#time to give them ✨trauma✨

[roseytoesy]

First encounters

Welcome to the first story of the nom-onauts universe! first to fall prey to the instincts is barnacles. Its trauma time!!

“I remember a good ghost story me grandad told when I was just a wee kitt’n.” Kwazii said while he and peso walked slowly down the halls of the octopod, about to head off to bed. Peso looked over, always up for a story even if Kwazii’s always sounded so scary. Without needing peso to say anything Kwazii started telling the story.

“In ancient times many pirate crews would have to be careful where they sailed to avoid monsters and beasties of the dark. But ghosts were a different story. drawn in on how close crews were, and to haunt the ships of pirates past and treasure hidden. This ghost I tell ye about is known as… the hungry ghost!” Kwazi started pausing for suspense before somewhat jumpscaring Peso with the name. Peso jumped and swallowed.

“Th-the hungry ghost?!” Peso asked Kwazii. 

“Aye! Tale says that the closer the crew became with each other, the more likely the hungry ghost would come! It would possess one of the crew to try and eat the others! The care and love of the crew making it jealous and hungry for that love! Even me ol’ grandad wasn’t immune to it and nearly ate his first mate!” Kwazii finished with a grand gesture. 

“B-but How would they even eat each other? like, trying to r-rip them to pieces?!” Peso asked the two now stopped in the hallway in front of the bed pod travel shoots.

“Even worse matey!” kwazi said, leaning in and somewhat looming over Peso. “The ghost has mysterious abilities that allows the possessed to shrink their own crewmates!” He said waving a paw toward the ceiling then making a pinching motion. Peso shook at that. “And worse of all the hungry ghost would make the one possessed eat the other whole! Sometimes in one big gulp!” Kwazii finished his story with an exaggerated gulp sound after miming holding something above his head and dropping it into his mouth. Peso jumped at that, eyes wide at the implications. 

“B-but, th-there isn't actually a hungry ghost… Is there Kwazii?” Peso asked, looking wordly up to his teammate. 

“Ye, bet yer flippers there is! But fear not, I’ll protect ya matey!” Kwazii assured the penguin who looked grateful to his pirate friend before looking around one more time and hopping into the travel shoot. “In fact I'll protect everyone on the octopod from that scallywag if they ever show themselves.” Kwazii said in a determined voice. He patted himself on the back for a good story and headed off to his travel shoot. Off to a good night’s sleep.

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It was dark on the ship as it was night. But that wasn't an issue for Kwazii with his sharp eye sight, despite only using one eye usually. The humanoid cat walked down the halls having been awoken by an odd, sudden sound. A yelp perhaps?

It had come from the tube to his left so without hesitation he leaped down, following the source, yet the odd sounds seemed to get quieter? A voice?

It all went silent as he exited the sliding tube into the library. The gentle lighting was off and all that could be seen was in front of the large window looking out into the dark sea, faint tendrils of moonlight filtering in. A shadow was hunched over just past the window. 

Sensing something was off about things Kwazii snuck forward and down the stairs. There was a muffled sound coming from the hunched figure, along with growls? Kwazii thought over all his pirate monster stories as he crept closer. But nothing like this came to mind except…. But it couldn’t be, no one had been acting off. The only. Only person that might even have the slightest hint of possession was..

“...captain?”

As he had drawn closer and in his mind, the pieces all came crashing together as the familiar blue hat and outfit came into view. The hunched figure was captain barnacles. And at Kwazii's very quiet and nervous question he turned. Kwazii's blood ran cold. 

The captain even when hunched was a good head or two taller than the cat. His eyes almost blank with an unreadable expression as something pink squirmed in his hands and mouth. A muffled voice, a voice that Kwazii now recognized, sounded from the captain's cheeks as he slurped up the rest of the tentacles of professor inkling, swallowing thickly by throwing his head back. A small bulge traveling down the throat, horrifyingly illuminated by the moonlight. 

Now, Kwazii has been in many dangerous and crazy situations that would leave many quaking in their boots. But this, His captain, his friend, had just undoubtedly eaten another close friend in the dead of night. And Kwazii was scared. So he turned and ran, he would beat himself up for it later, but that wasn’t his captain. That was a monster. And He could have been next. So he bolted up the stairs diving into the travel chute, tripping over his feet as he scrambled to the launch bay computer, slamming the octo-alarm.

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

🧪 Character Arcs 101: what they are, what they aren’t, and how to make them hurt

by rin t. (resident chaos scribe of thewriteadviceforwriters)

Okay so here’s the thing. You can give me all the pretty pinterest moodboards and soft trauma playlists in the world, but if your character doesn’t change, I will send them back to the factory.

Let’s talk about character arcs. Not vibes. Not tragic backstory flavoring. Actual. Arcs. (It hurts but we’ll get through it together.)

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💡 what a character arc IS:

a transformational journey (keyword: transformation)

the internal response to external pressure (aka plot consequences)

a shift in worldview, behavior, belief, self-concept

the emotional architecture of your story

the reason we care

💥 what a character arc is NOT:

a sad monologue halfway through act 2

a single cool scene where they yell or cry

a moral they magically learn by the end

a “development” label slapped on a flatline

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✨ THE 3 BASIC FLAVORS OF ARC (and how to emotionally damage your characters accordingly):

Positive Arc They start with a flaw, false belief, or fear that limits them. Through the events of the story (and many Ls), they confront that internal lie, grow, and emerge changed. Hurt factor: Drag them through the mud. Make them fight to believe in themselves. Break their trust, make them doubt. Let them earn their ending.

Negative Arc They begin whole(ish) and devolve. They fail to overcome their flaw or false belief. This arc ends in ruin, corruption, or defeat. Hurt factor: Let them almost have a chance. Build hope. Then show how they sabotage it, or how the world takes it anyway. Twist the knife.

Flat/Static Arc They don’t change, but the world around them does. They hold onto a core truth, and it’s their constancy that drives change in others. Think: mentor, revolutionary, or truth-teller type. Hurt factor: Make the world push back. Make their values cost them something. The tension comes from holding steady in chaos.

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🎯 how to build an arc that actually HITS (no ✨soft lessons✨, just internal structure):

Lie they believe: What false thing do they think about themselves or the world? (“I’m unlovable.” “Power = safety.” “I’m only valuable if I’m useful.”)

Want vs. need: What do they think they want? What do they actually need to grow?

Wound/backstory scar: What made them like this? You don’t need a tragic past™ but you do need cause and effect.

Turning point: What moment forces them to question their worldview? What event cracks the surface?

Moment of choice: Do they change? Or not? What decision seals their arc?

🧪 Pro tip: this is not a worksheet. This is scaffolding. The arc lives in the story, not just your doc notes. The lie isn’t revealed in a monologue, it’s felt through consequences, relationships, mistakes.

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🛠️ things to actually do with this:

Write scenes where the character’s flaw messes things up. Like, they lose something. A person. A plan. Their cool. Make the flaw hurt.

Track their beliefs like a timeline. How do they start? What chips away at it? When does the shift stick?

Use relationships as arc mirrors. Who challenges them? Enables them? Forces reflection? Internal change is almost never solo.

Revisit the lie. Circle back to it at least three times in escalating intensity. Reminder > confrontation > transformation.

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🌊 bonus pain level: REVERSE THE ARC

Wanna make it really hurt? Set them up for one arc, and give them the opposite. They think they’re growing into a better person. But actually, they’re losing themselves. They think they’re spiraling. But they’re really healing. Let them be surprised. Let the reader be surprised.

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TL;DR: If your plot is a skeleton, your character arc is the nervous system.

The change is the thing. Don’t just dress it up in trauma. Don’t let your character learn nothing. Make them face themselves. And yeah. Make it hurt a little. (Or a lot. I won’t stop you.)

—rin t. // thewriteadviceforwriters // plotting pain professionally since forever

P.S. I made a free mini eBook about the 5 biggest mistakes writers make in the first 10 pages 👀 you can grab it here for FREE:

[aspiritualsuicide]

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[im-sleepdeprived]

can you do one where peter gets hurt a little bit and gets all whiny and crap and the reader is trying so hard to stay focused. LOVE YOUR STORIES BRO!!!!!

I LOVE THIS IDEA !!! it’s definitely such a peter thing to do. here’s a short, cutesy little thing, i hope you like it and im sorry it took me so long to get back to you💞✨ !! warnings are just peter being a big whiny baby whose desperate for affection, small mentions of injuries, 1,3k wc <333

“Ow!”

“Peter, be quiet! Stop whining, I’m almost done.”

“I’m in pain, baby,” he whined. 

It hadn’t been a surprise to be disturbed by a knock on your window, Peter usually stopped by after patrol which was why you’d started leaving it open for him. But when he hadn’t slid the window open after those few soft taps, you’d gotten a little worried. 

So you’d gotten out of bed to open for him, only to find your boyfriend perched before you, mask off, pouting heavily at you. 

Of course, you’d helped him in and gotten him laying across your bed so you could start to clean him up. You’d started keeping a first-aid-kit at hand since you’d found out he was Spider-Man. It had been of great use. 

But it hadn’t taken you long to realize that his wounds, as far as his usual patrol wounds went, weren’t bad. Not at all. In fact, you were positive that he could’ve gone home, slept the rest of the night, and woken up good as new as if nothing had happened in the first place. Maybe your boyfriend had forgotten that he had super-healing abilities. 

Or maybe he just liked the way you babied him.

“Oh, are you now?” You asked, glancing up at him with a raised brow. There was really nothing for you to do other than wipe the few cuts and scratches with antiseptic and place small bandaids over them. He just enjoyed pestering you.

“Yes,” he said so seriously, you almost laughed. This Peter was a stark contrast to actually-injured-Peter, who would do everything he could to assure you he was fine when he was literally bleeding out before your eyes. You didn’t like that. At least this was funny. 

“Petey, baby,” you laughed softly, adjusting a small bandaid on the high of his cheekbone where he’d had a small scrape. “You’re actually pretty put together tonight. Must’ve been a pretty quiet night, hm?”

“No,” he sighed dramatically, grabbing the wrist by his face gently, keeping you close to him. “No, it was horrible sweetheart, I’m gonna need extra care tonight. You know, to help the trauma.”

Shaking with laughter, you leaned in and pecked his cheek, right beside the cut you’d just bandaged. “The ‘trauma’, Petey? Really?”

A large, dopey grin broke over his face as you pecked his cheek and he squeezed you wrist a little. “There. That’s perfect, such a big help sweetheart, you have no idea what you do for me. You make the pain bearable, pretty girl.” 

You rolled your eyes affectionately, pressing another kiss to his cheek. “There, all better?” You asked him as you pulled away where you were met with a scowl.

“Y/N, honey, I’m suffering! I’m knocking on death’s door, angel! Give me something!”

You absolutely lost it at that, falling back onto the bed in a fit of giggles. “I can’t help you when all you do is whine!” When you opened your eyes, Peter was hovering over you, trying to keep his little facade of being upset and in pain, which was fruitless with the large smile blooming on his lips.

“You’re so mean, you know that?”

“Oh really? I’m the mean one?”

“Yes! You just found out your boyfriend, the love of your life, your future husband, the father of your future children—”

“What?!”

“—is dying, and what do you do? You laugh!!”

Another laugh escaped you, this time the sound infecting Peter as well. “I-if you’re dying, doesn’t that mean you won’t be my husband or the ‘father of my future children?” You manage out between laughs.

Peter gasped offendedly. “I…I…” he tried to defend himself to no avail. You’d caught him. 

You laughed even harder. “It’s okay, Petey. I’ll tell my future children all about you.”

He didn’t seem to like that very much. In one swift motion, his hands were on your hips, picking you up as he laid back on the bed again, his back pressed against the headboard before he plopped you down onto his lap.

“Oh hi,” you grinned at him, loosely looping your arms over his shoulders, his own hands coming to rest on your waist.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he murmured, his eyes soft and loving as he looked up at you.

Leaning down, you pressed your forehead against his. Peter’s hands tightened on your waist, tugging you closer till your chest was pressed against his. 

“I have another wound you haven’t patched up for me yet.” He spoke softly. 

“Yeah?” You asked, fully expecting him to be playing a bit, the smile already starting to tug at the corners of your lips. “Where, sweetie?”

He smiled right back at you, sticking his hand between where your chests were pressed together and pressing on the spider emblem on the center of his suit, making the fabric deflate with a soft breath and flood around him.

Pushing the suit away for him, you noticed a scratch on his chest you hadn’t realized was there before, making you frown. It wasn’t deep and it wasn’t bleeding, but it was long and a harsh shade of red, the skin around it tinged pink with irritation, and it definitely could’ve used a cleaning. 

“Petey, baby, why didn’t you show me this before?” You asked softly, shifting in his lap as you leaned over to grab the kit again. 

Peter sighed, biting back a smile. This was exactly what he’d needed, that soft, gentle voice of yours you used on him whenever he stopped by bruised and banged up. “Why, you think it’s bad sweetheart?”

“No, no, thank god…” you muttered as you got to work on the scratch. “But I bet it burns. Does it hurt, honey?”

“Yeah,” he answered, letting out a soft groan for show as he leaned further back against your headboard. One of his hands left your waist and found it’s way to your hair, playing with the strands and giving one a gentle tug every now and them. 

“Peter,” you grumble, refusing to look up at him.

“Your hair is so soft.” He murmured in awe, as if he’d never seen anything like it before. 

“Genetics.” You deadpanned. “Now stop distracting me, I’m trying to help you!”

“You are helping me, pretty girl. Just watching that gorgeous face while you bandage me up is doing half the healing already.” Another tug to your hair. 

You swatted his hand away before poking his side with a soft smile. “No bandages for this one, sorry Pete. I’m just gonna have to heal you with kisses.”

“That sounds great,” he beamed widely. “Your kisses make me heal way faster than bandages, trust me, I speak from experience.”

Ignoring him, you leaned down and peppered a few soft kisses along his chest, staying beside the cut but never kissing the wound itself. You could feel his breathing stutter, the rhythmic movements of his chest turning irregular beneath your lips. 

Peter hands on your waist tightened, his grip pushing you down on his lap. “Baby…” his voice was a soft, desperate thing, a deepness in his tone that made your stomach flip. Well that wasn’t right. 

You sat back up, picking up a leg to swing over and slide off his lap but his hands on your waist slid down to your thighs quickly, stopping you.

“What’re you doing, pretty girl?” The utter betrayal on his face almost had you second-guessing what you’d done for something way worse. “Why’d you stop?”

“You’re hurt, Petey,” you answered simply, “we’re not doing anything tonight.”

“W-what? I’m not hurt, no, I’m fine! I’m perfect!”

“Really? I thought you were at death’s door.”

“Oh that…Yeah, no, he sent me away. Said it wasn’t my time.”

“Right, of course,” you murmured, nodding your head with all seriousness.

“Your kisses were working,” he stated sincerely, “you have to keep going!”

“Whatever you say, handsome.” You smiled, leaning in to press your lips to his. 

[dawnicaltarot]

𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃: 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍... 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 (a mini pac with ten piles and moodboard for each)

for feminine audiences and people who describe themselves as one. all of the piles refer to pronouns; he, his and him. the pac share two titles: your taste in men and the man you will share your last name with. you can choose two piles at a time. for entertainment purposes only and don't take it with all of your heart. ♡ ⌗ happy pride month 𓏵 🧜🏻‍♀️💐🌈 ꒰𐔌

ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile one

❝ 𝒯 he lonely gamer ❞

if PewDiePie has other siblings in another universe in the gaming platform it's probably him. he can be an ace in gaming but he chose to be humble and hide behind his computer. he may struggle a lot with his problems and may be afraid to deal with them. he can be a drinker especially when the stress cannot be hold anymore and his emotional turmoil seeking a help from someone. he prefer to drink and go alone rather than seeking advices from his friends and family, he is afraid of negative judgement. he is friendly- he is the type of individual that you can get along with immediately. he is a people person. late night deep conversations and walks is his thing. he is reliable especially in case of emergency. he is a big fan of movie. he has a deep love for animals. he used to be sad and depressed fella but now he is starting to change himself into more cheerful and someone who is seizing the moment than let it slip away from his hand. it's sad to say but this person has been through a lot in his life especially in his young age era. i don't think of him, trusting others that easily rather he is calculating and observing deeply before having a mark impression. he think that people in his life before used to dislike him because the way he acting is so authentic and they may viewed him as someone who is faking his personality but little these people know that's his real characteristics. that's gives him an idea of being alone is good at all, it's giving so much peace and safe feeling into his soul. these new tactics take himself a strange and high power at this stage of his life. thus, i don't think he like to share his ideas, goals and opinion much with others because it's a trauma from his past as someone being ignored. sometimes he become snob, moody and bitter especially when he can't handle professionally his emotions and actions. he frequently want to avoids the harsh things of life and this makes him as someone who has a strong personality in his own world and stage; behind his computer room.

𓏵 group one moodboard: view here.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile two

❝ 𝒯 he mysterious guy ❞

it's giving me the lead character (sakamoto) from the anime that i currently watched. this person has an unflappable guise. your person has a strong reluctance to contempt and hatred yet he may appear cool, cold and ruthless but inside he is goofy and kind-hearted. you may frequently see this person in simple and plain color of clothing. he prefer smirking than smiling. he is not usually a fan of public display of affection (pda) rather he prefer privacy and confidentiality but this won't be mean, he would deny his partner with his social interactions. showing affection? he is into physical touch like kisses and hugs. this is the type of lover who can be your partner in crime especially when you were craving something at 3 am in the morning. he prefers nights than days— you may often experience late night hangouts or late night drives with him otherwise he can be a night owl. he gets what he desire; high status? check. mysterious and intriguing family? check. material resources? check. most of everything that each individual ideal and wants, he gets it. he is the epitome of intelligent and perfection. another description of himself? elegance✨. also, he uses his calculative and objective insights and actions especially when he feels the harm and danger from someone else. you may meet this person through online like dating sites and apps or when someone is spreading awareness. well it seems like... this person where looking for companionship online or should i say a friend to lean on and accidentally you meet them and share the same interests. at that time, he may feel losing himself and don't know how to deal with the painful consequences of life. he wanted to escape the reality. he may be a victim of bully during his school days. he desire the all aspects and opportunities in life. he have a powerful spirit in him, probably someone who uses their weakness to become great.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile three

❝ 𝒯 he good guy ❞

he is a combination of the song— "style" by taylor swift and "bmf" by sza. drop-dead gorgeous, hunky and tall. he is usually a simple man with a simple dream. he got nice and beautiful smile. his love language is more into action than words. he is family centered man, loved ones comes first for him than anybody else. you may often notice him as someone who is confident but never be a cocky. in relationship, i can assure he is really committed, faithful and respectful towards his lover. this is a type of man, who will look at you with so much adoration when you are speaking and spilling tea to him. he is casually a humble and a good listener as partner to his lover. if something feels not right or someone is talking bad into his loved ones especially when he is around, he likely fight back. he is thrifty person that has a good bargaining and humor skills. he is a people person, a well mannered and a solid supporter. perhaps, sometimes he feels he receive lack of support and motivation from others. he may see the world as unfair especially with those people who are deprive by the society. he needs people validation sounds like a leo person to me. despite the idea of him feeling unmotivated i can say that this person accomplish many things in his life. he may a deep love for children especially when he got niece- the bond between two human are strong. he may have a great reputation in his neighborhood, people think he is easy to approach and is friendly with others. i see a lot of people look high up and admire this person a lot, he is very fortunate individual.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile four

❝ 𝒯 he talented guy ❞

ohh, city boy- he got a deep love for the city maybe he thinks this is where his dreams can come true. he is a singer and a music lover. he knows how to play instruments like guitar and drums. he is into RnB music. he may love rapping and may love watching rap and dance battles. also, he is got more friends in opposite gender. people find him as someone who is caring and fun. he is honest and loves to work hard. talking shit about him? he can shut your mouth with their kind words. he can lead a group of people. he defines his childhood as bad memories as he may suffer a lot during his younger years of his life, this is maybe because he may feel humiliated from a group of guys or worse, from his own family. he still figuring out how to escape with this traumatic event of his life. it's keep haunting him that lead him thinking and questioning who is he really for real? he makes others happy and laugh but how about himself? however anytime now, i can see that he may change for the better to finally move on with this phase. he will manage to escape with this traumatic event of his life, little by little where a talented man will come out. he may want to work in social welfare and is passionate in changing humanity. what is the hottest thing this person may have? is that you can learn a lot from him.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile five

warning: there's a part that is meant for adults. read at your own risk.

❝ 𝒯 he countryside guy ❞

this is giving me a mood of "whew! that boy grew up hot, puberty hits differently". he is both sweet and destructive. i perceive this person as someone who is gentle man but do fuck hard in bed😭. it's giving me "daddy" vibes in the bedroom. he may have an appearance of voluptuous, sultry and hot. well in other days, he appear like an art in a museum— fascinated and captivating. while, with his lover? he is protective and territorial. i think your person is someone who is independent, hard working and well-mannered. definitely, a real catch. he is very committed to his family and may spend his summer days in his grandparents house, someone who helps to harvest wheat. there's no doubt he is grandparents "kid", this made him appreciate vintages and old cars. to some people he is shy and reserved otherwise he is quite romantic and romantize the word "love" a lot. he is the type of partner who wanted commitment immediately as i said he is territorial. if you need someone who can fix your sink, you can rely and call him. he is always willing to be at your service anytime of the day. i think this is a love story of friends that turns into lovers. it can be this is someone who you knew for a very long time like a childhood friend. thus, i can sense that he may suffered from pain, regrets and dissatisfaction in life that causing him to treat himself in a hard way. if something bothers him, this makes him focus on negative situation than to look for the solution. this group is little the same with group four like he wanted to heard and seen. he is a trusted employee in his workplace.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile six

❝ 𝒯 he fashionable and aesthetic guy ❞

this is a party of people. this is someone who likes to keep up with the trends, it keeps me feeling that if they are unable to run with it, they will feel left out. i sense that he is an extrovert, may have different group of friends but i can't totally say they were all good for him because some are bad influence. he prefer to look online about what's trending today's, getting inspired by different influencers. he may think that when going out to the is another day for him, to show off his style and aesthetic. he may love and may have collection of different accessories. he is very confident man, he likes to use his creativity and imagination to create something special. sometimes he is becoming to much open with his emotions that people perceive him as someone who is sensitive. he interested in learning and growing. he can be workaholic if needed, he can't sleep without finishing all of his undone works. he is attracted with people who can support, motivate and share the same interests and passion with him. your person is romantic to the bone and is a joyful individual. he may have a beautiful and galactic eyes that people may notice a lot with his physical appearance. in decision making, he rely more with his guys and instinct feeling. he may be working in the field like hospitality and tourism. he is a detailed oriented person and can be a perfectionist too. you may meet them through work or in a university.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile seven

❝ 𝒯 he intelligent and bookworm guy ❞

this person is giving me a feeling of warm breeze, the feeling of the sun hitting your face when you wake up in the morning and the feeling you have just finished the school exam. it's really giving me a mood being hugged by a cozy warm blanket in a heavy rain while reading your beloved book and drinking your favorite chocolate drink. he is usually open-minded, likes to discover new and strange things. he is like a walking teddy bear, his hugs brings comfort. thus, i can say he is a early bird person like morning walks is his thing. this person is giving me a vibes of a person who enjoys nature- laying under a tree and watching the clouds. going picnic and relax. he spend most of his time with greenery places. i can't say he is a people please but he really take it serious of someone else feelings and thoughts. he is a type of person who felt that bookstore and library was heaven it was a plus points for him if a cafe have different kind of books to offer to their customers. he is a geek and an observer. life is not easy for him as he is unable to relax due to all of his problems especially in his romance life. he thinks no want will ever choose or love a brainiac like him this made him as someone who always keep himself busy. otherwise, he longing for long night sleeps and a relationship that is harmonious. he is very practical individual. i can say one of his hobby is to fix and decorate his home, i even figuring this person creating his own channel about that. he is an ideal husband and parent- he love to take care and provide for his spouse and family. your person has a big heart, really generous and thoughtful and compassionate with everything especially his cooking skills. this is a type of a guy who can make his surroundings lovely.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile eight

❝ 𝒯 he sweet talker guy ❞

here, you go. the lover boy of all. flirty smile? check. suave moves? check. cringe and irresistible pick-up lines? a huge check. he is a quick wit and so clever person. perhaps, he may work young or should i say someone who is looking for summer jobs to earn and in summary, someone who spends his childhood learning "how to earn". and now, he still uses those skills he has learned until his old age. he is reminding me of like a cool spy and a mysterious detective. he got a curiosity and thirsty for knowledge, this can make him work in a career like communication field. people often view him as someone who have unpredictable and unusual traits or personality. he inherited something great from a male energy in his life. i can say he got it all. he prefer to share his earnings with his family. he love to stay at home, feeling cozy and relaxing. he may have a deep love for the movies like action, horror and thriller. it can be you may meet through online platforms. he is sweet and innocent as candy but doesn't have a dancing skills. he is an animal lover. he can be silly and makes others feel comfortable when he is around. he prefer old songs than the new ones. people often call him "handsome". visiting other town and road tripping is his thing.

𓏵 group eight moodboard: view here.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile nine

❝ 𝒯 he crazy and funny guy ❞

this is someone who likes to overspend his money. reason? he doesn't quite appreciate the word "savings". this person is reminding me of jim carrey in his younger years— someone who is playful and has funny facial expressions. while, when it comes to material resources i can say he is a little bit greedy about it, he wants and may even wish to have all the lavishly in the world. for a little amount of energy, i'm getting that this person is still a student. thus, your person may love learning. this person may have a bitter and lovely childhood. he may live in countries like european, norway, switzerland, united states, canada, australia, new zealand or any places where winter is prominent. one of his hobby is to stalk people online and investigate their private and know their secrets. i can even call this person as a human disaster, someone who likes to ruin someone's reputation but not all the time only those people he thinks harmful to someone else life and reputation. he may often using his creepy smile to scare others and what worse just for his fun like your boy is a prankster😭. but i assure you once this person fell in love, they give everything as in— entertain you and makes you laugh. he wants to see the better version of yourself when you are with them.

𓏵 group nine moodboard: view here.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile ten

❝ 𝒯 he manipulative and golden liar guy ❞

he can be a popstar or an idol because he has a fantastic singing voice. he may have a raspy or low voice he may be a volunteer in a charity or someone who is promoting protection for underdogs people in the society. i can even call this guy as a bad genius, he uses his skills and knowledge to manipulate reputable people in order to help people who live in silver lining. generosity that comes from lying and manipulation tactics, hidden motives is to earn in order to help those who he thinks really needed it. he is loud and talkative especially to children, he wanted to provide a safe shelter and good clothes and healthy foods for homeless and stray animals, if he is unable to provide he likely sabotage himself and downgrade it. he don't usually don't give a fuck and not listen to anybody. in his own world? he is the king. the master that no one can tame. in relationships, he is possessive and territorial. he may have different art styles of tattoo on his body, it's giving me a mafia boss. in other terms, a bad boy. old photography and history is his things. he is the type of person who can stick with their wordings like says one thing but acts completely different😅. he don't usually like studying and school, he is the type of boys in the back that prefer to sleep, disrespectful the teachers and likes to cutting classes— see a very typical bad boy student. you may often see this person in places like nightclubs, festivals or raves.

𓏵 group ten moodboard: view here.

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[dakusan]

F I R S T   B I T E

Vampire!Bang Chan x Reader | blood ritual, silk sheets, first time he finally takes you

🔞synopsis: You weren’t looking for luxury. You were looking for survival. But then he chose you—Bang Chan. Now you sleep in silk, eat like royalty, and bleed for him on schedule. He’s fed from you before. Gentle. Controlled. Ritualistic. But he’s never fucked you. Not once. Tonight, that changes. Because his hunger is showing. His eyes are black. And you’re in that dress he bought you. And when he finally takes his bite—he doesn’t stop there.

💌a/n: OK SO LISTEN 🩸 Yes. I know I answered an ask ages ago about how Chan is so rich. but for this series? i said fuck it. switched it up. because he deserves it. you deserve it. silk sheets and bite marks forever. also no, i’m not making profiles for every member. that’s boring and I’m busy making them FEED AND FUCK INSTEAD 😌 priorities. if you’re not bleeding and shaking by the end, did you even read it? 🔪💋✨ p.s. reblog if it ruined you. reblog if you whimpered. reblog if you said “oh.” out loud. p.p.s. more members coming next Wreck Me Wednesday! p.p.p.s. blood tastes better when it’s yours. ok bye 🖤

⚠️ warnings: 18+ / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | biting kink | marking kink | blood drinking as foreplay (and during) | fingering + grinding | overstimulation | breeding kink language (explicit) | “mine” possessiveness dialled to 1000 | choking (light, erotic) | mirror of praise + filth | power imbalance | luxury kink | ritualistic aftercare | cum, blood, and luxury bath oils

📌 Please read responsibly. Hydrate. Bleed pretty. Stretch.

🎧 » Criminal — Taemin « 0:58 ─〇───── 3:31 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

The idea of becoming a Blood Doll didn’t start as a fantasy. It started as a last resort.

You weren’t desperate. Just… cornered. By bills. By bruises you didn’t ask for. By nights too long and mornings that arrived with nothing but guilt and cold toast. Seoul was a city of glass towers and low shadows. You had lived in both.

You weren’t supposed to know about the Veil. About vampires. About what they offered behind silk-curtained doors. But you did. One overheard conversation in a blood clinic waiting room was all it took. A name passed like a secret. A dare:

“LUXE Health. If you’re lucky, someone will choose you.”

So you cleaned yourself up. Not for them. For you. You memorized their rules. Got the bloodwork done. Sold everything else. And when you finally arrived—dressed in borrowed black with lips bitten pink—you didn’t flinch.

Because somewhere beneath the hunger and the silence, you had a single thought: “If I’m going to belong to someone… make it him.”

You saw him before he saw you. Or maybe that’s just what you tell yourself now.

Bang Christopher Chan. The vampire who owns medicine. The one whose name is spoken in hushed reverence at trauma wards and whispered in moans between silk sheets.

Abnormal. Born, not turned. The kind of vampire the Veil fears because they cannot predict him.

He didn’t need to feed from you that night. He didn’t even touch you. Just read your file, looked into your eyes, and said—

“You’ll do.”

Not cruel. Not kind. Just… certain. And that certainty rewired you.

That was three months ago.

Now, you live on the top floor of a private Luxe facility in Gangnam. You don’t work. You don’t pay. You just exist—dripping in silk, gliding past glass, touched only by magic and occasionally by him.

You eat better than royalty. Your scent is monitored for health. Your sheets are laundered daily in blood-neutral detergent. Every book you ever mentioned liking? It's in your room. Your bath oils are imported. Your wardrobe is measured by hand.

But he hasn’t fucked you. Not once. Not yet. He’s fed. God, has he fed.

The first time, you thought you’d die from how soft he made it. The second time, you wanted him to bite deeper. The third time? You whimpered his name. He smiled, lips wet, but didn’t take you. Not then.

And yet—he gives.

A diamond choker with a spell-lock that hums when you're near danger. A dress you only wore once, now preserved in a glass case because he liked how you looked in it. Shoes hand-delivered from a Paris atelier, dyed to match the undertone of your skin. Perfumes keyed to his scent.

He gives like a man who has everything—except you.

Tonight, you had been his date. A Veil-chartered event in an underground gallery beneath Itaewon. Not that you paid much mind, except the fact that you stood by him looking all pretty, dressed by him.

And now? Now you’re back in the penthouse.

Your heels click across imported stone. You’ve just slipped off your earrings when you feel it—the hum in the walls. The signal. Feeding hour.

He’s never missed one.

You turn, heart already pounding.

He’s in the doorway. Loosened collar. No tie. Silver watch still on his wrist. And his eyes…

Black.

“Sit,” he says, voice silk-dark.

And you do, because God, you always obey.

He crosses the room like a secret unfolding—measured, lethal, beautiful. His gaze never leaves yours. Not even as he loosens the first button of his shirt. Not even as he sheds his jacket and drapes it over the back of a chair. The air shifts around him—cooler, heavier. The scent of cedar and clove curled in hunger.

You sit where he wants you. On the edge of the fainting couch, legs pressed together beneath silk that still smells like his cologne. Your lipstick is still intact. Your throat bare. The pulse at your neck, traitorous.

He kneels in front of you.

Not like a man worshipping. Like a vampire calculating.

His fingers brush your ankle, sliding upward in a touch so light it’s almost imagined—up the line of your shin, over your knee, until he’s nudging the hem of your gown higher, just enough to settle between your legs, kneeling. Commanding.

He doesn't speak right away. Just watches you.

Eventually, he reaches for your wrist. Not to feed.

Just to hold. “You're warm.”

You nod, breath shallow. "I always am. After we go out."

Something flickers across his face. Amusement? Possession?

He leans forward. Mouth hovering over your neck. Not touching. Just breathing. "Do you want the bite here?"

"Yes."

He doesn’t kiss you. He doesn’t ask again. He bites.

You gasp. His fangs are surgical. Smooth. Deep. You feel it in your blood, in your thighs, in the way your dress shifts against your hips as your whole body arches toward him.

It’s not pain. It’s pressure.

One of his hands at your waist, the other on your thigh, grounding you as he drinks your sweet blood in slow. His tongue flicks once. Just once. Over the wound.

And that’s what makes you whimper.

His groan is almost inaudible. Almost. He drinks a little deeper.

You clutch the shoulder of his shirt and try to stay still—but you can’t. You shift. You rub your knees together. You tilt your head further back like it’ll coax more of him out, like it’ll make him—

He stops. Pulls back. Blood on his lips. Collarbone flushed. Hands tighter now.

You’re panting.

"You should rest."

But he doesn’t mean it. Because his eyes are still black. And his cock is hard under his trousers. And you’re still in that dress he picked—silk, slit high, neckline low enough for his teeth to dip beneath.

“You’re still hungry,” you whisper.

He says nothing. But his hand slides higher up your thigh. Just barely. Just enough.

“Feed again,” you murmur.

He exhales. Shaky. Like he’s fighting something ancient. “If I feed again,” he says, voice wrecked, “I won’t stop.”

Your reply is immediate. “I don't want you to stop.”

His hand grips your thigh harder.

A beat. Two. And then—he snaps. His mouth crashes to yours like it’s the only law he’s ever obeyed.

Hot. Wet. Starving.

There’s no finesse. No restraint. Just tongue and breath and blood—your blood—smearing between your lips as he kisses you like he’s waited centuries. You taste iron and cedar and the slick salt of him groaning into your mouth.

His palm slides up your spine, yanks you forward. You gasp. He swallows it. You moan. He deepens it. Your fingers claw at his shirt, dragging it open, buttons scattering somewhere onto the marble.

“Chan—”

“Shut up,” he growls, biting your bottom lip, licking where it splits. “I told you. I won’t stop now.”

You don’t want him to.

Because you can’t think. Can’t breathe. Can’t survive if he doesn’t keep kissing you like that—like he’s drowning in you and wants to take you under with him.

He stands, dragging you up with him, your body flush to his. His hands on your ass, gripping through silk. You feel him—hard and heavy—pressed against your stomach. You grind against him. Shameless. He groans into your mouth like you just handed him your soul.

“On the bed,” he rasps, voice ruined.

You don’t walk. You stumble. He follows, eyes black, jaw clenched, pupils blown so wide you swear they swallow the moonlight.

Three steps from the bed, you spin and grab him by the open collar of his shirt—what’s left of it—and pull.

Hard.

He stumbles with you, low grunt in his throat, and you fall back onto the sheets like gravity’s been waiting for this moment.

Silk against your spine. Chan above you, braced on trembling arms. His shirt ripped wide open from your fingers, chest heaving. Eyes on your lips before leaning in again. Lips on your own. Tongue hot and deep, one hand gripping your jaw like he wants to brand his name there.

His knee shoves between your thighs and you start grinding against it. Moan into his mouth like a sinner under oath.

Your dress slips off one shoulder and of course he notices and his mouth leaves yours—trailing fire down your throat, tongue flicking the half-healed bite on your neck. You arch like a live wire. He sucks. You cry out. And then he speaks against your skin.

“You don’t understand what you’ve just done,” he rasps, voice shaking. “Letting me kiss you. Letting me taste it from your lips…”

He presses his forehead to your collarbone. His breath shudders. So does your body. “I’ve waited,” he says. “I’ve waited—every night. Let you heal. Let you rest. I was good.”

He lifts his head. Stares down at you. “But now you’ve ruined that.”

His hand slides under the slit of your dress. Fingers ghost over your inner thigh. He groans. "Fuck, you're so wet baby."

You whimper.

He leans down again, nose brushing your jaw, lips grazing your ear—

“One more bite,” he whispers. “Then I fuck you. And I don’t stop until your blood knows who it belongs to.”

"Please." You say. Desperate for it.

Chan's lips press against your shoulder, just below the dip of silk where your dress has fallen. He's slow, gentle, taking his time. Before finally, he bites and you gasp, sharp and wrecked.

His fangs in slowly this time. Not like earlier. No urgency. This bite is...savouring.

You clutch the sheets, back arching as he feeds again—mouth latched to your skin, tongue lapping slowly between pulses. Every draw pulls heat to your core. Every sound he makes against your skin echoes between your thighs.

And then you finally feel his hand parting your legs more, fingers brushing over your already soaked panties. You twitch and he groans into the wound.

"Dropping," he murmurs, mouth still on your flesh. "From being bit."

His fingers slip beneath the fabric. Contact. He traces the seam of your folds with two fingers before running them up again, pressing into your just enough to make your hips holt.

You moan out. That moan ripped straight from the center of you.

He chuckles darkly. Fangs still buried. Your blood on his tongue. Your cunt in his palm.

"So sweet," he growls. "Every part of you."

His thumb starts to circle that bundle of nerves. Not fast. Not hard. Just deep, tight pressure—rhythmic, possessive, hypnotic.

You’re panting now. Writhing. Your blood still feeding him as he works you from below.

His free hand grabs your thigh, pinning it open. “This pussy’s been waiting for me,” he hisses, licking over the bite again. “Wet and so so perfect for me.”

Two fingers thrust inside and your head snaps back. A choke moan spills out. You feel everything.

“Say it,” he demands, pulling back from your shoulder, licking the wound clean. “Say who owns you.”

“Y-You—fuck—Chan, it’s you—”

“Say it properly.”

His fingers curl just right.

“You own me,” you cry. “You own all of me—*fuck—*please don’t stop—”

“I told you,” he pants, mouth against your lips again, hand fucking you slow and deep, “I’m not stopping tonight.”

Chan finally pulled back, slowly. Fangs retracting from your skin. Mouth now painted with your blood again. He looks wrecked. Hair falling into his eyes. Chest rising like a storm's behind it. But his fingers? They've started fucking into you, a slow pace.

He sits back on his heels between your thighs, one hand fucking deep, slow, curling into that spot that makes your breath catch and your thighs twitch. The other hand trails up your waist until it cups your breast through the fabric. His thumb brushes over your nipple.

“Aw, look at you,” he coos, voice soaked in dark heat. “Dripping for me. Can feel it, baby girl.” His fingers move faster now—tight little thrusts that make your cunt clench, soak, squeal.

“You gonna cum?”

“Yes—yes, I—”

“I can feel it,” he growls. “All that sweetness pulling around my fingers. Fuck—so tight. So fucking good for me.”

He leans over, tongue lapping at the blood smeared down your clavicle while he finger fucks you harder. “That’s it. Let go. Be good. Cum on my hand.”

You cry out—knees jerking, hands clawing at the sheets, your entire body arching as heat snaps. Your orgasm crashes through you. But Chan doesn’t stop. Not until you’re trembling under him, cunt pulsing around his fingers, thighs soaked and twitching.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “You give so fucking much. You always do.”

He pulls his fingers out slow, watching the mess string between you.

Then—finally—his hands go to your dress. He peels it off of you, revealing every inch of your body to his hungry eyes. "Now," he murmurs, eyes dark again. "Now I take what's mine."

You barely catch your breath before you hear it—

The sound of his belt unbuckling.

Fast. Sharp. Desperate. He’s done waiting. His slacks fall in seconds. Boxers shoved low. His cock now in full view. Heavy, thick, veins pulsing. He is already flushed, the tip angry red and dripping.

Your mouth parts in awe. Your cunt clenches in instinct. “Look at you,” he breathes, crawling back over you, cock resting hot against your thigh. “Already shaking… and I haven’t even put it in yet.”

He grabs himself—gives one slow stroke, tip dragging along your folds as he lines up. You feel the heat of it.

“You want it?” he rasps.

“Yes. Please—”

“Then take it.”

And he pushes in. Slowly, gently, wanting to savour the feeling of your walls around his cock. You arch with a cry—eyes wide, fingers scrambling to hold onto something. But it’s no use. You’re being split. He’s so thick, and the stretch is perfect—too perfect. Your pussy tightens around him like velvet glove, and he groans low, forehead dropping to yours.

“Fuck, baby girl—so fucking tight—so good for me—”

He bottoms out.

One perfect grind of his hips. You feel everything. But he doesn't move yet, his hips flushed with yours.

"You take me so well," he whispers. "This pussy was made for me. You were made for me."

You whimper, breathless.

"Please—move—”

"I can. Remind me, who do you belong to baby?"

"You—you, Chan—fuck, I’m yours—”

"Good girl." he whispers. Pulling back and then slamming back in. Hard. Deep. Merciless. His thrusts picking up pace. Harder into you. Your body jerks up over the bed. He grabs your waist, pulls you back onto him.

Over and over.

The sound is obscene—skin on skin, soaked and slick. Your name is gone. All that exists is his name—Chan, Chan, Chan—echoing from your mouth, screamed into sheets, licked from your lips by the man breaking you open.

“You feel that?” he grits, fucking you deep, jaw clenched. “That’s mine. This body. This blood. This fucking cunt—”

He slaps your thigh. You moan.

“Say it again.”

“I’m yours—yours, yours, yours—”

He groans—fucks you harder. At least for a few more thrusts until he moves again. Shifts. Flips you over. Fast. Rough. Hands firm under your hips. One sharp drag and your body turns beneath him—your chest to the sheets, ass up, knees wide on instinct.

You gasp, caught off guard by the dominance of it. And he just laughs—low, filthy, feral.

“That’s better,” he growls behind you. “Now I can really fucking feel you.”

His hand spanks your ass and you jolt.

Chan drags his cock through your slick folds again. Lining himself up. "Stay still," he commands. "Take it.£

And he thrusts back in. Hard. Deep. Full.

You scream. Into the pillow.

He fills you so completely from this angle, cock hitting new spots you didn’t know existed. And when he grinds in deep—stays there—you feel your whole body shudder.

Chan's hand moves into your hair. Fisting it and yanking your head back just enough that you arch for him. And the other hand? It wraps around your throat.

"You look so pretty like this," he hisses into your ear. "Open. Dripping. Mine."

He starts moving again—fucking you slow and rough, every stroke long and deep and perfectly angled. You’re choking on moans now—your own breath caught in your throat where his hand rests, light but threatening. Possessive.

“You gonna cum again?” he pants, hips slamming into you. “Gonna soak me like a good little blood doll?”

You nod—whimper—beg.

“Say it,” he growls.

“I—I’m gonna cum—fuck, Chan, please—”

“That’s right,” he snarls. “Do it. Let go.”

He pulls your hair harder. His cock slams deeper. And you shatter. Second orgasm—harder than the first—slams through you like lightning. Your whole body convulses, cunt pulsing around him so tight he groans, slams in deeper, loses rhythm—

“Fuck.”

He lets go of your throat. Pushes you flat to the bed, still buried inside you.

And then? He pulls out—panting, ruined—and flips you again.

“We’re not done,” he breathes. “Not until I fill you.”

You’re breathless. Sprawled on the sheets on your back again after being flipped. Skin flushed, throat kissed red, thighs sticky and trembling.

But he’s not done.

Chan climbs over you again—eyes black, cock still hard, soaked with your slick and heat and ownership. He grabs your legs, lifts them, pushes them up high over his shoulders.

You whimper. He growls.

“One more,” he rasps. “You’re gonna take one more.”

And then he thrusts back in. His thrusts never easing up, except this time instead of being fast, they're harder, deeper. Hitting deep inside your pretty dripping cunt.

Your legs tremble where they rest on his shoulders, your hips arching up instinctively to meet his every thrust. He’s so deep now—your cunt swallowing every inch, fluttering around him like it already misses him when he pulls back.

“So tight,” he pants, sweat dripping from his jaw as he fucks into you. “So full. You feel that?”

He leans down—body folding over yours, pressing you into the bed. You gasp at the intensity—your knees practically touching your ears, your body caged beneath him. And before you know it, his mouth finds your throat again. Not the old bite. No.

This time it's lower. Right over your pulse. A new mark. A new claim.

He sinks his fangs in—again. But this time? He cums. At the same fucking moment.

You feel it—his cock twitching deep inside you, spilling into you with a primal, guttural growl against your skin. His hips still grind as he pumps you full, fucking it deeper, deeper, until your stomach coils from the pressure and the heat and the ache.

“That’s it,” he pants against your skin. “Take it. All of it. I’m gonna fill you—mark you—fuck it so deep into you it'll leak all night.”

He’s still feeding, slow now—tongue lapping, lips suckling, like your blood is the final part of the ritual.

And you? You’re crying his name.

“Chan—Chan—fuck—yes—yours—”

He lifts his head, face painted with blood and victory and crashes his lips onto yours.

Wet. Possessive. Full of cum and blood and everything he is.

“Good girl,” he whispers, against your swollen lips. “My good little blood doll.”

He pulls out—slow. Your thighs twitch. His cum leaks from between them. He watches it, chest heaving, and smirks before his eyes move on to you. Eyes no longer black, but softer now, sparklier. You’re wrecked beneath him, trembling and flushed, marked in blood and sweat and cum.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, fingers ghosting up your thigh. “You took me so well.”

You try to speak. Can’t. All you can do is breathe—shaky, grateful, undone. He leans down. Presses one kiss to your cheek. Another to your temple. Then the curve of your throat where your blood still lingers.

“You’re okay,” he whispers, so gentle it nearly makes you cry. “You’re mine now. And I take care of what’s mine.”

He moves with eerie speed after that, but never rushes you. One moment he’s gone, and the next—he’s back.

A warm cloth in his hand. Something for your bite marks. A glass of cold water. A square of dark chocolate—your favourite.

“Small sugars after feeding,” he says, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Prevents dizziness. Helps the body remember pleasure.”

You nibble it, fingers weak. He watches every movement like it’s precious.

Then he scoops you into his arms. You’re already drifting—high on oxytocin, on safety, on the way he smells like expensive oud and dark cherry blood.

“Where are we going…?” you murmur.

“Bath,” he says, already striding down the marble hallway. “You’re not sleeping with my cum leaking down your thighs onto silk sheets."

You huff a laugh into his chest. "Didn't you say you wanted me to leak all night?"

"I don't remember that. I never said that." But Chan is smiling, dimple smile and his ears are red.

In the bathroom, he takes the time to set you down on the edge of the tub gently while he takes care of filling it up with warm water, adding in jasmine oils. Whilst the tub fills up, Chan steps back to undress fully now, taking off that ripped shirt off.

By the time the tub is filled up, Chan makes sure to ease you in the tub, hands firm yet gentle before sliding in behind you and pulling your back to his chest, arms wrapping around your waist.

"You did so well tonight," he says softly, mouth brushing your shoulder. "I told you id' take care of you."

You nod. Too relaxed to speak.

His fingers draw idle shapes over your stomach, over the curve of your breast, over the softest parts of you that no one else touches.

“Sleep here, if you want,” he whispers. “Stay here. Forever.”

You simply relax, your head against his shoulder, eyes fluttered closed, breathing steady. "Mmm...forever." you murmur.

And Chan leans down to press a kiss to the side of your head.

“Forever,” he echoes. “Mine.”

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[itsrlymine]

BABEE GUESS WHATT!! GUESS WHO'S BEEN MANIFESTING HER DREAM LIFE IN LESS THAN A MONTH!! 🤭🤭

So like 2-3 weeks ago I was in a rut. Just to give some info, my parents work in another city but always visit home frequently though I have to live with my toxic grandmother with my cousin's toxic parents and I have a feeling I've been manifesting them being more and more negative to me because I've been witnessing how powerful I was with manifestation and stuff but never held the steering wheel on it. Hate them, but anyways.

3 weeks ago, dad had to go back to the city for work while my mother was working from home. My grandmother is (or was) REALLY REALLY clingy or something so she didn't allow my mother to go back to the city and bring me with her because she didn't want us to leave, AS IF she didn't rot both of our self-esteems with her generational trauma. But I was like "okay, no, no no no. We are going to the city. We will have the best redemption summer. The best glowup.. Who said we weren't?" And not even 4 days later, me and my mother both left and now I get to live my summer 🎉🎉🎉

A few days later, I wanted to get into meditation and use that to create my dream self and my dream life. I ASSUMED THAT I HAD LOW ATTENTION SPAN, until I was like "wait what? What do you meannn, meditating is so easy, like it's actually so dumb to think it isn't because it's just.. What?? Don't I meditate all the time??" (And honestly it's not even an assumption, all of us meditate when we are zoning out, daydreaming, or even when we are trying to go to sleep.) Sooo I've been rampaging, using SATs, and using the law of assumption while meditating. This has reduced my phone addiction so I've been making time for lots of things. I've applied to a baking class, and a pilates class. And I've been changing my physical appearance.. No, I'm not talking dresses or something. I'm talking about: hair growth. An hourglass figure. My nose has been getting smaller. Ofc, I've been manifesting while meditating and even to my sleep, this is very very possible.

I HEALED MY SCOLIOSIS!! "Scoliosis can't be cured" say that to my face. Yes you can.

Long story short, I can meditate for 2 hours, have been reaching out to others with meditation, and then eventually other things like personal hobbies, have been educating myself with things I want to learn and have also been earning a little bit of money on pinterest, and since I've been reaching out to people with my same interests,I've been socializing all the time and.. Yk what? I'm going to a rich party next week. A YACHT PARTY. ✨✨

A YACHT PARTY.

I SAW THE GUEST LIST AND.. I see a cute and handsome guy. That has rich parents. Updating when he's my boyfriend.

YESS YES YESSSSSSSS OMG BABE WTF I LOVE THIS. all these successes are so freakin amazing girl yes whattttt. all it takes is trust yourself and everything else falls in place. I love this so much for you and I'm looking forward to more stories you have to tell!!! congrats babe.

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Pick a pile : 1st time sex with your future spouse LGBTQ+ friendly

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Pile एक

Cards : justice|temperance|knight of wands

Your fs will be taking the lead in this act . They'll initiate things . They'll be the one to take responsibility and care of you . They'll hold you so dearly . Your fs will love to ride you . They can be into boundage roping too. They'll love their privacy while doing it . So they'll only do sex in private isolated places only where you both don't get caught. They'll want to pour their all into you and hope you reciprocate it too but thats not important for them . They just wanna give all of their to you. You both maybe so different from each other. But opposite attracts ✨ you both will do it while it's dawn . Flowers can be significant too. You both can be into role switching too to see which fits you best and giving a try to being a sub and dom . You both can be secretive about doing these activities as it's important to keep our life private . Dressing up before the act can be important too which will be the reason you both will get turned on. You'll feel a new energy in you after you've sëx with them. There will be sense of emotional grounding too and this sêx will lead to new beginnings . They'll only have eyes on you same goes for you . You'll be like ahfhhfh this is the only person I want . They're mine 😩💥 your heart will be on fire for them . You both will balance and fit each other in unusual ways like a art .

Where would be your first sex ?

At the work place . You or your future spouse is most like to get turned on when either of you're working hehe like your future spouse will suddenly think about you and boom now they're horny for you . Blind folds will be prominent or just sensory deprivation in general . It's possible you might have sex when moon is in waning or waxing cresent phase .

Their fav parts of your body:

your side profile specially jawline , your legs[thighs] , your hands and the way you hold them , your serious face while doing the deed 🎀 if you identify yourself as female then your whole body is sexy for them and I feel your future spouse will find your lil chubby cheeks and hairs so sexy like they give essence to you and adds spice to your beauty.

Their kinks :

okay so finding you alone ? Is that even a kink ? Definitely teaching you is their kink like anything they can teach you be it erotic or innocent things. When the sex hits them into the soul and both yours souls are satisfied ✨ spoiling you to the death , if you're not married obviously like if you doing sex with your future spouse before marriage then having marriage with you and fucking you with that married label is their kink . You doing a cheerleading dance infront of them 🎊

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Pile दो

Cards : magician|3 of swords|hanged man

Your 1st séx with them will be decorated place . They'll prepare roses and other flowers too . They'll prepare few séx toys too . They'll be the one who's dom👀 . They can be the person who has lot of stamina. They'll heal your broken heart and help you come out of those love related traumas. They'll want to prove that they're not same as others. You may have walls and may not be communicative enough about your feelings but they'll understand it all without you being vocal to them. They're intuitive enough to understand you. They'll help you relax by engaging in sexual activities with you . Since they'll want to dominate. They'll want you to lie only and let them do all the act for you . They'll hold your hands so you don't interrupt them while pleasuring you. They'll be into proving pleasures with multiple things at once . Like doing nipple play , penetration, clit stimulation all at once 💥😭 . You'll be feeling so euphoric and at edge of loosing it all and just melt away. They or you can be into hand job or just grabbing them or their boõbies . They're true magican haha 🪄 . When you're with them they wouldn't want you to shed tears or get hurt anymore. Your 1st sêx with them will heal you from past wounds . I hope you resonate. I'll love to hear from you through comments or asks.

Where would be your first sex ?

Your first sex with your future spouse will at some party or gathering like you both may have sex under the influence of some drinks . Now this party can be in hilly areas or areas where there's silence most of the times and it's reserved area where people aren't seen very much .

Their fav parts of your body:

your breasts , the way you stick out your tongue , your hands placements on their body and specially when you put hands on their face 😭 they go crazy like they could be twerking inside lmao, your lips , your pointy nose tip , when you're wrapped in sheets

Their kinks:

pleasuring you with so many things at once so that you cum very badly all over the place . Breeding kink , providing for you , making you feel secured , solving your issues are few of your future spouse's kinks

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Pile तीन

Cards : 4 of swords|10 of swords|4 of cups

Alright pile 3 , your fs may get turned on while you're asleep and they'll just want to initiate things with you . They could have been holding on to their sexùal thoughts for so long . They could've even contemplating over them . Probably they could have been even pleasuring themselves too with the thought of yours. They'll want to submit to you and beg you for having sêx with them. Lowkey you would've been wanting to fuck them too but somehow you both are not very vocal about your feelings and don't take actions either lol. It's giving all people around you realise that there's sexual tension between them and ughh it's so hot . But only you and your fs are the only people who haven't realised it yet. But when you're asleep they'll finally decide that they need to take action on these thoughts and ask you for it . You could probably even be having nightmare and them comforting you so when you wake up it'll lead to sêx to get you comfortable again . They'll fuck you so hard that you'll finally sleep peacefully for longer lol because you'll have no energy left and probably wake up again with pains 🥴 thanks to them and their cock\pussy.

Where would be your first sex ?

Okay pile 3 your sex will be somewhere where you get chance to sneak out like you've come out of city or country for some work related issues or just a conference or some competition to participate in and you do the deed there . It's possible that you sneak out from your colleagues or friends or family to have sex together haha but I feel you or your future spouse will definitely take guidance 1st from someone experienced. So that they can give outmost performance and experience 🎀

Their fav parts of your body:

your smile , your chin I feel there can be something about your chin probably it's more baby like having more fat over there , the way you put your face down when you're not satisfied enough , and ooh when you criss cross your hands it's over for them 🌊

Their kinks:

intoxication kink , trying adventures with you like exploring new positions, new places , reward kink , sub dom kink .

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[xjulixred45x]

OMG!!! THAT WAS SO GOOD!

It was so fun to read and it give me so many ideas that i would like to share if you don't mind.

Kid! Yuu insists in carrying Grimm around. Imagine being an NRC student and you see this kid with their 1.19/1.30 carrying this 90cm cat,is just comic.Grimm is not complaining.

Kid! Yuu randomly drops a lore info; they are with the boys, and out of nowhere they go, "One time I didn't see my mom and dad for 2 days." "Mama was acting funny a couple days before I appeared here. She looked at me oce and said that I was a burden. I don't know what it means, but it doesn't sound good." And the boys are just (⊙_⊙)? You can go nuts with this one.

I think that Jack would be one of the most careful with Kid! Yuu, they reminded him of his siblings. So if you go to Savanaclaw, you're going to see this big as hell wolfman, and his little ray of sunshine, full of trauma, but a ray of sunshine.

The staff is pressuring Crowley to find a way back, but not for Kid! Yuu go back to that empty house with no love, caring, or joy. Actually, they justwant to beat this kid's parents so much that they not gonna remember they on names.

Kid! Yuu still go to class, but the teachers give them activities that kids of their age would learn. Vargas basically plays with them while the boys are dying doing the real P.E. class.

I can see Trein being one of the most worried with Kid! Yuu situation, a little more if kid! Yuu is a girl,reminds him of his own daughters.

The boys and staff need to teach them some things for this kid's sake, like, "If you have a problem, you can and should talk with a grown-up." "If you want something, you can ask us."Stuff of the type.

I would really like to hear your thoughts about those too. Remember to eat and keep hydrated. Bye~

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This is so good! Lmao

Grim lets his little henchman carry him around for NRC (he won't admit it, but he likes that Yuu helps him feel important and grown-up), even if it makes things a little difficult. Besides, if anyone tries to mess with them, Grim can easily breathe fire back at them—it's a win-win.

The first-years, being the ones who interact with Yuu the most, are definitely the first to realize something's wrong with this kid. It's not something direct at first, but rather certain habits Yuu has that reveal him as someone who grew up too fast (being too independent or mature for their age, knowing how to cook, clean, and so on on their own, not trusting adults, etc.).

Ace probably once caught Yuu stockpiling food at Ramshackle. The reason? "In case I get grounded without food," it takes Ace a full minute to process what this kid just said. And thenautomatically drags them off to have tea and eat some of Trey's candy at Heartslabyul . Ace isn't very good at this kind of thing, but he DEFINITELY knows it's not normal for a little kid to do that, and he needs someone RIGHT to point that out to them.

Deuce also notices some of Yuu's unusual habits, but especially when he talks about their home. When Deuce told them about his mother and how he wanted to make her proud, Yuu looked at him in a way they never had before. they said his mother wasn't happy with them either, that sometimes they wouldn't see her or thier father for days, but that was okay because then they wouldn't be a burden to them (Deuce proceeded to hug Yuu for three hours straight).

Jack is the one who affirms, the one who assures Yuu that they're not a bad kid, that their parents weren't good people, and most of all, that they deserves to be loved. He's especially gentle with them; they remind him of his little sibilings, so it pains him greatly to see how little affection they received in their life, and he's willing to change it. I can see Jack easily giving in to Yuu's whims, such as transforming into a wolf so Yuu can ride or sleep on him, hanging on his shoulders because he's tall, etc.

Epel definitely tells Yuu straight up that if he runs into their parents, he'll beat them up in seven different ways. Aside from that, he's great at making the kid laugh, whether it's with words from his original dialect/accent, exaggerated Vil imitations, or going on little escapades to get some candy/junk food for themselves. He's also taught Yuu a few tricks on how to use their "cute" appearance to their advantage to escape trouble.

Sebek makes a huge effort to not be so loud around Yuu, realizing that it brings back very bad memories for them, or at least encourages them to be louder and more vocal about what they want. He's the most offended and genuinely angry at the kind of treatment Yuu's parents gave the kid, and assures them that while they're in Twisted Wonderland, they won't have to fear being hurt, that they'll protect them. He's quite affirming without knowing it.

Ortho and Yuu are basically best friends; they're both in a new world and deeply curious about everything around them. Although, of course, Ortho tries to take more care of his more fragile, flesh-and-blood friend. Ortho ends up being the one who teaches Yuu various social skills like "stranger danger" and "trusted adult," and, above all, that if they feels ill or something bad happens to them, they can count on their friends to help them!

The teachers are so partial to Yuu, that while the others are practically fighting for survival in the hellish Vargas camps in the middle of nowhere, Yuu is playing jump rope with Ortho and Grim. While everyone else is dozing off listening to Trein's lectures, Yuu is completing a short basic quiz for the day, with Lucius on their lap. While the others are making potentially explosive potions, Crewel is teaching Yuu basic chemistry.

Sam has definitely given Yuu a couple of gifts to cheer him up when they feeling particularly down, whether it's their favorite food, an item they's been eyeing up, or something unexpected. You never know with Sam. Crowley is happy that he doesn't have to pretend he was looking find a way to get Yuu back home now that everyone's warmed up to them, or well, now they're demanding that he do it, but to... beat up their parents? Well, he might consider it.

After all, Yuu has united the school in a unique way, it's the least they could do, right?

_________

(ESPAÑOL)

Esto es muy bueno! Lmao

Grim deja que su pequeño secuaz lo cargue por NRC (no lo admitirá, pero le gusta que Yuu lo ayude a sentirse importante y grande), incluso si le dificulta un poco. Aparte, si alguien trata de meterse con ellos, Grim puede fácilmente escupirles fuego, es un ganar-ganar.

Definitivamente los de primer año, al ser los que más interactúan con Yuu, son los primeros en darse cuenta que algo malo paso con este niño. No son cosas directas en un inicio, sino mas bien ciertos hábitos que tiene Yuu que lo delatan como alguien que creció muy rápido (ser demasiado independiente o maduro para su edad, saber cocinar, limpiar y demás por su cuenta, no confiar en adultos, etc).

Ace probablemente una vez sorprendió a Yuu haciendo una reserva de comida en ramshackle ¿la razón? “en caso de que me castiguen sin comer”, a Ace le toma un minuto entero procesar lo que este niño acaba de decir. Y automáticamente después lo arrastra Heartslabyul para tomar el té y que coma algunos dulces de Trey. Ace no es muy bueno en este tipo de cosas, pero DEFINITIVAMENTE sabe que no es normal que un niño pequeño haga eso, y necesita que alguien ADECUADO le diga eso.

Deuce también nota algunos de los hábitos inusuales de Yuu, pero más que nada cuando habla de su hogar. Cuando Deuce le hablo de su madre y como quería hacerla sentir orgullosa, Yuu lo miro de una forma que nunca lo había hecho, dijo que su madre tampoco estaba feliz con ellos, que a veces no la veía ni a ella ni su padre por días, pero estaba bien, porque así no sería una carga para ellos (Deuce procedió a abrazar a Yuu por tres horas seguidas).

Jack es el de la afirmación, el que le asegura a Yuu que no es un niño malo, que sus padres no eran buenas personas, y sobretodo, que merece que lo quieran. Es especialmente gentil con ellos, le recuerdan a sus hermanos pequeños, por lo que le duele mucho ver el poco afecto que ha recibido en su vida, y está dispuesto a cambiarlo. Puedo ver a Jack cediendo fácilmente a los caprichos de Yuu, como transformarse en lobo para que Yuu lo monte o duerma sobre él, estar sobre sus hombros porque es alto, etc.

Epel definitivamente le dice directamente a Yuu que si se topa con sus padres les va a partir la cara de 7 formas diferentes. Aparte de eso, es un grande en hacer reír al niño, ya sea con palaras de su dialecto original/acento, imitando a Vil de forma exagerada o yendo en pequeñas escapadas para conseguir algunos dulces/comida chatarra para ellos solos. Tambien le ha enseñado un par de trucos a Yuu sobre cómo usar el aspecto “adorable” a su favor para escapar de los problemas.

Sebek hace un esfuerzo enorme de no ser tan ruidoso cerca de Yuu al darse cuenta de que eso trae muy malas memorias para ellos, o al menos, los incita a ellos a ser más ruidosos y claros con lo que quieren. Es el más ofendido y sinceramente enojado ante el tipo de trato que le dieron los padres de Yuu al niño, y le asegura que mientras este en twisted wonderland, no tendrá que temer que lo lastimen, que lo van a proteger. Es bastante afirmativo sin saberlo.

Ortho y Yuu son básicamente mejores amigos, ambos están en un mundo nuevo y tienen una gran curiosidad por todo lo que los rodea. Aunque claro, Ortho trata de cuidar más de su más frágil amigo de carne y hueso. Ortho termina siendo quien le enseña a Yuu varias cosas sociales como “peligro extraño” o “adulto de confianza” y sobretodo, que, si se siente mal o algo malo le pasa, puede contar con sus amigos para ayudarle!

Los profesores son tan favoritistas hacia Yuu en este caso, mientras que los demás están prácticamente luchando por sobrevivir en los campamentos infernales de Vargas en medio de la nada, Yuu esta jugando saltar la cuerda con Ortho y Grim. Mientras que todos se están durmiendo escuchando las lecturas de Trein, Yuu esta completando un pequeño cuestionario básico por el dia, con Lucius en su regazo. Mientras los demás están haciendo pociones potencialmente explosivas, Crewel le enseña a Yuu química básica.

Sam definitivamente le ha dado un par de regalos a Yuu para animarle cuando le ve especialmente decaído, ya sea su comida favorita, algún artículo que haya ojeado o algo sorpresa. Nunca se sabe con Sam. Crowley esta feliz de que no tiene que (fingir que estaba buscando) buscar una forma de que Yuu vuelva a casa ahora que todos se encariñaron con ellos, o bueno, ahora le exigen que lo haga, pero para…¿darle una paliza a sus padres? Bueno, puede que lo considere.

Después de todo, Yuu ha unido la escuela de una forma única, es lo menos que podrían hacer ¿no?

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Hi Pile 1! This person will not enter your life through Instagram or TikTok, not anything like that, I feel like they kinda hate it honestly, maybe they dont even have social media; they have quite an unique energy tbh. They have a look that makes you turn your head and think "Who's that?", but with such an enigmatic vibe that you don't even know if they even realized you existed. But they did. They observe. They take their time. They're not much of a talker, but when they do, every word seems really important, everything has a meaning with them. You don't know if they're flirting or analyzing you, which its kinda funny, i see you all confused about them and it can make you a little bit stressed (in a good way). They leave you confused but wanting more. And then the chase begins. Not with flowers or grand gestures. With details you don't even know how to notice: they remember you don't like cilantro (if you dont like cilantro for real, shout out to you bc thats what im getting) , they save you the last piece of cake, they help you with something without saying anything, and then they disappear as if nothing happened. At first, you think they're very cold. You tell yourself you don't want to get involved. But when you get to know them better, you realize: they're someone with a lot going on inside. They don't show it out of fear, habit, trauma, whatever. But with you, things slip out. Long glances. Overly personal comments. Confessions that spill out unintentionally, i feel like thay are someone who is more private but with you they find themselves sharinh things without even noticing, you have something about you that makes them just drop their trust issues. And you start to see something that intrigues you more than any cheap chatter. They'll be constant, but in their own way. They'll make you feel seen, cared for, protected, without shouting it out. Until one day, without realizing how you got there, you're sitting across from them, looking at them as if they were your longtime best friend, and you know that they're just as scared as you are about this feelings. But they will stay with you right there, and a really beautiful realtionship will blossom <3. They are so sweet, honestly, its giving Edward Cullen in the best way possible, twilight might be important too.

₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟPile 2:

Hi pile 2! This energy is just so light, Pile 2, this person its so fun. It starts off easy. Chatting, laughter, support. You tell them your romantic dramas, they listen without judgment, and laughs when you say that no one's worth it anymore. You two may start out as friends, but they'll be thinking about you ALL THE TIME, believe me. And one day everythings changes, i feel like it will be so CLEAR for everyone that you two are in love, except for you two. Ayways, they give you a hug that lasts half a second longer than usual. They look at you as if they don't see you the same way anymore. And you feel it. But you get scared. Because if they were your friend, what do you do with this now? They start making comments they didn't say before. They take a little more interest in your personal life. They offer help without you asking. They listen to you as if you're the only thing that matters. And without saying it, they start showing up everywhere you are. Not out of necessity. Out of choice. Because they want to see you well (this oerson is honestly an angel pile 2, soo good for you). Because they're starting to like the way you laugh. The way you think. The way you live. When they finally decide to take the plunge, it won't be with a picture-perfect romantic declaration. It'll be something simple, almost casual, on an ordinary day. But you'll be ready. Because you've been wondering for a while. Because deep down you knew this wasn't "just friendship." And when you kiss for the first time, you feel that this is IT, that finally, someone truly knows you and still chooses you. That love doesn't have to hurt. That sometimes, they're right there next to you, making you laugh like it's nothing <3. This person is giving me Jim Halpert from the office vibes, you two can have a Jim-Pam kind of story, i honestly loved channel this so much, im wishing you two the best, send the weeding invitation pile 2!

₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟPile 3:

Hi pile 3! Oooh my dearest pile 3, this story starts just when you think it's over. When you say "I'm not looking for anything else" and the universe laughs in your face and sends you this person who appears as if you had manifested them by accident (you could have tho, i feel your manifestation skills are on point). Suddenly you're going about your life, relaxed, and boom: someone speaks to you with such fresh, joyful energy that you don't even realize you're already liking them in two seconds. And it's not that they're coming with a plan to win you over. They're just who they are. They make you laugh without even trying. They say lovely things to you without even realizing it. They look at you with a frightening honesty because there's no ulterior motive, just desire. A desire to get to know you. A desire to share. A desire to be with you. And you, who were comfortable in your bubble, start to open up without realizing it. This person pursues you with authenticity. They invite you to random things. They send you beautiful songs. They tell you what they think without a filter, and they don't hold anything back. They're the kind who writes "I like you" and isn't embarrassed to death. They tell you they miss you and mean it. They don't need to make a fuss to keep you interested. They just make you want to stay. And when you see them interact with life, with their friends, with their family, with you, you understand that they're not faking. That it's not a mask to fall in love. It's simply them. And that kind of truth, that kind of light, is what makes you trust again. And just like that, without looking for it, without planning it, without expecting it… you fall. And you say thank you. Because finally this person feels like exactly what you needed, when you most thought it no longer existed (btw im so sorry if you had bad romantic expiriences before, non of them were your fault and you deserve all the love in the world pilr 3, sending you my love <3). You will be glowing with this person pile 3, and they will worship the ground you walk in, LITERALLY.

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[aventurineswife]

Hello, my sweetheart!

Today’s request shall be: Sunday, Aventurine, Dan Heng—With a reader who likes to pretend they’re asleep in order to see how their partner reacts. Whether it’s in the morning to prolong their cuddles, or curious if they leave them be or “wake” them up. 🤭💙❕Bonus when the men know their partner is still awake and either teases them or plays along.

Soft Lies and Sleepy Smiles

Tags: Sunday x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Fluff, Domestic Moments, Playful Teasing, Established Relationships, Light Banter, Soft/Affectionate Moments, Subtle Intimacy.

Warnings: Mild suggestiveness, Mentions of past trauma (Implied for Sunday & Dan Heng, but not explored in depth), Minor physical contact (Soft touches, forehead flick, kisses), Aventurine being a smug menace (Because of course), Sunday’s quiet intensity (He’s poetic and a little too smooth for his own good), Dan Heng’s understated softness.

A/N: Hi lovely!! Thank you for this hehe, I hope you like it!! 🤭💙✨ Ignore any mistakes, I'm writing this at like 3:28 am 🧍‍♀️🙏😭

Tagslist: @themiddletenmasibling

The warmth of the Astral Express' quarters felt almost unreal—soft golden light filtering through the curtains, the gentle hum of the train beneath you, and Sunday’s slow, steady breaths beside you.

He was always an early riser, preferring quiet contemplation in the mornings. But today, as you lay curled against him, you decided to stay still, feigning sleep just to see what he’d do.

For a while, he didn’t move. His eyes remained on you, a silent observer as his fingers traced idle patterns against your arm. Then, barely above a whisper—

"You're awake, aren't you?"

You held your breath, keeping up the act.

A soft chuckle. The kind that barely touched the air but sent a shiver down your spine. His fingers grazed the edge of your jaw, the flutter of his wings betraying his amusement.

"It’s unlike you to be this still," he mused, voice like the quiet ripple of a dream. "But if you insist on pretending..."

He shifted, drawing you closer—enough for you to feel his breath against your temple. His halo gleamed faintly in the dim light, golden and unblinking, like an ever-watchful eye.

Then, just as you thought he’d let you continue the charade, Sunday whispered something against your ear, so soft it sent heat rushing to your cheeks.

"Would it be cruel to wake you with a kiss? Or shall I let you remain lost in your dreamscape?"

Your resolve wavered. The warmth of his lips barely ghosted over your cheek, and you couldn't help it—a tiny twitch of your mouth, a sharp inhale.

His hand, featherlight, cupped your cheek.

"Caught you," he murmured, voice laced with quiet victory.

You peeked open an eye, meeting his gentle yet knowing gaze. A smirk tugged at his lips.

"Next time, love, you’ll have to try a little harder."

Aventurine was warm. Unfairly so, draped lazily beside you in bed, the fur-lined edges of his overcoat tossed haphazardly over the chair nearby. The morning light slanted through the window, painting soft golds and deep greens across the room.

You, ever the curious one, decided to play a game.

Eyes closed, body perfectly relaxed—you stayed still, waiting to see how he’d react.

For a moment, there was silence. Then—

"Hah, what’s this? A little trick from my darling?"

His voice was honeyed, teasing. You felt the mattress dip as he shifted, his hand brushing ever so gently against your exposed shoulder.

"You’re terribly convincing, I’ll give you that."

There was a pause, and then—a sharp flick to your forehead.

Your body betrayed you. A reflexive twitch.

"Ah-ha! You flinched!" His laugh was rich with amusement. "Sorry, sweetheart, but you’ll have to bluff better than that."

You groaned, cracking an eye open. Aventurine grinned down at you, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"I’ll have to reward you for the effort, though. Tell me, love—should I make it up to you with breakfast, or perhaps…" He leaned in, his breath ghosting against your lips. "Something sweeter?"

You rolled your eyes, but your heart raced nonetheless.

"Cheat," you muttered.

"Always," he replied, pressing a playful kiss to your forehead.

The gentle rocking of the Astral Express made for the perfect excuse to stay in bed a little longer. Dan Heng, ever composed, lay beside you, his breaths steady and deep.

You decided to test him. Would he wake you? Leave you be? Perhaps... tease you?

You kept your breaths even, your face perfectly serene. A few minutes passed before you felt him stir.

Soft movements. The rustling of sheets.

Then, ever so carefully, you felt his fingers brush against yours—hesitant, barely there.

You almost smiled.

He knew.

Rather than calling you out, he played along. His hand shifted, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Then, a whisper, barely above the hum of the train.

"If you want more sleep, I’ll let you rest."

A pause. His fingertips ghosted over your knuckles, almost as if he was hesitant to let go.

"But I’d rather you stay with me a little longer."

Your resolve broke. Slowly, you opened your eyes, meeting his steady gaze. A small smile tugged at his lips—soft, barely there, but unmistakable.

"Good morning," he murmured.

And just like that, you melted.

[astroyosei]

［愛］bts lovesongs as ur next boyfriend~

　　　　　　　　tarot pick-a-card love prediction!!!

⊹₊ ⋆˙✩ °˖🫐 ⋆｡˚꩜ ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚. ₊ ˚ʚᗢ₊˚✧ﾟ.

⋅˚₊ ‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ . ₊ ⊹ . ₊˖ . ₊ 🩰⋆｡˚

✨ safe for minors, non-sexual, fluffy, long + detailed✨

✦　cd-s are numbered from left to right! 1-2-3

✦　don' t know how to choose? stare at a white part of ur screen and choose the cd u feel the most pulled to!

readings coming under!! ready?

💮 CD 1, your...

song is rain by bts! (i love it sm!!!)

✶ wanna listen?

✶ tarot cards are 8 of cups, the hierophant, queen of swords reversed, page of swords reversed, ace of cups🥺

★ scenarios are scared of falling in love in the beginning, trust issues, was heartbroken before, museum dates, making pancakes for breakfast together, appearing in each other's dreams, buying plants together, loving animals, going to pet shops & zoo dates, watching together / sending each other cute animal rescue videos, and talking / dreaming of doing it urselves (but ending up no?), reallyyy long phone calls, physical affection love language!!!, back hugs!!, eyelid & forehead kisses!!, buying or even making matching keyrings / shirts, getting creative together, selling ur own things on etsy? (if really, y'all are so cool thanks for stopping by!!!🥺 you're so appreciated), one partner loving that the other is soo creative and being proud of them, making ocs, fantasy world (books, movies, series), painters / painting, fanfiction writers, cringing but still singing loudly to karaoke, loving k-pop not 'just' bts (heard stray kids, ateez, aespa, ive & monsta x), loving cats, enjoying dark choco together, "we'll have our own home together", going to theater & cinema dates, wanting to introduce each other to ur parents in an instant (or just the one of you? and the other is afraid? no fear, they'll lob u!♡♡♡), someone getting red paper- wrapped chocolate hearts as a present, cleaning glasses (i think both of you wearing glasses), listening to thai pop / love songs

+✶; bonus special message kind, someone is afraid here what their partner gonna say when they get to know about those fics - they'll love it that you're so creative and khm. Since i wanted a cute fluffy reading that's also suitable for minors not gonna say more but they'll love it and getting ideas from them khm khm

★ randoms things are "baby", worm to butterfly transformation symbolism, tulips, little chickens (chicks?), cute snails, butterflies & bunnies, birds chirping, wanting to be good enough / enough alll the time (you are, even if you're not even trying:) no worries love♡), being a maximalist, astrology / astronomy, starry nights, alice in wonderland

✶ emojis are 🏡, 👉👈, 🌷, 💐, 🌼, 🐦‍⬛, 🐦, 😺, 😻, 🪐, ☄️, ✨

+✶; i felt y'all are shy and all giggling, that's your general energy when you're happy, this will be your energy when you'll be getting into this relationship or just when you read this pac? but either way u glowing girl, happy if you liked! gimme like n reblog i wanna be happy too🥺

🪷 CD 2, your...

song is love maze by bts!

✶ wanna listen?

✶ tarot cards are hermit, 4 of wands reversed, 10 of swords reversed, page of pentacles, ace of pentacles

★ scenarios are going to game centers together, late night walks with a light breeze, going shopping together (clothes), both(?) of you interested in fashion and trends, night drives, night dates, looking at the moon together, taking photos of each other, giving confidence and reassurement to each other (hyping each other up), going to empty playgrounds together and swinging, talking about home / parents troubles with each other, trauma bonding, helping each other, talking about your troubles + childhood to each other and crying together, "everytime i try to be myself, it comes out wrong like a cry for help" (heart attack by demi lovato), buying crystals/ minerals together / each other, pet walks (a little, grumpy but curious doggo?), an annoying younger sibling who dislikes u 2 together lol interfering:D, croissant + whipped cream + blueberries for breakfast / after school snack, a summer birthday party, getting nostalgic and tearing up, sharing ur own comfort movies / videos with each other & watching it together, getting (matching) stickers on ur phonecases / camera, apples, cherries, pineapple, kiwi (fruit salad?), someone dislikes cooking?, going to the christmas market, lights, buying lights / a neon sign / a lamp together, loving cats♡

✶ randoms things are starry eyes, owls, turtle symbolism, virgo, scorpio, 333, 555, 777, 7777, 1111, muffins, diamonds or rhinestones (on rings?), rings, long pointy glittery pastel / neon pink nails, red & white striped candy canes, red white royal blue, twilight saga / vampires, narnia chronicles - ik it was a lot oopsie -🐛

— emojis are 🕊️, 💅, 🌌, 🌠, 🌕, ☄️, 🏔️, ❄️, 🌪️, 🗝️, 🫂, 🗺️, 🪬

🌸 CD 3, your...

song is boy with luv by bts!

✶ wanna listen?

✶ tarot cards are lovers, fool reversed, 10 of pentacles reversed, 2 of cups, 7 of cups reversed

★ scenarios are getting shy holding ur hand in the beginning, plenty of laughter, dreaming of wedding & a future together, someone buying red roses, going to candy shop & bakery together, buying baked goods together like cocoa swirl, jam- and cocoa-filled bagel & buns, colourful (flower) claws in ur hair, making different hairstyles (for each other?), braided hair, braiding hair, etsy shopping dates, buying colourful & matching resin rings, sending songs, playlists, poems & memes to each other, "this reminded me of you", "you came to my mind when i heard / saw this", dedicating playlists to each other, emotional intimacy, emotional intelligence, intimancy of being understood, being cherished and supported, getting emotional over gifts, gift giving as a love language, reading poems, romance - dark fantasy books (is it called romantasy now? but i don't like the sound of it sorry), lgbtq+ books, watching anime together, pastel colours (i saw pink first! but all pastels), taking walks together♡, dancing, doing karaoke, going cinema dates, watching firework together and kissing, partying all night (wooo have fun but be careful! - your mom - not but really lol), one direction - best song ever, live while we're young, little things, perfect, "wanna live while we're young", i can feel this one direction thing is gonna divide people so hard lol, so if stg don't resonates with all of you who choose this pac just let it go:)~

★ random things are crescent moon, fireflies, bridges, rainbows, sunshine, anime series (i saw pink colours, pink hair with my mind's eye but i don't know anything about animes so i couldn't associate with anything sorry, hope you can!), red string bracelet / red string of fate!, a sparkling little tiara (princess treatment decoded?;) ), huge fresh pink lilies, apples, pears, fairies, folk tales

✶ emojis are 🎆, 🎇, 💍, 🔐, 🖇️, 🏆, 🥇, 🏹, ❤️, 🎯, 🩰, 👑, 🎀

--end of the readings--

✨if u liked ur reading – like, reblog and comment pls!!!🌙✨

𝖞𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌; i always have fun doing my readings (check out the previous ones here if you'd like here!), but this is my fav i think? like it just came out so naturally, also cute, warm and fuzzy in my opinion🩷

also, most of the time i prefer making my readings in my native language over english, so this is actually the first reading i post in english ! 🥺👉👈 — i had my fears abt it but i think it went well what do you think?:$

𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙;

just for entertainment purposes 🌷 nothing is set in stone, you make your own decisions in ur life 🌷 i'm not responsible for the actions you make based on this reading 🌷 if stg doesn't resonate with you in the reading, please don't start arguing 🌷 it's meant for a different person who choose the same pile as you

𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖘;

✦　silver gif divider is from @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

✦　silver stars divider is from @saradika-graphics

✦　'continue reading' sign is from @anitalenia

✦　delicate silver chain divider is from @anitalenia as well

✦　cd pics are from pinterest

thank you for your works!♡♡♡

𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖚𝖘;

wanna meet ur reader?? yes or no?? if yes then

[lassieposting]

Been thinking a lot lately about romanced Astarion post-spawn ending.

Because like. The Funnest™ thing about cptsd is how much of it gets delayed. When you're trapped in a lengthy, ongoing traumatic situation, you do not have the ability to process and start healing your mental wounds. Your brain and body go into survival mode, and all that matters in the moment is that you somehow cope with the horrors. He wouldn't have been able to even begin dealing with the physical, mental and emotional toll of two hundred years of torture, brutalization and dehumanization while he was under Cazador's control; he is in constant danger, surrounded by sharks in the water, and survival means not letting them smell blood. He can't afford to fall apart, to show weakness. He is shockingly functional and competent in-game, partly because he has to be to work as a game character, but also partly because...it do be like that, to some degree. When death, for whatever reason, is not an option, you just have to shut down and keep going. People adapt in order to survive, and when we learn that showing an "injury" (physical or psychological) only gets us punished, we learn to hide it.

Early-game Astarion is terrified - of Cazador, of Godey, of being hunted down by his siblings, of being staked or sold off at the first opportunity by Tav and the other companions, of turning into a mindflayer, of another painful transformation, of losing himself when he's only just regained his autonomy after two centuries, of what Cazador will do to him if he ever finds him - the man is overwhelmed by fear. He's on thin ice as a vampire, and he's not going to give them any more reason to want him gone. Survival instinct is still in control, and in this new situation, crafting some fragile safety for himself means not only selling his body for protection, but also being useful. Clear-headed. Good in a fight.

Endgame Astarion finds himself in a completely different situation. The time-sensitive overarching threats - Cazador and impending ceremorphosis - have been dealt with. He has a loving, supportive partner he's really starting to feel safe with - Tav/Durge has proved that they're on his side, that their affection is genuine, that they don't just want him for the one thing he's been told he's good for. They've told him they're going to help him find a workaround for his sun allergy. He's getting fed regularly. He has time to stop, and breathe, and just. Recuperate.

For the first time in 200 years, he is safe.

And it will probably take a while to catch up, during which time he will seem to be coping really well, but at some point, his brain is going to realise that he's safe, and it's going to finally start processing the sheer fucking horror he's been through. Since I haven't seen anyone talking about this particular fun aspect of cptsd, allow me to offer u some thoughts on issues Astarion and Tav might end up dealing with in the months/years postgame, during the

✨ Delayed Trauma Response ✨

Memory Gaps: Astarion realising, as he opens up to Tav, that there are entire years or decades of his life from which he has only a handful of memories. Great big blank stretches where he has no idea where he was, who he was with, what was happening to him. Some of the gaps cover years at a time where he was so dissociated and shut down that he just didn't retain any memories of what was going on around him. Some are shorter periods of particularly horrific torture that his brain has deliberately blocked out to protect him.

Recovered Memories: At some point, years into the future when he's done A Lot of healing, he might find that every now and then, a fragment of those lost memories will unexpectedly come back to him. He'll catch a particular scent on the breeze, or overhear a specific phrase in the street, or cross paths with someone whose face is oddly familiar, and he'll get a glimpse of an acute horror he'd filed neatly away where it couldn't hurt him anymore. He very rarely remembers all the context to those flashes of his past. He might recall that he was punished, but not what he was punished for, or he might remember words spoken by a greedy conquest, but be unable to recall the man's face.

Dissociation: Tav knows going into this relationship that Astarion has basically made an art out of dissociating during sex. They also know, from their shared encounter with the drow twins, that he's not great at enforcing his own boundaries - he'll always say he'll speak up and back out if he stops having fun, but in practice he rarely does; he's not used to having the option of saying no to his partner, and being punished if he tries. So they know there's going to be some practice and experimentation and negotiation necessary there, to figure out the rough limits of his comfort zone. But once he starts really processing, there may be days where he just checks out completely. Tav will touch his shoulder, and he'll startle and apologise - "Terribly sorry, darling, I was miles away for a moment there." And Tav will gently point out that he's been sat in the same spot vacantly staring into the middle distance for hours. They've been checking in on him occasionally and this is the first time he's responded. It's unsettling, to say the least.

Lost Time: Astarion was very young when he was turned, physically mature but emotionally juvenile. He was basically an overgrown teenager, in the phase of life where elves are just starting to learn who they are and what they want, and figure out their place in the world. But he never got to do that, because he spent his formative young adult years in a world where everyone became an abuser, where his only means of surviving was to smile and charm and obey while even his basic human dignity was stripped away. He learned that communication is based on manipulation. He learned that the powerful can do whatever they like to the weak. He learned an incredibly toxic, abusive way of life, and that was his family dynamic, his everyday life, for as long as he can remember. Now that he's free and safe, he's realising that the world doesn't actually work that way and that he's now far behind even shorter-lived races in social/emotional development. He's grieving for the person he could've been. He's grieving for the life he could've lived. He's grieving for all the years he already lost, and the ones he'll lose in the future as he flounders to catch up. A decent chunk of his life was stolen from him, and that's time he will never get back.

Flashbacks & Night Terrors: Specifically the kind where your brain convinces you that an injury you had a long time ago is actually an injury you have (or are receiving) right now. There are nights where he'll wake Tav in a panic, because his back feels like it's on fire, he can feel every freshly-carved wound dripping blood and he's in so much pain he doesn't know what else to do. If Tav looks, they see nothing out of the ordinary - old, long-healed scars, same as always. But the pain and the fear and the distress are all very real to him, and all they can do is try to comfort him, cover his back with cool damp cloths or healing salves, remind him he's safe now and they're not leaving him.

Boundary Shifting: Sometimes, Tav can come up and hug him from behind, and he'll melt into them a little bit and go all soft and happy. Other times, he might flinch away or go rigid at the same gesture. A lot of the time, it really depends on how he's feeling on the day, but at least a little bit of it is deliberate - he's pushing to find the limit of just how much autonomy Tav is willing to give him. He wants to know at what point they'll stop respecting his "no". Will they accept it if he doesn't want a hug? If he wants to sleep in his own room tonight? At what point will understanding turn to anger at being rejected? From the drow twins four/fivesome, we also know he's got a tendency to push his own boundaries, and jump into things he's actually not ready for, and Tav would be the one holding his hand through the fallout as he tries to figure out what his own boundaries even are.

Frustration! So, so much frustration. He wants to be Over It already. He wants to move past everything that ever happened to him and never think about it again. He hates that Cazador still has a grip on him, even in death - he doesn't want to give the bastard the satisfaction of dwelling on all his punishments, his cruelties. Sometimes, that frustration is going to explode outwards at Tav - he'll get angry at them for coddling him, or find something small to start a fight over, or he'll set an unreasonable boundary and try to defend it because he's still learning what healthy boundaries look like. Sometimes, it will implode inwards, and that won't be about Tav at all, but they'll get the brunt of it all the same - it might come out as self-loathing or self-punishment, and he'll react by doing something stupid, like trying to drive them away, because having a secure, relatively healthy relationship is terrifying and the instinct is to destroy it before Tav can. There will be yelling and angry tears and deeply unhealthy coping mechanisms, and they'd have to work through that. Trauma is ugly, and Astarion is right at the beginning of a very long journey towards healing.

Abandonment Issues: Astarion wants the relationship to be one between equals, but he's kind of got Tav on a pedestal all the same. They saved him. They helped him get rid of Cazador for good. They chose him and love him despite a wealth of better (in his eyes) options, and all his baggage. They stayed with him even when he has very little to offer them. We know his vanity and obnoxious self-absorption is a fragile attempt to obscure the fact that his self-esteem is in the dirt and he has virtually no self-worth, and there are a couple of occasions in-game where it becomes clear that he's afraid of losing the one person who somehow considers him lovable. After seeing Sebastian and all the other conquests, he begs Tav not to hate him, saying that he did what he had to. If he has a rival for Tav's affections, and Tav informs him that they broke up with the rival to be with Astarion, he's shocked and the first thing out of his mouth is, "You ended things with them for me? Why?" And if Durge tries to break up with him for his own safety, his facade drops and he immediately asks if he did something wrong. So while he's not afraid to argue with Tav, if something happens - like an angry outburst - that upsets or angers them, and he thinks he's at risk of losing that one steady, stable person in his life, he might well cling and overcompensate to try and repair what he thinks is a fracture in their relationship. He'll fawn or beg or crawl into Tav's bed to "apologise" and "make it up to them" because, well, very occasionally it worked on Cazador. With patience and good communication and lots of repeatedly driving the lesson home to overcome 200 years of education to the contrary, he will eventually start to believe that "I'm really pissed off at you right now," does not equate to, "You are the worst mistake I've ever made and I am leaving you."

Panic Attacks: I feel like honestly he'd get some symptoms of these on a fairly regular basis, but he's never been given any option other than just trying to power through them. He's used to realising he's shaking, he's used to feeling like he's watching himself from outside his body, or like he can't breathe even though he doesn't need to. He's very familiar with the sickening fear in his gut, so intense it makes his head spin. He's not used to being comforted or reassured about them - he thinks they're normal. Tav disagrees.

Anyway, cptsd is messy and complicated and often looks very different from person to person so these will not represent everyone's but these are just some ideas for what the ongoing recovery process might make them work through, based on the aspects I'm most familiar with.

Projecting? Who's projecting? I'm not projecting. Shut up.

[huellitaa]

𓏲˳˚⊹ 🧸 become obsessed with yourself.

you are stupid. i said it. there. you are stupid.

let me get this straight. you are out here listening to these people who make you insecure. you are listening and actually giving a shit about people who put you down, make you feel unworthy, inferior, less of the absolute goddess that you are. you people please, you go above and beyond to help people & change yourself for people who would never do the same and for what. for people to like you? honey nobodys gonna like you. you dont even like yourself.

listen ml you need to get your priorities straight. sit down for a sec. like. just sit and genuinely ask yourself "what do i get out of this? how does this serve me?". go on, ask yourself. all these people who constantly think theyre better than you, that they can walk all over you, the ones that dont care a bit for you with their actions even if their words say otherwise, all these habits that only make you feel more low, more insecure, and dont align with where you wanna go in any way, shape or form. honey how in the hell does any of this serve you ???😭😭

i am sick to death of seeing the word selfish everywhere the moment somebody steps up and is brave enough to try and better themselves. the amount of times ive gotten "youre so selfish" or "youve changed" or "you werent like this before" jst because i got out of the most severe depression of my life where i came close to being unalive so many times is riDICULOUS and just shows how normalised insecurity and people pleasing is nowadays.

you see, people are always trying to follow the trend, follow the leader, follow everyone else nowadays. nobody actually honours what they want & that is a reflection of their own insecurity and traumas and emotions they are too scared to face. do you really want that for yourself? youve got such big dreams, such big potential, but what on earth do you do to fulfill them?

i dont think you realise just how limitless you actually are. you can do anything. we are all born the same. its only those with the courage to get up and try who will reach what they want and achieve greater things.

GET OBSESSED WITH YOURSELF. i am so DRAINED and TIRED of caring about what people think. i like something? im gonna do it. i dont care. fuck people pleasing. what are they gonna do when youre rich and famous and successful and thriving? YOU ARE THE ONLY VALIDATION YOU NEED. life is so much easier when you genuinely could not care less, like you just dont give a single shit. you are the only person who knows you inside out and will be there with you 24/7 365. it infuriates me how self hatred is so normalised nowadays. like what the actual fuck, why would you wanna spend your entire life hating the only person whos gonna be with you every second without fail, when you are perfectly capable of reversing that???? its ridiculous.

get up. get obsessed with yourself. the only validation you should be chasing is your own. pull yourself together girl. this is ridiculous. you are so much more than this. start acting like it. be ur own biggest fan. be ur own bestest friend. everything you need is already within you. u got this. 💕

all my love 💓✨💗💘🎀💖

[motziedapul]

@hinaypod has been shadowbanned for unknown reasons - either bad actors, or an auto flag, or because we post links as part of our podcast promotion. Or perhaps the Palestine posts, who knows.

Either way, while we wait for Tumblr to respond to our ticket, it's the perfect time to tell everyone to follow the @ above if you want to follow a Magnus Archives inspired, Rusty Quill Network official podcast about a Filipina immigrant dealing with supernatural threats in Toronto caused by cursed objects and immortal rich occultists from the 1920s who fuel their magic off violent death.

It's about how supernatural horror will never trump the horrors of real life fascism, and about how love, especially queer love, can change the very fabric of reality.

The protagonist is a 5 foot tall cheerful, warm and sunny Filipina woman with magic powers and personal trauma that's ten times worse than your average grumpy podcast man. The main villain is a faceless, nameless, powerful immortal threat in a fine suit, only known as The Benefactor.

It's got that delicious, TMA inspired analog sound (from phone calls and tape recordings) and spooky standalone stories mixed with an overarching plot that a lot of our listeners have made murder boards and spreadsheets for 👀 Theory crafting is popular in this fandom. Some episodes are so scary that people can't listen to them in the dark, but others have described it as their comfort podcast. We have more sound effects and music than base TMA; it adds to the horror, but we also like to include old jazz and classical music depending on the moment and character.

It's female led with a BIPOC majority main cast, and it's so overwhelmingly queer that we have a token cishet couple (an immortal Instagram influencer and her drippy bloody monster husband who crawls on the walls).

The protagonists are queer, the villains are queer, and we've got love stories both wholesome and toxic, happy and tragic. Old men in love, young men in love, young and old men and women in love, women in love in the 1920s, women in love in the 1940s, men who love women then men, women who love women than men, gay betrayals, lesbian tragedies, trans seductions of 150 year old former villains, NB romances in-between taking over the world.... Romantic surgeries and beheadings...

And milk tea 🧋

We're not the kind of podcast that'll ever get as huge as The Magnus Archives, but that's not really what we're aiming for. We're just aiming to reach people who would resonate with our message and love Hi Nay as much as we do!

So give us a follow and a listen! You can find us on Rusty Quill (they approached us, not the other way around 😉✨) and on almost all the major socials, and of course, wherever you listen to podcasts.

[probablyintensemuses]

Dating Armando Aretas Would Include:

Grumpy x Sunshine Edition

🎧- Enchanted: Taylor Swift

pairing: Armando Aretas x black fem! reader

themes: grumpy x sunshine w/drabble

warnings: mentions of trauma & abuse, strong language, and a bit of gore.

authors note: I saw Bad Boys 4 again last night and it’s really refueled my Armando obsession, so more headcannons, drabbles, and fics on the way.

✨First Encounters✨

You and Armando meet in the worst of circumstances.

He, his father, and Marcus were on the run as wanted men, and you were the first person Mike thought to turn to after the attack at Tabatha’s.

Which he wasn’t wrong, you’d give your left kidney to Mike he’s saved you so many times.

You had let them into your small apartment, offering them clothes, food, and shelter until they could get in touch with the rest of the Ammo team and sort this shit out.

Armando had taken an interest to you then. Your house was warm and cozy, lived in. A small, plush couch, next to a coffee table littered with medical books. A kitchen stacked with teas and espressos , a dresser with vintage vinyls and a record player beside it. This was the kind of house he’d like to live in if he lead a different life.

You remember walking over to him, a picture of your parents and you when you were young in his hands.

“Those are my parents,’ you say. “I was ten then.”

Armando’s gruff exterior takes over though, and he doesn’t give you as much as a word back, let alone a thank you for feeding and housing literal fugitives.

You figured it was just him though and let it roll off you back like water.

You all got some sleep and the next day Mike asks you to drive them out to Dorn’s house on the dock. You agree and begin to load up the truck with guns, water, food, and extra clothes for the drive.

This is when Armando starts to question who you are and the legitimacy of your actions. Last person Mike trusted fucked them over, and he wasn’t having that shit again.

So he pulls his father aside and confronts him on the situation: you.

“How can we trust her?” Armando says, not far out of earshot of you.

“She’s good for it, trust me.”

“Didn’t you say that the last time and we got sold out. Don’t forget there is fucking five million dollar bounty on our heads. We can’t trust no one!” He whisper-shouted.

Mikes shoulders dropped. “I saved her life when she was younger, and I used to work with her parents. Trust me, she’s not going to pull a fast one. Because if she was, she would have done it already.”

Armando looked over at you, you’re dressed in a tank top, and that’s when he notices the cuts and burns littering your left arm. He sucks in a deep breath eyeing Mike who looks at you with sympathy too. There’s a story there, he’ll piece it together later, but for now he guesses you’re his only hope of getting out alive.

✨Post-fallout ✨

After you didn’t screw them over, and got them safety to Dorn’s, Armando found himself limping towards your apartment, blood trailing behind his feet.

Mike had sent him, and for some reason, at that moment, your place felt like exactly what he needed.

With the last of his energy, he banged on your door. Shortly, you answered and immediately went into panic mode.

The moment you let him inside, Armando crashes to the floor, passing out.

You screech and get every first aide equipment you have on hand and begin to bandage him up and stop the bleeding.

It took two bloody, sweaty hours, but you eventually got him all closed up.

Armando woke the next morning in a bed he didn’t recognize. This sent him into a frenzy. He went to shoot up out of the bed, but the soreness of his injuries knocked him back down.

“Fuck,” he moaned, grabbing at his torso.

From the living room, you turn down your headphones at the sound of movement. Armando must be awake.

Two days of rest, not bad.

You move towards the microwave and reheat the breakfast you had made him, pour some orange juice, and bring a whole heck of a lot of water and pain-pills.

Tray in hand, you kick open the door and slip inside your bedroom.

“Good morning.” You smile, setting the tray on the bed by his side. “How do you feel?”

“What the fuck did you put in this.” Armando asks, eyeing the food.

“Eggs, bacon, and toast.” You snicker.

Armando lifts a piece of toast, taking a bite. “If I die from this, I’ll kill you.”

“Noted, Sarg.” You salute.

You watch Armando eat his food with a smile on your face.

Eventually he looks up at you scowling. “Why are you staring at me.”

You shrug. “I’m just happy you’re okay.” You say truthfully.

“Well,’ Armando takes a swig of water, downing the pills. “Go be happy somewhere else.”

Your shoulders drop and you let out a sigh, you knew Armando was tough, but geez, you practically saved his life. Would it kill him to be a little nice?

But still you smile when you say, “okay, well if you need me, I’ll be out in the living room studying. Feel free to roam around, I don’t mind.”

It was a couple hours before Armando had come out of your room, limping over to the kitchen and rummaging through your fridge.

“I’m making dinner right now,’ you say, pausing your television show. “It’s a roast with veggies.”

“I want a beer.” He grumbles.

“Well I don’t have beer, but I do have wine.” You say, pointing to you collection of reds and whites.

“ I don’t want wine.”

“Okay, so what do you want me to do?”

Armando comes over to you, cornering you into the tiny space between your sink and the counter. “Get me a beer.”

“Let’s start over,’ you stick out your hand for a shake. “I think we’re at a misunderstanding of our situation.”

Armando frowns at your response, grumbling Spanish curses under his breath and walking away, slamming your door like a toddler.

The roast was done, and eventually you got Armando to come and have dinner with you…kind of.

He sat on the couch and watched the news, for updates on the status for his search, and you sat at the table, contemplating what to do with him next.

✨Enemies, Friends, Roomates✨

Mike had told you harboring Armando would only be for a short while until he could figure something out with the D.A’s office….that was three months ago.

Eventually you got your bed back, Armando taking the couch, but not your sanity.

Living with Armando wasn’t easy. He was brash, stand-offish, stubborn, and mean.

You did everything to try and form some kind of bond with him, even buying him gym equipment offline, but it just never clicked for him.

Not until one night when you’re studying late for an exam and happen to fall asleep at the kitchen table, books all around you.

That’s when you fall into a nightmare. The man who ruined your life the star of the show, again.

It always starts the same. You and your parents living happily at the park. Your parents watch you as you swing higher and higher, giggles filling the air. Then a man appears at the edge of the park, beckoning your parents over. You scream and shout for them but they never turn back, they keep going to the man. And when he has your parents in his grip, he brandishes a knife, slicing them open.

You let out a blood curling scream, slamming awake and falling to the group. Sweat sticks your curls to your face as you cry and gasp for breath.

Armando’s up in a second, swarming you.

“Estás bien?’ He pats you down, checking you out. “What’s happened to you?”

You can’t do anything but cry. The man who’s ruined your life, he’ll never leave you…he made sure of that in many ways. His latching to you is so deep that you can’t even escape him when you sleep.

You finally are able to get some words out, tell Armando, “I had a nightmare. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,’ he helps you stand. “Maybe you should get some sleep in your bed.”

You’re shocked by his response, but you’re even more shocked by the way he helps you to your room.

“What are you doing?” You asks, confused.

“You just flew out your chair from a nightmare, what do you mean what am I doing? I’m helping you.”

“Yeah, I get that…but you never help me.”

Armando sighs, holding his hands at his hips. “You gonna tell me what it was about, or should I leave.”

You sigh. “When I was younger, my parents worked for the Miami Police Department. They were detectives and before I was born they ended up helping catch this serial killer. His name was Gunter Bennett but the media called him “The Gutter” because that’s how he killed. Years later, somehow he escaped prison. That’s when he came for my parents. He killed them in the middle of the night.’ You take an uneasy breath, finding birth relief and shock when Armando’s hand slips into yours. “And I was sure he was going to kill me too, but he didn’t…he did worse. He kidnapped me and kept me at some shithole for three years. Three.”

You rile up your sleeves and show all your burns and cuts. Armando remembers them from the first day he met you.

“It’s how I got these. That sadistic bastard,’ you cry. “He tortured me.”

Armando feels something in him snap hearing your story and seeing the ways it’s effected you, even now. He knows what it’s like to be harmed and loose the people closest to you.

So he shocks even himself with what does next, scooping you up like a wounded bird and nuzzling under the blankets with you.

You whimper and sniffle in his arms and he just hushes you, stroking your curls.

“It’s going to be alright, niña bonita, he’s gone now.”

Slowly, the exhaustion of work, school, and your tears overcome you and you both drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

✨My Lover✨

Armando was jealous.

You two had just spent the day out shopping, laughing and talking. Hell, you two live together! And yet you’re grinding on another man at the bar?!

The glass in Armando’s hand shakes and chips as he squeezes it further.

“Relax, muscle milk. You’ll break the glass.” Marcus says.

Armando scowls at him.

“I’m just saying, if you love her, tell her.” Marcus shrugs, walking away.

Armando scoffs. Love? Yeah right.

Did he feel close to you, yes.

Want to spend every breathing moment with you, yes.

Touch himself in the shower thinking about you, yes .

Oh fuck…he did love you.

Fuck! He loved you and you’re grinding another man!

Armando pushed out of his chair, it clattering to the ground in his wake.

He stalked over to you, grabbing your wrist and putting room between you and the man you danced on.

“ ‘Mando, what are you doing?” You stumble, clearly drunk.

“Let’s go.” He grabs you, chest heaving.

“Hey, wait!” You swat at him as he drags you through the bar and out the exit. “Why would you do that?” You whine.

“Because you’re drunk.” He rolls his eyes, slinging his leather jacket over your naked shoulders.

“I’m not!’ You whine, stumbling, luckily Armando catches you with ease. “I am.”

“You are. Let’s go.” He says, slinging you and carrying you bridal shower.

“Ah,’ you say, wrapping your arms around Armando’s neck and snuggling into him. “My knight in shining armor always takes such good care of me.’ You lean over, smacking his butt with a giggle.

“Shut up.” Armando says, resisting the urge to crack a smile.

Home, Armando tucks you into bed. He’s just about to walk away when you snatch his wrist, pulling him on top of you.

“Let’s play a game,” you whisper.

Armando rolls his eyes. “What kind of game?”

“Truth for truth. I tell you a truth and you do the same. “I’ll start.” You giggle.

“Tonight went exactly how I planned.”

Armando pulls back. “What do you mean by that?”

You shake your head and pout. “Uh uh. You’re turn.”

Armando sighs. “I don’t actually find you that annoying…anymore.”

“Ah, I knew it!” You laugh.

“Knew what?”

“Game over.’ You slump and snore, pretending to sleep.

“Stop it, you knew what?” Armando lifts you.

You bop his nose. “I knew that you loved me.”

Armando’s eyes get big. “What?”

“Me and kelly paid that guy to dance with me. We knew you’d get mad and that was all the proof I needed.”

“You’re a dick.” He starts to walk away, but you grab him by his belt loop.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” You pull him back. “But you don’t have to be shy.” You hiccup.

Armando grumbles, nuzzling his face into your stomach. “And why’s that?”

You lift his head, angling it to face you. “Because I love you too.” You lean forward, placing a firm kiss onto his plump lips.

Armando reciprocates, opening his mouth turning the kiss fierce and hot. He climbs on top of you, mumbling against your lips. “And I thought you were supposed to be the nice one.”

You giggle. “Feels good to be bad for a change.”