#ALSO SUMMER SHORT HAIR SUPREMACY !?!?!??!?!?

[claudtrait]

Best Friends Forever.

[bratbby333]

jjk camp counselor au

nsfw brain dump, multiple x reader feat: satoru, suguru, nanami, toji, sukuna, shoko + choso summary: you're a camp counselor trying to make the most of your summer

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satoru would definitely be the one to lead the rallies each morning, he's so charismatic and domineering. he'd also be in charge of the 15-17 year old group (obvi). he'll blatantly flirt with the other female counselors in front of you to make you jealous, sneaking away to the woods while the kids are eating lunch to apologize to you while balls deep inside you...summer fling energy fr

"i-im sorry...promise...it was nothin...meant n-nothing 't me" he pants out, seeing the irritated look on your face as you glare at him from over your shoulder, arms bracing your body against a tree, your jean shorts down by your ankles, panties shoved to the side. "shut up and keep fucking me, satoru," you roll your eyes in response. "show me how sorry you are," your demanding voice wavering slightly, stifling your moans so he doesn't know how good it feels, trying to keep up your annoyed facade. but god does he feel amazing, his tip stimulating your sweet spot with every stroke. he fucks you so much better when he thinks he's in trouble...he's a whining, whimpering mess for you power bottom!gojo supremacy

suguru is most definitely the chill instructor, leading the more creative activities; arts n crafts like tie-dye, making jewelry, etc. all the kids love him, too. he'd beam with pride as they run up to him to show him what they were able to create. he'd profess his feelings for you with a handmade, beaded bracelet.

you sneak out of the women's cabin in the middle of the night to meet up with suguru, finding him sat on the crest of a hill with a blanket laid out to watch the stars "suguru...this is precious," you gasp, eyes bright with adoration, taking a seat next time him, your legs kicked out in front of you and your arms propping you up. - "what about the kids? what if they see us?" you ask, concern plastered across your face, your legs wrapped around his waist, hands secured behind his neck, fingers tangling in his long hair. "don't worry, love," he breaths out, pausing his strokes, his strong arms positioned on either side of your head, "nanami's watching mine and shoko's watching over yours...plus we're so far from camp, no one's gonna see us", he reassures you with his pelvis flush against your core. "you just look so beautiful like this, i couldn't resist" he'd moan out, returning to his initial pace, thrusting deep and slow, the blanket he had laid out now disheveled. the moonlight bounces off your skin in the most ethereal way, and suguru can't get enough of you.

nanami would be in charge of the whole camp, carefully organizing everyone's permission slips, allergy forms and medical records (which were alphabetized and given to shoko), the payments from parents, the whole nine yards; ensuring everything ran smoothly. he would also be the one supervising the obstacle courses. he'd carefully and methodically strap the kids into their harnesses, surveying everyone intently...do you really think he'd trust the other dummies he works with to do so?

and of course he'd find a way to repurpose the harnesses as restraints in the privacy of the men's cabin with you, the two of you slipping away during one of satoru's overly energetic pep rallies. "ken...what if someone catches us?" you moan out, your arms secured behind you, your back arched, and your chest pressed against the mattress. his deep, purposeful strokes continue, his voice steady as he repsonds. "don't worry, love. we made the mistake of giving satoru the mic, he'll talk for hours if you let him...now hush and let me take care of you, yeah?" you nod back before moaning loudly, the depth of his cock in this position is hitting spots you didn't know existed. "you're taking me so well. such a good girl for me," he groans out, his trust speeding up, the sounds you're making for him spurring him on.

toji would be in charge of the more physical intramurals; dodgeball, kickball, archery, and life guard on duty for the water activities.

and god did he look good while patrolling the waters, his broad shoulders and tanned skin glowing under the summer sun, his wet swim trunks clinging to his thick, muscular thighs. you watch him from your beach chair, legs clenching and core pulsing at the sight of his sternly focused face, his eyes running up and down the lake, his body glistening from the droplets of water trickling from his damp hair. you're glad shoko is more attentive with the kids because your mind is elsewhere (and for a valid reason, too). - after the kids are sent to get changed into their dry clothes, he absolutely obliterates you in the boat house. "saw you watchin' me the whole time...this what you needed, love?" he'd ask through gritted teeth, his thrusts hard and deep, his thick cock stretching you out perfectly. you whimper in response, eyes low, mouth agape, nodding profusely as his fingers dig deeper into your hipbones. "uh huh..needed you so bad, toji," you whine out. baywatch!toji has me putting my fist in my mouth

sukuna would not get hired because the organizers were afraid that he'd try to create a child army and illicit a rebellion to overthrow the camp counsellors, creating a dystopian society where the kids tend to the land and run his errands for him. bummer... ruined his summer plans.

shoko helps you run the girl's cabin. she also works the first aid tent during the day, her long hair tied back to keep her cool. you lean up against a tree, admiring her beauty. you're pulled from your daydream when gojo elbows you in the side, shooting you an amused look; "go make a move, she likes women, ya know?" wiggling his eyebrows at you before running off to frolic in the water with his group.

the two of you sneak away during the bonfire, finding yourself in her bunk, laid on your back with her soft tongue attacking your clit. "sho, i'm close," you gasp out, your hands tangling in her auburn hair. she hums in response, the vibrations pushing you even closer to your release. you cry out for her, the pleasure coursing through you is overwhelming your senses. she uses one hand to cover your mouth, the other swipes between your folds before inserting two finger into your dripping cunt, curling slightly to massage your g-spot. your hips buck against her mouth, before you spill all over her tongue from the added stimulation. as you try to regain your breath, she leans over you and places two fingers against your neck. you gaze up at her through dazed eyes, shooting her a questioning look. "just checkin' your pulse, thought i was losin' you," she laughs.

choso takes his job very seriously, basically a helicopter parent while watching the kids...he's so protective of the children, treating them as if they were his own siblings. he stops dead in his tracks when he first lays eyes on you, watching you interact with your group; you are so sweet with your kids, tenderhearted and caring...he falls in love almost immediately and all he wants is to get close to you.

his soft, slow strokes make you giggle into his ear. everyone's in the mess hall for dinner, leaving the cabin empty, the once silent building now filled with your moans. "cho, you can be rougher with me," you sigh out, pulling him deeper into you, groaning at the stretch of his fully engulfed member. he buries his head into the crook of your neck, a long moan leaving his parted lips as he bottoms out against you. his cheeks flush to a bright red...you swear you can feel the heat emanating off them. "i know...jus' scared i'll cum fast if i go harder...you're just so pretty...so fuckin' sweet, angel," he whimpers out. he paws at every inch of you, his strokes getting more frantic, kissing your cheeks delicately and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

author notes: this made me giggle so much while writing. i love doing short form AUs, theyre so entertaining to me. sorry about sukuna's i was feeling unhinged when i wrote it

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i really liked this idea and im considering making it a longer story, but i only wanna focus on one character x reader...leave a comment with who you'd want it to be with! (counselor!gojo is calling to me, but what do y'all think?)

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[hyperblue]

okay i got around and actually wrote it all down, so please enjoy: timkon clone twins au lets fucking go

— they are not technically twins, they're just two clones who happen to develop back to back at the same time, but those are just semantics since they were raised like brother and sister anyway; wendy is considered oldest but only because she was the first outta test tube (tim had to have a little breakdown moment while holding her in his arms before he was able to get jackie out too; wendy is the only person who actually cares about being oldest, jackie is not thrilled because "you're literally only 10 minutes older can you maybe chill")

— wendy's full name is gwendolyn stephanie drake, bc i believe that if tim Has to honor someone by giving their name to his child it should be steph, plus i am cackling at the thought of wendy naming all her social accounts "gwen stefani"; no one really ever calls her gwen tho, the only reason she's not just wendy in papers is because tim was a little pretentious; i also quite like gwendolyn lois but i don't think tim would actually go for it (kon could tho, if he were alive at the time)

— jackie is jackson bartholomew drake. i personally prefer to think that if tim gave it some time he would probably choose a different name, but he just really missed his dad at the moment (he missed everyone, really), and by the time he actually had enough mental stability to sit on it the kid was already pretty much established as jackie withing the family, so yeah. no one ever calls him jack btw, so it's fine

— they both quite like their names although they can't help but nudge their dad a little from time to time, being like "gwendolyn stefanie, dad, really? it's like you picked up a name on pinterest or some shit" ("language"); they are both referred to as "ducklings" within the family (dick was the first to do it, tim started doing the same by pure accident and then it just kinda stuck)

— wendy took a lot after janet drake genetic-wise, to the point where it almost rubs tim in a wrong way sometimes when she gets older — her hair is much lighter than her father's or brother's and doesn't really curl that much, although she's not as pale as tim and has a distinguish golden undertone to her skin; she also gets freckles in summer. tim is one of few people who can actually see kon in her without deliberate searching, especially when she smiles. she has his eyes though, and she leans more on a shorter side (short queen supremacy)

— jackie is pretty much kon in miniature, or at least he is if you don't know where to look. kon himself insists that jackie is a perfect mix of both him and tim, it's just that distinguish curly hair and golden-brown skin throw people off most of the time — jackie for sure has tim's nose and cheekbones, tim's high forehead, tim's sheepish smiles and tim's cunning smirks. he's also a bit leaner that kon as he gets older and also a little bit shorter, although he's still taller than both tim and wendy

— wendy is a certified horse girl, she took horse riding lessons since she was like five (she was begging tim for y e a r s really, at first he insisted on waiting till she was at least six but i guess her kryptonian powers kicked in a little earlier and it doubled down some of tim's parental anxiety, although he definitely was there for a first few lessons just to keep an eye on her). damian got her her own horse eventually, because of course he did. he is her favorite uncle ever since

— she's a true crime videos/podcasts enjoyer (that's how she bonds with her dad)

— jackie is very much into making paper collages since he was around eight years old and has made his first one in school for fathers day (tim has framed it immediately and set it on his table in the WE office; it's still there after years); he used to have a lot of social anxiety as a kid because of being homeschooled 'till first grade and being very attached to tim, and has found the process of making paper collages very soothing

— jackie graduates college eventually (alfred: "thank god. at least one of them")

— they both eventually got into photography like their dad, but jackie is taking more of a professional approach, whereas wendy is mostly doing it for the sake of keeping the memories; that's why she has a small digital camera that she always carries around (it's covered in cute sparkling stickers because duh)

— they are both pan and demisexual

— as i mentioned, the kids were homeschooled for a while, by which i mean that they never went to kindergarten because tim was too paranoid about any potential kryptonian superpowers kicking in anytime; the other reason was that tim's kind of a helicopter parent, especially after coming back from his brucequest, and he's very dependent on both of his kids

— yes it backfires later

— jackie loves his dad more than anything else in the world, and has spent most of his early childhood following him around and throwing tantrums the second tim was out of his sight (which was quite rare, to be fair, at least until tim had to get back to his job at the WE); tim is 90% sure that it has something to do with him being gone for a while to find and save bruce. it evens out a little as jackie gets older and starts going to school and then college, but he's still pretty much codependent, and any decision that he makes about his life ties back to "what would dad do; will it make dad proud/happy; what would dad want for me"

— wendy on the other hand is kon's daughter through and through, she admires him and looks up to him but she has a very complicated, conflicted feelings about her and her brother's circumstances of birth, making her anxious in a way that is like "oh my god am i being annoying what if he doesn't like me what if he looks at me and only sees a living proof of his humans rights violation should i consider never talking to him again god i HATE my dad", so most of her actual interactions with kon are quite awkward on both ends

— tim and kon do not get together until kids are around their late teens, so neither of them calls or really considers kon dad, even tho he definitely played a significant part in their upbringing as soon as he came around with the whole child-cloning situation. wendy was the first to call him dad not long after she moved to the kent's farm, which was an accident, really — she was trying out vigilantism for the first time and got her ass kicked bc lack of experience, and her first instinct at being cornered by a villain was to literally just call for dad (at the back of her mind she meant tim, because to their family kon was always just kon, but the moment he pulled her in and put his hand on the back of her head and said "it's okay, sweetheart, dad's here", nothing has ever made more sense to her than kon being her father. the thought was both thrilling and terrifying)

— tim is "dad", kon is "pa" (if that wasn't already obvious)

— also, yes. wendy eventually moves to the kent's farm to live with kon; more on that in some other post

— kon kind of inherited the kent's farm after both john and martha passed away; technically clack is still the one who owns it, but his and his family's life is mostly in metropolis and he didn't want the place he grew up in turn into an empty memorial of it's better days + he also knew how important it was to kon at the time to have a place he could always return to, so yeah, everyone won in this situation

[siodium]

𝘕𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘖 𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘚 𝘏𝘈𝘜𝘓 ft. 𝙎𝘼𝙉𝘿𝘼𝙇𝙋𝙃𝙊𝙉

welcome to part one of my nendo clothes haul where i’ll be featuring some clothing sets~ i bought a lot of individual clothing pieces as well but am i ready to style them?? no

i’m hesitant to shoot the second part of the haul bc it look me literally the wHOLE DAY to do the shoot and edit the photos aND I DIDN’T EVEN HAVE TO DO ANY STYLING it’s gonna take forever if i had to mix and match pieces ugh ;_;

so for context i bought nendo doll bodies from amiami like over two years ago?? but i only recently started to invest in the hobby and by that i mean i’ve already spent over $200 on clothes and stuff

is this how it feels to be an adult with an income

ok but in my defence it’s A LOT of clothes i’m not even kidding

i even bought duplicate items by accident bc my dumb ass didn’t check the cart properly ughhh

anyways yes my nendos have more drip than me

let’s get into the haul~

for reference i’m using the nendoroid boy body in almond milk

you should have already seen the first outfit from my previous post but i thought i’d show it off with the hat that it came with as well

this cafe/bakery outfit is definitely one of my favs!! it came with so many individual pieces (hat, apron, top, shorts, a hip pouch thing) which means i can style the pieces with other items to create a brand new look~

i bought the brown shoes separately and they were a little pricey but no regrets they match perfectly with the outfit and they’re so well made?? the little details wow O:

i rly like the maid/gothic lolita outfit as well!! the set came with a bonnet too but i have no idea how to put it on sandy’s head :// might wanna try it on someone with less spiky hair

one taobao seller gave me a free gift that came with blu-tack so now i don’t have to struggle to make sandy hold his teapot and teacup heheh

i meant to show off the shoes ok i’m not trying to be sus 👀

this is how the dress looks without the apron

the next outfit is bringing back the poopio maydays feels

the shark outfit was something i’d been looking forward since i ordered it from a carouseller in feb i think?? apparently taobao shipping kept screwing up the orders so it only came like a few weeks ago yikess

also i got this shopping cart too bc i thought it’d make a good photo prop but now i’m not so sure hmmm it’s still rly cute tho

aaaa he looks so soft in this outfit

too bad the hood doesn’t fit over sandy’s hair but it does fit properly on akechi so i guess only smooth and unpoofy hair works with it

there’s a human sized version of the shark slippers that he is wearing and i’m tempted to get a pair for myself lmao

finally we have the mafia-zaddy-from-wattpad outfit

i got this set bc i thought the inner shirt with tie and the black pants kinda look like akechi’s summer uniform except the tie isn’t stripy and i don’t think i can remove it

well doesn’t rly matter it looks great i love suits

also these are the only pants i got that have velcro at the back and they’re so much easier to put on compared to the ones with elastic waistbands (those get stuck on the joints a lot...) 👍 velcro supremacy

that’s all for part one of the haul now i need to rest zzzz sooo tired

is this how it feels like to film/shoot a lookbook......

[whaleofatjme1920]

Hey elsie! This is in case if the last one didnt send. But basically this matchup is with the scp foundation doctors and your oc's

Im a 5' asian girl coming from indonesia. I have short black hair thats parted to the left and i occasionally wear a headband , i have a pretty round face and brown eyes. I pride myself a lot on my thighs for some reason. I also have small scars on my arms and legs from when i was a kid, i used to play rough a lot. I was born on the 24th of august and i am a sun and moon virgo with Capricorn as my ascendant and libra as my midheaven. Im majoring in zoology in college rn and if i was in the scp universe id probably work for wilsons wildlife solutions.

I like, reading, ice and roller skating, drawing, coffee, naps, Dungeons And Dragons,the rain, mythologies and urban legends, gaming, and binge watching! Currently finishing up the last of bhna. Im re reading the harry potter series right now. Im very much into vulture culture and im collecting bones and stickers! The stickers are also used for journaling since i started the hobby recently. I also am an avid fan of liminal spaces, the unknown and the depths of the ocean! I actually nearly became a marine biologist because of it but it turns out it doesn't pay as well as being a zoologist.

I like to dress in a more 80s to 90s era of fashion. I have a lot of button up colourful shirts, sweaters, jeans, belts and etc. Other then that i dress pretty casually and laid back more because of how hot it can get in Indonesia.

My personality type is INTP. Im very much introverted but can be friendly to others. My humor is everything and anything but most of the time its dry, but quick and witty. I also like puns. A lot. I find it personally hard to make friends, but once i get to know the person and i feel more comfortable i start to open up. Im considered to be more of an outcast to people but it's mostly because i dont like talking to strangers lmao. Other then that im pretty chilled and laid back, sure i have a small temper but it usually is over quick.

I dislike bugs. Thats it. I just dont like then they're so creepy and weird they basically just freak me out. Never get me near bugs, please.

NSFW under here

Im into breeding and a bit of rope play, i also have kinda a size kink (probably because i used to be a furry) but other then that im pretty vanilla.

Your matchup is... Stanley Pan!

NSFW below

In General

this sounds so fucking cliché given our RP but it's fucking Stanley. Like, I was reading this further and further and couldn't deny that this is literally his territory. i can't - I can't fight this? This is him. Literally him. I'm- aseflashdkfasel

Things He Likes About You

Physically speaking, this man loves everything about you, especially your short hair. I think he likes short - medium length hair the most tbh. Brown eyes supremacy and Stan subscribes to that belief too. Your body is a 10/10 for him. Also you're a virgo, so I'm biased towards you and Stan is too. He LOVES that you're into zoology. Stan is also into marine bio i mean - look what this man does for a living. All of your hobbies line up with him except for roller skating?? Like, ice skating he rationalizes by saying "oh lol frozen water" but he's awful at roller skating. He thinks vulture culture is super cool and loves learning about things from you. He just likes hearing you talk. Your sense of fashion is really cool to him considering he dresses like a normal ranch hand or some fishing guy on his off days. Your personality meshes pretty well with him. Stan befriends literally everyone. He's so laidback like, he's gonna come talk to you first.

You Two as a Couple & NSFW

Stan likes reading on the porch in the summer nights. He will spend a lot of time with you not doing anything but your own thing? He kinda likes being in your presence. Will go ice skating with you and he's actually good at it. Teach in Dungeons and Dragons, this man has a huge imagination like please. He can tell you about American, Chinese and German urban legends and mythology as an amalgam of stuff from his childhood. It's an exchange. He will find you cool bones and stuff and give them to you. Will buy you stickers he thinks you might like, he's literally such a romantic and an overall Southern Gentleman. Stan would absolutely give you some of his clothes, like, it's super cute. He loves seeing you wear his clothes tbh. He likes that you're friendly and I feel like the two of you would always be laughing. He's super easy to open up with. Stan is like a capybara - everyone gets along with him for a reason. He's a chill guy, we know that. Bit of a flirt in a cute way. Never obnoxious. The two of you have such a sweet type of love tbh. He will handle the bugs, he likes bugs don't worry. Might tell you facts about them.

Stan has a breeding kink. The man wants a family. That's going to play into sex lmfao. He's like, not the tallest guy?? But he's also like 5'10 so that's still - hey. Stan is weirdly good at knots - it's working at his father's bait and tackle shop - so ofc he will tie you up good. Likes to hold your wrists with his hands too. Stan is surprisingly a dom when it comes to this kind of stuff and he's going to use his voice to his advantage. Mentioning how he's going to fill you, wants to see you with his children, literally fucks you into next Tuesday. Stan doesn't have too many kinks himself?? I mean, maybe he's a bit of a voyeur so he likes watchixng you get off, but he's generally not a kinky guy/just goes with what his partner wants because seeing them in lost in pleasure makes him happy. He's a pleaser, but also likes bossing people around sometimes in a sickly sweet condescending way. Generally, though, Stan is pretty sweet and giving in bed. OH ALSO, he's going to pay good attention to your thighs-

Closing Thoughts/Other Things

I read this like 4 times and kept coming back to Stan. let me know what you think-

[chibicalzones]

skz x karasuno

part 1 of kpop groups x haikyuu!!

[a/n Yes you may have seen this before, but this is our version >:) ] 

Man this is a short group of volleyball players 

A GROUP FULL OF HINATA AND NOYAS - lissa 

I cant even call them short when changbin is an inch taller than me- chloe 

bang chan - daichi

a dad™

both of them share a lot in common tbh

both are compassionate leaders 

they care a lot for their peers, hardworking, selfless

very soft and generally fun people to be around

also inviting and social people as well

as much as they are fun, they also know when it's time to be serious

whether you know them or not, you will always highly respect them regardless

also, i feel like bang chan would be really good as a receiver

strong, trust, responsible receiver who’s got your back 

always count on the two of them to be there for you

bonus: their muscles-

changbin - tanaka 

wants to fite everybody, will fite everybody 

the fricken difference in personalities for this boy, good lord

don't ever underestimate changbin’s height 

comes off very scary once you first meet them

once fired up, the both of them are energetic and unstoppable

boys that never give up and always support you wherever

changbin would be a good wing spiker in all honesty

you see those muscles -  perfect for spiking the ball

packed with power and an urge to win

freaking blows everyone away

a literal monster on the stage/court

but once they’re off that? 

big softies

CUDDLES EVERYWHERE 

literally if you see changbin in private, you would think he’s the youngest because of how soft and uwu he is 

tanaka and changbin are both mentally strong

he shuts up all the people who doubt him and talk shit about him in an instant

cause when he’s up on the stage, he blows them away B) 

they may look like just your average guy, but you can bet that they gives it their all and be someone you can count on

minho - tsukishima

pls minho as tsukki; name a better match-

both are fricken savages 

don't mess with either of them unless you don't want to live another day

vvvv intimidating when you first see them

seems like they don’t care most of the time with their stoic rbf faces

but in reality, both really do love what they do (and their friends) and try their best 

tsunderes ngl

both vital and essential parts of their groups

one of the most level-headed people of the group

yet probably one of the most easiest people to annoy lmao

you’d think for someone who always has something teasing to say, they’d be hard to fluster 

not for these boys 

mostly the fluster comes from the surprise of their roast being roasted  

bonus: both attract cats to them (minho attracts soonie, doonie, dori,, while tsukki attracts kuroo) 

meow meow

hyunjin - oikawa 

yeah he isn't karasuno shush 

there’s only 1 drama queen in haikyuu 

and that title goes to seijoh’s captain and all around milk bread enthusiast, shittykawa

absolute visuals like goddamn-

also extremely popular with the people (have you SEEN how popular they are)

you don't stan them? that's okay because we all know you will eventually

there’s a point in all of our lives we go “shit i LOVE THEM” 

tried and true - take it from a former oikawa anti

like their looks may deceive you to think that they’re a delicate flower 

but goddamn, do they prove you wrong 

these two have worked themselves hard to get where they are now, despite people telling that they have it easy because of their looks and talent 

aces of their teams

okay and i see them playfully annoying their friends

“iwa-chaaaan~~”

*flashback to when hyunjin spilled coffee on his clothes* nOoOOooO

jisung - nishinoya

they’re both crazy crazy sexy cool 

hinata may be hyper, but these two will literally want to make you cry from

both very lively and energetic and just so fricken friendly

draws a lot of people/attention towards them cause of their personality uwu

a lot of people overlook them because on the outside, they just see a goofy airhead and not someone who should be taken seriously 

THAT”S WHERE THEY’RE WRONG 

YOU SHOULD TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY 

DONT BE FOOLED BY THEIR JOKES AND CUTE LOOKS 

they wow everyone with their talent because they’re just that amazing 

guardians of their teams, no joke

always got your back no matter what

also both hate school-

all in all, best bois  

felix - hinata (aka thE SUN)

both are literal suns, fight me on this i DARE YOU

literally such hard-working people

both working from the bottom and striving to improve

no matter what, they stay positive active balls of energy 

a smile from both of them can instantly brighten up your day

how could you hate them?

angels in disguise i say

easily befriends people and a lot of people are amazed by them

ex: when idols hear felix’s voice and dance & when people see hinata perform on court

“cookin like a chef, im a five star michelin” (that day was a day to go down in the books-)

“tF WAS THAT JUMP AOVDBUV THE QUICK HOLY SHIT”

if skz had their own anime, no doubt felix would be the main character

felix is just main character material, just like hinata

bonus: when felix had orange hair- spot the difference, i bet you can’t

seungmin - sugawara 

look, they may look like an angel, but they are a literal devil in disguise 

they’re both very caring and friendly, just very kindhearted 

very affectionate to the people they love

pls and they are so adorable when happy 

a reliable and trustworthy friend who you can always go to

but under that nice/kind boy next door, there’s a cheeky mischievous side

literally will roast you with a smile on their face and anime flowers blooming behind him

you can’t get mad at them when they’re like that ;-; 

would pay for them to do that to me no joke-

everybody gangsta till seungmin and sugawara find out you hurt a friend 

pls i can assure you that you won’t even be able to looks their friends in the eye anymore 

you will be teased/roasted brutally out of existence  

bottom line: fluffy adorable boys but don’t ever mess with them or make them angry unless crying is your new favorite pastime  

jeongin - yamaguchi

SWEET SPRING/SUMMER CHILD 

babies of the group

young and taller than most in the group

always improving and learning from their elders

overlooked and underdogs unfortunately

but once they improve and get their well deserved spotlight

“oh honey you got a big storm coming-”

doted on and supported by their older members/teammates so much

even though they stumble and make mistakes, they pick themselves back up to try try try again 

again duality problems smh 

goes from cutie patootie to fricken badass in the span of 2 minutes

if one of their friends even THINKS of speaking bad about themselves 

these two will smack that friend full on with praise, love, and compliments 

pls treasure these boys and give them all your love

you won’t regret it

jeongin/yamaguchi supremacy im calling it- 

[sssn-neptune-vasilias]

RWBY vs Comic

Alright, I said I was gonna do this back when the comic first started getting published but I got so frustrated reading it that I couldn’t actually keep up with it enough go through with it. I think I stopped around issue 4 because that was when I just got angry and threw my comic back into the plastic. I figure now’s as good a time as any since I’m actually rereading it now. My whole issue with the RWBY DC comics is that they’re super canon divergent but somehow still canon material. It’s so frustrating that this is the case because we’re supposed to take into account things that happen in the comic as gospel- things like Adam revealing he’d always been genocidal, Bumbleby’s bottlecap, Weiss’ zoo animal arc, etc, but a lot of these different story arcs don’t make sense in our current canon. So I’m gonna talk about them because why not.

 Issue #1:

The first issue actually isn’t that bad- mostly because it’s just an intro to the series- but there are still some huge inconsistencies between the comic and official canon.

These two panels are a fucking mess.

1) Ruby was passed out when she was delivered to Patch by Qrow. She’d just used her Silver Eyed Warrior powers for the first time, hurt Cinder, frozen the dragon, and passed out. We were literally forced to listen as Qrow carried Ruby out of the rubble and back home, because she was unconscious. But the comic has her just arriving back home all on her own. “I came back to my dad’s house.” No you didn’t, you literally woke up in your bed after what must’ve been days of being unconscious.

2) We know Blake didn’t get to Menagerie on a little wooden boat. We all watched the episode. It was a decent sized ship with multiple crew members, dozens of passengers, and literal armaments designed to destroy Grimm. Sun can’t hide in a robe for 3+ days on this boat. This boat wouldn’t have survived a Grimm attack in the first place. Idk why they decided to draw this boat instead of just drawing the Pride the way it was designed in the first place, but whatever I guess.

RNJR didn’t tell Taiyang they were leaving. Ruby and her team just left. There was a whole scene dedicated to showing the shock and horror on Tai’s face as he saw Ruby’s letter and ran out of the house hoping to catch up to his daughter before she left. Also not as important but still relevant, RNJR left during winter. There was snow on the ground. I don’t see no snow in this panel- that tree looks real green. That last issue is mostly a nitpick- who cares what season they left in tbh. But the fact that they just wrote this panel into the comic despite the fact canon shows Taiyang had no idea of Ruby’s departure- and the fact that Ruby’s departure is actually really important to a bunch of later scenes in this show is really fucking weird.

Issue #2:

I know we know next to nothing about Raven Branwen, but holy fucking shit do I wanna believe this is ridiculously out of character for her. You’re telling me that Raven actually did come visit Yang and Tai and Ruby, but the one time she ever made her presence known to any of them was to berate and terrify Ruby the one time she’d learned anything about Summer?! Like BRO. This is so fucked up! This is too fucked up! This is straight early 90′s level villainy right here. What was even the point behind this?! This scene tells us that she felt so negatively about Summer Rose that she was willing to break her silent cover just to disillusion Ruby for no other reason than to tell her she was weak. Which makes no fucking sense because when we finally meet her during season 5 Raven has nothing bad to say about Summer at all! What did Qrow say to her after they spoke? “Hey sis why the fuck are you flying around your ex’s home scaring his daughter who just lost her mother? You realize you’re talking shit about the woman who raised your child too right?” Like, this is so wildly terrible, that if we’re meant to take this into account, I don’t see how anyone who reads these comics could say anything positive about Raven ever again. This is strike one, two and three for her entire characterization.

Issue #4:

I’ve said it already but fuck this boat.

Not so much an issue with the comic as it is with RoosterTeeth’s sometimes sloppy storytelling, but we really need an exact age on Adam. Is this man a pedophile? We know Blake is about twelve here, meanwhile- besides looking maybe a little scrawnier- Adam looks the same as he did during the show. How old is this kid right here? Fifteen? Seventeen? Was he 20 during the events of volume 1? Was he 25? I really dislike this specific problem RT has created because at no point during canon were we led to believe that Adam was significantly older than Blake or our other characters, but here in the comic we’re getting huge pedo vibes. Idk if this was RoosterTeeth retroactively trying to throw Adam’s character even further into question but... Idk man, RT y’all need to hurry up and carbon date this kid because I’m really not liking this.

I’m not gonna harp on the whole “Adam as a revolutionary vs Adam as a genocidal maniac” issue again. Most of y’all already know where I stand on this and have either made up your minds that either, yes, Adam’s sudden change towards being genocidal after being forcibly conscripted by Cinder doesn’t make much sense, or, no, Adam’s behavior is entirely in line with what little we’d seen of him up to that point in the story. I’m not trying to change anyone’s opinions on this issue, I’ve got about a dozen other posts for that. My issue with these panels specifically is that this is the moment Blake discovers Adam is genocidal. This is the moment Blake realizes that Adam never wanted peace, never wanted coexistence, never wanted what the White Fang actually wanted in the first place. He wanted Faunus supremacy- a goal entirely removed from the White Fang’s goal of equality between Faunus and humans. This is the moment Blake realizes that his ideology is so far from what it is she herself wants. If this is correct, why does Blake never mention this AT ALL when she’s talking about Adam. When the conversation comes up during season 3, she specifically states that Adam’s change was gradual. Not that he’d been hiding who he really was from her but that he’d become a completely different person from the man she’d originally known. I recognize that a lot of people say that this could be explained away as evidence of Blake’s abuse- oftentimes abusers don’t even realize just how monstrous their abusers are, even after they’ve escaped from said abuse. But this is just such a monumentally larger issue than manipulation and abuse. Adam is outright saying that he wants genocide! He’s not trying to hide it, he’s not trying to lie, he’s not trying to manipulate her! He’s telling her explicitly that he wishes he could kill as many humans as possible. But during the Black Trailer she’s still asking Adam about the crew members as if they hadn’t had this conversation hours ago! During season 2 she’s drawing him in her notebook as if she misses him! During season 3 she’s explaining that he’s simply misguided! This is apologia of the umpteenth level that is absolutely inexcusable. If I’m honestly supposed to be made to believe that Blake knew Adam was genocidal from before the events of the Black trailer and season 1 but still had feelings for him... I’m sorry but I’ve lost any and all respect for her entire character. You can’t have feelings for someone who’s genocidal- who you know is genocidal- and expect sympathy. No amount of abuse would forgive someone for having feelings for Hitler.

I recognize the comics aren’t supposed to be a shot for shot recreation of the show, but what the fuck is this panel? The frame of Adam dismembering Yang was such a good, amazing, impactful frame. The black and red framing, the yellow of Yang’s hair and weapons, the red of Adam’s sword. Why would you not even try to recreate that?

Leaving nitpicks for the end, really wish they hadn’t used “sunflower” here. That’s Yang/Ren. But again, the comic is made by people who aren’t in the fndm and don’t interact with the RWBY community at large in the first place, so of course they wouldn’t know.

Issue #5:

Why does Blake seem so ooc here. Like, the fact that she’s trying to make Weiss feel guilty for “cheating” in a “win by any means necessary” free for all match is really??? Weird??? When we know Blake isn’t above using underhanded tricks herself considering what she did to Reese during the tournament and her Semblance in general??? But whatever, that’s mostly a nitpick as well.

Issue #7:

My issue with this story is that it ends with Yang like, wistfully thinking of spending more time with Blake. But this is before she even put the prosthetic on. This is before she even got to talk with Weiss after meeting up with Raven. This is so early on in her healing process that I find it extremely difficult to believe that Yang is fondly remembering any time she spent with Blake. When Ruby talks to her during 3.12, she was angry that Blake had left her! Abandoned her! And then in the conversation she has with Weiss that happens after this event in the comic she’s still frustrated with Blake for leaving. So like... did she suddenly forgive Blake just a few weeks into her recovery and then relapse back into feeling like she’d abandoned her? Wtf is this?

Issue #9:

I know she’s obviously supposed to be drunk here, and we barely got to know her during the short scenes she had, but like... she never struck me as this kind of person. To literally forget how old her daughter is? Like...???? The same woman who was so perceptive she was able to recognize that Whitley was acting out because he’d felt lonely and abandoned by his sisters? Doesn’t know how old one of her children is? This is silly.

This isn’t the same woman we met during season 7. This isn’t the same quick witted woman who immediately directed Weiss to the cameras she’d hidden around the house when it was time to spring the trap on Jacques. This isn’t the same woman who was so honest when she admitted to her own faults just a few short months after this scene supposedly took place. You could argue that the events of this comic are what led Willow to become the person we meet later on, but like... That’s an absolutely ridiculous amount of offscreen growth you’re expecting me to just assume has happened. These aren’t the same people. This is ridiculous.

Issue #12:

This seems so ooc for Sun. Why is he literally begging her to run away and not face a problem when his entire relationship with Blake up to and past this point is him teaching Blake to love herself enough to face her problems head-on in the first place? This is so weird and gross imo because it just feels like they’re warping Sun’s character to make it look like Yang is the only good influence in her life when that’s simply not the case. Every conversation Sun has with Blake from season 1 to season 6 is him telling her that she deserves happiness, love, and to forgive herself. There are multiple songs about this aspect of their relationship! Sun has helped Blake grow just as much as Yang has. Why is Sun taking this approach to manipulate Blake into staying silent about something that’s bothering her? On top of that, Sun’s never been the brightest banana of the bunch anyway, why the FUCK is he smart enough here to recognize that if Blake tells the truth and makes those people feel bad, that they’d draw more Grimm? He’s never been this intuitive before. It really feels like they made him smarter than he normally is just to make him scummier than he’s ever been so that we could feel that Blake’s relationship with Sun is less than her relationship with Yang. Awful writing and characterization from the RWBY DC team here

Issue #13:

This is so wrong and despicable and manipulative and terrible. Again, this isn’t the same woman we met in the show. 

Willow never made excuses for herself or her actions like this. Not once during the entire time she was on screen did she do anything like this. She knew she wasn’t a great mother and she took full responsibility for her actions- and inaction- I don’t know WHY she’s trying to excuse herself here. This is more Cruella De Ville than it is Willow Schnee.

I’m not gonna explain how lumping this “prized menagerie” story with “Faunus slave labor” story together is godawful but just recognize that it’s Black History Month and this plot point they decided to write in is not MLK approved.

Anyway, that’s the whole RWBY DC run. All in all it wasn’t the worst adaptation of an established series, but goddamn. I’d rank this up there with Eragon or Percy Jackson or the end of the Soul Eater anime or something. This is such a slap in the face by people who obviously only ever skimmed through the show for the explicit purpose of writing this series that I’ve read fancomics and fanfiction that handle canon better than this. It’s really frustrating too because this comic run is like, beloved by certain people in the fndm who are only in this for the ships, and people who refuse to see anything wrong with this series ever. The healthy servings of Bumbleby and crumbs of Monochrome and White Rose are apparently enough to make people go “fuck all the inconsistencies, this comic is great.” Cannot express how much these people make me wanna slam my head into a wall. 

I did this just to highlight all the issues I have with the run, but I’m sure other people have other issues with this comic than I do. Have fun in the comments I guess.

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

hey! could i order a cake 🍰 (male hq matchup) i go by rita, i’m an intj-t, 6w5, & a slytherin. libra sun, aquarius moon, & leo rising. i kin tsukishima & kageyama.

i’m v polite and reserved when you first meet me. i’m pretty introverted and i have anxiety. it takes me while to open up since i don’t trust ppl easily. i do tend to get annoyed and angry by others easily,, i’m a bit of a hot head. i’m pretty chill and like joking around once i open up,, i can also be kinda dumb. i’m a bit of a loner and i don’t have many friends. i’m actually a bit of an emotional person but only when it comes to shows, movies, books, etc,, i tend to keep my emotions bottled up but sometimes i can’t. i’m self conscious and self critical. i care a lot about having perfect grades and getting into a good university but i’m so lazy (lots of breaks & procrastination) at the same time,, i end up getting everything done on time though rip. i’m impatient when it comes to my own things so i like doing things my way bc i feel more comfortable that way. i also like keeping things neat.

my hobbies include writing, playing the sims, baking, watching anime, reading fics on here, & playing games like uno or guess who. i also like chilling with my close family & pets,,, sometimes i watch reality tv for entertainment lol. my interests include true crime, psychology, & history. one of my favorite shows is daria. i don’t really have any specific type of music that i like,, i just like whatever sounds nice to me. i have so many dislikes but i feel like one of the main ones are ignorant people & ppl who complain and make everything about their self. i’d really like a partner who is loyal and open-minded and who aren’t full of themselves (& willing to deal with me rip). my love language is gift giving and quality time (both ways).

i’m 5’6 w/ a pear shaped body. i have a round/oval face and i wear glasses. i have thick brows, dark brown eyes, & my hair is dark brown with some purple in it,, it’s short (but i’m growing it out into a shag) & i have bangs too. i’m mexican so i get tan when i go out during the summer but i’m currently v pale. i wear a lot of black clothes & high waisted pants. i’d describe my style as dark academia mixed with 70s & 80s. i always want to look presentable in public but i tend to just wear comfy clothes at home.

mmm that’s about it! ty for doing my request <3

🍰 for @iidastiddies

Romantic Matchup

Akaashi Keiji

How yall met

Ok so this is kinda embarrassing

He met you when he caught you crying

Behind the school

Over a failed test

Definitely not something i've done before

So naturally he went up to you to see if you were good

Which you weren't but this stanger didn't need to know that

He convinced you that one failed test wasn't the end of the world

And lucky you!

You could actually retake this test

He even offered to help you study

You accepted the offer because you honestly needed the help

And hey ho what do you know

Akaashis actually a pretty good teacher

All of the sudden you knew this material like the back of your hand

You retook that test

And you passed!

Suck it teacher who taught this subject

You asked akaashi what you could do to ever repay him

He said a date sounded like good payment

What they love about you

He loves how much you care about your academics

But it gets a little tricky…

Cause yes he's glad you care about your grades

But he doesn't want you to beat yourself up if you got a b on a assignment

Me honestly

But luckily this man's deals with bokuto and a day to day basis

So he knows how to handle these situations

He actually likes that your a loner

But not in like a possessive kinda way

But more of in a yay i've found another loner kinda way

He loves almost all of your hobbies

Because they're also his hobbies

So now he has someone to do his hobbies with

Favorite things to do together

Ok but mans loves a good card game

So he really likes playing card games with you

However his favorite is phase 10

He loves loves loves to just watch reality tv with you and make snarky remarks on whatever's going on in the show

He also likes to read a book while you read your fics

Random hc

His favorite tv show is keeping up with the kardashians

Specifically for that unrealistic drama yk

His favorite game is phase 10

He says its because its a game that relies on strategy and dumb luck

Rather than just one or the other

You guys watch a lot of medical shows

Greys anatomy,the good doctor. You name it

His favorite is House M.D

He says he sees himself in house

Astrology

Libra + Sagittarius

The relationship of Libra and Sagittarius is in most cases a beneficent bond that allows these partners to develop their emotional, inner worlds and build their lives without negative influences.

However, there is an archetypal battle between them, for Saturn exalts in Libra and doesn’t really care for his son, Jupiter, the ruler of Sagittarius.

This could easily lead to a struggle for supremacy and a battle to reach the ruling position among them.

This comes as a continuation of Libra’s bruised Sun and a Sagittarius will fit in perfectly with the need to give away every sense of pride out of some childish convictions.

The only way for them to be happy together, is to respect each other fully and let each other do what they are meant to do.

Libra should stick to their relationship and love, ruled by Venus, while Sagittarius should stick to their convictions and width, ruled by Jupiter, multiplying the love Libra provides.

Overall Aesthetic

Dark Academia

Songs-

My blood- Ellie Goulding

Young and beautiful - Lana Del Ray

The love club- Lorde

Hostage- Billie Eilish

[chrysalispen]

i: absolution

i hope none of you thought i was starting with the cart scene ;;

AO3 link HERE, fic chapter below the cut.

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The anguish of the earth absolves our eyes

Till beauty shines in all that we can see.

War is our scourge; yet war has made us wise,

And, fighting for our freedom, we are free.

---Siegfried Sassoon, 1886-1967

-----o-----

Old Gridania, 14th Sun, Fourth Astral Moon, Year 5 of the Seventh Umbral Era

It was a hot midsummer morning and the forest belonged to the cicadas. The dry and hollow whickering buzzed between the leaves, cutting through the oppressive wet weight of the air as if to assert the insects’ supremacy. From her perch upon the rough-hewn bench near the entrance to the Archers’ Guild, Aurelia Laskaris found that even remaining perfectly still was no respite. Not from the heat nor the weather, and certainly not the clouds of midges that seemed to swarm over everything and everyone. More than once, she had watched an Adder or a Wailer stroll past their cramped bench in the hastily repurposed waiting area while muttering curses and swatting at the clouds of insects so thick the air looked gray in places.

With a heavy and somewhat disconsolate sigh, she turned her attention back to the threadbare rug that lay upon the wooden planks a scant few ilms below her sandaled feet. Across the room, near the lectern by the door, she espied a strangely shaped brownish stain of unknowable origin- something that had at some point sunk deep into the fibers. The longer she sat with naught else to occupy her, the more it usurped her attention, until all she could do was stare at it and nibble on the end of the forelock she had twisted around her index finger.

“Are you really that nervous?” her minder’s voice murmured at her shoulder.

Keveh’to looked as bored and miserable as she felt. Dressed in his bright yellow Grand Company overcoat and matching uniform, the man who had been her minder and friend for nigh on five summers now watched her with a knowing light in his grey eyes. Like her, his face was dewy with a thin sheen of sweat, and his ears flickered every time one of the insects attempted to make a landing upon them.

“I’m only about to discover whether or not the Hearers deem me sufficiently reformed.” Aurelia’s gaze lingered upon the outline of that stain. Her brow itched with collected sweat, most maddeningly so about her third eye, but she didn’t dare lift the kerchief she wore. Not even to scratch. “My former enemies hold my very life in their hands. Naught about that could be nerve-wracking, surely.”

Was it blood? Wine? The Garlean couldn’t take her eyes off it. It was inexplicably vexing.

“You aren’t too nervous to be cheeky,” he said dryly, blocking the elbow she sent his way with a nimble swat of his palm. “Watch it! This coat is new.”

“What? One little jab to the ribs isn’t going to muss your uniform, Sergeant-”

“Lieutenant.”

“Right, Lieutenant Epocan now. My mistake.” He scoffed, but her attention was already back upon the stained rug. “...What if they change their minds?”

“About what?”

“You’ve got a perfectly good set of working ears, Keveh’to. Sentiment is turning strongly against-” The soft fall of golden waves upon her shoulders shifted side to side with the swivel of her chin as she tilted it towards one of the nearby guardsmen. “...against people like me.”

“I don’t take your meaning.”

“The hells you don’t.” Her voice dropped to a murmur, though her words were no less vehement for her discretion. “I’m sorry to sound so cross, but you know very well why I worry. What should become of me should they decide to send me packing back to the gaol?”

“They won’t,” he said, but she thought she detected enough uncertainty in the man’s voice that the butterflies in the pit of her belly began to flutter once more. “...Well, they’d be fools if they did.”

“That isn’t a comfort, you know.”

“And if you're that worried about appearances," he reached for the hand that hovered at her chin and tapped the back of her wrist, "walking into an arbitration chamber with a mouthful of your own hair isn't exactly what I would call a solid first impression.”

Scowling at the rebuke, she let out a soft and petulant huff but tugged the end of her forelock out from between her lips and settled her fidgeting hands back into her lap.

She wasn’t convinced, of course. Judges were as fallible as any other soul upon the star in her experience, and no less swayed by popular sentiment or personal grudge- although, she conceded in silence, it wasn’t as if she could control the outcome.

Logic wasn’t enough to assuage her concerns. Four years ago, when she had helped to save a small outlying settlement and dismantle an imperial cohort that had threatened it- that should have been the end of them. In truth, she and Keveh’to had both been lauded as heroes at the time. But four summers was more than enough time to forget, reports or not, and from the rumors Keveh’to had heard, the XIVth Imperial Legion looked to be steadily applying pressure against the still-fragile and rebuilding city-state.

It wasn’t just that. She’d overheard anxious whispers of her own in Hyrstmill. An ominous gloom settling back into Larkscall, the eastern edge of the Shroud that bordered Ala Mhigo. Machina and steel-clad imperial patrols spotted in an ailing and slow to recover Twelveswood. Wailers and adventurers alike, gone missing.

She cast another sidewise glance at the man by the door, but other than a vaguely disinterested nod in her direction he made no comment or gesture.

Hells, this interminable waiting. I’m going to go mad if I have to sit here for another-

“Conjurer Aurelia Laskaris and Lieutenant Keveh’to Epocan,” the bland voice from the desk startled her enough that she felt an unpleasant twist in her stomach. She sat suddenly ramrod straight, eyes wide. “The adjudicators will see you now.”

“It’s about bleeding time,” the Miqo’te muttered, tail smacking against the flat of the bench. He gave his charge a curious glance. “Are you alright?”

“Just a touch of nerves.” Posture ramrod straight, expression displaying a calm she most certainly did not feel, she set her pattened feet upon the rug and stood. “Do I look presentable?”

“...You look soaked in sweat and uncomfortable.”

“Reassuring,” Aurelia said testily, “thank you.”

Keveh’to shrugged. “Just like everyone else here.” He swept one arm towards the closed door, a grandiose gesture that fell somewhat flat. “Ladies first.”

For a moment she felt as unsteady on her feet as she had been that fateful day five years past, bedraggled and dirty and ill, limping alone into a rain-dampened keep for a tribunal to decide what should become of her. She exhaled, quickly wiping her sweaty palms against the hempen weave, and righted her posture once more. Keveh’to was correct, of course; surely this was naught save a formality. They’d either extend her sentence on the work program or they would shorten the leash, and she had only to find out which they had chosen.

And at least this time she wouldn’t be alone.

Squaring her shoulders, she made her way through the door and past the open training area, up a brief staircase, and into the short hallway. The two masked men bracing the door stared at the approaching duo, their lips set in a bland and unreadable line. Other than a curt nod in the Keeper’s direction, the guards seemed to pay neither of them any particular mind. Keveh’to paused, shrugged, then lifted a fist to rap on the oak panels.

“Enter,” called a mild baritone voice.

The heavy doors swung open with a ponderous creak upon brass hinges, and the Keeper and his imperial charge crossed the threshold into a room that to Aurelia’s critical eye was clearly a repurposed private office. Three people sat at a long desk: one Hyuran woman in the ash half-mask of a Wood Wailer, two men, one of whom she recognized. His gaze caught hers, and he acknowledged her with a polite inclination of his angular chin.

“Mistress Laskaris,” Vorsaile Heuloix said, and if the man’s voice was not precisely warm, it lacked the painstaking effort at civility she remembered from her first journey to Gridania five years ago.

Aurelia allowed herself a small smile. “Commander Heuloix.”

“It has been some time. I trust you are well.”

Somewhere behind her she heard the door click shut. “As well as one might expect.”

“Excellent.” His lips quirked, and with that twitch of his mouth his sharp features softened somewhat. “Let it be known that the Grand Company appreciates your timely response to this summons. I surmise we also have the Lieutenant to thank for that.”

“She was in Hyrstmill on behalf of the Conjurers’ Guild,” Keveh’to spoke up at her side, smiling wryly, “so it took a fair bit of time, but yes.”

“Well, we’re all present now.” Vorsaile gestured to the two masked strangers. "Swethyna Brookstone and Lewin Hunte. The commanders of the Wood Wailers and the Gods’ Quiver, two divisions of Gridania’s defense force, whom I have asked to be present today.”

Aurelia nodded to each in their turn, but her brow remained furrowed. “If I might beg your pardon, Commander, I admit to some curiosity as to why there is not a representative of the Council of Hearers present. Will they not also be needed to preside over this hearing? I was given to understand that theirs is the final say.”

Behind the table, the three exchanged meaningful glances. Vorsaile shook his head.

“I’m afraid that either you or Lieutenant Epocan have misunderstood,” he said. “This is not a hearing. The Council and the Elder Seedseer have already made a decision regarding your case- or rather, the Elder Seedseer has exercised her authority to do so.”

Her heart took a sudden and sickening drop into her stomach. Keveh’to seemed to sense her distress; his hand pressed into the center of her spine, whether to keep her upright or keep her from bolting out of the room it was unclear. She found herself feeling suddenly quite appreciative of his presence in either case.

“Well,” she swallowed with difficulty past the tight sensation in her throat, “one hopes that you would not keep a lady in suspense. Go on.”

The commander of the Yellow Serpents did not frown or glare or smile, only inclined his chin gravely. “I quite agree,” he said. “Swethyna, may I have the papers, please?”

Papers?

Lips still set in that neutral line, the masked woman flipped through a sheaf of documents on the table’s varnished surface until she found what she sought, plucked them from the stack, and passed them to the Elezen. He reached for the inkpot at his left elbow with one hand, collected the papers with the other, and placed them on the far side facing Aurelia and her minder.

“Mistress Laskaris,” Vorsaile Heuloix said, “after careful review of the particulars - including your actions while a novice of the Conjurers’ Guild assigned to the village of Willowsbend - it is the consensus that you have proven yourself a friend and ally to the people of the Twelveswood. Furthermore, you have comported yourself in a manner befitting the realm’s most stalwart defenders. It is remarkable enough to witness such conduct from any one individual, let alone a woman who once served under the White Raven's banner. You have the thanks of the Grand Company and the Council of Hearers alike, and of course Kan-E-Senna herself.”

“I… thank you.” It felt utterly inadequate but it was all the response she could manage, unsure as she was what this speech presaged. “I did only what anyone else would have done.”

“I beg to differ- but that is beside the point.” Vorsaile cleared his throat and reached for a small box that sat on the lip of the table. “The Elder Seedseer wished to offer you a place in the ranks of her honor guard, but the Council of Hearers made it clear they would not countenance your appointment to such a sensitive position.”

That did not surprise her. Gridanians were a hidebound people, more so even than her own countrymen, and she had seen over the years how people like Keveh’to were shoved to the fringes of their society. If they wouldn’t trust a Keeper of the Moon even when he wore the colors of their Grand Company, she knew there was precious little chance they would extend that trust to her.

“However,” he continued, “there are conditions to which they have agreed- which brings us to the reason for your summons today. In light of your valorous and compassionate actions in defense of the realm and its people, the Eorzean Alliance and its Grand Companies have decided to grant you a full pardon, and consider your time served.”

Aurelia faltered, staring at the assembled commanders in open astonishment. She was… she wasn’t going to a gaol? Or being reassigned?

“As such,” the small wooden box opened with a click; within it lay a small, plain brass signet ring engraved with a pair of serpents twined about a staff, “it is hereby decreed that you are to be created a citizen of the city-state of Gridania, with all rights and privileges included therein.”

She couldn’t speak. Her eyes stung. It’s sweat, she told herself. Bloody stifling in here.

“Aurelia,” Keveh’to had drawn alongside her while she stood frozen in place. The Keeper’s tail wrapped carefully around her leg, twitching with a slow and soothing rhythm against her knee. “You’re looking unwell. Are you all right?”

“I’m… no. No, I’m- I’m fine. Better than fine, in fact.” Her lips twitched in a semblance of a smile. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to seem ungrateful; it’s simply that this wasn’t what I had expected to hear today. It’s a bit of a shock, I suppose.”

“A good shock, one would hope.”

The commander of the Grand Company interrupted their hushed conversation with a soft hum to clear his throat, then gestured to the inkpot with polite emphasis. “For our city’s records,” Vorsaile said, “we must ask that you append your signature to your citizenship papers. If you would, please…”

“Oh,” she said. “Yes, of course.”

She took the quill in hand, musing as she skimmed the text, the tip hovering at the edge of the inkpot. Five years ago she had been in just such a position- only then it was to formally cast aside her title, defecting from the Garlean Empire under terms of unconditional surrender as a prisoner of the Eorzean Alliance. She would never again be Aurelia jen Laskaris, VIIth Imperial Legion medicus. The vagaries of time and circumstance had forever placed her past beyond any tangible reach.

She was Aurelia Laskaris now, initiate of the Conjurers' Guild and - as of today - a citizen of Gridania. An Eorzean.

Forcing herself back to some semblance of composure, she bent over the documents. The quill scratch and the crispness of turning pages were the only sounds in the room other than the ticking of the wall chronometer. Her vision was so blurred she could barely see the writing on the paper, the loops and arcane curves of her own Eorzean script, but in moments it was done and she was setting the quill neatly back in its pot.

Vorsaile scattered salt across the wet ink, tapped them onto a small groove in his desk, then folded the paper and pressed a nub of half-melted wax against the seam. All of this, followed with the press of a heavy-looking brass seal, and the deed was done.

Aurelia was free.

“Thank you, Mistress Laskaris. That will be all.” Vorsaile held out the ring box. Aurelia took it and stared at its contents for a long moment, feeling strangely numb. “If you have any questions…”

“I have one,” Keveh’to said wryly. “What’s with the ring?”

“Hm? Ah… well. That signet ring is one normally granted to Serpentbearers upon their initiation into the guard - a small act of defiance on the Elder Seedseer's part, one suspects. In any case, it is a tangible reminder that your service has been recognized.”

She traced the engraving on the ring’s surface with one fingertip. Its brass curve gleamed in the late morning sunlight slanting through the nearby window.

“She asked me to inform you that this bauble is not entirely ceremonial. There is a small enchantment upon it which enhances the wearer’s focus in combat- should such a boon be needful.” Vorsaile paused for a beat; at that moment, his polite smile became something closer to a sly grin. “...That said, this is not to be considered tacit permission for you to go about picking fights with imperial soldiers. Even if you do catch them starting forest fires.”

“I shall endeavor to be on my very best behavior, Commander Heuloix. You have my word,” a small laugh escaped her lips. The sound of it brought back a semblance of equilibrium; she felt her nerves begin to calm. “Please give the Elder Seedseer my regards. I owe her a great deal.”

“She would no doubt return the sentiment.” Vorsaile reached forth a hand. “Allow me to offer my congratulations, Mistress Laskaris.”

She took it in bemused silence, unaware of Keveh’to’s eyes upon her.

~*~

“You don’t seem well pleased,” he said. It was the first either of them had spoken on the short walk back to the Canopy. Aurelia kept fidgeting with the writ she had signed, opening the broken wax seal on the parchment and reading its contents with a deep frown knitting her brow, as if she still couldn’t quite believe what had transpired.

“I am,” she insisted, somewhat weakly. “Very much so.”

“Most people in your position would be overjoyed. A full pardon- and citizenship? There are people who have been here twice as long that haven’t enjoyed such favor.”

“Some would think it ill-deserved.”

“Does it matter what other people think?”

“It might, if they feel preferential treatment is being shown to an imperial-”

“Former imperial.”

“It all seems rather too simple.”

“Mayhap. But sometimes matters really are that simple.” The Miqo’te shrugged. A small throng of giggling children sprinted past them on their way to the amphitheater, shouting at each other. Engrossed in some manner of diversion they had spun between themselves, no doubt. Perhaps it was also a sign of the changing times that they paid the Keeper of the Moon and his companion no notice whatsoever. “Seems to me you’re overthinking things. As usual.”

Aurelia dabbed her sleeve against her damp face and said nothing. Keveh’to didn’t understand what she was getting at, and she didn’t feel the wherewithal for another argument-- but his gaze upon her was equal parts sympathetic and concerned.

“All right, spit it out,” he said. “What’s really bothering you? It isn’t actually what happened in there, is it?”

“What? No, it’s-”

“Well, what then?”

“I don’t… I don’t know if this is really where I want to stay,” she said. “And citizenship makes me feel… I don’t know. Bound to the land, somehow.”

“What? Why? People come and go from Gridania all the time.”

She offered no reply save a helpless shrug.

They were passing the rebuilt aetheryte plaza. In the space of those five short years after the disaster which Eorzeans now called the Calamity, it had become a bustling and lively place. The throng milling about the glowing crystal included townspeople and merchants as well as the much rougher-looking adventurers in their motley collection of gear. Just as with the children, few even glanced at Aurelia as she and Keveh’to crossed the shallow bridge in the direction of the Carline Canopy. It had been a long time since she had felt like a local curiosity, for which she was silently grateful.

She paused upon the slope and its moss and stone path leading to the inn’s entrance, looking out over the placid and glassy surface of the river. The great waterwheel creaked in its slow and unhurried way upon each turn, and on the far bank, the warm wind rustled the leaves of young saplings.

“I don’t understand why you think leaving the Empire means all your plans have to change.” Keveh’to shrugged. “You can still be a chirurgeon in Eorzea, you know.”

“I know.”

“If anything, there’s more of a need for people with healing skills now than before. ‘Sides, you’ve got that kit of yours, don’t you? The big one with all the tools and such?”

“Many of the medicines in it cannot be replenished. I would need tools and reagents that simply don’t exist outside the Empire.” At his grimace, she added, “I think given time and closer study I could duplicate certain of them, but Eorzean methods of alchemy are quite different from ours. I suspect that in order to do what needs must, I would need to become quite proficient indeed, and I’ve not the first inkling where to start.”

“It can’t be that different.”

“You’d be surprised. I would explain it but we’d be here the rest of the day.”

“And I’d not understand the first bleeding thing about it even if you did.” His lips split into a wide grin. “Nor care, I’m afraid.”

Aurelia scoffed. “At least you’re honest.”

“Just saving you the trouble. Anyroad, you don’t have to make a decision now, do you?” He began to descend the gentle slope of the hill towards the Canopy, ears forward and tail twitching. “Sleep on it. Take some of Miounne's jobs while you give it some thought.”

The conversation ended as they reached the stone-laden path and passed through the ornately carved doors to the Carline Canopy’s main entrance. Aurelia paused mid-step to linger upon the threshold, her gaze sweeping across the restored common room. The stairwell entrance to the recently rebuilt airship dock was now open, and nearly every table in the establishment seated bustling throngs of adventurers, merchants, and other assorted travelers. The buzz of their conversation filled the room with a low hum, broken with the occasional shout or guffaw from one party or another.

"Assuming Miounne has any work available," she chuckled. Some few of the hopeful newcomers had formed a queue that appeared to be growing by the moment. Even from this short distance, she could see the bright flash of leve cards clasped in gloved and gauntleted hands. “I haven’t seen the Adventurers’ Guild this busy in ages.”

“Aye, not since the Twin Adder opened recruitment five years ago. Mostly new faces too; look at that. She must have her hands full.”

He was right, she realized, upon closer inspection. Most of the would-be adventurers were clearly new to the business, fresh-faced and quite young. There were a few hard-bitten veterans among the lot, but not as many as one might expect. “I wager that trend shall only continue. What with all the displacement from-- oh, she’s seen us,” Aurelia pointed at the hand waving from the desk. “Come with me and say hello?”

“Might as well,” he sighed with mock resignation. “She’s already seen me. There’s no escaping her.”

“Don’t be cheeky. Come on.”

She began to weave her way through the crowd with Keveh’to close behind. A handful of the adventurers watching from the queue glowered at the pair, clearly assuming they intended to jump the line, but Aurelia ignored the hostile stares and kept pushing her way past until the pair had reached the desk. Miounne’s smile was radiant at the sight of them, if rather fatigued.

“Aurelia! And Sergeant Epocan-”

“Lieutenant.”

“Yes, yes, of course! I remember now, Lieutenant. So sorry. My mind is in half a dozen places at the minute.” The Canopy’s proprietress made a vague motion with one hand. “I hate to be so abrupt, Aurelia, but I’ve been looking for you. E-Sumi-Yan asked me to send you on to the Fane - your ‘earliest convenience,’ he said.”

“Why? Is aught amiss?”

Miounne shook her head. “He didn’t elaborate. Shall I ring him and let him know you’ll be along?”

“Oh, no, please don’t trouble yourself,” she glanced at the growing line of visibly impatient adventurers, “Lieutenant Epocan can call him.”

The Miqo’te protested, “Wait, why am I - hey!”

She all but dragged him away from the counter and towards the concierge, out of earshot of most of the crowd. The man at the desk offered a polite and noncommittal smile as they passed and made for the staircase leading up to her room. Keveh’to was still bristling, his tail lashing the air.

“I’ll not be a moment,” she said. “We can go our separate ways at the plaza.”

“I’m not even your minder anymore, let alone your personal secretary,” he grumbled, even though he was already reaching for the small device clipped to his ear. “...Right, well. Just remember you owe me one.”

Aurelia flashed him a quick grin before she opened the door and slipped inside.

The small room was as austere as it had been when Miounne had first let it to her five years ago. She had not acquired much in the way of personal possessions since; there had hardly seemed a point while serving a sentence, after all. There was the field kit she had been allowed to keep along with its contents - what little remained now - and her own small traveling pack with its botany log and change of clothes and her mother’s locket. Next to this sat the small wand she had been gifted by the guild before setting off to Willowsbend. All that she truly owned in the world sat in this one small corner.

She reached into the pouch on her plain leather belt and drew forth the ring box and the neatly folded parchment: both symbols of the changes to come, for weal or woe. In the meantime, she thought, official proof of her new legal status was not something she felt it would be wise to risk losing. The papers she tucked securely into her botany book before replacing it, pulling the drawstring of her bag taut, and buckling the clasp again.

Once that was finished she opened the ring box and after a moment’s hesitation removed its contents. The brass winked at her from the center of her half-open palm. It was not the sort of thing she would have normally worn, and it was a touch too wide for her ring finger. She removed it to slip onto her index finger instead, and there it remained secure.

Satisfied with the fit, she set the box on the side table, grabbed her wand to hook onto her belt, and made for the door. The ring was warm and weighted on its perch. A reminder of the new start she had been granted.

A rap on the door: “Aurelia?”

“One moment!”

Her feelings were no less mixed than they had been before she had quit the Archer’s Guild an hour past, but they were also not something she had time to consider right now. After she had returned from the Fane, perhaps.

She made her way to the door. E-Sumi-Yan would be waiting.

[bokoutoe-retired]

Headcanons ok... Hinata and Yachi go over to her house to study a lot but they always get distracted by different topics and end up doing each others'hair and watching films

Also uh... BNHA... I think Bakugou is less 'irritable' in winter bcs in summer he is not only sweating buckets more than usual (already a huge amount) but he also has to make small explosions all the time to get the swear of him and it's just really annoying so his temper is super short during heatwaves

wid you feed me so well 😭🤚❤️

HINATA/YACHI FRIENDSHIP SUPREMACY!! they’re so cute <33 i could imagine yachi teaching hinata how to paint his nails or them do face masks together!! maybe even natsu joins them one night and hinata lets the two of them do his hair 🥺

that’s such an interesting idea with bakugou!! i don’t really know the exact mechanics of his quirk, but in my head i could imagine (especially when he’s younger/less experienced with his quirk) in the hot months he sweats more and has to focus on not detenating on accident or doing like cool down explosions like you mentioned?? but in the colder months he sweats a lot less so less sweat > less worry > less irritable!

send me hcs!

[rustandyearnings]

How This Ends

Loan Tran

Two weeks into quarantine I read an article in The Atlantic titled, “How the Pandemic Will End.” It still felt wildly early to make any predictions about the future and the course of the virus. It has been now over a year that I have been trying to write a response to what I read, not because of any substantial disagreement but I foresaw then what I know now to be true, that after nearly a year of pandemic life: none of this simply ends. 

There are no numbers and statistics, CDC guidelines, or even well thought out epidemiological reports that captures the depth of what it means that over 2.75 million people have died from COVID-19; over half a million of them alone in the U.S. We have witnessed a year that has made everything that was terrible before, much, much worse. And we know how we got here—especially being in the belly of the beast— we know all too well what regimes of power are capable of in their commitment to greed and profit. If you are like me or if you love people like me, you may know too that the world has come to an end many times before. What is different about this ending? If anything? 

It was mid-March. My partner and I were on our way to the beach for her birthday. During our drive, we got news that the airports were starting to shut down and we were uncertain of the rumors about the National Guard being deployed to ensure compliance with stay-at-home orders. The beach was still there, and still sweet as always. We celebrated her the way we love each other; we ate delicious food, we laughed. She made her family’s shrimp: Lee Adam’s Shrimp. Which is comical, she says, because this was the only dish he would ever cook, and he got it named after him. Meanwhile, the family functioned because of women who made everything else possible. Such is our lives. 

The Atlantic Ocean on the coast of North Carolina in mid-March is wind-swept, vast, very quiet. The sand becomes these large mountains to be trekked over before the water meets your eyeline. But once you see it, you know exactly where the ocean departs the sky. It was terribly cold. Yet, I was grateful to be by the water as our world began to shake us into conference calls and organizing meetings. Within just a few short hours of our Governor declaring lock down, we had formed the United for Survival and Beyond coalition. And knowing the year we were going to have and coming out of years of pavement pounding work, we were already exhausted. Deeper than the exhaustion is the truth that we must stick together, and we must find a way to continue on, especially now, with the cards so clear on the table: some of us will live and some of us will die. And there will be no logic to the madness.

The political work is instinctual to me; it makes sense in any crisis to bring together as many people as possible to understand a situation and to then take action. But the political work is also sometimes slow moving, even when we are all speeding and incredibly busy. So, I did other work that I felt, by my own standards, was more tangible. Like organizing a group chat of the queers I know who need medication on a regular basis. Or joining the local Mutual Aid Groups (and then promptly leaving all of the groups, which was simply a matter of exiting the Signal threads). Making a phone tree that was unreasonably the size of a phone book itself was an early action, too. And of course, cooking. There have been gallons upon gallons of pho. And gumbo. And at least 1,000 meatballs. Anything to attempt at satiating what I knew would become a growing hunger inside of me for a normalcy that still has not yet returned.

Things were deteriorating quickly all around me. By March’s end, my mom and I are on hold with her retirement company. She wants to get her money out of her account before the stock market steals it all away. This economic system routinely comes tumbling down for her; and often does it too line the pockets of the already ultra-wealthy. She has earned her retirement from working at the same alterations shop for over 20 years. She is paid for the time it takes to hand sew sequins onto wedding gowns that cost more than her year’s entire salary. She makes the inseam of your boutique jeans go from 32” to 30” with you never knowing the difference. She helps make people feel good, never questioning their own frivolousness in paying someone else to replace a missing button on their jacket. Her job has treated her well. This pandemic was beginning to test it as she’s filed for unemployment, without assistance from her bosses. The alliances that had shaped her life up until this point were beginning to fall apart, as is the case for so many of us. 

It would become easier in the summer, but even then, the sweaty walks and the sitting outside in the beating sun just to eat a meal with someone who I wasn’t also sleeping with most nights began to tire me. I was unsatisfiable. I am lucky to have eaten many good meals, celebrate even more pandemic birthdays, and have extra money to keep supporting my parents’ and sister’s bills in between our socially distanced visits. Things would seem relatively calm for some weeks, when I felt like the weather wasn’t badgering on me. Which is to also say, that when things felt turbulent, it really just meant I was incredibly sad. 

As I’ve been writing this piece in my mind, mulling over—as I usually do—which details feel relevant enough to evidence in words, the world around us has danced to the precipice of something new and back again. In between it all, I have had some of the most elaborate dreams of my life, the dreams at the heart of how I wish life could be. 

I am home in Viet Nam. The sky is a dreamy pink, small stripes of orange and some residual blue as the sun sets and the moon takes over. I am sitting by the water and before me stretches a few miles of the bay. On the other side, mountains: spotted gray from granite and green from trees. I think to myself, “this is beautiful” and I take out my phone so I don’t forget what this looks like. My mom is here with me and it is quiet and perfect. Standing in line waiting to buy coffee from a street vendor, I think to myself, “wow, I get to be here,”; there are children and their parents who look my kin weaving around my stillness on the side of the road. I smile at someone I clock to be like me: a little odd, short haired, sweet looking in the face, stern and tough but kind in spirit. Then I wake up. It’s a dream. And all I know is that it’s a beautiful, perfect dream. 

While time stretched and I could dream and I could travel in my mind, buoyed by my memories, telling stories that after the 3rd or 4th re-telling feels almost untrue, time also pulled me back to reality. To the everyday where I had few answers for the big question of: what now? 

So what of time now? What is its worth? And what is worth it? I wear a watch every day still and I check my calendar still. And I still want Fridays to feel how Fridays are supposed to feel, still: they should release me. I still want to wake up slow on a Sunday, my favorite day, still. Things feel numbered and open all at once. Do I measure the worth of my life in this way or that? Do I consider tragedy to be where we start or is it having a witness to it that makes the clock run? Do I count the pints of soup I have made? What about the distance between us? There have been more cardinals than usual, but I’m really not counting. I do miss the children in the streets and the laughter beaming from their hands. Making sense of quiet and calling this place, my ever-growing city of just nearly 270,000 people, a ghost town seems a little defeatist; some days it seems just right, and some days it feels like an opening: to stop counting the time. 

There is a slowness of this period that I have come to appreciate, even as it frustrates me. The slowness to remember and reconsider and re-learn the basic unit of relating: care; to care for each other and to care for ourselves. And we are being subject to the realities of care’s absence: there are millions of people—while they toil and make our world turn, even against the heaviest measures of despair—are disregarded as undeserving of housing, of health(care), of food, of life itself. 

These systems of violence and domination continue to evolve, as showcased by this next phase of neoliberalism, with its elite colors and sloganeering. Coca-Cola racial justice investments and Nike’s you can do it to end racism and NFL’s $250,000,000 check to shut it (what, exactly?) down. Our task is more urgent than ever, yet there is still, simply this: you and I making a road where perhaps previously there was not, where perhaps previously there were, and it had been bombed or torn apart.

I am on the eve of my second pandemic birthday. And between the last time I dared contemplate how this ends and this moment now, there have been attempted coups and multiple mass shootings; there have been more vaccines distributed in the 1st world and essentially none for our sisters, brothers, and kin to the global south. Schools in my city are reopening and the people who suffer are made to blame each other.

A pandemic of this kind, through which a virus has served as the vehicle sounding the sirens of human plight, has the potential to lure us towards conclusions about the ever-deepening crises of white supremacy, patriarchy, and capitalism that will be regretful for us in the long-term. Namely, while it is true many things are outside of our control, like how a virus may mutate or transmit, there is so much more that is within our control.

We have witnessed that even in the middle of a pandemic, our people have risen up across the globe to declare that there must be another way to live. What deserves to be said again and again is that on one hand there is the science of this pandemic and the science of greed which profits on sickness; on the other is clear the science of solidarity; the science of organizing; the science of returning people back to each other; a sense of attention, a regard for care, an interest in ourselves and each other and the planet as people and places worthy of a world different than what centuries of violence and domination have conditioned and forced us toward.

At last, I do not know what the end of this pandemic means. But it seems to the hopeful, revolutionary optimist in me, that we have tried our raggedy best this year. I have appreciated more than ever our attempts at an honesty we may not have been willing to demonstrate. It seems to me that I haven’t been the only one to lie about how much I don’t know. And if you are looking for a script right now, about how to be, or how to cope, or how to regard yourself as belonging to those around you who do not look like you or speak like you or understand as you understand, I hope you’ll remember that there is no one else to make the future but us if we are to see ourselves in it.

I am embarrassed by my desperate need for things to return to normal. I am so desperate that I lay awake at night: wanting something I know I cannot have and the intelligent part of me knows that if I could have it, it would not be good for me or the people I love. The desperation is also a grief, fear, fatigue. But I also lay awake some nights taking audit of my gratitude; that beside me is my lover deep in restful sleep, that somehow in the morning our hands always find each other; and when we get out of bed, to make breakfast, or step outside: there is another day that affords me the time to learn how to be more human, and perhaps that is what this is worth. And those of us who still have it in us, and even those of us who feel that we have lost it, we must help this situation by becoming more and more human, as that is the only way I would want this to end. 

This piece is dedicated to my dear friends who have kept me this year, in particular Zaina, Mindy, Margo, and Nadeen. It is also dedicated to our beloved Elandria (E) Williams, may they continue to rest in piece and know that we are taking their mandate for us to care, seriously. It is dedicated to the best pandemic pal and partner I could have ever asked for, who has also vowed to return the favor next pandemic, Chantelle. This is dedicated to the streets, to the uprisings, to all people everywhere who believe life doesn’t have to be this way, that we are so much more—these people include city workers, educators, youth and students, organizers, healthcare workers, and more. Thanks for the example of your lives.

[emeraldbabygirl]

It was past midnight. Taebin sat on the couch spaced out right next to Kyubin who was very into yet another nature documentary. Taebin was tired of seeing the way snakes catch the little fied mice and the way all those little fire ants carry their food from place to place. He watched all the scenes of the waterfalls and running streams, the way the rain slowly wet the lands and dropped off leaves. He watched all the animals come out during spring to mate and all the fox babies playing and chasing each other in a random grassy field. Taebin must have fell asleep at least twice. One minute the tv showed polar bear cubs learning how to catch fish and the next it showed something that Taebin could only describe as a dessert lobster.

Taebin wanted to watch something else but as he looked over at Kyubin he sighed. He knew how much Kyubin loved staying up into the wee hours of the morning watching any kind of documentary that has nature or animals in them. Last week Kyubin watched the three hour special about the ocean and all the creatures living there. It was something Kyubin loved and found so interesting and Taebin found it adorable and wanted to watch with him but always found it so boring.

Kyubin’s long legs were propped up on the coffee table which held all the bottles of iced tea and other snacks that Taebin had mostly devoured. In Kyubin’s big arms he held a bowl of popcorn that would look giant sized in Taebin’s arms. The window was still open as it was a hot summer day and Kyubin wanted some cool air to cool off their little house. Kyubin’s shorts really showed off how long his legs actually were, a little clip held Kyubin’s long hair back to show his pretty forehead that Taebin loves to kiss before bed. Taebin was also wearing shorts and a plain tee-shirt like Kyubin.

Taebin was staring at the way Kyubin was so ingrossed in the program that he jumped when he realized Kyubin’s eyes came into contact with his. It didn’t matter how many times they had locked eyes Taebin always blushed when Kyubin’s dark brown eyes looked into his. Taebin’s heart never failed to flutter his stomach was never short of butterflies whenever he looked at Kyubin.

“What?” Kyubin asked smiling. Kyubin’s eyes stayed on Taebin’s. Taebin struggled to open his mouth to say something. He held his breath and snatched a piece of popcorn from the bowl. Smiling to himself Kyubin went back to watching the documentary while Taebin couldn’t get his heart to stop beating so fast. If Taebin turned the fan on would it look suspicious? Why is the fan on? Oh just embarrassed from how easily I get flustered because I’m madly in love with you Kyubin. Taebin thought to himself. He slowly let out his breath and scooted right into Kyubin’s bubble wasting no time to grab his right hand and hold it in his.

Taebin snuggled closer into Kyubin and this time payed attention to the baby bunnies playing and the salmon swimming up stream and the birds flying in whatever formation they wanted and the bats leaving the cave at night to catch bugs and avoiding other night creatures. Taebin focused on Kyubin’s documentaries now because he knew how much Kyubin loved them and he also knew how much he loved being in the same space as Kyubin. Taebin also loved how much he still got butterflies in his stomach after all the years of them being together. Watching documentaries with Kyubin was worth it because Taebin was still to this day very much in love with Kyubin.

This one just came out of nowhere and I really wanted to write a Taebin fic. Ion know if this counts as a drabble or not so I didn’t tag drabbles. Anyway, it’s not the first Taebin fic I wanted to write my other ones in my drafts. Anyway I thought it was cute. For some reason if feels weird to write Onlyoneof fics that the reader is a female like if it’s specifically an ooo member and a female reader that seems strange to me like all my ooo thoughts are gay anyway honestly so this just feels more comfortable to me? Also because I love Taebin supremacy.

[oatmilkovich]

what’s your ranking of ian’s hair? cause most people like s5 but it’s so long?

firstly, THANK YOU! for asking me this question and allowing me the opportunity to speak my truth. i spent way too long on this even though, the majority of the people who know me will know already exactly where this is headed... 

13. season 8 - a crime against humanity 

why is this man’s hair parted like it’s the red sea? who did cameron piss off so badly in the hair and make-up department that they decided to punish him via his hair?? i hate it, i can’t even explain to you how much i hate it. it’s awful. it’s so bad. it genuinely makes me angry. fuck blowing up a van, this man should’ve gone to prison for that. 

12. season 5

it’s way too long and he straightens it, which sucks. plus, the sides and the back are growing again but it doesn’t look good at all. anyways, 2/10. i am a big anti. 

11. season 10

why is it so slicked back. why is it so long. terrible. you have mickey back in your life ian, c’mon man. spice it up. it also ages him a lot? i think, idk. 

10. season 4 

idk i’ve never liked the short back and sides look, it was all the rage in british secondary schools throughout the 2010s and i’m sure if i head down to my local shopping centre i’d see a group of boys all with this exact hair cut. not my cup of tea. overrated imo. 

9. black haired ian 

me when i box dyed my hair when i was like 13. anyways, he’s way too pale so it doesn’t work and just makes him look washed out. the length is good and everything else about it is fine, but the black hair? it’s a no from me son. pretty much on the same level as season 4 above for me. 

8. the border hair??? 

why does he comb it back like that??? he’s looking good all season 7 then as soon as he runs off to mexico he’s like. sike! idk man. it’s not terrible but it’s just not my thing. 

7. s1 fringe

i actually love this hair lol i think it’s cute and like yeah, he’s a 15 year old, he’s gonna have a bad fringe. i too had a fringe as kid. i think it gets a bad rep from the fandom when actually it’s just sweet. it’s very youthful and hammers home how young he is when the show begins. 

6. s2

not anything hugely special, but it looks great. nice one ian! 

5. mid-7, specifically this scene under the bleachers.  

i love everything about the way he looks in this scene, i’m so glad he put on a good show to see mickey again. it was very considerate of him. his hair looks great cause it’s like, not too long and but looks neat and put together for his emt business. 

4. early s6

he’s so sad yet so pretty. very good 8/10 

3. his hair in this scene specifically

idk i just love it. it’s a good length, the colour looks great. he looks good in that green too. 

2. longer buzz, THE CURLS. 

i love how his hair grows out in s3 and the way the little curls start showing again. i’d put it in the same level as the buzzcut, but since it’s ever so slightly longer it’ll get second place. anyways, i am a big enthusiast. 

1. buzzcut season by lorde plays 

ian gallagher shaving his head for season 3 is the single best thing shameless has ever done for me. there is so much to unpack here. the way his hair grows longer over the season as his life gets more and more out of control. GOD it looks so good and it perfectly goes with the summer vibes. plus! it was so fun, like sure - why can’t ian just shave his head?? go for it boy. anyways, everyone looks 100% better with a shaved head and the flavour here is immaculate. buzzcut supremacy. 

and in the wise words of 16 year old me...

no one @ me because i am right and i’m not accepting criticism at this time ❤

[risjime]

CONGRATS ON 100 BABE OMG!!!! cheers to this milestone and the many more to come <333

would i be able to get a diamonds matchup? i feel like any time i do matchups it’s always personality which i great but i kinda wanna know who i would look aesthetically pleasing with ya know? i’m naturally dirty blonde but rn my hair is an aubergine purple at shoulder length with a lot of layering. i have deep set, greenish-hazel eyes and pale skin (though i tan very easily and a lot in the summer because of my job) i’d say i have a kind of rectangular/athletic build but also kinda curvy when it comes to my chest and back (lol sorry if that’s like,, tmi) i’m in between 5’7” and 5’8” and have a lot of sunspots/freckles around my body but none on my face. as for body mods i have 3 lobe piercings in both of my ears and i recently got my belly button done! i have a fake septum i wear a lot as well. my clothing style just kinda changes with whatever i’m feeling that day so usually it’s sweatpants and a tank top but i am a sucker for corset tops and fishnets so if i’m feeling bold i’ll usually wear those with some sort of skirt or shorts. usually i wear a lot of makeup especially dark eye shadow/liner and heavy contour no matter my outfit haha.

i think that’s all there really is to it :) again congratulations you deserve it and this event is so so cute tysm!!!! 💖💖💖

THANK YOU REV!! 💘

you’re literally the sweetest n i appreciate you so much. you sound absolutely gorgeous! 🥺 and i got your second ask, don’t worry at all, i always get worried about forgetting something, it happens!! 🥴

for your first matchup, i match you with...

yes one of my favourite boys

i feel like your styles would be perfect together!

for your second matchup, i match you with...

more of an opposites kinda approach but i seriously think this would be so cute!

you literally got two of the prettiest characters but are we surprised? no! rev supremacy all the way! 😾❤️

thank you so much for participating! ♡

request a matchup here

[sveasauvageon]

Tbf

☾♔; March 23, 2018 ☾♔; sotd: idk ☾♔; comedian otd: JOHN FU.CKING OLIVER* ☾♔; GW NPC Audition ☾♔; {G} https://goo.gl/XSTtMc ☾♔; mod(s): @.themadmonarchist @.maybones et moi

// character originally created by @lady-stoneheart, using with permission //

**some stuff literally copy and pasted from this set: https://goo.gl/xGBi3L also by @.lady-stoneheart**

Also, also, filled out the main character form instead of the npc one for Henry, since he's an important character (no, wait, that's too mean, you're important too Vova and Nika and Mooms-Mooms. I mean Vig)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Henry William Clark , (17) ⠀⠀⠀It never was an option ⠀⠀⠀For me to not go there, ⠀⠀⠀I'm frightened of the ocean ⠀⠀⠀But still I'm setting sails. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀-⠀Fade Away by Måns Zelmerlöw

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⚜️ THE BASICS

Nickname: Hank (by Syn), älskling and pretty boy (by Svea), lover boy (gossip witch), bane of my existence (by Xander)   Gender: cis-male Date of Birth: January 15 Place of Birth: London, England Nationality: British Ethnicity: caucasian (anglo-saxon descent) Accent: upper-class london (posh af) Blood Status: half-blood

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⚜️ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Ben Barnes Hair: short, but majestic, dark brown in colour Eyes: brown Height: 1.85m Weight: idk Body: athletic and lean Any Scars/ Marks?: numerous nicks and scrapes from years of Quidditch Any Tattoos/ Piercings?: none Quirks/ Mannerisms: Style: preppy, generally well-dressed and expensive Additional Information:

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Head cannon: Theme Song: Strengths: Weaknesses: Habits: Skills/ Talents: Any mental health issues: Favorite Quotes/ Sayings that your character would use: Additional Information:

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Likes: muggle fiction books (specifically the asoiaf series), tea, the sea, quidditch, Puddlemere United, football (or as north american's and japan call it, soccer), Arsenal FC, history (muggle and magical)

Dislikes: Blood purists, the term "mudblood", bullies, jerks, elitist morons, summer, blizzards, pretentiousness about art (it's just some oil, calm down)

Hobbies: Any health problems? (allergies, illnesses, etc):

♣️ Family Background

♣️ Family Affiliation: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding, British Parliament (muggle), House of Lords

Socio-economic status: too wealthy for their own good ♣️ Family Members: ▪️ Relation: Name, FC, Age, Profession, Status (alive or deceased).

| Lord Ashford, George Victor Clark Henry's father, he's a muggle and a member of the House of Lords, the upper House of the muggle parliament in the United Kingdom. He gets along well with his muggle family, and often discusses what he learns at school with his father and tries to explain magic to him.

| Victoria Carlyle {FC: Catherine Zeta-Jones} Henry's mother, a pure-blood witch, she works at the Ministry in the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Gets along well with his mother, who instilled her love of sports in him.

| Alexander Carlyle {FC: Jacob Tremblay} Henry's little cousin, just started his first year at Hogwarts. Sweet and pure af.

♣️ What is your character's relationship with their family?

♣️ Which family member does your character feel the closest to? Happiest Memory: Saddest Memory:

How does your OC feel about pureblood supremacy?: How does your OC feel about muggles/ half-bloods? Does your OC think they should be a part of the magical community?

Quick facts: (basically a biography of your OC, but a very short one. include only the highlights. i.e. the important moments of their lives.)

Additional Information:

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House: Year: Best Class(s): Worst Class(s): Any Pets?:

Reputation at Hogwarts: ▪️ Is your OC based on one of the character archetypes? If so, which one: ▪️ If not, please write a 2-4 sentence tagline for your OC: (this would essentially be a very brief description of your character. e.g.: Blair Waldorf rules the Upper East Side with an iron fist. Nothing and no one exists without her knowledge- her approval is the only one that matters. Try not to cross her, because Queen B's take downs are nothing short of epic."

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Wand: Larch wood Wand Core: phoenix feather Wand Length: 13" Wand Flexibility: supple Patronus: phoenix Bogart: Amortentia: lavender, earl grey tea, and caramel

Affinity to any particular magic?

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⚜️ USER INFORMATION

Username: @drownedinmoonlight Activity Level (Scale 1-10): 8

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Playlist: https://goo.gl/UzB5hz* Moodboard: https://goo.gl/Vuy2UY {Henry}* ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀https://goo.gl/cgFck3 {Svea x Henry}* Social Media: https://goo.gl/M7k6wA {Insta}* -- I'm working on a new specifically for GW, bu there's some funny stuff in there. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀https://goo.gl/biMBhH {phone gallery I}* ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀https://goo.gl/UxsV2Q {phone gallery II}* Storyboard: Aesthetic Collection: https://goo.gl/fxmH7j Henry x Svea Aesthetics: https://goo.gl/oegeJv* Wardrobe/Style Collection: Plotting Set: Story:

* = indicates sets/collections by @.lady-stoneheart

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When you have completed the audition, please tag the mods: @.drownedinmoonlight @.themadmonarchist and @.maybones and use the hashtag #gossipwitch, #GW

[narcxssa]

NAME: Narcissa Black BIRTHDAY: January 3rd GENDER: cis female, she/her HOUSE: Slytherin

BIOGRAPHY

Narcissa was supposed to be a boy. Her parents weren’t interested in having another girl. They didn’t need another girl. The two they had were enough seeing as how much of her day Druella spent scolding them for running around. A boy could’ve carried on the family name, acquired a respectable job, maybe even become the Minister one day and put an end to the mudblood madness. Instead they had Narcissa, their third girl with a fair complexion and even fairer hair. She was beautiful and quiet as a child. She would’ve been everything they wanted in a daughter if they had actually wanted another daughter. Narcissa often wondered if there was a fix to that, a dark potion they could drink to chose the gender of a child, and if that existed did her parents wish they had tried it? They would never say so and Narcissa wouldn’t have dreamed of asking. She never felt like she was a regret from her parents, but she wasn’t what they wished for. Even as a child that drove her mad. So Narcissa did what she was told. She went the extra mile. She spoke softly. She was demure. She strove for perfection. And she loved her sisters. They were always there for each other, despite the bickering between Andromeda and Bellatrix. Narcissa imagined that was normal for sisters so close in age.

There was nothing out of the ordinary in her childhood. She was raised in the pureblooded upper class. Her life was already planned out for her. Andromeda, however, didn’t want to follow the plan. Tensions started to rise in the Black household for the first time once Andromeda was at Hogwarts. The middle sister started to change her views, stray away from the pureblood supremacy they had been raised with. Narcissa was too young to understand the weight of what her sister was carrying, but she could tell by the expressions on her mother’s face anytime she received an owl from Andromeda that something was changing. Andromeda came back home with an attitude and little patience for the constant talk of mudbloods and death eaters. Narcissa was sure she was losing her sister, but she didn’t know how to stop it without also losing her parents.

What had once been excitement about starting to school at Hogwarts had now turned into an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Narcissa had seen the changes in Andromeda and the constant arguments she had with her parents. Bellatrix usually pulled Narcissa away. At the time she thought that her older sister was protecting her, but as she grew up she wondered if Bella didn’t want her to get any ideas from Andromeda. There seemed to be something so satisfying about the way Andromeda was firm in her beliefs, despite the family name. What if school changed Narcissa the way it changed Andromeda? What if her parents started giving her the same dirty looks they gave her sister?

Once she was actually at Hogwarts (and thankfully sorted into Slytherin) most of her fears were relieved. It was easy. All she had to do was play the part she was born into. Everyone had expectations of her, that she would be as smart as Bellatrix and as charming as Andromeda. Narcissa could do that, although the charming part was reserved for only the students in her house. She was still under pressure, but it wasn’t nearly as severe as the pressure she received at home while she was under her parents’ gaze all day. The days went by too quickly, and once she was home again the summers dragged by. The more time she spent in school, the more Narcissa realized that at some point she had actually developed a personality. She was witty and snarky and very often rude, which wasn’t much of a surprise. She had an identity at Hogwarts and muting it every time she returned home was exhausting.

The betrothal to Lucius Malfoy was something that Narcissa had expected to happen. Her father talked about the boy like he was the son he’d never gotten to have. That’s what made a perfect match in her eyes. She had shaped herself into the ideal daughter, and now it was like all of her work had finally paid off. Besides, she had known Lucius for a long time. She could see herself being happy with him, regardless of whether that happiness would come from Lucius himself or the idea of him.

She never considered the idea that the picture perfect facade could falter.

Her father had been acting strange, angrier than usual, coming home later than usual. She could tell that her mother had noticed it as well, but it was obvious that is was just another thing to be swept under the rug. Unfortunately for Cygnus, Druella was nosy, nosier than anyone Narcissa had ever known (except maybe Rita Skeeter). Narcissa noticed that her mother began snooping around, trying to figure out what was going on. And, of course, Narcissa was only a few steps behind, reading every letter she saw her mother glance twice at. The pieces started coming together that money was an issue. She just couldn’t figure out why.

It didn’t take her long to overhear the reason. Her mother confronted Cygnus over the letters she had found in his office, and Narcissa stationed herself outside the room desperately listening for some sort of answer. She just wasn’t very pleased with the result. They were broke. There was no gold, no assets, just the house minus a few possessions Cygnus had already hawked away. They spoke in hushed voices about the details (which were admittedly lost on Narcissa due to the shock that had flooded her mind) and made it clear that Narcissa wasn’t to find out. That part caused her snap. She stormed into the office before she could think about what she was doing. It was the first time she had ever argued with them. The three of them bickered for hours until Narcissa backed down. Fighting with them wasn’t helping. There was literally nothing she could do. She couldn’t get a job, she was still in school, and her parents wouldn’t have agreed to that anyways. She just had to pretend like nothing was happening, nothing had changed, until her father could sort things out on his own.

So maybe she couldn’t buy everything she wanted. Her robes from the last year would still fit. She wasn’t happy about it, but she would live with it. It was temporary, right? And in the very worst case scenario, all they had to do was keep up appearances until she could marry Lucius. The Malfoy family had more than enough gold. They wouldn’t even notice if she needed to spend some to keep her parents’ heads above water.

With her own world falling into pieces while she tries desperately to keep it together, the war that’s raging on every doorstep is too much for Narcissa to process. She’s uninterested in what happens to the world and she doesn’t care about the ordinary people who will get hurt. She only cares about her family and the order she needs amidst the chaos to protect them. When she was younger Narcissa believed that she could be the order to keep them together, but if she’s learned anything throughout her life it’s that she’s the farthest thing from it. She is the chaos, controlled chaos like a siren, manipulative and contrived. She had already given up her childhood and a sister to please her parents. What more did she have to lose? 

QUESTIONNAIRE

describe your secret in your own way.

Narcissa’s eyebrows rose instinctively at the question. Her expression remained completely vacant, but it was obvious by the pursed lips and twitching fingers that she was trying to come up with a strategy. “I don’t know how you found about it, but everything is fine. It’s fine,” she repeated firmly, as if there was no room for discussion. Honestly, there wasn’t. “My father will find a way to fix it. He always does. Maybe he was a little too..” She was overly careful to choose her next word. “Optimistic with his choices. My mother was furious. And I obviously wasn’t thrilled since I only found out when I heard them discussing it with my ear pressed against the wall.” Narcissa clenched her fists at the memory, remembering the disbelief on her parents’ faces as she confronted them. She seemed to realized that she was oversharing and quickly regained her composure. “But like I said, it’s fine. We’ll take care of it. In the end, no one will ever have to know that this happened to us. I just have to keep up appearances in the meantime.”

She smiled and leaned forwards slightly, resting her elbows on her knees. "Now then,” she began, her overconfidence hanging in the air. “If you value your life, you’ll keep this to yourself.” 

your family life. how’s it like?

She laughed softly and cocked her head to the side, as if there was any scenario in which she would agree to speak openly about her family. “The thing about my family life is that we don’t talk about it to strangers,” she stated, rolling her eyes to make it very clear that this conversation wasn’t happening. Ironically, this was one of the topics she felt most comfortable with. She had been dodging it since she was a child. 

why were you sorted into your house? do you think you belong there?

Narcissa stared blankly, as if she was speaking to someone who had missed the obvious. “Are you daft? There was never any question of what house I was going to be sorted into,” she explained curtly. “I’m a Black, and not one of the disappointing ones. My name is never going to be removed from the family tree. I was sorted into Slytherin, just like my sisters, and of course I belong there. Sirius belonged there too, despite his desire to infuriate our family.” Narcissa considered Andromeda the.. weakest of her family. If she could be sorted into Slytherin with her less than pureblooded views, there was never any question that the sorting hat would short the same above her head. 

what side are you on? order of the phoenix? death eaters? neutral? why?

“I’m on my parents’ side,” Narcissa huffed, obviously tired of the constant debate. “There isn’t much more to it than that. We’re one of the oldest pureblooded families, and they’ve always intended to keep it that way. I can’t blame them for their beliefs. I was raised on them like they were.” She shrugged slightly. She tucked her loose hair behind both ears while she pondered the matter. Narcissa wasn’t interested in choosing sides. She couldn’t given a damn about the war. Maybe she would’ve if hadn’t felt like she was carrying the weight of her family on her shoulders, but she did feel that way, so there was no point in wasting time wondering about it. Narcissa knew her place, she always had. “If they’re on the death eaters’ side of this ridiculous war, so be it. I’m standing with them. And with Lucious as well. His allegiance is obvious. I wouldn’t throw everything I worked for with them away over the idealistic notion that everyone should have an equal place in our society. I’m not Andromeda." 

what’s your boggart?

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I’ve entertained your invasive and inappropriate questions for long enough. Asking about my boggart is absolutely none of your business,” Narcissa declared. She couldn’t answer the question honestly anyways. She’d never encountered a boggart before. When one of the professors brought one into her class for a lesson, she had busied herself at the back of the room, terrified that if it focused on her it would reveal something that she didn’t want her peers to know about. She tried not to think about fears, but she imagined if she faced a boggart now it would take the form of herself failing to the live up to her family’s expectations or maybe it’d take the shape of one of her sisters, abandoned and cold.