His sister bought him the clock!! For his birthday!! ; ; They tried to play a little game of it, "In a sham of a seance..."

Leo Amicus: "Has it all been a dream? Am I waking up for the first time? Am I still with my family? Am I not crumbling yet? It just isn't fair...Not just, not me--any of it. To anybody. It's just not fair. I can hear the sounds so much--it's so much louder now. I can hear it over everything. I can see it again. The machine. I remember her face. I remember too much. When did I start crumbling? When do you start growing and stop crumbling? I--I don't trust myself. And...it could be worse. I'll put that on my tombstone at that point."

Thinking about...how the through-line of all these little threads is every character agonizing over family. Malcolm wondering, "Was my family involved?" Edgar grappling with how much it hurts that he saved someone in Candela, "someone who wasn't my family," instead of finally chasing down the one lead on his sister he's had in years. Grimoria fearing what will happen the day she feels a spirit and it's her own family's. Leo wishing he could turn back time and forget that clock and just have his sister back--

The way Taliesin describes Leo's trauma as, "I can hear the sounds so much--it's so much louder now. I can hear it over everything." The way it so heartbreakingly parallels his description of love as, "And it makes the sound of whatever happened to you before quiet. At least for a moment--"

Bird lady Lenore head cannons

Lenore does falconry.

She has a red-tailed hawk named Edgar.

Lenore works at a non profit bird sanctuary that rehabilitates wild birds and also takes care of birds that can't be released in to the wild.

this all started after on of the crows she befriended (oh, yeah she befriended the naborhood crows) lead her to a crow with a broken wing. She called up the local bird sanctuary to get the bird rehabilitated. But the break was bad, and while the bird could eventually fly again, it was never able to do so for long distances, so it would have to be kept in captivity. Lenore asked if she could adopt the Crow, and while the sanctuary does adopt out the domestic birds, this one was wild, but seeing as though she already had the necessary permits (due to falconry) they aloud her to keep it. She ended up working with them shortly after.

She named the crow Quoth.

Quoth comes with her to work cause ravens are social creatures so getting to interact with other birds is good for him.

The wild Crows she befriended come to visit Quoth sometimes

Quoth was skeptical of Annabel at first, though once he saw how close she and Lenore were, he was like "okay this lady is family now." He's very protective of Annabel now.

People always assume Quoth is a raven cause of his name, so Lenore has to constantly tell people about the differences between crows and ravens. The main one being that crows are more city birds, and ravens are found more in the country.

Quoth fucking hates Montresor.

Annabel eventually developed an appreciation for birds as well. Classic, my partner likes this so I will learn about it to make them happy, sorta thing.

Lenore and Annabel go on bird watching dates.

Annabel really enjoys watching Lenore do falconry stuff.

Lenore taught Quoth to say words. His favorite word is nevermore.

Lenore can identify a bird on sight.

Her favorite type of bird are corvids.

Lenore absolutely spoils her birds. Like she has an antire room in the house for her birds

She ended up adopting another bird, as Quoth needed a friend and Hawks aren't social.

@incorrect-nevermore

Seriously, how are those FBI agents doing in that Baltimore hotel for the David Wesninski AU? They signed up for none of this, yet here they are, dealing with the craziest family drama any of them have ever witnessed. Honestly, their faces when it gets confirmed that Wymack is the identical twin of this serial killer must be priceless

The first thing you need to understand about fbi ops is, you don't just write those up on a whim. Theres investigations and plans and preparations. They were prepared for the Hatfords to push the agreed boundaries and kill against orders. That's why they were contacted in the first place. They were prepared for the cleanup, and the inquiries, and to throw the Hatfords under the bus as an excuse to begin what was sure to be a years-long investigation into Nathan Wesninski's network.

The second thing you need to understand about law enforcement operations is that you're either going shit shit shit shit shit when things are going according to plan and fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck when they aren't.

So, on the whole? It was a shitty night. The whole thing got pushed back by like two hours because of an alleged break in, and then by three more hours after a fight with op command on how much can they look over the police's shoulder without tipping their hand. And then it all goes down, and there's corpses everywhere, and it's all gone to shit...

And then Junior is on the front lawn.

Which, first of all, how are you not dead? Rhetorical question, clearly Nathan tried. Second, no seriously, how are you not dead. The fuck you mean it's a secret bitch I will [redacted]-

But it's fine. It's fine. Actually, hold on, this is great. They get to skip years of investigation all it costs is some witness protection. The kid seems like a real shithead but once they get him talking...

And then Towns says "We gotta talk about his team."

Oh right, them. "Once they calm down we'll give them a basic rundown of what's happening and send them home. Considering what they said so far it doesn't sound like they know much."

But Towns shakes his head. "You don't know who they are, do you?" Browning raises a brow. "Palmetto State Foxes?" Nope. "Edgar Allen. The ravens." Nope. "Kevin Day?"

That does sound familiar, but Browning knows he doesn't get the points for that. "Sure, one of the other players, no?" He never cared for exy, personally, and while he gets that people get excited about college sports he's always believed in some healthy iconoclasm. He shakes his head.

Towns grumbles. Then out of nowhere, he says, "Call Suzie."

"What?"

"Call her. Right now. Put her on speaker."

She should be at lunch, so Browning obliges, but he really doesn't see what his teenage daughter has to do with...

Click. Suzie's high, confident voice. "Daddy?"

"Hey Suzie, it's Freddie, your dad's pal from work," Towns says.

"Oh. Um. Hey?" Suzie sounds nervous suddenly. "Is my dad okay?"

They both suddenly realize what this call must look like, especially after Browning hadn't come home last night, and they both rush to reassure her that he's fine. "We've just had a long night," he reassures her. "No, I'm just calling because...hey Freddie, why am I calling?"

It's Towns' turn to raise an eyebrow, as if to say watch this. "Nah, I was just wanted a reminder, what's your husband's name again?"

Silence. A quick, sharp inhale, and in his mind's eye Browning can see his daughter's eyes focus like an eagles. "Well, first of all, it's future husband, because daddy says that the law says I have to be 18 to get married..."

Ohhhhh.

Fuck.

"But his name is Kevin Day. He's the world's best exy player, even after he had an accident last year. A lot of people abandoned him but I'm never gonna because when a mom and a dad love each other very much..."

A thousand dinner conversations run through Browning's head line an electric current as he opens his phone browser and searches the name. The results look nothing like the bruised shell of a man his colleagues have stuck in a hotel room, but they look like every poster on Suzie's wall. A terrible, terrible thought strikes him. "What about his friend. The, um, the short one."

The response is automatic. "Neil is cute too I guess. There aren't as many good posters of him, but Jessica from biology did her binder from shots she printed from youtube. Her dad yelled at her for wasting the ink."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Mickey Garcia Holiday One Shot Sneak Peek

Christmas ain't the same without you

Pairings - Mickey Garcia x Fem!Reader

Premise – Holidays without your lover aren't the same, you miss him with all your heart and he does too.

Word Count - No idea,

Warnings: Some strong language, references to Pop Culture, allusions to SMUT and a very brutal game of UNO

a/n - Thank you @labarboteuse for this wonderful request. I initially planned it s a headcanon but the holiday season was approaching so I made this into a holiday fic. I hope you like it <3 any and all headcanons/blurbs are mostly welcome.

December 25, Christmas Eve

“...and then Phoenix lost her shit and then we had to group up and shield Harvard from getting waterboarded by her.” Mickey’s face on your phone was scrunched up in delight, as he laughed recounting the tales of Christmas at the base to you.

You touched your screen as if it were his face.

Mickey was your best friend, your husband, and the love of your life.

Staying away from him while he was deployed was difficult, and you handled it like a champ. Occasionally, though, sadness would loom over you unexpectedly. Like waking up and reaching out for him, and meeting the empty side of the bed. Accidentally making two cups of coffee in the morning. One day, when you realized he was not there when you called him, you broke down in tears.

But nothing hurts like not having him home during the holidays for the first time.

When Abuela Juliana bribed you with her homemade caramel cupcakes, you couldn't say no to Mickey's family; his parents, his brother Edgar and his wife Veronica, and their four-year-old twins Camillo and Ariana.

As a single kid, you were sent to boarding school away from home. You hardly knew your parents, and they were always on some crazy trip to Europe every year during Christmas. Celebrating the holidays with his family made you feel at home. Abuela would never let go of a chance to remind you that it was your home too, and you and Veronica were her granddaughters.

You had been reading in Mickey's old room, halfway through an Agatha Christie novel from his bookshelf before he called. It was cozy, with a makeshift space near the window to read, and a lot of Star Wars and hip-hop posters everywhere on the walls.

“How was Christmas?” he asks you, smiling at the camera.

“It was perfect. Abuela kept her promise, making a batch of caramel cupcakes just for me. Camillo and Ariana almost caught Edgar placing the gifts under the tree, but Veronica and I distracted them with Spongebob Squarepants.”

“Clever.”

“Marina and Carlos banned me from the kitchen because I tried to help them, and then fed me your share too.” you sighed.

“God I hope you didn’t eat all the cupcakes, share it with Edgar and Ariana too.” he shrugged.

"No way. Nu-uh" you nodded and snuggled under the covers.

Mickey listened to you with a sad smile on his face, and it hurt you to see that he so clearly missed home.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be home Carino," he says in a dejected tone.

You just wish you could squish his face with your hands and smother him in kisses. He was sad, and you hated seeing him like that.

“I miss you, baby," you say.

He smiled, “I miss you more.” he said as he lay down on his bed. “I really wanted you to be my kiss at midnight.”

“Me too.” you sniffle, tears brimming your eyes as you recall last year when he was home with you, and held you close as you counted down to midnight.

“Baby…” he whispered, noticing your tears, “don’t cry, please.” His eyebrows furrowed with worry, but just as he was about to say further, his image shook around.

It was Phoenix on the screen now, smiling with a Santa cap on.

“Mrs. Garciaaa! Happy Christmas my girl!” she hollered. You wiped your tears and realized she was drunk.

“Happy Christmas Nat.” you smiled, as she passed the phone to Payback.

“I’m sorry Y/N, she’s been drinking like a sailor once we stopped her from waterboarding Harvard.” he sighed, the camera shaking as he walked because he was clearly swatting away Phoenix with his other hand. 

Rooster, Bob, Coyote, Harvard, Yale, and even Hangman joined in to wish you. By the time they handed the phone back to Mickey, you were laughing again.

“There's my girl,” he whispers softly to you, his brown eyes adoringly looking at you.

"Good night, sweetie." you breathe out and kiss the screen.

He blushes and kisses his screen, “good night baby, can’t wait to meet you.”

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As I was drinking coffee this morning I started thinking about what the returners' drink preferences were and this came out of my head (under a cut because it's a bit long):

Terra is very sweet so I imagine she likes sweet coffee drinks, something like a vanilla cappuccino. She doesn't enjoy it if it's not sweetened enough but isn't going to complain if someone brings her coffee that isn't quite to her liking.

Locke is the kind of guy to show up to a meeting 10 minutes late with starbucks (that Edgar probably paid for). What he drinks could barely qualify as coffee and is more along the lines of "very wet cake". One sip would probably send Gau into orbit.

As a guy who lives in the desert, I imagine Edgar would rather drink iced coffee than hot, with a little cream and sugar in it. Even if the party is staying in a snowy place like Narshe, he's just in the habit of liking a cold drink. I also picture him as someone who only has coffee in the morning, and enjoys iced herbal teas through the day. His favourites aren't the expensive imported teas he is gifted by noblemen and politicians looking to get on the king's good side, but rather those that are made with the leaves and petals of plants endemic to the Figaro desert-- they remind him of home. (Where do they get ice? He's probably personally responsible for the creation of the ice box in their world.)

Sabin doesn't particularly like coffee, but he loves tea. Since he doesn't live in the desert 24/7 like his brother, he drinks it hot. After a hard day's work training he relaxes with a pot of his favourite herbal tea (similarly to Edgar, his favourite is a tea from Figaro for the same reason) in a peaceful manner that would surprise anyone but his brother.

Setzer has expensive taste in coffee, and prefers dark roasts with stronger flavour. He doesn't drink it black, though; he adds a splash of liqueur or an alcoholic cream (like putting bailey's in your coffee except way more ridiculously expensive). He swears it's only for the flavour, but there are maybe some of his worse days where that's not entirely true. He also drinks several cups of the stuff in a day, because the man is perpetually tired. He's possibly built up a tolerance to caffeine at this point like one does for alcohol (which I imagine he also has a high tolerance for).

Celes says she only enjoys coffee with a splash of cream, but she actually does like the same sweet drinks as Terra occasionally. She'll never admit it to anyone but Terra.

Resident feral child Gau had a sip of coffee one (1) time and has since been banned from all caffeine. He tore through the Falcon faster than any human person should be able to run and knocked over many things, including but not limited to a very disgruntled Setzer, who taught him a new curse word in response. Gau then hopped around shouting this new word for everyone to hear. Locke thought it was hilarious.

Shadow prefers his coffee black, but isn't picky if someone offers him a drink with something added to it. He strikes me as someone who likes it almost hot enough to burn.

Strago wants to drink coffee but Relm manages to sneak decaf into his mug more often than not. The man's 71 years old, too much caffeine might send him into cardiac arrest.

Relm herself thinks coffee is gross and adults are weird for enjoying it. She sneaked a sip of Shadow's black coffee once and was turned off of the stuff forever, despite being told that there are sugary drinks that aren't as bitter.

Cyan doesn't drink coffee, but occasionally drinks tea. Specifically, he drinks a traditional calming Doman herbal tea that reminds him of peaceful nights spent with his lost family, on nights when his mind wanders to his darkest memories. If he closes his eyes in the quiet, he can almost feel as though he is back in that castle, before the kingdom fell. It doesn't make him sad, though; it's cathartic.

Mog doesn't drink much coffee or tea, but he does like hot cocoa. Relm thinks he's the only sane one because adult drinks are weird and gross.

Absolutely under no circumstances should Umaro be given coffee. The consequences are very much the same as with Gau, but with much more devastating results. A caffeinated yeti managed to storm his way into the Falcon's engine room once and proceeded to knock several things out of place, causing the airship to make a crash landing. Edgar and Setzer spent three days repairing the damage.

Nobody knows what Gogo's coffee preferences are, mostly because nobody knows what Gogo exactly is. They have revealed nothing and will continue to be an enigma.

Y'all my thoughts got dark so damn quick it's scary. Twilight being backed into a corner with the choice of whether to reveal himself or save Anya. The people who have taken her, thanks to Edgar's positive ID of her, have surrounded Anya completely. The police on scene can't get a straight shot that might not hurt her. Yor knows she can't get to Anya in time when they have a gun right to her head, and she can't risk Anya's life that way. No sniper sent by WISE can get a clear shot on them without Anya potentially being hit, and since Application season with Eden is over, she's the only one who can complete Operation STRIX, and they aren't going to risk her life that way. But the thing is, neither can Loid. She's been missing for days and he went through every civilian route, plus everything WISE has, and (unknowingly) the help of the shopkeeper to find her. But when you have a group of thugs being paid off by the government to ensure Twilight's capture, they're gonna stay hidden until everything is ready. And they did.

So, he kisses Yor's cheek, and starts going inside, to her screams of protest for him to stop, because he'll get himself killed. But no, that isn't his plan. He's making himself into bait in order to get Anya out. He looks at them and tells them to let his daughter go. Meanwhile, Anya is screaming and crying for him not to do it. Since she's eclipsing, she has no way to know it's one of his plans. He looks at the man pointing a gun at her and says "Me for her.". And they ask if he's Agent Twilight, to which he nods. "Let her go, and I'll go quietly." They get him a chair, tie him up with ropes, and put a gun to him, before they release Anya. She's hysterically sobbing as Loid gives her instructions. "Go to the nice policeman and he'll take you to Mama, okay?" He's trying to keep calm for her but between her hysterics and the likelihood of his life with them being over, he's surprisingly emotional and trying not to tear up in front of her. And she grabs his legs in a hug and says she loves him. He kisses her head in what is perhaps the only fond goodbye he can muster, as a policeman scoops her up, to her shrieking protests of "No, Papa!" As he keeps telling her it's okay, with a smile on his face so he doesn't scare her. Only when she's gone does he yell for the police to shoot them, and ducks his head down as a hail of bullets starts raining down.

Anya and Yor hear the shots, and they're crying. When it stops, though, they go in. Only to find, in a sea of bodies, that Loid is alive because he had a bulletproof vest on the whole time. Anya yells for him, and hops into his lap as Yor unties him. He hugs Anya, hugs Yor, and knows there will be consequences for his actions. He hopes he can convince them that he was simply playing the part in order to save Anya. If not... He'll have a lot of explaining to do with WISE. But for now, it doesn't matter. So long as he can be with his family. And in case any of you are wondering: Yes, I will be writing this.

For the ask game!

I'll be predictable and ask you about Micolash and Edgar: 1, 12, and 25

Thanks Karnaca for the questions about the dear boys of course! x) asks list

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

I think I kinda like both? In general. It's very rare when I just hate a character. They are not my favs for sure and smt Micolash scare me with all the horrible things he probably did (so I can dislike him for that) but they are both very intriguing characters.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Hm good question 🤔 I was gonna say a lot but it's not like big things so what to choose hm?

For Micolash I will say that our dear Willem pay in part for his tuition? He's like a distant relatives by alliance of him or smt. He also spend lot of time with Rom & Laurence as children!

He had a (black) cat too! Pets aren't suppose to be allowed but if you say it belong to the director and his family it work XD (at first I would have said he might like dogs and crows but they are typically hunter's animals and he made chimera with it so now I don't think he liked them a lol XD)

Now for Edgar well he was an orphaned at the choir I supposed. He was friend with the young Amelia, Yurie, Ioselka and maybe even Henriett as a kid. He became very smart and very talented.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

I found Micolash very cool! Very intriguing character. Pretty crazy but pretty cool XD Then I saw how people online were crazy for him kinda 😅 but now it's better too.

At first I was like wtf if this guy? Micolash simp the character lol? But now I think he's quite interesting because does his loyalty lie with the choir or Mensis now... what's his purpose? So many intriguing possibilities.

Task #1: Future goals

Diego:

Resolve marital conflict: Diego's business decisions have led to conflict in his relationship as he is clearly keeping secrets. His top priority is to resolve these conflicts by coming clean with Kai. Whether that occurs before or after he's resolved his business conflicts resolves to be seen. I do, though, imagine that this won't be easy for him to do as it requires that he was foolhardy and allowed himself to be conned. I also imagine that the fact that he decided to keep this information to himself will come with conflict of its own.

Rectify business mistakes: The most immediate goal, perhaps. Find a way to regain the investments he's lost and go ahead with the plans to open a second location. He hasn't quite figured out a way to claw himself out of the financial hole he's fallen into, though.

Become a grandfather: A personal goal and perhaps the only one out of his control, but Diego would one day love to be a grandfather. He loves his children and enjoyed watching them grow up, but will admit that there's a part of him that's sad about missing out on the baby stage. He figures that he and Kai are both too old to start over with a baby of their own, so grandchildren it is. There's a part of him that melts at the thought of watching Kai as a grandpa.

Edgar:

Establish a better work/life balance: A goal that's in progress. Edgar's grateful for Griffin as he's allowed him to pull back from the business. Maybe one day in the near future he'll end up pulling out of the business completely and either selling his half or move into being just a silent partner. He's not quite ready for that as yet, as he's not sure what he'd do if he were to "retire." He worries that the workaholic in him would simply take up another project.

Resolve marital conflict: Edgar's committed to his marriage. Even though they're currently separated, he still thinks of he and Marco as a unit. There's no world for him in which they're not together. So while he knows that Marco needs his time and space, Edgar's determined to make sure that his husband comes back home.

Come to terms with personal history: Edgar's childhood was not a happy one. To date, he doesn't have a relationship with his father because of it. He's not looking to fix that relationship as he doesn't believe there's anything Xavier can say to convince Edgar to forgive him, but Edgar does recognize that he needs to work out his feelings about his past and come to terms with his trauma if he's ever going to be able to go back home. This means also deciding whether or not he'd be willing to run the winery, which is a conversation that he'll have to have with his family (namely Marco) at a much later date.

Elijah:

Establish a career: Eli's always felt sort of directionless. He doesn't know what he wants to do in the future. He just knows that working at the cat cafe indefinitely isn't a sustainable plan especially as Noah gets older and starts school. Eli wants to be able to provide his son with everything he needs to live a happy and healthy life -- he'd like to maybe own a house in the future so that Noah can grow up somewhere stable and have a space to call his own -- and that won't happen while living paycheck to paycheck and struggling to make ends meet.

Outline a working relationship with Noah's mother: Eli has his personal feelings about Aileen which he knows he needs to work through, but that's a conversation for another day. He's determined to put those feelings aside for the sake of Noah, but only if Aileen can show that she really is committed to being in their son's life. At the end of the day, whether he loves her or hates her, Eli acknowledges that his own feelings aren't as important as Noah's right to have a relationship with his mother, but Eli won't allow that relationship to come at the detriment of his son.

Have another baby: Eli didn't really think he was the kind of person who wanted to have kids or would feel fulfilled by it, but he adores Noah, and maybe just maybe in the future when life is stable, he'll think about having another child.

Leila:

Resolve relationship conflict: Leila's still very much up in the air after running out on her fiancé. She's not really sure where she wants this to go (of course recognizing that he probably has strong feelings about the direction of their relationship himself) but perhaps, would like to be in a relationship as long as it didn't end in marriage.

Determine future career goals: While Leila isn't much for future plans, she knows that being a dancer isn't really a forever kind of thing. Sooner or later, she'll get too old for it. Modeling isn't something she wants to do again and teaching fitness classes seems like a good idea for right now. She admires that Calliope went from being a dancer to owning the lounge and thinks that maybe she could do something similar.

Establish herself as independent: This means being financially stable and not having to rely on anyone. Leila isn't really sure how she'll accomplish this right now, but it's the ultimate goal.

Malachi:

Continue to progress in PTSD treatment: Mal's come a long way since his diagnosis. Still, every day is a new struggle. For right now, his symptoms are pretty much stable and he feels healthy, but he knows that that could change in an instant. It's happened before, and he lives with the anxiety that it could happen again. So, his top goal is really to remain stable and to continue to work through the trauma and guilt.

Establish a second Swolemates location: The gym has really become his passion project. Professionally, Mal would like to expand the brand, open a few locations, maybe even become a chain.

Find his person: Malachi is, ultimately, a romantic. He hasn't been in very many serious relationships in his adult life, mostly because of his PTSD, but as he continues to remain stable, he finds himself thinking about being in a relationship with someone who gets him.

Henlo... my i ask a headcannon of ikerev boys and mc pregnant and how the boys deals her pregnancy mood swing? Thank you ❤

IkeRev Boys + Pregnant!MC

My first headcanons of IkeRev on this blog! These are generally shorter than I would've liked, but I hope you understand that there's a lot of characters!

If you are under 18, do not read. This work contains sexual themes. Please also consider blocking the [#slightly not family friendly] tag on my blog because I still will be posting that kind of content.

Lancelot Kingsley

Lancelot is informed that you would be facing a change of mood while you carry his child. In all honesty, he's unsure about what to expect

He's over the moon that you were with child. The entire night his work was abandoned, spending the hours to hug you close, his hand running over the lower half of your stomach

He hates it when you get pregnancy pains. Mainly for the reason that he can't take the pain away from you…

When mood changes hit, he keeps his mouth shut. For as much as he wants to say that you shouldn't overreact, he values cuddling you in bed

Expect a dinner with your favourite foods after your fits of moods, as his way to make it up to you. He'll dress up, wearing the uniform you favoured the most, as a feast for your eyes only

Jonah Clemence

If you go into fits of emotions, your husband Jonah will also get emotional. Honestly, with the way that he's reacting, people might believe that he's the one pregnant with the child

You tried to keep it hidden, but the one time that Jonah triggered your mood swings was when he tsked at one of the names of your child, unsure about it

He was thrown in a panic at your sudden crying, asking you to tell him what was wrong and resorting to handing you your favourite items just so you could cease crying

The mood swings aren't the biggest thing that stress him out during your pregnancy. In all honesty, he's worried about getting you around, and wants to prevent any accidents of falling

He's making you stay in his family estate where you're well taken care of in your late stages of pregnancy. He's promised to return every night to you, even if you're not awake, as he presses a kiss to your forehead of your sleeping self

Edgar Bright

He's surprised by the pregnancy at first, but he's quick to add up the pieces about your strange behaviour. He even knows that you're pregnant before you do

It's certainly unplanned, but he's not one to get panicked about it. He's joyous, smiling around the office which shocks the other officers, believing he's pulling something sinister behind their backs

He's very good at handling your mood swings, accommodating to them. When you're angry, he'll listen to you. When you're in tears, he'll wipe them away and say that you're alright

He's gotten used to predicting the kinds of moods that could come about with you. He even has teas to calm you down if you need it

The thing he hasn't gotten used to is your aches. His massages are helpful, but he frowns every time they return. In his childish moments, he scolds your body for hurting you such as 'YN's body… stop hurting my beloved alright?'

Kyle Ash

He may be a doctor, but he's not always a sharp one with how much he'd drink in one night. It just so happened to coincide with the moment you decided to tell him you were pregnant

Well, it's not like he remembers with the hangover. Kyle soon asks you to help him recall what happened, and initially it wasn't a big issue…

Until later in your pregnancy, you kept reminding him of the incident. Really, it's not you, nor does he blame you, as he soothes you while you're upset

The one thing that shocks everyone about your pregnancy is that Kyle Ash swore off alcohol the morning after you told him you were pregnant. Of course, this included Zero locking up the bottles in your house at the office instead

He's a man of sheer will when it came to you, so he kept his word. What he didn't stay off though, was having you in his bed. They do say that having some sensual time eases your aches, as the doctor allows it…

Zero

This sweet ace is so gentle with you when he hears the news. You told him during a tea party of the Red Army, and the officers saw him shed happy tears, gently hugging you as he thanks you

Zero began to doubt his strength, not wanting to crush you and the baby at all, so he starts to stay away from you, even hesitating to hold your hand in those days

He's not entirely aware of the emotional changes that could come with pregnancy, so it definitely stumps him when he can't figure out why you're crying

You try to explain it to him through your tears, but it's too late as Zero is already running out the door to demand the bakery for your favourite pastry that he forgot to buy this morning

He's confused about it, but he's able to help you calm down when you need to. You in turn help him be comfortable with touching you, him touching your rounding stomach bringing an intense blush to his cheeks

Ray Blackwell

He's over the moon that you're pregnant, but soon he grows anxious that he doesn't know much about what might happen to you besides your obvious physical changes

He was surprised that it was given an okay by the doctor to be sensual during your pregnancy. Not that he's complaining, but he still makes sure to surround you by pillows to support you

Ray mostly thought that your change of mood was because he did something wrong. He feels even worse when you apologise for it, since you can't help it

It's a learning curve to help you, but he'll study every book about it if it means he can be a better husband to you

He loves putting his head against your stomach and kissing it, then kissing you. He's loving both his child and his beloved wife, and he gets to rest with both of them

Sirius Oswald

With witnessing his mother through the pregnancies of his younger siblings, he's more prepared than you thought he was

Sirius is one who asks you if you need anything first, and whether you're fine with him leaving for work. Sometimes, he stays with you a little longer if you need him to

Well, in all physical aspects, Sirius has it well covered. On the emotional side… he's not lacking, he just needs time to understand your moods

He too feels that it is his fault, often seeking advice from his family on how to support you. There was a time with a mood swing that you hated to see him, where the man couldn't help but worry himself at work

At the end of the day, all the stress melts away when he sees you sleeping peacefully in your shared bed, hugging one of his coats close to your chest

Seth Hyde

He's absolutely delighted by the thought of you with his child. He's much more careful with his work, because he had you and his child to go back to

Your moods fall to being extremely worried to absolutely apathetic about him. He knows you can't control it, so he plays along, being affectionate or heartbroken when the scene calls for it

Seth is very strict about you walking around however. He doesn't want anybody to purposefully trip you over, or anyone on horseback to bump you so no matter what your mood is, you will hold his arm when outside

Seth however, is willing to fight anyone on the streets that comments about your growing stomach. He believes that you're carrying twins, already telling you every night what he thinks they might look like

Moods became less frequent, considering that Seth plays the scenario out hilariously that it causes you to snap whatever emotion you carried before

Luka Clemence

He almost dropped the pot of soup when you told him. If it weren't for Sirius, their dinner would be gone… Well, looks like there was another reason to celebrate!

He mostly wanted to spend time with you, to which everyone excused him for the time being. Your sweet Luka is holding your hand every step of the way…

Well, except for those moments when you decide that you're upset with him, to which he doesn't bother you. You're quick to snap out of it when you hear Luka's voice out the door, asking to be let in

He absolutely doesn't let Jonah visit, yet Jonah always finds a way. He actually prayed that Jonah finds you in a bad mood

Often times, Luka would make sure that you're always wearing something comfortable with comfortable food around you, as he holds your hand in the time he spends with you

Fenrir Godspeed

He twirls you around the room upon hearing the news. He's overwhelmed, going up to everyone he sees, telling them that he's going to be a father!

Actually, he's a nervous wreck about parenting a child. He's worried, but he often pushed it back to concentrate on your needs

He's unsure at first on how to tackle your sudden moods, but being around Fenrir lifts your spirits even though he's fidgeting around

Fenrir learns the changes that happen to your body, and he's noting them down, asking you about any aches that you feel. He's there to massage them away, to the best of his abilities

He makes sure that his work and you are separate. No firearms around you, and when you visit him, he's helping with training or paperwork as to not stress you out

Blanc Lapin

He could tell that something was off, but he didn't expect a pregnancy! It's the first time he's ever speechless, his usual cool demeanour falling as he grasped to your hands tighter

He definitely asks Kyle about it, doing some reading on himself. Before going to bed, he also reads to you what he learns from the books and asks for your feedback on how he's caring for you. He's a busy man, but he tries

He often finds himself staring away at you, particularly at your growing stomach. It's still shocking to him that his child is in there somewhere…

One thing that he never misses out on is eating or dining with you. With him, you tend to vent out your frustrations to him. He often faces your mood swings head on, even so, you're not harsh on him

You fear he overworks himself that he has no time for himself, but your worries are washed away when you find him reading a paper about the names he shortlisted for your child

Oliver Knight

In his taller form, he couldn't help but pick you up in his arms and twirl you around. Of course he wants to raise a family with you! The only issue that he pushed back was…

It was a little odd to walk around with you in the mornings with you pregnant. It made HIM look like your child

The amount of times he had to hold back from punching the people who'd ask him if he's excited for a sibling… He often says nothing, because any skeptics would stress you out

He asks Kyle to accompany you most of the time, and he does get jealous…. It quickly fades when Kyle faces your ever changing moods

Often Oliver is the one who'll make your mood swings vanish, but with how busy he is, he's often worried that he won't be there for you. He makes time, always returning at night to you though

Loki Genetta

He doesn't process what you said at first. Then, your Loki faints from the news, the Black Army having to put him in bed as you wait for him to awake

He's asking you if it's true, and when you nod, he pulls you into a tight hug. He's overwhelmed, incredibly emotional as he cries into your chest with nothing but love and thankfulness to you

He tries to play off that he's nervous, but his thoughts run wild at every possibility that could go wrong. You have to sit down with him and talk him through it

He often tails behind you quietly, but he goes into a frenzy when he sees you cry your heart out all of a sudden… That was your first mood swing

It was a surprise to Blanc to find you and Loki sobbing to each other on the floor of his living room when he got back

Harr Silver

Your Harr was frozen the moment you told him. Nothing you told him got him to snap out of it… and just when you were having a peaceful meal together

Harr is unconfident that he could do this on his own, so he's quick to ask Sirius or Lancelot for help. It's to their shock of course, but they welcome him

You settle near the Central Quarter, with easier access to care. You do appreciate what he does, but your emotional changes cause you to be annoyed with your husband

It's not good for his heart really, as you refuse to hold to his hand. But Kyle said that this could happen, so if you disliked him, this man would put on a disguise to escort you to the doctor's

Harr's adorable way of supporting you makes you quickly jump into his embrace full of love, as Harr holds you gently, his next fear being that he might squish you…

Mousse Atlas

It's difficult to catch your sleepy husband with full attention, so you just so happen to put some caffeine in his breakfast just so he'd listen

YN, if he was still sleepy, he'd react the same as news that you were with child kept replaying over and over again in his mind

It was the first time anyone'd see him so motivated to finish work. Even so, he didn't go out drinking. Instead, he goes home straight to you, to get the nap he was dreaming of, with his arms cradling you and the child close to him

Mousse is learning, but it surprises everyone else that he'd sometimes ask random questions about pregnancy and fatherhood

Mousse surprisingly isn't the target of your mood swings. He'd watch you in amusement as you scold the inanimate object for being in your way, as he simply agrees with your statements

Dalim 'Dum' Tweedle

He thinks you're joking at first, but then you throw a pillow at him. Then he believes it, now comforting you and kissing your forehead with promises of getting through it together

He's your victim of your moods, often getting things thrown at him such as your towel, or your pillow as you pout at him at something he didn't do

He only teases you back, that boyish smile of his getting you back every time, as you pull the sheets closer to your chest

Of course he's going to bed you to help you with your pregnancy cramps! If it helps, he's willing to try anything!

At the end of the day, he sits on the edge of the bed, his fingers ghosting over your skin with his eyes filled with adoration at your sleeping, growing form…

Dean Tweedle

Dean is on his knees when he hears the news. He has his head to your lap, letting you play with his hair as he takes the moment in…

After that, it becomes incredibly hectic. He tries to reschedule everything so he'd be home by the evening, but sometimes you take it upon yourself to go to the academy or library

His students are in awe at how their stoic professor turns to an absolute mess, worrying about every inch and hair on your body, asking you if you struggled, whether someone bothered you-

Most are aware, but those who aren't… They often give you a hard time, causing you to go into a fit as the newly appointed guards won't allow you to see your husband!

Dean is equally upset, so your continuous mood is justifiable in his opinion. As he watches you, he's simply glad that he's not the target of your rage…

Storge Jack

🏡 Storge - Who does your character consider family? Which of their family do they love the most? Why?

Sane Jack's sense of family is a lot clearer than 80s Jack, so I'll talk about the latter because I think it's more interesting.

The only person Jack really considers his family is his ma. Her, only her, that's it. The woman he knocked up? That was an accident. She's just a temporary plaything. The kid he didn't intend on having? He's swiftly dealt with when Jack's made aware of his existence, and I think that says enough about how much he cares for Sal. The man he's been harassing for two decades? He's obsessed, but Edgar isn't family. These people he hangs around aren't family. There is no real, raw, full unconditional love there. His siblings are just things getting in his way. His FATHER is by no emotional meaning of the word Jack's family.

But his mama... Jack doesn't remember what his mama looked like or sounded like or most of what she did, but he knows that his mama was a good woman. His mama was a kindhearted, genuine person who did her best for her children. His mama's all he has. Part of why he even keeps Edgar around in the first place is because he reminds him of his mama. Introverted. Sweet. Soft-spoken. Nurturing. And a pushover. Jack loves Sarah the most; he also knows that he can't have her off of his foggy memories alone. He can't replace her, either. But he can get someone LIKE her.

It's not something he does deliberately. It's his subconscious seeking out a tender guiding hand in order to get that comfort he was deprived of as a child.

Statement of Radioactivepeasant, concerning episodes 7-12 of The Magnus Archives

(Under a cut, because of length and possible spoilers)

Episode 7, thoughts:

The theme really reminds me of Bedtime Stories ' end credits theme.

Oof, the trenches. And a fascinating allegory(?) for war.

Reminds me of Baltimore or, The Steadfast Tin Soldier and the Vampire by Mike Mignola.

Oh. Very big Baltimore vibes, here.

This seriously sounds exactly like something Mignola would write.

Beautiful in a very sad way.

I thought the name Joseph Rainer (Rayner?) sounded familiar, too.

Are all these stories connected? Do all these...things come from the same place, perhaps?

Gah! What does that remind me of?! That's gonna bug me all week!

Episode 8, thoughts:

Hilltop road makes me think of Hill House. Sounds ominous.

Ominous tree: definitely cursed.

Uh...dude. Why did you open the door?! There was absolutely no need for you to open that door!!

My dude. You didn't think about how weird things were until after the guy vanished with the smell of burning hair?

"All the bones are in his hands"? That's...peculiar. I know I've seen that reference in other people's posts before, so it's most likely significant. Don't know why though.

Agnes sounds...fishy. Ghost type fishy, or other creepy critter.

Oh Agnes is so very suspicious.

Oh. That's why he smelled like burnt hair. Yuck.

Oh dang, evil haunted tree.

....that weird box sounds like the same goobly pattern as the weird table in the episode with the stalker lady. Episode 3?

Oop. That box was not a very good Tupperware. Or maybe it was a very good Tupperware since the apple lasted that long.

Was the apple what held The Agnes's heart? Like the story of The Troll With No Heart In His Body?

Episode 9, thoughts:

Oop, disappeared parent trope: activate!

Um. A hand and eye pendant? Hm. Don't like that.

Hands. Eyes. This sounds like it's turning into a Running Theme.

Are all the Statements connected?

Oh heck, they're Connected, aren't they?

This is gonna turn out like Baltimore where everything is secretly caused by or a symptom of one event, right?

The hand and eye pendant seems important.

...what is the dad hunting?

I assume he's going after whatever was responsible for the mom's disappearance. Which means he'd probably know why she disappeared.

Excuse me

Excuse me-

Rayner?!

Oh no

These are connected, aren't they?!

I've just decided

I don't like Rayner.

The thing with the lights reminds me of the Critical Role Call of Cthulhu oneshot.

Y'know what, this makes me think: like, all those stories with brooding guys hunting down and killing people responsible for family members' deaths? Yeah those guys technically are serial killers, aren't they?

This series would be way creepier with sound effects accompanying the Statements. I'm kinda glad there aren't any.

SPOKE TOO SOON.

Is this Temple of Doom??

Um...so...were the mom's "friends" a cult or something?

Rayner Again.

Wait, what was the Thing? Was the cult responsible for its presence? Like, did it vanish because Robert killed the cult members?

Episode 9, addendum:

Something is important about the name Rayner.

Either there's a chain of Rayners who are All into Nasty Business, or there's one Rayner who is somehow cheating death and continuously ruining people's lives.

Anyone here ever read the book Meddling Kids by Edgar Cantero? Reminds me of that.

Episode 10, thoughts:

Wait, there's vampires?

I don't know why that surprised me. I guess they just seem mundane next to whatever eldritch abominations everyone else is seeing.

Well, we can't all be unknowable patches of living darkness or whatever, I guess.

Eww. Interesting choice in depiction of a vampire, definitely not the European variety, but nonetheless a familiar one. I wanna say the tongue thing reminds me of Indonesian folklore, but I can't say for certain.

Oh nope nope nope

Ewww

Hhhhhh no thank you!

This Herbert guy reminds me of a Lore episode with a real-life guy in like, the 80s who called himself a vampire hunter.

Oh hey, Martin! I like Martin so far. If only to spite Jon

I have no idea why.

Episode 10, addendum:

I forgot I hate vampires

I've just remembered why, everyone

Mm. Hate that.

Episode 11, thoughts:

Oh look, Gertrude. This seems portentous.

I see a lot of talk about Gertrude online that I don't understand, so clearly she's more than a poor record keeper.

These goobly black tendril things remind of of something from a videogame. Not sure which one. Resident Evil? Evil Within? I dunno. Something Markiplier played once.

I'm thinking of Junji Ito right now, not 100% sure it matches, but he has that feel sometimes.

What the heck does this remind me of??

Hm. Well this seems particularly ominous. Perhaps Jon ought to consider a change in careers.

Something is getting glooped into the Archives, or the Archivist, from somewhere.

Fear, maybe?

Died in the line of duty?!

She's an archivist! What in the heck does that mean?!

Episode 12, thoughts:

Ok, we're back. Had to take a break, still not a fan of that vampire episode.

Ah, a hospital. A classic setting for Unfortunate Goings-on. I've been in enough of 'em to be sympathetic to the setting for horror, but my childhood experiences just leave hospitals as more of a "oh not here again" thing for me.

I was gonna suggest spontaneous human combustion for this guy, but the way this series is shaping up, "spontaneous" might be the wrong word for it...

Eyes again...

Why so many eyes?

Wha-

Gerald Key?!

Or is it Gerard? Gerald or Gerard, I can't tell. Gerry.

Well, his ma did say he drew that fancy eye thing. Guess he likes the motif.

But still.

This is not a coincidence.

Either the Key family just gets into Weird Weird Stuff and multiple people have subsequent encounters, or else something Else is going on.

This is another one with Mignola vibes.

So...whatever this guy was chanting, I'm guessing it caused both the silence and the weird heat, and Gerry's burns. What, is he possessed or something?

Nurse got warped right into the Twilight Zone there for a moment.

So..."Asag brands the lightless flame"?

Huh. That's probably bad.

Those dang eyes again!

Sick Kids

gotspoons: [A chatroom/forum situation for teens with invisible illnesses/disabilities, a resource that is recommended when you can't go to IRL groups for your health/they aren't in your area etc] gotspoons: Ticked one whole thing off my to-do list today, feeling like a champ 💪 also feeling like a 2-hour long nap, who here relates? 🥱 tigerbalm: 🖐 took my nap earlier & yet 😴💤 brainpain: 💕🛏 brainpain: long lasting relationship with my memory foam mattress gotspoons: There is NO limit on the number of naps necessary to make it through the day tigerbalm: or the number of abandoned to-do lists, what was your 1 thing? gotspoons: 🚿 looks like breakfast will have to wait tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: @brainpain I have so many memory foam pillows in every room of my house I'm basically a shareholder 🙌 brainpain: @tooexhaustedtolivevicariously same but I've got my fave, I call him Edgar tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: 👏🙏 thank you for your service, Edgar tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: must name mine, only named the chariot 🦼 Charlton gotspoons: [ihatemyguts has entered the chat] gotspoons: A newbie, welcome! tigerbalm: 👋 tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: love the username, what ails ya? tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: because this is the only place it's acceptable to ask 'what's WRONG with you?' but not the only place you encounter it, right brainpain: but you don't have to answer cos it's also somewhere where you're encouraged to 'express yourself' translation: be an arsehole if you want brainpain: if you don't go hardcore enough to get blocked brainpain: @fibrofog LMAO tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: the normies get to be rude as their default, and it is NOT encouraged to hit people with your cane, let me tell you ihatemyguts: Hi, everyone ihatemyguts: I'll do my best not to be an arsehole, even if my problem only lie directly above said orifice, which makes it a struggle not to be at times ihatemyguts: UC, first flare totally fucked over the family holiday 😬 sorry to that hotel toilet and my long-suffering parents and brother brainpain: newbie got jokes AND comedy timing ihatemyguts: 🚽 humour isn't all I have, I swear, though my life now does revolve entirely around the porcelain throne so it's no surprise I'm anally expulsive, thanks to Freud for that read tigerbalm: Freud's the perv, am I right? ihatemyguts: Totally ihatemyguts: and a big believer in the cocaine cure-all, which my Doctor just wasn't going for, shame tigerbalm: sounds like my sleazy uncle in every way tigerbalm: why does everybody get one? gotspoons: 😂 This chat is worth keeping my eyes open for gotspoons: every family is a play, and we're destined to be the 'sick kid' part gotspoons: other players react accordingly, from the 'can't look at you without crying' to the 'thinks you're making it up for some reason' brainpain: I vote we all go off script like @fibrofog 🤬🚨👿❗️ ihatemyguts: I guess I'm lucky in the sense that if anyone doubts the legitimacy of my illness, I can offer to show them the contents of my stomach/toilet bowl ihatemyguts: that shuts them up relatively fast, not had to go full 🐒 and throw it at anyone yet ihatemyguts: though I'm intrigued by the infamous @fibrofog, who are they, where, and why the infamy? Fill a girl in brainpain: the myth, the legend brainpain: so angry cos I turned 'em down for a romantic rendezvous ihatemyguts: No way! ihatemyguts: I'm glad that napping isn't the only action the memory foam is getting ihatemyguts: we're just like any other teens, right guys? 💁 tigerbalm: @brainpain you know the rules, fedora pics or it didn't happen! tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: you know what they say about disabled chicks, grateful 😉 tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: #dontkillmeladies #iamnotasleazyuncle tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: don't think Mr. Fog was even a legit 🥄 tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: total predator tigerbalm: if it was my uncle I'm SO sorry 😂 tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: family who piggyback are THE worst tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: no, MY disability doesn't make YOU automatically WOKE for not drowning me in the tub or throwing me off the nearest high place I can access ihatemyguts: Honestly, I've never felt as simultaneously popular and unpopular in my life ihatemyguts: people 💬 a big acceptance game on the socials ihatemyguts: but no one wants to actually hang with the girl who can't eat shit and will spend half her time in the 🚽 gotspoons: Everyone's supportive until your disability gets in the way of THEIR perfect life even slightly gotspoons: imagine if they were one of us 👽 brainpain: speak for yourselves, my slurred speech makes me a hit with all my hard partying peers brainpain: get weird without a 🍹 ihatemyguts: hey man, don't let us drag you down 😎 ihatemyguts: if @fibrofog was feeling you, you're WAY too cool for this chat right now brainpain: never have, never will, baby 😉 brainpain: [inandout has entered the chat] gotspoons: OH MY GOD, that's a whole different story...my parents = you need to socialize more, live life! my parents = I don't know if this group is good for you, we think you're being encouraged to display and give in to even more problems gotspoons: thanks guys, you're literally making me more disabled with your disabledness 😂 tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: It is a cult, well-known fact, leave your productiveness to society at the door and let's all lie here and feel sorry for ourselves, doesn't that sound like fun, kids? 😈 tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: and 👋 sup, inandout, not seen you in a while tigerbalm: my parents act like y'all are catching too! Would you like to cage me like a legit 🐅 or? inandout: baited breath inandout: out living that life like @gotspoons parents want tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: It'll be the Olympics next tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: 🥇 Hero status with the normies, inspirational, dude inandout: if it'll make adults I've never met proud of me ihatemyguts: I can't believe I've not checked if I'm disabled enough for the paras, oh my God ihatemyguts: are there enough of us for a basketball team? brainpain: if ONLY my former lover were here brainpain: he's gotta be so tall ihatemyguts: Pining for @fibrofog is productive, yeah? ihatemyguts: can pine from my throne just fine brainpain: hands off newbie! I will throw mine brainpain: LOL imagine gotspoons: This group has always had a bias towards too many girls gotspoons: it's almost as if even disabled boys don't wanna talk about their feelings gotspoons: what say you @tooexhaustedtolivevicariously and @inandout? 🤔🤴🤴 inandout: I'd bring friends but you know us CF kids aren't allowed to congregate inandout: and what could I possibly have in common with someone who doesn't share my disease ihatemyguts: So, what is the deal with that, are some of us catching? ihatemyguts: 🐅 parents might have legit concerns inandout: cross infectious but only if you've got what's got me inandout: none of you do so you'll need another reason to turn down hanging out in person tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: my fedora is in the wash? inandout: Fibro could easily say it's my jewishness brainpain: but it's your hunkiness, babe 💪😉 inandout: I'd whistle back at you, Lauren but.... inandout: let's just say you leave me breathless tigerbalm: No names, Zach tigerbalm: it's like a rule ihatemyguts: uh-oh ihatemyguts: if you had a name, Tiger, in theory, like ihatemyguts: 🧐 tigerbalm: Robyn ihatemyguts: Pretty, you others may as well just come out with it now ihatemyguts: even if I'm a massive perv with mad hacking and tracking skills, I pinky promise I won't be able to find you from your given name alone brainpain: give us yours, newbie ihatemyguts: I will, but you'll think I'm giving you a fake one ihatemyguts: it's the gift and curse bestowed upon me at birth, along with potentially dodgy genetics brainpain: your life is 💩 brainpain: but still ihatemyguts: Zelda ihatemyguts: a reference I'm sure you won't get, 'cos you're so 😎 brainpain: I game, the stream was fibros fave hunting ground brainpain: no 💩 tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Turns out being a nerd is way easy from the relative (barely but beats death, yeah?) comfort of the memory foam tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: and Rich 👍 only in name, destitute until my next pittance comes in tigerbalm: she's not supposed to 🎮 -headaches -dizziness -light & sound sensitivity but she's a REBEL brainpain: 👌 MOM maybe I'd love a seizure, what do you know? ihatemyguts: I respect it ihatemyguts: gonna be fondly reminiscing over all those dirty, evil trigger foods when they're resecting my bowel 🖕🚔 brainpain: I had a life before I had a TBI, no offense to 👶 Zach inandout: none taken gotspoons: You're all being bad and I cannot support it 🤐😜 gotspoons: and I'm Rosie, I will just 😴 out on you all the time and yes, it's a fantastic excuse for when you don't wanna respond ihatemyguts: I'll commit all of those to memory in a normal, non-creepy manner ihatemyguts: but whilst I'm allowed to be a n00b, what do you all do for school? brainpain: I was nearly done before 🤯 which got me my pity pass ihatemyguts: pity with a point, at least, alright tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: I'm waiting to start uni, absolutely no thanks to my school and their totally ableist refusal to make reasonable adjustments for accessibility tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: but fedora or not, I can be a real arsehole, a loud, persistent one at that tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: take my applause now brainpain: 😍 brainpain: take my 💘 tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: as long as it's not heavy, m'lady brainpain: you could 💔 brainpain: hold the pieces tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: 🧠 just isn't poetic enough brainpain: you know me gotspoons: you guys are so cute 🥰 and your broken brain is beautiful, Lauren gotspoons: me though, I'm barely struggling through school still, so many sick days, so much catching up to do 🥱 just thinking about it and therein lies the problem tigerbalm: my parents are trying to get online classes set up but my headteacher is like a million years old inandout: is he a demon? inandout: that was some scary fiction brainpain: or was it? brainpain: cue up those sound effects tigerbalm: if we're gonna talk about hypnosis, I'm out ihatemyguts: that was some serious creepy uncle vibes ihatemyguts: why did he need that level of control ihatemyguts: 🐘 in the room tigerbalm: I have a hippie cousin too, alternative therapy talk is so triggering ihatemyguts: I need a memoir re. your family sitch immediately 😂 ihatemyguts: you get the food purists coming @ me as if I just eat the right thing I'd be 'cured' tigerbalm: I'm working on a screenplay but I've never written a script before, I did find an online class for that easily though ihatemyguts: that's actually 😎 ihatemyguts: soz, Lauren brainpain: she's our lil busy 🐝 brainpain: step your game up, Zachary brainpain: supposed to be you, bro inandout: let Robbie have it, she has more sick days to fill up ihatemyguts: always have your 🥇 inandout: I can pin it on like a star when I got to school with the masses inandout: let them know I'm not what normal looks like ihatemyguts: only the others like you need to have the scoop on that though ihatemyguts: really fucks with the segregation in a big way inandout: “I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent.” ihatemyguts: Tattoo idea inandout: if I make it to 18, I'll do it ihatemyguts: how long you given yourself there? inandout: I turned 14 in may, the party was a full blown rager inandout: 🏥🎂 ihatemyguts: you like ruining events too? ihatemyguts: what a coincidence, don't just do family holidays inandout: if I can't blow up 🎈 nobody can ihatemyguts: 🥳 smug bastard inandout: I find that party blower offensive inandout: Rosie! That's a strike for the new girl ihatemyguts: Come to me when it's as culturally iconic as 💩 ihatemyguts: my next (first) tattoo right there inandout: how long are you waiting for that masterpiece? ihatemyguts: was 14 in March ihatemyguts: if we both make it, it's a date inandout: cool inandout: way I'm going that'll be my first one brainpain: now I feel like a pervy OLD uncle brainpain: thank you 👶s ihatemyguts: Lemme guess? ihatemyguts: I'm thinking 19 brainpain: spooky brainpain: I'm an Aquarius if anyone cares ihatemyguts: our 🌟s aligning might be too close to alternative for comfort tigerbalm: I'm a cancer, which is awkward tigerbalm: not my diagnosis ihatemyguts: at least it's memorable ihatemyguts: literally tacked on at the end, who's remembering 🎣 tigerbalm: I hope my 16th will be, for the right reasons tigerbalm: I've still got 5 months left to plan ihatemyguts: 🤞🤞🤞 tigerbalm: I'll add your name, the others know they're all invited ihatemyguts: that's so nice ihatemyguts: considering this introduction has given away nothing if not I am a terrible guest brainpain: another chat about online safety, Robyn, REALLY? 😏 brainpain: did my failed romance teach you nothing? ihatemyguts: if that isn't a challenge to send a photo and make you feel really weird ihatemyguts: why are we anon anyway, to stop us uprising? ihatemyguts: metaphorically if not literally, no offense xoxo brainpain: f it brainpain: I need you all to sign up to my stream to pay my bills anyways brainpain: [a selfie] ihatemyguts: @fibrofog, I get it brainpain: don't flock to tell me how sexy I am, that'd make it weird brainpain: plus, I know tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: I picked an awkward time to check back in tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Rosie falls asleep and anarchy reigns? tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: I'm proud brainpain: 💔 YOU haven't showered me with compliments, but hey tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: if I made it that easy you'd never be 💘 brainpain: 😩 tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: to save any of the rest of you following such a hard act tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: [pic] tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: it's old but still a rough estimation of what I look like on a good day brainpain: 😍 brainpain: You're up, girl Z ihatemyguts: if you're all good looking though, I'm so mad ihatemyguts: [a selfie] ihatemyguts: 💩 inandout: I'm not good looking, I'll go next inandout: besides, Robbie would never bow to peer pressure and Rosie is out for the count inandout: [a selfie] tigerbalm: I am 🙀 tigerbalm: but everyone else has tigerbalm: [the shyest selfie of all time] ihatemyguts: 😻😻😻 ihatemyguts: seriously ihatemyguts: representation done us dirty on so many levels now ihatemyguts: when we're not invisible, why we not so gorgeous tigerbalm: there should be a blushing 😸 tigerbalm: that's the representation I need ihatemyguts: Call me out all you need but I was convinced this whole thing would be a lot more tragic than it has been inandout: tragic Tuesdays are a thing brainpain: no they are f-ing not brainpain: Zachary, just cos the new girl's in your age bracket + shares your 1st initial brainpain: she is not corruptible to you inandout: check us on our date, Lauren inandout: but watch your profanity brainpain: watch me give you a DIY lung transplant gotspoons: Excuse me gotspoons: what is going on here brainpain: nothing babe, it's all a dream gotspoons: 😖 gotspoons: if it was, none of you would be here gotspoons: sorry to say brainpain: we love you too brainpain: hit us with that sleepy selfie gotspoons: You know we aren't meant to give out personal info in the public forum gotspoons: if you choose to privately, that's okay though gotspoons: also I don't look any better for my shower now 🥴🤫 brainpain: you're a hottie gotspoons: 😘 gotspoons: well, my blog IS going to be featured on [insert disability awareness news moment] next month, so it isn't as if you couldn't find 🖼 if you really wanted gotspoons: [photo] tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Congrats, Ro tigerbalm: a genuine 👏👏👏 tigerbalm: I love your blog gotspoons: Ty, ty 🙇 gotspoons: it's the same as my username, if you wanna check it out, newbie 😄 brainpain: but have you been on the news for being the victim of a violent crime? 😏 just me LOL inandout: Lauren's trading on her fame again inandout: let Rosie have her moment ihatemyguts: pass along all relevant info and I'll 🤓 right up brainpain: @inandout 🍒😃💩👅 brainpain: enjoy the profanity, bro inandout: today's highlight tigerbalm: Zelda could take offence at that, Zach tigerbalm: I think it was nice to meet her ihatemyguts: Not at all ihatemyguts: though it's cultural appropriation to use that emoji without my permission, I'll let it slide 😉 ihatemyguts: nice meeting you all too tigerbalm: I really am gonna have to tell you about my family now ihatemyguts: All I wanted, tbh tigerbalm: everyone else knows this but my parents are white Americans & they adopted me and my brothers who are Native and African American respectively tigerbalm: & you saw me, the Korean girl so ihatemyguts: Ohh tigerbalm: it sounds like a show that should air on ABC family, right? tigerbalm: hella awkward ihatemyguts: I'm brainstorming (p. sure we're not meant to say that, soz) titles rn ihatemyguts: inappropriate question alert, verbal smackdowns appreciated if needed ihatemyguts: did they adopt you knowing you were disabled or is that a new development? tigerbalm: I was gonna call it building bridges but we can't really say that the USA has wronged Korea like the other nations tigerbalm: though they did adopt me knowing so maybe it still works 😄 ihatemyguts: it's got legs tigerbalm: 🦿 ihatemyguts: Ugh, must dash ihatemyguts: 🩸💉s tigerbalm: best of luck ihatemyguts: 💕 total pro by now 💪 brainpain: if I don't 👀 you on my stream I'll 🔎 you here in the forums inandout: a threatening goodbye inandout: can't compete tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: 👋 Hope to see you back here, Zelda tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: though you wouldn't be the first person to 👻 after dropping in, so no pressure, @Lauren gotspoons: but actually, we're always here, some of us more than others, but you'll always find someone to chat to about the things you can't with non-spoonies ihatemyguts: ✌

Masquerade [IkeRev]

Pairing: Ray Blackwell x Alice

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Notes: really trashy writing oof

Pshh dont act so suprised its another ray thing

Alice hated masquerade balls.

She hated them with a passion. There was just something irritating about them... how those disgustings pigs, commonly referred to as men, often tried to lure her into bed; or how, every time she talked to women, their conversations would almost always end up in gossips about her family's riches that were acquired with bloody hands, and how they killed countless people under a single man's orders, not knowing the person they were talking to about it is part of said family. Yet despite her loathing for occasions like these, Alice would still have to attend, for it was the only way she could fraternize with others. Her family was shunned by society for being such a hideous and brutal one. But here, in masquerade balls, she can wear a mask and pretend to be someone else and mingle to her heart's content. Nobody would know it was a girl from a bloody household.

Once or twice, Alice had danced with a few nobilities she considered decent enough for her. Those who weren't pedophiles, she conversed with. Those who were purely sober, she'd bonded with. But it was way past midnight now and she had gotten bored of the ball. A woman can only take so much soulless dancing and meaningless political talks. Not to mention the rough mask that hid her face from bashers, was starting to irritate her sensitive porcelain skin.

With a forced smile, the young descendant of the country's most infamous household excused herself from the festivities and went to the garden. Truly, it was a beautiful garden. The flowers were in full bloom and the breeze was refreshing. Alice stretched, in a way that was very undignified. Yet she couldn't care less. Her muscles were sore from keeping up a flawlessly upright posture all this time, and she was bored beyond measure.

The itch on her face that was long there reached its peak, and Alice couldn't take it anymore. She moved to dispose her mask until a voice warned her, "It's rude to take off your mask in a ball like this."

It was a man's voice, smooth like the waves and light as the garden's breeze. Undoubtedly, it had belonged to a young man... a cool young man. But Alice despised people who dared talk to her so fondly. She swirled around to reprimand whoever it had been.

"I don't recall holding responsibility to oblige," she retorted, her prissy tone leaking with every syllable. One corner of the man's lips slowly curled upwards in an amused smirk.

"Then by all means, go embarrass yourself."

Alice scoffed with irritation. Who does this man think he is? Yes, it's true that taking off your mask is a big no in a masquerade ball, but--

Oh.

She suddenly felt like smacking her forehead. If she takes the accessory off, she's to reveal her identity. And no doubt receive countless ridicules. And Alice didn't want that, especially from a man like him. Her cheeks flushed in realization. Suddenly the girl wanted to keep it on and couldn't feel the itch anymore.

"You're from the infamous Bright household, aren't you? Alice Bright, if I'm correct; twin sister of Edgar Bright, the Jack of Hearts and known as the Gentle Demon." surprise mf

Alice took her time studying the man. How had he known about her? What gave it away? What had she done to inform him of her identity? Most of all, who is this bastard? He was handsome, without a doubt, even with a mask on; black hair and intense emerald eyes, containing a youthful aura, but at the same time holding himself with such composed regality. His body was carved to perfection. He wore a simple yet dazzling dark sapphire mask with round diamonds literring it, the suit on his body looking ridiculously expensive.

Dark and regal... only one name clicked in the girl's head: the popular and widely loved King of Spades.

"I take it you're King Ray Blackwell...?"

The man rolled his eyes distastefully at the attached title. But he made no move to deny his identity, something that's against tradition. 'How hypocritical,' Alice thought dryly.

"Forget the King part, it's too preppy for my tastes," he said. "Just Ray is fine."

Alice rose a thin eyebrow. For a king, Ray Blackwell was too casual. She's always depicted him as cold and dignified, with no intention of fooling around; just like the opposing King of Hearts. Yet here he was: the Black King himself who didn't give a horse's muck whether people found out about his identity or not, speaking informally as if he'd known Alice all their lives.

'Charming-- I mean, preposterous! Ghastly!'

Well... what can she say? It's her first time meeting a man like Ray; someone true to himself and didn't stumble foolishly in a vain attempt of becoming the perfect gentleman.

But no. In the Bright household, emotions were a mortal sin. It was the biggest crime. And Alice grew up all her life believing it.

Naturally, she ignored her fluttering heart.

"So," Alice walked around the garden with Ray. She hadn't even noticed how her irritation with him had suddenly faded after witnessing his genuine personality. "The King of Spades is a fan of balls, then?"

Ray snorted. "Heck no. What makes you think that just because I attend 'em, I like 'em? Isn't everyone only here for the sake of making connections?"

"Probably." Alice would be damned if she voiced her agreement. "And does that rule apply to you as well, sire?"

Ray gave the girl a disgusted look. She only blinked, urging him to voice out what took him aback.

"Okay. One, it doesn't. I'm just here to let loose for a bit. Second... Cut that formality out! It's creepy." "Why so? Do your soldiers not address you that way?"

Ray's green orbs took on a fond light, giving Alice the answer right away, as if his memories of his subordinates were all warm and cozy. One could tell he was a good leader and a true king by just a glance of that. And maybe, she thought, he was a brother, too; a brother to the rest of his army. Alice wondered how they treated each other... did they eat at the same table? Did they disregard ranks and fraternized comfortably? Was it like a home in the Black Army's headquarters?

"They address me as a king during official business, yes," he replied. "But we're just ourselves around one another for most of the time. Parties every week or so, lots of laughter and pranks... it's like a brotherhood."

The faintest trace of a smile ghosted the girl's lips. "It sounds lovely."

From there, it went on and on. Ray asked Alice what was her favorite animal, to which she replied cats for they were elegant and had the cutest little mewls; and much to her surprise, Ray shared her thoughts. She, in return, asked him what he thought about table etiquette, and he laughed at just how preppy Alice was being. Nevertheless, he answered her, saying "I think dining fancily's fine if serious stuff are going on, like funerals or oathtakings. It's a way of showing respect. But people shouldn't be judged by how they act at the table. In fact, class shouldn't even be a social judgement or something. 'Course, this is just my opinion. And I think table manners should be kept to a minimum. People deserve to enjoy their food and time without fear of being critiqued of how classy or polite they are. They should be able to be just themselves in a table, because after all, that honesty's bound to form really tight relationships real quick, no?"

A bit more of talking and before she even knew it, it had been past 3AM now. Alice never thought it would be so fun to converse with the king. He was honest and frank, yet still respectful and even funny. They shared a lot of opinions about several topics, and one's answer changed the perspective of the other. The Bright lady wished to the twinkling stars high above she'd get another chance at talking with Ray in the future.

Now, Alice knew she shouldn't be rooting for the opposition. Her household is a Red through and through. In fact, her brother's the Jack of Hearts himself! At the back of her head, the ever-obedient little prodigy of the Bright family screamed at her to get away and cut off all connections with Blackwell. 'What do you think you're doing?!' a part of her screeched.

But right now, she wasn't really a Bright. She was just Alice. Little ol' Alice, who came to a masquerade ball in hopes of being able to talk to whoever she wants without her status bothering her. And she wasn't ready to throw that away just yet, and return to her uptight lifestyle.

'Just not yet, please,' she pleaded with her own self.

Suddenly, a slow, hopeful, smooth tune took on. It was faint and distant, coming from the ballroom many yards away. Yet she and Ray both heard it, the melody carried by the wind to their ears, and Ray took the cue.

"May I have this dance, Alice?" He asked her, the gentlest, most handsome smile on his lips, offering her his hand, and the girl's heart skipped a beat.

Had it been any other man; a pretentious, try-hard fake gentleman or a drunk bastard, she would've slapped. But no... not this one. He was a bastard, yes, the feisty part of her claimed, but he was a good bastard. A modest, decent, alright bastard.

Alice let her face be lit up by a grin. It had been her first in so long. She placed her hand on top Ray's and they both started dancing to the slow, almost-romantic music, everything else fading and all they could feel was this blossoming warmth in their souls.

And long after the song was over, and all was said and done, they still remained in one another's embrace. Red and Black forgetting their blazing feud for even just a moment; even in just a masquerade ball. They're just Alice and Ray, each silently praying dawn never comes and they'd never have to say theeir goodbyes.

Alice giggled under her breath. She'd decided. Maybe masquerades aren't so bad after all.