#SS writing challenge

[siblingshuffle]

Challenger From The Future (Part 1): The Shadow

Built to be the greatest Her creator’s Ultimate Weapon A conquest ending in Failure So, defeated, he disarmed her

Then out from the past one day A version of her creator came With a plan and a part she could play A final chance to prove her worth and they took it away.

She’d done everything right! Who “fills the role better?!” What makes HER so good that they’d replace and forget her?!

Was she not good enough? She felt hurt, slighted-

…Nothing would ever be good enough. Her creator is… shortsighted.

…She will just have to demonstrate. Weapons are built for war. He will witness her kill the usurper Destroy her thoroughly, past and future.

Oh, she will show him! She will show them all. She is his Ultimate Weapon, And by her blade they’ll fall.

[summertimemusician]

WIP Snippet of the First x Prisoner Reader Vision I've Had Recently

It was dark, as it had been for a long time now.

How long has it been, since he was thrown into this dark cell with accusations of treachery and left to rot? 

Days?

Weeks?

Months?

(He didn’t entertain the possibility of years. It slithers and bites cold and cruel like the metal around his wrists, it hisses mockingly in his ears like the demon’s, like snakes twining over his throat.

If he did, he’d think of Orville, of a demon desperately wanting to be granted rest, of deity’s with pale eyes and summer sunlight hair of golden Hylian wheat fields and blue skies. Of a world outside the prison cell.

He can’t afford to falter now, would not give the lord the satisfaction of thinking he’d successfully tamed a lion.)

It was quiet in the dark, if he did not move, nothing but his own breathing and the dizzying, choking dread over what he still saw every time he closed his eyes, over the threat of furious tempest and the burning greed stoking the flames of malice. His perceived betrayal and the injustice of being defanged when his only wish was to protect his people was more agonizing than any wound inflicted on him on the day of his imprisonment, festered like the untreated cuts and bruises, burning through his mind constantly like the tight strain of the chains, digging and pulling into at what was once strong flesh.

The silent isolation could drive any man insane, only stubbornness and determination kept him strong.

…

Suddenly, something changed, enough to make him stir, head hung low but ears twitching with interest. A familiar sound that made him bare his teeth with the most minute of flinches.

Shouting.

Angry yells and outraged howls, the type belonging more to a wild fox’s throat than that of a human’s.

Yelling was never a promising portent.

The metallic screech of an old rusted door being opened reverberated through the dungeon halls, thankfully not his own, a voice’s strangled cry cuts through the silence, more pain than rage, punctuated by the indifferent snapping of cold, twining chains and the slam of the prison cell’s entrance giving it a sense of finality.

‘... Why would someone else…?’

What kind of deeds did his apparent cell neighbor commit to get locked in the most deserted part of this place? He knew there was a cell by the side of his own, from what little he could recall before being imprisoned himself, but it made no measure of sense to chain someone else nearby.

(He knew what the lord was doing, keep him quiet after he'd spoken up about the threat, keep him isolated, drive him mad, slowly but surely chipping away at his will to live-

Even if he was released, who would believe the words of a madman?)

Link thought about his own circumstances, of how he had been branded of ill mind and opportunistic intentions, and ultimately decided it did not matter. 

After all, his motives didn't matter either.

Soon enough there was banging on the metallic doors, then cursing, then yowling, then hoarse cries, and then nothing as the silence returned once more to stifle the atmosphere with its oppressive, suffocating weight. Clamping down like a lynel’s fangs upon his mind again.

Link’s ears twitched as he briefly flinched into consciousness, shuddering from both the deep aching in his bones and the cold of the cell, something whispering beneath the silence of the cell. It was subtle, a quiet little clink, clink, clink against the walls like a bird sharpening their beak on stone, his eyes snapped open, eyes darting about the darkness, squinting and straining his ears, the chains rattled with the suddenness of the movement and he gritted his teeth as each muscle screamed in protest, almost gagging at the metallic sweet smell mixing with the sourness of old sweat and the stale air of the cell. He really didn't want to dislocate one of his shoulders again, once was enough.

Link closes his eyes, and sends a quiet prayer for his fellow wayward soul. 

...

At first, he thought he imagined it. He couldn't hear the firm footfalls of the guards, the main indication of their patrol routes, nor the confident stride and rankling jewelry of the lord, and he was sure his cellblock companion had gone silent after a quite a few possible weeks of putting up one impressive fight, he doubted they would have left anything much for them to work with.

(If his lips curved a little at the blood coating the lord’s fine sleeves after one of his visits, well, that was between him, the darkness and the goddesses, if they were listening at all.)

And still, the sound persisted, clink, clink, clink.

Then-

Clack.

He lifted his head with a wince, it throbbed but Link couldn't care less about it, he had to find the source of the sound. He squinted at the wall, finally hearing something new, the clanking of heavy chains and heavy, strained breathing, a voice growling in aggravation and strain, raspy in a way he was sure his own would match. A scraping against stone.

“Well… Not much of a breeze from there, great.”

He swallowed, throat suddenly dry as lightning lanced through his spine, a tension seizing his frame, the words came out before he could fully process them, “...Apologies to disappoint.”

“Oh goddesses-” There was a faint sound like something being dropped and the clanking of the chains alongside a faint, muffled thud.

“No goddesses to be found, not here. Just me.” He spoke, some amusement creeping into his voice.

A pause, the faint shifting of metal on stone, and then, “... Did you just- no, nevermind that, this is-” A faint, incredulous chuckle, teetering on the cliff of hysterics, still, they had a nice laugh and suddenly, Link briefly wondered what the shape of a smile would look like on their face, “I know this is probably an awful thing to say, stranger, but it’s so, so nice to know there’s someone else in this awful place other than that pretentious jerk.”

“The lord?” He inquired, more of a statement than anything else.

“That’s the one.” They confirmed, no small amount of bitterness coated their voice with the same sharpness found in the thorns of briars, “Barely a full year in the kingdom, and he’s got his people hauling me to the slammer.” They scoffed, their worn down voice carrying quietly through his cell, “And here I thought Hylia’s people subscribed to her ideology that all life is to be preserved and just judgment above all, guess the joke’s on me.”

Link hangs his head in resignation, something like loathing scraping at his throat, trickles of guilt swallowed down like blood, “... As someone once in his servitude, I offer my apologies on behalf of my people.”

“Oh.” The voice exclaimed, shifting in place, before speaking hesitantly, “Hey now, you don’t have to apologize. It’s got nothing to do with you, the idiocy of one man shouldn’t fall on your shoulders”

A part of Link would like to differ, maybe, just maybe, if he was still free then, he could have done something, anything to help. The prisoner’s howls still ring in his ears.

Remembering his own predicament makes him hold his tongue. If he couldn't even convince the lord that what he saw was the truth, he doubted he would actually succeed

“So…” They start, his ears flick at the light, metallic click, from the corner of his eye, he sees a piece of the wall fall away from a very subtle crack, the shattered stone dropping against the ground of the cell, mixing with the dark stains of old blood, “You seem like a decent enough guy, and you don't sound too hot there so I won't ask what you're in for, care to give me something to call you other than stranger? I'll give you my name in return. Doesn't look like we're going anywhere any time soon, may as well get used to one another.”

He blinked slowly, taking a deep, trembling breath.

When was the last time someone had treated him with any shred of sympathy? When was the last time he had someone to talk to?

(The lord didn't count, it was less a conversation and more so being talked at, urged like some sort of reluctant pet, degraded like a feral dog-

“Take it back.” The lord had spoken, his face impassive and eyes cold, as one of the guards held his head in a grip hard enough to rip the hair from his skull, he hisses, both from the concussion, his back open like a blooming flower and from the blood dripping into his eye and down his cheek like a faux tear, “You may have failed me, may have consorted with demons and dared to renounce our golden goddess' mercy. But so long as you agree to say that all you've told me is a lie, I'll let you go. You will live a normal life, all of your blasphemies will be forgiven.”

He gritted his teeth, it would be so, so easy. It was always that easy.

Except he remembered the thing he sealed in that mask, that even it seemed afraid of what was to come. How it shrieked and yowled and screamed and roared and pleaded to either be slain or sent back to where it belonged just so it would avoid getting involved. Of having nightmares of the sky set aflame for as long as he could remember, of a man with pale hair and crimson garments cackling as he tore his comrades limb from limb, of a woman with golden hair and impossibly seating sapphire screaming with the sound of shrieking birds behind her voice as crystalline wings were torn from her back by a man with hair the color of the fires of war, eyes alight with fury and hate-

He spits at the lord’s feet, snarling like the lion he was often compared to.

“Never.”)

What did he have to lose as he was now, defanged and declawed?

“Link.”

(You pause from the other side of the wall, freezing in place. The short, rusty dagger you had nicked from one of the guards scratching violently against stone as your broken hand shakes, an already unsteady grip sustained only through spite and desperation made lax with shock.

Link, says the man on the other side of the wall. The man whose voice is like gravel, like ashes after a forest fire, but still kind, a little awkward but who immediately apologized for something for harm he didn't even inflict upon you.

You had hoped the Hylia and Hyrule thing were coincidence at best , but now-

Mentally screaming into your own mind, you give him your name, the knobs of your spine prickling with a cold other than the metal collar around your neck.)

[bnuuys]

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[kameyyy]

PASSION; atsumu miya x reader

CHAPTER 3: boundaries

cw: ooc probably, mentions of yn, cursing, suggestive language/suggestive humor, mentions of alcohol, mentions of bugs, toxic behaviour/relationship, ignore timestamps and typos

a/n: this is me finally updating after months and not shit posting yayyy !! i had severe war flashbacks writing this but uhm yeah i love it anyway, oh and ignore the specific year being 2021 in yn's chat, my point is that it's been years ok bye

materlist ; notes ;

- it's not a uncommon occurence yn just leaves without telling a single soul and usually she doesn't answer texts either even if she's posting on twitter - yukie had a on-and-off relationship with the toilet for 2 hours - while komori is usually rather outgoing he's terrified of making birthday groupchats because a few years ago everyone just left the gc he made - hanamaki acting normally at the mention of atsumu challenge failed - sakusa is still pissed off hinata melted his tupperware especially since the company filed for bankruptcy - suprisingly atsumu isn't yet banned from using the oven - i once had a bug in my bra and it was terrifying - spontaneous osamu appearance because i was short of one ss

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[vermilionsun]

Since we’re doing part twos👀 Could you write more nsfw hcs for leander and ais? <3

Yes I can Yes I will Yes I did 💃

Ais

Aka choose one hair colour challenge failed

✩ Topping from the bottom

Self-explanatory. “Gives it almost as well as he takes it,” but he’s in charge babe, you stand no chance. He’ll treat you good though, don’t worry—

✩ Facefucking

YOUR FACE OR HIS, he doesn’t really mind. He knows to appreciate a good blowjob and loves having his mouth stuffed full of you. Man doesn’t ask for much. Plus he thinks it hot watching you manhandle him.

✩ 69

I see this man having an oral fixation—I can’t explain it. Sit on his face and suck him. As tiring as it is rewarding.

✩ M I R R O R S

He’ll be sitting on the edge of the bed, you on his lap, your back facing him. His veiny hands keep your thighs open as he makes you watch yourself bounce on him in the mirror and struggle to keep your balance and pace. Delicious.

✩ Pillow Prince(ss)

Let him treat you, okay?

✩ Comfort Sex

hEAR ME OUT WAIT— This man will never fuck you while he’s angry. That goes against a couple hundred of his moral codes, plus he would never want to hurt you. But, after some time, if things are getting heated, he will be slow, sensual, careful. He’ll apologise if he’s at fault. He’ll hold your hand and leave soft murmurs on the crook of your neck, kiss away any tears that might leave your eyes. Same goes if he knows you had had a rough day, accompanied by enough praises to make you see stars.

✩ S H O W E R

✩ Seasping

ON THAT NOTE— If he’s lying inside the waters of the Seaspring, presumably looking at the wall, and you climb in alongside him, well… He won’t bother to hide the gigantic smirk on his face that rivals the size of his boobs as he pulls you on his lap. It also serves as an amazing opportunity for a not-so-subtle fuck you to to Ocudeus.

✩ Exhibitionism–ish

He’d fuck you happily infront of a crowd to prove a point (with your consent of course). He’d take any chance thrown his way to brag about how amazing his partner is.

✩ Remote Control Vibrators

There has to be an alternative to that in the Touchstarved universe, right? Oh, that bastard’s smirk when he suddenly presses it to the highest setting from across the room while you’re in the middle of a conversation.

✩ Against the Table

✩ Spontaneous Sex

He’s definitely the type to randomly return home/come find you “because he’s horny.”

✩ Caught

He won’t stop his actions, just look at the person who walked in on you with a “what do you want?” look. Could easily pick up a conversation while fucking his partner’s brains out, 100%

✩ Up Skirt/Panties to the side

✩ Car

RIP Ais, you’d love late night car rides and car sex afterwards.

Leander

Aka the Nile is a river in Egypt

🗡  Nipple Play

This man’s tits are MASSIVE. Treat them well. Suck on them, twist and pull on them, make him cry.

🗡  Masochism

Self-explanatory.

🗡  Anal Toys

Previously mentioned he’s an ass guy, so make everyone a favour and ruin his ass (literally). B̶e̶a̶d̶s̶ w̶i̶l̶l̶ d̶o̶ t̶h̶e̶ j̶o̶b̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶ f̶i̶n̶e̶

🗡  RIDE HIM &

🗡  PULL HIS HAIR

Sit on his lap, pull his hair and force him to look at you while you ride his soul out of his dick. He’ll thank you once he’ll be able to speak again—give him a couple w̶e̶e̶k̶s̶ days though.

🗡  Magic

Of course, I will elaborate. If he can make flowers of light out of thin air, he most definitely can use his magic for other things, even to a small degree. A restraint, a shock of pleasure, and he most definitely will comply if asked (̶s̶h̶o̶w̶-̶o̶f̶f̶)̶.

🗡  Sleepy

Wake him up with a blowjob once, and you’ll have to continue that routine for the rest of both your lives. He’ll be completely bewitched, still groggy as me moans lowly and oh damn that deep morning voice…

🗡  Gag

It’s both hilarious and incredibly turning on. Try that with your panties, and the man has already cummed.

🗡  Lingerie

Talking about panties… The moment he lays his eyes on you and your fancy little outfit, he swallows dryly. His eyes go dark, and he has to reposition himself because he’s so hard. You’d expect him to rip them off of you immediately, but instead, he guides you to stand in front of his spread–out legs, his hands slowly trailing up your thighs to your ass and waist, feeling the way your skin transitions to the material, his chin resting against your stomach as you pet his hair.

“May I?”

“May you, what?”

“May I take these off?” He tugs at the fabric to make his point. “Please?”

M̶o̶n̶t̶h̶s̶ u̶n̶t̶i̶l̶ y̶o̶u̶ w̶a̶l̶k̶ n̶o̶r̶m̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶.

🗡  Cumming Untouched

Too easy to achieve with this man.

🗡  Under the desk

The bar, specifically. It’s beyond amusing watching him try to keep his composure in front of the patrons while you’re sucking him off so beautifully.

🗡  G̶l̶o̶r̶y̶ H̶o̶l̶e̶

He̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶, o̶k̶a̶y̶?̶!̶ D̶o̶n̶'t̶ c̶o̶m̶e̶ a̶t̶ m̶e̶

🗡  Candle/Wax Play

He had set them up to make a “romantic atmosphere” but the second your eyes darted to the candle closest to you while you were on top of him… yeah, he might have slightly regretted his decision (s̶p̶o̶i̶l̶e̶r̶s̶:̶ h̶e̶ d̶i̶d̶n̶'t̶ a̶c̶t̶u̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ a̶n̶d̶ y̶o̶u̶ d̶i̶d̶ i̶t̶ a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶).

🗡  Public Humiliation

It’s literally canon.

🗡  Caught Masturbating

“Come on darling, won’t you help me a little?”

[padswaffle]

wally giving u his letterman jacket for the first time !! [ wally clark x reader ]

(I know, I said I would write about some other ss characters, BUT I had to write this, forgive me sob)

word count : 4446

tags : gn!reader , afab!reader , no established relationship , teeth rotting fluff

It was late in the evening, they were going down the hallways after finishing with their pottery lab.

They've always been creative, since young age.

It wasn't new to people that they liked doing things like diy, painting or crafting and pottery was sure a new and fresh challenge for them.

They were talking with a friend, explaining how they would color the mugs they made the next day, the sun was slowly fading away behind the buildings around the school.

They knew there was football practice in the field that day.

The fresh air hit their face as they went out of the main door.

They breathed in, going straight to the field, knowing they had to wait a bit more for their neighbor to finish with his practice.

Wally was running in the fake green grass, along with other guys, all tall and muscular like him, but not quite as pretty.

His hair were moving slowly because of the slight wind, black locks falling on his forehead covered in sweat.

After a bit they finished, y/n still sitting on the benches, waiting for him while swinging their feet.

"Oh, you're already here...sorry I was late but you have to wait a bit more" he said.

"I know, go change, I'll wait for you here" they said, a little smile on their face.

Wally ran to the locker rooms, he did a quick shower, then changed and came back after maybe 15 minutes.

Y/n was sitting where he left them, a book in hand, the lights that adorned the field hitting on their figure.

"Now, I am ready" he laughed, adjusting his big bag on his shoulder "Let's go".

As they stood up, Wally couldn't not notice they weren't wearing any hoodie or jacket.

It wasn't very cold, but the fresh air wasn't like summer at all.

They walked together through the parking lot.

They were neighbors since 8th grade, always seeing each other but becoming friends in 10th, the houses were very close to school so every morning they walked to school together.

"Had a nice day?" he asked, while putting his hands in his jacket's pockets.

They nodded "Not bad I should say...I made a mug" a smile.

"Oh cool, a mug?" he raised a brow "Damn, couldn't imagine what horrendous thing could came out if I did something like that" he laughed.

"It isn't difficult at all but...yeah I agree"

Wally chuckled, putting a hand on his forehead and gasping "Oh no, you think of me so low?" he said.

"Maybe" they said, swinging while walking "It's fun, actually...tomorriw we're coloring them...wanted to make it blue and white with...your number on it" they said.

They've been thinking of that since a few days.

Wally was always gentle and kind, he always offered them to go to his house so they felt like they should give him something in exchange and a gift was a perfect choice.

Nothing better than something handmade.

Wally's gaze softened "You...you serious?" he said, looking at them in disbelief.

"Yeah, wanted to make you a gift"

"You're...kind...too kind...thank you" he was already tasting all the good coffee he could've drink in that perfect cup.

The walk went on through some discourse about the fact that one of their teachers believed aliens would take on the world and the possibility of that.

Y/n crossed their harms, caressing their arms.

"Hey, you cold?" Wally asked, looking at them worried.

They shook their head "No...it's find, just the wind hitting my skin makes me feel a bit cold, but when it stops it's fine".

Wally nodded, taking off his letterman jacket, y/n shaking their head "No Wally you don't have t-" but the jacket was already placed on their shoulders.

It was warm from Wally's body heat, soft on the sleeves.

They blushed.

They knew what that meant in 'school lenguage'.

They tried to not think about that.

When at their door, they said bye to each other to the next day.

"Your-"

"Keep it"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, you'll give it to me tomorrow okay?"

They blushed even more, nodding "Okay...see you tomorrow...don't be late again" a chuckle.

"Promise, I'll make you breakfast to eat while we go to school" he winked, turning and crossing the road to go to his house.

He was smiling hard, the sight of you drowning in his jacket still in his mind.

He knew he would have your smell all on it the next day, exactly while you were holding the clothing to your chest, smiling and sniffing it, thinking about Wally.

[seungmins52ndhairstrand]

Chapter 3 - Fuck you Lily Morrow

Ss count - 0

Word count - 1.8k

Warnings: cursing, plenty of alcohol

A/n: I feel so out of shape with writing, I haven't done any writing since my school days years ago so apologies haha. Yet again ny weekend is busy, but I'll try to come out with something for y'all

I'm actually really open to feedback on the writing and grammar and all those small things, if something bothers you please let me know cause I relate

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Inside, the energy was through the roof. People were dancing left and right, doing body shots and enjoying being able to spend time with idols outside their own groups and companies.

At tables around the bar where the music was a bit quieter to allow for conversation, you saw the strangest mixes of idols you weren’t even aware knew each other. They were catching up, or chatting with plenty of laughter in between sips of their drinks.

Nari handed you the menu card for the drinks. “Free bar, drink as much as you want. That’s not a challenge, y/n,” she said with a pointed look.

“Oi, it’s free alcohol, the challenge is making them regret that!” You take the menu and look over the drinks, there’s so many names you have never heard.

Deciding on the drink with the silliest name, you order yours after your members, always doing things last. It was a habit you picked up after stanning Stray Kids for years and noticing that Bang Chan always stood behind the members, or made sure everyone was taken care of before tending to himself.

Hyerin orders a round of shots for everyone. “To really get the party started,” she says with a smile. She holds up her shot and everyone follows her. “Where does the Titanic lie?”

“On the bottom!” Everyone yells out and empties their shots. The alcohol burned slightly going down your throat, but the sweet taste of berries made up for it.

Looking around, you spot someone you know. She was dressed in a pastel pink crop top, embroidered with red flowers. Her skirt was puffy and frilly, reminding you a little bit of circus clothes.

You excuse yourself from the girls, and they all give you a pout, except for Nari, who jokingly shoves you away.

Moving through the tables and the loud conversations was easier than you thought, and you were soon standing right behind your friend. You tap her on the shoulder.

“Lily! Damn, I thought the crowd was gonna eat me, I’ve never seen so many people gathered for a party,” you fake being out of breath, your hand clutching your shirt.

“It’s because you don’t have any fans, sweetie,” she winks at you. “Our concerts are always this wild.”

“Hey hey, what’s this now?” You point to your left hand, where your fingers slowly fold to leave only your middle finger standing up. “Fuck you, Lily Morrow.”

You both laugh, and she gestures for you to sit down. You take a seat, and immediately get bombarded with hands to shake and names to remember.

“Girls calm down, go one at a time,” Lily says to the group. The four girls at the table mutter small laughed apologies, and one of them stretches out her hand to you.

“Hi! I’m Bae. I love your music, ‘Biker’ has a permanent spot in my brain,” Bae gushes on and on about your songs until she is stopped by one of the others.

“Oh my god, let the girl breathe Bae, she isn’t here as an idol tonight,” one of the other women says and extends her hand for you to shake. “Ryujin, we have met before. Obviously you must be meeting a lot of new people right now, so I won’t hold it against you if you don’t remember me.”

“Of course I remember you, and even if I didn’t, I still know who you are,” you shake her hand. Yes, you know very well who Ryujin is. If you were being honest, you know every single person sitting at that table. Out of concern of looking like a fangirl, and to remember your manners, you decide to let everyone introduce themselves.

When everyone had settled down, and gotten you caught up with what they were doing, you were asked if you wanted to join. They were doing a round of good old classic ‘truth or dare’.

Not that you hate truth or dare, but you were eager to get on the dancefloor, and maybe meet some more people. Expressing these thoughts to the girls around the table, a bunch of ‘aww’s rang out. You agreed to a short round before leaving to go dance.

“Y/n, truth or dare?” Lily asked you, leaning forwards putting her elbows on her thighs.

“Hmmmm, I’ll go with truth.”

“Do you have any plans to go to a private room tonight?”

“A what now?” You asked, confused. There’s private rooms?

“Oh my god, okay so, did you notice that this is a very large building?” Haewon smirks at getting to explain this concept to you.

You nod, you had noticed that the place is huge, there’s no way it’s only a dancefloor and a bar. Yes, it had to fit a lot of people, but there were multiple buildings attached to the main part where you are currently located.

“When they plan the event, they usually go for places like this. It used to be a school,” Haewon explains. “which means that there are classrooms. These classrooms have been turned into private rooms, where you can go with anyone you want, whenever you want. Whatever happens in those rooms, stays in those rooms. Some people go there to talk, to gossip. Some people go in there alone or with a comfort person to get a moment to themselves away from all the noise. But most people go in there to.. you know… fuck.”

You felt your ears warm up when you realized what the truth you were asked meant. They wanted to know if you planned on having sex at the party. “Oh, that’s actually kinda cool. Well, to answer the question, I don’t know. Let’s see where the night takes us,” you raise your glass in a silent cheers, and down the rest of the contents.

Continuing the game, you’re quickly distracted by the music. One of your favorite party songs is playing, and you just can’t stay seated anymore. Getting up, you let the girls know that now you’re actually going to go to the dancefloor.

Ryujin asks if she could come with you, she did feel a little restless, and she loved the song playing right now. You took her hand and pulled her all the way to the edge of the crowd of people jumping on beat to the bass.

The room was hot, with people standing close to each other and sweating, it warmed up fast. It wasn’t something you noticed immediately, lost in the music and belting out every lyric you knew.

Although you were having fun, you couldn’t shake this weird feeling of being watched. But no matter where you looked, no one was visibly staring at you. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was that habit. Always being watched when you performed, when you trained and when you were just walking places. There were always eyes on you. Now, while jumping to the music and dancing deliciously bad, you guessed it was just that well-known feeling nagging at you.

What you hadn’t caught was the idol sitting with his friends, his eyes fixed on you as you leaned in to whisper a bad joke to Ryujin, who just laughed and hit your arm lightly. He had never met you, but oh, had he heard about you. He liked your music, something about the fact that you had sat and made it yourself made the songs better and his respect for you skyrocket. He had heard whispers of you, only good things though. He had seen some of your content, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t think you were very beautiful.

Already weeks before the actual event, he decided he would talk to you tonight. He saw you when you arrived together with your group, and thought of approaching you then. He realized that you’d maybe like to get a drink or two, and talk with people you were comfortable with before he invaded your space. So instead, he’s sitting with a soda and glancing at you every now and then, debating whether to go join you now, or if he should wait until you’re by yourself.

Back down on the dancefloor, you and Ryujin had been joined by your members once they had seen that you were having fun without them. Mija tried saying something to you, but with the music being this loud, you were surprised you could hear your own thoughts.

An hour passes easily, with dancing and small breaks filled with shots, drinks and whispers whenever you see two people kissing in a corner.

You weren’t drunk yet, but you definitely felt the buzz through your body. The strobe lights and smoke machines made you feel dazed and filled with energy. Your body became more loose as you danced, and you laughed at everything your friends said. All in all, you felt good. Really good.

Multiple people had come up and talked to you. Some wanted to buy you a drink, let you know how beautiful you were, and told you with winks that if you were ever interested in leaving the party for a short while, all you had to do was find them. Some just wanted to get to know you on a platonic level. You were collecting phone numbers like your grandma collected fridge magnets.

During one of the breaks from the music, once a song you weren’t too familiar with came on, you were sitting on a couch. You had lost Ryujin to someone else a little while ago, so it was just your members and you.

“I really have to pee,” Nari suddenly exclaims, slurring her words a little bit. “Someone go with me.”

“You’re a big girl, you can go to the bathroom by yourself,” you laugh at her, resolved to stay exactly where you are.

“No, because what if someone tries to befriend me in the line,” she whines, sounding exactly like a little kid who doesn’t want to eat their vegetables. “I need my safe girls”

One by one the members realized that they, in fact, did also have to go to the bathroom. None of them wanted to leave you behind, but your feet and legs ached from jumping, and the world was spinning slightly, so you were completely okay with waiting for them. You didn’t mind other people coming up to you and talking, like Nari did.

Sitting there and looking around, for the first time, you missed your phone. Now would be a good time to mindlessly scroll through social media on your private accounts.

You were so lost in your mind, that you didn’t notice the figure approaching you, until he was standing right in front of you.

“Hi, I’m Chan. Do you mind if I sit?”

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Mutal Midnight Madness | Choi San, Jung Wooyoung, Kang Yeosang ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆Day 23 : Phone Sex

↬ [ Synopsis ] : After a hectic day at work, you decide to hop on a video call with your boyfriends, Yeosang, Wooyoung, and San. A special gift from San becomes your source of joy, while the boys keep you entertained all night.

☆Word Count : 2.9k ☆Genre : Smut, Idol-Au, Crack. ☆Pairing : Idol! Wooyoung x Idol! San x Idol! Yeosang x Stylist! F.Reader

☆☆☆WARNINGS : mdni!, pure Smut (18+), y/n was a stylist for the boys, menace WooSanSang, flirty texts on crack (ss inside for u my loves! 😉 ), use of sex toys (vibrator), phone sex, boys are busy with their “It’s You” mv while y/n is in Italy for her fashion show, lots of riling up, hella suggestive, edging, praise, petnames (cutie, kitten, baby, babygirl )

NOTE : Day 23 with my boys WooSanSang for you all. I am grinding hard to catch up because I was busy with exams so now I am working hard to finish this kinktober on time.

Hope y’all enjoy this piece, I loved writing it so much. I loved writing those flirty msgs on crack so have fun (ss are there waiting for you). Hope you enjoy and show some love to this ma cheries , I have tried something different.

"Let us take care of you, babygirl," Yeosang and Wooyoung assured you as they watched through the screen. The vibrator, San's gift, took you to peaks of pleasure, their names falling from your lips like a prayer, while San's intense eyes never left your beautiful frame.

But how did the midnight madness begin ? Let's rewind a bit.

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“Y/n, how is the collection coming together ?” your collection director Amanda, asked as you diligently worked on your first clothing collection, set to be presented at Milan Fashion Week. After working as a stylist for four years, you were finally getting the chance to release your own collection.

“Yeah, it’s coming together really well.” you replied to Amanda, just as your phone pinged with a notification. You quickly turned it off.

“I’m already halfway done with the collection, Amanda. Just a few more pieces and some accessories I have planned. Once those are designed, I’ll be completely finished,” you continued, a satisfied smile spreading across Amanda’s face as she admired your work.

She noted the intricate details you’d incorporated, impressed by how you’d pulled inspiration from fantasy elements while still keeping the pieces wearable��a challenge you had tackled successfully.

“Really amazing work, Y/n. The collection truly feels like one cohesive piece, with different moving parts that all contribute to the main message, pulling it together beautifully.” she complimented you as your phone pinged again. You let out a nervous chuckle, quickly turning it off once more.

“Thank you so much, Amanda. I really hope this collection makes an impact on the Milan runway,” you replied, hoping it would be your big break into the glamorous world of fashion. Another ping.

“I’m sure it will. This might be the star collection of the season, given how diverse it is. It will definitely appeal to a wide audience.” she said. Your phone pinged yet again. “Y/n… that sounds like an important message. Why don’t you check it?” she urged.

“Oh, no, it’s nothing, Amanda. Just a few friends from Korea. You remember when I worked as a stylist there? It’s just them,” you replied, carefully hiding the fact that these friends were actually members of a famous boyband called Ateez.

“Ahh… I do remember. Anyway, I won’t take up more of your time. Good luck hun,” Amanda said before leaving the room. You took a deep breath, only to be startled by another ping on your phone.

A year ago, you had worked as a stylist for KQ Entertainment. Specifically, you were responsible for styling Wooyoung and San. With your social personality, you quickly became close friends with them—they enjoyed your company and admired the outfits you put together for them. Yeosang also became your responsibility to style when his stylist suddenly quit, and that’s where this beautiful, messy journey began: feelings, sneaky one-night stands, and a secret relationship that followed you to Milan. You quit your job as a stylist after a few months when an incredible opportunity arose to work on your own collection under Amanda. Leaving Korea, you moved to Italy but kept in touch with the boys, bound by the fun evenings and party-filled nights you had shared with them.

Finally, you opened the message that had your phone buzzing nonstop. Your eyes lit up at the notifications from your favorite group chat with the boys: Sinners Squad (you all thought the name was kind of silly, but it definitely fit whatever the four of you had going on, so you decided to keep it).

After a hectic evening, you finally returned home, eager for your video call with the boys. You missed them so much, and knowing they were busy shooting the “It’s You” music video only made you crave their presence more. The fact that they still made time for you, despite their hectic schedules, sent a rush of warmth through you.

What started as a no-strings-attached arrangement quickly spiraled into something thrilling. Playful flirting and heated exchanges deepened your bond, and memories of sneaky one-night stands ignited delicious tension between you. Their teasing words dripped with double meanings, leaving you breathless and craving more.

You all respected each other's craft, but the undeniable chemistry kept you longing for those stolen moments together. Their virtual support was laced with flirtation, and you often found yourself blushing at their suggestive comments, knowing this connection was anything but ordinary.

Now, their support came through sultry phone calls and steamy video chats, with each word of affirmation only intensifying the longing you felt for them. The group chat buzzed with playful banter, flirty remarks, and a few cheeky emojis that left you blushing, reminding you of the passionate yet playful connection you all shared.

Finishing your dinner, you freshened up, changing into your night clothes just as your phone lit up. A video call from the boys. Smiling, you picked up the call to find Yeosang’s beautiful, makeup-free face greeting you with a huge smile. In the background, you could hear Wooyoung yelling at Yeosang to stop showing him while he struggled to pull on his pants.

What the heck are you doing, Woo ?

Wooyoung finally managed to pull on his pants, his mischievous grin returning. "Okay okay…I’m decent now. But can you blame me ? This is a very important video call."

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Important, huh ? What are you guys planning ? " as you wiggled your eyebrows at them.

Laughing at your antics, Yeosang leaned closer to the camera, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, Wooyoung, spill it! Are you going to suggest something scandalous ?"

Just then, San entered the frame, balancing a tray piled high with midnight snacks. “I brought snacks! I figured you guys could use some fuel for whatever trouble Woo was planning.”

“Perfect timing, San!” Wooyoung exclaimed, leaning back in his chair. “We were just about to decide how to spice up this call.”

“Oh really ?” you teased, leaning closer to your camera. “And what did you have in mind?”

Wooyoung’s grin widened. “How about a little game ? I dare you to tell us your wildest fashion story, and we’ll share ours too. Loser has to do a forfeit. Maybe a little strip tease for the camera ?” His challenge was way exciting to say no to do. Nodding you head, you wondered what you could share that will excite them.

You laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up as a few stories swirled in your mind. “You really think I’d lose to you guys?” You shot back at them as Yeosang’s grin widened at you confidence.

San set the snacks down, a playful glint in his eye. “If you think you can handle the competition, then bring it on kitten!” He paused to wink at you before a mischievous smile dawned his face, “But just so you know, I’m pretty good at this.”

Yeosang chimed in, teasingly, “Just remember, Y/n, we have experience in the wild department. Are you ready to lose cutie ?” You chuckled but did not back down from the fun as a long night of spicy and fun conversations awaited you.

“Game on, boys.” you said, feeling the adrenaline rush as you prepared to share your wildest story. “But just so you know, I’m not going down without a fight.”

Wooyoung chuckled, leaning forward,eyes shining with mischief. “I like a girl who’s confident. This is going to be fun, baby.”

Everyone chuckled at his excitement while you set the phone on the bed in a way that they could get a full body view of you while they adjusted their phone to make it a hands free experience.

Wooyoung finally managed to pull on his pants, his mischievous grin returning. "Okay, okay... I’m decent now. But can you blame me? This is a very important video call."

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Important, huh? What are you guys planning?" You wiggled your eyebrows at them.

Laughing at your antics, Yeosang leaned closer to the camera, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, Wooyoung, spill it! Are you going to suggest something scandalous?"

Just then, San entered the frame, balancing a tray piled high with midnight snacks. “I brought snacks! Figured you guys could use some fuel for whatever trouble Woo was planning.”

“Perfect timing, San!” Wooyoung exclaimed, leaning back in his chair. “We were just about to decide how to spice up this call.”

“Oh really?” you teased, leaning closer to your camera. “And what did you have in mind?”

Wooyoung’s grin widened. “How about a little game? I dare you to tell us your wildest fashion story, and we’ll share ours too. Loser has to do a forfeit. Maybe a little strip tease for the camera?” His challenge was way too exciting to say no to. Nodding your head, you wondered what story you could share that would excite them.

You laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up as a few stories swirled in your mind. “You really think I’d lose to you guys ?” you shot back as Yeosang’s grin widened at your confidence.

San set the snacks down, a playful glint in his eye. “If you think you can handle the competition, then bring it on, kitten!” He paused to wink at you before a mischievous smile crossed his face. “But just so you know, I’m pretty good at this.”

Yeosang chimed in, teasingly, “Just remember, Y/n, we have experience in the wild department. Are you ready to lose, cutie?” You chuckled but didn’t back down from the fun, as a long night of spicy and entertaining conversation awaited.

“Game on, boys,” you said, feeling the adrenaline rush as you prepared to share your wildest story. “But just so you know, I’m not going down without a fight.”

Wooyoung chuckled, leaning forward, his eyes shining with mischief. “I like a girl who’s confident. This is going to be fun, baby.”

Everyone laughed at his excitement while you set the phone on the bed, angling it to give them a full view of you, as they adjusted their phones to make it a hands-free experience.

“Alright, let’s get this game started!” Wooyoung declared, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Y/n, you’re up first. Share your wildest fashion story, and remember, it better be juicy.”

You took a deep breath, feeling heat flood your cheeks. “Okay, okay. So, there was this one time at a fashion show—”

Before you could finish, San interrupted, a playful smirk dancing on his face. “Wait, Y/n. If we’re going to share stories, let’s do it properly. You know, since we’re all friends here…” He leaned closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “I brought something special for tonight.”

Curiosity sparked within you. “Oh ? Okay, San… what have you planned for me?”

He leaned back, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I may have sent you that toy you mentioned wanting to try out. Thought it could help you with your story, kitten.”

Yeosang’s eyes widened in playful delight. “You did what? Now I’m curious! You have to show us, Y/n!”

Wooyoung chuckled, “I knew I liked San for a reason. This just got a whole lot more interesting.” He leaned closer, his voice teasingly low. “Now, how about you give us a little demonstration while you share your story?”

You felt a rush of excitement course through you. “Alright, but you boys better be ready to share something too.” You had already opened the toy that San had sent earlier and were wondering when you’d get a chance to use it.

Guess the perfect opportunity just struck.

As you reached for the toy, Wooyoung licked his lips in anticipation. “Oh, we’re ready. Just make sure you keep your voice down so the hotel staff doesn’t come knocking.”

You smiled coyly, bringing the toy into view. “Just guide me through this, and I promise I’ll keep it interesting.”

“Okay, here’s the plan,” San said, his tone playful yet filled with a hint of seduction as he rubbed his hands. “While you pleasure yourself, we’ll each take turns describing what we’d do to you if we were there.”

“Sounds like a fair deal,” Yeosang added, leaning forward, his voice dripping with flirtation. “I can’t wait to hear what you think about my ideas.”

This whole setup was perfect, given how much you missed them. They could almost feel like they were right beside you. Wow! Why have we never tried this before, you thought as Wooyoung’s voice pulled you back to reality.

Wooyoung spoke, his tone low and inviting, beginning the chain of wild imaginations. “I’d love to start. Just imagine, Y/n. If I was there, I’d slowly push your legs apart, whispering in your ear how beautiful you look, how good you’d feel with my hands exploring every inch of you as you touch yourself.”

San’s eyes glinted with mischief as he joined in. “But don’t forget, Woo. I’d be right there, teasing you about how good you look in those cute pajamas while I watched you pleasure yourself. I’d want to hear every little sound you make as you feel that toy inside you.”

A soft gasp escaped your lips as you turned on the toy, the vibrations sending shivers of delight through your body. You could feel the warmth radiating from the three boys on the screen, their eyes filled with hunger as they watched you.

Yeosang smirked, leaning back slightly, his voice sultry and low. “Just think, Y/n. If we were all together, I’d take my time, tracing my fingers down your thighs while you touched yourself. I’d make you squirm, teasing you until you begged for more.”

Wooyoung leaned closer, his voice a seductive whisper. “That’s right, Y/n. Let us guide you through every part while we pleasure ourselves, too. Just picture us, all together, lost in this moment, completely focused on you.”

You could feel your pulse quickening, the toy’s vibrations mixing with their seductive words, stirring a delicious heat in your core. “I can definitely get used to this.” you said, a sultry smile dancing on your lips.

“Good, because we’re not done yet,” San teased, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Keep going, Y/n. We want to hear every sound, see every expression.”

With every twist of the toy and every word that escaped your lips, you felt the tension building within you. “Oh, you’re going to have to do better than that.” you challenged, your voice dripping with playful defiance.

Wooyoung laughed, his gaze intense. “Alright, Y/n, I’m just getting warmed up. Picture this: I’m right there, kissing up your body, my lips trailing along your neck while you get lost in your pleasure. I want to hear how much you crave it.”

San added, his voice a mix of urgency and teasing, “And I’d make sure you’re completely filled with pleasure, using that toy just like I would with my fingers plunged inside your dripping cunt, pushing you closer to the edge with a relentless pace until you can’t take it anymore.”

You moaned softly, the vibrations from the toy syncing perfectly with their words, urging you closer to ecstasy. “You guys are killing me.” you breathed, biting your lip.

Yeosang’s voice was low and coaxing, “Let go, Y/n. Come for us, baby. Just let the pleasure wash over you. We’re here, we’re watching, and we want you to enjoy every second.”

With a shaky breath, you continued, their voices guiding you deeper into your pleasure. “I can feel it building, guys… I’m so close.” Your hand gripped the sheets as the toy’s vibrations drew soft, pleasurable moans from you. The boys on the other side of the screen, watching your delicious movements with intense gazes, was the cherry on top.

“Amazing,” Wooyoung said, his voice thick with desire. “Now picture all three of us surrounding you, our lips worshipping your neck, your juicy breasts, and silky smooth thighs, our fingers taking turns entering and leaving your sweet cunt, making you feel so good you can’t help but scream our names.”

San chimed in, his words a seductive whisper. “We want to hear you fall apart, kitten. Don’t hold back. Let us feel how much you want us.”

The heat coiling in your belly reached its peak, and you felt yourself just on the edge. “I… I can’t hold on much longer!” you gasped.

“Then don’t.” Yeosang encouraged, his tone coaxing and smooth. “Let it all go, Y/n. We’re right here with you.”

With their voices urging you on, you let the waves of pleasure crash over you, your body responding to every command they gave. “Oh my god!” you cried out, surrendering to the ecstasy that consumed you, the toy helping you ride the high as you came all over your white sheets.

As you rode the wave of your climax, the boys cheered you on, their laughter and encouragement filling the room with warmth and joy.

Finally, as you came down from the high, your breaths came in shaky gasps, your heart racing as you basked in the afterglow of the experience. You looked at the screen, finding them all grinning, eyes bright with mischief and admiration.

“That was something else. Do you want us to send more of those toys, babygirl ?” Wooyoung asked, his expression a mix of satisfaction and playful intrigue, curious about your preferences now after trying the toy for the first time.

“I’d rather have you guys here instead of the toy, but wow, that was an amazing experience.” you replied, not quite ready to replace them with the toy just yet.

San nodded, smirking. “Just wait until we’re all together again, kitten.”

Yeosang added, his eyes sparkling. “Let’s just say, this mutual midnight madness is only the beginning.”

“Yeah! But I’m not against the idea of trying more toys if you want to watch me. So, keep them coming,” you teased before heading to the washroom to clean up, as the boys also hung up to clean themselves as Wooyoung had clearly made a mess of himself watching you pleasure yourself.

After this ecstatic call, your body craved more and more of these midnight moments as you got ready to sleep, bracing for a hectic workday tomorrow.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

Disclaimer : This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

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I recently re-read your fic Mal de Mer—it was just as incredible the second time—and I LOVE the way you write intimacy between Mel and Silco, especially because trust is such a perilous concession for both of them. The ending was sweet and full of promise for their new life together, and it left me craving more. Absolutely no pressure to sate my incessant sweet tooth, but I would appreciate your thoughts if you want to share them :)

You’ve written a lot about Silco’s capacity for “true” happiness. The romantic in me wants to imagine that these two will continue to fight for their “happily ever after” until they’re old and gray. Something about the princess choosing the dragon compels me—and Jayce losing that five-year bet despite the odds of a monster getting a fairytale ending being slim to none. In this AU, do most of Silco’s softer moments remain hard-won battles, or will he allow himself to enjoy aspects of domesticity more freely? (One of my predictions is that Silco becomes the Reluctant Cat Dad meme with Scriker.) Do they ever reach a point where Mel is able to comfort Silco in the way he comforts her when she faces her demons?

Conversely, does Mel’s marriage to Silco lead her to embrace her inner wolf on occasion? How does she fare as wife to the Eye of Zaun? We get a taste of it during the top-secret eldritch horror portal debacle on their politically-charged honeymoon. The impending doom had me on the edge of my seat, though they came out stronger on the other side because of it. As they settle into their role as a power couple back on land, how does that power manifest among the glitz of Piltover’s elite versus the murkier dealings of Zaun’s underworld? How did they come to a consensus on what skills Melike will need to navigate her birthright?

And Jinx! I love the way she is present throughout the fic even though she is not actually aboard the SS Woe Betide. Silco is first and foremost a Girl Dad. The scene where Silco talks about braiding his little girl’s hair charmed Mel (and me). Despite her initial reaction to their marriage, does Jinx come to develop a closer bond with StepMel? How does it measure against the intense nature of Jinx’s existing relationships with others? How do you imagine Jinx’s role as a big sister to Melike as she grows up?

XOXO

Thank you for sharing your love for Mal de Mer. It means so much to me that you enjoyed it, given it was such a self-indulgent shippy story.

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I love writing intimacy in different forms - especially when it's hard-won and fragile - so I'm thrilled that this was your takeaway. Mel and Silco are both such wounded characters and love is a powerful balm, but the road to healing is not easy or without pitfalls. I often mention that I write them, on the surface, as that couple who have nothing in common beyond the bedroom, but underneath there is a whole world of shared trauma and a desire to heal, so even basic sex scenes take on a much deeper significance because trust is so rare and difficult for either of them.  Physicality itself becomes almost a bridge, a way for Silco and Mel to share a space and connect outside their usual boundaries.

I think happiness, as a concept, is where both of them differ. Silco, especially, is not someone who sees happiness as a goal, nor does he subconsciously believe he has earned the right to experience it. His drive is the success of his city and his child, and anything that gets in the way of that is not worth his time. 

100% the type to die with a scowl on his face, and teeth bared, because that's what life taught him to do.

In contrast, Mel's capacity for happiness is innate. She is an empathetic, compassionate soul and a joyful one too. She will not be crushed by life, no matter what happens to her. She will always find a way to rise again, with grace in her spirit, and steel in her spine. Her greatest challenge will always be finding her place in a world that does not fully understand her unique gifts.

But she will be happy and loved, because love is simply part of who she is.

In her company, I think Silco can sense the far-off possibilities. In FnF and Mal de Mer, he often compares her to the sun, and there's some truth to that, as her presence subtly alters his perspective on the world. He is, at his crux, a creature of shadows, but he's not afraid to walk towards the light, as long as his hand is firmly clasped in hers.

That's not to say it'll be a straight trajectory towards Happinessville. Both of them have a long way to go and the challenges will never be over, but I think Silco sees Mel as walking proof that not all hope is lost. She makes him feel human, in a way he'd long forgotten. As for domesticity, I imagine they'll get better at it with practice.  From a purely technical standpoint, sharing a home will take some getting used to, as their schedules are polar opposites: his very nocturnal, hers all daytime. They're both people who value privacy and the sanctity of their personal spaces. So I see their relationship as a balance between together and apart.  Most of the time, they'll be out in the world, fulfilling their respective duties, but when they return, it'll be a reconnecting to the center of each other.

I can see Mel painting in the sunroom, while Silco idles on the chaise and reads out loud to her from a political treatise. Or sharing a hot soak in the tub as they scheme together to pull off a political heist. And of course, the sex will always be a pretty integral part of their relationship, whether it's a lazy morning romp in bed or a frenzied fuck in his office.

 (Silco totally becomes a cat dad with Scriker. Also, hilariously, they project their own feelings for the other onto the cat. Silco finds it impudent, sly and ungrateful. Mel, meanwhile, finds it standoffish, moody and volatile.  But when Mel's off on a business trip and Silco misses her, the impudent cat transforms in his eyes into an endearing little sprite.  He'll let it drowse on his lap, and feed it choice scraps under the table, and in indulgent whispers, refer to it as his Little Princess. Then the minute Mel returns, he'll immediately start bitching about how the cat scratched up his favorite chair, or threw up a hairball on his desk. Similarly, Mel, when Silco's away, will call the cat her Little Devilspawn, and spoil it with endless cuddles and treats. She'll also talk to it the way she does to Silco: as a sounding board for the plots she's hatching, and her frustrations with the Council, and her mother's latest meddling. And the minute Silco walks in the door, Mel will pretend like the cat is the most fiendish creature in existence, and complain about how it keeps following her around. She'll say, "She's like you. Always underfoot," or, "I don't know why I bother. You've brainwashed the poor thing into hating me," or, "It's you she's madly in love with. Maybe you should marry her instead."

Poor Scriker.

All she wants is snacks, and the affection of her two humans. Instead she gets all their emotional turmoil projected onto her.  No wonder she barfs in Silco's boots and scratches up Mel's gowns.

I do see Silco, as time goes on, becoming more open with Mel about his past. He won't be as guarded around her, and she'll be able to read him a little better, not because he's suddenly transformed into an effusive open book, but because they've developed a level of incognito trust between them. He'll still be secretive and tight-lipped during the course of the day, but at home, in the sanctity of their bedroom, he'll be more willing to talk about the things that haunt him.  And of course, he'll remain a listening ear to Mel's traumas, in that patient, silent way of his.

 I think a true tipping point happens in their relationship around the five-year-mark, when he's felled by a severe illness- an offshoot of his infected eye triggering a brain bleed -and nearly dies. Mel, who'd been halfway out the door after an epic row (infidelity, fudged finances, and misplaced loyalty on both sides), comes racing back and stays with him throughout the month, refusing to leave his bedside.  All her duties at the Council are put on hold; her mother is stonewalled from inquiring into his condition; their servants are told not to disturb them; their guards are told not to let anyone into the room.

Only Sevika, Jinx and Elora are taken into her confidence. Together, they become a buffer between Silco and the outside world. It's actually around this time that Mel, confronted with the knowledge that Zaun needs Silco to stay stable, and Piltover needs Zaun to keep the peace, begins to understand her dual role as the Queen of the Underground, as it were, and not just the Councilor of Piltover.  Zaun's political landscape is very different than that of Piltover. Where the Council has a strict hierarchical structure and a rigid set of rules, Zaun has no formal leader, but a consortium of cutthroat gangs who are constantly out for blood. Silco is not just a kingpin, but a unifying force, and without him, all hell would break loose.

 It's around this time that Mel learns to embrace her inner wolf, and begin wearing her claws and teeth with pride. Jinx, by then in her twenties, takes over on the showmanship front, while Mel becomes the power behind the throne, and Sevika serves as the liaison between the Eye and the chem-barons. It's also around this time that Mel and Jinx finally strike a tentative truce and form an alliance based on their love for Silco.

Mel will never be Silco's equal in terms of ruthlessness, nor would she want to be, but she does become his mirror. She's extremely canny at outmaneuvering threats, and keeping the big picture in sight. And when she's backed into a corner, she can be just as fierce as he is, but will find ways to undercut the obstacle without bloodshed. Sevika begins to look at her with a newfound respect,  and the two women end up developing a relationship that's a weird simulacrum of Sevika and Silco's own: Mel's the one weaving a web, but Sevika's the one who knows what each strand is for.

And in private, Mel will be at Silco's bedside, keeping him apprised of the current political climate. It's also the first time she's ever truly seen his vulnerability, and been confronted by the prospect of life without him. It will haunt her as she spoons broth down his throat, and wipes sweat from his brow, and tells him stories about her childhood. She will come to terms with the fact that she does love him, and that despite his many flaws, he is the one she wants.

He'll recover, and she'll never speak of the tenderness. He'll never thank her for saving his life. They'll go back to their regular sparring, and sniping, and sex, but they'll be a stronger unit, and he'll trust her implicitly, because he knows that even if she's strayed in the past, her heart's in the right place, and that's a precious gift to him, one he does not take for granted. Likewise, he'll cut way back on the idle dalliances, not because his body is starting to fail him, or his energy levels are not what they used to be, but because the only person who can give him the kind of solace he craves is her.

 As for Melike...

Growing up, she'll certainly enjoy the best of both worlds: de facto royalty in both Zaun and Piltover, and catalyzing a zeitgeist of unification to boot. But I wouldn't expect her to have an easy time navigating her precarious spot between Piltover and Zaun. Nor do I think Silco would ever be a coddling fusspot; he's not built that way.

If anything, he'll have incredibly exacting expectations for her and won't let her slack on a single thing.  She's his, and Zaun's, and therefore she must be the best version of herself. It's a lot of pressure, but he will have a very hard time accepting any less from her, no matter how much he loves her.

 Suffice it to say, this will evoke a jarring deja vu for Mel, who is daring to let herself be a softer mother than her own ferocious parentage.  She wants Melike to grow up a polished and proper Piltovan, yes. But she also wants her child to be granted the small joys that were denied her. She won't let her daughter be a slave to propriety or a tool for the benefit of House Medarda. Mel is a fighter, and she will make sure that her daughter has the strength to fight for what is important to her. She is the product of two people who are not afraid to go after what they want and make it their own. And this will be the case for Melike as well.

 I imagine she'll grow up quite the Daddy's Girl, largely because her nature thrives on challenge, and her father is the ultimate challenge. She'll spend a great deal of time at his side, learning the trade of ruling and the art of the backstab. As she gets older, however, she'll also begin to see the merit in Mel's diplomacy, and will strive to be a good mediator between them. This will please Mel greatly, because it'll mean Melike has inherited the best traits of both her parents. And it'll make Silco proud, because she'll be following in his footsteps. 

 Ultimately, I do think the girl will be far more like Mel than Silco. Her relationship with her father will be one based in mutual adoration, and her relationship with her mother will be based in unconditional love. But her heart will be a tender one, and her mind will be a curious and thoughtful one. I see her as  being a very Danaerys Targaryan type character, but with a far greater capacity for mercy. She will understand the importance of forgiveness, and the need to make peace in the midst of strife. She'll understand that you can't rule a city by violence alone, but you also can't rule it by benevolence alone. 

There is a middle ground that exists, and she will carve it out of the bedrock if necessary. She will do so by being clever, by being compassionate, and by being cunning. And she'll be a far more successful ruler for it, because she won't make the mistakes of her predecessors. But it won't come easy, because she will be the one forced to make the choices that keep a city alive and thriving. She'll have to make deals with her mother's kin and negotiate with her father's enemies.

And she'll have to find a way to balance the scales between them: a lifelong mission if ever there was one.

As for Jinx...

Jinx is a complicated mess, and her relationship with both Mel and Melike is going to be similarly complicated. On the one hand, Jinx loves Silco with all her twisted little heart, and she can see that his love for Mel makes him happy, and so she's willing to try and tolerate her stepmother. On the other hand, Mel is a Piltie and therefore, by association, is an enemy, and someone who's hurt her and her family. Worse, she's Noxian by birth and the daughter of a warlord, so that means she can't be trusted.

In short, Jinx has a lot of feelings about her stepmother, most of them negative. But regarding Mel herself? The person, not the symbol? There's a weird kinship fizzing between them. A strange understanding that neither one of them really expects or welcomes. Mel has a lot of sympathy for the girl, and sees in her an echo of her own childhood: a girl abandoned by those who should have loved her the most. Similarly, Jinx can spot a fellow misfit in Mel, and implicitly senses that she's been through her own share of horrors. (In the FnF verse, they're both also Mages by birth, which gives them an added layer of connection, since they're part of an endangered and isolated species.)

Closeness it will be a slow and stilted dance for them, as neither one of them wants to give too much or take too much, so instead they'll circle each other, and test boundaries, and occasionally clash in a way that will leave Silco pinching the bridge of his nose and wondering what he's gotten himself into.  Ultimately, they'll bond over their strange love for this silly, bitter, broken old man.  And, more broadly, bond over art, and a mutual disdain for idiocy, and the need to survive in the face of adversity. By the ten-year mark, I can see them having their own weird little inside  jokes, and sharing outings without Silco, and even giving him the cold shoulder together, when he's being particularly boorish.

So no, it'll never be a conventional relationship. But it will be a genuine one. Especially as Jinx gets older, and needs a mature adult to confide in. Mel will never take the place of Vi. But she'll become a surrogate guardian, and a good one, with sage wisdom to impart on everything from boy troubles to life troubles. And, on the flip side, Mel will value Jinx's unorthodox advice on the political scene. She'll come to view the girl, not as a daughter, but as a younger sibling, and treat her as such.

 As for Jinx and Melike...

Jinx, despite her early reservations, will be thrilled that she's finally got a little sister, and will make sure Melike's initiation into the family goes off without a hitch. I can see her teaching the girl the finer points of pranks, and painting, and how to get away with murder, or at least petty misdemeanors. In turn, Melike will idolize Jinx, and try her best to mimic the older girl's behavior--to disastrous effect because Jinx's brazen, impish personality is not meant to be worn on a gentle soul like Melike's. Jinx, naturally, will be flattered by the attention, and will try to be a good role model, and the two will fall into a strange relationship that's equal parts admiration and exasperation.

The two girls will be very close, and Jinx will teach her everything she needs to know about surviving in Zaun. But their biggest bond will be over the fact that they're both Mages. Mel will teach her daughter the basics of magic, but it's Jinx who will teach her the ins and outs of using her powers in a practical setting. Melike will have a bit of a harder time with the craft, but Jinx will be perky and encouraging, and the two will learn a great deal from each other, both as students and teachers.

 I imagine, once Melike grows into her full potential, Jinx will serve as her shadowy Trickster: the dark counterpart to Melike's role as a Sun Queen. Where Melike is out in the public eye, dealing with the Council and the various political entities, Jinx will remain a secret weapon, a dark omen, the knife in the back that keeps Piltover and Zaun kissing-close. Occasionally, she will also manufacture crisis in order to spur Melike into action. It's a delicate balancing act, but a necessary one, given that the two cities are intertwined.

<3

[hugemilkshake]

Heyaa! :D may i request the dragon cookies (seperately please!) x reader (gn prefered) ? I love how u write the dragon cookies aaargh >_< <333 my obssession for them is going crazy every single second

Reader has anger issues and gets into fights with others quite often, like i can imagine reader who insults them or the dragons they go like "SHUT YO B*TCH*SS UP-" like bro be yelling and screaming and kicking other people's *ss 😭💀 while the dragons try to calm them down and reassure them- it be funny as hell😭ive never seen anyone done this before so if u see this i appreciate it if u actually did this<3! Thanks n take care :D

Enjoy the milkshake! I finally have an excuse to write an aggressive reader 🌸✨😊💅🤪

The dragons x aggressive reader headcannon

-platonic or romantic-

Pitaya Dragon

Pitaya doesn’t actually mind your anger issues! They find it quite amusing actually

Now if you know, Pitaya loves to fight so there’s no doubt that they won’t challenge you

But unlike another dragon, they know when they’ve got to far

So Pitaya will leave you alone until your calm again

It is advised to keep away from Snap Dragon though, lest you influence the young dragon

Ananas Dragon

Ananas isn’t very happy with your anger issues

Like they get that everyone sometimes loses it, but for you it’s almost every day.

Ananas would probably be the one to try and prevent you from cursing random people out

This dragon will make you meditate and tell you to “calm down”

This usually never works

Lotus Dragon

While Lotus will get a little annoyed at how often you get angry, they never get mad at you FOR being angry

Lotus will just wrap their arms around you and calm you down

But there are times when Lotus has to hold you back from being and absolute menace to everyone.

Those times make Lotus wonder how you even got here

Lychee Dragon

Lychee finds your anger funny.

This bastard of a dragon will purposely get you angry just to see your reactions

And when you blow up at them, they just kick their feet and giggle like a middle school girl

They honestly don’t know when to stop teasing you.

Longan Dragon

To put it simply, Longan GENERALLY could not care less

You could be on your way to murder a man and the Ivory Dragon will turn a blind eye

But what did you expect? It’s Longan after all

Well the only time Longan will intervene is when you might do something to ruin their plans.

And when that happens, run. Or not.

Depends on how close the two of you are

[sgiandubh]

Dinna fash, Sassenach

Ashley Hearn's arrival aboard the HMS Sassenach...

... has immediately been met with an expert smirk across the street:

I was not really surprised. The blogger could not help herself (she rarely does). She had to weigh in, with that insinuating tone that seems to be part of her personal brand. And, in line with what she consistently posted, the idea is that S, a highly functioning alcoholic in her book, thoughtlessly hired another highly functioning alcoholic, with NO credentials to boot. Plus a profiteer of sorts, right?

Perhaps that blogger wanted to be their new marketing manager and there she is, instead, somewhere farfarfar away from Walhalla. An unsung, compliment deprived and undiscovered hero without a cape? For I have no other elegant & merciful explanation for what could be logically construed as an outburst of hurt ego (we KNOW she has PROPER CREDENTIALS, she shouted it REPEATEDLY across the UNIVERSE), coupled with the usual pettiness, every single time things seem to challenge her view of reality.

Let's unpack:

Ashley has decent education credentials. I am writing this because I bet the farm many casual readers of that legit calumny ended up thinking that she had NO education at all:

A BA in Mathematics, at a good public university in Maryland. And a Master's Degree in Teacher Education and Professional Development at Walden University, a for-profit education institution based in Minnesota, most likely online.

A word about Walden University, though, simply because of the recent controversy related to it. While it is true that Walden has been forced to settle a class action outside of court ( it cost them 28.5 million dollars to do so), that lawsuit was strictly related to African-American students denouncing the lack of transparency related to the university's DBA (Doctor of Business Administration) program.

[More on the lawsuit: https://www.insidehighered.com/news/quick-takes/2024/03/29/walden-agrees-285-million-settlement-class-action-suit]

Anyways, here are her real professional credentials, carefully hidden by the blogger:

Eight years and a half consistent work experience for the US subsidiary of Mast-Jägermeister, one of the most prestigious German liquor companies, founded in 1878 (https://www.mast-jaegermeister.de/). Would anyone be such a fool as to think she'd be constantly promoted by those people just for her eyes only, especially as a complete outsider to the very closed world of spirits business?

I see a hard-working woman, with good professional skills and obvious qualities (brand loyalty, for example), given a new career opportunity she clearly thought interesting enough to make her jump onboard. And I very much prefer an honest underdog, ballsy enough to take her passion and make it happen (thanks, Flashdance!) in a cutthroat, male dominated business environment, to the many lukewarm and half-hearted executives still lingering around in so many companies around the world just for the sake of commodity, predictability and mortgage.

And I honestly wish her every success. She does not deserve this. Nobody does. Luckily for her, she couldn't care less that a Nobody with a blog tried to rain on her parade.

Interestingly enough, Norouzi was the only SS bigwig NOT to congratulate her on Insta. He didn't relay the news, he didn't even like the post, even if they mutually follow eachother (their interaction always seemed to be minimal, though). But that is another story and it is way too early to speculate.

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

Hey Fen! For some reason, whenever I try to do the demo updates on patreon, it says the password is invalid? I even took an ss to make sure I put in the correct one letter for letter, but it still isn’t working unfortunately 😔😔😔

Also, can’t wait to meet Kieran!! Can I ask how the ro’s would react to a very affectionate Mc post relationship? Can’t wait to have my mc be a big old simp, like stolen kisses in brief moments of private during the day, or holding hands and like caressing the back with a fond look in their eyes? Sksksks sorry if this is like poorly worded, I come out of my hidden shell to interact w people like once a year sksks I hope this was comprehensible though!!

Your story is awesome and your writing is amazing :D super impressed by you, I can never write comprehensibly without hating it and deleting it all

I answered your first issue here in case you didn’t see it :) but let me know if you’re still having trouble accessing the Patreon demo

Kieran: touch starved so every touch is reverent—every touch is like the first touch and they hope that feeling never goes away. Takes it as a challenge also—catches mc by the wrist as they’re leaving to reel them back in to try to fluster mc right back

Nihm: sometimes has a hard time believing their relationship is real and mc chose them. Very easy to tease as they get flustered by affection every time but they are also quite determined to return it and will do so with the utmost concentration even if they are red in the face the whole time

Lilith/Lucien: also a simp and completely unabashed about it. Doting wife/malewife. Very pleased and smug about any flirtation thrown their way and will return it tenfold but will get flustered by head pats and genuine and heartfelt sincerely expressed affection/gratitude

Samira: her love for her loved ones and mc has quite literally altered her fate and for that she is eternally grateful—an affectionate mc is so endearing to her and renders her tender and protective, her life is MCs and MCs is hers

Aurynn: extremely devoted post relationship—that sort of genuine affection is intimate in a way he is unfamiliar with and doesn’t entirely understand but he wants to more than anything and treats the simplest touch like exploring MCs hand with an air of uncharacteristic gravity/seriousness

Thank you so much for reading and for the ask and your kind words! 🙏❤️💕 Writing is hard and I used to be that way too but I hope you can give yourself room to explore your writing without punishment—it can be hard sometimes to remember to be nice to yourself but you’ll learn and grow better with a kind inner voice rather than a criticizing one and if you want to write I wish you all the best with it :) ❤️💕 <3

∧,,,∧ (  ̳• · • ̳) /    づ♡

[bremser]

Rendering Walker Evans at Sea

Walker Evans, [RMS Queen Mary: Promenade Deck, Bow View, Port Side], circa 1958

In late 1957 or early 1958 Walker Evans traveled to London from New York by ship. Biographies of Evans don't count this as a significant trip, so details are scarce. There's a 1958 date book at the Met, but no scans are online. It's possible one direction he traveled on the RMS Queen Mary, the other direction took the SS Liberté.

At the time Evans was mainly doing editorial work, most notably for Fortune magazine, but in 1958 he began shooting features for Architectural Forum. In the April issue they published "London Look." The Met has a larger portfolio of photographs made for the feature.

Walker Evans, SS Liberté.

It's unclear if the study of ships was assigned ahead of the trip or if Evans made the photos during the voyage and pitched it after. (Evans had taken a trip on the Liberté as early as 1954, so it's possible some frames in the 1958 spread are from that previous trip.) The result was published in the October 1958 issue as a four page feature.

The Met has a portfolio of 54 photographs labelled Liberté, but this is incorrect, as it has photos from both ships. Getty has three photographs of the Queen Mary, in the form of work prints, with Evans writing the caption in pencil. Amon Carter has another. Perhaps a maritime expert could determine which frames in the batch of 54 labelled Liberté are actually Queen Mary.

Evans' main camera on this trip, both land and sea, seems to be the Rolleiflex, but a batch of 35mm frames show a dining room scene (the Met's jpegs are very tiny). The frames that show people out on deck without heavy coats make me question the "early" 1958 timeframe.

Perhaps the most interesting photographs Evans made in London are the portraits of Lucian Freud. One roll of film, twelve frames. Evans had become involved with Freud's ex-wife Caroline Blackwood and the encounter was awkward, at least on Evans' side. Freud described Evans as nervous, "a mixture of noble behavior and alcoholism."

Searching for more sources for the Queen Mary photos, I came across the work of Matteo Pagliarulo, a 3D artist who creates detailed renderings of ships. Using the Getty's aged sepia work print as the source, Pagliarulo created a rendering of, depending on how you look at it, either Evans' photo or the ship depicted in the photo.

Walker Evans work print / Matteo Pagliarulo's rendering

This Evans photo is a very deep cut in the ouvré, so I asked Matteo why he picked it:

At the time I was still in the initial phase of learning photorealism, I was starting to feel more confident with Blender (the 3D software) so I decided to try replicating a photograph to learn more. Frankly, I don’t exactly recall how I found this particular Walker Evans photo, considering my passion and interest in maritime history and ships/boats, it probably presented itself on social media feed and inspired me to create a 3D replica.

So the photo came across Pagliarulo's screen in a digital flotsam of vintage ship photos, unrelated to Walker Evans.

Matteo Pagliarulo's rendering of Evans' Queen Mary photograph

Pagliarulo has created a rendering of the ship to closely match the photo, but the photograph is specific, black and white, with the aspect ratio and lens characteristics of the Rolleifllex. Evans' composition using the square makes no effort to capture the size or grandeur of the ship.

The Evans is very minimal compared to your other work? Compared to more recent creations, this is indeed more minimalistic (or ‘minimalista’ in Italian). As I mentioned before, the reason I made it was so I could push my boundaries and learn new techniques in 3D and this photo was–and still is–perfect as the subject shown isn’t particularly complex. After the realization of this project I gave myself more challenges and ultimately I still come back to comparing my work to photographs as they’re the best witnesses of reality. One more recent example is the rendition of RMS Titanic’s propellers with a very similar angle of a famous photograph of RMS Olympic.

unknown photographer SS Olympic propellers 1924 / Pagliarulo's render of RMS Titanic’s propellers based on the Olympic photo (no photo was made of this angle of the Titanic)

Pagliarulo's rendering brings to mind Thomas Demand, who builds sculptural scenes out of paper and then photographs those scenes. Demand’s sources are often news photographs, so he’s going from news photos to paper model to his own photo of the paper model. Pagliarulo's rendering gives me a bit of the experience with the Evans, though Demand's source material is often brutally mundane compared to a photo like the Olympic propellers.

Proof Inc's rendering of source footage of the Pacific Sun cruise ship listing violently, which Demand used to create his paper models.

In 2011, while Scholar in Residence at the Getty Research Institute, Demand made Pacific Sun, a video work to recreate CCD footage of the inside of a cruise ship caught in a violent storm which Demand found on YouTube. He commissioned a 3D rendering of the video, mapping the objects' positions during the ship's dramatic list. He then recreated this in paper and animated it with 2400 stop-motion frames. So: ship's CCD video, Youtube edit, 3D model, paper model, finished 100 second video.

In Getty's 1995 Walker Evans publication Judith Keller suggested that the Evans ship photos were inspired by Charles Sheeler's 1929 painting "Upper Deck." Harvard museum has a ridiculously small jpeg of the painting, while the Met has a ridiculously small jpeg of the source photograph Sheeler used for the painting. And Getty has the photograph that Sheeler took to document the finished painting.

Charles Sheeler's photograph of his 1929 painting "Upper Deck," which itself was based on a photograph.

Just as some paintings are transmutations of photographs, Sheeler's photograph-turned-painting was made aboard the SS Majestic, formerly the German SS Bismarck, which became a British ship after World War I. Similarly, the SS Europa, a German ship, became the French SS Liberté after World War II.

Just a few years after Evans' 1958 trip, transatlantic air travel eclipsed ocean liners. The Liberté was scrapped in Italy in 1962. The Queen Mary lasted until 1967, before being permanently moored in Long Beach, California, as a tourist attraction and hotel. I see the ship most days in the distance from Ocean Blvd, but have never been on board. In our chat, I promised Matteo that when I finally go for a tour, I'd snap some photos from the port side of the promenade deck.

[merbear25]

Really like the visored being called captain imagines! I am addicted to Bleach and Izuru Kira is my absolute favorite. He's pretty tricky to keep in character for romancy stuff, so it could be a challenge, but there is a severe lack of Izuru content and I'm starving lol. So, I'm thinking about a couple of things. 1) Some headcanons on places/ activities Izuru might choose for dates (can be world of the living or SS and can be either before or after TYBW) OR 2) shinigami!reader gets invited to a drinking party with Kira, Hisagi, and Matsumoto. What happens? I prefer f!reader because I'm female, but I'm ok if you want to write them gn, too. I enjoy both SFW and NSFW content, so what ever combination of that you choose would be lovely! I don't expect you to do both things if you accept this request, unless of course, you want to! I appreciate the consideration. I love lots of other characters, too, so if you really aren't into either of these, I'll just look forward to whatever Bleach content you come up with next!

Awww I love Kira. I see him as having a bit of a romantic side to him, but one that cultivates love and isn't flashy by any means. I hope I did your request justice! 💜💜

CW: SFW, gn!reader, headcanons, fluff

A date to remember (Kira)

He went through the options, going back and forth between them in an attempt to choose the perfect one. However, settling on just one proved to be an unexpected challenge. What he chose would ultimately depend on which one he believed you would enjoy the most. The options wracking his brain were:

Murder mystery: It could appeal to his creative side but would require him to step out of his comfort zone a little. He wasn’t the most social person, so getting into the swing of things was a tall order. That being said, having clues, character details, and most of all a captivating story to carry the heavy lifting, he was able to ease himself into the setting. You being his date meant that you were given characters that were a couple in the game. This made the experience feel a little more like a date, since you were able to spend more time with one another and hopefully work together to solve whatever plague had been unleashed or who knows; maybe one of you was working for the enemy.

Poetry reading by candle light: He had a hint of a romantic in him, and being a poet made those budding feelings of love flow eloquently. There was a preference for this to take place at his home because it provided him the chance to create a romantic atmosphere: setting candles around the room, choosing a good selection of poetry for the occasion, and setting your favorite drink out for you. It wasn’t anything crazy, but he put thought into the layout to ensure you’d be comfortable in his home. While you delved into the writing, you took turns reading out your favorite excerpts. Listening to the amour hanging from each other’s lips gave you both a flutter in the pits of your stomachs. The early stages of love were exciting, so he wanted to take a small risk. Unfolding a paper from his pocket, he began reading the haiku he’d prepared. The delivery alone was captivating, and the content had you wondering if perhaps he wrote it with someone in mind. He didn’t come right out and say it, instead it was all in the look he gave you.

A late night stroll: In summer the weather was perfect for taking a walk late at night. With the moon and stars hanging high in the dark sky and the hustle and bustle of both people and animals quieting down to rest, the rustling of the leaves and tall grass were your only companions. Conversations were light and easy, although natural beauty gave a lot to comment on if topics ran dry. The dirt path you were walking on was less traveled, leading you to a field of wildflowers. The opening to pinks, reds, purples, and oranges illuminating under the moon’s rays took your breath away. Then you noticed the flickering greenish yellow in the distance. Fluttering delicately around you, the fireflies added to the already stunning scenery. Catching a few in the palms of your hands, you stood closely to each other to watch their soft glow together. The crickets sounded off around as you stared down at the little lanterns in your hands before eventually releasing them.

Ending the date felt a tad awkward. Not knowing if you preferred a hug or kiss by the end of it, he was too caught up in doing or saying the wrong thing to make a move, which meant you had to decide. Kissing him would go over more smoothly if done on the cheek. That wasn’t to say he’d reject a kiss on the lips, but one on the cheek held a certain charm that would melt his heart. Needless to say, he wanted to see you again and was already brainstorming what the date would entail.

[lokisasylum]

Why are some jokers talking shit and putting the blame on Jimin for "not keeping in contact" with JK, but conveniently forgetting that JK didn't want to share the spotlight with ANYONE during both "SEVEN" and "Golden" era to the point that the avoided making dance challenges with the other members?

Oh but sure, Jimin's the asshole for not babying the one guy who was avoiding everyone (are we gonna forget also how he dissed Jimin on one of those vlives where he was getting piss-drunk & making an ass out of himself, which got Jimin dragged FOR MONTHS by jjks, kths and trashkookers alike? You guys have selective memory now?).

Nevermind that Jimin visited and comforted Jhope during Lollapalooza.

Nevermind that he visited Jin during MS, always remembered to write when it was his birthday.

Nevermind that he supported Suga during D DAY, went to his concerts and even accepted to perform Tony Montana.

Nevermind that he visited V during his promos & even participated in Vicnic.

Nevermind that he supported RM & JK's music by posting ss of him streaming for them.

Nevermind that he LITERALLY FLEW ACROSS THE GLOBE TO MEET JK & FILM A FUCKING TRAVEL VLOG WITH HIM--

Oh but he's such a shitty person because he forgot to bring the pacifier & the baby formula for the toddler with a tantrum on aisle 7, boohoo.

[badgalsasuke]

i have a bit of a different perspective, i think its completely fine to write and consume media with mischaracterization- its self indulgent. sometimes i read a fanfic and im like ‘woah, sasuke would NEVER say that.’ but i secretly like the over feminization (example).

however, if you CANT understand the difference, and convince yourself that the fanon is canon there is smth wrong with your brain 🤷‍♂️ this is why i always say that if SS shippers admitted that they were delusional, i would respect them- genuinely. sometimes we cant help how or what we imagine things about our favs, we want it to be a certain way and its okay. they make it hard though.

also this is very random but thank you so much for the interview masterlist, i read it when i get bored lol

Hi anon!

I wasn't referring to the individual experience of reading fanfiction but this entire phenomenon where an entire generation was raised on fanfiction and how people have used it to "fix" what they didn't like in the original work. If you're on twitter and tiktok you'll always see these people talking about "problematic media" and how they would rewrite it to make it acceptable and palatable. For example, in the case of Sex & the City that saw a resurgence in popularity when the show was added to Netflix people were talking on how Carrie was dumb and insufferable and needed to stand up and whatever and then the conversation immediately turned into "they should make a remake but this time of girls in their 20s living in their city and Carrie isn't insufferable anymore" and you know it's just indulgent self-insert fanfic they want instead of earnestly engaging with the show they're presented. Because that's the thing, to make Carrie not-insufferable you need to take away all her traits that make her that way, once you do that she's just perfect and then what happens? there's no plot. If a character doesn't make decision that they shouldn't have done there's no conflict thus nothing happens and shit is boring as fuck.

Also books, with this reign of booktok on the publishing industry, not only has the standard of writing go down but it resembles a fanficesque style of writing, it's meant for the reader to insert themselves in the story and let's not even delve on the trope-based marketing that's been clearly taken from the tag system from ao3

So you have an entire generation that since they were 12-14 have been reading fanfiction to the point that's how they think media should be and how you should engage with media. They expect stories to be indulging, they expect to see themselves in the characters, they don't like conflict, complexities and nuance that takes them out of their comfort zone. I think you can also mix this with the damage the MCU has done to how people see movies as an spectacle where you just get to "shut off your brain". We're living in times where people simply don't like to think, they don't like to be challenged about anything.

And then add to all that the "buzzfeed tumblr politics" of 2013-2016 where everything was problematic and everyone was overcorrecting to oblivion sanitizing everything so nothing ever makes anyone uncomforable, that permeated into people's media literacy as well.

I've also been thinking fanfiction might have something to do with people's aversion to sex in media nowadays, it's not the only factor but I believe is one of them and the only one that no one brings up when we're having this conversation on this puritanism politics. People read fanfiction because they want to see their favorite characters have sex, smut is perhaps the most important valued aspect of fanfiction so once again if you have people that are constantly reading fanfiction you get people that are constantly being hit with sex content so when they start reading and watching real media (no shade but I don't respect fanfiction as an artform) and they come across sex and nudity they think there's an epidemic of perverts that put sex everywhere which is simply not the case, we're living in the most clinical sexless periods of media rn, but they'll get mad if I start saying they're just reading too much smut and that's why they think everyone is putting sex in ther faces all the time.

They also believe that sex serves no purpose in storytelling that's why they're always hitting us with some "sex scenes are unnecesary" discourse and part of that is that a lot of the smut in fanfiction is unnecessary (I mean the "porn with no plot" tag) this is just a quick fantasy, so of course they can't see beyond on what sex can tell you about characters and their dynamics with one another.

People start reading fanfiction before they learn proper media literacy in their literature class, so of course fanfiction is going to cause some undesirable effects, even worse when paired with other phenomenons like the aforementioned.

It's all about perpetual infantilization of adults due to being exposed to certain things they shouldn't have way too early in life, I feel.

Btw, thank you for reading the interviews I've posted! I'm glad you are finding good use to it.