#Also sorry for my horrendous English and grammar

[maskedteaser]

I feel you about rdr2, I feel like I'm walking through a desert with no water😭

But if you don't mind me requesting something...

Maybe Sean or Kieran (or whoever you want, I'm fine with anybody) with a crush on s/o who's just an absolute ray of sunshine and they're too nervous to ask s/o out because of this

hii! i'm so glad to be able to do my first request ever! hope you like it! I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes - english is not my first language! requests are open. Sorry it took so long to write - it is like...my second time writing an actual thing with plot in english! [not proofread i'm sorry i cringed too hard when i tried to read it] CW: none? i think? mentions of alcohol if you squint in javier's part the spanish petnames he uses are feminine(?) but i think there is no other use of any gender comfirming things so i guess it's gender neutral reader fic? ALSO THEY ARE PROBABLY OOC IM SO SORRY :((( 05.06.2024. signed TEASER 📺 [ BANNERS ARE MADE BY ME! ]

SEAN MACGUIRE

You were ethereal in his eyes. Always shining, blooming, filling every space you were in with joy and feeling of safety. Soft hair sparkling in the sun, pupils always wandering around, looking for a sad soul to cheer up. Hands in the air, moving around uncontrollably when you tried to tell a story, gesturing the things that you were imagining. Truly mesmerising, he felt like he just had to have you, but his every attempt at flirting with you was just taken as a joke, rewarded by a small smile from you, a little giggle, and it broke his heart, making it rush at the same time.

But Sean MacGuire was an impatient man. Impatient and so obvious with his emotions. Expressive, always made it known when he felt good or bad, when he was falling apart (which was a really rare sigh anyways) or his heart was full of passion. But you made it easy to feel euphoric and then send him to the lowest mental state he could ever be. He couldn't wait to tell you how he wanted you to be his and only his, but for some reason - you were always busy, someone always wanted to talk with you, stealing your attencion. And when you were free, he was too stunned to speak. That never happened in his entire life! His never ending monologue, his mouth that was always talking, everything stopped. Sean MacGuire smiled, excused himself for bothering you and left, leaving you confused but a smile didn't leave your soft lips. He was sitting alone, planning a new way to confess to you. Never in his life would he admit that he was, simply but truly, scared. Of rejection? Maybe. Or of the fact that you might take it as a joke. That would be even worse in his eyes. Sean suddenly remembered the fact that Arthur one day came up to him and asked about his relationship with you, he said that it was so horrendously obvious that he likes you, that he's sweet on you, but he also told him that he might be too simple for you. Too straightforward but at the same time - not cultured enough. Bascially telling him that he might be too dumb for you, straight into his poor face, into his lost puppy eyes. The truth was that, in fact, Sean was just lost without you. With you around, he felt like a better version of himself. That's why he wanted you so badly. He asked Lenny to teach him to read, so he could become a well-read person for you. But Sean MacGuire was an impatient man. Abandoning his mission after only few pages. His impulsitivity took over, he decided that if he's not the one for you, it's better to know as soon as it's possible. In case he had to move on, in case you decide to break his young, so obsessed with you heart. Stealing Dutch's cologne, Lenny's good shirt and wearing his only pants that were clean and somehow not holey - he got ready for you. He even washed his hair in the river, using actual soap that one of the girls from the camp once gave him. What a sweetheart. His plans were suprisingly really detailed. Sean wanted to pick some flowers for you and ask you to go to the town with him, he wanted to mount his horse, see you mount yours and go. But his dreams and distant goals got interrupted by hearing your voice coming near his tent. — Sean! Javier was just asking if you... — you didn't finish your sentence. Halfway in his tent, you laid your eyes on him, clearly preparing for some event. A date? Maybe? How could you know? — Oh! Sean, you look really good! What happened? — you looked up, his soft hair, freshly washed, much more shinier, looking healthy for once. — you washed your hair, so it must be something big. — you added, smiling. It was semi-dark in his tent, light being casted only by a little lamp with a candle inside of it. So you couldn't see how his cheeks got redder when he heard your compliment. — well, I actually...You know... — he started, nervously, but who wouldn't be nervous in that kind of a situation? Being caught preparing for a date, that wasn't even accepted by the other side in the first place. — It is something big. — Sean's voice still had his iconic cheerfulness, but you could hear the little shakes in it as well. But you didn't interrupt, you listened. He took a deep breath and said quickly, his accent almost making it incomprehensible — I was wondering if you'd like to go to the town with me and maybe you know have a drink or two? Like a party, just the two of us, you know? Ay, yeah! Actually I also wanted to say that I really like you! Maybe love...Yeah, that might be a better word for that. I love ya. So? Would you like to go with me? — he looked up at you, his heart beating so fast, he could almost hear it. It's now up to you. Do you agree or not?

JAVIER ESCUELLA

Absolutely smitten with you. Sitting by the fireside on a warm night, you were situated at the opposite side of the fire, watching people that were finishing their chores around the camp. Your delicate presence, hair moved by wind, shining eyes. His mind was in a different place. Holding his guitar, trying to play and sing, but you were distracting. It was almost impossible to get him to the state that he forgot how to play, but with you around, he literally seemed like he just bought this intrument, constantly making little mistakes. Blood rushing to his cheeks every time he got out of rhythm or the sound his guitar made was closer to a scratch than to any melody. But you seemed to not mind, accepting him the way he was, quietly giggling, but not laughing at him, you were just so full of happiness, your gaze only encouraged him to keep playing and he loved it. Loved you. Badly.

But he felt like loving you was never enough, since you seemed to never actually acknowledge his feelings, the deep desire that made his dreams full of you. Everything reminded him of you. You joined the gang a few months ago, how could you fuck him up so badly in such a short period of time? Wrapped around your finger, willing to give you the entire world if you asked him to. He just knew that you'd never ask him to, you were just too...good. You never asked for help yourself, but always wanted to help others. Putting everyone above yourself, taking care of everyone, even Micah, who said so much bad things about you, spitting poison at you every time you walked by, but when he felt ill, you still was a first person to give him health cure.

Javier could only watch from afar. Fascinated, hypnotised by your moves, your energy, how your voice could put everyone in a good mood. When you were telling stories, you'd tell them with so much passion, but when someone else needed to be listened - you were all ears, asking questions, made everyone feel welcomed and safe. He sometimes really thought that you are not real, that you are an angel sent to the camp in those hard times.

Lost in his thoughts again, he missed a string while playing and his guitar made another weird sound. Immediately grounded by that, he looked in the direction you were sitting, only to realise - you were not there anymore. He started looking for you, and he saw that you were sitting next to him. How could he not notice? God, were his reflexes that poor? If it was a life threatening situation, he'd probably be dead by now.

— I noticed that you are a bit lonely here, Javier, — the way his name slipped of your lips so softly, how he'd kill to hear his name coming from that sweet mouth again and again, until he lost his senses. — Mind if I keep you company? You seem stressed, is something bothering you? — when he heard your voice, and your body getting a bit closer to him, his muscles tensed. He put his guitar away, gently, laying it on a ground, leaned it against the barrel that was near.

— what can I say, hermosa. — he sometimes called you Spanish pet names, because he was sure you didn't understand them (if you could, well, he was not aware...) — There is that one girl that completely took over my mind and I can't focus on anything else because of her. She's not even mine, but I'm jealous of everyone that makes her laugh. It's probably wrong, but it's the truth. She's like a milagro walking on this sad country, healing everyone with her presence, so I'm almost certain I don't deserve her, but oh...I can always dream, can't I? — he could swear you put a spell on him. He never meant to open up about his feelings, especially not around you, especially talking about you.

What a fool he was. He couldn't even manage to raise his eyes up to meet your gaze, so he was not able to see the sadness flicker in your face, soft sigh escaping your lips, which was a sign of your heart getting a bit broken, he taken it as a sign of stress and fatigue.

— do you want me to help you with asking her out? I'm a woman myself so I know what most of us like to do... — you said, and oh, he knew that it would happen. Your first thought when someone has a problem is to help them out, any way you can, no matter your own feelings and struggles.

— tell me...how your perfect date would look like? I think she's really similar to you, she might enjoy the same things. — he said, still nervous, his eyes locked on the ground.

So you started to talk about your perfect date. How you'd spend it, and his head was full of ideas by now. He knew exactly where to take you, what to do, so when you finished your monologue, he offered, finally looking up, making eye contact:

— are you free tonight, angelita? Your wish is my command. — his cheeks a bit red, the orange light from nearby fire slightly shining on his skin.

Not it was up to you if you'd like to go with him. What do you say?

KIERAN DUFFY

Oh, that poor boy. His heart couldn't take it. The only person that showed him any kind of affection in this camp, the only one that cared, listened to him, believed him. When he was still tied to the tree, he used to spend all day looking at you with fascination, trying to understand who you were to other gang members, his gaze was subtle, always looking away just in time before anyone would notice. But he was sure you would never look at him the way he looks at you, and his heart ached every time he reminded himself of the fact that he was just a stranger in this camp, he was considered a spy, traitor, enemy. Yet you still treated him with such kindness and care, always asking if he needs anything, if you can do something to ease his pain and stress.

Sometimes you sat near him and talked with him, not caring about what others might think, saying that as long as there is no proof of him doing anything wrong, you will not act like he is a criminal. And he was honestly so thankful for that. He was not sure what he deserved to have you as some sort of ally, but since you were the only one he trusted (even if it was only a little bit) he started to actually feel something deeper than friendship towards you.

He didn't want to admit that it was love. But if not love, then what was it? Unreasonable high blood pressure when he saw you, his eyes sparkly, heart beating faster, his body always felt so full of life, shattering when he saw that someone disrespected you or treated you badly. He couldn't do anything, so he just watched when Micah, because he was literally the only one that ever mistreated you, decided to yell at you. He could only sigh, waiting for you to come to him and moan about how you hate this blonde, egocentric guy.

His most common way of showing his affection to you was by taking care of your horse while listening to you, always remembering everything you said, whether it was a mention of your favourite food, people that you like, your dream future or what beautiful clothes you saw at the shop when you travelled to town the other day. Your complaints that you couldn't afford them though... How Kieran wished he could be rich, so he could buy you those clothes, so he could see you happy. But he knew he could never be able to do that.

He dreamed of asking you out. You were on his mind all day and night, but, god, how was he supposed to do that? He couldn't leave the camp, and if he could, it was supposed to be a fishing trip or something, no going to town, no having too much fun, no buying things (he had no money anyways).

So the day you came to him and said that Micah once again told you that you are an useless addition to the camp, instead of passive listening and nodding his head, he actually asked: — how about we go fishing? I will teach you how to do that so next time he says something like that, you can prove him wrong by bringing bunch of fishes to the camp! — his voice started to shake at the end of his sentence, when he understood that he is basically asking you out on an almost date. He looked at you with hope in his eyes.

— fishing? I don't know if Micah would consider fishing as an useful skill...I don't think if anything that is done by a woman is useful in his eyes. I actually believe he might be jealous of Dutch, he wants him all to himself... — you said, giggling a bit. And Kieran had to agree with you. The way Micah was always complimenting Dutch was actually a bit concerning, but as long as he could stay in this camp, he didn't want to ask. He guessed that "that's how the things are in this gang".

— well, you're probably right. He will treat everyone badly regardless of their hard work. But hey, fishing is a nice thing to do anyways, right? I promise you, it's really relaxing! — Kieran was nervous, of course, but you could also see an honest, bright smile on his face, he showed signs of happiness, and that was something really nice to see.

So? Do you agree to go with him? It's your choice. 

pls give me any feedback, even as anons <3 much love, teaser

[caramel-maveeato]

ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ ♡˚₊。。。

❧❤ SYNOPSIS: you “accidentally” drink too much, your boyfriend comes to the rescue... ♡ Pairings/Love interest: So Mun x GN!reader ♡ Genre: fluff, reader is also a counter ♡ TW: mentions of alcohol, slight cursing ♡ Word count: 1.6k

Note: All characters originated from “The Uncanny Counter/Amazing Rumor” except for Y/n.

English is not my first language!!! Sorry in advance if I make any grammar and vocabulary mistakes.

You had no idea how this happened. It was supposed to be a silly (stupid) decision to try all the soju flavors you could find in your local store and see which one tastes the best.

And here you were, passing out cold on your table for god knows how long and looking like you were in the middle of some demonic ritual, except replacing candles with a bunch of half-done bottles of soju. 

Reaching out for your phone, your vision was blurry and your head was spinning from consuming too much alcohol, but you still managed to comprehend whatever appeared on the screen. More than 10 missed calls from Ms. Chu, several from Hana and Motak, and even a few from your new teammate Jeokbong, all bombarding your poor phone with continuous notifications of unanswered calls and texts. 

And the most impressive number was 22 missed calls from So Mun.

Holy shit.

What the fork happened while you were blacked out? Why did everyone blow your phone up? Once again, you had no idea. 

You took a quick glance at some of the texts from Hana, it turned out that the team was alerted by a level 2 evil spirit, but you were nowhere in sight or in contact. 

Cursing quietly under your breath for recklessly giving in to your impulsive decision, you held your pounding head with one hand, wincing in discomfort as you tried to get up from your seat. 

Your legs trembled from the horrendous migraine. You could barely walk, the ground seemed to sink and dig a hole underneath your foot every time you took a step, yet you were still confident enough to think you would make it to Eonni’s noodle in this half-drunk condition. 

You placed your other hand on the wall, trying to support your now-useless legs while you struggled to reach your front door. The hallway in your house has never been this long before, it was almost like you were walking on a treadmill while being hung upside down. 

Yet, things couldn’t even get worse. You, for some reason, tripped on pure air, staggering on your feet and ready to descend. 

You couldn’t hear your front door making a click sound as it flung open, but you for sure noticed that the ground wasn’t as hard as it looked, perhaps it wasn’t the ground. A familiar scent filled your nostrils, your eyes shut tight and you dropped into a familiar warmth. Even the way that pair of arms instantly wrapped around your figure was also too familiar. 

Your ears ring with the sound of silent nonsense, humming like different noises blending together chaotically after the sudden fall. But you were quick to come back to your senses again upon hearing the voice you secretly would be dying to hear every day. 

“Y/n! Hey, Y/n, are you alright?!”

Instead of answering, you clung onto him like a koala on a tree and pressed your face against his chest, taking in his pleasant scent to ease up the nose-aching smell of alcohol flowing in your living room. 

Your boyfriend hugged you back just as tightly. His chest rose and fell urgently against yours, even the sound of his heartbeat was so loud that it was as if he just ran a whole mile, which he pretty much did: “Y/n… you scared me to death, you know that?”

Your voice was muffled against his skin, murmuring exhaustedly: “Sorry, I was…um, sleeping.”

So Mun let out a sigh, both relieved and somewhat frustrated. But you both knew very well that he could never stay mad at you for so long. He gently pulled you out of his chest to look you in the eye, which you weakly protested and glued yourself back into his arms: “Did you drink?”

Knowing there were no other excuses you could make, you didn’t have a choice but to nod your head in confirmation, making him sigh again with concern shown clearly in his voice: “Why? You were never one to black out drunk before, did something happen?”

You had to explain to him, in detail, the real reason so he wouldn’t get so worried, hiccupping between your breaths as you talked. You noticed So Mun’s eyebrows raised slightly the more you spoke, seeming to be very amused at you while he pinches your nose gently, helping you hold your breath to stop the hiccup and trying to suppress his smile.

After you were done talking and hiccupping, he cupped your cheeks and lifted your face up, examining your face to see if you were truthfully doing fine and if there was no uncomfortable secret you hid from him. Then, he planted a peck on your lips, not caring if the taste of fruit-flavored soju started lingering on his lips as well: “Are you able to walk?”

You nodded lightheartedly, trying to stand up although your legs didn’t even waste a second to betray you again. 

He chuckled, running his hand on your flushed cheek to feel how your temperature had raised under the influence of alcohol, his eyes softly and attentively at yours before he turned around to face you with his back: “C’mon, everyone is waiting for us.”

If your face wasn’t already reddened, his action right now definitely made an impact on making your skin bloom with heat. You climbed onto his back, grinning quietly as you made sure to wrap your arms around his neck firmly. His strong body picked you up with zero effort, handling you with so much care like you’re his most precious treasure. 

You could only realize how worn out you were when you finally relaxed against his back, letting him escort you out of your house with one of his hands holding your shoes. 

His hair tickled your skin when you buried your face in his nape. You couldn’t help but want to mess with him a bit despite how shitty your body was feeling at the moment: “Dear, I think I want to puke.”

So Mun’s footsteps stopped in their tracks at the announcement, not knowing whether he should laugh or panic. His head tilted to your face slightly even when he couldn’t really see how hard you were trying to hold your giggle: “As much as I love you, don’t you dare throw up on me, Y/n-ah.”

You burst out laughing. However, you soon toned down since your throat and stomach were honestly acting up lightly from the burning of liquor: “Just kidding, you’re too good-looking for me to do such a thing.”

“Oh, you little...”

“I know, I know. I love you too, So Munie.”

He smiles, his ears turning pink at your remarks, squeezing his hold on your thighs affectionately: “I love you too, sweetheart.”

The night breeze sighed through your hair, supplying a fresh source of air to your aching lungs. You can’t help but wish you could stay like this forever, on his back and savoring his warmth. 

“So… you basically freaked everyone out just because of those flavored sojus?”

Despite So Mun’s words sounding somewhat like he was investigating you, his tone felt more nonchalant and playful, obviously he was only intending to annoy you. This made you roll your eyes, though you actually felt a wave of guilt for accidentally scaring your entire fam shitless:

“At least I came to the conclusion that peach is the best, and green grape is overrated.”

“Yeah yeah, and prepare yourself for what comes next. Ms. Chu and Hana-noona are probably holding spatulas waiting for you to be back.”

You whined quietly, your throat still burning fairly and your head sore just from the image of getting scolded by the mommies of the group: “As my amazing and caring boyfriend, I think you should help me out of that.”

“Maybe you deserve to be taught a lesson.” So Mun chuckles. From this angle, you couldn’t see that there was a glint blazing in his dark chocolate irises, his voice softening almost as tender as a whisper, so hazy that you nearly mistaken his voice for a whistle of the night wind:

“All jokes aside, you really did scare me so bad, baby.”

It’s only logical that they were freaking out when you suddenly disappeared, especially in the middle of chaos where things escalated badly not long ago—they’ve come face-to-face with one of the evil spirits who wiped out the entire Chinese counter team. Hearing nothing from you at such wrong-timing times only drove them to assume the worst.

“I can’t even stand the mere thought of something happening to you… You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day if you keep this up.”

Hearing this made you secretly go in awe. You nuzzled your face into his hair, feeling his soft curls scratch against your skin. Your arms tightened around his neck as you whispered: “I’m sorry… this will never happen again, I promise.”

So Mun nuzzled his head back against your face in returning to your loving gesture, lifting you up slightly so that you were even more pressed against him: “It’s alright, as long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters."

He sent you one of his signature soft smiles, one that almost always beamed on his face whenever he caught a glimpse of you. While he carried you through the night, the streetlights on top of your heads glowing like stars: “The next time you plan on drinking, at least call me over so we can pass out drunk together.”

“And then get smacked on the head by the adults, hooray.”

“We’re also adults, Y/n…”

[cloudyyoimiya]

Hiiii :)

First of all, it's nice that you are back. I hope you had fun with your friend!

Secondly, I saw your post about wanting more Verlaine requests, so could I please request something for him? Maybe reader comforting him when he gets homesick for France? Headcannons or a scenario prehaps? You can choose if yandere or not.

Take your time and make sure to stay hydrated (it's scorching hot where I am 🥵) and have a great day/night!

i’m sorry i got to this late!! it’s been hot where i live too… i hate the weather here. its horrendous. anyways, thank you for requesting! i had fun writing this <3

A Taste of Home; Paul Verlaine

Format; Headcanons and scenario

Genre; Fluff

Possible warnings; None

Word count; 1123

Little note; Translations are at the bottom :)

Unedited.

Verlaine never thought that he was one to miss France. So many bad things had happened to him in that country, an example of it being his creation. But sometimes when he did think about his somewhat good memories, he would miss the culture of his homeland. He also missed speaking French because learning English was hard enough, but Japanese? He was too proud of admit that he struggled speaking in both languages.

One time you brought up purchasing an expensive bottle of wine from France to Verlaine, but his facial expression alone showed you that he was longing to go back to his homeland. You felt bad that he was unable to travel back to France due to his current situation in the Port Mafia’s basement, so you thought that you’d try to bring his culture back to him.

You looked up how to make French cuisine and French pastries. It was hard at first, but after enough practice while Verlaine wasn’t around, you eventually got the hang of it. Hopefully a taste of home would do him some good.

You also started to learn a little bit of French. Sometimes you could see how he struggled to form sentences that weren’t in his native tongue, so you thought that it would be a pleasant surprise for him to be able to speak comfortably in French.

Though you would have to admit, learning French was hard. The grammar is much different than how it is in English, and the way you pronounce certain letters gave you a little bit of trouble. Honestly, it’s surprising how your boyfriend didn’t hear you cursing late at night because you couldn’t figure out how to say certain words.  

By the time you set up your little surprise, you didn’t know how to speak French fluently, but you knew enough to hold up a small conversation.

…

You couldn’t help but be nervous as you finished up the final meal preparations. Recently, Verlaine has been showing signs of missing his homeland, France. For anyone else it would be hard to pick up on these signs because your boyfriend was rather stoic, but for you, it was quite clear to you.

You felt bad that he was unable to travel back to France due to his current situation with the mafia, but there wasn’t much you could do besides having him leave the mafia’s basement for a day or so.

As you were setting up the dinner table, you heard a knock on the door to your apartment. You quickly finished putting down the dining utensils and rushed to the door, straightening out your outfit as you did so. You then opened the door and looked up at Verlaine, offering him a small smile.

“Hello, my dear,” you said as you opened your door fully. “Come in, come in!”

Verlaine gave you a small smile of his own and entered your apartment. He then took out of the bouquet of roses that he was hiding behind his back and offered them to you. “Here, I got these for you.”

“Oh! They’re beautiful!” You exclaimed as you took the bouquet from his hands. You then took a small sniff of the roses and chuckled. “And they smell good too. Thank you, Paul.”

Verlaine simply nodded and he took off his coat. He placed it onto your coat rack then looked down at you, an awkward smile adorned his features. Despite all of the times he had bought you flowers, he was always scared of accidently messing up and getting you flowers you didn’t like.

Your boyfriend cleared his throat then started to speak gently. “I’m glad you like them. Anyways, you said you called me over for a date, right? What exactly will we be doing, chérie?”

“Ah, I just prepared some dinner is all,” you spoke as you went into the kitchen. You set down the roses onto your counter, then pulled out a vase from one of your many cabinets. “I think you’ll like it! I tried pretty hard to make it perfect.”

Verlaine walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin onto your shoulder. He silently watched as you prepared the roses of the vase. He was happy that you put so much care into the flowers, oddly enough.

“When was the last time you had coq au vin?” You suddenly asked as you put water into the vase.

Verlaine paused for a little bit, thinking. When he answered, he seemed a little bit unsure. “I’d have to say a few years ago. Why do you ask?”

“I made it for our dinner tonight,” you stated while putting the roses into the vase. You then gently took Verlaine’s arms off of you and walked over to the dining table. “I hope you like it! It took a little bit of trial and error, but I think it tastes good.”

Verlaine followed you and watched as you placed the vase of roses in the center of the dining room table. “You made coq au vin?”

“I did indeed. I noticed how you were starting to miss France, so that was the least I could do since I can’t physically bring you back to France.”

Your boyfriend let out a small chuckle and wrapped his arms around you once more, nuzzling into your neck. He was never one to show affection first, so this act was a pleasant surprise to you. You smiled as you hugged him back, content with the affection that Verlaine was showing.

“Je t'aime,” Verlaine murmured into your neck.

“Je t'aime aussi,” you said before you giggled.

Verlaine looked at you and quirked an eyebrow. “Tu parle Français?”

“Oui, mais seulement un peu,” you said with a smile. “Is my pronunciation okay?”

“It’s good for a beginner,” Verlaine chuckled. “Did you really do all of this for me? I find that hard to believe, chérie.”

“I really did do this all for you… I knew it’s not all that much, but it’s the thought that counts, right?”

“The thought very much counts,” Verlaine spoke as he kissed your cheek. “You’re adorable, chérie. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. Just think of it as showing you how much I love you.”

Verlaine nodded and stopped hugging you with a genuine smile on his face. “Then I shall think of it that way.”

“Good! Now, the food might be getting cold. C’mon, let’s go eat before I have to go throw it in the microwave to reheat it,” you giggled.

“Alright, alright. Let’s go eat then.” Verlaine gave you another kiss, but this time on your lips. “I love you, my dear. Thank you again for doing all of this for me.”

Translations;

Chérie—Dear

Je t’aime (aussi)—I love you (too)

Tu parle Français?—You speak French?

Oui, mais seulement un peu—Yes, but only a little

[nanakiwii]

STARDEW VALLEY HANNIGRAM???

What the actual-?!

Really????

The voices won.

I regret nothing.

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Prison was boring.

Being locked up, as Hannibal expected, was all about routine and schedule. You wake up, eat, shower and shit when they tell you to. Good behavior was the key to bring back some of his old life pleasures: books and music, for example, were some of those achievements he earned.

But, Hannibal sensed he still needed something, or, someone to fill this void he called existence. After three years of isolation and intense silence, Hannibal couldn't help but to dig in every interaction he shared with his beloved.

In the time while they were apart, Will - somehow - managed to get engaged and marry a faceless woman and, as much as it hurt Hannibal, he couldn't deny he was happy to see Will as desperate as himself to try to easy the pain of their distance.

The lack of human contact didn't do great to his temperament and Hannibal knew we was becoming more "sassy" as days passed. He was bored. The bliss of the attention he received by the media was gone for ages. He found every assumption of his "diagnose" wrong and very dumb. "If this is the proof of human brightness, then we're destined to live in darkness" he thought.

It was this boredom that made him poke Alana Bloom until he discovered a way to taunt Will and to end his sickening loneliness.

Stardew Valley.

Apparently, it was farming game he could play with friends and family. And who was Will if not a friend and part of his family? Well, Hannibal guessed he had to find a way to play this exquisite video game with his precious Will.

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~ Inspired by this horrendous comic I drew on the printscreen brush tool a long time ago while I was sleep deprived and very very bored.

Text:

Will: "What is this game about?"

Hannibal: "I suppose it's a farm game, Will."

Will: "And, why you wanna play with me?"

Hannibal: "Well, Alana commented about it, and I'm curious."

Will: "I don't believe you."

Hannibal: "Come on, Will. I'm locked and bored. Help me out."

Will: "Fine."

Later...

Will *behind a computer screen*: "I still don't know how you manage to have those things."

Hannibal *also behind a computer screen*: "I'm a very behaved prisoner."

Will: "..."

Will: "No, look, let's just play."

[Stardew Valley home screen]

Hannibal: "Soo much hair options."

Will: "Shut up."

Hannibal: "What do I put on 'favorite thing?'"

Hannibal: "Such a hard question!"

Will: "I wrote 'dogs'"

Hannibal: "Yeah, I suppose you did."

Will: "You want me to ask, don't you?"

Hannibal: "Ask what?"

Will: "What did you write?"

Hannibal: "Oh, hoho... You would be surprised."

Will: "If you say 'pork' I'll kill you."

Hannibal: "Then, you better pick a knife."

Will: "Fuck you and your cannibal jokes, Hannibal!"

Hannibal: "Me and my jokes."

[Hannibal's character building screen:

Name: Hannibal M.D

Farm Name: Hospital

Favorite Thing: Will Graham ]

End.

AGAIN: SORRY ABOUT THE MAJOR GRAMMAR AND ENGLISH ERRORS. I WAS HALF ASLEEP HALF ALIVE AND I NEEDED SOME CRACK FIC TO KEEP GOING!

I wanted to post it somewhere because I keep laughing alone about what I made and wanted to share with other people.

The art is shit, but someday I'll make something better (I probably won't. Will I?)

[obsoleteozymandias]

Hello!! May i have a request for matching up with Twisted Wonderland? (I always wonder who i matched with even though my characteristic is quite confusing to me).

My MBTI is INFP (  ＾∀＾)

Personality : Introvert and extrovert (people when i began to comfortable with), overwhelming person (i always get stressed out easily), nice-ish, shy person (whenever i tried to indroduced myself or having a conversation with a new people, i always get stuttered or will ends up confusing 😭), i'm also quite sensitive person (like whenever someone approach me without warning, i always get flinched and i easily get angry).

Likes : Musics (based on my mood hehe), games that is peaceful, drawing, painting, reading fiction, alone time in my room, people who is patient and understanding.

Dislike : Too sweet food or drinks, people who talking me back (i always feel insecure whenever i found out), insecurities (it's hunts me everytime qvq), crowd people/public speaking (cuz it's always makes my heart beat faster until i can't breath, and its really overwhelming).

Hobbies : Drawing (in digital and traditional), painting, singing alone in the room.

My favorite characters : I love Trey, Malleus, Jade, and Deuce!

♧ I'm so sorry for my english grammar is bad. Hope you have a great day! (^^)

No worries about grammar for you or anyone else who submits to me! I’m learning a second language and trust me, my grammar is absolutely horrendous. Also, new matchup layout!

== Twisted Wonderland ==>

I match you up with…

Trey Clover

Pre-relationship:

Trey and you have a relatively unassuming first meeting. I imagine it would be at one of the Heartslabyul parties. He’s a good baker, and, maybe seeing your dislike of sweets, he challenges himself to make something up to your tastes. 

He’s not put off by any of your awkwardness or hesitancy around people. He’s a vice housewarden, and thus is adept at welcoming and helping people of many kinds of personalities. 

He begins to fall for you after becoming very close friends. He feels comfortable around you, and loves that you are sensitive and kind to the people. 

Confession: 

He confesses to you after inviting you over to test some new desserts he was cooking. After he wipes some cream from your cheek, he can’t resist telling you how cute you are, and how happy he would be to let you eat his treats - made just for you - every day. For as long as you would have hime. 

Relationship:

Even in a relationship, he can be parental and a bit of a fuss over you. He wants you to be safe and happy alongside him at all times. 

He even checks to make sure you’re brushing your teeth correctly. What a freak!

He also likes when you sing for him. He can always appreciate a good musical talent, and he especially adores hearing songs from the voice of the person he loves. 

[iwaasfairy]

Was that anon asking how you use uppercase letters when writing fics? If so that confuses me because I feel like writing in all lowercase would be harder??

Autocorrect is everywhere, and even devices without autocorrect, all those grammar correction options always have improper spelling (lowercase where it shouldn't be lowercase included) with red or blue underlines and I just feel like that would drive me crazy? Not to mention, I'm dyslexic and I've been reading with uppercase inclusion my entire life, so without it I always misread a lot of things because even with proper punctuation, I'll miss the start of a sentence, or I won't notice when a character's name is being mentioned.

I don't get full lowercase fics or writing.... it feels like a fad that everyone decided to jump on because a few big writers tried it out. A lot of people seems to like it so there's not much I can do or say about it, obviously demanding they stop is as delusional as the whiny minors telling people not to write dc.... but I'm not scared to at least say I don't like it, I just tolerate it because I don't want to give up fanfiction.

I don't think they were talking about that, at least I took it as them asking whY i tYPe lIKE ThiS SOMETiMES; but if they mean it like how you're saying? gonna be real honest with you chief, I didn't spend years learning how to write properly in English to then throw any and all proper punctuation out the window.

and i also just think it's ugly KJHgcdystgfydtg sorry to those who like the tiny letter no punctuation fics but I think they read horrendously

[woeismywaffle]

Ya'll ever think that maybe Pharma's mentioned raging hate boner for Decepticons stems from the fact that he may have actually, once, believed in them?

Keep in mind tho that I haven't actually really read the IDW comics since they're really long and I'm really lazy but i've read through enough fanfiction and wiki entires + obsessed over Pharma to get a rough-ish idea of the main plot(is there one?? Feels like it)

Pharma's was born forged, which obivously gives him more advantages over those who were born cold-constructed but he was still a flight-frame and they don't seem to have that much social standing in canon either so if it wasn't for his magic medic hands he would probably not have been treated too well.

But whose to say he had a smooth run though? He was apparently 'famous for being forged' which sorta implies that the people didn't actually believe that a flight-frame like him could be born a medic. Pharma probably had to fight tooth and nail(mostly metaphorically but fanfic writers are free to go crazy on that) to prove himself as a good medic, which probably also led to his whole 'I'm a better doctor than you!!' thing he had going on with Ratchet.

With all these factors combined he was probably a little bit more supportive of the rising voices that claimed the caste system to be stupid than others were, maybe it even gave him a tiny bit of hope for a better tomorrow.

But of course, all of that came tumbling down for him when he realized that the Decepticons weren't really out for true freedom or justice, they just wanted to be ones in charge instead of the Senate.

Probably hurt by this, Pharma decided that the Decepticon cause was bullshit and went to join the Autobots because there was no one else better to join with and being a neutral probably wouldn't soothe his seething hate boner enough.

The whole fiasco with the DJD on Messatine also definitely didn't help with it and instead amplified it.

Mayhaps having to submit to Tarn, a literal physical symbol of the Decepticon's Cause, with his whole hate for Decepticons deteriorated his mental state even more which helpfully factored into the whole Red Rust shenanigan that happened.

[so-you-melted-22]

i’m reading some of my old writing and fuck is it weird!!! who writes in a past-first-person?! why did i do that?! it’s not even that the general ideas behind the stories are weird, it’s just that i couldn’t even fucking write semi-okay dialouge wich makes everything seem so unpersonal and distant!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

[tsunderedoctor]

Hiiiiii, i want to ask for a match up 🥺🥰💝

I'm an INFJ and my zodiac sign is scorpion.

I'm kinda competitive, in academic field. I mean i love my friends soooo much, but grade is my priority somehow. I love books and everything feminine. Pink is my love, and girly clothes is my addiction. I think flowers are beautiful, especially peonies.

I have some issues with my family but i still adore them. And i will fight whoever hurts my beloved. Like i not really strong but i can punch you at the face if you're mean to them.

Oh, i have a not so little secret. I have a tendency to fall for women or older men. I think everyone is pretty in their own ways and i hate body shaming or face shaming.

I consider myself a feminist. But i still want to be loved and treated like a little princess. Buuuuuuut, other days i want them to see me as a confident lady.

I want to pursue my education path and master some foreign language.

Thank you dear, and i'm sorry for my bad grammar. I'm not a good english user.

Have a nice day.💗

No, no you did perfect!! Thank you, baby!!

Doflamingo 

As soon as you mentioned liking older men and having some family issues, you know I had to pull the Doffy card (lol). This man is the personification of the older man who has a young thing on his arm! You two are literally meant for each other; between the similar likes, supporting your found families, and the desire to be loved by each other. 

He can be a bit temperamental, but ideally this man is nothing more than a hurt child trying to act tough. You just have to learn how to work his boundaries and walls in order to get in. Once you are in, you won’t be leaving anytime soon. Despite his bachelor life, he’s a love or die kind of man and will expect you to be just as loyal (even more).

Has no problem treating you like a little princess and calling you sweet pet names when he’s in a good mood. He likes your feisty side and finds it funny when you attack someone who harms your loved ones. Just make sure those fists never face him and you’ll be golden~!

Pudding

Pudding is another great match! She falls in love hard and seeing that you are against face shaming and body shaming, she truly believes she is beautiful in your eyes. She can be just as violent when it comes to protecting those she loves, so she is by your side when the going gets tough! 

She can also be a princess, but she has no problem treating you like one, in actually she does that anyway. I can imagine you both in matching cute dresses just being the perfect couple that you are! 

This lovely lady has a horrendous family, so knowing that you understand makes her feel more comfortable telling you about her issues. Totally doesn’t have fantasies of running away with you and just eloping, nah she will never admit that-

Stussy

Our last lovely lady! You might not think much of her, but she is a great candidate based off your personality type and values! We don’t know much about her past other than she was placed in the CP-9 just like the others. So I like to think she was an orphan of sorts and has her own family issues, so she understands what it means to feel out of place and will empathize with you!

This classy lady will also treat you with dignity and grace with no problem, as long as you do the same to her of course! I like to think she is also quite a feminist and has no problem fighting men, so you two will get along well! 

Overall she is a great catch and you will win her heart slowly and steady! Once you do though, there is no turning back, she can be a bit possessive and loves only you!

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

A Broken Heart Collector

by 0_Ello_0

In this world, humans are able to transfer their minds to younger forms (people) and essentially live forever.

Many people have raised questions about how morally ‘correct’ doing this is.

-

Wilbur’s 25 and wants to transfer. The younger form is quite tall, a few inches shorter than Wilbur, he has messy blonde hair and blue eyes.

As soon as the elder meets the kid he suddenly changes his mind.

-

This isnt a very good summery sorry about that :] Also titles from the song ‘My Ted Talk’ by mxmtoon because i was vibing to it

Words: 1160, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: How Do I Tag, Fluff, change of heart, Mind Control, Kinda, theres no mind transfer tag :(, i dont have a beta reader and i cant read, Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Not Related, No Romance, No Romance Involving TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), No Angst, .. so far ;), Author Is Sleep Deprived, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, TELL ME IF A NEED A TAG OR WARNING !!!, Wilbur Soot-centric, my writing’s dull ;), MY TAGGING IS HORRENDOUS 😭😭, theyre both AROUND the same age as irl, Inner Dialogue, dialogue isnt good cause ive never really written it, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, No Smut, No Slash, characters arent well written, sorry about that btw, Bad Spelling & Grammar

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/40724829

[mrsamaroevans]

I Like You A Lot

Fandom: Mayans M.C.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Reader.

Request: #23 from Hamilton with Miguel 😍😍😍 maybe fluffy, if you’re feeling it. —whoaitslucyy-blog

Words: 868.

Warnings: None.

A/N: Guys, I’m loving all your Miguel’s requests, seriously!!! They bring me back to life in this quarantine thing! —English is not my first language, so, sorry if there are grammar mistakes or if the redaction is poor. *Gif is not mine*

|| MY MASTERLIST ||

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The fabric of your dress moved as you turned around at the end of the song. Your laugh was the most beautiful sound Miguel has ever heard and even with the music and people chatting, your laugh was the only thing he could hear.

He saw you slapping one of your cousin's chest, and he smiled when he saw you smiling.

"This is getting uncomfortable for me to watch"

Miguel looked at his friend and pretended he didn't know what he was talking about, the groom chuckled as soon as he saw that.

"I know you like my sister for a long time now, Mickey," he said and looked at the dance floor where you were still dancing "And even though it's gross... you should go after her"

"You're really saying that?" Miguel asked your brother, raising one of his eyebrows "You? The one who told me years ago that your sister was forbidden for me?"

Your brother smiled "Look, I had to protect her when she was younger, but she's old enough to do whatever she wants now..."

"She also was old enough when she was twenty-two"

"Yeah, whatever... She doesn't need me anymore to kick you in the balls if you hurt her, now she can do it by herself"

"I think she always could," Miguel said, and both men burst into laughter.

"Yeah, you're right" your brother nodded "Go with her"

Your brother crossed the dance floor and grabbed your cousin by the arm telling him he needed to talk to him. At the beginning you protested, telling him to go away with his bride but in the end, he won and took your cousin away from you.

You were about to go to your table for a drink when Miguel grabbed your arm "I see you wanna keep dancing"

You looked at him and shrugged "It all depends, you're gonna be my new partner?"

"You want me to be?"

You smiled and let him guide you back to the place you were dancing a minute before "I thought you weren't coming" you confessed leaning to his ear so he could hear you above all the noise of the party.

"Why?" He asked, doing the same as you, so your bodies were barely apart from each other.

"Well, I've heard you've been busy on the other side of the border," You said, "How's the business going?"

"Is going fine" He nodded "But I don't wanna talk about the business"

"You never want to talk about that" you smiled at him "You're a mystery, Mr. Galindo"

Miguel smiled with that damn smile that made your knees go weak every time, that smile that let you know he was so proud of hearing those words.

He was so arrogant like that, and you loved it.

“I meant: I want to talk about us” he said.

“Us?” You asked and Miguel nodded. Made you turn and once you were facing him again, he placed a hand on your waist to pull you closer to him “There’s even an ‘us’?”

“C’mon, you’re gonna tell me what happened in your brother’s engagement party was nothing?” Miguel asked while his hand was moving to your lower back.

You looked at him surprised that he brought up that event “It happened once and it happened almost a year ago… I’ve dated other people and I’m pretty sure you also did, so, you tell me… it meant something?”

“The only thing I know is that all the other people meant nothing”

You knew Miguel since you were born. Your family and his had been friends for a long time now and Miguel and your brother grew up as brothers; with Nestor, they used to call themselves “Los Tres Mosqueteros” [The Three Musketeers]. They were older than you, and while they were kids, you used to be the princess they had to save from the horrendous dragon, until one day, you decided you were tired of being the damsel in distress.

The teenage years came and you weren’t that close to them anymore. You went to school and had your own group of friends as they went into the phase of being total jerks.

When Miguel left for college and the boys were just a little bit more mature, you went to say your goodbyes to him and you never saw each other until he came back.

It was your brother’s twenty-fourth birthday and when Miguel saw you, he saw that the little princess they used to save was gone. You were twenty-two by then and he got obsessed with you just as you got obsessed with him.

“(Y/n), I know you know that I like you a lot” he said, placing a finger in your chin to make you look at him “And the sexual tension it feels every time we’re in the same room, makes me think you like me the same”

You chuckled and nodded “Yeah, Miguel, I also like you a lot” you both smiled “But, is my brother going to be fine with this? Not that I care his opinion, though”

“He’s going to be fine” Miguel nodded and he took your smile like an open invitation to kiss you.

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[onepiecehcs]

(Hopefully this time i didn't misunderstand) So about those languages in One Piece Please share all your hcs because i, too, love the topic! And would love to read aboit it and discuss and share ideas and- (I mean. Only if you want to share them, of course. Sorry for barging in and bothering you tho ^^°)

Alright I checked my notes on this and remembered that I made language hc’s for the The Whole Gang. So this is essentially just me going on a tangent. Also, I didn’t go and make up some languages, this is taking the thought “what if stuff like French existed in the One Piece universe” and running with it.

Robin knows how to say “I apologize on behalf of my crew” in sixteen languages.

Luffys crew ends up picking up Portuguese, since he’s constantly forgetting words in English. None of them are completely fluent, but whenever Ace or Sabo swings on by for a visit they sometimes get lessons, since they’ve got the patience to sit down and teach it, unlike Luffy. (As Luffys brothers they of course speak it fluently.)

Both Ace and Sabo are multilingual.

- Sabo grew up with English and Portuguese, and because of his privileged education he has some French in that mix too. He’s not as good at it though, since he ran away from home very young.

- And since Ace is very dear to me we are politely ignoring that one time he got a burning fist through the tits, which means that the Wb crew are introduced to the Strawhats and Sabo.

- And boy is that a spectacle.

Law is German.

- He and Robin sometimes have lengthy discussions in the language, but it doesn’t get too wordy on Robins side since she’s much better at French and Italian.

- Her German skills get considerably better during the alliance.

Vivi teaches Nami Arabic, and Nami teaches her wife Swedish.

- Namis first language is swedish, but since she grew up traveling a lot she has trained away her accent. But she will probably slip back into it when stressed or mad.

- Luffy thinks it sounds hilarious. (He’s right, it does.)

The inhabitants of Zou have their own native language that is solely spoken there. When they speak English, their accent is some kind of mix between Spanish and. Something else, no one can really tell.

Franky is the only one on the Strawhat crew whose first language is English.

- He also speaks Fishman. Tom taught both him and Iceburg, but both of them have horrendous accents.

Robins Russian accent is only clearly heard if you know it’s there.

- But once in a blue moon she loses her temper, and all the flowing grammar and beautiful pronunciation goes completely out the window.

One of the only instances you can see Luffy cut himself off in the middle of a sentence is when he can’t find the right word for something.

Zoro cannot for the life of him comprehend French.

- Whenever he hears Sanji speaking it he just sorta short circuits.

- “How does a human being make those sounds without choking on their own tongue??”

Thanks to Mihawk Zoro can call someone an imbecile in Spanish, and like, three (3) colours.

- He’s still learning, it’s a work in progress.

Chopper and Ace speak Canadian French, both at different levels of coherency.

- Ace is older, and grew up with Garp teaching him, while Chopper is 15 and focused more on medical studies than language.

- (Don’t ask me to explain my train of thought with that one, I just like the thought of Rouge speaking French ok.)

- Chopper needs some practise, so whenever Ace stops by they speak it as much as possible. Sanji looks on in confusion.

Both Kidd and Killer are Scottish, and Luffy did a double take the first time he met Kidd because he didn’t hear what the fuck he said a first.

Sabo is freakishly good at imitating accents, the Strawhats think it’s the funniest thing.

- Like one of them will say something in their accent, and Sabo can without fail mirror it back.

Whitebeard has an English accent. (I think @chromiwrites can go into more detail, if you wanna know more)

- He does his absolute best to learn as many of his sons languages as he can, so he’s basically a walking dictionary by the time he’s 60.

Marco probably knows Latin.

- His siblings hear him talking something that none of them really know, so it’s definitely a dead language.

The ASL trio know ASL. The fluency differs, but they can all hold a decent conversation.

- Ace, Luffy and Sabo learning about the existence of American Sign Language: !!!

- Robin and Law probably know a bit too.

[hd-learns-korean]

Musical Monday: Week 5!

Hey all! I hope everyone is doing Ok. Today I’m back with another musical Monday. This song is another recommendation and I think it’s great! Thank you so much for the fab song choice! 🥳

Song: New by Yves (Loona) 

Genre: Definite K-pop

My thoughts on the song: What a great summer bop is all I can say! Just the jam I was looking for. (God I sound so old!🤦‍♀️ )

 Just a note: I’ve used a few more Naver dictionary examples in this post  - Reason for this is because I know that I’m a langblr and I’m not a native speaker of Korean, so for study posts I wanna make sure that I at least get a couple of things right. Also you will be able to spot my own example sentences A MILE OFF! I mean I think if I said my own examples in real life I’d for sure get laughed at! 😅 

So if you spots any mistakes lemme know so I can fix ‘em! Thanks guys! 

Ok everybody Lets get this study train started! Hoot Hoot! 

👀뜨다 – 1.)To open one’s eyes/ to be awakened 2.) to hear/ to catch/ to understand

🎁Present Tense:  떠, 떠요, 뜹니다

⏰Past Tense: 떴어, 떴어요, 떴습니다

🔮Future Tense: 뜰 거야, 뜰 거예요, 뜰 겁니다

👀👀바라보다 1.) to look/ to watch/ to stare 2.) to hope

🎁Present Tense: 바라봐, 바라봐요, 바라봅니다

⏰Past Tense: 바라봤어, 바라봤어요, 바라봤습니다

🔮Future Tense: 바라볼 거야, 바라볼 거예요, 바라볼 겁니다

하늘을 바라보다 to look up at the sky

✨😎눈부시다 1.) dazzling/ glaring/ blinding 2.) be brilliant/ be gorgeous

🎁Present Tense:  눈부십니다,  눈부셔요, 눈부셔, 

⏰Past Tense: 눈부셨어, 눈부셨어요, 눈부셨습니다

🔮Future Tense: 눈부시겠어,  눈부시겠어요,  눈부시겠습니다

Examples from Naver:

눈부신 태양 the glaring sun

눈부신 재능 splendid talents

🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️다가가다 to approach/ to go near 2.) to get close/ to become close

🎁Present Tense: 다가가, 다가가요, 다가갑니다

⏰Past Tense: 다가갔어, 다가갔어요, 다가갔습니다

🔮Future Tense: 다가갈 거야, 다가갈 거예요, 다가갈 겁니다

Examples I found on Naver: 

다가가 말하다 approach and speak

창가로 다가가다 approach the window seat

💫되다 1.) to become 2.) to change into 3.) to reach/ attain/ pass 4.) measure/ total/ amount to 5.) be done/ be completed 6.) consist of/ be composed of 7.) be enough/ be sufficient 8.) run out of 9.) grow

🎁Present Tense: 돼, 돼요, 됩니다

⏰Past Tense: 됐어, 됐어요, 됐습니다

🔮Future Tense: 될 거야, 될 거예요, 될 겁니다

Examples: I found these on Naver

2에 3을 더하면 5가 된다 two and three makes five

요리가 다 되었다 cooking is done

물질은 원자로 되어 있다 matter is composed of atoms

백 원만 있으면 됩니다 a hundred won will be enough

연료가 다 되었다 the gasoline (fuel) has run out

버릇이 되다 grow into a habit

부자가 되다 become rich

봄이 되었다 spring has come

🎨물들다 – 1.) to be dyed/ to be tinged 2.) to be influenced/ to be affected

Examples I found on Naver: 

그녀의 두 뺨이 붉게 물들었다 her cheeks turned red.

악에 물들다 be infatuated with evil

습관에 물들다 fall into a habit.

🥤채우다 1.) to fill up/ pack up 2/) serve out/ meet/ make/ fulfil

🎁Present Tense: 채워, 채워요, 채웁니다

⏰Past Tense: 채웠어, 채웠어여, 채웠습니다

🔮Future Tense: 채울 거야, 채울 거예요, 채울 겁니다 

Examples I found on Naver:

병에 물을 채우다 fill up a bottle with water

빈칸을 채우다 fill in the blanks

계약 기간을 채우다 see one’s contract through

🙅‍♀️🙅‍♂️💰초라하다 to be shabby/ poor/ humble 2.) to be insignificant/ pathetic

Examples I found on Naver

초라한 옷 shabby clothes

초라하게 살다 to be badly off

🍨달콤하다 1.) sweet 2.) honeyed/ sugared

Examples I found on Naver: 

맛이 달콤하다 to taste sweet

달콤한 말 sweet talk

달콤하게 말하다 talk in a wheedling tone

달콤한 말에 넘어가다 fall for somebody’s sweet talk

달콤한 미소 a sweet smile

🌺🌼🌻피어나다 1.) To bloom 2.) to rekindle, burn again 3.) come back to life 4.) Get better

Examples I found on naver: 

꽃이 피어나다 flowers bloom

My example: 봄과 여름에서 꽃이 피어나다. Flowers bloom in spring and summer.

⬅➡다르다 different/ dissimilar

Examples I found on naver: 

다른 방법은 없다 there’s no other choice

약간 다르다 slightly different/ somewhat different

완전히 다르다 completely different

다른 different, dissimilar, unlike anything else

🔦비추다 1.) shine a light 2.) reflected 3.) compare with/ check with 4.) drop a hint

🎁Present Tense:비춰, 비춰요, 비춥니다

⏰Past Tense: 비췄어, 비췄어요, 비췄습니다

🔮Future Tense: 비출 거야, 비출 거예요, 비출 겁니다

Examples I found on Naver: 

불빛이 비추다 the light shines

햇볕이 비추다 the sun shines

촛불을 비추다 light a candle

속마음을 비추다 show one’s innermost thoughts

🤷‍♀️묻다 1.) ask/inquire 2.) blame

🎁Present Tense: 물어/ 묻어, 물어요/묻어요, 묻습니다

⏰Past Tense: 물었어/ 묻었어, 물었어요/ 묻었어요, 물었습니다/ 묻었습니다

🔮Future Tense: 물을 거야/ 묻을 거야, 물을 거예요/ 묻을 거예요, 물을 겁니다/ 묻을 겁니다. 

Side note grammar form: ~에게 묻다 ask me ….

My own examples:

미나 씨, 도움이 필요하면 저에게 물어보세요. Mina if you need any help, ask me.

🥶차갑다 1.)cold/ chilly/ icy 2.) be cold- hearted

🎁Present Tense: 차가워, 차가워요, 차갑습니다

⏰Past Tense: 차가웠어, 차가웠어요, 차가웠습니다 

🔮Future Tense: 차가울 거야, 차가울 거예요, 차가울 겁니다

Examples I found on Naver: 

커피가 차갑게 식었다 the coffee has turned cold

그는 나의 질문에 차갑게 대답했다 he answered my questions coldly

얼음처럼 차가운 as cold as ice

차가운 눈으로 쳐다보다 look at a person coldly

날씨가 차갑다 the weather is cold

차갑게 굴다 behave coldly

🏃‍♀️🏃‍♂️뛰다 1.) run/ dash 2.) Jump/ skip/ hop 3.) soar/ skyrocket

🎁Present Tense: 뛰어, 뛰어요, 뜁니다

⏰Past Tense: 뛰었어, 뛰었어요, 뛰었습니다

🔮Future Tense: 뛸 거야, 뛸 거예여, 뛸 겁니다

Examples I found on Naver: 

전속력으로 뛰다 run as fast as one can go

최근에 휘발유 가격이 많이 뛰었다 The price of petrol has shot up recently.

기뻐서 뛰다 jump for joy

🤝닿다 1.) touch/ reach/ brush 2.) arrive/ get 3.) connections with a person

🎁Present Tense: 닿아, 닿아요, 닿습니다

⏰Past Tense: 닿았어, 닿았어요, 닿았습니다

🔮Future Tense: 닿을 거야, 닿을 거예요, 닿을 겁니다

Examples I found on Naver: 

천장에 닿다 reach to the ceiling

서울에 닿다 arrive in Seoul

손에 닿다 reach one’s hand

표면에 닿다 touch a surface

🤸‍♀️🤸‍♂️뻗다 1.) Reach 2.) stretch 3.) expand 4.) informal meaning ‘knocked out’ / sprawl out

🎁Present Tense: 뻗어, 뻗어요, 뻗습니다

⏰Past Tense: 뻗었어, 뻗었어요, 뻗었습니다

🔮Future Tense: 뻗을 거야, 뻗을 거예요, 뻗을 겁니다

다들 술에 취해 뻗어 있었다 Everyone was drunk and out of it/ everyone was sprawled out drunk. (Sounds like a good old English work party then?!) 

하늘로 뻗다 stretch out into the sky.

🥰맘 1.) personality 2.) mind 3. )feeling

Examples I found on Naver

맘이 넓다. Have a broad heart

맘이 좋다 I feel good

고운 맘 a tender heart

미안한 맘 feeling sorry

맘이 무겁다 to have a heavy heart

맘이 불안하다 to feel uneasy

맘을 가라앉히다 settle one’s mind

맘을 풀다. Blow one’s mind

My own examples:

‘부장님의 말 듣기후에, 저는 맘이 불안했습니다.’ After listening to the manager, I felt uneasy.

좋은 뉴스를 듣기후에, 저는 지금 맘을 가라앉히 수 있어요. After listening to the good news, I can calm down now.

내 남자친구는 고운 맘 있어요. My boyfriend has a sweet heart.

🤏겨우 1.) barely/ narrowly 2.) only, just, nearly, no more, at most

Examples I found on Naver:

겨우겨우 살아가다 barely make ends meet/ keep the wolf from the door

이제 겨우 7시다 it’s only seven o’clock

겨우 달아나다 barely escape

겨우 달래다. Barely appease

😘😏유혹 Temptation/ lure/ allurement

Examples I found on Naver: 

유혹적인 제의 an inviting/ seductive offer

유혹을 견디다 resist temptation

유혹에서 벗어나다 free oneself from temptation

🖐👏🤟짓 1.) act 2.) motion/ wave/ gesture

Examples I found on Naver: 

바보 같은 짓 하지 마라 don’t act like a fool

손짓 a wave

눈짓 a look

🔝위 1.)  top 2.) superior authority

Examples I found on Naver: 

위를 보세요 look above (you)

그 책은 선반 위에 있다 the book is on the shelf

저는 위에서 시키는 대로 했을 뿐입니다 I only follow orders from above/ I just did what they told me to do.

위에 above/ over

맨 위의 the uppermost

🤏🤏점점 gradually/ increasingly

Examples I found on Naver:

점점 더 워지다 be getting hotter

길은 점점 험해졌다 the road became steeper and steeper

점점 희미해지다 fade away

⏰그때 1.) that time/ those days 2.) at the time

Examples I found on Naver: 

좋아요, 그럼 그때 봐요 okay, I’ll see you then.

마침 그때 just at the moment

그때까지 by that time/ theretofore

처럼 like/ as though/ as if

I found these examples on Naver

돈을 물처럼 쓰다 spend money like water

평소처럼 as usual

그는 억만장자나 된 것처럼 말한다 he talks as if he’s a billionaire

너처럼 just like you

🤷‍♀️🤷‍♂️듯 – a  noun that indicates the speakers guess

I found these examples on Naver

알 듯 말 듯 like I know or not

사실인 듯 이야기하다 speak as if it were true

할 듯 말 듯 like it’s going to do

공기 1.) air 2.) atmosphere

Examples I found on Naver: 

공기를 들이마시다 breathe in/ inhale

공기의 aerial

상큼한 공기 cool crisp air

오염된 공기 polluted air

💖심장 1.) heart 2.) nerve/ cheek/ guts

Examples I found on Naver: 

심장이 빠르게 뛰었다 my heart was pounding

심장의 cardiac

심장이 강하다 be bold/ be cheeky

심장이 약하다 be timid/ faint-hearted

👸🤴당당히 1.) fairly, squarely, grandly, bravely 2.) in a dignified manner/ with pomp and glory

당당히 행동하다 act with confidence

기세가 당당하다 be in high – spirits

⏰순간 A moment / an instant

Examples I found on Naver: 

감동적인 순간 a touching moment

겁나는 순간 a scary moment

긴장된 순간 a tense moment

재미있는 순간 a funny moment

짧은 순간 a brief moment

순간적인 momentary

🌞태양 the sun

태양의 solar

🌋🔥타버린 burnt – out

🧭새벽녘 around dawn/ towards dawn

🔍거울 mirror

Examples I found on Naver:

손거울 hand mirror

전신거울 full-size mirror

백미러 rearview mirror

거울을 보다 Look into a mirror

My examples: 오늘은 시장에서 예쁜 손거울이 샀어요. I bought a pretty hand mirror at the market today.

😁얼굴 Face

Example I found on Naver: 

얼굴을 씻다 wash own face

얼굴을 찡그리다 grimace/ frown/scowl

각진 얼굴 angular shaped face

계란형 얼굴 oval shaped face

둥근 얼굴 round shaped face

My examples: 그 배우는 정말 각진 얼굴이 있지! 그는 광대뼈들은 칼 같아요!   The actor has such an angular face! His cheekbones are like knives! (Sorry, sorry I know my examples are kinda out there...but daymn this imaginary actor sounds SHARP!) 

🤷‍♀️🤷‍♂️누구 1.) who 2.) somebody’s 3.) I

Examples I found on Naver: 

누구 차례입니까? Whose turn is it?

누구 놀리니? Are you kidding me?

누구 앞에서 함부로 입을 놀려? You have no idea who you're talking to (A little bit of a sass mouth *snap snap*)

There we go guys another weeks study list completed! I hope you guys had fun reading it and find it helpful for studying with. Just a heads up though, I’m still a beginner so my translations may be a little rusty! Thank God for Naver dictionary and it’s plentiful examples! Also for all the words I break down here, I recommend searching for them on the Naver dictionary cos there a ton more examples and example sentences. 

I have also used Verbix to help find the verb conjugations. 

Right I’m off now to sing this song again  into my wooden spoon and pretend I’m in a 노래방. (I’m so sorry neighbours! Please forgive me for my horrendous singing!) 😅

Happy Studying! x 

Gifs: are not created by me. All credit should go to the original creators. I just found the gifs on tumblr. 

[latestageyouth]

Tutoring Session

oof okay so here you have a human au with dyscalculic Logan and dysgraphic Virgil because I can (note that I do not know any dysgraphic people and that Logan’s dyscalculia is based on my experience with it)

Pairings: one-sided analogical, background anxceit

Word count: 1,580

Warnings: deceit but he’s not in there for the most part, one-sided love I guess

Summary: Logan gets a tutor and catches feelings, then The Sad ensures

Logan sighed, "Are you sure I need tutoring?" he rubbed his hand uncomfortably, shifting in the driver's seat of his brother's car.

"Logan, you're failing your classes, yes, you need tutoring," Damon put his hand on the shorter one's shoulder, "Now get out, you're already late."

Logan stepped out of the car, getting out his phone as it buzzed. He heard the car pull out of the driveway and drive off as he checked his messages:

im here

nd ur late

He didn't bother typing out a response. Logan put the phone back into his pocket and opened the door to the library. Ruth, the librarian, glanced up at him and smiled, "Good day, Logan, nice to see you again so soon. Out of murder mysteries already?"

"No, I am supposed to have a tutoring session here, but thank you," Logan returned the smile and walked closer to the counter.

"Now, why would such a smart boy need tutoring?"

Logan felt a surge of panic flood him, quickly making up an excuse, good thing he learned from Damon, "No, I am supposed to tutor them."

Ruth quietly chuckled, "I see then, I think you're looking for the boy in the back. He's been sitting here for a few minutes now."

"Ah, yes, thank you, Ruth, I should get going," Logan walked through the towering shelves, looking at some people sitting against them, books discarded around them. Some of them were taking notes, some were reading, some were on their phone.

He reached the tables, most of them empty or with a large group of people. There were only a few with one or two people. Logan glanced around and tried to figure out who the tutor could be.

"You're late."

The deep voice behind him made Logan jerk and look around. Huh, the guy looked quite familiar, perhaps he saw him in the school or when he walked into Damon's room while he was having friends over. Nevertheless, that didn't make him any less intimidating, "I, uh, I apologize, it won't happen again."

The punk scoffed, "Yeah, I hope so. Look, just because Damon asked me to tutor you doesn't mean I will," he walked past Logan and over to an empty table with a few books on it. Logan followed, sitting opposite to the taller male.

Logan glanced at the covers of a few of the books, furrowing his eyebrows, "Most of these are from the 9th and 8th-grade curriculum."

"Well yeah, you gotta build up the basics," the pale man shrugged, pulling out a notebook out of his bag along with a pen titled 'notes' in messy handwriting.

Logan scoffed and rolled his eyes, "This is ridiculous," embarrassment and annoyance already building up in his chest. The punk didn't seem to be phased, other than raising his eyebrows, opening the notebook and sliding it across the table to Logan.

"Can you solve any of this?" Logan looked at a bunch of equations, none of them made sense to him. He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to find the easiest to solve, but the numbers seemed to be just a bunch of random symbols that he could vaguely recognize. He knew them. He understood them, the teacher explained it to him multiple times. He should know this. The other one sighed, "That's what I thought," he slid the notebook back and Logan watched his only chance to escape this hell slide away into the taller man's hands.

"Fine, you win, I am bad at math," Logan refused to look at the other, instead looking down at the empty spot where the notebook once was.

"You're not bad at math, you have dyscalculia."

That's even worse, Logan thought. Why couldn't he just get a normal tutor? Oh, right, he already tried that, but then his parents either couldn't afford it so he had to get a cheaper one, or the tutor 'just wasn't used to tutoring someone with a learning disability'. He hated when people called it that. Technically, he knows there's so shame in having one, but he just can't help but feel that other's view him at 'stupid' or 'lazy' because of it. He tries, he really does. He excels in history, has a B+ in economics, the English teacher uses his papers as an example of perfect grammar, but he just has to have an F in algebra and geometry. He just had to have a D in chemistry.

Fingers with black nail polish snap in front of his face, "Hey, specs, you listening?"

"Uh, yes, of course. I apologize," Logan adjusted his glasses, "What were you saying?"

"I asked you what you wanna start with," the punk put a hand under his chin and squinted his eyes, "I would pick the one you struggle the least with."

"I suppose, geometry it is then."

The other's eyes widened a bit at that, "You, uh, you sure specs?" the hand that wasn't supporting his head began fiddling with the pen. Logan nodded. The taller one opened the notebook and filtered through a few of the pages until finally settling on an empty one. He clicked the pen, then paused for a second before bringing it to the page and writing what Logan thought was a math problem. After he repeated the process a few times, he flipped the notebook to face Logan, "Alright, the first three should be fine for an 8th grader. So, the first one is a graph-"

"Yes, I can see that but your handwriting is just horrendous, I can't read anything," Logan glanced over the page, the problems being randomly scattered across the page, completely ignoring the lines, being shaky in some places and words misspelled. One would think a 3rd grader wrote this.

The pale one looked away, somehow growing even paler if Logan could see correctly, "Well, yeah I guess, I have dysgraphia. I can dictate it to you if you wanna..."

It was Logan's turn to be shocked, "Oh, I apologize. I didn't know, uhh..." Logan wondered at the other's name, realizing that neither he or his brother told him.

"Virgil, it's Virgil."

"What a charming name..." Logan mumbled in a barely audible voice before he could stop himself. He hopes Virgil didn't hear it. If he did, he does not mention it, "Y-yes, as I was saying, I am sorry. Virgil."

Virgil looked at the notebook, "Yeah, it's whatever, I'm used to it. I could, like, dictate it to you and you could write it? That'll kill to flies with one rock," he reached his hand with the pen in it over to Logan, waiting for him to take it.

Logan's lips twitched up involuntarily for a moment, before taking the pen in his hand, "Yes, I suppose that would be satisfactory," he bought over Virgil's notebook, turning to a clear page, "So, could you repeat the problems?"

Virgil smiled, what a sight to see, "Right so, the first one is a graph..." Virgil leaned on the table as Logan wrote. Seeing such clear handwriting was kinda cool. They sent the rest of the session doing geometry, only touching on algebra by the end.

Logan averted his head from the worksheet Virgil had brought when he heard his phone buzz, "Sorry, just a second," he unlocked the phone, reading a text from Damon.

times up, L, i am here to save u.

"It's from Damon, looks like the session is over," Logan said to Virgil as he typed out a response before turning his phone off:

Just a minute.

"Damn, it really is late. Well, guess I'll see you later specs, remind your mom to pay me," he looked up to find Virgil doing the two-finger salute and walking away.

"Logan."

Virgil stopped and turned around, "What?" he raised an eyebrow.

"My name. It's Logan."

Virgil smirked, "Yeah, specs, I already know," he already turned on his heel and walked away behind the bookshelves before Logan could say another thing. Speaking of Logan, he had begun walking to the exit, saying a quick goodbye to Ruth and pushing the door open. In the parking lot of the library was already standing the yellow sedan that belonged to his brother. He walked over and opened the door.

"So, how was it? Not that bad, huh?"

Logan rolled his eyes and shut the door, "I suppose so..." his phone buzzed again. Logan looked at the new message.

i thnk u clud read my 13 wnter by samnta abeeel its rlly good

i thnk yull like it

lso th number snse is cool

Logan smiled and replied back:

Sure will do, thank you for the recommendation.

He didn't need to wait even a minute for the response:

no prblm

"Who's that?" Damon glanced over at Logan's phone.

"Oh," Logan saved his number as 'Virge' "Just my tutor."

Damon laughed and pulled out of the driveway, "Just don't steal him away from me."

Logan gripped his phone tighter, "He's your boyfriend?" some part he represses pray that he's not. Damon nods. Logan feels his heart sink.

"Yeah, the only one who lasted more than a year. Can you believe that? He actually likes me for me," Logan spotted the subconscious smile on his older brother's face. Of course, he had to like a taken guy. Just Logan's luck.

"Good for you. Also, he told me to remind mom to pay him," Logan renames the contact to 'Tutor' then puts the phone away, ignoring the buzzing of a new message. 

[neosaysno]

FantineAquane (Danganronpa)

So I decided to come back to this blog after a year, and I took on a new character. Meet FantineAquane, the SHSL Secret.

...

I’m already scared.

(CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of pedophilia and noncon. Seriously.)

Warning! Because of the nature of this fandom, I will be going into spoiler territory.

Name:FantineAquane Gender: DOB:13 October Blood typeO+ Height:1.78 meter Weight:55 kg

Okay, let’s unpack this, because there’s a good bit here. And we already have problems.

... FantineAquane is NOT a name. That looks like a username of some kind, and when I googled FantineAquane, I discovered that it was indeed used as a username! I also managed to track down the creator, but I’m not really going to bother...

Why is the Gender thing blank? Even if you’re nonbinary, agender, whatever, that would be listed. However, the rest of the profile uses “she/her” pronouns and calls her a “girl”, so I’m going to go ahead with calling Fantine a girl for the rest of this.

No issues with the birthday, but she’s slightly underweight, which is an unfortunately common thing in OCs. Thankfully it’s not too egregious (Less than ten pounds underweight).

FantineAquane is tall-slim girl.She has long straight-wavy purple-black acid type haired.She weared purple short jacket with a long sleeves,old white worned brassier and worn daisy dukes.She has big blue-bright cerulean eyes with long eyelashes.She has a faded scars inside her jacket.

That grammar... Ughhh. It’s not /that/ bad, but it clearly tells me the writer isn’t a native English speaker. Or if they are, they’re flat out terrible at it.

Pray for me while I decipher this. It feels like I’m solving a worse Metheus puzzle.

Tall and slim... Okay, she’s about 5′8, so she’s actually decently tall for a... wait, how old is she?!

This is an actual problem. We don’t even have a listed age range. This is a problem for a Danganronpa OC! Even the DR1 students at least had age ranges, from sixteen at the youngest, presumably. (Well, they were a year or two older because of the lost memories, but that’s not too much to bring up.) What IS the problem is that we have no listed age. Yes, I am nitpicking that.

And “acid”... I’m gonna assume that’s neon hair. I am not going to provide a visual reference because that would mean your eyes will hurt.

That’s not even that appropriate! We don’t see Danganronpa students walking around with neon hair! Ibuki and Souda are the only people who remotely fit that, and their hair is toned down enough to not be painful to the eyes. Our solace here is that the art doesn’t hurt to look at.

And why is she only wearing a jacket over her bra?! Where’s her shirt?! Even Aoi had a shirt! While yes, girl power and all, that’s just flat out inappropriate! I’m assuming this is JUST killing game garb, but I sure as hell hope Fantine wears the uniform during school years! Most, if not all schools would take disciplinary action if you walked in wearing that kind of outfit!

(Note, Angie technically is wearing a swimsuit, so I’m not going to bring that up, but the clothing description confirms that this is a full out bra that Fantine has, not a bikini top.)

No comment on the eyes, but the scars (or... scar? See, this is why you need to have decent grammar) don’t seem to be brought up elsewhere, so -1 point.

FantineAquane is a kind,curious,sociable,clueless,funny,sensitive girl.But instead she’s the revengeable and up raged girl as someone who insulted her as a prostitude and insulting her friends.She kinda bitchy as she loves the lust and sexual things.But it doesn’t mean she’s an idiot and prideless person.She wants to be a hopeful person who saves the suvivors from death.She can knows someone secret only a sight.

AUGH. This is pure word vomit. Gibberish. Nonsense. Whatever you want to call it. What the shiny mystical hell am I looking at?! None of these line up! This is complete nonsense! It’s like the creator just slapped all these personality things on without thinking about how they work together, or in this case, don’t!

And... “ She can knows someone secret only a sight. “

Oh god... is she a mind reader? PLEASE do not be a mind reader. I’m now actually scared to read through this more...

Super High School Level Secret

Super High School Level Hope (Her dream to protect the innocents)

Super High School Level Tackler

Super High School Level Fate

I should have known better than to wish for things. I have no goddamn words for this. This is in no way feasibly possible. I’m almost tempted to give up right here.

WHY is she the SHSL Hope?! Nothing we’ve seen here shows that she is a candidate! What the hell is Tackler? Secret? Fate?! These talents are an absolute disaster.

♢ Possible Execution ::

Gangbang Or Reveal Her Secret Until Death(Insane Diary)

I AM VERY TERRIFIED RIGHT NOW WHAT THE FUCK. DEATH BY GANGBANG?! SERIOUSLY?! WHY?!

Get me. The hell. Out of here. Insane Diary-whatever, how does that kill her? How does any of this work? I’m not talking about this further, I need to get out of this so I can get through the rest of this. This is the worst execution concept I have EVER seen.

FantineAquane was an orphan since she was a baby.In her surrounding,she become one of the insulted person in the homeless city.She been pedofilia with some citizens as her attraction makes all the men want to sex with her.All the fate has been changed as one city was ruined and rule by Super High School Level Despair.As she know the person who ruined all people lives,she attend the Hope Peak’s Private Academy as she wanna to prove that insulted person can help this city and ruined or realise all the Super High School Level Despair’s members.Without any letter that she needs to be that school student,she makes a bargain with Monokuma as she need to save the world with HOPE or die in DESPAIR.

WHAT THE HELLLLL

THIS IS JUST AIFURYEIULKEYHRLIUHE NOOOOO

I... I have no words. This so. BLATANTLY. Defiles canon that I feel like this person tried to rip Danganronpa off to make their own story.

And what the shit? I’m sorry, but this girl is not that attractive. Not nearly enough for “all the men” to want “to sex with her”. What the hell. This backstory is a mess. How can she attend Hope’s Peak without an invitation? HOW IS SHE STILL ALIVE IN THE POST-DESPAIR WORLD?! How is she not batshit insane?! Most people like her would be dead or have already fallen to despair by the time the first game takes place! And how-- How did Monokuma not let her in without wiping her memories first? What the hell is this?! Why is she trying to be the protagonist?! At least it potentially explains her horrendous choice of clothing...

I’m not even going to talk about this more. This is just a disaster and makes me want to get through this even further so I can scrub this OC from my brain.

♢ Likes :

Sex,electronic items,helping people,socials,solving clues,willing to friends someone,Yaoi

SELF INSERT SPOTTED, SELF INSERT SPOTTED!

No, seriously, whenever an OC has ‘yaoi’ in their likes, I default to Self Insert. And the creator legitimately put THIS in their profile. “Pro in Doujinshi,Hentai & Yaoi“ So... Fantine over here is a self insert on top of all of this.

Back to the actual review... yeah, if she was forced into prostitution, I have a feeling she wouldn’t actually like sex all that much, especially if she’d been forced into it from a young age. I don’t have much comment on the rest, as FINALLY something lines up with the rest of her.

♢ Dislikes ::

Being insulted,Having sex without taking permission to her,Being advice about her clothes,up of rage,her secret has been revealled

Welp, we’re back to impossible grammar. Semi-readable was good while it lasted, I suppose. The hell does “up of rage” mean?

Also, nonconsensual sex being in the dislikes makes sense, but... why not just bring normal sex over too? And what’s her “secret”? That she used to be a prostitute?

Aaand she doesn’t like criticism on her clothes. Lady, you’re wearing something that would get you kicked out of half the places I can name.

♢ Friends ::

Best friend:Nagito Komaeda,Aoi Asahina,Alter Ego,Leon Kuwata,Makoto Naegi,Sakura Oogami,

GODDAMMIT SHE’S A SEVENTEENTH STUDENT. AND HAS PROTAGONIST SYNDROME. Also, why is Nagito top of the list? He joined SHSL Despair. And she’s supposedly fighting despair. God damn, Fantine.

And I’m pretty sure NONE of these people would want to be around her, except maybe Makoto because he’s a nice person and would feel bad for her.

Friends:Souda Kazuichi,Gundam Tanaka,Hagakure Yasuhiro,Hifumi Yamada

Why is she friends with Hifumi? Oh, right, she’s a fujoshi. And I don’t think any of THESE people would want to be around her either. Ewwww.

Crush On:Chihiro Fujisaki,Alter Ego,

God damn. I think this chick would scare Chihiro more than she’d actually be a potential romantic partner. She’s like Chihiro’s total opposite, and no, opposites attract isn’t a thing here.

And is she using Alter Ego as a substitute after Chihiro dies? Not exactly unexpected...

Enemies:Monokuma,Junko Enoshima

Boriiiiiiiing. Generic good guy stuff. Because of course the bootleg SHSL Hope hates Despair. I’m going to give her the benefit of the doubt-- Wait, how would she know Junko was behind this? Did she somehow manage to not get herself murdered or executed? Ugh.

♢ Quotes ::

“Don’t judge the book by it’s cover”

“You have to kidding me?”

“Although all of you loves to insulting me,it doesn’t mean I been insulted.But you all gimme a great support”

“Don’t kill all these innocence suvivors except me!”

“You’re got it wrong”

“Monokuma,I challenge you for a fight between HOPE & DESPAIR”

“Although they’re diffent in executions or death,their hope is to kill and put you all in the hell!”

“Although I’m atheast,it doesn’t means I disrespect all others religions,especially Islam”

That grammar is back! How do you mess up the iconic quote?! How has she challenged Monokuma like that without dying?! How can she handle others insulting her like that even though she clearly dislikes it? What the hell is going on here? Well... She’s got a poor judge of character, because she’s saying all the killers’ intentions was to damn everyone else. Nope. Not true.

And that last quote seems a little out of place. I’m gonna assume it connects to the creator in some way.

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Final Verdict

Unsalvageable.

I’m (not) sorry to say this, but FantineAquane, the SHSL Secret, is UNSALVAGEABLE. There’s just too much wrong with her to be considered remotely salvageable, and it’s better off to just scrap her and start from the beginning. This OC was a disaster from beginning to end.

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1-12. Yes. All 1-12. Cuz. Or. You know. We could do ALL THE QUESTIONS. that would be interesting.

LOL all the questions. Let’s start with the first 12 and see if you’re not sick of me by the time you finish reading, yeah?

1. Do you read fic? Do you write fic?

I both read and write fic. However when I am actively writing I tend to read less. 

2. Favorite genre of fic?

Romance though I’ll divide it in sub-genres, Angst and smut. 

3. Favorite fandom?

Marvel at the moment- it offers the most freedom.

4. Favorite pairing?

You’d think I wouldn’t have a favorite pairing since I tend to write x OC but I really, really love Tony and Pepper. 

5. Favorite fic author?

I feel like asking who my favorite would be unfair since I have so many amazing friends who are writers. If pressed- I’d probably say @tilltheendwilliwrite because I someday wish to write half as good as her. Seriously, can I be her when I grow up? (says the 28 year old mother of one. but whatever)

6. Favorite fic (or one of them)?

UGH THIS ISN’T FAIR!! @winterisakiller‘s Brave Face series starting with Imperfect Tense at this exact moment because it’s got all the angsty pain and because this Tom is growing into a good Bean. 

7. One-shots or longfic?

So- this one changes depending on how much I am writing at the moment. If I’m working on a project and like- actually *working* on it- one shots. Mostly because I get behind on WIP long fics and if a longfic is completed it sucks my soul until I finish it. 

8. Do you read WIPs?

I do read WIPs however there is a higher chance that I will get distracted or misplace the fic. 

9. What is the longest fic you’ve read?

I have no idea. 

10. Favorite trope/element/scenario in fic?

Angst. My favorite element is Angst. But also smut. As for trope- Fake Dating

11. Least favorite trope/element/scenario?

My least favorite is typically High School AU. I think it’s just because high school was so long ago now and not a good place for me.

12. What turns you away the most from a fic?

Horrendous grammar and formatting WITHOUT the desire to learn while admitting to not even having taken the time to read over the story.

*Everyone starts somewhere, not everyone speaks English as a first or second or third language even. What matters to me is the attitude displayed and the willingness to learn. This is a example of a AN that would likely be at the top of a fic I would close out of before I made it halfway through: “I know this is full of mistakes and typos lol sorry, I didn’t edit this and hit post as soon as it was done knowing full well it’s readable in it’s state but please read it anyway! And ~no flames~ uwu”

Sick of my answers yet?