Pomni prepared to be out the bath, wrapping a towel around her hair and around her figure.“ Okay, I think that's all. I-I think Im ready to go now if you don't m-woAHH-!” And in quick succession, Caine carried her bridal style, teleported her out of the bathroom, and back to her bedroom.

For the next hour or so, Pomni sat in at her vanity, Caine grooming her hair from behind. At that moment, he adored dressing her up. His own personal doll, his favorite little toy. Gently he brushed her hair, sneaking in little affections here and there: holding her shoulder, holding her face… he knew exactly where all this sudden affection came from and he so shamelessly indulged in it. After all, who was there to judge him? The little freak he was brushing? The wet little dog? Please.

At that moment, he was no different from a child dressing up his favorite toy. He snapped, picking from an assortment of clothes that would make her look beautiful while she slumbered. Snap! Snap! snap! And Pomni just let it all happen. After all what else could she do?

After a while, Caine stood her up and basked in his good work, looking her up and down and clapping in satisfaction. “ Beautiful. Now bow,” Pomni did as instructed, bowing as if she had just finished a performance. “Very good.”

Once again, Caine carried her in his arms and made his way to the bed, where he so gently placed her. He was playing with dolls. He was so playing with dolls. Pomni just complied as she always did and sat politely, keeping a calm expression, trying to be as neutral for him as possible, and letting him live out his little fantasy.

Before laying her to bed, Caine just took a few more minutes to stare at her, and nothing else. Just admire his best performer. This put Pomni in unease, not just because of his freaky design, but also because she can’t help but feel like she’s missing something somehow. She looked down when she felt him touching her hand, in particular, rubbing his thumbs at the back of it.

Hoping she read his signs correctly, she lifted her hand towards his mouthy face, almost permitting him such desires.

Caine quickly accepted her suggestion and started pressing his teeth on her knuckles in a way to kiss her. It started with one, and another, and another, and another. And the next thing he knew, he stopped counting and started moving his head up to her upper arm.

Pomni allowed this no matter how out of nowhere it was. It was weird, but she did not question it. She felt him start to nibble at her though in which she-- in a panic-- started to retract.

Caine looked up at the sudden rejection and the woman scrambled to find her words. “ U-Uh… Y-Your kisses are sweet, dear ringmaster, but a simple doll such as I am undeserving.” In times like these, Caine would be too deep into his fantasies to care about how real she was being. In his head, he was playing. They were both playing. And he loved it when she played off such a prestige woman, exactly how he liked it.

He whispered back sweet words of grandeur. “ Do you question the taste of a king? I think of no one else more deserving.”

Although she didn’t back away fully, she leaned away a few inches, praying it wasn’t noticeable. She bore a toothy, nervous smile. She was okay baring with his affections until he brought his teeth into it. She did not want to be dinner after all that preparation. She cleared her throat. “Ah…Pray tell, what did the king see in this little… doll?”

“ A flower is most beautiful when taken cared of.” He held her cheek and kissed the opposite. “Let it be known, my care for you was not without motives. Your beauty is a testament to my hard work. And your care is a testament to your belonging to me.”

Belonging to him, he said… He was… so incredibly fucked up, she couldn’t say anything about it. When he was on his way to bite her arm, in her panic, she diverted it and kissed his gums, which, to him, was the equivalent of kissing his cheek.

The ringmaster blinked in confusion and Pomni took his moment of processing to cringe at the feeling of his melted gums on her lips. She felt goosebumps with how gross that was but quickly turned her head back to fake a smile.

But Caine broke character for a moment.“ Did you just. Take initiative?” 

Shit.

That was so strange. As if he hadn’t known that was an option.

She cleared he throat, trying to distract him again. “Is it so wrong of me to return the ringmaster’s affections?” She batted her eyes, making her feel as small as possible. “ A woman cannot resist such a… ” Pomni looked him up and down “... dentures.” 

She panicked with that one.

He stared at her for longer, and the grip on her hand tightened, though, it seemed he did not notice. Although he was unsure if he enjoyed the act or not, he knew what it meant. And the day that he was okay with someone else receiving it is the same day hell freezes over. With a small scowl, He leaned his face inches close to her, as he has always done time and time again.“ Would you reserve such affection for your ringmaster, and just your ringmaster?”

“Of course.” She lied through her teeth.

Caine continued to speak but with a bit more grit in his voice. He leaned so close to her in bed, he had to support one hand on her back, as if dipping her in a dance. “ And will you, my dear, solemnly swear that you’ll live the rest of your existence devoted and serving me?”

The woman kept her calm demeanor. A small smile, but a fake one. She can’t say yes to that. But with her compromising position, she couldn’t say no either. “ Would you promise the same for me?”

Caine was quiet, and so was she. He furrowed his teeth a bit frustrated and let her go. It seems he couldn’t say yes to that either, and Pomni knew.

“... That wasn’t your line.” Caine sat up, and crossed his arms like a pouting little boy.

Pomni faked a surprised face. “ There was a script? Geez, oh man, my bad!” she later faked a yawn. “ Wow, would you look at that I’m also, uh, sleepy! So it seems I can’t finish the uh-.. This”

“ You, “ Caine pointed his cane at her the same way a gunman would point a rifle “ Are being difficult.”

Pomni, in response, just panicked and shrugged. “ Well, I-”

“ But I suppose you’re right, it is quite late.  I wouldn’t want you attending the shows tired… again.” Caine got off the bed and floated off. He snapped, and the blanket draped over Pomni, drowning her in the bed sheets. “ Sleep tight, dear! It’s another day tomorrow, etc. etc. I will be visiting you a little earlier tomorrow to fix you a new wardrobe.” 

“ Wh-?? Then what’s with the-???” she gestured towards her current clothes that he so meticulously chosen out. 

Caine laughed. “ Oh don’t be silly!  Those were for my eyes only! And-- the audience’s if they so pleased. But for now, it's mine.” Caine snapped his fingers and Pomni was back to her normal ballet dress, but more plain and comfortable, but equally pleasing to many eyes.

“ …ARE YOU KIDDING M-”

“ Good night!”

SHUT!

Caine left with a small smile on his face. Sometimes he finds joy in being a bit of a nuisance. He pulled out his hand watch once again and found that it alerted him about errors within the system. 

She scoffed and summoned an old-timey rotary dial. 

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…

“ You’ve reached Able.AI’s communication line! If you are an audience member or a performer: requests and complaints will be held off due to family emergencies. If you're my foul, besotted, temperish, fool of a brother: don’t call this line again! Thank you!” 

… Despite how ridiculous that was, Caine couldn’t help but chuckle. Ohh that was the cherry on top of that perfect day. Nonetheless, Caine AI, you have technical difficulties to tend to. Was today worth all the extra work? Yes. Yes, it was.

[cosmic-ghost-hermit]

Which hellenic deity is reaching out to you?

Take what resonates and leave the rest behind but always be open to new experiences. Also thank you so much for all the support from yall. I really appreciate everyones feedback on my readings. It really solidifies the idea that i can do this professionally. I hope my readings assist yall more 💙

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PILE ONE

Astrology: Leo, Aquarius, Capricorn

Cards: 3 of pentacles, 10 of wands, 4 of swords, big picture thinking

Song: Beginnings by Madeon

Hey there, friend! You have a couple different deities from the hellenistic pantheon reaching out to you. Three to be exact. It seems like they have been reaching out to you for a while now. Either you haven't noticed or they have been keeping their identities secret from you. They have been watching you work your ass off trying to handle everything on your own. It seems like you have been rejecting their help because you have some pride in doing things independently. They want you to know that you are not weak by accepting help from anyone. The door is open to work with them if you ever you want to accept them. I see very clearly Lady Athena wants your attention. She has been looking after you since you were born. She is the main deity reaching out to you. There is also Lord Ares reaching out as well. I can deduce pretty easily that you have been through war your whole life. It could be internal war but it could also be literal. Both Lady Athena and Lord Ares want to take over the war for you so you don't need to fight anymore. They want you to rest. They want to take care of you so you can have a breath of fresh air that you don't breathe in battle. You have been fighting for so long. The last deity who wants to work with you is Mother Gaia herself. She wants to scoop you up in a cradle of comfort. I see you are a truly environmentally conscientious person and she really really likes that about you. I see you trying your best to be waste-free. She really likes when you go outside and appreciate her regularly. She sits with you whenever you are on your porch. The beautiful thing about all three of these entities reaching out to you is that it is an invitation. It is not a demand. They want to help you because they like you and everything you do intuitively. You really wouldn't have to change anything drastically about your routine to work with them. They love you for you and are only asking to help take some stuff off your plate.

PILE TWO

Astrology: Gemini, Libra, Pisces

Cards: Knight of Swords, Page of Cups, 7 of Cups, Water Your Garden

Song: Family by Mother Mother

Hello, pile 2! You have two deities reaching out to you. Lord Ares has been asking to work with you for months. I see that you might be too scared to work with him. You have definitely noticed his call already. You have seen vultures, horses, dragons' and dogs in places you should not have seen them. That's Lord Ares calling out to you. In dreams, he might appear to you as a shadowy figure even if it isn't a dark setting. He's seen how lonely you have been. He wants to help you. You don't need to be scared believe me. Mythologically he is probably the safest male god you could work with. He is a protector of SA survivors. I dunno if you have heard about the myth when he slaughtered his daughter's assaulter. I think the way you view Lord Ares is understandable. He is portrayed as this scary war god but genuinely he represents a lot more than just war. He is also a minor god of dance 💃 He wants you to know he wants to keep you safe and protect you. Lord Apollo is also reaching out to you. I see you find a lot of comfort in music which is why he is reaching out. I see you turning a lot of the pain you have been through into art. Lord Apollo wants to see you get the love you deserve for all the pain you endured. He and Ares want to work together to help you take care of yourself. There is such a tenderness and restful vibe in the energy I'm getting from the cards. They want you to know the scary parts are over and you can relax finally. Leave the scary things to them.

PILE THREE

Astrology: Cancer, Scorpio, Virgo

Cards: 10 of Cups, The Wheel of Fortune, 7 of Pentacles, Breath of the Cosmos

Song: He^rt by Starcadian

Hi pile 3! Welcome to your reading. The deity reaching out to you is attempting to be mysterious while also trying to get your attention so you might not have picked up on their signals that they sent out. I see Lady Artemis is this mysterious energy. Her symbols are deer, archery, wolves, wild plants, the moon and the stars. There are plenty more symbols of hers that I could name but I feel that she wants you to do your own research if you choose to work with her. I'm unsure what she wants to assist you with but I do know it is something that will fulfill you more than anything you have worked on before. She really desires to be there for you when you start this journey. I also see Zues wanting to help you as well. He specifically wants to assist you with something financial. I see you are working on something that you have given so much energy to. He really likes what you are making and wants to sponsor you and help you complete the task at hand. The work you are completing has something to do with speaking or maybe even writing. It looks like you could draw so much wealth from this endeavor. Use his connection to the planet Jupiter to your advantage. Jupiter is the planet of higher learning and abundance. Perhaps you are working on a thesis paper and he enjoys how you have spoken about the subject of this paper. These two don't seem to want to work together on anything. It feels more akin to them helping you in different areas of life just to give you a leg up. They welcome you with open arms.

PILE FOUR

Astrology: Aries, Sagittarius, Taurus

Cards: The Emperor, 6 of Wands, 9 of Wands, The Blue Flame

Song: Esctatic Baby by Yeasayer

Welcome pile four! I see 2 deities VERY clearly for you. They both only recently took an interest in you. Something changed very drastically in your life. This big change is what invited these two. The first is Lord Posideon. He saw the strength of your flame from the coastline. I have a feeling you are land-locked. You are as far from the sea as you possibly can be and he saw your passion from that distance. He is so intrigued by you. He wants to help kindle your flame so you don't burn out your passion too early. You felt so called to do whatever it is you are doing and you are giving it everything you have. Your whole soul is aimed at what lit this flame in you. He loves seeing how fired up you are. It's probably been a while since you felt this way. He wants to you slow your roll juuuuust a little bit. Don't burn out your fuel too quickly and cultivate your fire into victory. The other deity reaching out is Lord Dionysus. He wants to help you with the same thing Lord Posideon wants to help you with. He wants to see you bloom and grow. He wants to see your venture fruitful. He doesn't want your work to go unrewarded. I think you might smoke bud or something and he connects really well through that with you. Again the same message of "Don't over-do it" is coming through. They both love the enthusiasm you are giving but just make sure you are still caring for your body. Make sure you are setting good boundaries with yourself and your work. They can't wait to see where you go with this. Good luck, friend!

[intuitively-her]

How will this school/career year go for you?

Pile 1-(5 of cups, 3 of swords, 2 of swords, The Magician rx, Justice, 10 of pentacles, 9 of pentacles)

This school year will be a huge lesson for you. You’ll learn a lot about yourself. You’ve got some untapped potential. Someone here could be an art major or you’re interested. You may have a lot of interests or curiosity about different subjects. Whatever it is, look into it! Don’t be scared to learn new things or get involved in study/social groups. Try something different! It would be beneficial for you academically and socially. For someone here, you may face some disappointment in regards to school. It feels like you tried out for something or put in an application and things just didn’t go as expected. It just feels like a rejection from something. But that’s okay! There’s something better for you. There will be many situations where you’ll be faced with a dilemma, and it’ll be up to you to make the right decisions. Spirit needs to see if you’ve learned from your past lessons. There will be many moments where you’ll be faced with an obstacle. Don’t let this scare you tho! This is all to build you up into the person you’re meant to be. This year will teach you more about adulting and having to stand on your own two feet. You will be harvesting the fruits of your labor. Your hard work will not go to waste.

Pile 2-(Temperance, The Hermit, The High Priestess, Page of pentacles, The Moon, 2 of cups rx, Knight of cups rx, 4 of wands)

This year will cause you to look within and do a lot of self-work. You’re starting to realize that certain mindsets, habits, and environments don’t serve you anymore. This is your self-improvement era. I see you spending more time by yourself and getting your sh*t together. You’re working to have more balance in your life. I also see you rejecting love offers and may even be in this heartbreaker energy. It feels like you wanna put more focus into the people closest to you and what truly matters. So more power to you! Apply yourself to new subjects or activities that you’d like to learn. I see you really being on your grind with this. This will also lead to an increase in financial opportunities. You’re gonna follow your intuition and inner-knowing more (or you need to) You know exactly what’s right for you, so trust it! Look at the bigger picture in situations. You will start seeing people/situations for what they really are.

Pile 3-(The Emperor, Queen of wands, Ace of wands, 8 of swords, The Hanged man, Wheel of fortune, Ace of swords, Justice)

You will be presented with many opportunities to help you excel in your studies. This will open so many doors for you. You could feel trapped right now, or like you can’t be your true self. Everything will be okay babe. I see a sudden turn of events for you. Many of the cards I pulled have snakes on them, which signify rebirth and transformation. Think of yourself as a snake shedding its skin right now. This is gonna be a huge breakthrough for you. You will have a clear vision of what you want and who you want to be. You’ll see everything from a higher perspective. This new shift will really cause you to toughen up. You will also be more open and confident. I see you having more discipline with yourself and others. You will be living a more structured lifestyle. You’re stepping into a leader energy. Get outta that shell and let you creativity/passions lead you to where you’re supposed to be.

Pile 4-(10 of wands, 8 of wands rx, The Magician rx, The World rx, Knight of pentacles, Ace of pentacles, 6 of pentacles, 9 of pentacles, The Star)

You might be at a point where you feel like you’ve hit a wall. Things might be feeling stagnant right now and as if your efforts are going to waste. Use this time to recharge, because things are about to take off for you! You won’t have time to rest. I heard “booked and busy”. This feels like fame that happens overnight. Maybe some content of yours will go viral or a piece of your work will get noticed by someone very important. This is gonna bring in a lot of abundance for you. I also feel like this is gonna boost your notoriety in your work environment, especially if it’s social media related. Spirit sees how hardworking and committed you’ve been to your craft. This is their reward.

[juletheghoul]

Bravo, Dieter.

Authors note: I'm just as surprised to be here as you are. We're starting the year off with a bang, writing for a character I've only ever done half a drabble of lol, hopefully you enjoy what I came up with. As always, thank you @wheresarizona for beta-ing and letting me exorcise my demons through you. Shoutout to @frannyzooey for her unending support, and to my literal wife @foli-vora for screaming reassurances at me (affectionately) Love y'all!

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: a sprinkle of angst (Dieter is a dummy- no specifics, I left whatever dumb comment he said up to your interpretation), 18+ no minors, piv sex, dirty talk, feelings? let me know if I missed any!

Masterlist

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There were twelve of them, twelve absolutely perfect roses wrapped up in expensive-looking brown paper, and they made you sigh. There was only one person who could have sent them. 

Goddamn it, Dieter.

There was a card tucked between the blood-red blooms, three little words.

“Text me back.♥️”

Your blood boiled, fizzled, and cracked under the strength of your annoyance, and without giving it much thought, you marched right over to the garbage can and shoved everything in, vowing silently to put it out of your mind. 

Three days passed before the second, bigger bouquet arrived at your door—more roses, bigger and somehow more lush than the first bouquet. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please talk to me. ♥️♥️♥️”

They went into the trash with a roll of your eyes, ignoring the slight flicker of guilt at the waste of such beautiful flowers. Still, the memory of his words came back into the forefront of your mind, compounding the sentiment that they had no place amongst your things. 

Two days later, another gorgeous arrangement sat on your kitchen counter, this time an array of different colours and textures; a work of art. 

“Nothing in this world feels like you. Let’s kiss.♥️”

Your eyes close, and you can feel him, feel the way his mouth moved against yours, how he’d kiss you until you dripped for him. How sweetly his tongue moved against yours, against your nipple, between your legs. The flowers were on the receiving end of the daggers in your eyes for him, but they stayed on the counter. 

The fourth bouquet was the epitome of excess. 

It was massive, almost too heavy, and it was only with sheer determination that you managed to heave it onto the counter. A storm of white blooms contained within a surprisingly tasteful black vessel. Orchids, roses–peonies that were almost fluffy, a baby’s breath halo. 

“I miss how wet your pussy gets for me.♥️” 

A gasp. A widening of your eyes and more memories of the times he pulled you apart in your bedroom, in his. 

Your fingers fly across the keys on your phone. 

[you] Dieter, enough. 

[D] I knew that last note would get you.

[you] Stop sending me fucking flowers.

[D] Forgive me. I miss you, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.

You chewed on your lip, anger burning white hot in your gut that he managed to get you speaking to him once again. It was in you to turn off your phone and head out, grab a drink with some friends, or indulge in some retail therapy, but you didn’t. You wouldn’t. Truth was, you missed him too, missed whatever arrangement you’d both somehow found yourselves in after one too many flirty comments, one too many lonely nights. 

[you] it seemed like you did. You really hurt my feelings, and I don’t want to deal with it if that’s how it’s going to be. 

You stared at your phone, wondering whether you truly preferred cutting all ties. 

[D] I know, I really am sorry–let me come over. We can talk about it, and I can apologize in person. 

You hesitated, knowing full well what would happen if you let him in. 

[you] just to talk…? 

[D] Yes, just to talk…be there in 20 mins?

[you] Fine. 

[D] see you soon xo

You rushed to your bathroom, ignoring the excitement and arousal burning in your belly as you jumped into the shower. 

All too soon, there’s a knock at the door, and it’s almost irritating how fast you move to answer it.

“Hi, babe.” He’s leaning against the doorframe with a cheeky little smile, and you long to smack it off his face; he must see it because the smile vanishes and is replaced with a boyish frown. 

A cat caught with the canary. 

“Don’t ‘babe’ me, Dieter.” You move to let him in, and the smell of his body wash makes you salivate.

You ignore it.

“Look, I know it was a stupid thing to say. I don’t even know why I said it. I didn’t mean it at all—can we please just forget it happened?” His voice is velvet, his shoulders are so broad, and it’s not lost on you that he’s wearing a baggy pair of sweats with an even baggier sweatshirt. The outline of his cock a calculated taunt.

You cross your arms and turn away. 

“It was mean. So fucking mean, and it made me feel horrible.” Your voice comes out smaller than you mean it to, a true glimpse into how hurt you were. You feel his broadness behind you. 

“I know, it was so stupid, I’m stupid sometimes—I regretted it as I was saying it. I didn’t mean it at all.” His big hands skate across your shoulders, slowly turning you to face him. “Can you forgive me?” He’s staring at your mouth, and you almost pant. He’s so close, he smells so fucking good, and every molecule of your being screams at you to just give in. 

He senses it.

His hands slide down your sides, grabbing onto your hips softly as he pulls you ever closer. His head dips, and he plants a soft kiss on your neck. The sigh you let out fills the dwindling space between you, involuntary. Just like the way your head moves almost imperceptibly to the side to give him more access, he doesn’t disappoint.

“Forgive me?” He kisses your jaw, moving up towards your ear. “I missed you so much.” He bites your earlobe while his hands move to grab at your ass. “Did you miss me?” He moves to the other side, repeating the same circuit before he looks you in the eye.

Your slightly parted lips and glazed-over expression are all the confirmation he needs to know he’s been forgiven. 

He presses his lips to yours softly, so soft it almost tickles, and he swallows the small whimper it pulls out from your throat. 

He presses himself closer still, the wall of his chest pressed up against you tight. His kiss turns from something soft to all-consuming, something breathless.

“I thought-“ he moves to kiss your neck again. “-you only came to talk.” Your hands move without your permission, fingers threading through the wild locks of his hair. 

“We did talk.” His tongue is in your mouth now, and it tastes like the gum he always chews, minty and sweet. “I wanna kiss now.” He devours you again as his hand creeps up your shirt, and now the cup of your bra is being pulled down. His tongue moves against yours while his fingers pluck at your nipple.

You moan, and it spurs him on, his cock hard against your hip, and suddenly you're herded towards the bedroom, only stopping every so often en route for him to press you against a wall or door. His hands are always moving, always grabbing and palming. 

You land in your bed with a soft gasp, but he doesn’t let you land alone; he’s right there with you. The look of triumph shining out through his dark eyes, lidded with the same passion that presses against your core when he slots his hips in the cradle of your thighs. A soft hum from him, a panted breath from you, and the whisper of skin moving against the now-rumpled sheets of your bed are the soundtrack to your reunion. 

He pulls away, and you chase his mouth, any anger left overtaken by lust. He laughs low, not unkindly, moving to kneel between your legs as you stretch out before him. His eyes follow the movement of your body, plotting how he’ll devour you.

He smiles as he divests you of your layers, unwrapping you like a present, and as they come off, your arousal burns brighter, pools at your opening like a spring just for him. 

“Admit it-you missed me.” He’s almost breathless, his fingers curl around the waistband of your panties. 

“Obviously.” You grit out the word, raising your hips to help him, and he lets out a bark of laughter. “I don’t need your smugness, mister.” You reach up to pull his shirt up and off, and he lets you. The broadness of his shoulders, and the golden skin on display, almost makes you sigh.

“I like that you missed me-“ he lifts your leg by your knee and the flash of his rings catches your eye before he places a soft kiss on your calf. “-makes me hard as a fucking rock.” He wasn’t lying; you could see the proof of it tenting the front of his sweats.

“Show me how much you like it.” You match his tone, reaching up to run your fingers down his belly, through the little patch of hair, and further down until you tease at his waistband.

“Pull me out.” His words send a thrill through you, and you rush to comply, relishing the look on his face when you finally wrap your hand around the heft of him. His low moan goes straight to your cunt when you rub your thumb through the pearl of his own arousal, giving him a quick stroke before he pulls his sweats down and off. 

His cock bobs in front, resting against your wet center when he gets back into position, hot and heavy, and by the way your heart is pounding, he can surely feel it even there-all for him. He spreads your legs open and up, bending them at the knees and holding them tight to your chest with his big hands on your shins. 

“God, you’re so fucking wet. I bet I could just slip right in, wouldn’t even need my hands.” He rocks himself back and forth slowly, coating himself in your liquid heat, his eyes glued to your cunt. You writhe, whining with frustration. He lets out a tsk, drunk on his ability to get you into this state. One of his hands moves, and then his thumb is circling your perky little clit, dizzying circles, while his cock rests just at the mouth of your pussy, the thickness of him opening you up like a flower. He leans forward slightly, letting his spit drip down where his thumb is, and it’s like you're drowning in him. 

Your hands pluck at your nipples as the circling of his thumb pushes you closer and closer towards nirvana.

“God, yes, play with your tits.” He swirls his thumb faster, the glide of it just right—and then you’re floating, gifting him with a filthy moan as your cunt clenches, all but pulling him inside. He doesn’t wait until your orgasm passes; he feeds himself into your fluttering entrance, and his earlier musing was correct-he slides right in. 

“Fuck.” His voice is low, the bravado gone, lost in the proverbial sauce as he coats himself in you. He speeds up quickly, unable—or unwilling to pace himself. His eyes are glazed over when he looks up at you, a gorgeous flush creeping up his chest, lighting up his cheeks and his ears. His panting breath, the wet sounds of your joining, and your gasping moans all come together to make the song that always plays whenever he’s with you. 

“I’m gonna fucking come-“ he sounds wrecked, and he is- his hips snapping faster now, the wet clutch of your cunt casts its spell on him, and within a handful of thrusts, he’s groaning, his hand leaves your shin and moves to hold himself as he comes. The first spurt of it is inside, but he pulls out and finishes on the lips of your sex, and you know this is his favourite part. 

“Oh fuckkk, there it is-“ He groans out the words, and his voice is somehow more vulgar than the act, mesmerized by the sight of your pussy covered in his come. “God, I fucking missed that.” He hisses, enduring the discomfort of overstimulation just to rub himself in his own mess. 

“I missed it too.” You’re sated, basking in the afterglow, loving the mess just as much as he does. He smiles up at you, and you ignore the way your heart pounds for him.

“I know you did.” He’s not cocky when he says it, and it makes ignoring the pounding harder than it should. His fingers collect some of his fluids and push it back in, as deep as his thick fingers can get, before popping them into his mouth, pulling an involuntary moan. “Give me a few, and then I’ll fuck you on your knees how you like.” He leans forward to lay between your legs, kissing his way up from your sternum to plant one of those toe-curling kisses on your mouth once more.

“What a gentleman.” You wrap your arms and legs around him, relishing his dimpled smile. 

“You should know-“ he frowns now, eyes darting, and you know what he’s thinking, wondering if maybe there’s a pounding he’s ignoring. 

“You’re forgiven, Dieter, it’s okay. Just stop sending me flowers.” You run your fingers through his hair; nothing else needs to be said on the matter, and for the rest of the night-there isn’t.

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[chevelleneech]

It’s weird you claim to know the mind of a 32 year old man doing his job. Based off social media? He can’t even keep the same photos on his feed for a month. He’s been liking buddie stuff for years now so he will continue to do it. Isn’t this the same ship that pushed him off Twitter?

Also he mentioned in several interviews he couldn’t wait to get know Lou on and off screen. So take that as will 🤷‍♂️

Anon, what are you here for, if not to prove yourself as the Lou/Tommy defense team captain? For no reason, at that, because I never said Oliver dislikes Lou or Tommy. I said I think my earlier assumption that he prefers/ships Buddie, was correct, and I stand by it.

Y’all can try as hard as you want to play the “You don’t know them!” or “He’s doing his jobs!” cards, but 1) the same applies to BuckTommy, and Lou making folks pay for headcanons, and 2) is intentionally dismissive.

Of course we don’t know Oliver. Anyone who thinks they do is crazy, but that doesn’t mean Oliver saying for years that he’s open to Buddie, saying this season he was prepared to play Buck as queer, and consistently liking or reposting Buddie fan art is all a lie. Oliver is allowed to have a preferred ship the same way Lou is, but I have yet to see a BT shipper say what’s he’s doing is weird.

Y’all need that validation because Oliver is not giving it, but is also not damning y’all in interviews. He doesn’t appear to be that kind of person, aka he is doing his job properly. He’s neutral or positive about the storylines he likes, and is seemingly neutral to silent on the ones he doesn’t. Pointing that out has nothing to do with Lou or Tommy, tbh. It’s about Oliver’s apparent preference.

Lastly, Buddie didn’t run him off Twitter, as he’s already said. It was people who shipped Buddie and wanted him to confirm them becoming canon, and would say he was queerbaiting if he posted Buddie despite Buck dating a woman in canon. Oliver literally said this year, he left Twitter because he wanted to discuss the ship and Buck’s queerness yet couldn’t. Now he can, because Buck is bi and the relationship is technically more possible. So what is your point in bringing this up, beyond trying to act like he dislikes the ship yet has to talk about it? He don’t talk about shit he don’t want to, as is established by his constant behavior.

I know y’all higher than thou types love to pretend celebrities aren’t actual people and can never be authentic without exposing their entire lives to social media, but it’s not true. Who knows how he really and truly feels about a single thing, but I mean… he’s been consistent for years. Oliver is famous and appeasing fans is part of his job, but that doesn’t make him a walking empty shell. If that’s how you prefer to see him, go ahead. If ignoring his posts and words unless they’re in praise to Lou and Tommy works best for you to continue shipping what you ship, go ahead. But slithering up your pedestal to talk down on Buddie shippers who do pay attention to his socials, is a waste of your time.

We all sipping from the same parasocial tea, you just don’t think your cup got cracks in it too.

[dryonsenpai]

Hey, I’m that anon from before. After spending all my hardly earned keys trying to get Lucifer (Selfie) and, of course, failing miserably because their drop rates are insanely bad, I uninstalled the game. Really, I had enough of it. I can’t obtain new red keys because all of my characters are maxed out and I won’t spend hours playing Panty Party to get just one or two of them. Then, since there’s no way for me to get the cards for the character I like the most without paying lots of money for it, there was nothing for me to do in the game anymore. And I won’t even start on the Belphegor banner. 5% chances of getting him and his artifact, but around 4,4% for the artifact and 0,6% for the character? What the hell? Really, all of this nonsense made me lose interest in the game as a whole, and I don’t even care anymore. They said the Summer version of all the kings is coming soon, and, even if Lucifer is on it, I don’t care anymore and don’t doubt they will still manage to squeeze money into it. Whatever. Sorry for my manner of expressing myself over this, but this is so frustrating. If they had started like this, it would be fine by me, but they are slowly changing the game and taking away all the free farming things. Even a whale I follow on X has commented that the new red keys deals were absurd, so you can see how overboard and greedy they’re being. I don’t even doubt them putting the new H-scenes behind a paywall in the future as well, since it’s something people actually look for. It is a really good game, with beautiful art and captivating characters, but the company is truly making it not worth the players’ time anymore. Well… That’s it for me, I guess. Again, sorry for intruding like this again in your inbox, and I hope that you can manage to get Lucifer (Selfie) and that you have a good day, too!

I'm so sorry you couldn't get Lucifer selfie after all of those tries, I'm sorry for everyone who couldn't get him :c (I did get him but it took a whopping 700 red keys & a lot of object dupes, but I got bloodshed Levi too)

What you say is completely understandable and it's true that they're being absolutely greedy & it's nonsense to keep supporting PB, now I'm only there cuz I want Michael but I doubt that I'll be able to get him with only 3k+ seals but I'll try

Maybe if they change back & make things not paywalled & a more f2p friendly game then people will come back, but they're now telling us to, pretty much, f off. But as you say, they'll probably be even greedier & paywall h-scenes

Thank you for expressing yourself & your feelings through this ask box, I encourage anyone who wants to express themselves to do so here, so don't worry about spamming my ask box cuz that's why I enabled anon asks for. Have a nice day! ^v^

And again, I'm sorry you decided to quit, but it's best for you to not waste your time on a lost cause

[yermes]

PAC: 💭

Happiness came to visit me but got lost along the way.

The first thing people do from my old life is ask if I am happy. But to be quite frank I spent so much time in fight or flight I almost don’t know what that means anymore. I feel like I live in between the lines of books fading in and out and sometime we catch an okay vibe and sometimes we catch a fucking god awful vibe. But now I shall ask you a question I have been asked incessantly for the past few months. Are you happy?

Disclaimer: please take what I say with a grain of salt and not as the gospel. I just want to share some ideas of practicing and giving advice using the medium as often as I can with school, work, and my own personal studies and practice. i may work on my podcast today ! Liking and sharing does a lot 🥰

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The cards

Swiftness 🪽

Mercury .1 sag, hod in fire, 8 of wands

Being ruled by both fire and Mercury your happiness will hit you like a bullet in the back with a sudden realization of how to achieve it. But similarly to fire and the flow of the planets it can never truly stay. You may waste a ton of energy trying to pursue happiness rather than taking it as it comes and enjoying it when it arrives for a while.

Art 🍁

Mercury in Virgo, Sagittarius, From Yesod to Tiphareth, Fire

The alchemical process that happens in your brain is constantly in a never ending dance to the stimulus you receive in a daily basis. To achieve happiness you need to dissolve and combine “Solve et coagula” Meaning you need to change before you can add something you cannot yet grasp to the mix

Wealth 💴

10 of disks, Mercury in 3. decan of Virgo, Malkuth through Earth

You have entered a state where this manifestation is possible in a material sense. You may possess all the things that can make you happy but chemically, and spiritually are you ? You may become lazy in other aspects and tried to hoard things that signify the physical manifestation of happiness but it isn’t something you could ever possess.

Extras:

Story/vent:

Im being so fucking lazy with this podcast yall I am so sorry

ALSO A TAROT CARD READING??? WHO IS SHE

[hollyparrot]

Levi was my main in the OG game [A vent about NB]

An old fanart inspired by trick quest

I was still planning to have my Levi-Barb-Sol trio in NB until this nightmare happened:

The Beginning of a Bond. I think this was the 2nd nightmare after NB released. It has Dia and Levi, with the chess outfit for the latter

My love-hate relationship with NB began with this. I truly loved the characters, the possibilities. I liked the rhythm game. I even had VIP until this point but I cut it off and stayed F2P after

I was so mad at the time. Not only do I need an insane amount of pulls, but I also need a duplicate of the card for the costume. That, or UR+ jokers, which there was no reliable way of getting for a long time.

So the game is telling me; I'll be wasting 150 pulls on one copy of a card that is not gonna be strong enough to use in battles, can't unlock the costume, so-so devilgram, a beautiful card art I will highly likely never see again and just collect dust in contacts? No, thank you.

NB has changed a lot since then, but the damage has been done

This changed the way I played going forward. I became very stingy with the game and hoarded everything. My mind also associated Levi (not his fault) with things that are wrong with OM/S*lmare and I had to switch the third member of my trio

In my mini fanfics I just treat it as my MC is from a different timeline and that was a different Levi. He's always a good boy though.

[viccharine]

who the HELL is panicking at this disco!!!!

(reblogs greatly appreciated!)

(available on my ko-fi shop!)

process + commentary under the cut!

about the piece: i found myself in a bit of a slump after pushing out so much art in about 2 weeks so this piece took wayyyyy longer than any of my other ones. i knew I wanted the concept of a thermometer as a “cigarette” (do you guys get it. because like. a fever you can’t sweat out. a high fever. right you guys get it right??????) but it took me a LOT of tries to eventually land on a composition i actually liked—do not even get me STARTED on how I incorporated the title. I couldn’t decide on using a font or hand lettering or even where to place the text, it took me a solid two days to get to where it is now and I’m not even 100% happy with it. i tried to mimic a playing card design with the text placement but I’m not sure how well I pulled it off

here are some of the process pics:

the concept itself comes from a lot of the references to addiction in the album as well as the heavy burlesque, early 1900s, circus influence on the album aesthetic (whoever thought of this album theme deserves an award, AFYSCO has genuinely some of the coolest concepts from a design perspective to me)

about the album: AFYCSO is probably one of the best debut albums imo (although that title probably goes to Olivia Rodrigo’s “SOUR” for me)—it’s genuinely in my top three favorite albums of all time, no skips whatsoever on there. regardless of my opinion on Panic! at the Disco (which was pretty much neutral, I never really got into bandom and I didn’t really listen to panic’s music outside of AFYSCO) AFYSCO will always have a special place in my heart, both musically and lyrically it’s SO GOOD

although, I will say that there are some misogynistic undertones (and in some cases just outright misogyny) in these lyrics—I did touch on this topic in my DANCE DANCE commentary so I won’t repeat myself, check that post for more of my thoughts. all in all, the album bangs, but the misogynistic undertones were basically unavoidable if you look at the album in terms of being written by a teenage boy in the early 2000s who got cheated on. hell hath no fury like a woman scorned but the devil himself doesn’t write lyrics like a teen boy cheated on—go figure. im not saying all the songs have misogynistic undertones but I will say there are a couple that are WAY in ur face (looking at you, I write sins)

anyway, that’s basically it, ok byeeeeee!!!

p.s: i was debating mentioning this because I feel like im beating a dead horse, but in light of Brendon Urie’s recent actions (as well as past controversial actions), I don’t support him and feel extremely bad about the people who his actions have hurt—but I don’t think that means much from a person who never really liked him in the first place. again, while I was a BIG fan of AFYCSO, I never really got into Panic! at the Disco (I only listened to Pretty. Odd. recently this month and before that I only really knew the big radio hits). im not gonna pretend like I know everything about what happened with Panic! at the Disco in recent years and truly? I don’t Care to find out—panic! has been disbanded, and while I look at AFYSCO fondly with nostalgia, I don’t feel much about the band itself

p.p.s: AFYCSO almost killed me once because when I had a kidney infection (although I didn’t know it at the time) I had an INSANELY HIGH fever. I thought to myself “haha this is a fever I can’t sweat out!! like the album!!” and then promptly passed out—I wasted my last coherent thought on some stupid P!TAD joke instead of. asking for medical attention. anyway I ended up in the emergency room so I didn’t die but it was a near thing

[ancientastarwis]

Pick a Card October Energy

This month the theme is inspired by magical forests of light and healing. Each picture contains tarot messages and oracle guidance that are important for the month of October. You can choose one or more of these pictures. Comment which option you choose and whether it was accurate for your current situation.

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OPTION 1: GLOWING BUTTERFLY 🦋

October will guide you to take control of your thoughts and reality, both by consciously declaring and choosing what you need, want and deserve; and by consciously choosing to let go of the outdated. It is highly important for you to actively participate in this process, so you can retrieve sovereignity. Doing so will help you gain resilience and determination, which you will need throughout the month. Avoid being too logical and calculating, specially when it comes to success or fitting in. Express gratitude for what you already have and seek emotional independence. Remember that you are free to choose what you wish to do and shouldn’t feel forced by others or by a higher power to do any particular thing.

Freedom: You are free to choose what you do . This card is a gentle reminder that you aren’t a victim of outside circumstances and that you have choices in everything you do. The angels are helping you shift away from complaining that you’re a victim of others who control you. Instead, Heaven is shining the light upon your wise decision to take responsibility for yourself, your life, and your happiness. As you accept the role you’ve played in creating your present circumstances, you feel a corresponding sense of relief and freedom. The insight of self-responsibility frightens some initially, as it seems to carry the weight of blame. The angels help you see that blame is a waste of time because it focuses on past events. Instead, they empower you to envision a bright today and tomorrow for yourself and your loved ones. You have the right to change your life! You needn’t wait for another’s permission to take charge of your destiny. Trust your feelings to guide you towards activities and a career that are meaningful and fulfilling in every way.

OPTION 2: GLOWING WINGS 🪽

October is a month of deep introspection for you. It will guide you to release the fear of generosity and heart-based living, which may come from childhood trauma or social experiences that made you feel as if you had to fit in to survive, rejecting your soul in the process. Superficial behaviors will need to go away too as they cause disharmony and excessive concerns with public image and appereance. The same will occur with outdated beliefs regarding collaboration and relationships, as they cause disharmony and a sense of lack and abandonment in your life. Accepting your soul journey and following your heart will help you make sudden progress and find yourself again.

ARTIST: ENGAGING IN ARTISTIC ACTIVITIES IS BENEFICIAL TO YOUR CAREER AND EVERY OTHER AREA OF YOUR LIFE. Your inner world is colorful and this card is a reminder that your career can be colorful as well! With your artistic eye, you naturally gravitate towards beautiful shades, shapes and objects. Now the angels want to bring artistry into your career field. You will feel more fulfilled with work that helps you express your inner artist. You drew this card because it’s important for you to take action steps as the artist you truly are. If you had unlimited time and money, what type of creative work would you engage in? Your answer to this question indicates a beneficial avenue for you to explore now. In fact, this is precisely what will open up all of your channels so that you experience more support, time and creative energy. So please, take the opportunity to engage in something artistic, such as painting, jewelry making, an art course, sketching, dancing, sewing and so forth. Your finished creation may or may not become the basis of a commercial venture, however, your actions and artistic expression will definitely have a positive effect upon your career and every other area of your life.

OPTION 3: LIGHT SPARKLES ✨

October asks you to connect with your sense of abundance by choosing to see what you have and yourself as enough. It may not be a good moment to make important decisions, but it definitely is a moment to take advantage of what naturally comes your way. It is important to use your power and the tools and opportunities available for everyone’s highest good, instead of solely for your personal benefit. Release the doubts and fears regarding being generous, sharing and giving freely. Consciously choose to let go of the remainders of past painful cycles or situations from your heart and mind. Embody your truth to move forward and start again.

FORTUNE'S WHEEL: LUCK AND RIGHT TIMING. A TURN OF FORTUNE. The Fortune’s Wheel is a sign that luck has found the right timing in your life. You have the magic touch, and everything turns to gold. There is nothing you can do wrong. You only need to hold what you desire as your intention, and it becomes true. Do not waste this power on trifling things—dream big, for surely this opportune moment will pass. Such is the nature of Fortune’s Wheel. Use the creative power of the Fortune’s Wheel for the benefit of others, and the gifts will be returned to you ten fold. Use it only for your own gain, and you will be left impoverished and with the bitter taste of squandered opportunity. Fortune’s Wheel comes unannounced. Notice the early signs, the coincidental encoun­ters, and the seemingly magical and synchro­nous events that herald its arrival. That call, that e-mail, that invitation, that chance encounter was no accident; they all were choreographed by Fortune. Do not wait any longer. Carpe diem! Recall your boldest and noblest longing, and invite it into your life. This invitation is all that is required.

[blue-howlite]

Can you do a puppeteer x jimmy larson?

That... That wasn't on my 2024 bingo card. But let's go! Though in my mind you're now called moth anon.

"The moth."

Nathan McMillan x Jimmy Larson

Where the captor is captivated by his victim.

Warnings: obsessive behaviours, trauma, blackouts, abandonment issues, gore, idealisation, stalking, Christianity mentioned briefly, Nathan's pov, creative liberties, writer that can't write, not proofread, written in one go because inspiration hit harder than Nathan.

Author's note: anon don't be offended but the way I wheezed when I saw the request... I never thought my silly little theory could end up in this. I'm absolutely here for it though. It's giving Lord Ruthven and Aubrey if Polidori wasn't a coward (read "The Vampyre" by John Polidori for reference).

As usual, I write these for entertainment purposes only! Don't replicate any of this in real life, and if you find yourself with a "Nathan" in your life, get help. There are a lot of helplines and online platforms and services that can offer support for your situation, REGARDLESS OF GENDER! Just stay safe out there <3

Stage. Music. Action.

When kidnapping someone, Nathan knew he had to be mindful of their friends and family. He knew that when someone went missing, their loved ones would often come after them. It was exhilarating, truly. He'd finish making a puppet, and the materials for a new one would walk right into his theatre. Nathan would leave a ticket as bait and they would come, like moths going after a light... unaware of the fire ready to burn them.

Jimmy Larson however wasn't just a moth, blinded by concern and fear. He had a sharp mind. He wasn't even afraid to feed the cannibalistic puppet human organs. He knew. Somehow, Jimmy Larson knew it was about survival. He didn't waste time to discuss or reject the brutal rules imposed by the town of Forgotten Hill, he adapted and moved on. That resilience was a quality Nathan couldn't help but admire, stalking the young man from the shadows and the pictures on the walls. The more he looked, the more he realised that Jimmy wasn't walking into the flame, he was skilfully dancing with the fire.

He didn't want Jimmy to leave. Nathan never wanted anyone to leave, truly. He wanted them to stay forever, that's why he kept them as puppets in his basements and his closets. Even the ones that couldn't shine on stage anymore, they couldn't leave him. When miss Petersen left with the little cross, Nathan's blood boiled. How could she?! He had made her a star! She had graced the stage with her presence for so long, and just that evening Nathan decided that she could retire from her honoured career. He didn't plan to abandon her in the wardrobe of course; she would still have danced and acted for him, for the rest of her existence.

However, Nathan couldn't bring himself to be mad at Jimmy for helping her. Jimmy was so compassionate after all, and had no idea what would happen! It wasn't his fault, truly. It was that woman's fault, for tricking him and taking advantage of his kindness! A silver cross was still a silver cross, a useful object in Forgotten Hill, yet she didn't hesitate in asking for it and leaving Jimmy defenseless.

That kindness from the young man brought old memories to Nathan's mind... Gentle eyes, soft hands and warm smiles... His mother was kind, too. She encouraged him to pursue his passion, though only after Ethan showed his interest in anatomy and science. Subjects she could not stand, as a "good and christian" woman. She used to favour Ethan for his gentle demeanor, but as he took interests that were too close to those of their father, she distanced herself from the quieter twin. She loved the arts, and would ask Nathan to put on little shows for her in the afternoon. How could he forget all the times she'd listen to his stories and watch him move the little dolls he'd make, while sunlight hit her skin and made her eyes shine? Such a kind soul...

Nathan didn't remember a thing from when their mother left him and his twin. One day she was there, and the next she was gone. How cruel could it be to leave your own children without a word, an explanation, an apology, a word of comfort? Just disappearing...

As Nathan got lost in thought while hidden in the wall, Berry nudged him. His childhood horse never left him. He was always around, in life and death. Nathan gently pet his loyal friend, then resumed following Jimmy as he moved around the theatre. So much energy despite the dread and horrors filling the cursed town. It would have been a shame to turn him into a puppet and tame that indomitable spirit. Jimmy Larson was far too precious to be caged and tied up, Nathan had decided.

Just when he tried figuring out how to keep him, Jimmy found the exit ticket. Nathan felt rage boil in his veins. Leaving? How could he leave?! Didn't he see the world that was inside that theatre? Didn't he want to meet the man that ran such an incredible place?

No, he couldn't leave. Not just yet. Besides, Ruth would have loved to torture another Larson, and Nathan didn't want that. He wanted, no, needed to keep that man for himself. He couldn't give him up to the witch.

When he came back to his senses, Jimmy was laying on the ground, unconscious, just outside the theatre. Oh, what a mess. Blood was seeping onto the cobblestone from the back of his head. No, that couldn't, shouldn't... What did he do? Nathan kneeled by the limp body, pressing two fingers to his neck to look for a pulse, and immediately let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. Jimmy was still alive, though injured.

Careful that his head didn't sway too much, he carried the man in his arms. With every step, Nathan struggled not to stare at the unconscious face. He didn't get a proper look before, the cracks in the walls were too thin. Jimmy was handsome, without a doubt. With his kindness and sharp mind... how could Nathan ever let that man go? He had to keep him to himself.

«Did one of your puppets break?»

The voice of his twin echoed for a moment in Nathan's head, before he shook his head. As if on instinct, he had walked to Agony Street, where the hospital was located. Ethan was staring at him through the mask's eyes, just a few feet away on the path.

«He's... Can you take care of him?»

With a little nod, Ethan led Nathan inside the hospital, to one of the rooms. Jimmy was still unconscious in the puppeteer's arms, not giving any signs of coming back to consciousness. As he was laid on the bed, Nathan couldn't help but stare at him. Ethan didn't say a word, instead proceeding to take care of the concussion his twin had caused to the man.

«He'll be out for a few hours, but he's not in danger. Should I call you back once he recovers?»

Nathan leaned back against the wall. Ethan started looking for something on Jimmy, until he found his wallet and documents. He didn't utter a word, just gave his brother an uncertain look, to which Nathan shrugged. Ethan was closer to Ruth, but surely he wouldn't betray his own brother by telling her about the last surviving Larson around.

«I can't keep him here for long.»

Nathan grimaced, pulling his mask off in frustration.

«As soon as he recovers, he'll have to leave.»

A venomous look to Ethan didn't result in a more pleasant option from the doctor. And Nathan was aware of why. He scoffed and turned his face to the far wall.

«At least... hold him back. He's good with puzzles.» Nathan murmured.

«Those are not lacking in this town. I will activate some of Clockwork's projects to slow the young Larson down. It will also serve as an alibi if Ruth finds out about this.» the doctor said as he walked to the door, eyes glued to his twin.

Nathan nodded. He had to let Jimmy go this time... But as Nathan closed the door of the room, following Ethan out, he knew it wasn't over yet. He still had Josephine, and Jimmy clearly cared about her.

It was just about patience.

Who was the moth now, though? The man who barely glanced at the puppeteer's painting, or the puppeteer that couldn't tear his eyes off the bright light called Jimmy Larson?

[comparativetarot]

Page of Swords. Art by Nara Lesser, from Neurotic Owl’s Faerytale Tarot.

I LOVE Katie Crackernuts, it’s in that group of stories like East of the Sun, West of the Moon and The Snow Queen where the heroine is a girl on a quest and the dudes are largely incidental or damseled.

Also any chance to draw a woman in a rococo gown with a sheep’s head, amiright? Although I admit while Katie is an engaging and delightful and active heroine, poor Anne is entirely flat AND damseled.

Briefly (hahaha me brief? Never): Katie and Anne are two princess half-siblings. Katie is the less pretty one (according to, I dunno, beauty standards of the time) and her mother is jealous and gets a witch to enchant a sheep’s head onto Anne. Katie loves Anne, though, so she takes her off to seek their fortunes and presumably a cure for ungulate head. They arrive at a kingdom where a prince has some sort of mysterious wasting disease and no one can keep an eye on him all night to find out what’s going on (very Twelve Dancing Princesses). Katie takes on the challenge and finds out he’s going into a fairy hill every night and dancing himself exhausted (See?), and she manages to gather information three times to eventually cure him and, luckily, her sister too. Hooray, victory, Katie marries the prince, Anne marries his brother, joy all round presumably although we truly never hear a damn peep out of Anne so fingers crossed she’s happy?

I have plans for a card inside the fairy hill somewhere in pentacles, so more on that later.

[zenoiredottore]

Hoyofam; what it’s like to be in a relationship with them. [excluding zzz]

Themis

Very caring and romantic

I will say tho, she would want a guy that’s masculine and gentleman like

She won’t settle for anything less and she expects a lot from her lovers.

Not shy when it comes to intimacy

Does have a limit for how much pda she can handle. [she crosses the lines at kissing on the lips in public]

Not as innocent as you think she is

Gift giving, acts of service, and words of affirmation are her love languages.

She does want kids

Will be legit your ride or die

You can be wanted in all 7 continents and she’ll still be by your side

She will leave u if she finds someone better than u tho

HSR       

Gaming dates

Will try his best even tho he’s unexperienced

Very shy when it comes to physical touch or sweet words

Buys hoodies for you to steal

He actually cleans up his room when you comes over

Tries to be romantic and he asks his sisters for advice

Can be very insensitive and an idiot sometimes.

He’s already thinking of marrying you

Might say I love you after the first date

Will constantly search online things that you might like and buy it for you

He showers for you, CONGRATS

Likes to spend time just gaming tgt and stuff

Likes to match signatures and pfps

He lets you put your lil minecraft beds together

Ironic roleplays in roblox

Will always make you laugh when you’re upset

The sweetest boy you will ever meet.

Insecure sometimes and lets his bad thoughts and anxiety get the best of him

Prone to distancing himself when he feels sad

Will shut down any sort of complicated emotions he has and never talk about how he truly feels.

Hi3

Saucy n spicy

No shame in public spaces

No funny business around the family tho…!

Will always make time for you no matter what

Doesn’t like going out and prefers to stay in. [all the siblings are the same]

Will make you her muse in her art

Will think about you when developing mech stuff

Has a picture of you by her work bench

Very clingy

Will never shame you for eating too much or your appearance

Genuinely doesn’t care what you look like

A sweet talker

Will love your insecurities

Might break up with you because she’s not ready or she doesn’t want to commit

Being retired she finally has time to do a lot of stuff and she doesn’t want to get tied down.

She might “die” soon, so if she sees you as not worth wasting time over, she’s breaking up with you.

Genshin

You don’t have to worry about him cheating because he barely has time for you, he doesn’t have time to cheat

His family and work will always be more important to him and you’ll be his 3rd choice

Insensitive to how you feel at times

Vain and nitpicky

There’s the pressure of having the paparazzi on you 24/7

He’s ultrafamous so you have to deal with his fans, haters, the press

Will let you spend as much money as you want, on his card ofc

He’s a religious RNGesus worshipper, but he is FREAKY

He’s 6’5, he’s huge.

Will expect you to be picture perfect in every single way

Church on Sundays with his family, ALWAYS.

Possessive and controlling

He’s used to working late nights so expect him to come home late, or never at all

Very rough

If you ever step out of line he’ll be quick to give you the silent treatment

He WILL want heirs, and allat of em [ if you’re a guy, he’ll break the laws of biology]

You’re gonna start noticing fake friends appear by your side as you announce your relationship to the public

A lot of people are looking to bring him down so you should def stay vigilant

He’s willing to get you whatever you want, whatever your heart desires. As long as you give him something he wants in return [ a picture perfect spouse]

[akuaya-eng]

(Card story) Vanis SR - Daily Life in Chagran

- SOMETHING MORE IMPORTANT -

EPISODE 1

Vanis: Yawn~. It's already morning... I stayed at the party until late last night, so I'm still sleepy. But… the weather is nice. I wonder if it'd be a waste to go back to sleep… Oh, right. I'll paint today for the first time in a while. I have some requests too.

(time passes)

Vanis: (thinking) …Hm~, it seems like something is wrong? Im trying to paint as usual, but I'm not satisfied with it. Why…

Rosé: (door opens) Hey, what are you doing? Is that a painting? Are you drawing?

Vanis: It's you… Yeah, that's right. I'm painting the sky.

Rosé: Huh? The sky? That's a boring picture. Why don't you draw something more exciting? Like… a picture of humans suffering ♪

Vanis: Rosé is still the same. But the sky has has many different expressions, so it's interesting to draw. Also... I used to draw those kinds of exciting pictures before I became a fallen angel.

Rosé: That sounds great ♪ Show me, show me ♡

Vanis: I threw them away. Because they remind me of the unpleasant past.

Rosé: Aw~, what a waste~.

Vanis: Who I was back then… --Oh, I see.

Rosé: Hm?

Vanis: I've been struggling with a slump recently. Maybe I've figured it out. Looking closely at this painting, it seems to have more intensity than before.

Rosé: What's wrong with that?

Vanis: My paintings don't need intensity. Because… that intensity is similar to "anger".

(thinking) This painting might be hiding feelings of "anger". Being suspicious like that is why I'm not doing well.

Rosé: Hmm. Well, I don't really care. So, what are you going to do with the painting once it's finished? Are you going to hang it up?

Vanis: I met a devil aristocrat who was interested when I told him I paint. He asked for my painting. I plan to show it to him and get along with him. He has some interesting information that I absolutely don't want to miss.

Rosé: Haha ♪ I see ♪ Still as shrewd as ever.

Vanis: Thanks.

EPISODE 2

(someone knocks on the door)

Vanis: I've been waiting for you. Sorry for making you come all the way here.

Devil Aristocrat: It's no problem. I wanted to see the famous Belladonna mansion up close at least once. That decision was not a mistake. It’s as grand as the rumors say.

Vanis: Thank you. Adder will be pleased to hear that.

Devil Aristocrat: And… I wanted to see your painting as soon as possible. May I?

Vanis: Of course. Here it is--

Devil Aristocrat: ………

Vanis: How is it?

Devil Aristocrat: --I’m at a loss for words from the sheer emotion. Truly wonderful. I might have mentioned this, but… I used to dabble in painting myself. I'm quite knowledgeable about art.

Vanis: I see. (thinking) Well, I knew that… but I'll pretend I didn't. It makes the conversation flow easier. Thank you. I'm genuinely honored to hear that from you. (thinking) Alright… I guess it's enough small talk. Let's get to the main topic. By the way--

Devil Aristocrat: I've seen many paintings, but this one is different from the others. When I look at your painting, it feels like my heart is being cleansed.

Vanis: …?

Devil Aristocrat: What’s wrong?

Vanis: No... I just didn't expect such a reaction. Is there anything else you feel? For example… a sense of power-- or "anger"?

Devil Aristocrat: Hmm… There is certainly power. But I don't sense the "anger" you mentioned. Rather-- a strong determination. I feel a strong determination from the deep colors peeking through the gaps.

Vanis: A strong… determination.

Devil Aristocrat: That's probably why I'm so captivated by this painting. A strong determination hidden within the idyllic picture-- it’s marvelous.

Vanis: …...... (thinking) So the power I felt wasn’t "anger". That’s good…

Devil Aristocrat: Sorry to interrupt you. You were about to say something, weren't you? You mentioned before that there was something you wanted to know.

Vanis: That is--

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Rosé: Ugh, you're painting another boring picture. Let's have some fun instead ♡

Vanis: Sorry, but I don't have time to play with you. I'm in a very good mood right now, and I don’t want to lose this feeling.

Rosé: Huh? You said before you were struggling with a slump.

Vanis: I guess I did?

Rosé: Whatever. By the way, did you get the information you wanted from the devil aristocrat you mentioned earlier? He came here, right?

Vanis: No-- I didn’t get it.

Rosé: Huh? That was your purpose. Did you, of all people, actually mess up?

Vanis: I learned something more important. So, for now, I think I’m fine with it…

Rosé: Hm~? I don’t get it. But, as always, you’re intriguingly elusive ♪

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Shion Yorigami:

Bottom art by Rihito

Shion Yorigami is a god of poverty and misfortune. Think Hina Kagiyama, but even more powerful, yet even less in control of her powers.

She's the other half of the main villains and final boss of Touhou 15.5: Antinomy of Common Flowers. Together they are the most disastrous, dastardly duo in Gensokyo (their words, not mine). The two are rarely seen without each other, to the point I was debating just having one article for the both of them, but there's JUST barely enough of both of them getting solo appearances to justify having two articles.

Shion is named after the Philadelphia fleabane (harujion). So, she and Jo'on are the titular Common Flowers that there is an antinomy between.

Shion, as a poverty god, has the ability to spread misfortune wherever she goes, including to herself. Thus, she's stuck in perpetual poverty and misery. This applies to everyone she comes near. Even people who seem to be doing well will suddenly make bad decisions that cost them.

Her powers can be a blessing in disguise, however: if Shion's around, you'll have no money to waste from Jo'on's influence.

But either way, people pray to other gods to keep Jo'on and Shion away, nobody worships them. Can they even be considered gods?

Shion seems more shy and morose than the fiesty, bombastic Jo'on, and she tends to cry a lot and act scared. However, she isn't truly much kinder than Jo'on is, and has no issue with robbing people in an attempt to change her fate. If you mention her poverty, she's liable to get pissed off and attack. She doesn't appear to be very smart, and she seems to be subservient in any relationship she gets into, allowing the other person to do the thinking for her while she just goes along for the ride.

She and Jo'on had a fairly dysfunctional relationship, with Jo'on acting incredibly cruel and absusive towards Shion. Eventually, by 17.5, however, they seem to have made up, and now they seem to be fairly identical in thought.

Shion was Jo'on's trump card in Antinomy of Common Flowers, where she exploited the Perfect Possession incident to create an unbeatable spellcard: "Possession Exchange: Absolute Loser". This spellcard swaps the Slaves of her and the player, forcing you to fight your partner, while Shion acts as your partner but does nothing to help and actively slows you down. With this dirty trick the Yorigami Sisters defeat everyone in their path: Marisa and Koishi, Mamizou and Mokou, Miko and Byakuren, and Ichirin and Futo.

However, Yukari Yakumo figured out what was going on, and nullified this trump card. She confronted the Yorigami Sisters with Reimu as her Perfect possessor. When the time was right, she flipped the border between Master and Slave, making Shion the possessed and Jo'on the possessor. So, when Absolute Loser was activated, Jo'on went over to Reimu, and Yukari went over to Shion. However, for some reason the possessed couldn't actually control their partners, so it became a one-on-one battle: Reimu VS Shion.

Jo'on immediately had a breakdown and started calling Shion a useless smelly idiot and saying they had already lost if only Shion could fight Reimu. Shion can never win in anything, after all.

Shion then snaps. She unleashes the full fury of her abilities, becoming the Super Poverty God. She yells out that she doesn’t care if she never wins, she's dragging all of Gensokyo down with her, including her sister. And so the final battle commences.

Ultimately, however, Shion was defeated by Reimu, and the incident was finally close to being resolved. Unlike Jo'on, Shion's powers were considered too dangerous for her to be rehabilitated, and so she was dumped at the Hakurei Shrine: because Reimu is so impoverished that Shion would have no effect!

Though, it turns out Shion actually had visited the Shrine a few times before, and in fact played a big role in Reimu's perpetual failure to turn a profit.

When the Yorigami Sisters were sent to defeat the Dream World counterparts, Dream World Tenshi proved to be more powerful than anything seen before. Shion had to activate her Super Poverty God form again to stand a chance.

However, Shion soon caught the attention of Tenshi Hinanawi, who heard of Shion's powers. As it turns out, celestials are so innately lucky that Shion's misfortune aura had no effect on her! They soon became very good friends, and went on a reign of terror so horrible that people completely forgot Jo'on did anything and thought Tenshi and Shion were the disastrous, dastardly duo who caused the Perfect Possession incident.

Later, in Wild and Horned Hermit, Tenshi and Shion somehow get Reimu to let them take over her yearly flower viewing party. Reimu hated this, but for some reason she and Marisa approved. Tenshi claimed she could make food better than anything on Earth... and proceeded to gather together a bunch of leaves and junk and crappy alcohol. The few people who attended thought it was gross, but Shion, who had been poor her whole life, thought it was the most amazing banquet she ever had in her life. The people then ate the junk out of guilt, which led to many people getting sick and vomiting.

Then Reimu agreed to let Tenshi host another banquet for some reason. This time though, Kasen prepared the food. People still got sick and vomited.

All of this was Shion's influence at work, of course. Her misfortune apparently extends to influencing people to make the worst possible decisions.

Shion thought Tenshi was gonna punish her for this, but it turns out Tenshi had fun regardless and simply hugged Shion in approval. Truly a beautiful relationship. Tenshi might be a brat most of the time, but she cares immensely for the few people she's able to warm up to.

Shion primarily attacks by shooting black-and-purple words at you. Words like "poverty", "misery", and "loss". She's also able to turn her legs to blue fire and launch herself at you like a rocket. She's also able to create a giant black and purple orb of energy, her Super Poverty Bomb (a reference to the Spirit Bomb from Dragon Ball Z). She doesn't really attack much on her own, being moreso a sidekick to Jo'on.

At least until she unleashes her Super Poverty God form. Then, her curse words spill out to even larger degrees: enough to flood the screen! She even has an ultimate attack where she sends Reimu to a pocket dimension of darkness with her appearing giant in the background, only for a white crack to slowly grow until Reimu bursts out of the dimension.

Interestingly, Shion wasn't originally gonna be a god of poverty, or really even a character, but rather "the embodiment of the Perfect Possession incident".