#so funny how all of us share the same brain cell

[joongdunking]

JoongDunk and their Bro 🙄

Fooling everyone including themselves 😆 Even the author was laughing at the word 'Bro' 🤣

[queenofmorningstar]

Caught Between the Vees

The Vees x f! Intern Reader

Summary: You're Vox's date to the gala, where information is flowing like champagne, and you're quick to grab it.

CW: The Vees being unhinged, Vox has some brain cells. Vox tries hardest not to simp, but fails. P in v, fingering, blowjob. Appearance Of Helluva Boss Villains.

Word Count: 4.8K

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Chapter Four: Tv Star

Vox’s arms were crossed, lips pursed as he leaned against the wall, eyes flicking between Val and Velvette, who were both lounging far too comfortably.

Vel was upside down on the couch, legs kicking up over the backrest, her phone in her hands as usual. “So, is no one gonna talk about the fact that I technically called dibs?”

Valentino snorted around his cigarette and waved lazily from his seat. “You didn’t call dibs, you just moved fast. That’s not the same thing, baby.”

“Fast?” Velvette grinned. “She came onto me. I didn’t even need to ask nicely.”

Vox leaned against the edge of the bar and gave a short laugh. His screenface flicked to a flat-line smile, and an expression of exaggerated boredom. “You two act like I wasn’t gonna get there eventually,” he said, sipping his liquor. “I’m playing the long game.”

“Is that what we’re calling sulking now?” Val drawled, flicking ash into a crystal tray. “Damn, baby, just say you are salty and move on.”

Vox rolled his eyes and smirked, but the twist of his mouth said he wasn’t denying it. “I can’t believe you guys fucked her first.”

“Skill issue, darlin’.” Vel mocked him. “You’re trying to be mysterious but we all know you have a large file of her in your system.”

The other two seemed in a mood to irritate him.

“She was delicious,” she drawled, stretching like a cat in sunlight. “Like, I knew she’d be fun, but—ugh. That whimper she makes when she’s close?,” She flicked her gaze across the room with purpose, “And she did—twice.”

“I just think it’s funny,” he said, the pitch of his voice warping just slightly, “how you two couldn’t wait. I mean, really? I was working on a connection. She actually talks to me. We have shared interests. But you two jumped on her like horny animals the second she stepped into the room.”

Valentino took a slow sip, unbothered. “We just didn’t waste time.”

“She’s smart,” Vox snapped. “She respects my ideas and innovations.”

Velvette bit her lip, eyes glittering with mischief. “Mmm, she respected my mouth just fine. Especially when I had her legs shaking around my shoulders.”

Vox’s grip tightened on his glass.

Val snorted. “You didn’t see her when I had her bent over the couch. Both holes full, moaning like a bitch in heat. She loved it.”

Vel chuckled. “I did see some photos of her in that pearl set from your cameras. Lovely. I get why you’re jealous.” 

“I’m not jealous,” Vox hissed. “I just think I should’ve had the first go. She likes me.”

Val hummed, amused. “Sweetheart likes all of us. That’s kind of the point.”

Velvette went back to her phone. “Don’t worry too much. She asks about you all the time. Gets this little smile when your name comes up.”

Vox relaxed at that.

Velvette was the first to break the brief silence that followed Vox’s pissy tantrum, stretching her arms overhead.“So…who’s gonna be the first to say it?”

Val cocked a brow. “Say what?”

“That we don’t want her to leave.”

Vox raised an eyebrow. “…Obviously.”

Val shrugged, slow and lazy, like the idea hadn’t occurred to him in full until this very moment. “Huh. Shit. You’re right. I kinda do want to keep her.”

“I mean,” Velvette said, “we could always just lock her up. Real pretty cage. Satin sheets, room service, a wardrobe full of lingerie and nothing else.”

Valentino let out a low, dark chuckle. “She’d look damn good behind gold bars. All spoiled and pampered. I’d collar her. Something delicate. Diamonds, maybe.”

Vox leaned back, watching them both with a raised brow. “You two sound deranged.”

“Oh please,” Vel purred. “You’re worse than us. You’re just good at hiding it.”

He didn’t respond, which, of course, was answer enough.

“Or or… we kidnap her?” Val offered, completely serious.

“No,” Vox deadpanned. “We are not kidnapping her.”

Val’s expression was halfway between offended and amused. “Why the hell not?”

“Because she’d escape,” Vox snapped. “She’d outwit her way out and have the whole building wired to explode, if she was pissed enough.”

Velvette looked surprised. “Oooh, I guess it does help building that long connection.”

“She’s not gonna want to stay if we trap her,” Vox continued, pacing now, caught in the kind of manic calculation. “She has to want to belong to us.”

Vel raised her brows. “I know that face you’re making. You've got something on her?”

Vox shrugged. “She has too much of a clean slate, it’s suspicious. I’m sure I’ll find something soon.”

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The morning light was unforgiving. Everything ached.

After dragging yourself through the usual routine, you were getting ready, and then the doorbell rang. 

When you opened the door, a sleek black box sat neatly on the mat, with Vox’s logo, so you brought it inside. 

Inside, nestled in dark velvet lining, was a dress. An elegant, asymmetrical number in deep, midnight blue. Sleek fabric that shimmered subtly when it caught the light—simple at first glance, but clearly tailored for someone he’d studied. Your curves, your height, the way you move. He’d thought about this.

And below the dress—matching heels. Jewelry. And it wasn’t the only thing matching. A bra and panties, with Vox’s logo. That smug fucker.

Tucked into the side was a handwritten note. You swallowed, suddenly far more awake than you’d been two minutes ago.

“A gift to wear for today’s meeting. It’s more of a show for fake smiles and business. Though I know I won’t be bored with you by my side.

—V”

You saw the invitation attached to it, your name under Vox’s plus one. A very fancy invitation. This was full fucking gala. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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It draped your body with uncanny precision, as if tailored by hands that had studied you from every angle, memorized every curve. The sweetheart neckline framed your curves, the plunge dipped low, scandalously so, a narrow line of bare skin begging to be traced. The slit along your thigh was high, as you tugged on the gloves.

Your nervousness was at an all time high as you smoothed your hands over your hips and stepped into the heels.

The static began before Vox arrived.

You had…chatted with him online, if one can call it that. You had commented on one of his public projects, a design overhaul. 

You had ideas. Not critiques, not flattery. Actual, tactical improvements. Vox hadn’t expected it. He certainly hadn’t expected to agree.

Since then, the messages had become... frequent.

The part he didn’t admit, not even to himself, was how often he found himself waiting. For your name on his screen. For your thoughts. For a sentence that would needle under his skin in that way only yours could.

He’d caught himself adjusting projects to see what you’d say. Leaving things half-finished so you could find the gaps. Vox had never made room for anyone like that, never cared to.

The static got louder.

A flicker in the far corner of the room, from your TV. The faint crackle of a dead channel and flickering of lights.

You didn’t turn. You simply reached for a pair of earrings, deep sapphire drops and fastened them without urgency.

He was behind you by the time you adjusted the last one. “Subtle as ever,” you muttered.

When you met his gaze in the mirror, he was leaning casually against the frame in a deep navy suit, not quite matching your dress but definitely meant to compliment it. Like he’d walked out of a magazine and into your personal space with full awareness of the effect he had.

“You’re early,” you said without looking.

“I like watching the process,” he replied, voice near her shoulder now. “Seeing how something magnificent comes together. It looks better than I imagined.”

“I bet you imagined a lot.” You quipped before you could stop yourself.

“Oh, I did,” He immediately whispered, his hands on your shoulders. Too close.

“And the rest of the… ensemble?” he asked, voice dipped low.

You gave him a long look. “I suppose you’ll spend all evening wondering.”

His grin glitched wider. “Cruel.”

Vox took a slow turn around your apartment like it was a showroom he was about to purchase. Sleek blue claw-like digits trailed across your bookshelf, tapping one spine, then another. 

“I see the other two got to you first,” he said casually, plucking a mug from the counter and inspecting it like it offended him. “Sloppy work. No follow-through. And so unsophisticated.”

You gave him a flat look. “They didn’t hear me complain.”

Vox’s smile curled on his screen. “Ah, but you didn’t beg them to stay either, did you?”

Your pulse raced. It didn't seem like he was competing, no, he seemed to say...I know I'm your favourite.

He stepped closer; but you didn’t step back. Wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. You had a feeling he didn’t tell you this ‘meeting’ was a gala on purpose. He wants to watch you falter just once.

Vox murmured. “You wear my color like it was always meant to be yours.”

Your breath caught.

Your situation has gotten more complicated now. You have to betray them at some point but… you didn’t want to leave either. And you don’t want to betray Charlie either.

He stepped back finally, offering his arm like a gentleman.

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The car ride had been silent and you were content watching out of the window, and Vox tapped on various screens displayed in front of him.

The gala was already in full swing by the time they arrived. 

Soft chandeliers hung low; wealth filled the space. Everyone here was somebody, or trying to be. The gala had gothic red colours, like the rest of Pride Ring.

Heads turned as they entered, and whispers followed them. You tried to keep your face neutral, and observe. Vox’s hand remained on the low of your back. 

Conversations faltered mid-sentence, eyes turned to follow their path. Some greeted with over-familiar warmth, others with caution. 

And yet, despite the gravity he carried, he never walked more than a step away from you.

They stopped at clusters of power-players—investors, tech moguls, architects who influenced Hell’s politics. Vox's voice was smooth, clipped, and professional, and you enjoyed watching him in his element.

He didn’t walk ahead of you or present you like a prize, which surprised you. He kept you precisely at his side, a half-step within reach. And every time Vox leaned toward someone with a proposition or a promise, he glanced at you first. For your insight.

You answered back to him in small nods and murmured observations, only for his ears.

The crowd noticed.

They noticed how his attention, sharp as it was, always bent in your direction before it snapped back to whoever he was dealing with. They noticed how he adjusted his approach based on your words. And more importantly—they noticed how he listened.

There was something dangerous in that. Because Vox didn’t listen to anyone.

He cut through conversations like a scalpel, left deals on the table half-finished if they no longer amused him, left people hanging on promises he’d never intended to keep. He brought you into the fold of every discussion, every negotiation, every web he wove.

They were halfway through the circuit of the room when a familiar imp, Crimson, approached them.

“Vox, my friend,” Crimson drawled, reaching out a hand. “I've been waiting for a moment with you all evening.”

Vox returned the greeting with his usual detached politeness. “You and half the room, Crimson. What makes your moment worth my time?”

Crimson didn’t flinch. “Because I’ve got an exclusive shipping corridor through the lower circles—clean, untouched, and ready to be digitized for your network. Imagine it: your signals running through every infernal trade route. We split it fifty-fifty.”

You said nothing at first. Vox casted a glance at you, silent.

Crimson, oblivious, pushed on. “No interference, no watchdogs. I’ve even paid off the Greed ring enforcers. You’d be foolish not to take it.”

You tilted your head, just slightly. “And how long before your 'exclusive' route is compromised by your interference?”

Crimson blinked. “What—”

“They’ve been scouting that same corridor for weeks,” you continued, voice calm, almost pleasant. “You haven’t bought off their informants. You’ve just distracted them. Temporarily. The moment Vox invests in your little scheme, they’ll know. And they'll come for it. Hard.”

The air tightened. Crimson’s smile strained. “And you are…?”

Vox didn’t let him finish.  

He turned slightly toward you, as if Crimson didn’t exist now. “Go on.”

You went in for the kill. “You’re selling a liability dressed up as an opportunity. And you thought Vox would be too distracted by the gaudiness to notice the risk.”

The silence that followed cracked like ice. Crimson’s mask faltered, fury and embarrassment clawing at his composure. “I don’t recall inviting her into this conversation.”

Vox’s screen turned slowly back toward him. His voice dropped to a dangerous calm. “Then you’ve made your second mistake tonight.”

The tension snapped. A few nearby demons subtly drifted away, pretending to be interested in the art installations, but their ears stayed tuned to the fallout.

Crimson muttered a curse, smoothed his coat, and retreated with as much dignity as he could muster, which wasn’t much.

Vox said nothing for a moment. Then, quietly said to you, “I would’ve let him string the pitch a little longer.”

You gave a soft, knowing smile. “You would've been bored within a minute.”

A low burst of laughter escaped him. “Correct. And now I’m entertained and unburdened.”

His gaze lingered on you. You didn’t just protect his interests, but enhanced them. Where he tore things apart, you slipped the knife in between the ribs with surgical precision. 

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The waltz began with a slow melody, the crowd shifted to form pairs in smooth precision, toward the center of the ballroom.

Vox was speaking with two high-level investors near the dais, his tone clipped but magnetic. You could hear the trace of static in his voice—his usual sign that he was barely restraining the urge to end the conversation. He wouldn’t miss you, not for a few minutes, right?

You stepped away with the kind of practiced silence that wouldn’t draw attention. Your eyes swept the floor until they landed on him—Striker.

The outlaw and Vox’s secret little weapon supplier. He shouldn’t have been here. He hated galas. But Vox had insisted, probably to keep the weapons trade on a short leash. And Striker, ever the opportunist, never said no to a chance to stir the pot.

You caught him just as the music pulled into a smooth dip. “Dancing alone, cowboy?”

Striker blinked, surprised but not displeased. “Doll, I didn’t know Vox let you off the leash.”

You smiled sweetly. “I don’t work well with leashes.”

He chuckled low, offering his hand with a dramatic bow. He took her hand, and they joined the swirl of bodies under the blood-crystal chandelier. Striker moved well, unexpectedly elegant for someone who normally solved problems with violence.

They moved in a quiet rhythm for a moment. “Tell me,” you said lightly as you spin, “how someone like you ends up dealing in such... divine materials.”

Striker raised an eyebrow, but he grinned. “You mean the angelic steel?"

That confirmed your suspicions. “I mean exactly that.”

He twirled you, letting the movement give him a moment to think.

You pressed forward. “So, this smuggling pipeline of yours… how do you pull it off without the Exorcists breathing down our necks?”

Striker’s pride swelled at the question. He saw an opportunity to impress. And god, did he take it.

“Well,” he said, voice dropping into that conspiratorial drawl, “most of these uptight angels don’t bother watching the lower districts. We gathered all the angelic steel left behind after extermination. The angels have endless supply, so they litter it around there. Black market salvagers sweep it, I get it refined, and poof, it’s in Vox’s vaults before sunrise.”

You raised your eyebrows, just enough to look impressed. “Clever.”

“Damn right it is. It’s all about timing and contacts. I use a backdoor through Lust’s border—nobody checks shipments going out of Asmodeus’s territory. Too busy with... other things.”

You laughed softly, your work was done here. You pulled back, gave him a coy little smirk, and twirled herself out of his arms, spun backward into another set of arms waiting just behind you. Arms that caught you without hesitation, like they’d been expecting you all along…

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It took less than a second for Vox to find you. You were on the far side of the dance floor, with Striker.

Striker’s hands rested a little too comfortably at your waist, his cocky smile in full display as he leaned in to say something, likely some arrogant pitch masked as flirtation. Vox saw the curve of your lips, soft and amused. You tilted your head, inviting more.

But Vox knew better. He’d seen that tilt before. It was the angle you used when you were dissecting someone. You were studying Striker, and Vox didn’t know why. That was what irritated him most.

Vox’s hands flexed at his sides, sleek fingers twitching in suppressed agitation. A thousand calculations ran behind his screen. What were you after? What was he offering? And why hadn’t you told him?

It wasn’t about trust. Against his better judgment, against the nature of Hell itself, he trusted you. Which made this sting more.

He began to move. He crossed the floor with precision, never breaking eye contact with the pair, though only Striker noticed. And Striker, of course, smirked. That was the moment Vox arrived.

In one seamless motion, you slipped from Striker’s grip and pivoted gracefully into Vox’s arms, your body aligning against his like it was the only place you belonged.

Your smile returned, faint and unbothered, as if this had all gone exactly to your plan.

Vox caught you instinctively, arms settling around your waist. His screen flickered once. “Enjoy your detour?” he asked, voice low, modulated just above the music.

You looked up at him with those bright, clever, utterly unrepentant eyes. “Immensely. Striker’s quite talkative when he thinks he’s being clever.”

Of course you had a reason. He pulled you closer, turning them into the rhythm of the dance with practiced grace.

“And here I thought I was the manipulative one,” he murmured.

You leaned into him, just slightly. “I learned from the best.”

That did it.

You moved with him, matching every step, every subtle shift of weight, as if you had always belonged in his orbit. And Vox knew, more clearly than he ever had before, that you weren't just his partner in business. You were his partner in war.

With a sound like a channel switching frequencies too fast, the ballroom around them flickered and vanished.

They rematerialized in a burst of blue light, the air humming with residual voltage. His room was bathed in electric cobalt glow, the walls covered in various screens.You would have thought it was the room of a nerd gamer. The room looked straight out of cyberpunk fiction. The ceiling was…part of an aquarium. The water rippled above, and you saw sharks swimming around in circles above.

“You really couldn’t wait till dessert?” you teased, walking deeper into his space. But your teasing smile dropped when you saw his expression.

He stalked toward you until he was close enough that the glow from his screens painted your skin in electric blue. “I want to know every thought you’ve ever had. Every theory, every witty remark, I want everything you have, darling.”

Oh. oh.

The second his mouth touched yours, the world fell away. His lips were soft but hungry, like he was trying to memorize your taste, like he was starving and you were the answer to every ache he’d never named. Your heart thundered against your ribs, frantic and traitorous.

Everything about you—the tilt of your head, the way your fingers grabbed at his jacket like you couldn’t decide if you wanted to pull him closer or push him away—it all made his blood race in the best way. Finally. Finally.

But then you kissed him back, and Vox felt something unravel. One of the screens cracked behind them, reacting to the sudden spike in his pulse.

His mouth descended to your throat, kissing, licking and bit down, just enough to make you gasp and smiled against your pulse when he felt it flutter like wings. His fingers dipped under the hem of your dress, tracing the line of your thigh, not touching anywhere you truly wanted him but just close enough to make you ache.

Vox’s lips were on your jaw then your collarbone, then lower, his teeth scraping just enough to make you squirm. “I want to see how fast I can make you forget every clever thought in your head,” he whispered.

This kiss was filthier. All tongue and teeth and desperate friction. His hips pressed into yours like a question, and your answer was the soft moan he swallowed whole. Every part of him wanted to be everywhere—his hands roaming, mapping you like he was trying to memorize your body.

"You're unreal," he muttered against your lips, his fingers sliding to trace your ribs then down the small of your back. “Like someone designed just to fuck with me.”

The moment the zipper hit the base of your spine, your dress slid down like it was relieved to be dismissed. Vox’s hands followed it, palms dragging over your skin slowly, like he needed to feel every inch of what had been hidden from him.

“Fuck,” he breathed, just looking at you. “You actually wore it.”

The bra was delicate and right between your breasts, stitched in electric blue shimmered his logo. The matching panties clung to you like a second skin with the same signature mark in front of your pussy.

He spun you around, catching you effortlessly as he dropped into the bed behind them and dragged you onto his lap, facing away from him. Your back to his chest, your thighs spread over his. 

Since the screens were off, the black surface reflected them. You felt blood rush to your cheeks.

“Look,” he said, one hand sliding up her stomach to cup her breast, thumb brushing the embroidered logo. “Look how fucking perfect you are in my colors.”

His other hand slid between your legs, pressing over the logo on your panties before slipping beneath it. Two fingers dragged through slick heat, slow, teasing, making you gasp and buck back against him.

He moaned, rutting up against your ass. “I want to watch your face when you come. I want to see every twitch, every whimper, every time you lose control.”

His fingers plunged in and you cried out, legs spreading wider instinctively. He curled them just right, and your hips jerked in his lap, the friction driving you insane.

You managed to open your eyes back to your reflection. Your head rolled back on his shoulder. His hand buried between your thighs. Your bra pulled down, exposing your breasts—one already in his hand, the other bouncing with every panting breath.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled. “And you’re going to come just like this. On my fingers and wearing my name.”

“Vox—” Your voice cracked, high and desperate. 

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Vox,” you moaned, nails digging into his thighs, legs trembling. “I’m gonna—fuck!”

He bit down on your neck, fingers working faster, harder, relentless and perfect.

Your body arched, mouth open in a silent scream as you come hard, clenching around his fingers, your thighs shaking.

Vox groaned, burying his face in your neck as he slowed his fingers, coaxing you through it. “That’s it,” he whispered. “So fucking beautiful. I could watch that forever.”

You were still panting when he finally pulled his hand away and brought it to his mouth, licking your cum off his fingers with a hum of satisfaction.

You didn’t like his smug grin, as if he knew he was always in control. You shifted in his lap, but instead of turning to straddle him like he expected, you slid down.

Vox stilled. “What are you—?”

Your fingers moved to his belt, your gaze locked with his as you unbuckled it. “You’ve had your fun,” you said, voice smooth, almost casual but your hands betrayed you, shaking slightly.  “Now I get mine.”

Vox’s head tipped back, a sharp hiss escaping him as you unzipped him and pulled him out. He was achingly hard, flushed and leaking at the tip. You wrapped one hand around him, giving a single slow stroke, and watched his body twitch.

“Look at you,” you murmured, thumb swiping over the head. “So fucking needy.”

You smiled innocently and leaned in. The first drag of your tongue along the underside of his cock had his hips jerk. His blue-tipped claws scratched into the sheets. “Shit…fuck—”

You licked him again, slower this time, savoring him. 

Then you took him into your mouth. You sucked in just the head, tongue swirling around it. Vox’s hands twitched, desperate to grab you, to thrust up, but he held back barely.

His hand found the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. “Deeper,” he whispered. “Please—fuck—deeper.”

You took him down slowly, letting his cock slide past your lips, past your tongue, until your nose brushed his pelvis and he groaned like you’d stabbed him with pleasure. You pulled back, slow and wet, then repeated it, faster, then again—until your head was bobbing in steady rhythm.

Vox was falling apart.

The way his voice cracked when you gagged a little, the way his thighs trembled when you moaned around him. Then you sucked him in, hard and deep, while stroking the base with one hand.

With a sharp, guttural groan, Vox’s whole body tensed. His hips bucked just once, and then he came—hot, thick, spilling into your mouth as he cried out your name like it hurt. You tried swallowing most of it, then slowly pulled off with a lewd pop.

He was still breathing like he’d just fought off a damn riot, head thrown back, lips parted, cock twitching despite just finishing in your mouth. But seeing you like this–

Vox was on his feet in a second, lifting you effortlessly and tossing you onto the bed behind them like you weighed nothing. You bounced on the plush mattress, laughing breathlessly as he stalked after you, already pulling his shirt over his head.

Your legs parted for him instinctively, and he settled between them, one hand braced beside your head, the other running down your side like he couldn’t believe you were real. 

His eyes roamed your body, then his mouth crashed onto yours, tongue plunging in deep, and his hips aligned with yours, cock pressing hot and hard against the soaked fabric of your panties.

Vox pulled your panties aside and slammed into you in one rough, hungry thrust. You cried out, arching under him, nails clawing at his shoulders. You felt him so deep, stretching you open with a delicious burn that made your head spin. “Fucking hell, Vox—”

His rhythm was brutal at first, but then he slowed, grinding in deep, letting you feel every inch as he stared down at you like he was gazing at art.

Your eyes fluttered open. “What are you looking at?”

“You,” he whispered, brushing hair from your face. “The smartest, most infuriating, most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”

You pulled him down and kissed him hard, legs wrapping tight around his waist, locking him in.

He picked up the pace again, pounding into you now, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room along with your moans, his groans, and the creak of the mattress as he drove deeper into you.

“You feel…fuck—you feel so good,” he gasped, voice losing control and buffering. “So tight, so warm—god.”

He shifted, grabbing one of your legs and hooking it over his shoulder. The new angle sent him even deeper, and you screamed, back arching off the bed as your orgasm slammed into you like a wave.

He watched you unravel completely under him. Your mouth open, your body shaking—and it shattered his control. He thrust wildly now, panting your name like a prayer, chasing his release.

When he came, his whole body seized as he spilled inside you, deep and messy and claiming.

He collapsed on top of you, breath ragged, heart pounding like a war drum against your chest. As you tried catching your breath, you chuckled at his screen with error messages.

[WARNING: LETHAL LEVELS OF BEAUTY DETECTED]

[PROXIMITY ALERT: GOD-TIER BABE IN RANGE]

[MELTDOWN IMMINENT]

[CRITICAL FAILURE: HEART RATE UNSTABLE]

[REASON: HER]

[SOLUTION: UNKNOWN. MAYBE JUST DIE??]

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Notes: The dress I imagined for the reader.

Vox’s room as I imagined.

The Foursome and Finale is coming soon and I can't wait for you guys to read it!!

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[l-in-the-light]

Luffy's and Law's similarities

Because people always talk only about their differences, time to do the uno reverse! You might be surprised how many there are, actually.

Snapping at exactly same thing.

Snapping at same stuff again, because sometimes they share exactly the same brain cell. Even their face expressions are exactly the same in both examples lol.

Whenever Law actually loosens his guard, he reacts in exact same ways as Luffy does.

They both have a very similar experience with their mentors sacrificing themselves for them and same selfblaming reaction. This serves mostly as a prologue because we will compare how child Law and child Luffy behaved.

Both were reckless brats with very wrong self-harming ideas to get what they want.

They hate "dirty tricks" and being lied to. And easily lash out.

Their initial reaction to making fun of someone tripping/being pushed on the floor or making fun of anyone. Also standing there in exact same pose with their fists clenched.

"I will go find a real role model", same vibes here honestly.

"You will pay for this" mentality. They were also both literally thrown which endagered their lives and they both can't believe it's actually happening, that anyone would do something like that. Also bonus points for swearing child Luffy haha.

Both consider some people to be just total scums that deserve punching. Bad guys should be taught a lesson. Law at least managed to land a stab, so 1:0 for him.

This is intriguing. This is the last time Law asks someone for help. And last time Luffy asks someone to help him. Both seem to be convinced "asking for help" caused their loved ones to get hurt, so you will never hear them do it again. The only difference here is Law is asking to help Corazon, while Luffy is the one who needs the help.

Later on Luffy is taught to ask for help by Vivi in Drum Kingdom, but he isn't asking for himself, but to help Nami. Meanwhile Law never again uses the polite words. The most he is capable of is to ask Cavendish "tanomu" which is more like "I'm counting on you".

Both sit in same pose whenever Law isn't trying to impersonate Corazon's style (yes, Law mimicks Cora a lot, also in the way he walks). At least once he slipped and sat in the way he found naturally comfortable instead and it was exactly same way as Luffy's preferred sitting position. What a curious coincidence.

Another funny thing about them is that they both like to wear exactly same type of shoes they used to wear as a child, Luffy the sandals, and Law his dark boots. It's not really that common thing in the manga, for example, Nami and Zoro didn't stick to same type of shoes they used to wear when they were kids.

They also sleep in exactly same position, the infamous T-pose. For comparison, the rest of the Strawhats all have their own different sleeping positions (first from the right is Usopp ofc lol).

They also match each other's pace pretty well. "Let's go, Torao!" and "Ike!" as Law's answer which literally means just "Go!", because Traffy is ready too, no need to stall back.

And finally my favourite:

If Law wasn't under Corazon's "calm" spell, would his laugh sound familiar? Perhaps would it be "shishishi" we know so well? Of course that's the last time Law laughs like that, so we can't compare him laughing when he's an adult. Families in One Piece often share similar laughs, it seems. Unless you're a devil fruit user, that also changes your laughter apparently hm.

There's probably even more similarities between their behaviour, thinking patterns and expressions than I managed to find. I find it suspicious considering those two did not grow up together, so why are they so similar when they're both children?

I dunno if whole D. clan is an actual family, but I think Law and Luffy definitely had a shared ancestor and probably not that far in the past. Very curious since they're from East Blue and North Blue, the two seas mentioned to be the hardest to travel from one another.

Many people speculated Dragon isn't related to Garp or Luffy because they don't really look that much alike, but if you compare Monkey, Trafalgar and Gol family members together you can start to see some pattern emerging: they all have naturally black ruffled hair Potter-family style (you're welcome for that comparison you never wanted to notice and now you can't unsee haha). I wonder if Joyboy will also be revealed of sporting similar style of hair.

[jackoshadows]

I love all the cute 'Why do people hate Jonsa so much' anon questions to Jonsa blogs when there is an entire 'anti-Jonsa' tag they could just browse through to get their answers.

It's not about getting an actual answer but asking this to an echo chamber for bias confirmation on how the bad meanies are unfairly hating on their crackship!

And the funny thing is that the answer to such questions actually gives us the reason for why Jonsa is such a hate filled ship deserving of mockery and why some of us are only responding to that hate.

Answer:

Say the same folks who take and take and take and use every single aspect of the Jon/Arya relationship for their crackship. Maybe these idiots should first stop bringing out the original outline for their crackship?

I mean, look at this nonsense!

So Stark-Tully and Targ-Stark doesn't work with Arya?! Doesn't she have literally the same frigging parents as Sansa?

How did Jonsa get popular when the show was on? Because shippers were straight up using Jon's thoughts of Arya for Sansa - just straight up copy pasting. Like, look at this 2019 post!

First of all, I love how this person pretends to be a 'non-shipper' lmfao.

Second, 'Pointy end'? How dare you!

Then there's made up fanfiction that straight up erases Jon's angst about his bastardy - a central point of his entire story - and his bond with Arya due to their outsider status and make that about Sansa.

If their two brain cells actually worked they would realize that using everything from the Jon/Arya relationship to argue for Jonsa means that they are actually making a case for Jonarya!

However their tradfem brains are so fried with sexism and misogyny and hate for the other female characters that they can only keep their crackship alive by shoving their self-insert fave into the plot/story/relationships of other characters.

These people are all 'Stark sister's foreva!' but they hate, hate Arya and want her gone from Winterfell at the end of the series.

They 'love' Arya so much they want her to be the Northern Oberyn dammit! (Kicking her out of home and family under the guise of 'Freedom')

Also Arya is scary now!

They also want Arya to kill the other female character they hate!

Speaking of Daenerys, apparently the Jonsa hate is also because Jonsa shippers are the OG Dany haters!

Imagine bragging about being the pioneers of spewing some of the most vile, vulgar, utterly sexist, anti feminist, women hating, patriarchal, bigoted hatred against a fictional female character for the crime of getting in the way of your utterly idiotic, totally shite, vanilla, bland, boring crackship.

I have been in many fandoms in the past and pol!Jon has to be one of the ugliest, misogyistic hate I have seen towards the lead female character where women are theorizing and fantasizing about the male protagonist inflicting domestic violence and murdering his partner after seducing/manipulating her.

Imagine bring proud of that... They should be in the shame cube for that nonsense!

[moonsuke]

Blue lock 301 leaks

I saw the leaks… Nagi looks so dead… This hurts way more than 300 tbh the way Nagi was constantly wondering if Choki changed while he was gone (and he was always so happy and accepting of it too), the way he was always so excited when he noticed himself changing, all that wonder just to be thrown back in his face that both of them didn’t change at all… this hurts man.

Choki really is used as a metaphor for Nagi, there's a really cute moe point about that I really like lol, and how Nagi's the only one who has this. I love how he gently set Choki down by his bed with the implication he went to collect it from Baaya? It feels sadder somehow, him collecting his pet cactus and going home alone… Hope to see this expanded in epinagi (in like 5 years…).

And again, knsr is STILL gatekeeping Nagi’s tears from us… Look, I wouldn’t be clamouring for it this much if it wasn’t teased during the Naruhaya scene!! Don’t tell me we’ll only be seeing it in epinagi?? Then what about his backstory??? knsr is just so MEAN. I just know he’s taking joy writing this whole Nagi dying arc and drawing it out.

It won’t end until Nagi hits utter despair though, because no matter how dead he looks it just doesn’t feel like his lowest point yet which means… maybe Nagi tears next chap?? 😭 I really think it’s been set up that his utter despair means tears AND KNSR JUST KEEPS DRAWING IT OUT. I know it’s cause Nagi’s the sorta character where it’ll take longer for emotions and the reality of the situation to set in, and considering this would be his first time experiencing such a set back too it makes sense. I really do like the care knsr is putting to writing his character, reactions and story.

302’s titled “もういい” (That’s enough/I’m done) and idk, it just sounds so depressing and defeated and also so Nagi-ish? His entire narrative is set up to find his inner fire so obviously his story isn't ending here. Plus I love how he's the only eliminated players with such a huge focus lol (except kngm at that time).

Like even with the new covers omg, for both epinagi and bllk, both feature Nagi! knsr sure can't bear to let him go/let us forget him the way he keeps inserting Nagi everywhere, love that as a Nagi stan. You've no idea how happy I was to see him featured alone (with death) on volume 7. 7 is reserved for Nagi and him alone!!

And the Buratsuta cover too with the Nagi coin was honestly so funny. I swear rong fans all share the same brain cell lol, all of us were just thinking of Nagi falling victim to the dirty ways of the capitalist, fat, old, rich swine (plus Ray dark??) and Reo having a financial battle with him (plus some NTR 😭).

Speaking of Reo, I thought it was hot how stoic and angsty he is this chap in his suit and all (Are they in their Egoist exhibition suits?)... Truly future CEO material. Its especially hot because of the contrast with his emotionally wrecked self last chap lol. I wonder what's he thinking and cooking up. Any diabolical mastermind plans?? 👀

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I also love how we're continuing with the Isanagi moments and parallels. Him and Reo are really the only ones moping about Nagi. When it comes to Nagi's story, it'll always be the 2 of them be it if the shippers like it or not. Isagi regretted he could only say "don't quit soccer" but I actually thought that was really meaningful and I found the Isanagi scene in 300 way more impactful than even the Reonagi ones which were the bulk of the chap. I actually had a lot of thoughts for last chap to the point I couldn't get everything out but basically I just really really like the Isanagi scene lol. I'm just glad we still have Isagi thinking of Nagi this chap, really cements their bond and the importance of Nagi's role in the series.

And about their parallel, as I've said over and over... Their trajectories are meant to be opposite of the other and this chapter further hammers that in with Isagi reaching the peak of his soccer career and gaining recognition, full ego shining in his eyes and all but Nagi?? All dead and alone at home.

It hits especially hard cuz it was NAGI who really wanted recognition what with his whole "hello japan i'm nagi seishiro" and "wait for me, world", he’s all about trying to feel that heat, that spotlight, wanting to shine the brightest (I’m still thinking this is part of Nagi's ego) but all of these again, got STOLEN by Isagi 😭😭😭😭 It's just so sad and honestly if this was any other character besides Nagi I would be wondering how wounded is their pride but I feel like for Nagi's character, issues like "pride" isn't a focus.

Anyway... I wonder if this'll be a way to fire him up seeing Isagi stealing all these from him. Isagi really be stealing from everyone lol, like how he stole Nagi from Reo (kinda parallel how Reonagi views "treasure" differently but I digress). I've honestly no idea what's gonna happen with Nagi's rebirth except that giant hint on Buratsuta's cover... I thought he would be gone from the series for a bit but at the rate things are going, will he even be gone? LOL. knsr really can't let go of him man, I love that.

I wanted Nagi's rebirth to wait a bit before happening but if we're diving into BL tropes of nasty old men and falling victim to capitalism and perhaps exploring the darker sides of the sports world... I'm kinda all for it 🤡

[callalillywrites]

Anniversary Fun

This is my first official entry for @stuckybingo and I'm excited to be writing for them. What better way to kick off this bingo card than knocking out the prompt, Idiots in Love.

Now all stories, unless otherwise noted, will be using the Stucky x Reader ship. So, please be aware if these stories aren't your cup of tea.

Stucky Masterlist | Stucky Bingo | Main Masterlist

Ship: Stucky x F!Reader

Word Count: 912 words

Summary: The three of you are celebrating your seventh anniversary together. With it, you three get the chance to share in some fun traditions with your Avenger friends.

Warnings: some implied fun times; fade to black; teasing; lots of teasing; polyamory; established relationship

I do not give permission to have my works copied, translated, reposted, or fed into an AI machine.

*****

"Oh, come on, we weren't that bad," you said over the loud jeers and teasing remarks others made around the long table. You shared an amused glance with your two loves even as they both shook their heads, full smiles on their faces.

Sam guffawed the loudest.

"Now, that's funny. Maybe you weren't so bad, but those two?" Sam pointed at Steve, then Bucky. His own grin grew as mischief lit up his features even more. "Those two were the worst. I swear they spent forever pining over each other, then pining over you once you joined the team. If it wasn't one, it was the other. They were downright insufferable. No end with those two. Day and night."

Several chorused their agreement.

Leave it to Nat to chime in next with Wanda's head nodding along.

"Oh, I wouldn't think for a moment that she was any better. Our little teammate here never stopped talking about how sweet these two were, how hot they looked, and a whole slew of other adjectives I'm sure she wouldn't want me repeating."

"Sixteen punching bags, all because she went on one date," Tony added, his voice raising above the others. "FRIDAY, pull up the running tally, would you?"

"No, FRIDAY, ignore that order," you shouted, your gaze meeting the gleeful one Tony wore, "and you are going to behave. It's our night after all."

Tony nodded, pushing to his feet. He raised his glass, barely waiting for the others to do the same before saying, "Yes, here's to our favorite trio of idiots. Took them five years to figure it out, and they bungled all over the place along the way. Now, we're here, right, to celebrate their, what, seventh year together? Here's to another year of their combined brain cells, few though they are."

"Hear, hear," rang out between the clinking of glasses.

You took a sip, enjoying the way the discussion devolved yet again. Several past incidents of your combined idiocy where each other were concerned took over once more. All your friends quickly forgot you, Steve, and Bucky were even there as they tried to successfully one up each other for the best story they had about you three.

"Darling, you're evil for doing this to them yet again," Bucky murmured in your ear.

His warmth breath sent a delightful shiver down your spine, even as you hid your smile behind your glass.

"But we love that you're this devious. Gives us the perfect opportunity to slip away," Steve added, not wanting to be left out. His hand slid down your back until your chair stopped his progress. Leaning into your space, his voice remained soft as he asked, "Why don't we get out of here? Our room is waiting, and I'm quite eager to see what gift you've gotten us this year, sweet angel."

"I'd much rather unwrap our sweet girl here."

Bucky shot you a salacious wink that had heat rushing to your cheeks even after all these years.

"You would, jerk."

Sensing they wouldn't stop if you didn't step in, you slid out of your chair. Your hands slid into each of theirs and tugged them out of their seats.

They didn't need to be told twice.

As the others at the table continued their lively discussion, you three snuck off to the elevator and hopped inside the moment its doors opened.

While you should've probably felt guilty for bailing on your anniversary dinner with the others, you couldn't help the thrill of spending the evening with your two men alone more. It certainly helped that the others had kinda come to expect this from you three after you managed to derail and distract them over the years. With how easy it'd been after that first year, you'd made it easily a game to continue with each new year you celebrated.

"You know we may have been idiots back then," Bucky started as the doors shut, "but I wouldn't trade any of it."

"Not even all the pining that we suffered?" you asked, recognizing this part of the ritual of your ritual all too well.

Bucky shook his head. "Nah, it got us here."

"He's not wrong, sweet angel."

You glanced between them, finding nothing but sincerity and love reflected back.

"You're both right. It did, and I'm looking forward to having many more years like we've had so far."

The elevator opened on your room's floor.

As you three spilled out, your grip on them tightened even as your grin transformed into a smirk, leaning into their shared space to whisper, "Now, what would you like to unwrap first: the gifts I got you or me?"

Your two soldiers' eyes darkened with promise of a night that you wouldn't soon forget.

Bucky had been right, you thought as you prepared to race them to your shared room. Sure, you wouldn't make it but a couple steps, but those few steps were all you needed to have their arms around you again.

That's all you'd wanted for so long, and now you had it.

All of your doubts and pining seemed mere stepping stones to get you to this moment, and it finally came. You had them, and they had you. Nothing would make you give them up after learning what love truly was for the first time with them, and they you.

Idiots in love, for sure, but now wiser and so much more in love than ever.

[wiinnterfr0st]

I’ve been toying with the idea of a Thunderbolts* OC but it’s Tony Stark’s daughter and the idea of her being the newly appointed CEO of Stark Industries despite being a teenager still on top of being a hero.

I’ve dubbed her Little Stark since I don’t have a name, but she’s about seventeen and was blipped. She turned dark side, started to get more and more violent after her father’s passing; wandering like a phantom, lost in the wind and just going from case to case to solve crime vigilante style. (Morgan is Baby Stark.)

Just thinking about how all she’d want is her father back but instead, accidentally being spiritually adopted—lowkey against her will—by Bucky Barnes because he never got to apologize to Tony for killing Howard and Maria but he’d be damned if he let Little Stark die, it’s the least he could do for Tony.

Just thinking about how if anyone could do it, it’d be Little Stark who would figure out how to make a device to draw energy from the quantum realm to let Ava absorb from because she thinks Ava is funny and cool. Plus, science nerds; they probably share a lab and split it in half, always having some kind of music playing depending on who went in first. This, of course, also leads to one of the super soldiers having to convince them to leave but when they refuse (and violence was the very, utter last resort) they send in Bob who may or may not actually get them out of there so they send Yelena.

Or how Little Stark would be able to tell Yelena and Alexei all kinds of stories about Natasha because you know Tony let Natasha babysit and Nat wasn’t about to let this tiny genius be unable to defend herself from the outside world. (Plus it was funny to see her kick someone’s ass.)

Yelena would probably enjoy having a little sister, seeing it as a way to honor Natasha in protecting her own little gremlin. Natasha might’ve started to teach Little Stark Russian but had to stop when she went on the run so I’d like to think Yelena took over teaching her and in exchange, Little Stark taught her Italian.

Alexei would probably see Little Stark as another chance at having a daughter and probably refer to Bucky as well as himself as her ‘dads’ when she’s not around. He’d be the type of person to be so proud of her out of earshot but more hesitant to tell her to her face because he was a little afraid of being overbearing and truly rejected. Of losing her like he lost Natasha.

I think John would be almost as protective as Bucky over Little Stark, seeing her as just a kid and sometimes babying her which she hates with her entire being. The sarcasm and sass the two throw at each other is sometimes too much for the others to handle. (It’s worse when Bob joins in, usually because he’s bored and wants to feel included.)

Speaking of Bob, I think they’d have a sibling relationship but in the sense that they share one brain cell and usually neither of them have it. Bob probably hates labs since Malaysia but doesn’t mind sitting with Little Stark in her lab (the one her father used to work in with her by his side, because she was back in the place she grew up in even if it was altered) since it doesn’t feel like the other labs with how cozy she and Ava made it; he enjoys watching her work or just existing in the same room. He also probably goes with her impulsive ideas and that’s how they both lost their eyebrows for a bit which got them banned from the labs a bit; Bob also probably comes up with half of the impulsive ideas, if I’m being honest.

There were mixed reactions from Pepper, Happy, Rhodey and the remaining former Avengers but overall everyone was proud of Little Stark for paving her own path instead of becoming Iron Woman like everyone expected. Even Spider-Man who seems so familiar when they met but the more they patrol together, the more they seem to get closer to something like friends.

I dunno. The idea of a Thunderbolts with a Little Stark just seems to be scratching an itch in my head.

[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Chapter 86

The final battle is upon us. Who will decide what's for dinner tonight?

As with all moments like this, Izutsumi is part of these group therapy sessions against her will.

Amazing transition back to reality. It's the exact same image with a different background.

I still feel like the lion is lying about who it can or must serve. Marcille currently desires to fix her mistakes and stop the monsters she summoned, but that goes against what the lion wants from her. So it's instead choosing to ignore that in favor of fulfilling a more base desire for safety from a presumed threat.

This fakeout really got me.

Laios's arm seems to be in a bit of pain after that. Since his hand had to get put into the seal as well, its effects are probably creeping up his arm.

Again, I think the lion lies when it talks about how it serves its master. It's been manipulating Marcille to make her desire what will make her use the lion's power for the lion's aims. Looks like sealing the demon gives the dungeon lord a way to channel the lion's power exactly the way you want without it being able to manipulate anything.

On a side note, when Thistle and Mithrun became dungeon lords, their demons were small and grew larger over time. The lion was already big when Marcille became a lord. I'm curious if part of what caused Marcille to immediately spiral was because the lion was already strong. Maybe it took Mithrun and Thistle a few years to get to Marcille's point because their demons had to build up strength.

Laios and Marcille are two halves of the same person. They share 20 brain cells collectively, but the actual range of braincells either of them has at a given moment ranges from 15 to -5. And when one of them becomes a super genius, the other becomes muppet-brained. The only difference between them is Laios loves acting like a muppet while Marcille doesn't.

I've missed Marcille's muppet-brained moments so much. For all her intelligence, she's also the last one to realize things.

Namari had complete faith in Laios.

Last we saw of Fleki, her familiar was being torn apart by wyverns so she probably had to be killed and resurrected again.

I saw this panel of Flamela stepping on a walking mushroom and tried to come up with a silly pun about her turning a toadstool into a footstool. But toadstools refer to inedible or poisonous mushrooms and this type is most likely edible so it isn't a toadstool. And footstools are foot supports to lift your feet while sitting and Flamela is not doing anything like that nor is she using it like that. Pretend that I made a funny mushroom pun that is lexiconically correct and laugh at this image of Flamela stepping on a walking mushroom while yelling into her fairy.

Flamela isn't even nice to her fairy.

The island is getting restructured into a dungeon's maze-like design.

The soldiers are fighting what I believe are small wyrms.

Laios's father is watching and waiting. Falin still writes to her parents so he knows his children are at ground zero of all this.

Flamela is not giving the party much reason to want to work with the Canaries here. And this is ignoring how the situation was heavily due to the Canaries withholding information and assaulting the party to begin.

If you spin a magnet fast enough, it's possible to make it levitate above another magnet. For years, it was believed impossible to actually make a magnet levitate over another and Earnshaw's theorem proved that it's not possible for a static magnet to float above another one without it either getting flipped or pushed away. But then someone decided to try spinning the magnet in place and it turns out that the rotation of the magnet counters the forces that would normally push or flip the magnet, causing it to float.

Anyway, that story popped into my head at this moment. Laios is suggesting they do something that no one has ever done and everyone knows cannot be done. But Laios is both ignorant of everything and he doesn't think in conventional ways. So he could achieve the impossible because he'll come up with ideas no one considered.

Everyone else thinks of the demons in terms of man-eating monsters or forces of nature. But Laios is thinking of the demon more like if it was a person with its own goals it wants to accomplish.

Finally. Someone is actually going to listen to Laios.

Based on the reactions of Flamela's teammates, it's not uncommon for Mithrun to teleport people away when he's annoyed with them.

Mithrun at least understands the situation. The world is doomed whether or not Laios actually has a way to beat the demon. So they might as well let him try. Mithrun's eye turned silver as he told Laios to do what he couldn't.

New idea to the lion and how it decides to grant wishes: When it's unsealed and has a lord, it binds itself to that lord. But when it gets sealed, it can more freely respond to anyone's desires.

The lion should be sealed in Thistle's book, but it appeared before everyone in response to Laios's desire to defeat it. And then it waited a moment so Laios could demand he share a meal with everyone if he wins.

Some walking mushrooms fell off the lion construct.

The tower wasn't attached to anything. It was just a tower floating over the water.

Well that was an anticlimactic end to this series. Oh well. It was an enjoyable read the whole way through. Thanks for following my readthrough everyone.

I'm with Kabru. There's something horrible about the end of the world feeling like a bad joke.

Wait, I got it!! Flamela turned the walking mushroom into a stepping stool!!

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[s4mubr3zz1]

Hi everyone, I just wanted to express the love I have for these two ships. (I know I only use this site to post drawings but I really need to talk about this with someone or something-)

I LOVE JOY-GRAY, I don't know, I find its dynamics ultra fun and I don't know, my brain just automatically connects them (and also, I love how some people call Gray "tsundere" I find that funny-)

And I also love Joy-Bam, I mean, I started shipping them after seeing "Butter" because of that look Joy-Ce gives T-Bam... I know you are... HAHA And I don't know, I also like their dynamic of just two fools dating, I feel like they would share the same brain cell.

And that's all, I would like to see fanarts, fanfics or at least people who like these ships😭 So, if you want you can analyze it I don't know-

(I have many drawings of these two ships on my twt: s4mubr3zz1 :33333)

[irlplasticlamb]

PLEASE tell us all about rhaelor omgomg

OH MY GOD ❗️i’m so excited to talk about my mellow marshmallow ❗️❗️❗️

rhaelor is the youngest child of alicent and viserys, born almost a year after daeron (so they’re basically irish twins 🫶).

appearance: he’s very tall (almost as tall as aemond), with long, lanky limbs, prominent wrist and hip bones, and LOTS of freckles (i headcanon hightowers to be super freckled so he got it from his mom!!! let me be delulu in peace). he has excessively long hair (he has refused haircuts ever since he learned how to speak), more white than usual targaryen gold-silver, with a few streaks of pale ginger (because i thought it would be funny for him not to have the perfect targ look). alicent is the only one to notice his eye colour is exactly the same as rhaenyra’s, probably because she’s a massive dyke (same alicent, same).

personality/skills: rhaelor’s very sensitive and a massive mommy’s boy. he’s charming, well versed in court pleasantries and a gigantic gossip, which is probably why despite his dramatic nature, he’s so popular amongst the ladies at court (he’s like their token little gay boy but in a slay way). rhaelor is very into traditionally feminine things, adores all stuff soft, expensive and shiny. he LOVES art, being an excellent harpist, singer and lace maker. he’s TERRIBLE when it comes to combat though, hopeless with a sword and barely passable with the bow and arrow. he tends to be quite lazy and avoidant when it comes to anything that does not interest him, preferring to lounge around, engage in his hobbies and blabber to any poor soul who’s in his closest vicinity. he’s uninterested in serious politics and princely duties, actively choosing to stay naive and ignorant. he’d probably do better as a pampered courtesan than a son of the king and if not for alicent, who knows? maybe he would have ended up leaving and becoming saera 2.0.

relationships: so as i mentioned, rhaelor LOVES alicent so fucking much! refusing to ever leave her side for long, to the point where when daeron gets sent away to oldtown, he is allowed to stay in king’s landing. he hates to see her sad and sometimes spends hours upon hours playing and singing music to her. although rhaelor can be as frustrating of a son as aegon, i think alicent does have a soft spot for her flamboyant little creature.

when it comes to his siblings, rhaelor is quite fond of all of them but it’s aegon who he has the best relationship with. they bond over silly gossip, nasty pranks and wine (oh yeah, rhaelor’s a massive drunk as well, the „YAS GIRL LET’S PARTY” type to aegon’s „I’M GONNA FUCKING K1LL MYSELF IN 3 2 1”). aegon and rhaelor have three brain cells combined, which results in a lot of stupidity (and headache for their poor servants).

aemond finds rhaelor annoying, a bit pathetic even, but rhaelor has that magical way of wrapping him around his finger anyways. maybe because he can be so helpless at times and aemond is Targtowers’ Guard Dog Deluxe. they have a funny relationship, full of bickering and little digs at each other, finding common language in aemond’s love for history and rhaelor’s of art.

helaena baffles rhaelor and the stupid lad does NOT know how to interact with her whatsoever. he’s probably a bit jealous of her being a girl because, well, what is a targaryen without a little gender envy 🫡 they do share some sweet moments though, long hours of helaena working on her embroidery and rhaelor on his lace (probably yapping like crazy that boy does NOT shut the fuck up)

and daeron, while they don’t have much in common with each other, they’re so close in age that they just naturally get along well. daeron is very lenient with rhaelor, finding his freespirited, spoiled behaviour rather adorable and harmless. rhaelor thinks of daeron very highly, often talking praises of him (only half to annoy his other older brothers).

rhaenyra though? they barely have a relationship because he’s so much younger than her. he does not acknowledge her as the true queen solely because he loves aegon so much, he’s stupid as fuck when it comes to politics (and logical thinking lmao).

miscellaneous: rhaelor enjoys cross dressing, finding women’s fashion much more “darling and superb” than men’s. he takes great care of his skin and hair. especially hair, only one servant is allowed to touch it because he’s so particular about the way it’s treated. he hates meat, having a great compassion for animals, and rarely eats it. it gives very much “white woman putting animal lives over human” energy though because he does NOT acknowledge smallfolk as real, breathing, feeling beings. he DOES have a dragon, a slender pale-gold thing called stardust. stardust gets injured early in life, though, stunting her growth and making her unable to fly for longer periods of time. rhaelor LOVES her, think of an old lady and the cat she’s owned for like 18 years. that’s rhaelor and stardust energy.

[sncsolby]

Haunted AirBnBs

The shippers have been fed tonight. Some Solby (and random funny) moments in their most recent video:

The Black Monarch

7:31 Not Sam spreading his legs asking Colby to get on the bed. 👀 We're not even 10 minutes in guys, and you're already acting sus.

Linville Manor (surprising they haven't mentioned it's located in BROCK Hall 😁)

35:26 reaching for the door handle at the same time, then opening the door together. Sofie: "That was really cute."

36:51 S: "You can get rid of your ribs too." C: "Why would you wanna do that?" *Sam zooms into his face*

41:35 *Sam hands Colby a jar of cumin* C: "Oh, you got me cumin, bruh. Oh, shit." I just love how they make each other laugh. I wonder what Sam was expecting when he gave him the jar. S: "She's gonna think we're weird, alright?" Sofie: "Listen, I get it, you guys are gonna sleep together tonight!" Read to filth, boys. Even though I lowkey think Sofie and Sam are dating.

47:35 S to Sofie: "You don't like to sleep next to male gaze?" C: "Male what? Gays? OH!" S: "Not gays!"

48:51 Sofie: "Can you do hand stand for 10 minutes?" C: "EZ, I do tenners all the time." *proceeds to show a montage of definitely tenners*

49:22 That was a cute moment. But as if Colby could beat a contortionist even with Sam's help.

50:20 C: "You should try it." S: "I should try it?" C: "I know you only bend over off-camera, but you should try it right now." S: "What the ffff" C: "You know what I'm saying?" S: "I don't know what you're saying, can you enlighten me? When do you see me bent over?" The segue into merch promo is WILD.

1:01:14 That glug glug was hilarious, ngl. Colby dying in the back and Sam's face after 😂

1:01:33 What in the handshake...

1:07:09 S: "One of the biggest things in the research is, it breaks people up." C: "You're right, couples." Sam zooms in on Colby. S: "Exactly." Whoever edited the part zooming further on Colby as they stare at each other needs a cookie.

1:09:49 C: "I'm gonna sleep with the lurker." S: "Oh, you're not wearing any pants under there." C: "Yeah, I'm kinda naked, dude. " The way he said that I can't 😂 S: "What the fuck, dude." C: "He's not evil, he just watches, dude."

1:11:52 The review, they're so unserious I s2g

Henry Derby House

This investigation got so unhinged and I'm here for it! 😂 It gives old married couple.

1:18:33 SnC messing with Nick

1:18:42 Nick taking the toilet plunger and actually using it for like the next 10 minutes is a vibe

1:19:51 S: "How do we know someone's not going to come in this house tonight?" C: *looking at Sam behind the camera* "Somebody could come in us-I mean the house anytime, dude, we don't know." COLE BROCK

1:21:21 When Sam exits the closet: C: "Oh, he finally came out of the closet." S: "Dude..." C: "Oh, fuck." I cannot with these two.

1:26:50 "What was that?" 😂 I swear these two share a braincell.

1:33:10 S: "I don't know anything about cooking, but we got all the random ingredients, there's no cheat codes. We literally have to make everything from scratch. And I have the utmost confidence in me and Colby. Why? Because we used to actually have a cooking show too." The flashback to Samantha and Colleen with Colby going DO NOT had me weak.

1:33:58 The whole cooking segment was hysterical.

1:34:37 Nick: "I'm going to preheat the oven because they definitely don't know how."

1:34:40 Sam and Colby arguing over the nightvision gives me life. S: "You see anything?" C: "I can't see shit, you're supposed to - you have the nightvision, man." S & C: "We need a bowl." That was cute, and the wheezing. 😂

1:35:21 S: "How do you open baking soda?" Oh, Sam. My sweet summer child.

1:36:11 S: "I love the smell of vanilla. I used to huff vanilla as a kid...What?" Okay, Sam. 😂

1:36:33 Sam trying to open the vanilla extract with...a box? I guess Colby was using the brain cell at that moment.

1:37:16 I knew they couldn't possibly make an edible cookie. Sneaky fuckers.

1:42:47 C to Nick. "I think I might get salmonella eating that shit, brother." The way Sam laughed at that was cute.

1:43:17 Colby throwing it back to the Samantha and Colleen video where he pretended to be sick, and making Sam and Nick laugh. 😂 I love how he glances at Sam before he does that.

1:43:37 C: "👍 Agreed." As if you know anything about cooking, Colbs.

1:43:49 S & C: "Really..."

1:45:48 LMAO poor Sam

1:56:11 The bloopers at the end are a nice touch. 😂

Overall I liked the episode, obviously they made 3 in one because they didn't catch all that much, except for maybe the Black Monarch.

Seeing them happy makes me happy. ☺

[lilypadlys]

Mushy May 2025 Day Twenty-Four - Cleaning

Ship: Swiss/Sunshine + Aurora

Notes: I swear Swiss and Sunny aren't dumb they just share one brain cell and they often lose it. I can't help but write them being chaotic together

Word Count: 755

Read on AO3 or below the cut

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“Ugh why do we have to clean out the junk closet again?” Swiss mutters.

“Cause Cirrus told us it was this or mucking out the stalls.” Sunshine grins sheepishly.

The ministry quite literally has a barn with cows. Other ghouls and siblings generally take care of the livestock but when Cirrus is mad enough she threatens to let the task of poop scooping fall to the current pain(s) in her ass. It depends on the week if it’s Swiss, Sunshine, Dew, or Phantom.

“Fine, let's get this done with.” Swiss sighs. He opens the door to the messiest closet in the entire ministry and brooms and boxes come tumbling out. It’d be comedic if it wasn’t their problem to deal with. Swiss groans half wanting to let the heavy door slam shut all on its own and hide the chaos once more. Instead he nudges the junk out of the way with his foot. “Let's see how bad it is.”

Really bad, that’s what. Despite how small the closet is, just big enough for maybe five people to fit all crammed together, it’s loaded with boxes in various states of order. One box towards the bottom of a stack looks like it’s cardboard would disintegrate in a strong wind. Swiss half expects it to do so when Sunshine suddenly sneezes.

“Hehe sorry. I’m allergic to dust.”

They start by simply pulling boxes down and stacking them in the hall. Can’t organize anything if there’s no room to work. They get the closet about half empty when Sunshine nearly drops a box. Swiss hurriedly kicks another box out of the way to give her a place to put it. Unfortunately that box was holding the door open. The door that now swings shut right in Swiss’ face. And locks. He stares at it in disbelief as Sunshine struggles with the box behind him.

“Little help?” She wheezes.

Swiss janks at the door and curses. “The fucking door locked.”

“Huh?” Sunshine finally drops the box with little regard to its contents. “Thought we had it held open.”

“I moved the box and it shut before I could stop it.”

Sunshine does the same, also to no avail.

“Uh you try.”

“I already did.”

“Can we, uh,” She shoves at the door as hard as she can but the hinges don’t even creak. “Guess not.”

“Cirrus is going to kill us.”

“Cirrus doesn’t need to know.” Sunshine waggles her phone. “I’ll call Mountain instead.”

“But he’s all the way down at the greenhouses!”

“Do we have a better option? Aeth is on shift in the infirmary, Rain is down at the lake, Cue would tell Cirrus, and Phantom always loses his phone.”

“And Dew would probably laugh at us. But Mountain probably also forgot his phone…”

“So Aurora then.” Sunshine is already dialing. “Hey Rory, love of my life! So uh Swiss and I got a problem…yes again…no don’t tell Cirrus!...promise me you won’t tell her!...okay, so…we’re stuck in the closet…yeah real funny…the actual closet, the storage one…I don’t know it just locked!…no the other one…yeah off the chapel…what?...ugh just hurry. I mean, thank you to my favorite person ever! No, don't tell Cirrus!”

Swiss watches Sunshine’s phone call like a tennis match until she finally hangs up.

“She should be here in a few. Said she was in the middle of painting her nails so she has to close her nail polish.”

“She laughed at us didn’t she?”

“Yup.”

The two of them wait in awkward silence until finally the knob rattles from the other side and the door swings open. Aurora stands there looking unimpressed.

“Can’t leave you two alone for five minutes.”

“It was at least half an hour before we got stuck.” Swiss argues.

“So was the lock on the outside?” Sunshine peers at the door handle.

“It wasn’t locked.” Aurora looks at her puzzled.

“Wait huh?”

“Oh lord below.” Aurora face palms. “You dumbasses tried to pull a push door, didn't you?”

“Hey! You’re very correct but you don’t have to say it so loud.” Swiss sighs.

Aurora just laughs. “Do I need to watch you two or can you handle not getting stuck again.”

“Probably?” Sunshine grins sheepishly.

“Which one?”

“Umm…”

“Okay let me grab my nail kit. I’ll finish my manicure while you clean. I’ll be right back for when you get stuck again.” Aurora waves cheekily and rounds the corner. “Oh hi Cirrus! Guess what?”

“Ahh you promised!” Sunshine screeches and goes tearing after her.

[httpsghostie]

i was thinking, soap buying these little mood rings from spiritual shop that just opened by his home! and he brings them to the base, he’s so excited & he literally forces everyone to try them on—you do without hesitation and the only one who seems to have a hard time doing so would be ghost, of course.

eventually he caves in puts the ring. different colors associated with different moods, ie red would be anger, blue would he sadness, yellow would be happiness, green would be illnesses etc. until soap notices that ghost’s ring always seems to turn pink when he’s talking to you, or even just being near you, pink being the color of love.

and soap is so damn cheeky, he’ll purposely wait until it’s just him, ghost, and gaz around to start the teasing, saying stuff like: ‘y’know, i jus’ think it’s funny how your ring always turns pink when you’re a around y/n.’

and ghost is just glaring at him.

THAT IS SO SWEET

also I feel like this isnt my best work Im sorry lol

warnings: pure fluff

Soap was by far the happiest person around the base, and he also happened to be a really close friend of yours. He was a joy to be around, Gaz too, and inevitably you became the trio of chaos. Out of the battlefield, combining the three of you wouldn't build a single sargeant, it's like you shared the same brain cell or something like that — like Ghost once said.

One day, Soap brought some mood rings for everyone in the squad. He thought they could be useful on how you could deal with a person depending on their mood. How silly of him. But you didn't hesitate to put them on, thanking him for it.

He said they would change colors depending on the mood, but that's all the explanation, when Price asked him about what which color represented, he shrugged it off. 

To you, he said yellow was happy and red was anger, and it stopped right there. You would hit him playfully, demanding for him to explain the rest, but that's what you had to deal with.

Ghost was reluctant to put it on. "There's no way that works, Johnny." 

It took you probably a week for him to finally agree on putting the stupid ring — as he called it. The three of you stared, waiting desperately for it to change colors, seemed like eternity until he finally put it on. You waited, and waited, and waited.

No color. 

"See? I told you it doesn't work."

He was going to take it off, but Soap insisted on him keeping it. Reluctantly, he let Johnny win this fight — after all, he said it didn't even work.

And Ghost's ring remained blank until Soap found the two of you talking in the mess hall, approaching you quietly. Ghost was listening to you ranting about Price actively teasing you about your new white hairs due to stress. "I can't do anything about it, it's genetic and it's also stress. Honestly I don't know how you handle this life."

But there was something about him, his body language when you were around, like he could relax when he was with you. You bet Johnny noticed the light pink on the ring Ghost was clumsily trying to hide from you.

Yet he couldn't go out there making assumptions, he had to see it again. You'd taken your ring off for training purposes, but Ghost still had his, and it turned pink again as he saw you executing your moves with perfect precision. 

"Oi, Lt, anything to tell us?" Soap asked once he was alone with Ghost and Gaz, he glared at him, not understanding what he meant.

"Come on, the ring, we all saw it." Gaz said.

"Yes, yours turns pink around y/n." 

"I don't know what that means." 

"Pink is the color of love, ya?" Soap punches his chest playfully. "Ghost is in love with y/n!"

"Shut up, Johnny!"

"You really are, Lt, the ring doesn't lie." Gaz adds to the teasing, making Ghost brush his face. He takes a deep breath and leaves them two behind.

"Whatever."

And later that day, the group chat was filled with subliminal messages.

Not to mention that Soap wouldn't miss an opportunity to tease his Lieutenant.

Ghost: Sargeants, I need the reports by the end of the day

Soap: On it, pink-ie

Ghost: Shut up, Johnny 

Gaz: Stop being such a pink-a-phobe

Y/n: What? Lol

Ghost: It's nothing, they're children 

Soap: Did it turn pink again?

Ghost: Enough, Soap

"Can you please call Y/n to my office?"

"Why, you gon' kiss her?"

To which always led to Soap being slapped in the head, but it was priceless to see Ghost's reaction to being teased.

It would turn pink whenever you were around, he couldn't help it, he liked you way too much to be able to hide it from the ring, like he was able to do with every other emotion. Never blue, nor red. It would only change colors when you were there.

[abyss-seer]

Don't wanna say much, but its kinda weird and funny seeing people especially tarot readers who haven't met a single K-Pop Idol in real life get disgusted and angry and start hating on them the moment they do a reading on them. Its kinda weird.... Like why do you think you knew them enough to even decide on liking them like I don't even know what my brother is like in past 5 years. We are close, yet we don't know each other that well enough the way some of you "KNOW" your celeb favs.

And you want me to know what type of people, celebrities are like? I know nobody enough, people change on a daily basis. You can never ever know what type of person the other person is like no matter how far or deep you scour into their thoughts. People are people, they change, mold and adapt.

"Yeah but we love them" you say, yet you will leave them, accuse them or hate them the moment their name comes in a DUI case, as if people can't go through rough times leading to rough consequences.

This is the same way you all behave when they are being racist, controversial or anything else, cause most of you are still operating by the wills and wishes of controlling someone over the fame you had given them, so you all are really good at condemning their bad behaviours which I give you credit for but the amount of undeserved hatred that goes towards these people unfiltered instead of proper condemning begs a question if you are actually in a hoard of trying to control and puppeteer your favs or do you actually love and care about the art they share as artists. Cause they way you all behave in all cases whether the situation is as big or not, with relentless hate its very easy to identify what you are all upto, even if you don't admit it, the language you use subconsciously says it all. So stop being so shocked and disgusted just because you didn't know them enough. Of course you didn't, when did any of us claimed we did? Your hatred is because of your assumptions of them and also of your dumbass brain cells thinking someone's hard work was actually something platter gifted by the public in the form of fame.

Let me tell you something, no matter how bad these artists turn out to be one day, their work will still be heard, still be appreciated even if no one will tell you this during the times they fall and they get hated on by everyone. There will be someone appreciating the hard work and artistry of these people. So stop spreading hate just because you want to project the disappointments and frustrations of your assumptions of them onto us and people with impressionable minds. We don't want it. Stop spreading hate on internet. Not everybody cares or is even concerned about the well-being or mindset of some random celebrity on internet. Use better language of criticism over your subconscious hate directing language. Its very evident you are angry at your assumptions and your "know it all" ego about your fav celebrity being entirely wrong. Just because its bruises your arrogance of thinking that you knew them, doesn't gives you the right to project your hatred onto them when you turned out to be wrong.

Just accept that you didn't knew them when something bad about them came out. Yes you supported them once, so what? The money they made through you was your decision, if they decided to spend it on doing something wrong, or misused the fame you gave, just accept that they misused you and the time, money and attention you expended towards them. Hate them for doing the deed they did, than hating them for not living upto your standards. Don't you understand. Isn't it evident to you. You were the one who was always in the wrong by subscribing to the idea of an "INFLUENCER" cause you got a brain on your head and you should think, express and be yourself with your own means rather than getting influenced by someone. You were the one who was in the wrong always from the start cause you were the one who bought the idea of "INFLUENCER" not them. They fed you the idea, you wanted them to feed you for which they get paid via or from or through you, until one day they couldn't and your idea of what they should be like started pressing in, so they molded themselves to show you only that, doesn't matter if their behaviour changed in real life. They were rewarded for doing that in front of camera or atleast pretending to do it in front of you. And then you all realise how good they got at pretending once you see something like the Burning Sun Scandal or Baby Oil Godown.

So when tarot readers like you actually do readings on these celebs and find out that they were clout chasing through tarot and are actually happy about making racist remarks, what's your excuse for being so angry. Is this your first time encountering shitty people through tarot, cause even if it is, tarot is not a tool to spread hatred, even if you use it to spy on them. Its awareness treat it as such, stop jumping the bandwagon of spreading hatred when its just about condemning someone's behaviour. Just stop. Tarot for fun, for gossip yeah its good sometimes, not all the time. Tarot for spreading a cause yes, tarot for spreading hatred, no genuinely no, awareness about a bitch in disguise yes, clarity yes, for jumping the bandwagon of hatred against some people where the hatred is not even coming from right place. Goodbye. I see people hating Diddy, yes, I see people hating some random celebrity for racial slurs, yes but not much more than necessary. Stop adding to the bandwagon of hate when additional hatred is not even necessary. Go take it out on some actual pedophiles and pedophillic Tumblr and Reddit accounts. That's where that hatred is actually needed. Not on some racist Ratatouille who still lives in 18th century despite being a so called famouse GenZ celebrity. Just stop spreading the hate especially through tarot. Let it be awareness of a cause not used to spread hatred.

[nomsfaultau]

dunmeshi and sbi!fault :DD

I did briefly consider writing a normal sbi crossover cause ohhh my God it would be good. Honestly Laios did bleed into my Techno in Worth far more than your weight in gold cause Techno also gets into that hyperfixation on creature details (although in a lot more 'to kill them better' way). They are ON that grindset. Although polar opposites on Techno 'eating the same potato recipie for 12 months' vs laios 'new dish every meal'. The Blade is such a lazy cook see: cooking headcanons. Laios would openly speculate on how his meat differs from actual pork. And Wilbur would start explaining the flavor profile/texture difference very accurately to everyone's fascination/horror. The Blade also straight up doesn't know Chilchuck is part of the party because he's so tiny he's like 100% in The Blade's blind spot. Like yeah he can smell and hear him but he just keeps forgetting Chilchuck exists. Also confused that the orphan meter isn't pinging but whatever. Marcille constantly bribes him to get access to his long luxurious mane. Senshi is cool with him bc he's familiar with orcs.

I think Senshi and Philza share one brain cell in that regard. Agressively taking care of everyone else. Cause you cannot tell me Philza hasn't seen so so so many people starve to death in famines...not so much worried about cannibalism. Also. Technically Philza isn't in the mental place for more adoption (read: he's mentally stable rn), but it would be soooo funny if he looked at Chilchuck and was like. Another child? Baby? But that's mostly because I love tormenting Chilchuck so very very much. Probably radiating disappointment the second he finds out Chilchuck is not really in his kids life that much currently due to the adventure. Appreciates Marcille's fireballs and black magic. Philza cannot distinguish between Izutsumi and 14 yo Wilbur that's just the same kid.

Wilbur ADORES all the food omg yes this is fantastic. And Marcille is cringing as it eats increasingly inedible dishes and sarcastically teasing her for not eating it. But Wilbur CANNOT handle Laios 'man I wish I was a monster' like he just can't he will punch Laios if he tries that. Him and Izutsumi have the nastiest kvetching sessions it's fantastic. Instant bonding over being distrusting brats that are desperate to be human. Cannot fathom the picky eater thing. Likes how paranoid Chilchuck is, although Chilchuck is convinced a mimic is going to pop out of its head at any time.

Tommy gets even worse dish duty than normal, but these crazy adventurers like. Are really amazed about his power? About how it can be used to sanitize stuff?? Like passionately going on about the health implications and Tommy is just staring at his hands as a wholesome anime monologue is happening in the background while he's having flashbacks to murder. [Marcille and Tommy would be most insufferable duo imaginable. I think they’d constantly butt heads given how bossy yet insecure both of them are. Tommy would eat mud in front of her and Marcille would have an aneurism. And he’d blow a fuse about her thinking he’s essentially a toddler by elf standards. however. Tommy would be extremely encouraging of her explosion magic to a degree that would cause structural damage to the dungeon.] Tries to show off and impress Izutsumi because GIRL!!1! And is very cringefail about it, she and Wilbur team up to bully him. He thinks Senshi is weird and groans about having two Philzas. Constantly riling Chilchuck up about his height.

Tubbo is like thank God normal people who aren't crazy murderers at first. And then decides they're all weirdos but not Problematic to the degree of Fault crew peoples. Thinks Marcille's magic is freaking awesome, and helps her control her meat dragon homunculous guys a lot better. Grand/kid talking with Chilchuck. uhhh ngl having trouble with Tubbo for some reason lol.

Also. On a very big note I think the world building re: monsters could lead to massive angst and tension between the groups. Especially with things like Laios crossing lines on 'humanoid monsters' as food. Like the entire group is constantly talking about eating monsters, and for the Fault crew that's very dehumanizing, racist, offensive, traumatizing, etc. Very high chance they end of fighting each other, however, the funny dynamic trumps all so that's what I went with.

[joocomics]

Ok, so I have to confide in you as my favorite Jungsu lover… I get it. It took me a while but I GET IT. Like he’s one sensational look and keyboard solo away from taking Junhan’s place as my bias wrecker and it’s all because of this recent comeback and like, I knew it was coming but DAMN. Idk if it’s the former piano player I me or just the fact that I’ve realized how funny he is or because my brain finally went “WOAH, he’s fine as hell” but I fear he’s got me bestie 😔 including the pictures that made me go “yeeeeah, I need him” and you might be wondering why the last picture is there but it’s simply because it made me realize that he has a sensational nose and as a nose connoisseur, that’s truly what pushed me over the edge it’s BAD FOR ME

BESTIEEEEE YOU’RE IN DEEP. the more we talk the more i believe we share a brain cell - the one that makes the two of us the biggest blue haired jiung defenders ✊

idek what to tell you except that everything you mention in your ask is the absolute truth… he is one fine ass man and though i don’t have any interest in marrying - i want this man to fall on one knee and ask for my hand in marriage. i’ll be the happiest wife ever. if he doesn’t, then i will fall on one knee and ask for his hand in marriage idc just let me live under the same roof as him PLEASE GOD

AND HE IS SO FUNNY!!! RIGHT?? there’s this variety show or smth that he was on with jooyeon recently (like a month or two ago, not sure), and joo (dude i’m gonna kick ur ass for this) would not stop teasing him together with the host, abt how he needs to get funnier and sucks at telling stories EXCUSE ME? are we listening to the same guy?! (i know they were joking y’all don’t worry heh) but still… kinda made me watch like this 🤨 the whole time cause The Kim Jungsu i know of is genuinely funny, and i’m not being biased here. i think his way of storytelling isn’t rushed and overwhelming, and that only makes you take in all the details he shares and really appreciate how soft spoken he is!! and i also think you can always tell how he’s genuinely appreciated the moment he’s telling you about and how he’s happy to be able to share it with you 🥰 damn i’m sappy haha ignore that 🫣