like the acting itself

Yuuri Katsuki is a sucker for PDA

Okay so I see a characterisation I totally disagree with incredibly often, and that’s the fact that Yuuri, being stereotypically Japanese, is uncomfortable with PDA. And whilst I agree that this headcanon is kind of cute and allows for some great extra!Viktor content, I think it’s fundamentally wrong. 

Yes this is the official art that triggered this in my mind. Just look how comfortable Yuuri is here, whilst essentially being cuddled by Viktor out in the open. 

Look at him literally launching himself into Viktor’s arms. 

That one time Yuuri declared his love for Viktor on television

He literally initiated this on international television 

And let us not forget this kiss which he had no problem with 

Again, yanking Viktor in by the tie literally because he felt possessive 

Literally smiling at Viktor as he does this 

You can even see people react to the PDA in this scene 

There is no way you could call Yuuri passive in this moment 

Let us not forget Yuuri literally grinding on Viktor 

And, sober, straddling Viktor in public 

Honestly, there is no real canon evidence in my mind to suggest Yuuri is uncomfortable with displays of affection. He either lets Viktor do it whilst making no effort to stop him (even if he is shown to look slightly embarrassed), or is the one initiating PDA. I think it could even be argued that Yuuri does it more than Viktor. 

If this is Yuuri now, just imagine what he could be like a year or two on. Even as far as actually kissing in public, I don’t think I could call OOC. I feel like it’s the act itself Yuuri might be shy about, rather than if people are watching or not. In fact, I believe possessiveness is entirely in his personality. 

tl;dr Yuuri Katsuki is grossly affectionate in public and should probably learn some decency 

hey, remember when lars:
  • obviously had social anxiety issues and desperately wanted the cool kids to accept him and to fit in
  • didn’t exactly get along on the best of terms with steven, but still wasn’t a complete asshole to him (was visibly apologetic when he made steven angry for insulting his mom, smiled and returned the chest high-five steven gave him)
  • was, as a kid in the flashback in horror club, shown as kind towards ronaldo and accidentally, not on purpose, tore his picture apart due to his major self-esteem issues
  • actually attempted to credit steven for saving the cool kids from rose’s moss despite the fact that he could have taken all the credit due to his desire to be accepted and thought of highly by the cool kids
  • was shown having hidden talents, such as cooking
  • got genuinely concerned over spilling coffee on garnet in the episode future vision and asked if she was okay

had a jerkish, standoffish personality but obviously had many self-esteem related issues underneath it all that could have potentially been fleshed out and allow him to grow to become a wiser, well-rounded character and realize that it’s okay to be yourself? i miss that lars

10 Tips for Writing (Good) Smut

so. let’s do this.

About a year ago, I had to read a book for my school’s summer reading assignment called How to Read Literature Like a Professor by Thomas Foster. It’s not a bad book, pretty decent actually, but there was this one chapter about sex scenes in literature. And one of the first sentences was along the lines of “writing sex is boring.”

and I did a double-take. Bc in my experience, that is absolutely not the case, and if you do find yourself bored while writing smut, then you’re not doing it right. See, Thomas’s main argument was that there’s only so many ways you can write sex scenes, because there’s only so many sex acts you can choose from. (My boy Thomas is clearly a vanilla dude, but let’s not hold that against him.) 

But one of the most important things to keep in mind while writing smut is that it’s not necessarily just about the act itself. So while Thomas is right that there are limits as to how many ways ppl can have sex, he failed to realize that writing sex is about a LOT more than that. And I’m gonna prove it to you.

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i’m actually in shock that a fandom that claims to be so fucking feminist would not only praise a song that references sex with underage girls and the consequences (and could also be referencing paying for sex) but actively campaign for it to become a single. it’s a level of fuckery i never thought i’d encounter.

kylux fic recs

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

EMPEROR HUX:

BEN SOLO SWAYED BY THE FIRST ORDER AU:

LIGHT SIDE AU:

  • In Balance by Stargayzing, 24k / Ben Solo never left the Light. 
  • may your past be the sound by dreabean, 110k / “Heard you were looking for a transport. As it happens, I’m looking for some passengers.”
  • The Enemy Ahead by codenametargeter, 110k / To get away from the influence of his father, Hux defected from the First Order when he was 17 years old.
  • return to sender by kaeda, 40k / In which Ben Organa Solo is a bureaucrat’s nightmare, General Hux is constantly frustrated, and the two of them cannot stop flirting via holonet.
  • Ascension by plinys, 16k wip / Ben Organa-Solo has spent the last fifteen years living on Kashyyyk, hidden away from Snoke and the First Order
  • Out of the Ashes by thatviciousvixen, 29k wip / For once General Hux is in a place where life is smooth and everything is going according to plan
  • Lines on skin by saltandlimes, 138k wip / Ren has returned from training with Snoke to retake joint command of Finalizer. But something is wrong, and only the pain and control Hux is willing to give will help him find out what that is.

FORCE SENSITIVE HUX:

HUMAN AU:

PRE/POST THE FORCE AWAKENS:

SOUTHERN GOTHIC:

  • The Hanged Man by thatviciousvixen, 13k / As it turns out, being stuck with his family for the summer is the least of his worries. 
  • where we’re from, there’s no sun by shesaysbriefthings, 17k / Until a spate of brutal animal killings leave the town shaken, and the arrival of a dark, quiet, hermit-like blacksmith named Ben leaves Bren Hux reconsidering most of what he’s learned about life in his short 20 years.
  • Southern Comfort by ocktorok, 23k wip / It’s too hot outside and the people in town are weird and Hux would really just rather not be here, thank you, until a mysterious stranger appears, covered in blood and determined to shake things up.

AU’S:

  • Ex Machina In Tenebris by sual, 11k wip / droid hux / Kylo Ren and General Hux are both Snoke’s creations. In Hux’s case, it’s only slightly more literal.
  • Here Comes Your Man by hollycomb, 42k / arranged marriage / At twenty-two years of age, the only son of Brendol the Fierce is married to the son of Queen Organa. 
  • Destiny by silversolitaire, 51k wip / arkanis academy au /  Following the orders of his Master, young Kylo Ren infiltrates a First Order academy
  • Idols and Dead Men by Sath, 62k wip / senator au / After the truth about Kylo Ren’s heritage is revealed to the galaxy, Snoke commands his apprentice to destroy the New Republic from within. Ren finds an unexpected ally in General Hux.
  • A Vision by Vivian, 50k wip / darth vader lives au /  Vader has survived. With him is Kylo Ren. They operate as leaders of the First Order alongside General Hux. Power shifts. Tension ensues.
  • Political Warfare by Letummordre, 15k / senator au, arranged marriage / Ben Organa-Solo is a Senator of the New Republic, as well as a Jedi-Knight. General Hux is arranged as his husband to solidify the uneasy ceasefire between the New Republic and the First Order into an albeit shaky alliance.
  • Roughing It by Flyting, 21k wip / survival au / If anyone had asked Hux to describe ‘hell’, being stranded on a backwater planet with Kylo-fucking-Ren would have come pretty close to the mark. 
By the end of my first full day with Dorothy Evans and her customers, I had come to realize that although the Smithton women are not accustomed to thinking about what it is in the romance that gives them so much pleasure, they know perfectly well why they like to read. I understood this only when their remarkably consistent comments forced me to relinquish my inadvertent but continuing preoccupation with the text. Because the women always responded to my query about their reasons for reading with comments about the pleasures of the act itself rather than about their liking for the particulars of the romantic plot, I soon realized I would have to give up my obsession with textual features and narrative details if I wanted to understand their view of romance reading. Once I recognized this it became clear that romance reading was important to the Smithton women first because the simple event of picking up a book enabled them to deal with the particular pressures and tensions encountered in their daily round of activities.
— 

Radway, J. A. (1984). Reading the romance: Women, patriarchy, and popular literature. Univ of North Carolina Press.

Before Joanna Russ or Patricia Frazer Lamb and Diana L. Veith had tentatively started writing about Kirk/Spock slash, and before Henry Jenkins or Camille Bacon-Smith had begun their ethnographies of fandom, before fan studies was even a thing, Janice A. Radway sat down with a group of women who avidly read romance novels, trying to understand why. As the quote above indicates, Radway’s initial interest was in romance novels as a textual form: how do they work, what stories do they tell, what messages do they send, and just why are they so damn popular? What she didn’t expect was how deeply romance novels were intertwined with her research participants’ day-to-day lives. She found she couldn’t just focus on the texts - she had to look at the practices of those who read them too. While Reading the Romance isn’t a fan studies work as such, it marked a key shift in cultural studies, from looking at texts alone to looking at what audiences did with texts, from viewing audiences as entirely passive to recognising their agency. This in turn enabled others to start asking the kinds of questions that eventually established fan studies as a field.

(Oh, and the book helped establish popular romance studies as a field too - talk about overachieving! Over the next few weeks I’ll be posting some more quotes from popular romance studies research, partly because a lot of it is fan-centric, and partly because fanfic and romance have quite a lot in common, so understanding one helps with understanding the other.)

I’ll leave you with a quote from one of Radway’s research participants on what happens when she picks up a romance novel: “Because I think men do feel threatened. They want their wife to be in the room with them. And I think my body is in the room but the rest of me is not.”

Vultures || Jihoon || Oneshot

Originally posted by soohuis

Word Count: 2418

Genre: witch!au, angst

Summary: Jihoon had always been proud of his power. He never resented it no matter what. It wasn’t until he met you that Jihoon felt he really was cursed.

Minghao // Mingyu // Wonwoo // Seungcheol //


One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find - is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.

— Beau Taplin


Since you were a child, you knew a witch. He was bright, rarely smiled, handsome, yet cold. He took care of you well though and protected you from the things he could and comforted you about the things he couldn’t. He was a good friend–one that you wouldn’t mind keeping for a lifetime. And this friend had a power, special to him as other witches had. It was the power to see death.

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“Good intentions are great, but they don’t change the facts. You are dangerous. Shit, you’re scary dangerous. More dangerous than me and everyone else in here. So don’t ask me to act like that knowledge, in and of itself, isn’t a threat to us. If you’re going to stay here,” he says to me, “you have to learn how to control what you do—how to contain it. You have to deal with who you areand you have to figure out how to live with it. Just like the rest of us.

Secrets and Siblings

Winchester sister imagine

Imagine: Being seriously hurt and not telling your brothers.

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Warnings: Language, blood, mama Sam and Dean mode in activation

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The pain radiated throughout your body like ripples in the water. Who would’ve thought one gunshot in the side would have a Winchester nearly on her ass from pain? One thing was for certain, if Sam and Dean found out, boy would you wish you were dead. Mainly because they had no idea whatsoever that you were quite literally bleeding out and allowing an unknown infection to grow in your wound.

“Foods here.” Sam called out from the kitchen as Dean proudly walked down the stairs as though he had cooked a dinner rather than picked something up.

Of course you wanted to yell out that you had no interest in eating right now, but that would only draw their attention more. So with a certain thought that you’d die at the dinner table (sarcasm), you tried your best not to hobble too much as you walked out of your room.

“Bout’ time.” Dean slugged your arm while chewing a mouth full of food. Only to stop mid chew when a look of pain spread across your brows.

“I’m good.” You insisted, trying to laugh it off.

“Mmhm.”

“I’m on my ladies due, Dean. Everything hurts right now.” Normally you scooped up a good serving of potatoes and slopped it down on your plate.

Deans face instantly shook, trying to not beat your words while Sam just gave you the “really?” stare down.

Finally everything was seemingly normal, normal as in you weren’t in pain from a gunshot wound.

“What’s that?” Sam lifted up the end of your shit just enough to see some sort of bandage wrapping around your side.

“Nothing.” You slapped his hand away, trying to act like the motion itself didn’t hurt.

Sneakily and out of nowhere, Dean poked your hip on the suspected side of injury, watching you drop the plate of food in a shock of pain.

“Bullshit.” He barked out, leading you to the chair where he forcibly sat you down.

A long sigh came from your lips, there really was no way this was going to slip by them.

“Before you ask, it’s a gunshot wound. It’s been about three hours, and it’s self inflicted. On accident.” As you spoke you removed your shirt enough so they could see the wound bleeding through the bandage.

“I thought you said you were on your monthly?” Sam asked in a weary tone, really concerned with the fact you thought that was a good enough cover story.

“Technically I am. I’m just bleeding out of the wrong hole.

Rant

So my sister chooses to hate every cartoon I’ve ever liked because of stuff like art style and voice acting and not the quality of the cartoon itself, which is what actually matters.

This includes Animaniacs (a comedic gold mine), Codename: Kids Next Door (well they’re done for. wait, that was part of their plan? wait wHAT THEY KNEW THAT WAS PART OF THEIR PLAN??), Ducktales 2017 (finally! a good reboot!), and many others (mentioned in the tags).

Like or reblog to prove my sister wrong.

Why do people ever expect celebrities to have even decent politics? Most of em are regular liberals my guy. What your TV shows and move on. If you tell me “x celebrity is antiblack” like…I already assumed as much because they’re not black but it’s not that deep man. I’m watching my TV show for fun, not for politics.

Worshiping rich people is weird enough in and of itself without acting like you’re surprised they aren’t all anticapitalist feminist heroes.

Part Two

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Pairing : Kim Taehyung x Reader

Crimson Cypher | V

Word Count : 8.1k

Genre : SugarDaddyAU!

Description : You’re not sure wether you made the right choice or not when accepting his deal.


Bestowal

You just arrived at the place the address written on the little yellow crumpled paper in your hand lead you to. Your eyes looked back and forth between the sheet and the small silver plaque carved next to the entrance of a building proudly standing in front of you, hardly unnoticeable from miles away. 

Not quite sure of yourself yet, you walked a few steps backwards to take a good look at it. Saying the building was huge would be an understatement - it made you feel not any bigger than an ant. On its front, the ten first floors had large windows framed by a very dark grey material while all the others above were only made of glasses. Despite its bleak appearance, you guessed that only a few of people could afford living in such a facility. 

Your eyes landed back on the entrance, reachable through automatic revolving doors. Resolute as you breathed deeply once, you walked towards them. Inside, the smell of clean detergent, lavender and feminine fragrance instantly filled your lungs. Two females’ heads turned towards you, perfect smiles plastered on their face, set to appear whenever a newcomer stepped inside. 

 The hall was very vast - four chairs around a long coffee table curved in a mahogany wood on your left, a great light grey carpet, laid on polished off-white tiles extending several feet in front of you where two elevators were situated and a large reception desk framed by long plants on your right. Altogether, a very sober, neat and nicely decorated space that gave an inviting vibe despite the utter quietness. 

 As you studied the inside, the relaxing sound of the water fall behind the hostesses, who were silently watching you, gradually reached your ears, making you a bit more at ease. The floor you had to get to was too written on your paper and despite noticing the elevators, you still decided to walk to the hostesses first. It probably would have been taken as rude if you ignored them on your first visit and something told you that they were surely acquainted with all the residents. You felt the need to make a good first impression.

“Good Morning,” warmly greeted you the blond hostess as she stood up letting you see her impeccable woking dark blue uniform, “How may I help you?” 

“Good Morning. Uhm-… I’m supposed to get to the-” you quickly looked back to the paper just to be sure, “50th floor… Could you tell me how I can reach it, please?” 

“Of course. 45th to 50th floors are accessible via this elevator”, she pointed to her left, her neat and tight ponytail swinging when she turned her head towards where she showed you. 

“Thank you.” She nodded before picking up the ringing phone, reciting the building’s greetings lines. 

You hadn’t notice that elevator, being right by the entrance’s and almost entirely hidden behind one of the tall plants. You wondered why it wasn’t next to the others at the very end of the hall as you walked the few steps separating it from you and pressed the button. Even though you chose to wear your nicest clothes on that day, you couldn’t help but feel out of place. 

A short tune was heard when the doors opened, snapping you out of your thoughts. You walked in to lean against one of the walls as the doors closed, Jazz music filling in your ears. You took a deep breath and quickly turned around to look at yourself in the mirror to make sure you were presentable. The same tune rang again and you stepped outside. You looked around you, fazed. 

You weren’t where you expected to be, namely a corridor. You were in what seemed like the apartment itself, the elevator acting as the entrance door. It was the first time that you got acquainted with that sort of entrance. You hesitated, taking small steps forward. 

A very impressive bay window faced you, giving a magnificent view of the city below and letting daylight to illuminate the entire luxurious space. As you walked away from the elevator’s closed doors, classical music reaching your ears. 

“Hello?” You tried not allowing yourself to look around any more before someone would come greet you. 

You were in a small kind of corridor, decorated with two big paintings on each side, leading to a wide opened living-room. You walked until reaching the few steps that separated the entrance from it. 

”Hello?” You leaned forward to make out any human presence and soon heard footsteps behind you. 

“You must be L/N Y/N.” You turned around quickly, startled by the sudden voice. A tall man dressed in a black suit came from behind the staircase on your left that led to one storey higher. He seemed to be in his late fifties by the grayish color of his very short hair and neatly cut mustache framing the top of his upper lip. “Please forgive me, I was busy in the kitchen and didn’t hear your arrival.” He spoke in strong Japanese accent. 

You smiled back to him. “It’s okay…” You trailed, unsure. 

He walked until a few feet parted both of you and bowed lightly before you. You mirrored him, not expecting the gesture. 

“My name is Satoshi and I am Mr Kim’s butler. I mainly ensure that Sir’s apartment is maintained in a good state whenever he visits or has visitors. I remember him telling me your arrival was due twenty minutes ago.” 

Sir, Taehyung? You bit your lower lip to prevent a chuckle out. “Yes, there was a bit of traffic on my way here.” You explained looking down at yourself before tucking your hair behind your ears. 

“May I dispose you of your belongings and offer you something to drink ?” 

“Uhm- Yes.” You shrugged out of your black jacket after you gave him your backpack as he went behind you to retrieve both of them, placing the cloth on the coat rack not far away from the entrance and the bag under it. 

“This way.” He walked elegantly, passing by the staircase and entered another quite big room that you recognized as the kitchen, provided with all the best equipment and as luxurious as a five-star restaurant’s. Not that you knew anything in the field of culinary art but you were sure enough that such a place would turn green with envy anyone who had a passion for cooking. “Please, take a seat. I made some Earl Grey but you’ll probably want some fruit juice or maybe a coffee ?’ 

You pulled one of the bar stools displayed around the kitchen’s island. “Tea sounds perfect.” 

Satoshi nodded and turned around to grab a perfectly lined-up trail containing a tea pot, one teacup, a sugar bowl and delicious baked pastries. You thanked him and he excused himself before disappearing behind you. 

You poured some of the hot tea, its pleasant fruity scent evaporating around you, melting together with the pastries’ and you were even more eager to dig in what looked like by far the tastiest snack you were ever given to enjoy. You treated yourself as you shyly cast a glance around. 

The place was way more than perfect and obviously Taehyung had a very good taste when it came to design his penthouse but you really didn’t expect the whole ‘butler-thing’. Even though the place was huge, you were quite sure Taehyung lived alone. 

“Do you wish to visit around?” Tanashi’s voice startled you, making you drop the cake you had in your hand to let it land on the once immaculate floor. You swore seeing Tanashi wince at the cookie crumbling around and you quickly got down from your chair with one of the napkin he gave you aside the trail. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you coming back.” You confessed trying to leave the floor as spotless as it was before your mishap. You had an inkling something like that would happen, everything ran too smoothly.

“Please, do not bother yourself. I will take care of it.” You heard him say as he walked closer to you. 

“No,no. I made the mess, I’m cleaning.” You said stubbornly, preventing the old man from taking the napkin with the broken cookie in it. “Where’s the bin?” The man mildly sighed and smiled, opening a cupboard that hid the trashcan inside, for you to throw the cookie in. “What were you saying?” 

“Would you like to take a look around?” 

“Yes, please.” You answered dusting your hands in the sink. 

“Well, you’ve already seen the kitchen,” He started, “on your left you have the dinning-room,” He raised his hand to show the room connected to the kitchen. You walked in it and turned right, “Then, the living-room that the entrance leads to.” None of the three rooms had doors and it allowed the place to appear twice as vast. From this new point of view of the living-room, you noticed a very big screen hung on the wall with a set of couches in shades of beige and dark brown, facing it and a lit chimney embedded along the whole wall’s width under the T.V. 

“Over there,” added Tanashi pointing to a corridor ahead of the two of you connected to the entrance, “are Sir’s and your private rooms.” He paused a moment, “I will show you yours but I believe it is best if Sir is the one showing his himself.” You nodded and followed him when he walked across the living-room. 

“Is there a floor upstairs ?” You asked shyly. 

“Yes Miss, one small room with its bathroom and Sir’s office. Also, as the apartment is on the top floor, there’s an access to a personal outdoor patio.” Tanashi explained, keeping on walking. 

You entered the corridor that led to two others- on your left and right. Tanashi turned left and you couldn’t refrain from looking behind you. “The other one leads to Sir’s rooms.” He added as if he had seen you. He stopped a few seconds later and you did too before you could bump into him, looking over his shoulder, “Here are your bedroom and dressing-room. Your bathroom is reachable through your room.” You looked at the two closed doors, one facing you and the other on your right. “I will let you discover them by yourself and let you take your mark.” He paused an instant. “Pardon me if I am wrong but is that bag containing all your belongings ?”

 “Yes. Everything’s in it .”

“Very well then, I’ll go get it for you and then be back to my duties. I will still be here for the next hour if you need me. Sir should return home soon after.” You nodded and he bowed for the second time that day before leaving you, the sound of his perfectly varnished shoes resonating against the dark parquet flooring. You watched him until he disappeared around the corner. You looked back at the door facing you and opened it slowly. You pushed the door, peering your head inside first and then entered in the room completely, your eyes opening wide. 

You bit you lip in front of what you regarded one of the most beautiful bedroom you ever saw - It was quite vast, the walls were all white except the one behind the queen size bed, neatly made and supported by a smooth light grey wood, which was painted in pale pink and had a long rectangular canvas hung on it representing several black little birds flying in a white ocean. On the left side of the bed was a dressing table carved in a white wood with a tool surmounted by a very light brown velvet cushion and on the other one was a chest of drawers that matched the dressing table. The room was bathed in the day’s light thanks to a very large window that went from the middle of the wall facing the door to half of the ceiling, giving an impressive panorama on the outside. Under it stood a dark wood desk and a black desk chair. A few empty shelves were hung above it. 

You looked about you in amazement when you heard a knock. Satoshi brought you your backpack. You took it from him and he left closing the door behind him. You put the bag on the driftwood floor, walking around, running your palm on the freshly washed white bed sheets, looking at yourself in the dressing table’s mirror. When you reached the desk, you noticed a large black box tied with a silver ribbon. You undid it and lifted the lid to reveal a still brand new trendy laptop and phone. Your eyebrows knitted together as you picked up a square-shaped paper placed in-between and read - ’Welcome gifts to successfully complete your studies. - T ’ 

You chuckled to yourself, remembering how much of a priority for him and the last of your concerns they were. You guessed he chose them after you told him you would get your lessons through a correspondence program your university offered since you didn’t want to go back there and thought it would be much more easier that way to get acquainted with Taehyung. 

Then, you walked back next to the bed and saw an unknown access to another room with two white sliding doors that could have stayed unnoticed if it wasn’t for the two silver handles. You walked to the doors, sliding them to the sides which automatically turned on spotlights. 

The walls were large white format tiles bypassed by a trail made of light green glass mosaic and the floor was made of very dark brown tiles with under-floor heating, warmth spreading under your soles. On the right side was a large vessel sink vanity in front of a rectangular mirror. Fluffy towels were neatly arranged on it. At the end of the bathroom stood raised on a large dark brown platform a white porcelain oval sucking tub. An embedded shelf on the wall next to it gathered shower products and a fluffy off- white bath mat was laid at the foot of the platform. A ceiling height glass wall separated the tub from the toilet and next to the doors stood a laundry basket. 

Along with the bedroom, the bathroom was outstanding and very fancy. You gazed at it for a few moments before remembering the last room Tanashi told you about. 

You walked out of the bedroom and stood in the corridor facing the second room. You opened the door and stepped inside, feeling around in the dark in search of a switch to turn the lights on but once again when you stepped fully inside they turned on automatically. When your eyes got used to the lightning you discovered that the third room was a large walk-in wardrobe. On both sides and over a length of approximatively ten feet, several clothing items were neatly hung or folded in big closets. From dresses to pants, shirts, skirts without forgetting the dozens of shoes. Clothes were also organized according events and seasons. You even spotted from afar sumptuous evening gowns. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if they really were yours or belonged to the previous girl Taehyung made a deal with.

You ran you fingers across the different fabrics and came to a standstill to pick one shirt. You walked to the cheval glass that stood in a corner of the room and looked at your reflection to see what you would look like in it. You were kind of surprised to see that it seemed to fit your body figure. 

Maybe Taehyung only approached women who had the same silhouette. 

You put the shirt back where you took it from and turned to look once again around you. You noticed that the room had a corner at the end of the closet on your left and walked around it to conclude that it was built in a L-shape. You frowned when you saw a single sliding door and wondered what could possibly be behind it. You slid it open and saw the bedroom’s desk facing you. 

You walked to where you dropped your backpack and emptied it contents on the bed – some clothes and your daily personal hygiene products. You decided on taking a shower not willing to stain the immaculate bed sheets. You closed the sliding doors behind you, hesitating for a second because of the absence of a lock. Eventually, you saw it as no big deal as Tanashi didn’t seem like the person to barge in unexpectedly. 

You tried to make out the shower head’s mechanics and once you managed to get hot water out, you got rid of your clothes. You undid your hair and stepped inside the tub. You could hung the shower head high above, allowing you to stand up while washing your hair rather than kneeling down. Once entirely wet, you took a closer look at the several product displayed on the wall mounted shelf and noticed that each of them were for a specific type of hair and skin. You decided to use those which fitted you the best rather than the low-quality ones you brought with you. 

When you finished washing yourself, you picked up one of the towels folded on the vanity, almost undoing all of them because they all turned out as too small. You dried your body, wrapped your clean hair and threw your dirty clothes in the laundry basket. You picked the comfortable clothes you brought from your bag that you mounted on the vanity, since you weren’t sure wether you could pick up from the closet but you noticed you forgot to bring a pair of panties. 

You clung onto the towel as you slid the door open, letting some of the steam to mingle with the cool air of the bedroom, causing goosebumps to appear all over your skin and walked to the bed. After retrieving them, you turned around and saw from the corner of your eyes something white and small at the foot of the bedroom’s door that you were hundred percent sure wasn’t there when Tanashi first opened the door. You crouched down to pick up the small paper - ’Clothes in the closet are yours. - T’ 

Suddenly you felt heat rose to your cheeks and your heart beating fast as your breathing quickened, not knowing where such a reaction came from or what caused it – The fact that Taehyung was finally home, the thought that he could have mistakenly opened the bathroom’s doors or the idea of suddenly being the owner of luxurious brands ? 

You walked to the closet, using the connected sliding door and closed it behind you. You turned around and sighed when your eyes laid on the several pieces of clothing hung then you looked at the paper you still had in your hand. They were all yours. Never in your life you imagined to own that much of expensive garments. 

You finally started to look around for a sleepwear. Kneeling down in front of some drawers, you opened them and found several pairs of undergarments that you didn’t see when you first entered the room. But how could have Taehyung known your size ? 

 You picked one bra and unfolded it, heat lightly blushing your cheeks when you noticed that it was made in a see-through material and was paired with a string and not any mere one - it had an open front. Actually half of the panties had one and several bras could go cupless. You quickly folded them and put them back inside the drawer, shaking your head and reassuring yourselves that there had to be “common” under wears somewhere in there. 

You eventually opted for dark blue full cup bra and Brazilian panties, the least sexy and most comfortable you could have found. Even though, you were accustomed to revealing lingeries you had the opportunity to see and even sometimes wear while being at the Crimson Cypher, you only preferred them on other girls and way simpler than that on you. Once you put them on, they surprisingly fitted you like a second skin. You looked at yourself for a moment in the full length mirror and then kept on your task to find a sleepwear. 

You looked again more carefully and more slowly around you but nothing looking alike it came into view then you thought that they were maybe folded in drawers like undergarments and you walked back to the previous ones you inspected. You drew some of them when you finally saw some clothes made in silky material. You took one piece out and stretched your arms in front of you to watch it as it unfolded itself. Less surprised when it turned out to be a very sexy night gown that would be only covering one third of your thighs and reveal half of your breast. You put it down next to you and looked at the others, all more transparent and shorter than the others. 

After several minutes of looking through all of the gowns and your hair partially dried, you didn’t found something not too revealing nor too sexy and stood up defeated when you walked back in the bedroom to put the clothes you brought in your bag. You weren’t quite ready to walk around Taehyung in such apparels yet, even though he’d already seen eighty-percent of your body naked – it wasn’t within the same context plus the fact that you didn’t actually know wether he had other people working for him walking around. 

You decided that an oversized white shirt and black leggings would do the trick, being very far away from the look all those sexy outfits could have given you. While brushing your hair, an amazing smell of food cooking filled in your lungs, you could also hear the T.V sound. You looked one last time at your reflection and walked along the corridor leading back to the entranceway and the living-room. 

You peered your head first around the corner to see where Taehyung was and if he was alone. No one was in the living-room despite the T.V being turned on. You heard some sounds coming from the kitchen straight ahead and decided to follow the delicious smell. You bypassed the staircase right before the kitchen’s entrance and could immediately see Taehyung’s back, busy picking utensils out of drawers. 

It was your third time seeing him after that night in the club and all you could feel at that moment was this mixture of eeriness and familiarity – to see him outside the confines of the club doing a simple daily activity such as cooking yet still so breathtakingly handsome with that same attractive aura. 

You tiptoed until you reached one of the walls separating the kitchen from the living-room, looking at him from afar as he slid some vegetables from the cutting board into a pan. Suddenly, he jerked his head to the side to brush his bangs from his eyes and met your eyes, startling the two of you. The next second, a dazzling smile spread on his face, “Hungry?”  


You quickly got that that night him cooking for both of you was a first and a last time, a rare exception when some days later, you met a small black-haired man in an immaculate white shirt who introduced himself as ‘Mr Kim’s chef’, cooking and delivering Taehyung’s food. He also told you how grateful he was to you, glad to cook “real” meals and use the knowledge he worked very hard to get when Taehyung told him that they would be some changes in the daily menus. 

Apparently, Taehyung’s meals consisted mostly in hamburgers, noodles and grilled meat. His chef added that when he learned he would cook for a wealthy man, he declared he was very happy finally putting his knowledge in execution but when he learned about Taehyung’s preferences, he was afraid his hobby would turn out into something that he would grow tired of by cooking same meals over and over again. He also said that he found it such a shame for Taehyung to pay great amount of money in engaging a star-studded chef when he was rarely home. 

You noticed that aspect too in the span of two months of living with Taehyung, coming back home very late at night and going out as soon as the first rays of dawn peered inside his room or not even coming back at all, being absent for four days in a row at the most. That actually made you rethink about the whole deal in general and wether or not you were doing your part of the deal the way he expected you to - Studying was the sole activity your days consisted in and as time went by you didn’t feel like you were progressing in getting to know Taehyung and bringing him what he sought in making that deal. 

Used to spend most of your day in your room and even though you were most of the time alone, not counting when Taehyung’s employees came to do their daily duties, you still preferred plugging in your earbuds while working on your laptop and since Taehyung was never home during the day you found no reason to change that habit. 


One very late afternoon while bobbing your head to some music, you took notes of the online document you were reading. Deeply focused on your work, you got startled when you suddenly felt someone’s hand rest on your shoulder. You looked over and almost got surprised a second time when the person you saw was none other than Taehyung who took off his hand as soon as he felt you jump under his palm. 

You had to look at him twice, not believing your eyes,”Taehyung! Gosh, you scared me.” You took off your earbuds, curious about his presence. It was the first time you both were in your room, together. 

“Sorry.” He trailed off, not sincere a bit as a small smirk played on his lips. “Didn’t mean to.” 

“What’s up? Is everything okay?” You used your foot to turn your chair around to face him. Wearing a loose shirt that revealed his collarbones, his hair was slightly brushed to the side, probably after he ran his fingers through it, displaying his thick eyebrows and despite the small lightning your desk lamp provided he still managed to look ethereal.

“Yeah. I just came to see if you wanted to go out with me…” 

Go out with him? Wait, was it a date? No, impossible… But it had been a long time since you had a night out and you craved for some action and some time alone with him so there was no way you would say no to that. 

“Yes! I mean… yeah, why not. Sounds fun.” You tried not to sound too eager. Small creases framed his mouth’s sides as he smiled.  “So… do I need to dress up?” 

“It’s just a little party a few of my friends organized.” Damn it. “Pick something simple.”

“Nothing’s simple in the closet.”

“Well, if you want my opinion… I think the silver dress would fit the occasion but it’s up to you.” He walked back to the door. 

“Okay… When is it?” 

“Tonight.” He shouted from the corridor. “We leave in an hour.” 

At least it was better than nothing. 

You finished taking your notes and when thirty minutes were left until departure time, you closed your laptop walking to the closet. A silver dress, he said. You easily spotted the item of cloth among the others as each of them had a singular color. You took a look at it, slightly tugging at the light grey fabric in your hand. The dress was sophisticated but more ‘casual’ than the night gowns next to it - it stopped mid thighs and had a small cleavage with very short sleeves covering the top of the shoulders. You tried it on and gazed at your reflection pleased to see that it fitted you like a glove. You decided to go along with his choice, thinking he would probably like the fact that you took into consideration his opinion. 

You picked black stilettos and walked back in your room to get your hair and make up done, simple being the key word. You didn’t forget to take a coat on your way out. Taehyung wasn’t anywhere to be seen so you sat on the couch and waited for him. 

A few minutes after, he walked out of his room, dressed in light brown turtle neck and black dress pants, hair styled perfectly looking as handsome as ever. He was talking on his phone and nodded at you as a signal. You got up and walked to the elevator. The doors opened and you both stepped in, his call ending at the same time. He stood behind you, shamelessly eyeing you from head to toe as he tongued the inside of his mouth. “Nice dress.” 


He held your hand shortly to help you out of the car and muttered some words to his driver. You walked next to each other, entering a small building until you reached a door. During the car ride, Taehyung said it was a friend gathering to welcome those who got back from a long trip abroad. He also told you that they were all warm and you had no reasons to feel out of place. At that time you only felt a bit of disappointment and wished your first night out only meant the two of you. 

The door opened the next second after the ring rang, revealing a short dark-haired girl holding a beer whose face illuminated as soon as her eyes landed on Taehyung. “I brought my friend as planned.” He explained to her making you smile uneasily. 

Friends. That was how others would regard you two in public. You never really thought about how you would have described your relationship with Taehyung if you were asked but you were sure mere friends didn’t do that kind of deal - one housing and providing the other in exchange of their company… and maybe … more ; no, no friends didn’t do that but in the other hand it wasn’t like you did anything that would prove it wrong. 

So that’s ho- 

“It’s so nice to meet you!” The girl literally jumped on you, catching you off guard as she took you in her embrace and you smiled unsure of how to react in front of such sudden and unexpected enthusiasm. You hugged her back. “Let me take these off.” You both handed her your coats and entered the apartment. 

Around ten people were already inside manly men, all around their late twenties, five were chatting on the couch the others dancing to the music playing in the background. The atmosphere felt friendly and you were at ease in front the small number of people but you still chose to stick with Taehyung. He joined the ones sitting who got up when they saw him nearing. They all greeted you warmly and you noticed how very touchy Taehyung’s friends were - all insisting to hug you when he himself still didn’t laid a finger on you. The club’s night apart. 

Luckily, none of them was very interested in how you two met and the discussion quickly resumed where they left it hanging, Taehyung smoothly catching up. Maybe was it unconsciously or not but you felt the need to shorten the distance between you and him when one of his male guy sat next to you and maybe you imagined it or not but you felt like Taehyung was ignoring you or trying to chase back that same distance from you. He never looked your way nor talked to you the first half hour. 

You leaned back in the couch, slightly frowning and looked around, watching as the door girl, you learned went by the name of Amber, brought new drinks on the coffee table. You met gazes, smiled to each other and you decided to get up when she walked back to what you guessed as the kitchen with empty bottles. Inside, a guy was struggling to lift a trail full of snacks and glasses without shaking the whole content. 

“Hey, I don’t want all of that to land on my carpet. Thanks.” Warned Amber, throwing bottles in the bin. 

“Yeah, well I don’t want to make endless trips. I just need some time to find my balance.” 

“When you do, the party will be over.”

You silently giggled. “Maybe I can help. I worked as a waitress. Sort of. So I’m used to it.” 

“Thank you. Appreciated. I’m Mark by the way.” 

“Y/N. Taehyung’s friend.” You smiled, trying to sound as convincing as possible as you shook hands and you took the trail from him as he piled glasses in his hands. You both walked together to the living-room. You didn’t look at Taehyung, too focus not to spill the trail and leaned down, laughing along with Mark as you put your loading on the coffee table to some jokes he blurted out. 

You weren’t pissed at Taehyung but decided not to give him too much attention, thinking maybe he acted differently when around other people and rather focused on the ones who did not ignore you and have a good time with them. Taehyung noticed it but didn’t say anything. He also noticed when you helped set the table how his guys friends’ eyes would linger a bit too much for his liking on your figure. It wasn’t jealousy but he didn’t like seeing other people eyeing you the way he thought himself the only one allowed to. 

But it wasn’t like he couldn’t blame them - you were a new feminine face, a quite attractive one, that dress fitted you like second skin and let’s say the other girls present didn’t put too much effort on their outfit so… maybe was it his fault advising you that outfit ? At the same time, Taehyung could feel some pride in exposing you to his friends as ‘his’ (friend), he just prayed not to hear from them any innappropriate comments about you. 

When the party came to an end, Taehyung looked after you since he didn’t see you for the past forty-five minutes. He found you in Amber’s room, laid on her bed next to Mark who was showing you hilarious online videos on his phone. Despite him, Taehyung felt that pang in his heart and this time, as much as he wanted to deny it, it was jealousy - Jealousy of seeing you so close to another man, one of his friend, jealousy of seeing you having fun with someone else, jealousy of seeing you grabbing onto his forearm as you laughed out loud… All of that happening in the span of a party. But he didn’t show anything and just bore that same blank face of his. 

When your eyes met, he saw in yours joy leaving by bit when you understood it was time to leave. Amber came back at the same time, hugging him as you bode your goodbyes to Mark. 

“Text us whenever you want to hang out.” She told you when she walked the two of you out to the elevator. 

“Sure.” And the doors moved together. 

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Taehyung’s voice resonated in the small room as he kept staring in front of him. You looked up at him and lowered back your head, a small smile playing on your lips as you recalled the last moments you spent with his friends. 

“Yeah, I had a great time. Amber and Mark are fun.” You really wanted to ask him about his behavior back there, why he pretended you weren’t visible when he asked you to accompany him but the words couldn’t come out of your mouth and none of you spoke out again the whole ride to his house. 

Taehyung couldn’t get your image next to Mark out of his head but he didn’t want to sound like a jealous guy angry his girl friend spend most of the party very close to one of his male friend. He stepped out the first of the elevator and you watched him walk to his room. 

You needed to confront him when he was still around you to make up your mind once and for all. You went in the closet to put your shoes and coat back on their respective place and walked out again to the kitchen to get something to drink. You stood still in front of the bay window, one hand holding a glass of alcohol free red wine, gaze lost one the thousand of lights illuminating the city down at your feet and thinking about ways to bring up the doubts you had concerning the deal. 

You froze a second as you watched his reflection come near you on the window glass. You smiled to each other and you looked back on the outside when he chose to linger his eyes on you. You sighed deeply and gathered your courage. It was the moment. 

“Y/n-” 

“Can I ask you a question?” You looked up at him, noticing the surprise in his eyes. He remained silent for a couple of seconds before he nodded. “Am I… doing something wrong?” 

His brows furrowed, “What do you mean?” 

“I mean regarding us… our deal ? The kind of relationship you wanted us to have. I feel like I’m doing something wrong… is it how you wanted it to be?” You looked at him, trying hard not breaking eye contact when he didn’t look away. 

“What do you mean ? Why are you asking me that ?” 

“I don’t know… I feel like we’re not living the kind of life you expected us to have when I agreed to this and since you’re barely present… I thought the issue was coming from me.” You frowned, eventually looking away. “And back there… I don’t know, maybe it was just me but… I felt like you were avoiding me.” You looked back at him and saw the faintest smile tug on his lips as he slightly shook his head once. 

“Everything is doing perfectly fine. You don’t have to worry.” He eyes dropped down to look at the city. “I was not avoiding you. It’s just that I don’t want to bother you in fear you would find me too clingy.” This time it was your turn to frowned. “I want to give you the time you need for you to feel enough at ease before trying anything with you.” You gazed at each other silently. “Do you like it so far? Living here?” 

“… Yes,yes. I do… very much. But I feel bad enjoying all the perks you brought in my life when I’m not giving you something in return, you know? Like the company you crave for… and I think a good start would be if we spend time together.” Silence. “I know what you were looking for when you proposed me that deal… And if you’re just waiting for the good moment then now is. I’m not that innocent or naive… You can talk to me and honestly I feel like we’re just two stupid people waiting for the other to give the green light.” 

“But do you feel enough at ease around me when we’re alone? Despite my repetitive absences… “ You nodded. “Enough to what point?” 

”We’ll never know if we don’t try, do anything.” 

Taehyung seemed to hesitate a moment. “I really want to spend time with you as long as you’re good with it but I don’t want you to see me like an imposing person… you need to know that I like to set rules.” You stood still, watching him gradually morph into the man you first saw back in the club, his eyes turning a shade darker. “Can I try something?” 

You nodded and watched him take the glass from your hand to put it down on the table behind him. He shuffled his way back to you and you dropped your gaze above his chest when he stood still close to you, very close. “You also have to know or you probably already guessed it that I want us not to have any shame nor uneasiness between us.” You nodded, your gaze slowing raising to settle on his lips and your mouth parted when he inched his face closer to yours to whisper warm air as he leant ever so slightly near your ear, closing the remaining gap between your bodies. “Because I’m barely controlling myself when I’m around you.” 

A quiet gasp left you and a crimson flush colored your cheeks at the sudden confession but you wanted to remain calm and not let him sense any of your embarrassment so you tried to breathe deeply when he leaned back, leaving few inches between your faces. The whole time, your mind was blank. You didn’t want to think too much about what he could possibly do or what each of his moves or words meant, you just took it in, took him in. You would think later. 

“Why do you keep yourself from doing what you want?” Your voice wavering in a semblant of collected voice after you watched him lick his lips. 

“Because I don’t want to scare you off.” His eyes moved back and forth from your eyes to your mouth but he didn’t step back. 

“I’m sure you’re not that frightening.” You didn’t know where that easiness came from but it was present and you were just about to be begging him to see of what he aspired to do to you. “Do I look scared to you right now?” 

“I’m not doing anything right now.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “I thought that being around other people would make it much easier for me. To help me control myself but then I saw you with Mark… I just felt the need to claim you as mine.” 

You noticed some fear in his eyes as he finished talking, like he was revealing too much. He regarded you as ‘his’. How did you feel about it? You couldn’t think straight at the moment but the very little time you spent wondering about the idea of ‘belonging’ to him didn’t put you off and since you were also, in a way, craving for something to happen, for him to make a move, you didn’t want to scare him off as well.

“Then do it.” Under other circumstances, you probably wouldn’t have answered that but the situation felt surreal to you. Actually ever since Kim Taehyung proposed you that deal. What did you have that made a man like him desire a young woman, an ex-dropped out of college that screamed anything but randomness ? You weren’t the kind of girl who turned heads on her way but it wasn’t like you actually did anything for it to happen. You never thought about settling with someone and never dreamed to do it with a guy as handsome as Taehyung, let alone make that singular deal with him but there you were, eyed by him like a precious antique that had been discovered for the first time. And maybe was it because of him being too close or his obsidian eyes and that silky voice of his but you were ready to make some changes in your life. To open up to someone for the first time, agreeing with everything it included. 

The very firsts seconds when you thought seeing a spark igniting itself inside his pupils after hearing your words, you really, really thought he would kiss you but he just pressed himself lightly against you, making you walk backwards the few steps that separated you from the window glass. Then he slowly reached for your hand gradually intertwining his fingers with yours, moving them slowly up and down to stroke your skin, closely studying your features. 

“You hand is so soft.” He whispered and you faintly smiled, as you closed your fingers on the back of his hand and he gently squeezed in response. 

His felt so warm and inviting but your mind was so focused on keeping it together at the new closeness that no coherent words came to you. You simply enjoyed his touch and he felt relief washing over him as you did not seem to reject him and he watched you, content. You didn’t expect anything in particular that night but you felt like making a huge step forward. 

He already did touch you the first night you met him but it hadn’t the same meaning - at the club you were still mere strangers and it was just an act of kindness, a quite particular one you had thought but it did not mean anything else whereas holding hands for the first time in his living room it was the beginning of you opening up to each other a bit more and you were glad that you were living this with someone like him. 

It would have been much harder if his personality was hard to put up with but you surely would have cut short the deal. Fortunately, he wasn’t any weirdo and the cautions he took regarding you softened your heart and reassured your mind. Sure, his physical features were a huge help and you really hope at that moment that he wasn’t playing any games or tricks to get his ways with you. 

Then warmth left you, as gently as it came to travel up your arm, raising goosebumps on its way up to your neck where it settled. His hand stroked your jaw and his thumb your cheeks, slowly making their way to your lips and another smile settled on them recalling the familiar touch. You opened your eyes when you felt him rest his forehead against yours, fanning warm breath on your skin and you felt the need to bring him closer to you even if he already was very close.

Your hands went to clung onto his shirt at his sides and you pulled him gently until your lower bodies’ parts touched. He leaned his face back and watched your appeased features, you taking in the moment and he smiled to himself. He could never, ever get tired of watching you. He really hoped all of this wasn’t a dream, that you actually were inviting him to touch you of your own free will. His other hand came to cup the other side of your face as he ran his fingers in your hair. He gently tug on them to tilt your head back and sideways, breathing in your delicious scent deeply. 

And then you felt it - his soft lips puckering against your skin, tenderly kissing you under your ear next to your jaw as one of his hands slid from your nape to run down your neck and one of your collarbones, to rest a moment right above your chest and then under it, on your side causing you to tighten your grip on him and block your breathing. You tried your best to enjoy his ministrations without revealing too much of how flustered you actually were as you felt his large hand caress some of your body’s sensitive parts. But then it stopped. He stopped as he felt you stiffening under his touch. 

He leaned back with closed eyes and you already missed his warmth as you watched him part his mouth and look at you, slightly disappointed . “I don’t want you to accept doing things for my sake. I need you to want them as much as I do.”

so I’ve thought some on it and alice braga playing teresa as ‘boring’ or ‘unenthusiastic’ is so… its entirely in line with the character teresa mendoza from the books. teresa is borderline emotionless. Yes, of course, she does feel things, but with the way she lived/lives she learned to move passed things incredibly quickly to outside eyes. Not to mention that she tries deliberately not to get close to people because of how cruel her line of work is (and because of past experiences with her loved ones). She’s distant but straightforward. Honestly I’d just like to thank alice braga for understanding the character and showing emotion when its appropriate but mostly keeping it at bay and showing that shes keeping it at bay at this stage in teresa’s life

darthitachi  asked:

Why do you think Joey is a Mage rather than a Sylph? Sylphs are frequently described as magical and she is always trying to fix things, like the paintings or Xefros's moiraillegiance right after meeting him. I think Joey is her own mother and Jude is John's Dad. "You hope this is what mirrors will look like." In line with this theory, I think Jude is a Knight of Void seeing as Dad fights bearhanded, has to conceal his identity as a Man in Black from John, and weaponizes his knowledge of secrets.

Sylphs have been described as magical exactly once in canon, hardly what I’d call frequently, by a person who wasn’t god tier and was more trying to describe the similarity of their roles as Space players in their respective sessions in that conversation. Kanaya talking to Jade about frog breeding duties and such and how they both served basically the same role in SBURB/their sessions, even though we know in canon that they really didn’t serve similar roles at all besides the act of frog breeding itself (hence the “I’m like you but kinda different” part of their conversation)

its something to take with a grain of salt and with its original context, especially because the tone is which it was said was “sorta? sure? idk moving on” and it hasn’t been mentioned since, and since then more and more evidence (such as Aranea’s whole existence but other things as well) has shifted our understanding of Sylph in a different direction

at the very least, in talking about specifically magical associated things and just magical associated things, Sylph falls way waay further down the list then something like Mage or even Witch

and with Joey you also have to factor in that her Aspect is strongly Life, which is going to color a lot of her interactions with a Lifey flavor, as aspects are often the more dominant force when looking at characters descriptions/dialogue/actions etc

and Life as an aspect can be quite inherently Healing in nature, especially in the case of Joey who focuses on healing solely Life associated things such as Animals. She mentions a lot of broken objects in various flavor texts throughout the game, but says a lot of things such as (paraphrasing) “alas, it is not an animal, and therefore I don’t care” 

As for the paintings in her house, she’s hardly fixing them really, all she’s really doing is changing her father’s possessions to suit her instead as an act of rebellion, if she were actually fixing them like a sylph would she be preserving them, straightening them out, keeping the paint from peeling etc that kinda thing, not like, scribbling all over them in crayon and covering them in stickers, really it’s more like she’s destroying them than fixing them because she hates what they represent, the one exception? That painting in the living room of the very clearly alive and roaring lion, which she says shes always liked because of how Alive it seemed rather than dead, completely untouched by any crayon or stickers

as well as her other interests like Baking (and you could argue dancing as an expression of force/energy/her physical form, especially because we mostly use it ingame to shake things around or to help her fight rather than use it to keep time or rhythm or play music, which would make it more time associated) as well as things like her naturally contentious nature against her father and his ways (she mentioned she once bought into it but now doesn’t) to the point of disowning his name completely and destroying his house and objects out of spite (maybe more negative expressions of Life, but Life nonetheless, fighting authority for the sake of your own independance, the fact that she has to have been very independant growing up)

Other things for Mage as a classpect though, one of her other interests is in solving puzzles and using her noggin to work her way through things, and she is intensely curious about everything in her surroundings, ignoring warnings from her brother of “hey don’t look at that mysterious thing it could be dangerous” with “pfft, duh of course I’m gonna look at the mysterious dangerous thing who do you think I am?”

but what strongly makes me sure that she is a Mage, moreso than all the magic and mental associations

is that throughout the game, Joey displays a lot of knowledge that she could not possibly know, either through clever meta references or through internal gut feelings and knowledge that she intuits from her surroundings and objects that she interacts with

I would have to go back through my playthough to grab screenshots of what I mean, but some specific instances are things like the different patterns on the lite brite object you can make (Bec’s head, the cherub spiral) the interactions you get near the attic part of the game when you rub the Cherub Key/Heirloom thing on everything and during a conversation with Xefros when she asks who he’s rebelling against she jokingly suggests “The Man”? but the man is color typed to be in all green with the a in the center as white

clearly referencing the figure of Doc Scratch, who she should know absolutely nothing about, even if to her it was a joke and she herself didnt consciously understand the reference she was making, she still unconsciously made the reference, she still understood something she shouldn’t really be able to

As well as understanding how to use Alternia technology, understanding how to change the color of the text, understanding how to use a tablet and take a selfie right off the bat when for her its currently 1994, that technology doesn’t even have an existing equivalent on earth yet but she picks it up intuitively as if shes used it all her life, not to mention that she could intuitively understand bits and pieces of alternian language despite absolutely never seeing anything like that in her life

and she makes a lot of outstanding intuitive understandings of the people and things around her, correctly guessing why her PA left her (she says for “greener pastures or bluer women” which we understand as referring to Jade’s eventual arrival and possibly Nanna/Some version of Jane) correctly understanding the nature of Xefros’s and Dammek’s relationship as damaging to Xefros, cutting through the fact that to her it’s an alien culture and for all she knows this may be the norm for them and perfectly healthy, but both her and we as the audience know and understand that it is not

there’s more things too (Id have to rewatch for specific examples) but over all her character on the whole, for me I see Mage and Life completely outshine every other possibility thus far

*EDIT* and if there was one screenshot that perfectly describes this, like how the homestuck kids also had one page descriptions that included clever references to to their classpects before we knew them, Joeys equivalent is probably this:

“These posters…they resonate so powerfully with the very core of your being. the animals. the MAGIC (Mage). the POWER (Life). they whisper to you in your dreams… secrets of a better world on the other side of the stars… (reference to how she shoots across space like a shooting star to alternia)

Monsta X reaction to you comforting them during a nightmare

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Shownu; Shownu was beat tired from his schedules and went to bed first while you decided to read a book. In the middle of your reading, Shownu became restless, shifting his weight on the bed and beads of sweat was forming on the sides of his temple. Shaking him lightly, he woke up and sat right up, trying to catch his breath. You were utterly worried to see him like this and just with the sight of him turning pale made you wrap your arms around him and asked him what’s wrong.

It would probably take a couple of minutes for him to calm down and tell you everything. With you comforting him made him teary-eyed. He’s so grateful to have a girlfriend like you, listening to him without interrupting him or anything. 

Sssshh, babe it’s just a bad dream. I’ll never leave you, okay? I will always love you until the end.  C’mon, stop crying, how ‘bout let’s go eat some ice cream to cheer you up, hmm?”

Shownu would be really thankful and would be shy and embarrassed for being weak in front of you but then, that doesn’t matter to you.

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Wonho; Well, Wonho would be panting by the second you wake him up. You’d be asking him if he’s okay, what happened and whatnots but Wonho didn’t say anything as he stared into space, his mind clearly filled with the details of the nightmare he just had. The look on Wonho’s face made you pull him towards you and hug him tightly, stroking his locks with your fingers. The two of you would stay in that position for awhile until you felt his hands tightly gripping on to your shirt, tears slowly spilling and his shoulders would start to shake. Having you by his side, comforting him, made him realize how much you mean to him.

I don’t want to lose you babe…. I-I dreamt that you were taken away from me a-and I never got to see you again…”

You would immediately hush him, telling him that that’ll never happen and you’ll always be by his side, loving, caring and supporting him with all of you life. He’d pull away from the hug and cup you by the cheeks, asking you to make that as a promise, to which you oblige right away, making him kiss you on the lips and pulled you back to sleep with his arms wrapped tightly against you, showering you with kisses.

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Minhyuk; Minhyuk’s nightmare would probably having a pack of wolves chasing after him, with some ghouls and other monsters waiting right ahead of him. He’d be turning and kicking the sheets, making you wake up from your deep slumber. You’d wake him up and he’d jolt up, his eyes wide open and his heart beating real fast. He’d turn to you and would try his best to tell you what he just dreamt. You’d be wiping away the sweat on his temples and would hug him from the front, leaving a little space in between the two of you as you wait for him to tell you about his dream.

A-a pack of wolves w-were chasing me and if I continued, I would’ve been devoured by monsters and and I didn’t know where to go…”

You would soften at how much he resembled a child going to his mommy. Tucking a finger under his chin, you’d look into his eyes and give him a light peck on the lips, reassuring him that everything’s okay and that if it’d ever happen, you’d protect him. This would probably make him smile widely, finally calming himself down, before hugging you tightly with his arms wrapped arounf your neck, nuzzling his face on the side of your head before saying “I love you”.

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Kihyun; Kihyun would jolt up, a troubled look plastered all over his face. The last time he’s gotten a nightmare was when he was still in his first year of being a trainee. Ruffling his hair in frustration, he grunted and was about to go get some fresh air when you grabbed him by the arm and stopped him. He didn’t want to bother you since you had a class the next day but he was quite thankful when you told him that he’s your top priority and you can just catch some sleep after your classes. After telling you about the car-crashing nightmare, you cupped his cheeks and deeply looked into his eyes.

Babe, it’s just a nightmare. Don’t worry, it won’t happen alright?”

He’d be so relieved and would feel really lucky to have a girlfriend like you. Nodding his head in response, he’d smile at you and offers to sing you a lullaby for waking you up, to which you’d accept while he makes you lie down on his arm and his arms wrapped around your waist.

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Hyungwon; With you having to wake him up frequently due to a nightmare that constantly repeats itself, Hyungwon would try to act like he’s okay. Flashing you a meme expression and bursting out into fits of laughter wouldn’t really convince you. You would grab him by the hand and worriedly look at him, which he’d finally give up and heave out a sigh. He knew he couldn’t hide anything from you. 

I dreamt about it again and…. it scares me…. to think that it might happen one day to you… I just can’t–”

You wouldn’t let him finish his sentence as you’d pull him into a tight hug and hush him. Having you to comfort him made him feel safe, he’d bury his face on the crook of your neck and take deep breaths. After pulling away, you’d offer to make him some  marinated grilled pork ribs, to which would literally lift up his spirits and would constantly be by your side, hugging you closely to him even if you’re already making him a midnight snack/meal.

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Jooheon; This baby boy would be hard to calm down. He’d be in tears by the minute he wakes up from a horrible nightmare. It was a dream that he’d never want to happen ever in his life and that would be the group fighting each other, only to end up disbanding. You would panic by the second you see tears brimming down his cheeks. Asking him what’s wrong, he’d try his best to tell you the whole thing but would only end up sobbing.

Aw, babe, that will never happen. I know you guys may have ups and downs but I know, for sure, that that will never ever happen. I believe in you guys and I know you believe in them. Babe, c’mon, don’t cry. Ssshh, it’s just a bad dream, don’t worry.”

You would be cradling him and would kiss his tears away, reassuring him with a bunch of comforting words until he’d feel better. He wouldn’t be able to imagine how’d he be without you being there to comfort him. He would be super clingy to you even if the night ends.

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I.M; By the second you step foot on the room, you’d see Changkyun spacing out with beads of sweat forming on the side of his temples. You’d greet him but he wouldn’t respond, to which you’d hurriedly change your clothes and go to him right away. He’d avoid your gaze when you ask him what’s wrong. You’d give him time for awhile but you’d still caress the back of his hand until he’d speak up. He’d be hesitant at first but seeing you already comforting him without you knowing it made him calm down. 

Well…. I dreamt that I was with you in an island filled with cannibal… and you were being taken away as a sacrifice or something…. I-I don’t want to break it down further…”

You wouldn’t force Changkyun to tell you everything but you’d softly caress the back of his hand once more, telling him comforting words that it’s just a dream and many more. You’d even leave for awhile and come back with two cups of hot choco on your hands, making him smile at your efforts to cheer him up. While you continue to comfort him, he’d just blurt out “I love you”s from here and then before the two of you go to bed.