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topknotstrunk · 10 months

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Review Everything 32 - Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3

Please note, this review briefly touches on simulated child abuse, and shows images of simulated animal abuse as well as discussing that topic with some depth. Please proceed with caution.

Hoo, boy. What to say about this movie. Let’s start with the neutral to good stuff.

This is a weird send off for this team. It’s the last Guardians of the Galaxy movie, which in and of itself I’m happy with. I think 3 movies plus some bonus screen time in other movies and shows was the perfect amount needed to complete these character’s arks. It was cool seeing Mantis come into her own as a fighter, teen jock Groot was fun, and I am SO EXTREMELY HAPPY that they didn’t have Quill and Gamora get together. The fight scenes were done with better than usual polish, it was nice to see long shots in the action scenes instead of the often defaulted to in Marvel formula of hit, cut, hit, cut, hit cut.

I also really enjoyed Gamora’s characterization here. She went from, “I don’t get why some version of me would love you piss the fuck off.” To, “I get it, but also, again, that wasn’t me so I’m gonna go do my own thing now.” I like that she’s her own person and not a story loophole for Marvel to get out of killing a character in a way that wasn’t supposed to be reversible. Keeping her her own character who’s not romantically interested in Quill makes her feel like her own person, and keeps the weight of the original Gamora being gone in tact.

Now on to the not so good to bad stuff.

Not So Good:

Having Mantis just out of nowhere, with no prior hints, be like, “Yeah I’m leaving.” Drax I get because he’s had this whole “used to be a Dad” thing going from the get go, but Mantis? She was thriving! And having Quill stop running is good-ish but like. He’s my least favorite character on this team, so when, at the end of the movie, they’re like, “Peter Quill will return.” I’m like. On Earth? Just chilling with his Grandpa? Doing normal Human stuff? As is, not a thing I’d bother to spend my time on. Not a thing I watch Marvel movies for.

Outside of the rest of what I’m going to write about the stuff with Rocket and his first set of friends, it was VERY weird to have the final movie in your trilogy have one of the core friends just gone for the majority of it. Not having rocket to interact with the rest of the team for their final movie together. I guess it works, cause like, it sets up that the Guardians team is kinda modular. As long as a few of the core folks are around they can make the team work. Saying that this was “always Rocket’s story” though? I don’t agree. The thing that works about this series is all of them playing off each other. As much as the movies frame Quill as the “main character” it just doesn’t feel like that when you watch these movies, at least to me.

The Bad:

Animal abuse is bad. Child abuse is bad. A movie where you child code anthropomorphic animals and then abuse them? Doesn’t make for a “bad” movie necessarily, but a hard to watch one. Honestly, if I had known how brutal and disturbing some of these scenes with Fllor , Teefs, Lylla , and Rocket were going to be I don’t know that I would have watched this movie. I cried though a lot of the half of the movie that’s Rocket’s backstory, and felt physically ill a few times. I’m greaful that they didn’t show us much of the actual surgeries, but I am sad that I’m gonna have to use Does The Dog Die from how on with Marvel Movies.

Let’s touch on Fllor as an example. She is the most heavily modified of the batch Rocket belongs to.

She has either part of her face missing or modifed, she’s had antentas attached to the top of her head, what looks like a second set of eyes, and robotic spider legs added on.

Now, here’s the thing. I “get” why Rocket was changed the way he was. Teefs and Lylla too. If you want a creature to navigate the world as a person when it’s an animal you need to change its body. It would be unrealistic for Teefs to move easily around a busy city that’s not under water as a walrus. So you give him wheels. The movie is so dark in those scenes that it’s hard to tell if he’s attached permanently to his wheel chair seat or not, but, like it as little as I do, that’s a choice that makes a sick kind of sense. Same thing for Lila, otters have short stubby arms that would make reaching things a struggle and they don’t have hands so adding some on, I get it.

But why the fuck does Fllor look like Fllor look like Jigsaw tried to make a spider cyborg? Is it for climbing, which we don’t really see her do? Rabits are already fast as fuck, so it can’t be for speed. They’re perfectly mobile and agile, so not for the same reasons that Teefs has for having wheels. And the thing over her face?

I think whoever designed her decided that the “upgrades” done to Lylla, Teefs, and Rockets weren’t... Gross? Upsetting? Gothic? Enough, so they took the cutest animal they could think of that we do real world animal testing on and made them look as fucked up as Disney would let them get away with.

Like, AFAIK Fllor isn’t in the comics. The closest thing we’ve got is Blackjack O’hare. And sure, he’s got cybernetic additions but they’re not needlessly gross or upsetting ones like Fllor has.

Floor was made up for the movie. Sot they had total freedom to do with her design whatever they wanted. And what they wanted was upsetting. So, ya know, I got upset.

They upped the gross factor for “Teefs”, Wal in the comics, and Lylla too but. I don’t know it’s just not the same as with Floor.

On top of being horribly modified animals, because this is a flashback and the characters are young, they’re also children. Children we get to see shoved around, screamed at, and shot. Alongside rapid, painful body changes, decapitation, gas lighting, and on screen immolation of other animals in similar situations. And this is all before we watch many animal-people die on screen as their entire planet is rased to the ground and crowds of children being trapped in cages in the cargo hold of a ship like they’re goods, not people. The movie just keeps piling on the longer it goes.We’re even treated to a nice, long, juicy close up of The High Evolutionary face after Rocket has torn it off. Normally body horror in movies really doesn’t bother me, but after all the awful animal stuff I just about barfed when his face popped up on screen. And there’s no real catharsis for any of this shit, which you would expect from the end of a series. You don’t need to go this far to convince us that these characters were honorably abused. Between everyone in America understanding that animals are abused in real life, and Neblula saying that it was worse than what Thanos did to her, that would have been enough. We don’t need to see them get abused on screen multiple times. It feels like torture porn, it feels unnecessary. I also really don’t get why Fllor, Teefs, and Lylla all had to die. Like, was it to help Rocket move on? The could have been dumped somewhere by their careless creator to come back later, and have a moment of reuniting and them owning their lives, instead of all getting murdered and then helping Rocket with a few kind words in the space between life and The Endless Sky.

And listen, I get it. The movie was impactful. So if shock value was the main thing they were going for here they got it. It was just a big let down to me personally, after the masterpiece that was Vol.2, and coming from the Found Family TM part of the MCU. Animal abuse isn’t fun, child abuse is worse, but it feels like the movie fell short by showing us all this graphic content and then not doing anything about it. Rocket looses half his friends at the end of the movie because they go off and do other things, they shot and killed his first set of friends instead of exploring what cool stories they might have to tell in the MCU, and then the movie kind of just peters out with them standing around in a room and talking, then going their separate ways. Will Rocket make a good leader? No idea, his history doesn’t suggest so. Taking care of Groot and being a good team member does not a leader make. Will we see more of Rocket? What will that look like? It feels so incomplete, like a 4th movie was being set up for only for it to not happen.

And the movie was so difficult to watch that I doubt I’ll ever watch it again.

What an unfortunate send off for many of these characters.

Really, why was I made to sit through all of that. What did I get out of it? Or Rocket? Or his friends?

In Summary: What a weird and gross way to end one of my favorite Marvel things. Good for Drax and Gamora, Mantis and Quill who knows, and Rocket I hope we see more of in the future. It’s too bad that Marvel now has gone over my personal threshold for disturbing content and I’ll have to be careful about that after 15 years of it not being an issue. There was some pretty great stuff in the not animal abuse parts of the movie, and I wish Rocket had been there for more if it.

4/10

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wings-fangs-and-claws · 11 months

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Intro

Hi. I'm Tristan :) I go by he/they/ey or any other neos that aren't fandom/food related.

I am an adult in my early twenties & breaking free from cringe culture and such.

I've felt that I'm Otherkin for a while now, but refrained from making a blog because 1) I wasn't sure what I was and 2) I was very afraid of being seen as "cringey"

After a bit of reflection I now know that I'm Shapeshifterkin! With the base form of a sort of anthro hare/bunny in a fantasy-like world. I don't know many details aside from that and I'm not exactly sure if the beings I shifted into count as kintypes or Something Else.

I'm also pro mogai and xenogenders/Neopronouns.

I'm happy to make friends in the community going forward :))

Teef headers by @/mmadeinheavenn

#yeah i am posting this in the middle of the night lmao #i just wanted to get it done with

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hyunverse · 1 year

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yes i do! i grew up in boston and ended up getting a rly good scholarship at a school here in nyc so i live here now :)) it’s not too bad. tbh it’s pretty much the same as boston just a little bigger. andddd what’s ironic is even tho i’m from two of the like most known cities in america, i am terrified of rodents 😭. i see them quite often in nyc but not as much in boston. no matter how many times i see them i’m still terrified of them and i am fortunate enough to not be rodent infested 🙏🏼🙏🏼. also yep teef in the muscles is the best way to do it. i want to eat minhos thighs. like chomp is an understatement for what i want to do to those thighs and i have no shame in explaining. the gods ddu du ddu performance …. that’s all i need to say

omfg what is even the point of dating someone like that ?? it’s exhausting. i agree with just wanting to do your own thing. when i was younger i always wanted to date but now i just want to be aloneeeee. i do miss aspects of being a relationship but tbh i’m fine w waiting to experience that w someone like every day yk ?

hey man technique is technique 😏. also yes hyunjin and felix hand comparison makes me crazy. ngl i’m big on size diff and hyunjin just does it for me. so tall and lankyyyyyy he’s just my type. like no joke he is my exact type all around but especially physically. nothing better than a feminine man with so much androgynous energy and duality. like it makes me insane. when i get home i want to measure my hands so i can compare mine w everyone’s. im sure it will be drastic so i will keep you posted ! how tall are you?? im 5’1 .. 😟 it’s bad ik

watch me cry at how sweet you are rn 🥲. u make me blush 🙄. i did take some earlier this morning and i’m trying to drink as much as i can (maybe i’ll purposely forget to do all of this just so you can come here but you didn’t hear that from me 😇😇😇). CONGRATULATIONS THAT IS SO AWESOMEEEEE!!!! you should be so proud of yourself and know i am very very proud of you as well <33 that is literally so amazing, hard work pays off my love 🫶🏻 that’s so awesome. if we happened to not live all the way across the world from each other i’d treat you to a delish meal but i guess our lives failed us on that one >:|. what’s ur fave food btw ? sending hugs back to ur sweet self 💗💗💗💗💗💗💕💕💕💕💕 and a happy heart attack bc u deserve it hehe

- 🐈‍⬛ much love from ur g <333

that sounds nice!! honestly, from experience, moving from one state to another is quite tough. i’ve been living in the city my entire life, but had to make an entire 180° for university life ‘cause my campus is in a village! like an entire village — on the way to my campus, there’s a sign that says, “welcome to ***** village!” good god u can imagine my terror 💀 the facilities are not bad but definite different compared to the city </3 okay i sound like a brat, don’t i? anyway! bae, i’m dead terrified of them nasty rodents too. i feel like puking at the sight of them </3 so i 💯 understand you honestly.

CHOMPING ON HIS THIGHS YEP YEP. minho needs to drop the workout routine cs god his thighs are. . . sighs dreamily. love em. wanna bite em. talking abt that performance. . . lee yongbok. i will never forget that signature ab showing move tbh. gonna show them to my kids being all like this is ur uncle felix! (get it? cs imma marry hyunjin frfr! yes pls entertain my delulu pls pls)

RIGHT i feel like my past experiences and friends’ relationships are the cause of me not wanting one </3 scared me off legit. i think imma stick to writing 🙏 why experience it rn when i can be delulu with u?

UR TYPE AND MY TYPE MUST BE THE SAME THEN CS I LOVE TALL AND LANKY MEN MMM EAT THAT GENRE UP ALL THE TIME! when they’re 90% legs and have big hands? call me up. call me up‼️that is my type right there.

yes keep me posted with the hand comparison, baby. tell me ur hand size too so i can compare with me 🙏 i’m 5’2 so we’re both not that far off HELP. short gang ig 😔

PLEASE DONT FORGET 💔 MY ANGEL I AM TOO BROKE TO FLY TO AMERICA 💔 ONE DOLLAR IS ABOUT FOUR MYR 💔 PLS TAKE CARE OF URSELF 💔 AND THANK YOU BABY!! means a lot from u hehe. i have sm fave food dang. . . it’s hard to choose. i like steak, and ramen and this malay dish u call tomyum! very yummers. also loveee hotpots. i could eat hotpot everyday of my life. and donuts!! what about yours, darling?

you make me blush too ^__^ kisses to u frm me!!

#rin’s lovemail!#🐈‍⬛ anon 💌

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goldie-claws · 2 years

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Whilst going through his tag, I realised I have very little art of Satanael with his new palette/art of him in general aside from a spare few sketches I never shared/may have deleted for whatever reason. So! Here’s some content of him to tide myself over until I can start working on his walking and talking sprite in my Smile Game Builder game!

✨ The maskless face was simply a palette swap of his original red colour (I plan to use the blue/white/gold from now on, as I’m fully leaning into his status as an angel than demon). I also gave him sharp teef for fun :>

✨ The reason I added the mask was to keep with the theme of how an angel’s face is always covered by wings/hands/eyes etc, although in my lore and rules only the eyes have to be covered if you’re a fallen angel like Satanael. I’m still not happy with the design (still needs some minor tweaks) so only once I am will I work on his sprite ingame.

✨ My original design for his true forme, where I leaned VERY heavily into a draconic look as I always write stories where angels look like dragons/can be mistaken for one. I’m torn on if I should remove his extra arms, but I do want his wings to look more angelesque and don’t want his design to appear too ‘crowded’.

(This drawing in particular was never finished so instead of having it rot in my files, I thought I might as well share it!)

✨ The original bust of his true forme, since I tend to do headshots first before I draw the full body.

And finally, since his design has certain assets lmao, I had to meme it at one point or another.

Reblogs appreciated, thank you! 💖✨

#king of the nine circles of hell satanael #own character art #my art #demon #demon boy #monster #monster boy #dragon #angel #fallen angel #hey so i have this idea for satan. he's a nice guy who joins the protag and he has BIG badonkas.#a right pair of badonkazonkas

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squiddlysq · 4 years

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Nature is beautiful !!

I just played the Xen section of Black Mesa & it gave me MAD alien inspiration so like. fuck it. benry & gman r Xen’s apex predator species AU

Transcript of my awful fucking scribbling under the cut ! + some other deets

Benry !

Teefs ! Seeing is for losers, echolocation is MLG -Echolocates using sweet voice -Also uses it to calm prey

Thick skull plate -1) Fends off psychic shit (e.g. resisting gman’s time stop) -2) hehe rock smashing skull go BASH

CLAWS - RIP AND TEAR ! He likes to fight bro idk what to tell you - + has one more fingie (finger) than gman - he likes to climb + grappling in fights - likes to brawl more than gman

(the eye pattern is to annoy gman lmao)

Bigger fin - He swims & dives more than gman - he’s more active generally

Smaller & less arms ! - smaller bcos he is younger lol - less arms bcos he doesn’t care about precision - he’s a rowdy boy - more brute strength

Gman

EYES - He is looking. - Teeth are for losers all the coolkids absorb their prey into their body like waddledee (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzm3sNl8VwQ) - LOTS of eyes & they are constantly shifting + changing - Eyes are a big weak spot & harder to regenerate so gotta make em unpredictable + hard to hit

BIG BIG BOY - much older than benry, so much larger - with shapeshifting, the more dramatic the change, the harder it is to hold - gman is much bigger than benry so it’s harder for him to shrink to human form + he can’t hold it as long. - This is why benry just fuckin vanishes sometimes + why gman isn’t around that often - It’s also why hes Like That

SWEET VOICE - Used to calm/hypnotise prey - Also to draw them within grabbing range - Green to blue means I’m going to hurt you. - He doesn’t use it that much, prefers stealth - hunts like the cryptid he is

BIOLUMINESCENSE - Hard word to spell ! - He glowe. - idk bro he’s a spooky sneaky cave boy + I wanted him to glow - Opposable ! Like he can control what glows + how bright TRANSCRIPT DONE

So essentially !! Benry & Gman are the same species & that species was Xen’s apex predator - capable of shapeshifting, wild regeneration, telepathy, Sweet Voice Bullshit + teleportation

They are terrifying is what I am getting at

The ability to shapeshift means that even tho they are the same species, they look very different bcos as they grow they change their default shape to match their hunting style/personality/preferences - ie benrys helmet/skull plate, gman having a shitload of eyes & benry having none, gman being very slim with a short fin while benry is a thicc bitch w a giant fin, etc etc

Point is ! They were happy enough living on Xen with a weird sort of ceasefire between them & the vortigaunts - don’t fuck with us & we will leave you alone kind of thing - until Nihilanth rocked up to cause problems for everyone

Even an apex predator can get fucked up if the whole ass planet is turned against them so they were driven off world to EARTH - more specifically to Black Mesa

I still dont rlly know abt Tommy in this AU,, like I’ve drawn him a Xen form but I’m not sure if I want him to be one of their species or a human - currently thinking he’s one of their species but born human so that’s his default body setting if that makes sense ? So he can stay human indefinitely unlike Benry & Gman who have to fuck off & recuperate if they want to maintain their Human Mode but he would find it harder to shapeshift into his Xen form

Bleh who knows. Anyone who actually read all this you a real one go play Black Mesa peace out

#hlvrai #benrey #benry #gman #half life #weeb woob check it out #Bro... we r dragons now.......#they got alotta arms & shit idk !!!#squiddlyart

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loveafterthefact · 4 years

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Love After the Fact Chapter 51: Fuck You, but Welcome to Daibazaal I Guess

Do you ever hate somebody and then you meet them and they're actually not that bad so you have to hate them for not being that bad?

Also Krolia is a good mom.

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“Mom!”

Keith launches himself at his mother, who holds him protectively close, whispering reassurances in his ear even as she glares accusingly at the elegant Altean behind him. The Altean in question merely raises an eyebrow, drapes Keith’s cloak over his arm, along with his own. He doesn’t seem troubled at all by her expression.

He’ll learn. But for now, she has her baby back.

“I’ve missed you,” her kit whispers, burying his face in her neck. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, kitten. So much.” She has, desperately. Krolia is a soldier, and now Imperial Advisor, but she is also a mother, and that instinct runs hot.

Like now, when she’s inspecting her kit for any signs of damage. He seems mostly okay, aside from his rapid heartbeat, a sign of some internal distress. Well-fed, though she’d like to see a bit more extra weight on him for his growth spurt and season. He’s healthy, though. Fur and hair soft and silky, breathing clear, and he smells clean.

Untouched. At that revelation, Krolia releases something she’s held pent up inside since her son was wrested away from her. The little whore of a prince didn’t touch her baby. He didn’t hurt her kit like that. Thank the gods.

But why? What does a Galra kit matter to an Altean prince?

Speaking of which, the prince is dictating instructions to his companions, sending a small Olkari kit to the Blade of Marmora’s technological research lab and another Altean to greet the imperial family.

“Why am I doing this instead of you?” the green-scaled Altean bemoans.

“Because, Adam, I’m going with Keith to the medical center so I can get some actual, useful information from a medical professional instead of your long-distance boyfriend.”

“Takashi is a physik!” Adam hisses. Keith hums, eyeing Adam with a renewed interest. Krolia doesn't let him go for a second.

“I didn’t realize a glorified botanist had knowledge of growth disorders.” The Altean prince raises an eyebrow, folds his arms. His eyes, to the little creature’s credit, shine with good humor, more playful than anything else. The two must be friends.

“...Fair point. I will go and greet the imperial family. However, you will be going and greeting your sister.”

“Yes, right after this. We need to see her scans so we know how much cuter our kids will be.”

In Krolia’s arms, Keith laughs, quiet and soft. He’s watching the Alteans’ antics with something horribly akin to fondness. “Thank you, Adam.”

“It’s only my job, your Majesty.”

“But you always do it flawlessly.”

The green-scaled Altean blushes faintly, mumbles, “Whatever. Go… learn how to grow or something.”

Adam saunters off with a spring in their step while the crown prince waves teasingly. “What are we going to do with him, beloved?”

“Give him a raise?”

“Hm. He definitely deserves it. Now, Imperial Advisor Krolia, could you please escort us to the medical center?”

“Certainly.” She keeps her arm around her son, the Altean happy to follow alongside. Krolia finds herself struggling to rectify this charming, bubbly creature to the insidious one she imagined. Perpetually smiling, the young prince runs his hands along the wall, tracing the lines of carvings and rubbing his fingertips against ancient paint long since sunk into the stone.

“You know, my boyhood friend, Lanval, came here with my fathers once? He never mentioned this.”

“I doubt he nor your fathers cared about our traditions or our culture. Your friend in particular cared for little more than gossip.” Krolia purses her lips.

“Yes, he said you two met. Lanval is not half so foolish as he seems, though a bit pompous. My fathers… They are many things, but anthropologists are not among them. The same can be said of our soldiers.” The prince sighs. “I hope one day we can be more than enemies to one another, but I fear it is a child’s dream.”

Krolia says nothing, but Keith hums sympathetically.

When they reach the medical center, they’re met by the head medic, Thace, a relatively young Galra cradling a very new kit in his arms. “It’s my morning break, so unless you’re actively dying or in labor, I don’t care.”

“Hello, Thace. My kit is suffering from a growth disorder and is in the midst of his final growth spurt,” Krolia tells him.

Thace, a bright-faced, genial creature and one Krolia is particularly fond of, sighs, brushes a finger down his child’s cheek. “Fine, but only because he’s a prince. Here, can you hold Raj for me?”

Lance blinks rapidly, alarmed as the medic hands him his newborn kit. Keith only smiles. “Number five looks good, Thace. Hope they eat your fingers, Lance.”

Thace guides Keith over to a chair, where he sits in with a quiet ‘thank you’. Krolia registers a spasm traveling up his leg, presumably up his spine and then down his arm. The near-grown kit grits his teeth to stifle a whimper, but his heartbeats flutter and pound. A rotating arm spins around him, scanning him from all possible angles. Keith’s visibly untroubled. He’s done this before.

“Aw, do you have pointy toofers? You got some pointy teef- Ouch! Oh, you do! Look at those toofers! Oh my goodness, you got such nice toofers!” Lance beams down at the infant, every line of his face, his body soft as Raj chews on his finger, drawing tiny beads of blood. Even Krolia has to concede that it's adorable to watch.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I-”

Lance shakes his head, smiling at the suddenly anxious medic. “Don’t worry about it. Though perhaps you have something else they can chew on?”

Thace hands the Altean prince a toy as he extricates his finger, an angry screech penetrating their ears in the moment of the exchange. As the kit chews happily on the toy, Lance turns his attention back to Keith, who’s smiling at Lance and the bundle in his arms. Krolia definitely hates that.

“So what’s to be done for him? Our alchemy was only able to do so much and painkillers have proven largely ineffective.”

Krolia’s eyes narrow, watching the tender expression on the prince’s face morph into worry. He’s not at all what she expected him to be. He’s much warmer than his biological father, with far more social grace than his step-father. Charming. Friendly. Charismatic.

And he didn’t touch her son.

It’s hard to hate him. She’ll do her best.

“Well, there is a serum that’s proven beneficial to kits in their eleventh growth spurts.”

“But?” Keith prompts. “There’s always a ‘but’.”

“But it causes excruciating pain for about half a varga.”

Lance adjusts his arms, cradling the kit with one arm, setting his free hand on Keith’s shoulder. “How does it work?”

“Well, Prince Yorak’s growth disorder affects more than just his growth plates. Obviously, without functional growth plates, his bones cannot grow properly. Additionally, with every growth spurt, a Galra’s metabolism slows down, making us hardier and more capable of surviving in the generally harsh environment of our planet. Prince Yorak’s metabolism is much higher, as he has missed a few growth spurts all together.”

“So wait. You’re not supposed to eat three meals a day?” Lance leans around to look his spouse in the face. “Do you have any sense of self-preservation at all? Or am I supposed to just magically know all this sh- stuff. And now you've got me almost swearing in front of the baby!”

“It never came up.” Keith shrugs, annoyingly indifferent even in face of the Altean’s exasperated expression. At least Krolia and the prince can agree on something.

“I’m not going to care when he injects you with some horror goop.”

“Yes you will-”

“Your Majesties.” They fall silent, sheepish as they turn their attention back to the medic. “If I am to treat you, Prince Yorak, please understand that this is not a one-time thing. You will require an injection every time your pain returns. However, I should tell you. Whether you accept treatment or not, you may experience fertility issues including difficulty conceiving, high miscarriage rate, and higher likelihood of stillbirth.”

Keith's gaze slips back to Lance and the tiny kit in his arms. Krolia looks away, thinking of the kits she lost, Keith’s siblings who never saw the world, never took that first breath of air. Now her son is facing that same fate.

“Keith?” The boys turn to her. “You should do it.”

“Obviously I’m going to do it. I don’t care about pain. The pain is temporary.” Keith reaches out a hand, and after taking a moment to adjust Raj, Lance grips it tight.

The kit Lance is still cradling coos, yawning wide as they wrap their hand around one of his fingers, settling into sleep.

“Well, it looks like you’ve no choice, beloved. I can’t leave until they let go of me.”

Thace laughs, gripping his small friend's shoulder tight. “Prince Yorak, you’re going to end up being the disciplinarian parent. I hope you know that.”

“I can retrain him.” Keith uses Lance’s hand to help himself to his feet, staggering a bit as he works his way over to one of the gurneys. The prince hands Raj back to their bearer with a smile and a thank you.

Krolia sighs, surrendering to the tender expression on her son’s face as he settles his head in Lance's lap. The prince smiles down, worry lining his eyes. "I'll be right here, beloved."

"I know. Just don't tell anyone if I scream."

"Never. It'll be our secret." Lance's shoulders line themselves with tension as Thace cuts off one of Keith's sleeves, shaves away a patch of fur, inserts a temporary port.

"This port will last around three movements, but you shouldn't need it more than two. Just try to keep it dry. And, while you're paying attention to me, do not go to your idiot savant of a littermate for season advice. You come to me or your mother, understand? It a whole different thing when you have a mate."

"That's a good point, beloved. Shiro is woefully inept."

"He really is. But he's a good guy. Like you." Keith smiles, dark eyes sliding up to Lance's. Krolia sighs, defeated. Her kit wants the Altean, whether she likes it or not. She doesn’t need to be friendly, but for Keith's sake, she’ll tolerate him.

For now. Until he screws up. Then she'll beat his ass.

#LoveAftertheFact #LAtF #klance #galtean au #altean lance #galra keith #adashi #altean adam #galra shiro #voltron legendary defender #vld

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winding-gulch-blog · 5 years

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Feisty Flower Bud (A Smile For Me Fanfic)

Putunia Mollar is the town’s greatest hero (self-proclaimed). She throws hands with big bad villains in the name of JUSTICE! But when the evil in her life is a bit too close to home, she finds sympathy at the side of a highly punchable, highly bonkers, and highly soft green menace.

(It happens once in a blue moon. A video game strikes just the right chord in me to write some fanfic. Smile For Me is one such blue moon creation. Take my bubbling found family angst and fluff before I explode beyond my ruptured appendix five years ago.) (Highly recommend you look at the wiki page for Putunia before reading. I’m expanding with my own headcanon into her family life for the purpose of this story.)

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“KA-POW!”

“KA-KICK!”

It wasn’t as exciting to fight a pillow back home. But with the Habitat closed down, Putunia had no other place to train for her inevitable upcoming battles with all the world’s superest of supervillains.

“KA-WHOOSH!”

“KA-PUNCH!”

“KA-BOOOOM!”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!” A female voice that rivaled hers in volume interrupted her. She sealed her lips immediately, going rigid. Luckily, there was no sound of footsteps on stairs. Spared an earful, or more.

“Ka-blaaam,” she whispered, knocking the pillow with her gloveless fist gently. She held it there, and ran her tongue across her teeth, feeling the space where a tooth once was.

She was lucky, in hindsight—it was a baby tooth, and she could feel the little spike of the permanent one already poking out. And she knew it wasn’t intentional. It was just late, and her mom was exhausted from another long day of work, and hadn’t expected to be playfully pounced by the eager child at the top of the stairwell. Still, the following shove and tumble down the stairs was painful. Even the way her mom picked her up, apologizing profusely in a rare hushed tone, felt as hollow as the space in her gums.

This happened often. A thrown glass, or three. A brief yank of her hair. A raised hand. A small bruise or scrape she could claim as her battle scar from fighting baddies. A “CLEAN UP THE SODA CAN MESS YOU MADE DOWN HERE!” Or “KEEP YOUR DAMN HANDS TO YOURSELF.”

Followed by:

“Hecks, I’m sorry, Putunia. Long day.”

Putunia didn’t mind noise anymore. In fact, she’d adopted the powerful ability to project her own vocals. But it wasn’t always nice to be spoken to like that from bigger people—especially those with a fiery, paper-thin temper like her mom.

She didn’t ever expect things to change. She just missed going to the Habitat to have a break from the shouting and other things.

Which is why it was so unusual when she heard a knock on her door while her mom was working the weekend shift.

She pushed a chair up to the door, and climbed up to peak out.

She recognized her comrade immediately.

“HEY FLOWER POWER!” She opened up the door with a big smile. Flower Kid smiled back; their teeth were extraordinary white, almost to the point of looking fake or like they were replacing what was there before. But that didn’t make their smile any less warm and inviting as its always been when they come and visit her.

“WADDUP?” Putunia asked. She remembered they didn’t talk. “COME TO SEE ME?”

A nod.

“WANNA COME IN?”

A shake of the head.

“WANT ME TO GO WITH YA?”

A nod.

“KAY!” Putunia almost darted out before pausing. “WAIT. MY DUTY IS TO STAY HOME. I HAVE TO COOK FOR MOM TONIGHT.”

Flower Kid dropped the smile and shook their head.

“WHAT?”

Flower Kid just held out their hand. Putunia tentatively took it.

The rest of the day happened quickly. Something about an investigation, based on information her floral friend had gleaned from Putunia’s home life in their visits, and having to stay at Flower Kid’s family house for a while as she had no immediate relatives. Putunia didn’t mind, it was like having a sleepover every night with plenty of superhero movies to watch, but she was confused what was happening.

But she was even more confused the day she and her short-term guardian went to the town park, and began approaching a villain.

A big, verdant, smiley one.

“GREEN MENACE!” Putunia put up her fists in time with Flower Kid grabbing her shoulder and pulling her back. “SO WE MEET FOR OUR FATED BATTLE!”

Habit lost his smile for a moment. “No punching, plez.”

That was like telling a fish not to swim. But Flower Kid was persistent in holding Putunia still.

“DID YOU FIGHT HIM ALREADY?”

A nod.

“DID YOU BEAT HIM UP?”

No response before a shake of the head.

“SO I SHOULD BEAT HIM UP FOR YA!”

A shake of the head again and gentle but firm tug.

Putunia looked between them.

“WHY IS THE ENEMY HERE, FLOWER POWER?!”

“I’m here to halp out!” Habit explained brightly. “Flower Child has asked me to sit on you, because your a babey. I will watch u while they’re off being a busy-bee making everyone happy, happy!”

“I WILL NOT FORM AN ALLIANCE WITH A VILLAIN!”

But it was no use. Her loyal floral comrade gave her a light pat on the head before ushering her over and leaving her alone on the field of battle.

Habit smiled again at the tiny person, thinking of ways he might entertain her. He recalled Putunia being full of spunk during the time she spent at his Habitat. How she managed to figure out he was…somewhat unsavory at the time was a mystery. But he was better now. Flower Kid leaving this smaller kid with him proved that he had earned their trust. “Lots of time for fun-funsies together! We culd…go splishy splash in the lake, or go pet the horsies at the farm. Or make sock puppets!”

Putunia stood up on tiptoe and pouted, trying to look intimidating.

“YOUSE A BADDIE!” She declared after a moment of searching his face. “BIG GREEN BADDIE! I DON’T PLAY WITH BADDIES! I FIGHT BADDIES! WE’RE GONNA FIGHT IN A DESTINED BATTLE! BUT…NOT WITHOUT MY HERO GEAR!”

And Putunia was immediately bolting through the park.

“Oh dear. :-(” Habit helplessly watched her vanish into distant bushes. Being a babysitter sure was harder than it sounded, and it definitely didn’t involve sitting. Flower Kid would be very upset if he lost her. But he was unsure how to keep her still. It was much harder to make people do what he wanted out of his Habitat, in a much bigger world that wasn’t his own to rule. Even if Flower Kid had coached him on not always getting what he wanted, it didn’t make it any easier.

Luckily, Putunia hadn’t gone too far. He found her rummaging around in a pile of dead leaves.

And then, a great idea struck him, as they always did. Habit may have been ‘eccentric’ in his thought processes, but he was very clever.

He crouched next to her in the leaf pile.

“Lemme halp you,” he offered. “What r we looking for?”

Putunia leapt away a moment, narrowing her eyes at him warily. He smiled in what he hoped was an inviting, not creepy way.

“…MASK,” she finally told him. “AND A CAPE. AND A PUNCHING GLOVE.”

“Punching iz mean. :-/”

“PUNCHING IS HOW YOU BEAT BADDIES!”

Habit entertained her by searching with her through the leaf pile. The search was fruitless after a few minutes, so she sprung up and headed off to another part of the park, Habit doing his best to keep up.

She didn’t seem to have much luck in finding her items, no matter how far and wide she searched. Another idea struck Habit. He was full of good ones today!

As she dug around in a sand pit, he carefully removed the cloth around his neck and placed it on her shoulders. “Is that cape-ish enuff?”

“HM…I ACCEPT IT!” Putunia concluded after a moment, doing a little twirl to test its movement in motion. “BUT I STILL NEED MY OTHER THINGS.”

The search took them past a park vending machine. Putunia insisted they stop and get sodas, even when Habit told her it was “bad for teef” and that he “didn’t like the bubbly tummy feeling”. But he gave in and got them; she was so eager, and he wanted her to smile.

They eventually found an old paper bag to work as a mask, smelling faintly of apples. Not perfect, but with eyeholes punched out, it was better than nothing.

“TA-DA!” Putunia stood up proudly on the park bench they were resting on. “I AM THE MASKED DRIVER JR! I AM AMAZING!”

“U are! :-)” Habit encouraged, giving a polite clap.

“THE BADDIES TREMBLE IN MY PRESENCE!”

Habit tilted his head. “Putunia?”

“YES, MENACE?”

“Fiting the baddies makes you habby, right?”

“YES!” She plopped back down and slid off the bench to admire the park in her heroic glory.

“What makes a baddie a baddie?”

“OH! UH. WELL, A BADDIE IS SOMEONE WHO HURTS PEOPLE! AND SCARES PEOPLE!”

“I sea…” Habit looked down at his empty soda can a moment. Two things he had done before, even if he wanted to do it for the greater good in his mind.

Putunia went on in her tirade of justice.

“THEY LOOK SCARY! AND THEY TELL YOU TO GO TO BED ON TIME! AND THEY YELL AT YOU! AND BREAK GLASSES! AND PUSH YOU DOWN STAIRS! AND—“ Putunia stopped herself immediately.

No, that couldn’t be right.

Her mom was her family. Her only family. Family weren’t baddies. Family weren’t baddies, right? Family weren’t baddies…

She thought about everything that happened, and Flower Child taking her away, and her missing tooth, and felt sick to her stomach.

Habit noticed her distress (and rather troubling examples of what baddies do—he is sure he never did those things, because his office had an elevator, not stairs, and he gave the kid Habiticians plastic cutlery to prevent breakage) and frowned. “R u okay…?”

Putunia nodded in fierce denial. “Y-YEAH! I AM! BECAUSE…B-BECAUSE...” She pointed at him defiantly. “BECAUSE THE ONLY BADDIE HERE IS YOU! GREEN MENACE! YOU HURT FLOWER POWER. YOU MAKE PEOPLE SAD. YOU HAVE A BADDIE ACCENT AND YOU HAVE SCARY TEETH. I DON’T GOTTA FACE ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU! L-LET’S FIGHT…!!”

And so began their fated battle.

She went in bare-fisted (a true heroic feat) and launched an impressive flurry of tiny punches into the green menace’s…knees? Ankles? He was so tall it was hard to tell.

Habit did nothing to stop her. He just carefully pulled the paper bag off her head so she could see better, and stared down at her.

Her efforts became slower as her frustration increased, and finally she dropped both of her fists, panting heavily. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“N-NO...” She managed a strangely loud whisper, voice hoarse, inhaling sharply to stop anything dribbly and gross from coming out of her nose. “I-I DON’T WANNA…”

Putunia was sad. Habit had another idea. It was something Flower Kid had taught him to do. A kinder method to scrub away frowning faces.

The green man got off the bench and crouched, and wrapped his arms around her. But it wasn’t a violent constriction or attempt to yank her away, like she was used to. Just a gentle hug, as if she was as delicate as a flower, while she sniffled into his coat.

Her voice got the quietest it’s ever been.

“I don’t wanna hurt anymore.”

“I know. Me neether.”

Putunia sobbed for a while. Habit didn’t talk, just lightly touched her hair or rubbed her back or did whatever he could remember Flower Kid doing for him on bad days.

As she calmed down, Habit took his coat sleeve and wiped away her tears.

“Kno wut Flower Child taught me?”

“W-WHAT…?”

“Sometimes frownies and tears are o-kay. They can just mean that u are asking for halp from people who love u.”

“I’M NOT CRYING,” Putunia said adamantly, wiping her eyes. “I AM TOUGH.”

“Your tough,” Habit agreed softly. “You are the toughest.”

Putunia stared at the ground. Did she win the fight? She wasn’t sure.

Habit spoke up for her.

“Ur right. I’m…not that good. Flower Child, now they’re good. They’re sweet. I am not so sweet. I have bean so very sour. I have been a big baddie, a mena-ce. But, I’m trying to du better. I learned people aren’t meant to be cracked like eggs. The only cracking they should be doing is cracking smiles.”

He stood carefully, and lifted her up onto the bench with him. He let his speech flow a bit more like the others in town. It didn’t come naturally to him, and he still struggled with it, but he tried his best. “I never got to be happy when I grew up. I want you to grow and be happy and smile like I never could. If that means being a hero, u should be a hero. And if that means punching bad people, maybe u should. But you should sometimes give them something nice, too, if they seem rlly sad.”

Putunia looked up at him. “IS…IS MOM SAD? WOULD…WOULD MOM NOT BE MEAN IF I GAVE HER SOMETHING NICE?”

Habit thought about his parents. He held her a little tighter. “Sometimes…sometimes baddies are the ppl that are supposed to love you. And maybe they’re sad, but…little ones aren’t supposed to be hurt becuz of it.”

“WHAT SHOULD I DO…?”

“Let grown-ups handle it. You’ll be safe and snug and sound no matter what. And if your dream is to be a hero, you’ll be the greatest hero there ever wuz.” It was the best answer he had. He didn’t know what the future held for little Putunia. But if he had any say at all, he wouldn’t let history repeat itself and make a tiny, punchy, sad villain out of the kid in his lap.

Putunia was unusually quiet for a few moments. And then:

“…GREEN MENACE?”

“Hm-hm?”

“MAYBE YOU’RE NOT A MENACE NO MORE.” She considered her words. “DO YOU WANNA BE CALLED SOMETHING ELSE?”

“Oh! Like…Dr. Habit?” Habit wasn’t a dentist anymore but didn’t really have any other names for himself, outside of his first name, which just made him think about mean people making fun of him anyways.

“NO. LIKE…GREEN HERO!”

“Hero?! Wowzie…! Am I worthee?” Truthfully, he always wanted to be a hero. Everyone’s hero. But Flower Kid got that title. They sure made people happier than he did. He used to hate them for it, but nowadays, he understood. They were really great.

“YOU ARE TO ME!”

Her energy was vibrant and blue and sparkly. Habit smiled with all his teeth showing, from genuine joy.

Putunia didn’t even notice. She just gave a little yawn.

“Feeling woozish? Is it beddy-bye time for Putunia?”

“MMMMmmm…no…I aM aWAKE…” Putunia protested, although her desire to rest after feeling all those emotions was catching up fast. Habit retrieved the ‘cape’ from her shoulders to put back around his neck, and pulled his coat around her like a blanket.

“Have naps. Flower Child will be bac soonish.”

And they were. They never truly left, and kept an eye on everything from afar—to say they were proud of Habit was a vast understatement. The sight of the two on the bench made their heart feel very warm indeed.

“Look, Flower Child!” Habit said with much pride of his own as they approached. “I successfully sat on the babey!”

Flower Kid gave an encouraging nod, and held out their arms to take Putunia from him.

Habit looked down at the sleeping girl. She was a tiny, bright, eager flower, just like his lily. He wanted her to grow big and strong and happy. He smiled, kissed her forehead, and carefully handed her off to Flower Kid.

“Take gud care of her?”

Flower Kid nodded with a warm smile.

Putunia shifted in her sleep and joined the two in smiles, prepared to bring her blazing spirit to wherever she ended up, and whomever she ended up with.

In the meantime, she was happy to be surrounded by her heroes.

END

#Smile For Me #putunia mollar #dr habit #boris habit #flower kid #I forgot the word for bud and had to search 'what is a flower baby called'#I wrote this at 2 AM so the Habit typos are extra authentic #now back to writing my cover letter #happy Sunday all #I hear Nikki from Camp Camp's voice with Putunia dialogue but like 3x louder

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jungshookz · 5 years

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so in love [valentine’s day 2019]

→ summary: a series of valentine’s day themed drabbles featuring some of your favourite boys.

→ genre: a HEAPING amount of fluff (approach with caution) and a cheeky sprinkling of nsfw

→ wordcount: i don’t fckin know just enjoY the drabbles gosh darn it

→ note: i’m sorry that i couldn’t include all of the boys in the drabbles but my dang fingers probably would’ve fallen off if i did! also i,.., tried making a fic header for a first time but i’m not sure if it looks good or not?? lmao anyways happy valentine’s day!

(gifs aren’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there so if it doesn’t work for some reason i am sorry don’t attack me)))

ceo!yoongi

“what are you doing out of bed?? that totally just ruins the whole romantic breakfast in bed thing” you perk up when you notice yoongi step into the bedroom

“hbrushingn my teef” you murmur through a mouthful of toothpaste before bending down and spitting into the sink

you rinse quickly and wipe your mouth with the hand towel before stepping out of the bathroom and taking a look-see as to what your husband’s done for you this fine morning

“happy valentine’s day” you grin as yoongi purses his lips

you lean forward and give him a smooch

“now get bAck in bed so i can do this properly”

you hop back into bed and pull the covers up

you’re practically vibrating with excitement because a) you weren’t expecting breakfast in bed and b) you’re hunGRY

“heart-shaped pancakes. i never thought i’d live to see the day when min yoongi made heart shaped pancakes.” you tease as yoongi places the tray over your legs carefully

yoongi holds a finger up “chocolate chip heart-shaped pancakes, thank u very much”

now thAT gets you more hyped

there’s a single rose in a small vase in the upper corner

your plate in the middle holding a stack of heart-shaped pancakes (it took waY too much effort and he’s never going to do it again) ((just kidding he’s probably going to do it again)) and even the slab of butter’s been shaped into a tiny heart

a glass of chocolate milk in the other corner

all of your favouRITES

“i just realised i forgot to bring the utensils.” yoongi frowns

you grab onto his wrist before he can leave “it’s okay! i can use my hands”

“y/n, you’re not a child- oh, okay, you’re already using your hands”

“come n sit!!” you pat yoongi’s side of the bed and he sits down and crosses his legs as he faces you “thank you for breakfast!! happy valentine’s day i love u” you beam and lean over a bit to give yoongi another kiss

“happy valentine’s day. love you more.” yoongi mutters fondly and reaches over to tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear

you rip a chunk of the pancake off and pop it into your mouth and chew thoughtfully

an exclamation mark appears at the top of your head

“this is so good” you hum happily before instinctively wiping your sticky fingers on your shirt

christ

maybe breakfast in bed wasn’t such a good idea

“you better not get any syrup on the bedsheets” yoongi warns and you raise a brow before holding your sticky fingers out and wiggling them in his face

he scowls playfully and smacks your hands away before scooting closer to you

“here, i’ll feed you” he rips a heart in half and folds it in half so that he’s not touching the syrup and he holds it up for you

you wrap your fingers around his wrist as you take it into your mouth and yoongi whines in complaint “how’d you get your fingers so sticky so quickly??”

“it’s a natural talent” you swallow the bite and yoongi reaches over to wipe a droplet of syrup away from the corner of your mouth with his thumb

he swallows thickly when you take his thumb into your mouth and proceed to suck the syrup off with a happy hum

that shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did

and it also shouldn’t have turned yoU on as much as it did

…

within a couple of seconds the pancakes have been abandoned and yoongi’s on top of you with his lips pressing hot kisses on your neck

your fingers curl around the cotton material of his shirt as he slides his hand under your thigh and pulls it up to rest against his side

“god, yoongi…” you breathe out and yoongi groans when you roll your hips riGht into his crotch

you’re so soft and warm and yoongi wants all of you right now

he has a finger hooked in the waistband of your panties and your hands are starting to push his briefs down and-

the two of you freeze when the baby monitor sitting on the bedside counter crackles to life and hwayoung’s cries start filling up the space of the bedroom

you both turn to look at it

yoongi lets out a quiet groan before tucking his face into the crook of your neck “so close…”

you can’t help but laugh before patting his back gently “c’mon, you. duty calls!!”

mermaid!jimin

jimin loves you with his whole ass heart already

so when he discovers that there’s a whole dAY dedicated to smothering the person you love with moRE love???

bitch??? he is HERE for that

“iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouoUoUOUoUoUOU!!!!!!!!!!” jimin murmurs into the crook of your neck as his fingers tickle your sides

this morning the bedroom is fiLLEd with the sound of you laughing (with the occasional snort thrown in there) and jimin continuously confessing his undying love for you

“jimi- oh goD you have to stop-!” you’re howling with laughter and there are tears prickling at your eyes

it tickles so much to the point that your entire body is starting to huRt

“alright, alriGht” he decides to cut it out to give you a chance to breathE and flops down on his back next to you

he’s out of breath too “can’t have you dying on me on valentine’s day”

“touché” you prop yourself up on your elbow before shifting closer and snuggling up to him

jimin pulls the covers up and wraps an arm around your waist

his fingers are tracing patterns on your bare thigh absentmindedly “so what else do people do to celebrate valentine’s day?”

“well, we can do plenty of things. we can laze around in bed all day-“

“i like that option”

“we can do… other things in bed”

jimin stops tracing patterns on your thigh and you can hear the smirk in his voice

“that option doesn’t sound half bad either” he murmurs and his finger trails up your thigh slowly

you scowl and smack his hand gently before propping yourself up on your elbow again

“but we can always start off with breakfast in bed first! how do strawberry waffles sound?”

jimin perks up and you two move on quickly from the obvious fact that later tonight y’all are probably going to break the damn bed

“ah- i like the sound of that too!!”

barista!jungkook

you’ve never been a fan of romcoms

all those cheesy cliché heart fluttering moments just don’T get to you

if someone stood on your front lawn blasting music from a boombox confessing their love for you you’d tell them to get the hell off your lawn and then you’d turn the sprinklers on

if someone chaSed after you in the airport to stop you from getting on that flight to new york city because i love you you’d scoff and purposely maintain eye contact with them as you scanned your ticket and walked through the gates

and kissing in the rain?? sounds like a monTH of eating nothing but chicken noodle soup and chugging down bottles of cough medicine

AND you hate that the prices of flowers just inflate dramatically when valentine’s day rolls around

why would you waste good money on some weeds that are just going to die in a couple of days??

anyways

you get the point

it’s a well known faCT that you have a heart of pure steel and jungkook takes pride in knowing that he’s the only one who’s able to melt all that cold steel away

hehe :~)

“a caramel macchiato for y/n?” jungkook doesn’t have to call for you as if you were just any old customer but he likes doing that because- “don’t forget about my tip, jagi”

“you are the absolute bane of my existence.” you tease but lean in anyway to give him a smooch

he hands you your coffee and that’s when you notice the sprinkling of cinnamon that’s been shaped into a heart

you look back up at jungkook and he’s grinning at you and rocking back and forth on his feet “happy valentine’s day!!!”

“happy valentine’s day, you cheeseball.”

“do i get an extra special tip for the extra special decoration?”

“u know-“ jimin squeezes in next to jungkook “i was actually the one who helped shape the heart, so i think i deserve an extra special tip too-“ jimin leans forward and purses his lips exaggeratedly and jungkook is [this] close to tackling the older boy to the ground

“don’T MOOCH OFF MY tiP u biTCH”

librarian!namjoon

“happy valentine’s day, bookworm” namjoon jumps in surprise when your arms slink around his waist and he lets out a small breath of relief before his lips tug up in a fond smile

“happy valentine’s day!” he presses a kiss to your forehead before grabbing a book from his cart and sliding it into the bookshelf

“i have a surprise for you”

“it better not be like last time when you told me you had a surprise and the surprise was that you accidentally spilled coffee all over the monitor” namjoon snorts and slides another book into place

“hey, now. that was an accident!” you’re about to pull away from him but before you get the chance to do so he quickly reaches down and grips onto your wrist to keep you in place

you scoff and prop your chin up onto his shoulder “you haven’t given me a proper kiss yet, by the way. frankly, i’m offended!”

“hold on, you whiney baby. lemme just finish doing my job first.” namjoon glances over at his almost empty book cart “you could always help me out a bit” he teases and reaches over his shoulder to pinch your nose playfully

“i can’t reach the top shelves without my trusty stepladder, so you’re going to have to take care of this on your own”

you’re reaLLy excited to give namjoon your valentine’s day gift

you ordered it back in december and it finaLLY got here last week

it’s a first edition copy of immanuel kant’s (you vaguely remember joon blabbing to you excitedly about this philosopher guy and you only remembered his name because it sounded funny to u lol) ‘critik der urtheilskraft’

“wait, before you show me the surprise-“ you’re leading namjoon back to the front desk but he stops in his tracks and yanks you backwards so that you twirl riGht into his arms “c’mere, you” he leans down and plants his lips on yours and you hum happily and wrap your arms loosely around his neck

he nudges his nose against yours after pulling away

both your guys’ cheeks are warm and rosy and you giggle before giving him another quick peck “we have plenTy of time to kiss later let me show you what i got for you!” you drag him back behind the counter before bending down and rummaging through your backpack “close your eyes and hold your hands out!!”

“i have a bad feeling about this” namjoon murmurs but does as you say

you place the book on his open palms and namjoon grimaces

“ohgodohgod what is it what is that” he whines and squeezes his eyes shut even moRe

the smile drops from your face momentarily and you scoff playfully

“it’s a bOOk you moron” you jab a finger into his chest and namjoon peels an eye open slowly before opening them both and blinking down at-

“ohHHHHHHHHH MY GODDDDDDDDDD” namjoon literally shRIEKS and you’re pretty sure your ears are bleeding “no way- how did you even- what the hel- oh my go-“

oh god

you think you broke namjoon

“,..,so i’m guessing you like the- woAH” the next thing you know namjoon’s tackling you to the ground and smothering you in kisses like an overactive puppy

if you guys were in a cartoon there would be hearts floating up and around your lovE pile

you laugh as namjoon squishes your cheeks together and gives you one big fAT kiss

how the heCK did he get so lucky to land someone like u!!!!!!!!!

demon!yoongi

yoongi really doesn’t understand you humans

first of all there was that whole mistletoe thing during christmas (which he definitely didn’t mind and deFINItely took advantage of but was still confused by the concept) ((kissing someone?? because they’re standing underneath a sprig of grass????? he appreciates it but still doesn’t get it))

and now there’s this

valentine’s day

febRuarY foUrtEenth

he can’t help but scoff to himself as he thinks about it

valentine’s day

a day where candy, flowers and gifts are exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of saint valentine

you know what valentine’s day is

it’s the negative side of capitalism

it’s become so commercialised and no one’s reaLLY celebrating it because they love their partner they’re only celebrating it because they love the idea of love

anyways

the point is

yoongi doesn’t want to celebrate valentine’s day

and he’s not going to celebrate valentine’s day

“good morning~” yoongi glances over his shoulder before rolling over onto his other side to see you coming out of the washroom

“mm.” he grumps in response and tugs the blanket up a little higher “by the way, don’t expect me to be all lovey-dovey because it’s valentine’s day. we’re still getting takeout for dinner.” yoongi flops his head back against the pillow and shuts his eyes

“alright.” you chirp in response and yoongi opens his eyes immediately

you

you didn’t even put up a fight

no protest?

yoongi props himself up on his elbow

“did you hear me?”

“loud and clear” you pull your hair up into a ponytail

“…i said we’re not celebrating valentine’s day.”

you dab some lip balm on your lips and press them together before humming “i know. i don’t care.”

listen

you can’t lie

you care a little bit

you know how weird yoongi is when it comes to humAn traditions

but then again this’ll be your first ever valentine’s day noT being single so you kinda wanted to celebrate it?? but also you’re super busy today (you have a midterm to study for so it’ll be anoTher late night at the library) and you’ll probably be too tired to do anything suPer extravagant so

it’s fine

you don’t need the chocolates or the flowers or the fancy dinner

you love yoongi and you’re pretty sure yoongi loves u (u guys haven’t actually said it to each other yet) and that’s all that matters !

meanwhile he’s still in a daze

you don’t care

you don’t.., “”””””care”””””” ???

what does that mEAN

you can’t not care

you usually care about these kinds of things!!!!!

“i’ll see you after my classes.” you prop a knee up on the bed before leaning down and giving yoongi a quick kiss “you know, it’s a good thing we’re not celebrating valentine’s day. otherwise i’d have to go out and buy all those overpriced red lacy lingerie sets and pink fuzzy handcuffs just to impress you for a night! this is great! my wallet loves this!”

yoongi isn’t even paying attention to what you’re saying because what the hell is going on

“right. yeah. valentine’s day is… we’re not doing that. like 500% not doing it.” yoongi clears his throat and waits for a second to give you one more chance to start protesting

but again

absolutely nothing from you

it’s after you leave and yoongi is left by himself that the realisation hits him

oh god

you’re going to break up with him aren’t you

that’s why you don’t want to celebrate valentine’s day is because you’re going to bREAK UP WITH HIM

what’s he going to do

where’s he going to go he can’t go back to hell and he certainly doesn’t want to live out on the streets

you guys are bound together you can’t break up with him!!!!!! are you allowed to do that??? he literally gAVE you a piece of his AURA

,.,.,.,.you’re going to break up with him and then you’re going to get together with jimin

oh HELL fuckiGN NO

yoongi immediately sprinGs out of bed

there’s no way in hELL he’s going to let that happen

“what’s the matter with you?” you snap out of your little trance when jungkook waves his hand in front of your face

“hm?”

“i’ve eaten like 98% of your fries and you haven’t made a move to stop me yet” he scowls when you smack his hand when he reaches for another fry “never mind”

“ah, it’s nothing.” you wave it off

“that’s a lie and you know it” kook points out before taking a swig of water

“it’s just… it’s valentine’s day today, y’know?” you murmur and pick at your cuticles

you didn’t think you’d care about valentine’s day and stuff but now that you’re in a relationship you.,., you wanna celebrate valentine’s day tOO :( you just wish yoongi would open up more easily to human traditions

like yeaH he’s a demon and naturally he’s the most pessimistic i-hate-the-world kinda guy but,.., u just want him to put in some effort sometimes

jungkook slowly lowers his water bottle and narrows his eyes a little “was i… was i supposed to get something for you?”

you scoff and raise an eyebrow and let your expression answer the question

jungkook lets out a small breath of relief because he deFINitely didn’t have anything prepared

he can make a rose out of your ketchup-stained napkin if you want him to

“okay, yeah, it’s valentine’s day… so… why are you so bummed out again? you’re in a relationship. i’m the single one here!”

“yoongi doesn’t do valentine’s day.” you roll your eyes at how woRKed up you’re getting over this

this morning you literally told him you didn’t care but here you are a couple hours later whining about how you’re not getting a valentine’s day celebration

you look over and see a couple snuggling up to each other

at another table a boyfriend is feeding his gal a damn chocolate covered strawberries and he even got her a bouquet of flowers!!!!

god

all these couples just ruBBing it in your face!!! DISrespectFUL

it’s odd

you’re not single but you certainly feel very single right now

you push your lunch towards kook before slumping down on the table

you’re not so hungry anymore

you feel a small tap on the top of your head and you look up

“…happy valentine’s day?” jungkook offers weakly as he holds up his makeshift rose to you

a small smile twitches at the corner of your lips and you take it from him before taking a whiff

smells like ketchup and french fry grease

“ever the romantic, aren’t you?” you sit up straight and pinch at one of the petals

“tell me something i don’t know”

meanwhile

yoongi is going crazy

he can’t recall a time in his long, long life where he’s worked as hard as he’s working now

this is what he’s been up to since his little realisation

he made the bed

he did the laundry

he took the trash out

he vacuumed the entire apartment

and now he’s starting on dinner because it’s nearly 5 o’clock and woW time goes by so quickly when you’re STRESSING THE FCUK OUT

he’s in the middle of chopping up the onions (his eyes are stinging so badly but he needs to power thru for u) when he notices something

a presence

an.,,. angelic presence.,.,,

“what do you want??” yoongi groans immediately and turns around just in time to see jimin appearing in a golden glow

“hello to you too.” jimin snorts and picks a loose thread off his silky white shirt

there’s a little heart embroidered on his chest pocket

it’s valentine’s day after all!!

“y/n’s not here - but she will be in like an houR so you need to get outta here”

“i never pegged you for the devoted, stay-at-home-and-make-dinner partner, you know” jimin teases and pushes himself up onto the kitchen island

“oh, shut the hell up” yoongi growls and jimin raises his hands in defence

“goodness. what’s the matter with you today?”

“i’m just-“ yoongi stops himself and he lets out a small breath before putting down the knife and turning around “look, it’s nothing, alright? get outta here”

“you know i’m not going to leave til you tell me what’s wrong…” jimin whistles and plops back down onto his feet before nudging yoongi to the side and taking over the role of onion dicer

yoongi steps aside and slumps against the kitchen island and stares at the back of jimin’s blonde head

“i… i’m not good at… human things, you know?”

“makes sense considering the fact you’re far from human”

“no- you know what i mean, man. and i’m especially not good at… romantic…” yoongi cringes “romantic human things.” he clears his throat “i’m not good at them like you are.” he adds quietly

jimin pauses and glances over his shoulder “huh.”

he’s never seen yoongi so insecure before

interesting

jimin picks the chopping board up and slides the diced onions into the bubbling tomato sauce before putting the board into the sink “i don’t know what you’re talking about. the whole cleaning the apartment up and making a valentine’s day dinner seems romantic enough. don’t be so hard on yourself!”

“i dunno…, i just feel like i’m screwing everything up and i really- i really, really like y/n and i don’t want her to feel like she’s.. stuck with someone like me for the rest of her life and stuff… am i making sense? like, i don’t want her to-“ jimin already stopped listening to yoongi like a good thirty seconds ago

he think it’s endearing how obviously whiPPEd yoongi is for you even though he’ll never admit it

jimin holds a finger out and yoongi trails off slowly before raising a brow in confusion

“-i’m willing to offer my services from the goodness of my heart.”

yoongi narrows his eyes and immediately feels jealousy prickling at his skin

“..,what kinda services.,.,.,. there’s no way i’m sharing y/n with you just because it’s valentine’s day i’m not going to give y/n the giFT of a threESOME you perv-“

“i was talking about sprucing up the romantic factor in the apartment, you idiot.” jimin snorts “sure, you vacuumed, you dusted, but you didn’t even put any decorations up! how’s y/n supposed to know about your romantic intentions?? and also, look at what you’re wearing!! that’s not appropriate valentine’s day attire” yoongi looks down at his t-shirt and grey sweats

right

“what am i supposed to wear?” yoongi furrows his brows and looks at jimin’s outfit “i’m not wearing anything like what you’re wearing”

“you can’t pull off silk anyway.” jimin purses his lips “i’ll figure it out for you, don’t worry about it!”

yoongi clears his throat “you’re doing this for free?”

“only because i like y/n and i think she deserves a nice valentine’s day. now - you stay here and work on dinner, and let me work my magic.”

yoongi lets out a breath after jimin leaves the kitchen

he sure hopes jimin knows what he’s doing

“you sure you don’t wanna come over to my place and binge-watch bad romcoms??” jungkook swings his backpack over his shoulder and you laugh lightly before shaking your head

“as tempting as that sounds, yoongi’s probably waiting for me at home. we’re getting takeout for dinner and his favourite chinese restaurant closes in like an hour so i better get my ass home otherwise he’s going to be gruMpy for not getting his orange chicken, you know him”

“alright, well… happy valentine’s day!!” jungkook’s been trying to cheer you up all day and you keep insisting that you’re over it but he’s you best friend and he can tell you’re still a tiNy bit upset about it

as you sit on the bus back home you can’t help but let your mind wander

what if you and yoongi had celebrated valentine’s day tonight

where would he take you? what would he wear?

the thought of yoongi wearing a crisp tux makes your heart flutter

and then you remember his obscenely mint-green hair and that paired with the suit makes you giggle for some reason

also.,.,,. not to be that person..,., but you can’t help but feel like valentine’s day sex would be a loT more intense than normal sex

you feel your cheeks redden and you quickly shake the thought off

look

no use getting hyped up over something that’s not going to happen

at the end of the day yoongi still makes you happy and that’s all that matters

you settle back against the chair and check the time on your watch

ooF

looks like you won’t be getting chinese takeout tonight

“i know i’m late but hopefully you’re willing to forgive me if i order us an extra large pepperoni-“ the moment you open the door to your apartment you immediately notice that something is wrong

well

not necessarily wrong

something’s different

you take a couple cautious steps forward and narrow your eyes “…yoongi?”

you don’t hear anything in response but you take this moment alone to take in the atmosphere

what the hell

is this your apartment “yoongi…”

..,.,did u walk into the wrong apaRtment

there are lit candles everywhere (they’re the ones you used to summon yoongi with lol)

the lights are dimmed

there’s.,,. classical music playing from your bluetooth speakers

what the hell is going on

you’re about to call out for yoongi again but then you hear someone clear their throat and you whip around quickly

your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets

heLLO

woW yoongi looks good

he’s wearing a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up

his shirt’s tucked into a pair of blue jeans

and did he

this bitch is wearing cologne

for the first time in forever

yoongi looks

nervous

min yoongi?? nervous??

“what are you-“

“this is for you” yoongi stammers and thrusts a bouquet of roses into your hands

“i-“

“i-i made dinner too” yoongi points over your shoulder and you turn around to see the dining room table all spruCed up

there are two plates of spaghetti sitting across from each other

a candle burning away in the middle of the table

he even brought your nice wine glasses out

you turn back around to face yoongi and he has his lips pressed together looking like he’s waiting for you to say something

you set the bouquet down on the coffee table “i thought you were too good for the whole valentine’s day thing.” you tease gently in hopes that he’ll loosen up a bit because he’s literally sO nervous it’s kind of scary

yoongi lets out a breath and runs his hand through his hair “i mean… at first i didn’t think we needed to celebrate valentine’s day because i didn’t think i needed to prove that i love you through fancy dinners and flowers n stuff-“ yoongi looks down and picks at the dry skin around his fingernails nervously and he looks up to see you with a megAwatt smile on your face “…..what”

you shrug casually and take a couple steps closer to him with a pleased smile on your face

yoongi lets out a small groan “what?? you know i hate guessing games.” yoongi doesn’t budge as you wrap your arms around his neck

of course his arms snake around your waist instinctively

“seriously, what?” he pouts and you give his bottom lip a lil kiss

“you love me” you whisper

yoongi furrows his brows “…yeah no dUH i thought that was pretty obvious considering the fact i slaved away all day tryna give you the beSt valentine’s day ever-“

“say it again” you grin adoRAbly and yoongi is reminded of how TRULY w h i p p e d he is for you

yoongi clears his throat and rolls his eyes when you reach up and tap your ear as if you can’t hear him

“i love you… you needy, whiney, attention-seeking little human.”

“love u too you literal spawn of satan”

yoongi didn’t know why he was so worried you were going to break up with him

he knows he has you wrapped around his pinky finger

but he’s probably wrapped tiGhter around youR pinky finger if we’re being real

after dinner and dessert (yoongi made chocolate covered strawberries) you head upstairs to wash up real quick and you’re surprised to see a white box sitting on your bed tied up with a pretty red bow

huh

what is this

you approach it cautiously before peeling the little sticky note off the top

‘you can thank me later. happy valentine’s day!’ you raise your brow at the sticky note and yelp in surprise when it suddenly disappears and fades into sparkles- oHhHHHHhh now all of this makes sense

you knEW yoongi couldn’t fold the napkins into little swans without jimin’s help

it’s the thought that counts tho so you still appreciate it

you tug at the bow gently and pull the top off to reveal a lingerie set

you gasp at how pretty it is as you pull it out

jimin has good taste

it’s a practically see-through baby doll dress and it’s a smoky grey colour (kinda matches yoongi’s hair)

triangle lace cups

an empire waist with a shiny satin bow around it

and of course you can’t forget about the matching thong

you let out a quiet squeal of excitement and clutch it to your chest

“yoongi?”

“gimme a second, jagi. i’m almost done with the dishes…” yoongi pokes his tongue out in concentration as he scrubs at a particular stubborn stain in the metal pot

he can’t help but wonder if jimin would be willing to help out with the dishes too

“yoongi…”

“one second, yeah?” he glances over his shoulder to acknowledge you and-

o fuk

yoongi immediately freezes and his mouth goes dry

he was certainly not expecting that

he clears his throat and turns back around

he reaches over and turns the tap off and sets the pot down in the sink gently

jimin really is an angel

you have your bottom lip tucked in between your teeth to keep yourself from bursting into giggles

yoongi dries his hands on a cloth before turning around and leaning against the sink and giving you a quick nod “c’mere, baby.”

you make your way over to him and his grip tightens on the edge of the counter

you look so good and he’s literally -1 seconds away from ripping that off of u

“happy valentine’s day.” you murmur with a small smirk and reach up to pop one of the buttons on his shirt

…,,..,yoongi wants everyday to be valentine’s day

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