#getting more and more recognition on this work I love it!!

[powderpuff-divines]

pick a pile: what makes people's hearts flutter around you

thank you so much for the love on the previous reading!! i was so happy to see that so many of you enjoyed it. i hope that this one resonates too. once again, it is a general reading. only take what applies, leave the rest and please forgive any grammatical or spelling errors xx

pile 1 ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

(judgement, ace of pentacles, queen of pentacles, page of pentacles, page of wands)

there's just something intimidating about you pile one (you may or may not have a resting b-face) but there's also something about you that makes people want to impress you. whatever way you express your dissatisfaction- whether it's the way you curl your lips in distaste or scrunch your eyebrows- it sets people on edge. it makes them nervous but also very eager to please you.

you could come from a well to do family, like a long line or surgeons, etc. (if not, that's the vibes you give) or even if it's not wealth, it feels like you come from a very reputed family.

but regardless of your family, you have built have a very good reputation for yourself amongst your peers. your work ethic is also very good- you put your head down and get to work, and even that makes people's hearts flutter sometimes. you elicit awe and admiration quite easily.

capable. that's the energy i'm getting from this pile. someone capable who wants to work hard, who wants money, who wants status, who wants recognition. majority of the people from this pile are the go-getters, the type to want to work in student body councils or win a lot of trophies (i'm getting more academic/corporate achievement than sporty though).

there's also another section of people who picked this pile who wouldn't necessarily call themselves hard-working, they'd prefer to call themselves lazy even but regardless of how you label yourself, you just breeze through your work anyway. in the eyes of others, it looks effortless. the people around you take one look at you and just know you're going to achieve great things with your career

regardless of all this admiration, i don't think you're friends with many people. there may only be a few in your inner circle. there's something about other people wanting to be a part of your personal life so bad. i'm seeing this image someone who randomly posts a Instagram story of them surfing and the people viewing it are so shocked ("pile two surfs? i never knew that about them. that's so cool!") they're intrigued by you and want to know you better but you don't let people that close easily. you might just have really strict work-life boundaries and are very particular about who in your life gets to see how much about you.

and because of who you are, what you've accomplished and how you carry yourself, your approval means something to the people around you, especially if it's something you don't dole out to just anyone.

your approval; that's what gets their heart fluttering-- a nod from you when they show you what they've done, a pat on the back, a smile on your lips as you give praise, even if it's off-handed, it gives them something to feel good about for the rest of the day.

pile 2 ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

(chariot, 8 of pentacles , ace of cups, seven of swords, ten of pentacles) (oh my god 😭 who are you peopleeee. i would not be surprised if multiple people were crushing on this pile.)

pile 2, you're popular and you definitely know it to some extent too. this pile is a bit similar to pile 1 in some ways but still vastly different you could have lot of admirers and people who want to get close to you and i do see you engaging with these people, because you do enjoy the attention (nothing wrong with that), but i also get the feeling you're very controlling and picky over your image and how you come off to people. even while trying to channel the messages for this pile, the energy feels a bit reserved and doesn't want to give me too much.

there's one particular thing you could be known for, some sort of craft you've worked hard at or you're really talented at. this could be something like dance or music but that's where most of your popularity comes from. you have a good network of friends and people who you can pass time with.

i'm ngl, lowkey getting some player energy from this pile but not necessarily in the bad way. it's just some of you are aware of effect you have, and you have fun teasing people, toying with them, making them blush. oh, pile 2 you like making people's hearts flutter, you do it on purpose. you like knowing that you have the power to make people flustered.

what makes people's heart flutter is the rush they get when your eyes meet, the flirtatious lilt in your voice, maybe a smirk on your lips as you tease them in a very nonchalant manner, when you say something and playfully tell them that it's a secret only the two of you will know, when you make them feel like they are the sole focus of your attention. heart are fluttering left and right because of you.

i don't know if this pile will resonate with a lot of people or if the things mentioned here are too specific, but bottom line is that there's a very flirtatious and seductive vibe to your energy. you guys might be bored the majority of the time but man, when you're interested in someone, you tease and play with them until you get a reaction. even if you're not like this currently, you have great potential at charming people my pile twos.

pile 3 ˚ . ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

( 6 of cups, the empress, nine of pentacles, eight of pentacles, temperance rev)

pile 3, are you really uncomfortable with being perceived by any chance? i had the most difficult time channeling the energy of the people who chose this pile out of all three piles. i think you keep to yourself for most of the time but there's also this adorable energy around you, like that of a cat that just puts its head down and sleeps whenever it gets the chance to.

you could not like attention and maybe most of your days, you put your head down and focus on getting through. that's not to say you have a sad life. maybe you're not where you want to be yet, but you do have hobbies, things you enjoy and to pass the time with.

there's something casually cool about you. i cannot say what it is exactly since it's different for each of the people who pick this pile, but something about the way someone gets their drink from the vending machine? for someone, it's the way they hop over a gate. you have these tiny particular habits and methods of doing things that catch some people's attention without even knowing it.

i think it's your affection that makes people's hearts flutter.

this is giving me the energy of that one type of male lead/character (i'm just talking about the vibe, this could apply to you regardless of your gender) in anime that slacks off all the time but will randomly say something observant or serious that will have your heart skipping a beat. it's very endearing, i feel like you're very laid-back but still very straightforward and blunt with your affection. you'll say something simple but it'll be so earnest and the most romantic thing ever in the moment; it would exactly the thing the other person would happen to need to hear.

and it's not even intentional for most of you, it just comes naturally.

AHHH pile 3s, i get the feeling most of you don't think very highly about your work or aren't very comfortable with yourself but you should know that you're inherently a very chill and cool person. you aren't nearly as embarrassing as you think you are. be proud of your existence please!! and take up more space!!!

what makes people's hearts flutter around you aren't big gestures or big speeches, but it's just simply you in the rawest form possible. maybe it's you holding a cold soda can to someone's cheek and murmuring something that was just on your mind; a silly joke, a comment about a look on their face. it's your nonchalant affection that arrives so silently yet reassuringly steady every time. it's the way you unknowingly make the weight of the world lighter for others, even if just for a second.

this pile gives me maomao vibes? i haven't seen ad yet, just clips and edits but the way she just puts her head down and dgaf about anything except posion/her own thing and she's just inherently endearing and people adore her??? that's your vibe pile 3!!! also this is the second time anime has been referenced, so maybe that's a sign for some of yall

i love how much you can customise your tumblr post but the gradient text is just too stressful for me to do more than twice in one post lol. do let me know which pile you picked and on how it resonated!! in all honesty, i'm a bit nervous about it since i feel like i went too specific so i hope it still resonates with people.

[veryace-ficrecs]

The Passenger (2023) Fic Recs Part 2

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Find part 1 here!

Take The Back Seat by twoseas - Rated M

On Benson and Randy Bradley’s longest day, everyone gets to live. Eventually.

Matchmade by Coileddragon - Rated M

Benson Boudreaux is a veteran Jaeger pilot with a 100% kill rate in the Jaeger 'Savage Horizon'. The problem is he never keeps a Drift partner for long.

Man of the world by greendragon19 - Rated T

“You don't call, you don't write.” He crossed his arms over his chest feigning calm. Drawing Benson's attention to him. “And then I have to find out from my brother in law that you're getting released.” A myriad of emotion passed over Bensons features, recognition, annoyance, confusion, acceptance, a few others that Randy wouldn't dare to guess at. “Randy? The fuck are you doing here?” Randy smiled, dipping his head and looking up at Benson through his eyelashes. Something in the pit of his stomach warming at Benson’s voice and Randy’s name being the first thing he said as a free man. Twenty years after the shooting at the diner, Benson is getting out of prison. Randy goes to pick him up. Deals with somewhat more mellow versions of Benson and Randy after so much time has passed but both still equally co-dependent.

images of all that could be desired by pgndaze - Rated T

A week after Benson's death, a package arrives on Randy's doorstep.

Loves me like a dog by Syntheticpalindromes - Rated E

The woman at the school’s reception desk flat out refused to give them anything about Miss Beard, her hands laid on the countertop as she shook her head sadly. Big, plump bottom lip jutting out in what Benson might have known to be real sympathy if he had ever been presented with the emotion in a sincere way. Which he hadn’t. At least, that’s what he imagined, anyway. When she had removed her palms from the counter, the ledger beneath them had become stuck to one, slick with a nervous sweat that she hid all too well in the calm, collected way she had informed the boy she simply couldn’t give that sort of information away. The page was left greasy and she pointedly did not look at it. “And Mr. Bradley, I really think you’re doing the right thing. Good for you.” She had said, like she was his fucking grandmother. They don't make it to Miss Beard's place. Mr Sheppard lies in a pool of his own blood and Benson & Randy drive on, and on, and on, and on, and on.

Razor Sharp, White Teeth by mimomallow - Rated E

“I never watched that Twilight bullshit, Randy. Do you sparkle now or what?” or Randy has been starving since he was a child. Benson looks delicious.

did you get enough love, my little dove? by intheskywithamethysts - Rated E

The mop slapped wetly on the ground and slid across the grimy floor. Benson dug the head into the ground as hard as he could as he mopped. A sound like nails on a chalkboard ricocheted off the walls. It was agonizing to listen to. Benson didn’t care. It was the only thing louder than his thoughts. She’s not sleeping. She’s not sleeping. The sound of a door being pushed open. Two chimes. Footsteps. Benson looked up. “Hey, Benson.” Benson grunted and gave Bradley a nod as he entered. Well, at least he was working with Bradley today. (canon-divergence: Benson's Ma passes away the night before the beginning of the movie)

Side Effects May Include... by thenewgothicromance -Rated E

Listen, normally Benson’s not one to make somebody do drugs they don’t want. But they’re only three hours into the afternoon shift with another five to go, and if Bradley doesn’t chill the fuck out Chris will never stop bothering him. And if Benson has to listen to that all day, again, he is finally going to do something stupid they’ll all regret. It’s easier just to make Bradley take the pills.

Don't Forget the Joker by devovitsuasartes - Rated M

Randy had been driving home for about five minutes when he looked up into his rear view mirror and saw Benson staring back at him coldly from the back seat.

Can’t Help to Smile with those Eyes that Shine on Me (You’re Making Me Act Funny) by hellcat_shalalala - Rated T

"Thank you, Mr. Mustache Man.” She retrieves her blue crayon and scrapes it over the scribble of green she just made. “I’m sorry I dropped them. It was on accident.” A little smile twitches at the corner of his lips. Threatens to spread. He runs his tongue over his teeth to make his lips stop moving like that. “Them things got little legs," Benson continues dragging the mop. "Runnin’ off like that.” She’s delighted by that thought. “Little legs?” She repeats. She grabs one and twists it around trying to look for them. “Where?” He doesn’t respond. Just a laugh through his nose and a mindful push and pull of the mop, sweeping it under the seats. Yea. This is Bradley’s kid all right. or Randy has no babysitter for his four year old daughter, Seraphina, and has to bring her into work for his Saturday shift. His coworkers proceed to lose their minds over this new information. /pos Title is paraphrased lyrics from the song Picture Me Better by Weyes Blood

Doomsday is Close At Hand by riddlerapologist7 - Rated M

Randy’s eyes shoot open, he gasps for breath. He rips the comforter off of his body as he registers where he is: his bedroom. What? He was just at the diner. He could almost smell the greasy stench of the flat top grill mixing with the coppery scent of blood permeating the air. Could he have really dreamed everything that had happened? He reached up to feel his shoulder where he had been shot, where Benson had desperately been clutching to try and keep the blood from spilling out of him. He felt nothing, no wound, no pain, just the smooth skin of his shoulder and the cotton shirt he was wearing. He ran his hand over his chest, feeling his heart beat rapidly beneath his skin.

Ranson time loop au!! I'm not the first to come up with this idea, but this is my take on it :)

Erasure Poem (or, The Narrator Writes the First Draft of the Rest of His Life) by thenewgothicromance - Rated E

Randy almost doesn’t understand how it happened, even though he’s the one who started it. Three weeks ago he’d never had sex with anyone, had never thought about doing it with a guy, didn’t think much about doing it at all. And maybe that means there’s something wrong with him, but he’s not stupid—Benson is into him. And if Randy can use that to keep him calm, keep them on track for a little while, maybe Benson will come back to himself. Will shake off the shock, and tell Randy what the plan is.

Like Splinters Under Your Skin by pissedoffeskimo - Rated M

Maybe Benson doesn’t know exactly where he’s going or how long it’ll be before this whole thing reaches its inevitable, bloody conclusion, but he knows he’s taking Randy with him. (Canon divergent from Miss Beard's house)

cold blue summer by visceravalentines - Rated E

Elliot Sheppard, a third-grade teacher at Central Elementary, abused children for many years before being exposed and taking his own life. Now, twenty years later, the school is being demolished, and something has awakened.... Strap in for the cruelest summer on record. An homage to classic slasher movies with a summer romance flair.

the driver by visceravalentines - Rated T

They’re about 50 miles over the Missouri border when Benson asks him. “You think you could drive, man?”

Or, Benson trusts Randy to take the wheel so he can get some sleep, and Randy spends the night thinking about Benson.

[13-torturedpoet-13]

It's silly to say, but I'm incredibly proud of the entire cast of Top Gun: Maverick. I'm a fan of every single one of them because they seem like such awesome individuals with great talent. It's so awesome to see all of them have flourishing careers because I can't think of a more deserving cast.

I've been a fan of Miles since I saw him in Footloose (2011). I remember thinking that he was the cutest guy and he seemed very charismatic. From that day on, I became a fan of his and I've seen most of his work. Then, it's so awesome to see Glen having such a great career because I've been a fan since Scream Queens and he'll always be Chad Radwell to me. I thoroughly enjoy seeing him in so many movies specifically Twisters. He's not only extremely handsome, but he has the talent to be a leading man. It's also been incredible to see Monica become an Academy Award nominated actress because it means that her talent is being recognized. It also makes me excited to see everything that she'll accomplish in the future because there's no way that she won't be nominated again and possibly win. Of course, Tarzan and Jay are having a good amount of success and it makes me happy because they deserve it. I'll always think that it's endlessly cool that Tarzan became part of the Mission: Impossible franchise. Finally, I'm endlessly proud of Danny and Lewis. I love both of them with my entire heart. I'm so happy and excited that they're both part of the MCU now. Hopefully, we'll get to see them and their characters for many years to come. I mentioned them together because it's pretty well known that they're best friends and I feel as if their names will always be connected in some way. I sincerely hope that they stay best friends for the rest of their lives.

All of these wonderful individuals deserve to have the world see how talented they are. They also deserve every bit of recognition and love that they're receiving. It's so awesome to know that I've been a fan of most of them from the beginning and I'll continue supporting them for the rest of their careers. I hope that they all stay friends for the rest of their lives.

[goooofy-goooober1121]

Saja Boys Headcanons

Aka I give them real names, personalities, and possible backstories 😋

Ft. Abby Saja, Romance Saja, Baby Saja, and Mystery Saja!

Requests are open here!!

Reblogs are always appreciated!

DISCLAIMER: I’m not a kpop fan nor am I Korean LMFAO. so if I get anything inaccurate or incorrect please let me know so I can fix it!!!

Abby Saja

Name and Backstory

- when selecting his name I wanted to look into the meaning of the name combos!

- after quite a bit of googling (bc my ass is NOT Korean) I chose Kang-Dae, meaning “mighty and strong”

- take a wild guess as to why I chose that lmfao

- ironically though as for the backstory I envision for him, he was NOT always mighty and strong 💔

- consider: Abby (who I will be referring to as Kang-Dae) was actually a very sick and frail young man in joseon-era Korea. I’m thinking he was born into a family whose business relied largely on physical labor for income, like farmers. I do not envision him having belonged to a wealthy family, and he gives off “only son in a house of daughters” vibe.

- none of his sisters are sick; that’s because he has a sex-linked genetic disorder passed almost exclusively (except for in cases of genetic mutations in female children) from mother to son. It’s a long explanation but to put it shortly: the mother contributes the X chromosome to her child. Because biological males only have one X chromosome, they are more susceptible to genetic disorders caused by a mutation in that inherited chromosome than biological girls; this is because girls have two X chromosomes and if one is mutated, there is a better chance that the other healthy X chromosome can compensate.

- I’m thinking he’s got something like Duchenne muscular dystrophy.

- ANYWAYS enough with the biology lesson

- Joseon-era norms are primarily based on Confucianism, in which men were appointed and expected to be the heads of the house; they were expected to be strong and responsible for the family’s livelihoods.

- Now, Confucianism also stresses the importance of family and filial piety. A culture centered around Confucian philosophy would most definitely put a lot of pressure on someone chronically ill and male because suddenly he’s gotta deal with male standards AND being the foundation of his family AND since this is like anywhere from 1392-1897 AD, he probably would’ve died young because again, CHRONICALLY ILL.

- add that to him being the oldest and only son in his family (he probably had like five sisters LMFAO) and he’s cooked.

- and that is where the root of his shame came from: never feeling like he was good enough to take care of his family and feeling like the legacy would die with him.

- So! Gwi-Ma sees one (1) vulnerable man and says “hey wanna make a deal” and of course Kang-Dae is desperate and crumbling under the weight of shame for who he is and the expectations he must uphold and accepts the pact.

- AND BAM. Abby is born.

- I imagine his fatal flaw, however, was that he began overcompensating for the time he lost. Threw himself into so much work that while yes, he did get the recognition, he was blinded by both his job and the admiration for his sudden recovery and work ethic and physique and ended up leaving his family and other loved ones behind.

- I think his storyline would revolve around how some people are part of the family, but that doesn’t make them family— like how a parent can support their child financially however much they like, but they’re not really a parent if they don’t act out the role of one.

- something something blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb

- tldr: Abby’s real name is Kang-Dae. He was chronically ill and physically weak in the joseon era. Because of the philosophy around men and women’s roles at the time, he felt a lot of shame at being unable to fulfill what was expected of him and support his family due to his illness, so he made a deal with Gwi-Ma for strength and health. After making the deal and making a miraculous recovery from his illness, he threw himself into work and got a huge ego from all the praise and adoration thrown his way from others; this, however, did not save him from losing sight of his family and leaving them behind in favor of the strangers who fed his pride.

Personality

- To me, Kang-Dae gives off the energy of both Johnny Bravo and Kronk 💀

- LISTEN

- maybe I do love himbos okay

- He’s got that Johnny Bravo-esque quality of always trying to impress someone, especially by making a show of his body and strength, and that Kronk-y side of him that’s like… he’s kinda a meathead LMFAO.

- But he can be a sweetheart when he gets past all his pride and ego.

- However, deep down he most certainly feels shame for having prioritized strangers over his family, and partially still feels ashamed of his body even after it got all strong and stuff (because as someone who has myself struggled with body image issues, that shit doesn’t go away completely, even when you do physically improve).

- Unironically posts thirst traps

- obsessed with protein

Romance Saja

Name and Backstory

- For his name I’m thinking Seo-Jun, meaning ‘auspicious’ and ‘handsome’.

- Lowkey? I feel like as a human he would have been some form of nobility. He’s got that rich boy feel to him yk

- I feel like his big issue was his greed/lust (and not necessarily in the sexual way, more like in the ‘constantly desiring something’ way; though I do headcanon that he was kind of a fuckboy LMFAO)

- So picture this: wealthy, kinda spoiled nobleman Seo-Jun who is slave to his greed (hoarding of material possessions such as money) and lust (intense desire to obtain things, even to the detriment of yourself or others). He falls in love with another human who doesn’t reciprocate. He can’t understand why— he has so much to his name, after all. All that power, status, money; he can have anything he wants except for the one person he’s in love with.

- And thus comes his doubt. His shame. He has never really been told no before, nor has he failed to obtain something he wanted. He starts doubting his worthiness, losing his sense of worth in himself and the world around him.

- And here comes Gwi-Ma, who promises him very specifically “I can grant you love”— but does not specify what type of love he means.

- Seo-Jun, of course, is like “hell yeah brother” because of course he thinks Gwi-Ma means the person Seo-Jun is in love with. And thus the demon we know as Romance Saja is brought into existence.

- He gets with his crush, but plot twist: Gwi-Ma is a treacherous bitch as was like “lmao watch this”.

- Gwi-Ma did not specify what kind of love Seo-Jun would receive; while he’s with his crush, Seo-Jun is loved for his money, his body, his status, his possessions— but never for him.

- and Seo-Jun? Seo-Jun wants that romantic, deep love more than anything else in the world— but no matter what he does, he simply can’t get it and it just makes his shame and insecurity grow (thus empowering Gwi-Ma’s grip on the world, too).

- he brings his lover flowers. Buys them the finest silks, tells them the sweetest words, bends himself backwards for them— but still, he is never, ever loved the way he wants to be.

- and that’s how he lives out the rest of his time as a human: bleeding for a romance that never comes about.

- tldr: Seo-Jun (Romance Saja) is essentially Korean Jay Gatsby. Spoiled rich boy who falls in love with someone who doesn’t reciprocate. Spirals into “why am I not good enough for them????? How can I be good enough for them?????” and subsequently makes a deal with Gwi-Ma who is promising love. Gwi-Ma does a little trolling though and because there’s multiple types of love, Seo-Jun is thus never loved romantically by his significant other, more often than not experiencing affection only for his possessions, body, and status.

He never achieves that true love he craves.

Personality

- a YEARNER

- wholly and completely kins Jay Gatsby

- gets really cheesy with the romance stuff.

- starved for that affection that was once denied by someone he thought was the love of his life; therefore he gets a lot of teeny crushes on anything that shows him affection.

- Thinks he’s an absolute Casanova (steals cringe lines from instagram pickup artist pages)

- “Are you 🤨… open minded? 🥰” (if you get this reference ily)

- Subconsciously a people-pleaser. Cannot stand being ignored for more than ten minutes at a time.

- kinda spoiled lol. Rich boy syndrome.

- collects shiny things off the ground.

Baby Saja

Name and Backstory

- I’m naming him Min-Soo. There’s a couple interpretations depending on how you write it but the interpretation I’m going for is “gentle” (Min) and “clever” (Soo)

- Gentle, of course, pertaining to his outward appearance and clever pertaining to (my headcanon) his cunning/intelligence

- Why? Because I like to think he was a pansori performer and poet. Probably wrote all his songs/poetry himself, and made a pretty good living off of it.

- he was mainly revered for his youthfulness and the juxtaposition of it against his skillful and clever writing/completely unique performance style (cute guy, deep ass voice)

- BUT

- his greatest fear would be in becoming irrelevant. I feel like he fed a lot into the “lol i have a baby face” and didn’t initially consider what would happen to his relevance when he grew out of that appearance; not until suddenly he noticed the signs of maturity catching up to him. That’s when it hit him like a truck.

- so his ultimate shame would stem from his aging and the idea in his head that he isn’t *actually* good— people just think the contrast between him and his art is humorous. It’s kinda like a form of imposter syndrome.

- So Min-Soo’s deal with Gwi-Ma is eternal youth. But here’s the thing: goals change. Standards change. Acts get old.

- and after a while, the whole “oh haha baby face deep voice” thing fades away from the charm. Maybe someone new comes along. A different style of performance, maybe.

- And Min-Soo? Min-Soo is stuck being what he’s always been.

- the fear he had about becoming irrelevant due to his aging? Now he’s irrelevant because he couldn’t change.

- tldr: singer-poet Min-Soo has built his career off of looking cute but sounding much more mature/serious. when he starts aging, he freaks and spirals; imposter syndrome hits hard and he starts thinking things like “the only reason people like me is because of how much I contradict myself— I’m not actually talented” and makes a pact with Gwi-Ma for eternal youth to hold on to his act/notoriety. However, times change, and so do the opinions of the masses. Min-Soo fades into obscurity anyways, not because he changed, but because he couldn’t.

Personality

- in Every screencap of him I’ve seen of him he’s either :3, :O, or >:3

- I think he can be pretty playful/mischievous/childish in behavior, yet simultaneously keep up that distant/nonchalant/cool personality.

- I also imagine him to be pretty clever and cunning

- pisses off Jinu to no end because he only does things when *he* wants to do them.

- Hates himself for his stubbornness back before the modern day. I think that’s where his distant demeanor comes from; even though he knows how to act towards the public (such as how he acts as a maknae for the Saja Boys, all cute and silly and such), he internally feels like he needs to overcompensate for how much he tried to hold on by now not attaching himself to anything at all.

- Paints his bandmates’ nails.

- “mew 🥰 I told you we needed more glitter.👹”

- unironically does enjoy the comfy and looser clothing he’s made to wear.

- curses like vivziepop wrote him (/hj)

- master of pranks. REALLY good at acting innocent about it too.

- knows he’s adorable and uses it to his advantage.

- (he’s my bias and I love him to death)

- (please one chance I’m BEGGING YOU 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏)

Mystery Saja

Name and Backstory

- I’m gonna call him Dae-Shim, meaning “great depth” because he’s got a lot of possible depth to his character

- I’m actually kind of having trouble with him because there’s quite a few directions I could go with him

- To me, he’s giving this kind of eccentric, ‘weird kid in school’ vibe.

- So here’s what I thought up: as a human, Dae-Shim was a scholar. He was regarded as odd and eccentric and suspiciously quiet by his peers, mostly because he spent most of his time in his head more often than not, thinking about and reviewing everything he’d learned during the day.

- In Joseon-era Korea, scholars were held in high, HIGH regard. Called Seonbi, they were highly respected by the people and often studied history, literature, and philosophy alongside Confucian teachings.

- I like to imagine Dae-Shim was one of these Seonbi, or at least in training to become one.

- But he craved knowledge. Hated when someone knew more than him. Held himself to the impossibly high standard of “I must always be the smartest in the room”.

- whenever he didn’t know something, he felt ashamed. He’d spiral. He’d be like “all this work and I still know nothing.” And just berate himself like “bro I’m so stupid” (he recited an entire philosophical essay by memory two minutes prior).

- At his core, his academic hubris was his downfall. When he goes blind later on (probably due to some sort of infection like scarlet fever, meningitis, or just a simple eye infection that got out of control; he became more susceptible to illness because he overworked himself to death trying to know everything), he freaks out.

- he’s barely in his twenties, and there’s still so much to learn and so much he wants to do. Now he can’t read or see anything anymore and it feels like his world is ending.

- Therefore his deal with Gwi-Ma was to have all the knowledge in the world — and it ultimately drove him kinda crazy (thus why he feels the need to bark at people 💀).

- he’s unhinged, but in the quiet, kinda terrifying kind of way.

- Before getting yoinked into the demon world, he spends the rest of his days as a human locked away in his room, alone, just progressively getting more and more insane.

- also, I imagine him having a kinda Toph-vision thing going on. If he knows everything in the world, then he knows positioning and what things look like despite being blind (though I think they’d appear more as images in his head and premonitions than actual vision, if that makes sense). Do not be fooled, he’s still blind as fuck.

- tldr: Dae-shim has dedicated his life to his studies. He cannot take it when someone knows something he doesn’t, because in his head, that means he’s not intelligent or capable enough to meet his own ridiculously high standards. He studies for hours on end at the detriment to his health; he catches a sickness that leaves him blind and that’s when he snaps because how is he supposed to be great if he can’t even see the texts he’s supposed to be studying? So he makes a deal with Gwi-Ma for all the knowledge in the world and subsequently loses his mind because having everything everywhere all at once crammed into your brain does that to you.

Personality

- like I said, unhinged as all hell

- it’s not really his fault though. If you were also exposed to every bit of knowledge everywhere at once in the world you’d also be a little (a lot) insane

- very quiet. People don’t really notice he’s appeared until he’s two inches away from them like “hello. 😐”

- doesn’t talk much and has a lot of trouble expressing himself.

- Has a poor concept of personal space but can barely stand being touched.

- out of all the boys, he has the ugliest moments of regret for what he did to himself. And I don’t say “ugliest” as a form of insult or anything— i mean it like “it’s physically painful to watch him break” type shit. It’s not pretty or romanticized or anything. Brother is the most mentally unstable out of all of them and his breakdowns? Snotty and spittle-y. The type of emotional state that has him suffocating on his own tears and probably throwing up because his head just won’t shut up.

- whispers random ominous shit at the worst possible moments. Like idk maybe one of his bandmates is trying to go to bed and Dae-Shim just appears from the shadows and says something like “the hat man is coming. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.”

- makes friends with his sleep paralysis monsters when he doesn’t scare them off.

- probably eats dirt or something idk

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A/N: Hyperfixation goes crazy. When there is not enough characterization in the film I will do it myself 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

(BABY SAJA ONE CHANCE PLEASE)

[h3arts4strs]

The Sweetest Taboo

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K. Nanami x fem!Reader

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02 ᯓ★ The night takes an unexpected turn for Nanami, leaving him with a newfound love for jazz music and interest in a certain band member.

WORD COUNT ᯓ★ 960

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Forty minutes. Forty whole minutes I had spent admiring a particular member of the band when I was meant to be cracking open my book and cuddle Luna while this weeks episode of my favourite gardening show provides ambience while I sink into my warm bed. Yet here I was, absolutely enamoured over a star like I was some teenage boy.

How pathetic. 

I glance at my wristwatch, planning what would be the best descion to make, especially considering how tomorrows workday was too be started off with a tedious meeting with head office, one that would need me well rested in order to survive the workday and somewhat socialise with business partners. 

The instrumentation of the band come to an eventaul halt and the crowd was reduced to low murmurs, instantly grabbing my attention and pulling me out my thoughts. The beautiful singer inched toward the crowd, close enough to allow for the people to reach out to her yet too far to touch. All I could do was take a sip of my drink and continue to admire from afar, awaiting her next move with high anticipation.

 “You all have been amazing as usual and we truly love performing here.” She spoke, her warm sultry voice enough to have you wrapped around her manicured finger and drive a grown man wild. “Unfortunatley, our time together has come to an end but we will definately being seeing you all next week for another night in The Savoy. Now, before we go, here with our final song for the night, ‘Paradise.’”

The band resumed playing and the crowd began to immdiately came alive once again. People began dancing, singing along or simply erupting into joyous conversation. I let out a deep sigh of content, allowing the beauty of the situation to actually set into my system. Being able to sit here, in this niche yet cosy jazz bar in Shibuya, surrounded by many who were brought here either by chance or choice, and just come together to experience this. Although the band was from a foreign land and may speak with words unfamiliar to some, including myself, their music had been able to connect us all. 

Once the song had come to an end, the crowd had exploded into frantic applause as all band members rose from their positions and had bowed. I also stood from my spot on the suprisingly comfortable bar stool to give the performance its well-deserved recognition. I watch as the performers are slowly sheilded by the closing velvet curtains and get one more glance of ‘Pink Diamond’ before deciding to collect all my belongings, pay the bar tender and make my journey home.

Once I step out the bar, the cold night air pricks my face I am brought to reality. Now I am just a salaryman. Now I have work in the morning. Now I will go back to my routine and probably never return to The Savoy.

As I walk towards the train station, which is relatively close to the bar, I catch myself humming tunes of the songs that have managed to slowly settle into memory.

Once I arrive at the station which is much emptier in comparison to the usual after work rush, I take a seat on the cold metallic chairs, attempting to avoid the ones with a heavy stench of urine, awaiting the next train’s arrival. As I mentally begin to plan out my next few days I feel a light tap on my shoulder.

“Hi, can you please help me?”

I feel my eyes slightly widen but I immediately attempt to regain my composure. ‘Pink Diamond’ was here. Although she had spoken in a broken Japanese, I notice her discreetly point towards an excuse of man who had seemed to be following her and was currently waiting out by a pillar. I quickly understood what she meant. He was a creep and I knew I had to take action to ensure her safety, especially knowing the nature of men who would be lurking at this time.

I had stood up from my position on the train station bench and had motioned for her to sit down, offering her my work blazer to help sheild her from the stations conditions which had become slightly chilly at this hour. She graciously accepts it, immediately snuggling into its warmth. Cute. “I will handle it don’t worry.” I awnsered her in not so clear English, attempting to recall what I knew from my early childhood in Europe. I gave her a nod of reassurance, ensuring to maintain personal space then left to handle the weirdo.

I fearlessly approached him and spoke up, “I don’t know whether you are some pig or an excuse man but leave her alone.” The man scoffs before expelled a wad of spit near my feet. What a pig. “Im not doing jack, just simply-“, “-I did not ask what you are doing, I asked you to leave her alone.” I coldly stare at the man, subconsciously clenching my jaw due to my raising irritation. He eventually gets the message and walks the other way, muttering curses under his breath and going who knows where.

I let out a sigh of relief and turn back to check on the singer and how she was doing. I feel myself grow rather timid once I am near her, clearly my throat and awkwardly motioning to where the creep was, indicating I took care of the situation. She immediately sprung to her feet and gently layed her hand on my bicep, “Thank you so much.”

Her gesture was a shortlived yet pleasant and I caught myself shamelessly missing her touch already.

“I am L/N Y/N, and you are?”

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>^..^< chérie

[romanscool]

hiya it’s me rue :3

i saw that you’d posted chapter 11 of “which could mean nothing” i was about to read it but i decided to read it on my way to work again (it became my favorite morning routine not quite a “routine” but u get it). Since I was so devastated about today’s qualifying.. it impacted my entire day like max p7 what ? But also i’m happy daniel p12 let’s go !!!

i’ve read ur prompt and i cannot wait for u to post it i’ll be seated. I’ll also read the one shots u’re posting too i can’t wait.

I was just listening to my playlist and “champagne problems” by taylor swift was on and I was like this could be a good prompt so I ofc was like I need to share this w Roman (being annoying again).

might make a tumblr account once i figure out how it works 😭

have a great day/night and wish us the best of luck for tmw’s race (and the boys ofc) 🫶🏼

Hi rue 🫶🫶

Im glad to be part of your morning not-so routine haha I hope it’ll start your day nicely for tomorrow <3 I’m devastated because of the qualifying as well!! My boy max did not need to start p7 tomorrow and even worse because Lando took pole (good for him but also max…) Danny p12 is all I’ve ever hoped for honestly the Red Bull family cars are getting worse day by day it pains me…

Can’t wait to write this farm!maxiel as well!! I’m really excited for this cause I’ve been meaning to write teen love stories for a moment (had even started my own original story a while back that I’m still working on 😵‍💫) and I’m glad it’s finally happening!! (Even though it’s only in a few months haha) ill be posting one shots and chapters of ‘which could mean nothing’ to keep everyone from waiting too much. Hope you’ll like it as much as my other works!! <3

Im gonna be honest, I don’t listen to Taylor swift a lot, but as I’ve mentioned before, I eat up each and every of her song because they’re so maxiel fic coded somehow? I’m not that familiar with ‘champagne problems’ yet (I think) so I’ll listen to it and tell me my thoughts (and how I’d turn it into a fic) tomorrow!! (You’re never annoying I swear I’m checking my comments on ao3 every thirty minutes after I’ve posted to see your thoughts!! Always love to hear from you rue 🫶)

Can’t wait for you to start your tumblr account, be sure I’ll follow it as soon as it’s made haha!!

Have a great day/night as well and best of luck to us for the race (I’m probably going to die) (I swear if Daniel doesn’t end up in the points I’m losing it) (also if Max isn’t on the podium)

Lots of love <333

[mbohjeezart]

Hermit a Day May; Day 5, False, The Huntress. You will find Ren, no matter what.

Her portrait with transparent background:

This AU has come to life because of Hermit a Day May, who are running a fundraiser! If you like my work, please check it out! Check it out here!

[too0bsessedformyowngood]

Okay so I’ve been reading a lot of reverse robin AUs recently and I have a hot take. Duke Thomas should be the Dick Grayson parallel instead of Damian.

Hear me out. So bare bones Duke was the last to join in cannon, so he should be the first to join for reverse robins. But to get deeper into it Duke lost both of his parents at the same time setting him down a path of becoming a vigilante. He becomes Bruce’s ward instead of being adopted because he already was raised with two good parents and doesn’t want them to be replaced. He also created his own mantle that was the opposite to Batman, the light to Batman’s dark, inspiring hope against Batman’s fear. He’s friendly and works well and inspires others, but also extremely sharp and smart which people often forget.

Damian would work well as a batgirl parallel more. He would join after Duke but be a few years older, got there already trained and immediately jumping into crime fighting. Covering the areas that Bruce and Duke don’t fill. While Duke takes up his own name Damian would use a name more inspired by Batman himself.

I just think this dynamic of Bruce and Duke being the first dynamic duo would fit so well (also get to spotlight Duke who so often gets overlooked).

[crynburne]

stw is a tibetan mastiff and in this essay i will share my 13 reasons why (cus this guy's been plaguing my mind lately) (and also cus hyj is canonically a black cat, shj is for some reason a snow leopard (i get it but like how did the community unilaterally agree on this?? it never fails to fascinate me) and stw is? maybe a bear? or a dog? no one decided yet)

anyway some stuff about tibetan mastiffs that fit my agenda perfectly first:

they are huge and look intimidating. i mean look at them.

they were initially bred to protect livestock from wolves, bears and snow leopards (!), not hunt (also it looks like even despite it's large build, a TM is weaker than a snow leopard, and usually just tries to scare or hold them off in an encounter)

they are loyal yet independent, and will not usually look for guidance from their owner

they are surprisingly agile for their huge size

they don't bark much, but their voices are very deep and impressive

they're children friendly (if you teach them properly, that is. but still!)

now onto novel reasons:

shj refers to stw as a shepherd god, mainly in the earlier chapters

stw's whole 'i must protect the weak sheep' thing he got going on

stw and shj are often pit against each other or look something like rivals (like TMs and snow leopards, basically each other's natural enemies). there is also another reason in the novel that I won't spoil, but if you finished it you know.

also yes a TM is weaker than a snow leopard. and stw is weaker than shj (that's also because shj is shj and there aren't many people stronger than him, but you get my point! suspend your disbelief and let me brainwash you!)

stw considers himself a monster, and both he and TMs look intimidating and scary. but both TMs and stw are ultimately like this to protect what's important to them and they don't go out of their way to pick fights or measure strengths.

TMs don't usually attack people out of nowhere, but since they're really territorial they will attack if they consider you an enemy. and s classes had a whole thing about hyj trying to appear as weak and needing protection in stw's eyes so he won't be seen as a threat to stw's little herd that is korea

anyway that's just about it. i kinda just saw a casual geographic vid about dog breeds that could put you to eternal rest and when he was talking about TMs beef with snow leopards i was like. wow hi stw. so now i consider this whole thing canon. uh thank you for coming to my ted talk i have no life!

[sincerity--extreme]

Why isn't there more people talking about Sweetpea? The show is pretty entertaining, Ella did such an fantastic job with Rhiannon, she's really an amazing actress with many talents for different types of characters, she got to show a very different side with this one and I really believe she nailed it

[lemongogo]

why do i love the conflict more than anything else . the misery . the incompatibility that spreads like oil slick . wanting so desperately for resolution that never comes . hmmm

[kimtaegis]

I’m feeling quite sad about how much the active bts fandom on tumblr has shrunk and/ or how selective the community has become regarding content interaction. I’ve heard people pointing out a clique-building here lately, and while I’m well aware of closer mutual circles existing – and I can only speak on behalf of my friend group here – these pretty much develop naturally when there’s just no one else who reacts, reblogs from and talks to you anymore except for these handful of people. I don’t like that some people perceive these “cliques” as “exclusive”, for example to content creators only. that’s bullshit; it’s certainly not great to have only other cc’s support your work because they personally know how much time and effort it takes. also, knowing how lovely most of these people are, you’d get immediately followed back and showered with love too as soon as you’d even show a speckle of kindness on a regular basis, regardless of whether you make gifs yourself or not. ccs dedicating sets to each other isn’t a sign of exclusivity, but rather us holding onto and appreciating people who still give us at least some motivation to create and post in the first place anymore, because there’s quite literally no one else left by now.

[amidnightqueery]

I don't hate my job or anything, but man, being a float educator is so fucking thankless

[koskela-knights]

Man, I wish someone was able to interview Melanie and Peter for their contributions to Alan Wake 2. Behind The Voice said he sadly couldn't reach Melanie and idk if he ever tried to reach out to Peter.

They deserve to get more, detailed spotlights on them for their performances in this game.

[olive-man]

okay monthly teeny tiny vent from me i actually feel a litttlleee bit depressed about my original artworks and characters not getting any acknowledgment on here. i meaannn i cant blame ANYONE since the algorithm mauls artists alive that don’t tie an IP into their work BUT STILLL LIKE IM MORE THAN DUMB YAOI

[skunkes]

it is so refreshing to see ppl be like normal and regular about other artists taking heavy inspiration 😐 way too many ppl start screaming and crying over it for some reason /gen

i understand why some people might! especially depending on visibility and audience, and level of heavy inspiration.

i know there was a point where ppl thought i was copying a popular artists character and i got so scared solely bc i feared people coming after me.

but i also understand bc I myself have taken heavy inspiration from others before, and also because I myself am not somebody who Sticks (or Stuck bc i dont do heavy focused style inspo stuff anymore, because, surprise! i grew and frankensteined it into my own work after i learned what i like!) with an emulated art style for long

(see: my post where I struggle naming inspirations bc my inspirations arent...extremely, consistently, visibly, immediately influential on my work.)

i like giving ppl the benefit of the doubt for that reason... I now also understand and recommend naming/mentioning the ppl who inspired you when you do so as it immediately sets that level of understanding! (like oh, its a style study/inspiration and not somebody plucking my hard work and planning to cause a scene abt it)

like even recently that person who was copying my art down to the ideas (literally redrew a personal smunker doodle comic about smthng that actually happened to me, as their sona), i decided not to intervene because well, they're young, not harming anyone or screwing me out of anything, there's a chance they learn what they need from my stuff and move on in a few months. that's how you Learn sometimes...i did the same when i was in high school, i grew and moved on art wise... no good would have come out of someone attacking me about it bc its... common !

i do like seeing how ppl are interpreted and inspired by my stuff because im curious, and have enjoyed what ive seen mentioning me directly ^_^ but ill still say the only mistake made in this specific case was getting caught ykwim? "do what you want but dont let me see it" (except i do wanna see it ykwim)