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self indulgent babbling about my fucking oc and jordan as i try to figure some stuff out

Sick as fuck thinkin about Lettie Stuff. Having her grow up at the temple as a weird seemingly divine being was a super fun decision but also means I have to extrapolate and just straight up invent a Lot of things jbhuoihkbhujhkn Thus my tired mulling over how I see Jordan. I still don't really know, but I'm slowly putting an idea together. While I'm still struggling to make out the exact feelings on both ends (Mostly Jordan's. Hard to read motherfucker) I do think Lettie looks up to them a lot. Just. ... Not in the same way that everyone else does lmao. More thoughts under cut

He's aspirational in her eyes less as a figure of purity and more as an example of Incredible Terrifying Charisma and Influence over people. She really did learn from the best!!! (They even both have that weird thing where their smiles don't tend to reach their eyes, which wasn't intentional on my part at all but is weirdly cute in an unnerving way lmao. Family (????) Resemblance if you will.)

Jordan was probably like. An initiate or more probably (for my convenience) Freshly Cloistered when Bailey threw the lamb brat at the temple I'd think???? But based on their vibes maybe weirdly influential even then. Somehow seems a natural person to throw a magic seemingly heavensent sheep thing at. ... Plus, they just strike me as someone that has a Way with kids. Like to the extent that I can picture them being literally the SOLE person Lettie genuinely liked growing up, unnatural magnetism and all.

Unsure what the temple's feelings on Gender Stuff is, but in any case, Jordan might be the only one to know about Lettie's AGAB, also. Seems uh. Harder to gaslight than everyone else about that, especially with the relative closeness.

These dayssssss... relationship is probably complicated???? Even if they are still one of the only people she likes, the situation feels smothering and like a LOT of keeping of secrets from them (Like uhhh y'know. The fact that a good chunk of the other people at the temple are abusing her in a way that could be considered a bit 'sullying') and at least from Lettie's POV, an implicit assumption of extremely Conditional love. I like to imagine it's a genuine two-way kinda familial bond, but not always a great one lol. Like. Even at best, controlling as fuck, in the name of keeping her Pure and Safe. (That last one's somehow harder??? Sickly creature. Also she keeps getting concussions slipping on temple floors on accounts of the hooves :/ )

yeah. She wants them to be Proud of her but also wants to shake them by the neck until they Understand and also wants to be free of them and also wants to stay safe with them forever and it's a Lot.

I don't think Lettie is Sydney's biggest fan lmao. fuckin tattletale

i like how he acts scared/shocked and tries to stop you from eating the crafts only to quickly look away and shake his head in disapproval

something is happening at the stillwater....

@mcyt-yuri-week day 1 Sun/Moon awooga awooga (Aiko - Star/スター) (Lyrics TL)

(Yeah you're only gonna see GemPearl from me)

house, in wilson's office, trying to rile him up because he's bored: sorry i can't fuck you like we used to, bum leg and all

wilson, who has not looked up from his paperwork since house came in: love finds a way

house: (zeroes in on wilson like he can see through him) i never said anything about love

wilson, still unbothered: we've been friends for close to twenty years. usually when you know someone that long you start to pick things up about them

cue house leaving without another word and wilson smiling smugly to himself for his Mind Tricks

happy valentines day to me only

Bakugou asks you to join him during one of his photoshoots for a pro hero campaign. he doesn’t understand the point of it, nor why he has to only be in his underwear, but he doesn’t mind it much when he gets to look over to your shy little face.

you’re propped up in a corner on an old couch, laptop perched in your lap, its glare bright despite the way you never really look at it. you’re supposed to be catching up on some work, but you’ve been distracted by the glorious sight that is the love of your life.

when he looks at you, do you duck down, eyes suddenly focused on your screen again. it only makes him smile a little, step away from the assistant of the photographer who comes up to him, calls out your name.

“Huh?” your head whips up with a quickness neither of you expect, goes to show just how invested you really were with your work. but Bakugou only grins at you now, jerking his chin over to you as he grabs the bottle of oil the assistant was trying to pour over him.

“C’mere and gimme a hand, won’t ya?” he asks you, boyish smile gracing his face as he tilts his head at you. immediately, your face warms as you put together the request that’s suddenly dropped in your lap. everyone in the studio looks at you, with both envious and excited gazes, and it only makes you shrink in on yourself.

“I hate you.” you mutter under your breath when you finally rise up from your place on the couch, which he somehow hears. but Bakugou only laughs at you, grabs you by the waist when you’re close enough to kiss you breathless in front of everybody, before he’s handing off the oil to you.

“Such an attention whore,” you whisper when you’re close, the air between the two of you thick. everyone tries to look away, give you guys a bit of privacy, but it’s hard when such a soft and amused look passes over the usually rough and hardened hero’s face.

“Only for your attention.” he grunts back to you, holding his arms out for you to start dripping the oil down his skin. it’s a sensual gesture, the softness between you two sliding into something more, something that you only ever reserve for the bedroom.

you tip the bottle over his shoulders until it drips down his chest, massaging it all in with your hands in crude, circular motions. you can see the way he bites his lip, ignore the way he looks at you down the bridge of his nose lest you two create a scene not meant for the public eye. you gather more oil, warm it between your palms, kneeling in front of him to help massage it into the defined muscles of his stomach.

you ignore the twitch in front of you, swallowing thickly, glancing up to Bakugou who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you yet. you mouth at him to behave, but he only grins, something feral.

“We only need it above the waistband.” the photographer suddenly calls out, snapping you back to attention. you stand on shaky knees, nodding with your eyes casted low, ashamed, that your freak of a man had you doing something so…so—

“Go wait in my dressing room, yeah?” Bakugou asks you, pulling you in close to peck at the corner of your mouth. “Gonna wrap this shit up.” he promises you, and you can only nod silently, mind going a mile a minute. but before you go, you remember to grab the oil. just in case.

Jay Ferin kisses her homies goodnight

esp bc she’s the only older sister figure that they have left

original thief series basso & garrett :)

ngl, it's about quality over quantity for me. an npc can have a total of three minutes of screen time, but if they have a cool name, they can live rent free in my head and I'll spend several hours trying to decipher drawable features from a blurry screenshot of pixels

there is a vague hint of a story here, and that's because every time I try to play thi4f, I get incredibly frustrated with how Not Fun the game play is. like, is the story good? well. but it has a PLAGUE. that should've given it instant 'I'll replay this once a year' status in my heart, but the game play sucks so bad that I've never finished it. I can't believe Not Fun gameplay beat out my obsession with narrative plagues.

anyway, the idea is basically if the original era had a game with a plague centric narrative and some other stuff I liked out of thi4f thrown into a narrative blender, with a heavy dash of horror thrown in because some parts of the thief games were scarier to me than entire dedicated horror genre games.

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app

Them!!

Dreaming about them 🥰

i’m afraid of diving into good omens tumblr discourse but i just–i have to say

Aziraphale’s face. it’s. that is the expression of someone who does not want to be kissed, but knows it’s inevitable. though even more subtle than that, it’s the face of someone who does not want the thing to happen not because they don’t want it, but because they do, they really do, and yet it is not the way they wish it would be. Aziraphale knows something here. and he isn’t telling Crowley, nor us. he’s got some kind of higher pressure weighing down on him, forcing him to act against his nature and heart, forcing him to act against Crowley. he backs Crowley into a corner with his talk of joining Metatron in Heaven, and knows it. and that is what he wants, because that’s where he needs Crowley to be–away from him; but he pushes too strong, pushes Crowley to risk it all and end up cornering Aziraphale right back. all Aziraphale wanted, all he needed to do, was protect Crowley by breaking his heart and abandoning him, but you can’t undo 6,000 years of companionship without a miracle. it’s a failure.

whatever the Metatron told or did to Aziraphale that was hidden from us, it terrified him enough to make up a wobbly plan that could keep Crowley safe, if he would just go along with it. Aziraphale may have been strong enough, may have loved Crowley that much, to put his heart on the line and sacrifice himself if it meant Crowley could live on, but he underestimated Crowley’s love for him. underestimated Crowley’s courage and capacity for honesty.

the angel lied and the demon spoke his truth and everything crashed and failed.

and it is painful failure and remorse that i see on Aziraphale’s face.

it’s Please don’t ruin my attempt at saving you and Can’t you see what I’m trying to do and I’m sorry I’m breaking your heart but I have to if I want to keep you and To choose you I have to choose Heaven but I know you’re not seeing it that way and Crowley look at me I’m lying just go along and

Oh no, you believed me entirely too much, what have I done?

with the kiss, Crowley seals his fate as undeniably tied to Aziraphale’s. and Metatron will know.

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