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Itty bitty alpaca!! To go with the alpaca quilt, because I’m mailing it to my aunt and uncle next week and my aunt is so excited and said she’s going to send me some yarn (they run an alpaca farm. Also, I do not know if they know I still consider them my aunt and uncle? They’re my dad’s friends that as a little kid I decided were the coolest people ever because they had several dogs for me to play with, therefore they were family)
#crochet#handmade#itty bitty alpaca amigurumi#amigurumi#plushie#I just realized idk if they ever knew I called them aunt and uncle???#because most of the time when I saw them as a kid I was immediately diverted#to go play with the aforementioned dogs lol#to be clear they did not say ‘leave us alone and play with the dogs’ I was just like oh my gosh. dogs!!!#my little brother thought this uncle was our dad’s bio brother until he was like ten#anyway family is what you make it and my aunt and uncle are so cool and so nice#(this is not the only time I forcibly adopted adults into our family as a child)#(it’s like that thing about introverts make friends when extroverts adopt them but I was SO extroverted as a kid it was a little absurd)#(several honorary aunts. an honorary oldest sister. a hippie biker uncle once)
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thoughts on if suzaki somehow got adopted by oya????
i see him more as a suzuran guy i don’t actually think he’d fit into oya well unless he was having a Real Serious mental breakdown and they were the ones to help him out of it lol. i can see him being friends with at least fujio though and he knows that if anything happens to him at senomon he’ll have a safe place at oya
i have headcanons though 😭
oya!suzaki:
first he and amagai are Done in this scenario. they’ve split, it’s over. suzaki hates the way they went out, but what can he really do? where will he ever be wanted and needed again?
oya heard about it from their silly little intel guy and it’s just not right. no matter how they individually feel about senomon’s guard dog, he doesn’t deserve to be thrown out with the trash, not after everything he did for amagai. it’s this that drives fujio to extending a hand out for him.
did i mention suzaki would look hot as fuck in black? anyways.
a lot of the oya guys are probably pretty mistrustful of him. i mean, as expected, he did play an active role in abducting and almost killing their #2. i like to imagine fujio would trust him and prompt the others to treat him nicely which nobody really takes kindly to. it’s because of this that fujio might be the only person he’s willing to speak to properly. things do improve with time of course
strangely, of all people, tsukasa is quite fond of him. he’ll make conversation with suzaki too but suzaki is soooo awkward with him because of the aforementioned kidnapping thing
we saw in the movie that suzaki is Strong, like a one-man army, 3-on-1 kinda strong. having him definitely elevates oya’s fighting prowess. he’s a lot like the hope hill guys in the sense that from a very young age he’s had to learn to fight for himself and win a place away from the bottom to survive. without having to protect a useless crybaby, his full potential is unlocked and he essentially displaces fujio at the top. i mean did we watch the same movie? he took on todoroki and odajima at the same time and still had the ability to go against fujio and probably would’ve won if the power of friendship was on his side… or if amagai’s irritating ass didn’t wake the dead
he doesn’t replace fujio as the leader. his experiences with senomon and amagai have built immense loyalty within himself and this loyalty has projected onto fujio now. at his core, suzaki is built to serve and protect. he’ll protect fujio with all he has because fujio was kind to him when no one else was. he helps in defending fujio’s place, never steps beyond that
he doesn’t officially join any factions, he has a hard time with people and everyone’s still kinda scared of him. he mostly works alone and corresponds with fujio. still, despite not having anything to defend but himself, he’s always at the beck and call of tsukasa faction
speaking of todoroki he and suzaki do Not get along. their personalities just clash horribly but rather than conflict, the two just ignore each other unless they need to work together. i think they’d probably have some level of respect for each other and honestly they’re probably more alike than they believe themselves.
suzaki would look so good in black
hm… he’s also strangely nice to jamuo. jamuo is terrified of him but i think suzaki would find him quite interesting. he was never much of an intel guy, that was saboten’s job in senomon and he sucked at it, only ever really able to force information out through beating people up. he’ll absolutely defend jamuo from the people who like picking on him
when amagai actually does find out what suzaki’s been up to, he’s furious of course. but he doesn’t have his guard dog anymore and he’s just stuck with the absolutely useless senomon high students. amagai would absolutely feel like oya stole what’s his, even if he was the one to throw suzaki out in the first place. against what is probably smart, amagai goes directly to oya to find suzaki and confront him and take him back because suzaki was supposed to be a stray dog he wasn’t supposed to move on. amagai can’t stand that.
when he reaches oya, i think yasukiyo would be the ones to greet him 🤔 with a punch to the face. tsukasa handles amagai’s intrusion, telling him to get out before they show him what they do to intruders on their home turf. amagai demands to see suzaki but suzaki won't see him, hiding away within earshot. amagai calls him a coward and tells him it’s not over and that he’ll get back at suzaki somehow. i think oya would probably have their big realisation of what suzaki’s been through at that moment, listening to the way amagai speaks to him and threatens him, seeing the genuine sickness and fear on suzaki’s expression. suddenly, the guard dog looks more like an abandoned puppy.
he does come out as amagai leaves, telling him to leave oya alone. the people standing close to him can see the unbreakable suzaki ryo shake, can see how scared he is, but he defends fujio against the person who scarred him anyways
after that he gets along better with oya, they realise that despite their past, despite everything, suzaki’s loyalty rests with them
you know what? i said i didn’t see the vision so idk how i wrote this much and now i’ve low key kinda convinced myself? 😭 anyways i hope this is satisfactory!
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Just wanted to say thanks for "people from culturally Christian backgrounds" because that seems like a good way to phrase it, and I'm going to try to remember to use it when I'm talking about this sort of thing. (I try to not be a dick to people, when possible, and trauma's messy and complicated.) I'm sorry that some people are being horrible in this whole discussion, and I hope you are doing okay.
I'm doing fine! I really sympathize with most of the people involved in this tbh (except the outright antisemites of course lol) bc like I HAVE seen a lot of reactive and reductive and unkind blanket statements about this by some jumblr people in which they are condescendingly explaining other people's realities to them. Which is my LEAST favorite thing. Jumblr can also be really... umm, dog pile-y in a way that I find frustrating and unproductive. However. I think it's also fairly obvious that most of these reactions are trauma responses, and while that isn't an excuse it is an explanation and provides additional context that I do not feel is irrelevant. For jews we have constantly been told 'well simply stop being jewish' like all the time by everybody, often at gunpoint. So like, when I see nonjewish atheists assert that stuff jews are TELLING you they have gone through "literally never happens" that ALSO REALLY SUCKS. like so so bad. Cannot overstate how much that sucks. Cannot overstate how much it sucks to see ppl I sympathize with deeply wrt their mistrust and hatred of like, organized religious authority, align themselves with people who refer to jewish atheists as "religious nationalists" for refusing to divorce themselves from their ethnic backgrounds/culture/community/traditions. That rhetoric is Just antisemitism in a form that has been used to cause real and violent harm to us in living memory.
Also really alienated by the idea that one must be This Vitriolically Angry About Religion to "count" as an atheist. Like what? That is bonkers. I do not understand why the people making seemingly reasonable posts about "actually here's some interesting writings by people from Islamic cultures or majority Hindu cultures or orthodox jewish cultures outlining the ways that the authorities in these societies have used religion to cause harm on a systemic level" (objectively true) seem to be aligning themselves with people who are doing the SAME THING TO JEWS that they resent being done to them -- e.g. condescendingly explaining to us that our negative experiences with a certain type of atheists Don't Exist or Don't Count or cannot possibly be rooted in antisemitism.
I find the whole thing depressing and troubling. I don't tend to follow jumblr because of the aforementioned issues I have w it but this backlash seems to me to be disproportionate and really hateful in a way that... combines poorly with the increased antisemitic sentiments being lobbed at jews from all ideological sides recently. I wish we could all be more congizent of 1. the role trauma is playing here for everyone and 2. the inherent lack of productive discussion that can be had when two parties are simply Trauma Responsing at each other back and forth endlessly.
Then there's the people who just get super aggressive about people "believing fake things" but I'm not sure there's any help for them. Sure wish that the nonjewish atheists who are not like that would disavow them though! I certainly am more than happy to say "acknowledging a cultural/societal dynamic that privileges one religion and culture as default and that existing in thay culture might cause people to have unexamined assumptions about other religions and cultures" should not be weaponized against individual people in order to bully them by insisting they are a thing that they manifestly are not (atheists aren't Christians. The fact that atheists from Jewish backgrounds will have Jewishness shackled to them regardless of their degree of identification with Being A Jew is actually bad and a function of antisemitism; it is not an aspirational dynamic we should be applying to other people simply because their cultural background is privileged over our own in our society.)
Like can we stop talking past each other and try to understand where people are coming from
People are expressing a lot of hurt and anger about atrocities and systems of oppression that I ultimately feel are totally interconnected. Because of this hurt and anger most people are not being precise in their language or prioritizing connecting or actual dialogue about this and instead focusing on dogpiling and gotchas. It's discouraging.
I'm a secular humanist jew with complex feelings towards both jewishness and atheism as concepts and movements. I want to understand and connect with people based on our common ground.
This is I guess all me being a big baby who is unsuited to internet fights but this one specifically feels really hurtful to me because I feel like my reality is being ignored and denied. I suspect a lot of people are also feeling that way. Which might be a good place to START the discussion to be honest.
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Oversharing with 15 answers to 15 questions! Tagged by @paeonia-horse, thanks!
You know, some of these questions seem familiar. Maybe I answered this a while back? Maybe my answers will be different this time around.
Are you named after anyone? Yeah, I'm named after my great grandfather.
When was the last time you cried? Oooh jeez uh, I think there were probably a few moments here and there before the one I'm about to give where I teared up but I definitely cried at my best friend's brother's funeral just before Christmas.
Do you have kids? I don't but people ask me this often. Do I want kids? Not if it means having them with the life I'm currently living lmao.
What sports do you play/have you played? Willingly? Ah, I never really got in any particular sport. I've enjoyed casual running, and played squash with friends.
Do you use sarcasm? Not as much as I used to. It's started to feel mean, and also ineffective when sarcasm can't be read by certain people.
What is the first thing you notice about people? Face and friendliness?
What is your eye color? The colour of dry dirt.
Scary movies or happy endings? Are you trying to ask me if I prefer tragedy or comedy? The more optimistic one I suppose.
Any talents? I'm very good at flipping coins. Round and round it goes, how it lands? Nobody knows!
Where were you born? What are you? A security question? Anyway, I was born in the land of Mordor in the fires of Mount Doom, where the dark lord Sauron forged me in secret. And into me he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life.
What are your hobbies? Analyzing stuff as the brain goblins take over. Activism, I guess. Fantasizing about the creative projects I could do if I had the time or resources (Damn I even stopped playing video games in the past year). Also repairing whatever I can repair around the house. I spent two afternoons hyperfixating on getting my dad's espresso machine to work. And it did!
Do you have any pets? Dad's got a dog I've been taking care of.
How tall are you? What are you, a cop? Or one of those height measuring things in Shoppers to record the heights of shoplifters? Somewhere between 5'6 and 5'10.
Favorite subject in school? Geography and environment. Lo' and behold I kept going with that lol.
Dream job? Hard to answer this one. If I were to think about it in terms of "What invigorates me", I'd come up short. Got perpetual burnout, so it's probably a symptom of other things that have to be addressed somehow.
Maybe in a system that doesn't push you to exhaustion as much as possible, I think I'd like to be a repairperson, partly cause of the aforementioned hyperfixations that occur when wanting to figure out how to fix stuff. Either that or barista, again, in an idyllic world that with few terrible customers and sufficient resources and staff.
Tagging @jameshoppy, @allyooops, @acryweaver, @marvelandponder, and @jade-mod!
As Paeonia said, if you do chose to do this, take care not to make yourself vulnerable to password stealing
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A bit about me! I meant to do this for a while but Procrastination!
Hi I’m Violent I mean Violent I mean Violent I mean Violet I mean Violent I mean Violet Morningstar (but more on that later). I’m 16 and my birthday is in October. I have ADHD and Autism. I’m Asexual. My Myers-Briggs type is INTP and my Eneagram is four. I’m a Libra, but that means literally nothing.
I’m female, I use She and It pronouns, and I identify as a demon. I use the demonkin and fallen angelkin labels.
And now it’s later. I have quite an odd family life because, like several others here on Tumblr I have been adopted by @morningbloodystar because that just seems to be what he does.
So that’s my dad. Which makes @chloe-decker-lapd my sort of mom.
My irl mom is also on Tumblr. I won’t @ her, but in the event of an actual emergency, she’s cakeomatic.
My siblings, the best and only internet siblings (and exclusively online friends) I’ve ever had in order of age are;
@ask-eric-the-disposable-demon Eric Morningstar. I’m pretty sure that he’s closest in age to our dad (like, how big are the age gaps between angels anyway?) but whatever, he’s our brother. He can turn into a rabbit and multiply like them too (when did you guys get the “multiplying like rabbits” joke in Zootropolis?)
@e-w-w-morningstar Eddie W.W Morningstar, who is sometimes a termite and crawled out of the ground in the 18 something-somethings. He has several children including @jessica-woodson-morningstar , my favourite niece.
@janeway-lover Abby Morningstar. She’s “the sensible one”, and apparently she’s cool with that. Big sister energy. One of these days, she’s going to end up saving all of our asses. @urielwiththegoodhair’s partner. SIMPS.
@helphowdoiusethis Jay Morningstar. God of glitter, Quing of ducklings (almost wrote dicklings lol) and somehow an ancient entity of stardust with a traumatic backstory while also being about a year older than me.
Me. I accidentally turned into a demon. And now a cursed book called “Evil Wizardry for Beginners” won’t leave me alone. My familiar is @barrythebabyturnip.
@echosghoast Echo Morningstar. Chaos sibling supreme. The younger sibling I never had, and much less annoying than the one I actually do. Can’t wait to commit a crime with you lol.
@hivemindofevilbats Hive. Literally vampire bats.
@adam-n-dog Adam Young. Nearly caused the apocalypse that one time. Great at naming dogs. He has a dog named Dog. Good boy! Good hellhound!
Last but certainly not least, @three-surnames Trixie Espinosa Decker Morningstar. Awesome little sister? Yes. In complete denial about the nature of reality? Also yes.
Also more siblings?
@angel-and-the-serpent @fallen-starmaker @vans-ghost
Then there are my other relatives.
@the-almighty-lucifer Dad from another reality who’s decided that he’s our uncle.
@one-coming-is-enough The aforementioned Uncle J.
@god-in-the-basement said she’d be our weird aunt but I guess she’s our great aunt?
@g00brielandbeez my uncle and how do we feel about Titi? In Spanish tia and tio are aunt and uncle so that’s the combination and it works.
I’m going to list some fandoms I’m in now;
Good Omens
Discworld
Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel
Lucifer
Heaven’s Design Team
Certain literature like Paradise Lost, Dante’s Inferno and Lucifer (as in the 17th century Dutch play)
Obey Me!
Yes, I’m into theology. And mythology. I’m an atheistic Satanist btw.
I like reading, listening to music and drawing, but I haven’t felt very inspired lately. I also like identity theft cosplay.
Well, those are the facts about me, and if none of them make you hate me, then maybe we should hang out sometime!
Always up for shenanigans.
#violet yimlat#violet morningstar#about me#i love being harrassed with weird asks btw#e.w.w. morningstar#eric Morningstar#jay morningstar#abby morningstar#echo morningstar
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12, 2 & 23 for the ship you got into most recently?
Much as I would love to subject you guys to my latest rarepair hospital drama ship (go watch Transplant!), let's go with givenson from Justified.
2. Who wakes up early/Who sleeps in late?
It's canon that Tim wakes up at ass o'clock because of his time in the army but honestly I'd think that was true even if it was never mentioned. He just seems like a Morning Routine, I Wake Up Early Even On the Weekends type. Do you know how much you can get done if you get up two hours before work? So much, y'all.
I also think established relationship Tim is going to be less inclined to get ready ninja-quiet just because Raylan is sleeping. That drawer shutting or that shower running with the bathroom door open is Get the fuck up Raylan. I've been up for an hour already. I'm bored. Strong Anna-from-Frozen the sky's awake so I'm awake vibes. Strong cat vibes too.
12. Do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent?
So I really feel like they think they're fine when they're separated from each other, but other people are like, jesus christ who usually wrangles this man and where the fuck are they.
23. What are the defining characteristics of their relationship?
They have that sort of ready-made ride-or-die loyalty because of their job (and the fact that even though they talk so much shit, they each respect the other's ability to do it). "I took you downstairs" = "I'm on your side even when your side is such an incredibly dumb side to be on", lol.
Also, the aforementioned talking shit is crucial, whether to each other or - bonus points - when they gang up on someone else. It's a love language, y'all. I think I referred to it in some tags last night as Tim figuring out what all of Raylan's buttons are and keysmashing them delightedly, like the little dog chewing on the ear of the big dog. Play with me. Fucking precious.
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Shadow Au part 5
(Stuck in the Shadows With You)
This is the last bit that I’m going to upload to tumblr that’ll be kind of out of sync with what I’ve posted to ao3 but here’s the next part lol
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Macaque lets himself wallow for a few minutes before growling softly to himself. He slowly gets to his feet and scans over the room once before flicking his wrist and drawing into his magic.
Enough is enough, he decides. Fuck trying to preserve his magic; his shade can do whatever it wants – and if it wants to, it can sap the life out of Wukong for all he cares. He, on the other hand, can’t spend one more gods damned minute on this mountain, or he’s going to commit murder and atrocities, and maybe some unspecified felonies for kicks.
So, naturally, he leaves his shadow behind and portals into the demon undercity to commit murder and atrocities.
It doesn’t take long for him to catch whispering of both the demons who decided to try to kick his ass and the kid, who’d apparently been visiting the undercity every day to follow various leads and clues towards his harassers.
Macaque doesn’t bother tempering his grin as he bares his fangs at the demon underling who’d decided to try and get the jump on him the minute he portaled into the city, and the poor thing whimpers in fear as two of his shadow clones grab either arm of the dog demon.
“You gonna play nice and tell me where the rest of your buddies are hiding out?” He tilts his head and holds out his hand, gauging the terror in the dog demon’s eyes before letting a false purple flame dance across his palm.
“Or are we gonna have to do this the hard way?” Macaque lets the fire spark and pop next to the demon’s ear, and the demon yelps before barking out, “O-over by the warehouse district! We, we camped out in that old temple!”
Scoffing, Macaque dispels his illusions with a nod, and knees the dog in the nose, knocking him unconscious. He summons his spiked shadow cudgel, and weighs the weapon in his hands for a minute as he looks down at the slumped form in front of him before sighing, and letting the staff run through his fingers and turn back to shadows.
The kid is making him soft with all his misplaced trust.
He tries not to feel a swell of affection for the aforementioned kid and fails as his ears twitch and he catches the tail end of one of MK’s battle cries in the warehouse district of the city.
The monkey demon sneaks to the edge of the skirmish in time to see Red Son shoot a demon down with a bolt of fire shot from his fingertips, and MK nearly swoons at the sight, almost getting hit in the face while distracted by a lucky demon.
“Focus, Noodle Boy!” His nephew…is he still his nephew? Whatever, as Red Son snaps.
“You got it, Red!” MK winks at the demon, and angles his staff to chase after an escaping demon, only to get catapulted through a brick wall.
Macaque facepalms from the shadows. That’s Wukong’s kid alright.
“MK?” Red Son calls out, a twinge of nervousness to his normally confident voice.
“‘m fine.” A hand shoots up from amidst the rubble and forms a thumbs up before the rest of MK follows, looking a little worse for the wear, and covered in dust and debris.
“All right, I think we’re done for the day.” Red Son steps over to the clearly disoriented hero, and Macaque watches as his nephew leans down and hefts the kid out of the bricks.
The remaining conscious demons scamper away in various directions, and Macaque ignores the steady pain in his chest as he sends a shadow clone to tail them.
“What? Nooo. We gotta finish this up.” MK whines as he wraps his arms around Red Son’s neck.
“We can’t if you’re dead, mortal.” Red Son says with a tired tone, like this is an argument they have often.
“But… but what about Macaque? We’re allies. He needs help. I can do that! I can help him, and, and everybody!” MK slurs, his words even more difficult to discern from where he presses his bruised cheek into Red Son’s chest.
“I know, MK. But again, you can’t if you’re not alive. Let’s keep your head on your shoulders for at least another day, yeah? Why don’t you call Mei to pick us up?” Red Son sighs softly, a note of affection bleeding into his tone. Macaque blinks in surprise.
He’s seen Red Son have a myriad of crushes and flings throughout the years, but he’s never heard his nephew be so…soft. He shakes his head as MK fishes his phone out of his pocket, still clinging to Red Son.
“Meiiiii. Red Son is being mean. He says we can’t fight any more today…” MK whines into his cracked phone when the dragon girl picks up the instant the kid calls.
“What? Hit my head? Of course not!” The kid nervously sweats, and Red Son grabs for the phone at the lie, only for MK to put his hand over Red Son’s face and shove him away.
Red Son barely moves an inch, but is sufficiently distracted by the hand squashing his nose to make anymore attempts for the phone as MK continues to talk.
“No…No…yes…okay, listen, it was a brick wall this time, okay? I’ve only hit Sandy’s boat once; I don’t know why you keep bringing it up.”
“We’re not even in the harbor!”
“…yeah, good point. But no.”
“Okay, thaaaanks, Mei, love you, see you soon, bye.”
“She said she’ll be here in about…” MK looks at his phone as a loud roaring engine echoes through the streets and Mei’s white and green motorcycle, complete with a dragon themed side car, comes tearing out of the sky.
It lands with a bang, and cracks the pavement, sending Red Son, MK and Macaque bouncing into the air a solid six inches before everything settles.
“Now.” MK smiles as Mei takes her helmet off and shakes her hair out.
“You, Fire Boy, behind me. You, accident prone monkey; sidecar. I don’t wanna hear any arguing this time about who gets what seat. I just wanna get back to Pigsy’s and get your noggin checked out, okay?” She points to Red Son and then MK before she lifts the hero’s bangs and winces at the scrape and swelling.
Once the boys are left in capable hands, Macaque melts into the darkness of the alley and follows the thread of magic to his shadow clone deeper into the city.
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Part 4
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if the great library characters became animals, what would they be and why??
(I have seen your previous ask, it's epic, but my brain is currently refusing to answer it, apologies)
ok so, easiest first:
Wolfe
Crow.
Why? Because of 'Stormcrow', of course. Also:
They are fairly solitary, usually found alone or in pairs, although they may form occasional flocks.
Source RPSB website
Fun fact btw, Gandalf is referred to as Stormcrow, and this article has a lot of stuff about Gandalf being seen as a harbinger of chaos and destruction that works very well both for Wolfe's personal circumstances and his job confiscating originals.
Rather than wolf as an alternative, I could see Wolfe as a black panther (melanistic leopard).
Again, a loner animal, but this is more playing off Jess' obsession with pointing out that Wolfe is lean and athletic in physique (S&P has it like 3 times, other people say various things about Wolfe's size throughout the series).
Santi
Dog. Of some huge, imposing and loyal type. Suggest breeds for me in reblogs or something. Google informs me there is an Italian livestock guardian dog breed called Maremmano, so that'll do for now. Or a mastiff, maybe.
Jess
Ok so before I even think of anything at all - Thomas canonically compares Jess to an otter, in Sword and Pen. How very heterosexual of you, Thomas. So we have to consider this!
Other than that, thank you Thomas, I think Jess is a dog too, for how much he enjoys affection and the exercise of the High Garda Specifically a Jack Russell terrier (small, fearless, English in origin, incredibly persistent).
Jess himself might identify as a rat, as a fuck-you to both Dario and his father. The brown rat, which is actually apparently nicknamed "street rat" according to Wikipedia.
Note, the Wikipedia article on black rat gave me: "The black rat also has a scraggly coat of black fur, and is slightly smaller than the brown rat." paging @wheel-of-whimsy can you headcanon the Brightwell twins as these two rat types??
Khalila
I should really have put her first tbh, as the most solid one of all; I headcanon her as the blackfooted cat. It's one of the tiniest wildcat species, and it is known for being particularly fierce when it defends itself. Tiny predator Khalila. I will say no more.
Dario
Reluctantly, I'm actually going to call Dario a lion. Like, a lion who's bad at fighting. Royal associations obviously, needs a group around him to survive. Except he'd be bad at being the head of a pride for aforementioned fighting reason. Dario as Scar, is what I'm saying here. That or he's just a standard pampered housecat. Take your pick. (Note, the domestic cat is actually much more social than people think!)
Maybe he's a wasp. Stabby stabby, underappreciated lol.
Glain
Glain is a difficult one. Argh. Suggestions welcome. Soldier ant??? That seems unfair. Ink and Bone Glain is a bit of a honey badger tbh, but idk about later. Is she a lioness, actually?? Quite possibly. Part of a family team, killing machine.
Thomas
Thomas' two main traits are Big and Genius. (Yes I know there's obviously more to him than that but we're simplifying). Therefore he's an elephant.
Morgan
I know I always say this every time a personality/categorisation thing comes up, but god damn it Morgan is hard to do. Her entire arc imo, start to finish, is based around not wanting to be enslaved, ended up enslaved anyway, and then being a martyr. What does she enjoy doing? We don't know. What are her skills, hobbies, characteristics other than 'gets Jess' dick hard'?? Smoke and Iron and to a degree Sword and Pen does give us more insight into her, but only based around "How do I get out of this?"
OK, so creative, intelligent, ridiculously determined. Also magic powers. Idk. Grey parrot.
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face claims for random characters in. the book Ghost Story by Peter Straub from 1979 because i can !!!!!
Donald Wanderly- Michael Shannon
the beginning of the book reminded me a lot of the movie Midnight Special, which immediately cemented the character of Don (travelling with a mysterious child) as looking kind of like Michael shannon (a guy who travels with a mysterious child in the aforementioned movie).
Angie M. - Anne-Marie mostly
the aforementioned mysterious child! i thought of TWO black haired children but mostly I'm envisioning Anne-Marie from All Dogs Go to Heaven (her name has the same initials Come ON (subconsciously this is probably why i thought of her)). but i also thought of Cheryl from Silent Hill cuz of her pink clothes
Sears James- one of these guys
Edward Gorey or Peter Freuchen... Sears is described as "massive" with a bald head and an impressive beard. he also wears a black coat (i'm really caught on the coat here). neither of these r quite how i imagine him, but i did very specifically think of these photos (it;s the coat + beard combo).
Lewis Benedikt- Lon Chaney Jr.
not sure why i thought of this drawing of Larry in The Wolf Man by wormthing for this guy! Lewis is described as looking very good for his age, with a Cary Grant vibe that makes people think he should be an actor.
Stella Hawthorne- a person i know in real life so i'm not naming her or sharing her photo lol. u might run into my stella hawthorne faceclaim and never know
i wish i had a face in mind for her husband Ricky, but i can just rest easy knowing he is played by Fred Astaire in the movie adaptation
Anna Mostyn/Ann-Veronica Moore- Michelle from Strawberry Fields
i was 99% sure these were the same character & it turns out they kind of are but kind of aren't. Anna is in her 30s i think, & all i can remember about Ann-Veronica is that she has green eyes & is around the age of 18. but they're both this cartoon character from scrapped beatles movie strawberry fields
Gregory Bate- Conrad Veidt??
Gregory is described as being muscular, very beautiful, calm & charismatic with an underlying animalistic, seething malice. plus he has golden eyes. when i tried to envision his eyes, i thought of this shot in Eerie Tales where the light hits Conrad Veidt's eyes really strongly, so now it's kind of stuck even if this guy isn't the body type i would ascribe to an actor of greg. Greg is also very theatrical, which is fitting. side note he also wears a pea coat in some scenes which i'm pretty sure is what conrad is wearing up there SWAG
i wish i had a face claim for his younger brother Fenny but i have nothing :•( sorry boy. i guess it would b kinda funny if he was played by Jaeden Martell (who was also in Midnight Special) but i can't say that's how i envision him
Walt Hardesty- the sheriff guy from The Incredible Melting Man
what can i say they're both sheriffs......... the actor here is Michael Alldredge.
Elmer Scales- Horace Nebbercracker from Monster House
aww look at that first screenshot, he's so smitten :•) Elmer is described as having ears that stick out i think? I don't think he's very old so here's a pic of this guy when he's young. but at some point he starts looking worse & worse because he isn't sleeping or eating much.
ok that's all i got
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laszlo kreizler nsfw alphabet
so yeah this... Happened. the zemo version is coming soon, stay tuned! (probably tomorrow morning bc a bitch is tired lmao)
(gif credit to @lindir)
A = Aftercare.
Laszlo is such an aftercare king. He’s checking on you in every way he can think of: asking you if you feel alright, maybe massaging your hips if he had you in a weird position, offering you dinner or wine, maybe even a hot bath, if you’d like (and the bath would have special perfumed oils he had sent from Paris because Laszlo is SUCH a self care whore, he’s got soaps and perfumes out the wazoo).
B = Body Part.
His favorite part of yours are your breasts. No questions, hands down. He likes using your breasts as a pillow at night— just settling himself between your legs and resting his head on your tits is a dream he indulges in frequently. He also really loves seeing you in the new French-style of dresses that have a lower neckline, and, if you wear one of those dresses to dinner without telling him beforehand, he’s as good as gone. He’s staring the whole time and can only manage simple sentences.
C = Cum.
I think Laszlo likes to cum inside you, but he also wouldn’t mind cumming on your tits. If you’re on your knees, sucking him off, he’ll pull himself out of your mouth and almost rip your blouse in his haste to set your tits free before his orgasm rips through him. He only chooses to cum inside you if he can’t cum on your tits (for example, if you’re having slow, kissy sex and he can’t bear to leave your wet heat).
D = Dirty Secret.
Laszlo. Loves. To. Be. Degraded. From a psychological standpoint, he understands that his desire to be brought down and ridiculed is born from some sort of childhood trauma that DEFINITELY involves his father, but he just can’t help himself from getting so ridiculously turned on when you call him a dog for humping your leg while you try to sleep. Bonus points if you use his title while you do it: “Just like a little bitch in heat, aren’t you, Doctor Kreizler? You’re so aroused, you can hardly handle yourself. Are you too dumb to touch your own cock? Do you need me to do it? Oh, Doctor, what a dumb little thing you are.”
E = Experience.
Even Daniel himself has said that Laszlo has like NO experience. Laszlo got ZERO bitches (which I find hard to believe but ok whatever you say, writers of The Alienist), so, the first time y’all have sex, he’s more likely than not losing his virginity (let’s not get into the debate of “virginity is a social construct” because a.) IT IS and b.) Laszlo would lecture for hours about this). HOWEVER, these things come naturally to him. He is just Good In Bed. He figures it out very quickly, so, while you make fun of him for going a little stupid when he’s aroused, he makes up for it by bruising your cervix and apologizing later.
F = Favourite Positions.
Laszlo loves that soft, slow, kissy sex, so he’s into whatever position makes it possible for him to be inside you and to kiss you at the same time. Missionary is a go to, but sometimes he’ll have you sit on his desk and kiss your neck as he hikes your skirts up and fucks you all slow and nice.
G = Goofy.
Hardly ever? Laszlo is pretty serious most of the time, and the only time we ever see him Not Serious in the show is when he’s wasted after John’s bachelor party in season 2. So, maybe y’all went to dinner at Delmonico’s, then a ball for members of high society, and he had a little too much champagne and schnapps. He’s not like giggling and all, but his cheeks are red and he’s smiling more than usual, and calling you sweet names “Oh, mein Kätzchen” and “Meine kleine Prinzessin”. That’s Laszlo’s version of goofy.
H = Hair.
OK, my train of thought here is: LOOK AT THIS MAN’S BEARD. HIS BEARD IS NICE AS SHIT. If he treats his facial hair that good— regular trims, the beard oils we all know he uses, even if it isn't strictly canon— then his downstairs hair is nice too. Definitely soft, if maybe a little wiry sometimes (but tbh whose isn’t), and it’s a nice little cropping at the base of his cock. He also has a thin happy trail up his soft tummy, and a good amount on his chest (as we see in the show lol that much is canon).
I = Intimacy.
Laszlo is ALL ABOUT intimacy. You’ll know he’s in a ~mood~ because you’ll ask what’s being served at Delmonico’s that night, and Laszlo is like “I thought we might stay in tonight. John gave me his grandmother’s recipe for chicken soup”. He’ll light candles and pour you wine and play nice music on his gramophone, and he’ll romance you throughout dinner with little hand touches and sly smiles, until he’s kneeling in front of you and slowly kissing up your leg.
J = Jack-Off.
Honestly, he hardly does it. Of course, I’m sure he did it A LOT before he met you, but now he doesn’t need to pleasure himself anymore. He’s got you to do that. The only exception is if he has to travel for work and you can’t go with him. Even then, he’ll hold off until he absolutely can’t stand it, and then he’ll like read a letter you sent him or look at a sketch that John did of you while he whacks off; sometimes, he’ll just hold your letter to his face, and the faint trace of your perfume is enough to do the job.
K = Kink.
He likes impact play a lot (and perhaps a little roleplay wrapped up in it). On the rare occasion that his fucking is anything but soft and lovely, he’s gonna be hitting your ass and the backs of your thighs as you cling to him while he rails you stupid. Laszlo would try to hit your cheek, but he feels too bad when you wince at the pain of it. Spanking your tits is good to him too. His favorite though (and here’s where the roleplay comes in), is caning your ass. He’ll bend you over the desk in his home office and pull your skirts up past your hips, and he’ll make you count the amount of times his thick wooden cane connects with your soft asscheeks. The roleplay is, more often than not, you were his assistant who did something wrong and needed to be punished. If you miss one or forget to thank him accordingly “Thank you, sir”, he’ll focus the next hit on your thighs.
L = Location.
Either the bed or his desk. Laszlo is a little older (I don’t think we ever get an explicit age? But if we say he’s the same age as Daniel, then he’s 40 to 42-ish) so he can’t do it against a wall or anywhere too crazy (not to mention his right arm can hardly support much weight, so if he needs to hold you up, it’s probably not gonna happen). The bed is a special time for you two because of his arm; he’ll hold himself up with his left arm and rest his hand on your hip or wherever to give himself at least a little leverage. But the desk is usually easier because you can sit, or you can bend over and he can grab your hip.
M = Motivation.
He loves you and wants to worship you. It’s truly as simple as that. He loves you and thinks that you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, and he wants to show his reverence for you by making love to you.
N = No.
He can’t get into the role of “daddy”, nor can he call you “mommy”. Childhood trauma aside, he will be goddamned if Sigmund fucking Freud is correct about his bullshit Oedipus complex or whatever, so he just eliminates that whole thing entirely.
O = Oral.
He’s very good at it. He’s just… His lips are soft and his beard is good, and he’s not afraid to get a little messy with it. He’ll eat you out until he absolutely has to come up for air, and he’ll have a little bit of your wetness clinging to his mustache, but then he’s right back in it. His medical degree is also put to good use here because he remembers his female anatomy and he’s locked onto your clit the entire time. The first time you ever squirted, it was because Laszlo was nipping at your clit and sucking your wet little hole and pressing his thick fingers into you, and it was A Lot To Process, but you squirted and Laszlo came in his pants instantly because he’s like “I didn’t think women could actually do that… I thought that was a thing that penny novels made up”
P = Pace.
Again, he’s a little older, so he doesn’t fuck like some wild boy. He takes his time with you, touching you and caressing you and kissing you, and his pace is the same way. He’s slow and gentle, but has the capacity to go faster and harder if you ask for it.
Q = Quickie.
Hates them. Never. Never ever ever. If he can’t properly romance you and take his time with you, then what’s the point??
R = Risk.
Surprisingly, Laszlo is a little schemer, and he loves running a risk. He’s already looked down upon by other society members, so what’s the harm in squeezing your ass at a party? PERHAPS it’s inappropriate to get caught in a dark corner with your hand down his trousers and him kissing your neck, but it’s easy to blame it on the alcohol.
S = Stamina.
Once more, he is firmly middle aged, so he can do one round— maybe two, if he’s feeling particularly frisky. Usually, though, one is more than enough for both of you.
T = Toy.
HAVE YALL SEEN SEX TOYS FROM THE 1890S?? SHITS ARE SCARY. Laszlo does not like toys, but he understands their need for existing, so he may not like them but he tolerates them. That being said, he likes to watch you use them. LIke, he’ll sit in a chair by the bed and request you “put on a good show”, and he’ll watch you fall apart, and he’ll only come and touch you if you beg and plead for him to.
U = Unfair.
Mhm, so, in Laszlo’s mind, sex and pleasure are not just a give and take, it’s a two way street. They can (and often need to) coexist. He doesn’t like to initiate something if you won’t be able to reciprocate, so he’s not too into teasing or things. At the aforementioned parties, he’ll only goose your ass if he knows you’re 100% down for it.
V = Volume.
He’s fairly quiet. His mouth is usually really close to your ear, and you’re the only one who gets to hear his pretty little noises. The loudest he’ll be is when he’s come home after traveling and it’s felt like ages since he’s made love to you, he’s gonna come inside you, and his little gasp and moan are louder than usual.
W = Wild Card.
He is down to be tied up. He doesn’t like to tie you up, but if he’s the one being restrained, he’s all over it. It’s nothing too intense, just using a ribbon for your hair to tie his left hand to the headboard, not super tight but enough to make his fingers a little tingly, but he loves it. He loves the switch of the dynamic, how he’s fully at your mercy and you can use him however you please; usually, you just suck him off and ride him, but the endless possibilities get him hard as soon as you pull out the ribbon.
X = X-Ray.
Laszlo has Big Dick Energy, so he has to have a big dick. The best example of this sort of energy is in the very first episode after he goes and interviews Wolf, and comes to speak to Teddy, and Teddy is like “you interviewed the suspect? On whose authority??” and laszlo is like “Mine” like OH HIS DICK IS BIG I KNOW IT. He’s got an above average length and girth, but we know our man likes to eat, so some of his weight goes to his dick, so it’s like,,, He’s got a fat cock, sorry, I don’t make the rules
Y = Yearning.
Constantly. Neverending. He’s at work and he’ll catch a glimpse of a pastel drawing that you commissioned from John for Laszlo’s birthday that sits in a frame on his desk, and his heart starts to hurt from missing you. When he comes home, he’ll embrace you and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years, and he’ll want to hear all about your day. You have your doctor so whipped for you, and it’s a different kind of whipped than being pussy whipped. He’s, like, feelings whipped.
Z = ZZZ.
He’s a sleepy little baby after you guys finish. His eyes will be a little heavy and sticky as he’s cleaning up and caring for you (and you definitely coo at him “Oh, Las, you’re so sleepy!”) but when you’re both back in bed, our little man is circling his arm around your waist and nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder. He’s so soft and affectionate, and he’s out like a light when you kiss his forehead and tell him you love him.
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secret santa | kth x reader
secret santa | kim taehyung x reader
genre | bff2l, fluff
summary | What you thought was an ingenious plan to figure out the perfect gift for your secret santee turns out to take a whole bunch of wrong turns, but with the best outcomes.
rating | NC-17
word count | 6.2k words
warnings | some profanities (it’s like... once LOL), mentioned breakups, it’s Christmas in the context of a pandemic
a/n | Merry Christmas everybuddy 🎄✨ here is a lighthearted (or at least it was until i hit the 6am point of the night while writing slkdjflkjd) lil christmas gift to everyone, but mostly to myself LOL bcos I’m finally posting a fic about the one who owns my heart in its entirety 😌
Christmas without you would just not be Christmas at all
Bright mistletoes up above us, it’s just you and me
-- V, Snow Flower
“C’mon, ____,” Taehyung whines. He plops down on the couch next to you and puts his big, round eyes to good use, giving you the puppy dog eyes treatment.
Well too bad for Taehyung, having known him for the last decade has granted you immunity against his pouty antics. There’s a couple of things that Taehyung employs in a bid to get what he wants. First, he’ll whine. Next, he’ll attempt to reason it out with you… or as much as he can convincingly reason with the pout still laced thick in his tone. If that fails, he’ll try bargaining. And finally, if none of the aforementioned has managed to sway you, he’ll just pout in silence.
“That’s the thing about Secret Santas, Tae, they’re supposed to be, y’know, secret.”
“Well, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me who your santee is!” he exclaims, throwing his hands in the air.
There it is. Stage two.
You ignore him and return to scrolling through Amazon in what you hope is a nonchalant manner.
“What if I guess who it is?” he tries.
When you don’t reply, he continues, “Is it Hoseok?” He runs a hand through his golden locks in thought. “No, buying for Yoongi is easy because all he ever wants is practical things like planners. You wouldn’t need help with that. Hm… Is it Seokjin?”
He rambles on about different kitchenware that could make a good present for Jin, a ramble that would have been really helpful if only Jin were actually your secret santee.
Taehyung gasps and falls silent, shocking you into finally looking up from your phone. His already round eyes are even rounder, wide as they are in shock. A hand hovers over his mouth as he goes still.
Then, as suddenly as he had gasped, he relaxes into a laugh.
“For a moment, I thought your secret santee was me,” he says, chuckling. A jolt runs through you, and your breath hitches in a way that you pray is unnoticeable. “But you’re too shitty a liar to do that.”
“Hey!” You jab his side playfully and he yelps. “What do you mean? I’m a great liar.”
“That’s a blatant and unconvincing lie right there.”
You fold your arms and turn away.
“I know you’re not actually mad, ____,” comes his sing-song voice, crossing his arms behind his head and reclining into the couch.
Letting out another huff, you turn further away. So when he grabs your hands and pulls you to face him, it startles you a little.
His eyes search yours, and you can’t help yourself from stumbling into their depths. The seriousness in his gaze holds yours intently.
But just as you think he’s about to apologize, his eyes melt into little crescent moons as he grins. “So. Who’s your secret santee?”
His cry comes out muffled under the cushion you hit him with.
An exasperated groan leaves you the moment you close the front door. Tipping your head back to rest against the solid wood, you shut your eyes. You hear footsteps pad closer.
“I take it your plan didn’t succeed?” Irene says, leaning against the wall as she takes in your defeated stance.
“Nope,” you say, picking yourself back up and hanging up your scarf and coat. Your roommate’s still in the same fuzzy pyjamas she was in when you’d left for Tae’s earlier in the day, and honestly, she’s got the right idea. You’re ready to get back into jammies too.
A Lifetime movie plays in the background, and you’d be willing to bet your life’s savings -- not that there’s much when you’re but a struggling student -- that she’s got a mug of hot chocolate to accompany her.
“Another Christmas movie?” you scoff in mock disgust. “How are you not sick of them yet?”
“What else are we supposed to do during a quarantined Christmas?”
“Don’t kid yourself. You’d be doing this even without the quarantine.”
“Hey. If you detest it so much, I heard that Taehyung’s place has many vacant rooms right now.”
You roll your eyes. She got that information from you. Both his roommates were gone from the apartment for the time being, one went back home for the holidays and another had chosen to attend the entire semester from home since everything was online anyway, leaving Taehyung with the luxury of the entire apartment to himself.
Meanwhile, Irene was making full use of the ongoing situation to evade going back home for the holidays. Too much family drama to allow her to binge-watch her holiday flicks in peace, she’d said.
And you? It’s kinda awful, but you’ve chosen to remain in your apartment just slightly off-campus so that you could get a head start on your research for your thesis, the campus library’s offerings much more vast than the local neighborhood library of your small town hometown.
Upon hearing this, Taehyung had offered to stay to keep you company over the holidays. “We’ve spent every Christmas together ever since we were kids, Christmas would just feel too weird without you,” he’d said. “And then we can join the gang’s Zoom Christmas celebration together too! I heard that’s what Namjoon and Jin will be doing since they’re both in the city over Christmas.”
How you’d managed to keep yourself from melting into a puddle of goo at his casual selflessness was a real feat. Taehyung had always been close to his family, and often missed them intensely while you guys were miles apart from home each college semester. So for him to give up a trip back home so you could still have a piece of home with you over Christmas was not a small sacrifice.
“Hellooo?” Irene waves a hand in your face. You jump, jolted out of your thoughts. “Are you actually daydreaming about it? Ooh, staying over at your crush’s place with no one else around… saucy things could happen, ____.”
Although that wasn’t what you were thinking about, you still feel the heat rise to your cheeks at being caught daydreaming about Taehyung. Instead, you give a feeble excuse to get Irene off your back, “I’m just thinking about secret santa gifts again. Ugh, why’d I have to draw him of all people?!”
“Are you sure you aren’t overthinking this because of your feelings? How difficult is it to think of a gift for a guy you’ve been friends with since you were kids? What about his interests?”
“That’s real tough. His hobbies are so whimsical and oftentimes just impulsive. Remember the phase with the film camera? And then the short-lived violin phase? And the piano phase? The only outcome of that phase is him playing the Chopstick Waltz every single time we pass by a piano.”
“Well, what about something that’s been a constant in his life then through all the phases?”
You purse your lips in thought, weighing the thought. It’s not a bad suggestion, but what has been a constant for him all this time?
Coming up with naught, you sigh and turn to head to your room. “I’ll think about it while I get changed back into my jammies.”
When you described Taehyung’s ideas and interests as being whimsical and oftentimes impulsive, this is exactly what you meant.
“Tae, I don’t think it’s gonna fit. Why’d you get such a big one?”
“You just have to believe, ____. We just need faith, trust, and- well actually, maybe just faith and a really good, hard thrust.”
“I feel like there’s so many that’s what she said jokes to be made here.”
“Wasting your energy on that line of thinking is the reason why we haven’t gotten this christmas tree through the door yet.”
With one more solid push, the widest part of the tree finally makes it through the narrow doorway of Taehyung’s apartment, and the two of you go stumbling forward with the extra momentum.
“We did it!” he exclaims, wrapping you up in a hug. “You believed!”
Internally cursing yourself for the way your heart has the audacity to stutter at his touch. The hug is nothing- the warmth that seeps from his body to yours is familiar because hugs are nothing special in your friendship. Even in your grade school memories, Taehyung had always been a tactile person, giving out hugs generously and demanding them in return by simply throwing himself at people to be received in an embrace, coerced or not. As you and your peers grew older, Taehyung became more aware and withheld himself from his sudden hug attacks, especially towards the other girls. But not you. He felt no need to skirt around things with you, and you found a quiet hum of satisfaction in knowing that Taehyung could be his tactile self with you. Hugs were just an expression of your friendship. Nothing more.
That is, until you wanted them to be more.
You shake the thought away. You’ve dealt with this successfully for more than a year now and you can continue on.
Taehyung loosens his hold but keeps his arms around you, leaning back to look at you. The soft puffs in his cheeks and the light creases around his eyes as they bunch up in happiness are just some of the little things you adore about him. The contentment practically radiates off of him. It’s just like him to get this excited over a christmas tree.
“Shall we get to setting it up?” you ask and he nods, releasing you completely then to get to work.
After the two of you find the perfect spot, situating the tree in the corner of the living room by the windows and in reach of a power socket, you grab the bag of decorations.
The oddly small and light bag of decorations.
“Tae?” you ask, pulling out the single box of baubles. “Is this all you got?”
Grinning sheepishly, he nods. “I didn’t have much left for decorations after I chose the tree.”
“Why’d you choose such a big tree then?”
“What’s the point of getting a tiny tree? It’s only nice and festive if it’s large!” he exclaims.
“Well, what’s the point of getting a big tree that will be bare except for six baubles, Tae?!”
“I was thinking we could improvise the decorations.”
You quirk an eyebrow. “Improvise?”
“Yeah, like- wait,” he says, running to his bedroom. His voice floats over from the narrow corridor, “just hang on!”
After a little rustling and rummaging, Taehyung emerges with two shoeboxes and a few scarves thrown over his shoulders. Grabbing one of the shoeboxes from him, you open it to reveal a bunch of keychains. Souvenirs from his friends’ travels and some of his own too. In there, you recognize an eiffel tower keychain you gifted him after your family’s holiday to France.
“Here, look!” He grabs a few and begins hanging them on the tree. “Decorations!”
You laugh. It’s a classic Taehyung move, and honestly it doesn’t look half bad. Picking a few keychains of your own from the box, you join him in placing them around the tree.
“What are you going to do about the tree topper?” you ask.
He smirks. “I’ve already got that all figured out.” Unboxing the second shoebox to reveal his collection of polaroid photos, he rifles around till he finds the photo he wants. Brandishing the polaroid of Yeontan, he grins. “Both an angel and a star. Perfect.”
You can't argue with that logic, and you say as much before vacating the step stool so he can clip the polaroid to the top of the tree with a wooden peg. Eyeing the pile of scarves on the couch, you ask, “What about the scarves?”
“Scarves? You mean ribbons?” he says, and begins draping them across the tree. You giggle and reach for one. The soft material is plush, caressing your skin as you run your fingers over the material. It's much nicer than the other scarves, you notice, and way too nice to be stuck on a christmas tree.
“Hey,” you say, “isn’t this cashmere? Are you sure you want such a nice sweater on your tree?”
Taehyung shrugs. “It was a gift from my ex. It’s not like I’m going to wear it anymore.”
His ex. The words hit you like a punch to your gut.
Taehyung's ex, Samantha, was a pleasant person to be around, easygoing and bubbly with a sunny personality that matched him well. At least, from what you could tell based off the first two months of their relationship that you got to witness firsthand. You're not quite sure who exactly initiated the distance -- whether it was from your own courtesy that you gave them space, or whether Samantha had, directly or indirectly, requested for it -- the memories were all too foggy by now.
What you do remember is that one moment they were happy together, and the next they were broken up, the relationship lasting just a little over six months. Taehyung never spoke much about it and when you did probe, he would brush it off with scant excuses that they just figured they weren't compatible after all.
That had been some time in the spring. Briefly, you wonder how many wears the scarf had gotten, and how much sentimental value it held. The quality of the material hinted towards a relationship that had been going strong.
Yet, you muse over it as you drape the luxurious material over the prickly christmas tree, Taehyung brushed it off with such brashness that spoke otherwise.
“Hey,” Taehyung breaks the silence that has fallen between you, clearing his throat in a self-conscious manner as if he’s feeling guilty over the awkward turn that the conversation had taken. You look at him, half-hidden behind the tree pines, his eyes pensive. Maybe he’ll finally open up about the relationship -- it’s been eight months after all. But then he flashes his usual elfin grin. “Any luck with your secret santee gift yet?”
You groan, partly because no, you’re still clueless and stuck on what to get him, and partly because he’s once again evaded the topic of his ex.
The incessant buzzing of your phone gets ignored, vibrating almost violently in its spot on the tinyass coffee table next to your feet which you’ve kicked up ever so demurely. The consecutive, rapid-fire notifications can only be from an overly enthusiastic Taehyung.
Irene nudges foot with her own socked one. “Aren’t you gonna check your phone? I can pause the movie if you want.”
“Nah, I’ve watched Home Alone enough times to not care about missing anything. And it’s probably just Tae being all excited about secret santa gift suggestions.”
“Ooh, how’s that going? Finally got him to spill what he might want?”
An exasperated sigh escapes you. “No, he’s sending me individualized suggestions for everyone that are so well thought out and personalized that I can’t get them for anyone else.”
Grabbing your still-buzzing phone, you flick through your texts. Just as you’d predicted, Tae’s sent you a bunch of Christmas socks he found on Amazon that he thinks would make a good addition to Jin’s collection of festive socks, a set of really nice paints that would pair well with Yoongi’s newfound interest in painting, and an anthology of time-travel short stories that he thinks would fascinate Namjoon.
“Hm, d’you think he’s called your bluff? Intentionally sending you suggestions that wouldn’t be helpful?”
You shake your head, frowning. “Tae’s not like that. Honestly, it was just a bad move on my part, hoping that he would give some generic gift suggestion that would let slip what he really wants. Tae is too thoughtful to get people generic gifts. He puts his heart and soul into the presents he buys for others.”
Reaching over, Irene pinches your cheek lightly as she coos at you, “Awww, you’re so in love with him. I can feel the cavities forming.”
“Pretty sure those are from the hot chocolate with extra marshmallows you love so much,” you say, tipping your chin in a gesture to the mug in her hands.
Irene sticks her tongue out and takes an extra large sip in typical defiance.
As much as you mock Irene for her love for Lifetime holiday movies and hot chocolate, you do have to admit that there’s a certain appeal to it. Curled up on the lumpy couch in Taehyung’s apartment, cupping the hot beverage in your hands, even the uneven lumpiness of the cheap piece of furniture begins to feel comfortable.
The entire room is dark, save for the glow of the television. Taehyung has always insisted that this is the best way to watch movies. Maybe it’s a good thing your makeshift decorations on the christmas tree -- still standing proudly in the corner of the room -- didn’t include christmas lights after all.
Outside, the snowfall has gotten pretty intense, the temperature dipping significantly compared to the previous few days. It is well and truly winter, the cold showing no mercy to anyone who wasn’t prepared for it. You’re thankful to be inside and with a nice hot drink.
But as the film runs on, you get so engrossed in the plot that you don’t even realize you’ve finished your drink till you drain the last of it. Oh.
Looking over at Taehyung, you could always request for more and you know he’d be more than happy to make you another cup. But the movie is at its climax and the way his eyes are glued to the screen, his mouth slightly agape with how invested he is in the film, you can’t bring yourself to interrupt him now. So you try to ignore the way the cold begins nipping at your fingertips.
Soon enough though, the once warm mug that was a pleasant source of heat became stiff cold ceramic between your equally stiff fingers. Scrunching your toes, you wish you’d thought to bring an extra pair of socks over, especially when you think about the pair of socks you’d stuffed into your boots, soggy and cold with melted ice. A shiver runs through you at the thought.
“Are you cold?” Taehyung asks, and you jump. You didn’t realize he’d noticed.
“Yeah, a little.”
He pouts. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? C’mere,” he says, and lifts the edge of his blanket, revealing his plaid pants and sweatshirt combination.
Crawling in quickly, you tell yourself that you’re only complying because you know he’ll put up a fight if you don’t, and you don’t want the cold air getting into the cocoon of warmth he’s created with his blanket. Not because you’re excited to snuggle up with Tae. Definitely not. But now that you’re here, you may as well make the most of it, you figure.
Taehyung yelps as you press your icy toes to his warm thigh. Your arms wind their way around him, desperately seeking out the warmth of his body heat. Nuzzling lightly into the crook of his neck, you sigh, finally getting some relief from the cold.
The tiniest of groans escapes him. Then, a tight gasp. Stiffening, you peer up at Taehyung carefully.
He’s turned to look at you too, his attention that was once rapt by the movie now focused directly on you with equal intensity. Nervous energy accumulates within you and your heart rate skyrockets, now keenly aware of every hard plane of his body against yours. The logical part of you regrets the way you launched yourself at him and gave no regards for personal space. But you’re only dimly aware of that. The part of you that just wants Taehyung, the part that you’ve kept under lock and key, now fights against the restraints you’ve tied yourself into, unravelling you. You gnaw at your lip unsurely, and you watch as Taehyung’s gaze drops to your lips, heavy-lidded as they linger there, then darting back up to meet yours head-on.
The hand that he has on your hip grips you a little tighter, and you clutch the front of his sweatshirt in response. Your heart is pounding now, and the headiness of it all makes you feel swirly. Is he leaning clo-
Slam!
Both of you jump. The noise from the film startles you both, and you accidentally head butt Taehyung’s chin in the midst of it. He yelps in pain.
“I’m so sorry!” You frantically rub the spot to soothe it. “Are you ok?”
He laughs it off in his usual carefree manner. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“You sure? It doesn’t hurt?”
“It’ll be fine in a bit,” he says, pulling you into his chest, his warmth emanating from his chest to your back in a comforting manner. “Let’s continue watching the movie.”
With his arms wound around you, you wonder if he can feel the way your heartbeat continues to beat erratically. If he does, he says nothing about it. And underneath you, you can feel clearly how his heartbeat matches yours in its stuttering pace. But you say nothing about it. Not for the duration of the movie, not when it ends, not when you stand to leave, and not when he wishes you goodnight at the door.
The next day, you wake up with thoughts of yesterday sending your mind into a spiralling whirlpool. You decide it’s time to make an emergency call.
Also, it’s five days to Christmas and you still haven’t thought of a suitable gift for Taehyung.
“Hello?” comes a chirpy voice over the line.
“Jiminie!”
“____! What’s up?”
“Listen, I need your help. It’s about the secret santa thing.”
“What about it?”
“I need a suggestion for a gift for your best friend.”
Jimin chuckles. “Isn’t he also your best friend?”
“Well, yes, but…”
You take him through your original plan to covertly ask Taehyung what he would like by asking what would make a good gift, and how it got completely derailed, to which Jimin just laughed. And then your discussion with Irene on finding something that has been a constant in his life. Since you’re on the phone with Jimin, you take the chance to rant about your annoyance with yourself at not foreseeing Taehyung’s thoughtfulness and the personalized gift suggestions that he’s been giving you.
“____,” Jimin interrupts you mid-rant. “The answer is right in front of you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Maybe your plan didn’t really fail. If Tae is suggesting personalized gifts, then…” he trails off meaningfully.
You gasp. “Oh. You’re absolutely right, Jimin, you genius!”
“This was your own plan, ____.” He chuckles. “Now as for what has been constant in his life… Do you really not realize?”
Oh.
“Jimin, you’re a genius, y’know that?”
“So I’ve been telling everyone.”
“Ok, I gotta go now,” you say, excitement zipping through you as your mind fills abuzz with different ideas now that Jimin has set you on the path.
“Seeya on the 25th, you dork.”
“See you!”
Belatedly, you realize you missed out on telling Jimin about what had happened the day prior. But you shrug it off, figuring that you could tell him about it another time.
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But as it turns out, you don’t. The hectic rush of preparations for Christmas keep you and your friends so busy, you’re thankful everyone’s blocked out Christmas night for each other or you’d just miss each other completely otherwise.
Days on from the eventful movie night you had with Taehyung, the distance has already caused the memories of the night to go slightly fuzzy. You wonder if it had really even happened, or if you were just overthinking everything as per usual.
And since Taehyung never brought it up, your friendship carrying on in the easy status quo, it was simple enough to chalk it up to your own imagination.
The rush towards Christmas keeps itself up even till Christmas day itself. You’re huffing a little as you squeeze yourself and your grocery bags through the doorway of Taehyung’s apartment. The lopsided feeling of your beanie sitting askew on your head is just one part of your disheveled state right now.
“Tae!” You set the bags down and replace the spare key in its hiding place. “I’m here!”
He comes bursting out of his room and running over to help you with the bags. “Is it time to bake?” His tone is bright and shimmering with anticipation. Baking Christmas cookies with each other’s families was a tradition the two of you grew up with, and a tradition you both intended to keep even while away from your hometown.
Pulling the cookie cutters out of the bag, you wave them with a grin. “Shall we? We still have to prepare dinner after this and make sure we log onto Zoom on time too.”
The afternoon is filled with a flurry of flour and butter and sugar, cookie cutters and oven mitts, and a whole lot of messy icing. You pipe out a beautiful blue and white star, if you do say so yourself, taking pride in the baking skills you’ve honed over the past twenty years. Meanwhile, Taehyung scribbles Yeontan on a star-shaped cookie of his own. He adds this to his collection of alien cookies and rabbits on the moon.
When you’re both done decorating and the icing is left to set, you get to work on dinner. It’s a simple affair, just some mashed potatoes that you set Taehyung to work on, some lightly roasted veggies, and a rotisserie chicken from the supermarket in place of the usual Christmas turkey your families would normally have.
Grabbing plates to serve up your dinner, you can hear the chorus of hellos from the living room as Taehyung sets up his laptop to join the Zoom call. It fills you with a warmth you didn’t know you were missing, the cacophony of noise from your friends still as familiar as it always is even though it’s filtered through the speakers on the laptop. If anything, it may even be more chaotic than ever, with everyone speaking over each other, the social cues becoming even harder to read over the virtual platform.
When you finally enter the room with your two plates, the noise only gets louder, everyone shouting to greet you. You say a quick hi and slip back into the kitchen to get the tray of cookies to show off to the rest over the webcam.
You take your place next to Taehyung, seating yourself next to him in a similar cross-legged position, your knees knocking together as you both squeeze to get into frame together. Memories of the movie night come back to you, but Taehyung seems unfazed. Feigning calmness, you try to focus on the ongoing exchange instead.
The conversation drives itself, years of friendship and months spent apart from each other fuelling the chatter. With small talk on how Christmas day was for everyone, quick catch-ups on how everyone’s doing, inside jokes and references to shared experiences of the past, the atmosphere feels just like that one year you all went on a camping trip together and sat around the bonfire on the final night, swapping stories and jokes in a breezy fashion.
Just as the conversation slips into an easy placidity, Hoseok suggests you all move on to the secret santa bit of the night.
That’s when you gasp. Amidst the manic pace of the day and its activities, you’d forgotten to retrieve your present from where you’d stowed it in your apartment. In the same way that you treated Taehyung’s apartment like your own, so was your apartment to him. Taehyung could walk into your apartment any moment, whether you were present or not, and you needed to find a good secret place for your present. Stashing your prepared present in an unused cupboard in the kitchen, you remember commending yourself for having found such a great hiding spot. Turns out, it was so excellently hidden that even you had forgotten about it till this very moment.
But your internal struggle and the guilt that plagued you went unbeknownst to the rest, each taking turns to open their presents. A whole range of reactions and sound effects went on, Hoseok thanking Taehyung for his gifted sunglasses with such sincerity that transcended the boundaries of the webcam and screen. Yoongi had bought Jin a new fishing reel, and the boys were in the midst of discussing their next fishing trip.
But it was Namjoon’s reaction and the chaos that ensued that truly had you relaxing a little from your anxious-frustrated-guilty state.
“Snacks? And wet wipes?” Namjoon’s expression is incredulous as he pulls the items out of the brown paper bag. “Who’s giving me all these freebies?!”
“FREEBIES?!” Next to Namjoon, Jin smacks the table, causing him to jump. “I’ll have you know that those snacks were selected after careful observation, and I even went so far as to scout out for the specific brand you like and some even required shipping from elsewhere because the grocery stores near us didn’t stock it, and I got you wet wipes because you’re always spilling things, or maybe you could use them after you’re done snacking while on the go, but you still have the AUDACITY to call it FREEBIES?!”
At the sight of Jin gone red in the face, the snickers that the rest of you had been holding in came bursting out.
“Ok, I think we’re the last two to open our gifts,” Taehyung says, reading the room and moving on quickly before Jin could get even more agitated. “____, this is yours from your secret santa.”
Ripping open the wrapping paper swiftly, you find a brown leather-bound journal with your initials embossed on them in gold.
“Oh! This is beautiful,” you gush. “And since we’re the last two, this must be from Jimin!”
Even through the screen, the sight of your friend’s smile, eyes all scrunched up with the sincerity of it, has your heart swelling.
“And that means… that I’m your secret santee!” Taehyung gasps. “No way. And this whole time I was calling you a bad liar.”
He rambles on, explaining to the rest about your sly method of attempting to discreetly ask him what he might like for Christmas. The whole time, you’re chewing on your lip, trying to find the right moment to interject and explain what’s happened.
“Ok! So,” Taehyung finally pauses, looking at you expectantly, “I’m ready for my present!” His hands are cupped and ready to receive the present… that will not make it to him tonight.
You place your hands in his, lowering them gently and taking in his obvious confusion. “I’m so sorry, Tae, I left your present back at home. I promise I’ll bring it over tomorrow! Or you can come over after this to grab it if you want.”
“Oh,” he says, puppy dog pout hitting you full-force with guilt. “But I still want a gift now, so…”
Grasping your hands that are still in his, he tugs you forward into his chest, and plants a soft kiss on your lips.
Silence. Both from your brain, and from everyone around.
It lasts for two seconds -- your group of friends has never found it easy to shut up after all -- and then it’s an eruption, pulling you back to the reality that the two of you are not alone.
You can hear Jungkook screaming, “GROSS!” and Namjoon yelling in confusion. But Jimin’s tinkling laughter, filled with unmistakable joy, cuts through the noise along with a raspily muttered, “It’s about fucking time.” from Yoongi.
In the background, you hear Jungkook asking, “Waaaait, so does this mean that Seokjin has to give Namjoon a kiss now too?” and Jin’s immediate, “NO!”
The noise jump starts your brain back into motion. You attempt to pull away from Taehyung, highly aware that your friends are subject to witnessing all of this, but he tugs you back, anchoring you to him with an arm wrapped firmly around your waist. The laughter from the laptop speakers turns into cries of outrage and then an abrupt return to silence with a click, and you realize that Taehyung must have closed his laptop, ending the Zoom call.
Looping your arms around Taehyung’s shoulders, you begin to respond to his kiss, eyelids fluttering closed. It’s new, it’s electrifying. But it’s also like something deep inside has finally clicked, like you’ve finally arrived. You’re home.
“Did you know?” you ask. “About me having feelings for you?”
“Yeah,” Taehyung admits. Heat rises to your cheeks at that, and you hide your face in his chest. Now that you don’t have to be seated on the floor to be in frame for the Zoom call, the two of you opted to move to the lumpy but still much more comfortable couch.
The gentle strokes of his hand in your hair is familiar and comforting, reminding you of the infinite patience he’s always shown to you. It’s a reminder that this is Taehyung. The boy you grew up with through thick and thin. Your best friend. And that gives you the boldness to continue despite your embarrassment.
“How? And when?”
“Honestly,” he trails off slightly, in thought, “I think it was Samantha who made me realize it.”
A pang of jealousy hits you. But you’re immediately wondering if it’s even warranted, now that you guys are… Well, what exactly are you? You make a mental note to clarify that.
“She was jealous, y’know,” he continues. “Didn’t want to say it at first, and tried to put up with it because she understood that our friendship is not something she could just expect me to give up.
“But it got to a point where things just couldn’t go on any longer. What she initially saw as discomfort that she would learn to overcome with time, soon became an awareness that the two of us were crossing the line of just friends, even if we hadn’t realized it at the time.”
Taehyung sighs, causing you to look at him. He smiles down at you, and skims your cheek with his thumb affectionately. “Maybe it’s because you’ve been here by my side all my life, that it was such a gradual thing and neither of us really realized it.”
“Yeah,” you mumble. “It was only after you began dating her that I realized how not okay with that I was. I thought it was just me being the possessive best friend trying to get used to having to share you. But then I realized I didn’t just want my best friend back. I wanted what she had.”
Swallowing hard, you remember the bitterness of the jealousy you felt back then, and that still recurs from time to time.
“What about you then? How did you come to recognize your feelings?” you ask.
“Samantha made me face up to them.” There’s a faraway look in his eyes. “One day she laid it all out, about us being more than just friends. And when I denied it, she asked me, would I choose you over her if I were forced into making that decision. The answer very nearly rolled straight off my tongue. And that was when I knew.”
“Is that why you broke up?” you ask. Taehyung nods. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, you silly girl.” He boops you on the nose. “I’m just thankful that Samantha was as understanding as she was about it. I think that’s why it took me a long time to get over it -- knowing that I’d hurt someone as wonderful as she is with my own blind ignorance.”
“And you too,” he says, leaning down to lay a soft peck on your lips. “I hated knowing that I’d hurt you because of my lack of awareness of my own feelings. That’s why I had to take my time this time around, to make sure that I know for sure.”
“Do you know for sure now?”
“Yes,” he says, holding your gaze with seriousness that has you swimming in its depths. “I’m yours now. Purely and fully.”
When you returned to your apartment the next morning, Irene was waiting to grill you on your whereabouts. It didn’t escape her notice that you hadn’t come back to the apartment the previous night, and she joked about how the vacant rooms in Taehyung’s apartment probably didn’t matter because you could always spend the night sharing his bed anyway.
And when you, blushing madly but holding your own nonetheless, informed her that she was right, well, you should have anticipated her squeals of excitement. “Tell me everything!” she had demanded.
You also should have anticipated the endless teasing that she would put the two of you through, especially in the Christmas season. After a trip out to the stores, finally taking a break from her Lifetime holiday movies marathon, she’d returned with copious amounts of mistletoe to hang all around the apartment, insisting the two of you make up for lost time.
But what Irene doesn’t need to know is just how much the two of you agree with her. Stealing a tiny sprig of mistletoe from around the house -- there’s so much that she wouldn’t even notice anyway -- you pack it into one of the clear baubles you’d bought for Taehyung’s Christmas present, nestling it into the box alongside the other clear baubles that were customized with pictures of the two of you.
#ficswithluv#bangtanhq#btswriterscollective#bangtanarmynet#btswritingcafe#bangtanfairygarden#btsbookclub#btswritersguild#taehyung x reader#taehyung fic#taehyung oneshot#bts x reader#bts fic#bts oneshot
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Hello. I guess my first ask ever goes to you?
I found your tumblr thru looking up stuff in the male corrin tag bc:
I dabble in smash bros (read: I am effing terrible at smash bros because I just started playing a few months ago),
I recently found out that this random character is not only has DRAGON powers but also has both male and female forms, thus making me
intrigued. I am very, very intrigued about this Corrin fellow. (and I like their male form a tad more than their female form too)
So, since I saw a post that you made over two years ago about this character indicating you found out about then thru smash too, I'm wondering if you have any recommendations about finding out more about them. Because I've been looking at it for a few hours now and I'm mostly just confused.
Note: I know nothing about Fire Emblem. I'm not really attracted to anime stuff either -- the closest experience I have with it is pokemon (which I adore because of aforementioned DRAGONS and various other wonderful creatures) -- (sidebar: pursuing your tumblr for more info and seeing your various art stuffs has been an absolute pleasure. Love the sense of humor).
(Hopefully I did this asking thing right, XD)
oh my hello!!!! glad you enjoy my stuff :) always nice to know that i can make people smile
as for finding a corrin encyclopedia? that’s a loaded question- i’d say play all three routes of fe fates, but since you’re not into that stuff i’m gonna instead recommend fe warriors (the first not, not the “new hopes” one that’s coming out later). it’s a bravest warriors game just with fire emblem, and although it’s definitely got some flaws in the wake of its story, it’s overall a pretty satisfying “kill hordes of enemies” game in my opinion. the character interactions are all very genuine too, and the supports between characters are pretty funny at times. also quick note, corrin himself kinda breaks a lot of well established fire emblem rules such as a.) half dragon that can transform into a full dragon somehow b.) uses more than one plot device in his quest and c.) is generally written very inconsistently and makes very dumb decisions in context because of it, hence why a lot of people don’t like him in the fe community. i mean he is as close as you can get to a mary sue in terms of fire emblem protagonists.
honestly though, if you don’t feel like playing a whole game, just try to find blogs that have content that appeal to you. i don’t follow any corrin blogs in particular (i just follow the male corrin tag) because truth be told both the fire emblem and smash community in the west don’t have as much of a liking toward our favorite manakete as they do, say, alm or lyn. i know this sounds like a cop out answer lol but i swear curating this stuff yourself and not just going off of what a random person on the internet says is so much more enjoyable in the long run. on that note, maybe i’ll post more corrin stuff because we do be living in a desert here chief.
though, just a quick note, actual canon corrin is more of a totally submissive pacifist who is afraid of hurting people and basically everything, and the way i portray him is more like “his initial adventure from fates is already over and he learned the hard way that sometimes hurting people is an unavoidable consequence when you’re dealing with literal war”, so he instead is much more mellowed out. and a dog because i think it’s really funny to have this grown man with dragon wings and a tail jumping on counters and just causing general chaos without realizing it lmao.
and yes, there is no wrong way to do an ask :) you could’ve sent me a picture of an overflowing trash can with a raccoon in the background and i would’ve answered it in full, welcome to the hellsite that is tumblr
#ask reply#skyeramoth#long post#male corrin#yes that’s right that goes out to all the lurkers too!!#people who like corrin because he is dumb and weird rise up
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Okay. So I had the file on my phone previously. But I had forgotten I did a phone wipe and transferred my stuff to my laptop. Currently, I can't find the old complete list. 🙄 So I had to start from scratch throughout the day when I had time.
Luckily, I remember most of them, and for others I came up with entirely new ones, because you know. More fandom knowledge and stuff. Also, I had fun coming up with newer Brawlers.
I was worried about spoilers for my fanfiction series, but whatever! Theories are theories. I'll still write anyway. Keep in mind that my fanfictions that isn't Take Your Shots will have different interpretations of the characters. [Afternote: I skirted around some topics, lol.]
Oh, yeah. For context, this post is based on my theory (but I'm sure it's common) that the Brawlers had different names before Starr Park hired/kidnapped them. I take it too seriously and most of the names have research done behind them.
That said, @aroacenita and @enderbot-magic tagging you two because you said you were interested in my name list. :3c
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Shelly- Stephanie. The first name that came to mind, and I like it.
Colt- Cameron. Same reasoning as ^
Bull- Bruce. One of the original names too. Tough sounding. Maybe too obvious?
Crow- One of the names I can't recall. But I do imagine he used to be human. The bird-man thing is Starr Park induced.
Bibi- Bindy is perfect omg. (VA.)
Piper- Elise or Eliza. (VA + variation. Maybe a Hamilton reference because I'm weak.)
Pam- Tiff/Tiffany. It was her concept name + really fits her. Was previously different.
Nani- one of the few I can't remember, but I had one. Headcanon: also used to be human. Which is why she's the only robot on this list.
Jessie- always had the same name. She grew up in Starr Park, and was named by Pam, of course. Interestingly she is one of the few Brawlers who doesn't have a punny name. (...unless I'm somehow missing an obvious joke? Please correct me if I'm wrong.)
Dyna-Mike- Same? (Minus the Dyna-, lol) But still up in the air. Jas is his VA name but it doesn't sound right for him in my opinion.
Jacky- June, Jana? A strong simple name fits her. Jacky is nearly perfect already.
Mortis- Mason. Came up with this before knowing the voice actor. (Ed doesn't seem fitting. But it's funny that his VA's last name is Mace.)
Frank- honestly I know it's based off of the monster but this is so perfect for him. Probably the same. Interestingly enough, the author is named Mary SHELLEY, who was friends with a man named Lord BYRON. Just some trivia.
Emz- Sandra, Emma? (VA, or variation. I know Shelly + Max have the same VA, but it fits Emz more.)
Penny- hm... well, in my headcanon Darryl renamed her upon finding her one night and deciding to keep her. I haven't come up with a former name for her yet.
El Primo- Since I'm weak to nostalgic references, Oscar. Can you guess why? 😆
Amber- Leah. (VA) It's just cute and fitting for her.
Bea- Beatrice is too easy, isn't it? It's fine. She's a little suspicious anyway.
Mr. P- I think Corbin Peltoh is canon? 👀 I theorize he used to be human too.
Gale- Likely Dean. Seems fitting. (VA) might be a placeholder.
Colette- Katie. (VA) even her last name fits, if I'm being honest.
Ruffs- Blythe fits really well tbh. (VA) but rather than former name, it's his first name. (In the military you refer by rank + surname.) Oh, and important note: I see him as actually the inverse of Crow. He is a dog that became sentient. (Maybe. Still playing around with him.)
Squeak- Named by Ruffs. (Squeak Ruffs?? Cute.)
Tara- I want to say that I had a name for her that I'm forgetting, but I'm now a fan of this being her original name. In my head, Tara is... someone who was human once too, but unlike Crow and Mr. P, her inhuman dimensional powers transcends Starr Park.
Gene- Originally had no true name. Was affectionately called Gene by Tara when she freed him, and it stuck. His Lamp is named Sliver. (A different entity.. and... I think I'll save this for stories, lol.)
Sandy- Mysteriously appeared one day. Was also nicknamed by the other two in the Mystic Trio, and it stuck. He doesn't mind.
Spike- Since the day he was brought to life, his name was Spike. Who brought him to life and named him, you ask? 🤔 Good question. I'm also saving this for my story~
Byron- (Complicated jerk.) A really big mystery. On one hand, Byron is a really good name that fits him. And, while I wouldnt be surprised that he chose to be in Starr Park and as a result COULD keep his name, there's evidence showing that... he isn't entirely 100% of his own accord. So, I did some digging and research for him. There was the aforementioned association with Frankenstein's author, but also he's based off of the VERY amazing villain in "The Last Action Hero" named Benedict. But I think it's too on the nose. So, I'm inclined to go with the actor's real name- Charles. (Also fun fact, I might use his voice actor's full name for his parents' name, Steven and Kelly, lol.)
Belle- *inhales* Belle is perfect, but just as (if not more) mysterious. I thought I had more to say, but I'm still trying to figure her out. I'll just leave this here. (Someone pointed this out on Reddit. I did not find it myself.) vvv
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belle_Starr
Ones I couldn't come up with yet:
Edgar, Brock, Max, Poco, Rosa + The Shaman Trio
I hope I haven't forgotten anyone... Up for discussion and input!!!
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The Miys, Ch. 111
This may be my favorite spooky story of the October, although I admit it is not the best one of the bunch by a long shot. It is a very-shortened and edited version of “Paid Piper” by Tanith Lee, from her collection Red as Blood, or Tales from the Sisters Grimmer. I don’t own the story in any way, shape, or form beyond owning 2 copies of the aforementioned book (one hardcover, one paperback). I don’t know if the story is in print anymore, but if you can find a copy that is legible, please consider picking it up. The 1983 edition is a retelling of 9 popular fairy tales, and I understand the 2014 edition has an extra one, based on “The Twelve Dancing Princesses”.
Quick shout out to @baelpenrose who had to sit through me writing this and the eventual reveal. ;) you are so patient, lol.
P.S. I am in the U.S, so if you have early voting in your state, please go vote now so you are exposed to fewer people. If you are still able to register to vote, please do. If you can’t vote in person, please vote by mail-in ballot and check local regulations on how to turn it in.
Once everyone stopped laughing, Maverick held up his hand. “I have a story,” he offered. After a brief moment, he accepted silence as permission to speak and started telling his story.
“In the Muromachi Period, there was a small village named Bodaiju, which lay beside a river. Bodaiju was a prosperous village, for they gave offerings to Tesso in hope that the rats would not ruin each years’ harvest. One late summer afternoon, the washer-woman’s daughter Himari was stealing a moment to wash her hair while her mother thought she was hard at work. Himari dreamt of being a priestess in the temple and leading the prayers to Tesso, because the priestesses wore beautiful white robes with wide belts, and never had rough hands like Himari’s were.
“Just as she was wringing out her hair, Himari heard the song of an unusual bird. Following the song, she was surprised to find that it wasn’t a bird at all, but a young man playing a wooden flute. As he played, animals drew close to him in curiosity, and even the trees seemed to bow closer in order to hear his music. Himari had seen musicians before - they came every year during the harvest in hopes to earn extra coin by providing the entertainment for the local celebrations. But none had played such music as the young man before her made now. Himari’s heart and soul could feel the freedom of the sky and the mountains as he played, and her soul ached to see these things for herself.”
While Maverick wound his story, Simon leaned over to me and whispered, somewhat relieved, “This sounds like a fairy tale.”
I just arched a brow in a way that I hoped he would realize meant Just wait, or at least Really? Are you sure?
Maverick continued. “Without realizing, Himari stepped closer to the musician, snapping a twig beneath her foot as these things happen in stories like this. The music stopped, and the young man looked up at her. Rather than anger at being interrupted, he was smiling gently. “Who are you?” he asked, as though she were the stranger in this land.
“I am Himari,” she answered. “Who are you?”
“Who do you think I am?”
“I thought it was a bird singing,” she responded, embarrassed. “Before I saw you.”
“The young man kept smiling. “I saw a temple in the distance. Who do you worship here?”
“We pray to Tesso,” Himari confessed, glancing down. “He keeps the rats from ruining our harvest.”
“Does he?” the musician asked before standing to walk away.
“Suddenly terrified, although she couldn’t say why, Himari turned as well and ran in the opposite direction, toward home. Even while her mother scolded her for being lazy, Himari felt she would rather be standing there than be back in that clearing in the woods.
“That night, Himari thought of the young musician. She berated herself for not getting his name, for not insisting he tell her where he was coming from or travelling to. She berated herself even harder for being afraid of him with no reason.”
Beside me, Simon groaned as he realized what was happening. Charly grinned viciously as she and Tyche rose to their feet to go back to pumpkin gutting, Conor and Coffey closely behind them.
Maverick raised his voice so they could hear, winking at our partner as the other man realized that Maverick couldn’t tell the story and work at the same time. “The festival of the harvest was three weeks later, and every night Himari thought of the musician. Would he be one of the entertainers playing that year, in the grand homes of the rich men in the village? Even as she donned the snow-white robes and berry-red sash of a temple maiden - as all girls in the village were until they turned sixteen - she could not think of Tesso, or the fine clothes she was wearing instead of washing. She could not even think of how rough her hands were when she touched the silk of her robes.
“She could only think of the nameless young man.
“As all the temple-maidens lined up behind the shrouded statue of Tesso that would be carried through the fields by the young men of the village, a familiar tune drifted on the breeze. As faint as the music was, Himari could hear it as though it were played in her very ear. Soon, the entire village could hear the beautiful music that swelled impossibly from a single wooden flute, played by a single young man in travelling clothes. Himari forced herself not to gasp, not to look as though she had met him before.
“Blustering, the mayor asked the musician what he was doing, as the village had already paid for entertainment during the procession. “I only ask to play for your village,” the young man. “For the honor and joy of your people, for the prosperity of your harvest.”
“And you would charge us less than those we have already paid?” the mayor asked.
“I only ask that you pay me what I deserve.”
“After much haggling, during which the musician would only ask to be paid what he deserved, the mayor finally relented - not admitting that there were no other entertainers that year. And so the procession began: first through the streets of Bodaiju, then over the river and into the fields. For minutes, or hours, or days, the village marched and danced without feeling weary, without aching feet, following the nameless musician. That day, the sun seemed to stand still in the sky as they celebrated their harvest for what felt like lifetime upon lifetime.
“But, eventually, every path within the village and every row in every field had been marched and danced upon, and the sun seemed to be upon the horizon after no time at all and an eternity. The mayor, no less tired than when they began, turned to the musician. “I was wrong about you, young man,” he said. “I have never felt so well after a festival, and you deserve to be rewarded for all your hard work. Whatever you want, in gold if you like.” Other men in the village clamoured to sweeten the deal, offering bread, honey, wine, fine cuts of meat, and the like.
“But the young man shook his head. “I want none of that,” he told them.
“Surely you didn’t play for free?”
“What I want is better than gold, or wine, or beef,” the musician told them. “I only want your hearts.”
“Incredulous, the mayor started laughing. “Our hearts?” he asked. “Our love? You are a stranger to us. Take our gold, our wine, even our finest horse, but we cannot love a stranger to our village.”
“Unphased, the young man shook his head. “If you will not give me your hearts willingly, then I will take them,” he promised. Immediately, the men and women of the village began jeering the man, who no longer looked young at all. Stones were thrown at him behind slurs, both striking with sharp accuracy. With a sad smile, the man turned and began to leave the village, and though his flute was in his hand by his side, the music he had played for them echoed on the wind. With a great chorus of baying and howling, no sooner had the no-longer-young man reached the gate of the village, than every dog from every home bounded after him with the ropes that bound them trailing.
“The air chilled as silence fell over the villagers, now as frightened as Himari had been when she met the man that first time by the river. In the days and weeks after, Bodaiju was nearly silent and no one dared speak above a whisper. Children were kept close to their mothers, even as siblings told each other that the musician would come back and eat their hearts if they misbehaved.
“However, as time does, months passed and nobody was found with their heart missing. Lovers still met in secret, and couples still married. It seemed nothing had really changed in Bodaiju, the curse upon the village nothing but an empty threat. Over the course of the winter, it was forgotten entirely.
“When summer began, and the first of the births that always followed the festival was stillborn, Bodaiju suddenly remembered the musician’s curse. By the end of the summer, no children had been born crying, and many mothers hearts were broken. By the end of that year, there were no more births at all, and as the children of the village grew to be adults, no more laughter could be found in Bodaiju. In the summer of Himari’s twentieth year, the river that watered their abundant crops dried up, and those that could left the village. Even now, you will find Bodaiju on no map, and none whose family come from there, for the curse of a musician who could find no kind people in a village beside a river. All that remains the tale of Bodaiju, shared by those who left the village.”
Arthur leaned back and rested his weight on his hands as Maverick finished the story. “That’s…. Actually a terrifying idea,” he admitted, seemingly impressed.
Simon groaned again and rubbed his face briskly. “At least if that one was true, it happened a long time ago,” he sighed. “Much less terrifying that way.”
“Because the idea that a mysterious stranger could cause every person in a small village to spontaneously become sterile is so far from reality,” Grey intoned solemnly, gesturing at all of us. Maverick and I both snickered, but Simon paled when he realized the irony. They gave us a small smile before continuing. “I honestly feel badly for the young man… He just wanted to be loved for who he was.”
“Are you kidding!?” Charly called over. “That didn’t give him the right to take all the dogs!”
That set Arthur chuckling. “Because stealing the dogs was the worst thing he did in that story. Certainly not magical mass-infanticide.”
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