#IF THERE ARE MISTAKES TELL ME BLEASE

[tribadismes]

color ask game 👁

Favorite color(s), and why ? 

 Color(s) you hate, and why ? 

Favorite shade(s) of favorite color(s) ? 

Does your favorite color often change ? 

Favorite color combos ? 

Color combos you hate ? 

What’s your color palette (i.e. pastels, earthy tones, neons, neutrals...) ?

Make a moodboard based on said palette ?  

Blue or red ? 

Gold, silver, or rose gold ? 

Warm or cool undertones ? 

What was your favorite color as a kid ? 

Is there a color you used to hate but now love ? 

Is there a color you used to love but now hate ? 

Is there a color you like in certain contexts but not others ? (i.e. a color you will like on a piece of art but not on clothing...) 

What are your favorite material + color combos ? (for example red velvet, blue silk...)

What color do you think compliments you best ? 

What color(s) do you think people associate you with ? 

What color(s) do you associate with the person sending you this ask ?

Do you think you’re good at distinguishing things like shades and undertones or are you a “this is just blue” kind of person ? 

What colors go best with black, in your opinion ? 

Do you care about color trends ? Do they affect the colors you like and dislike ?

What colors do you think are dated ? 

What color makes you feel the strongest feelings, if any ? 

What do you think of klein blue ? 

Tell us about a color-related fact you like ?

Is there a color that holds a unique symbolism in your culture ? 

Are you superstitious about color ? 

If you’re a visual artist, tell us about how you work with color ? 

Do you or have you ever experienced color-related synesthesia ? Tell us about it.

How eager are you to learn about color ? 

Thoughts on blue ? 

Thoughts on red ? 

Thoughts on green ? 

Thoughts on yellow ? 

Thoughts on orange ? 

Thoughts on pink ? 

Thoughts on purple ? 

Thoughts on brown ? 

Ask any color-related question. 

[wh0ratio]

we know Arthur Morgan is not a cowboy right, like we /know/ this as a society right. we’re not mixing up Western outlaws and cowboys/cowpokes again right ? we’re not letting spaghetti westerns and modern country determine what a cowboy is right ?

[incarnateirony]

SIGH. LIKE. ALMOST.

Dw guy her friend's old house haunted by the demon named after the car from Supernatural and Like Crowley only burned down the place after they left. But you know, does it have to be Appalachian Entities that she listens to the warning from or about or like, what. Like we're so close.

Impala gave them a year to fix their mistakes. And even though they'd only lived with Impala a year, somehow their previous home had burned down a year prior.

come on elsa, keep the water moving.

She's still so ensnared by ideas like distance, too, how odd. "I'm 700 miles away, I don't know how to help" has the same energy as "the reaper wants me to stay in the state."

Wonder why everything got "Extra Spicy" lately. I swear I heard that lately, wonder why it's in such standout quotes, oh well.

The new family is extremely disrespectful to the property, and ruined two decades of spiritual work between the three of us*. They even interrupted the space given as his private place. They ripped up every protective hedge, and even threw away a gravestone.

They're messy. They trash the house itself, doing EVERYTHING she had asked Impala to keep from happening.

Man she is REALLY fucking up the weather in here.

Happy burn my dread interrupting my playlist last night folks. The fire itself was a bit ago but. That is not what I was angling for last night, but ok. Lady the moral is right there

Stop trashing my house. you pretend you want a new house. Go be in that house, you have your own game lobby, you fucked up and now yours is mine, and I'm winning.

Hey, Shea, since you're starting to connect with Old You. What's some other things that were happening around 2011-12?

Do you remember a day you tried to help a boy following Set take my eye? Where Ash and Ero as we called them then seemed to be fighting over me, and you misunderstood, and I paid the price? Something something light a cig with my fingertip while Sephiroth is in the house. I ended up gone for a week, a few things kept me turning. Who and what? Hermes and... it didn't know how to spell it's name, it wasn't ready yet.

Do you remember a day you almost died in the woods to Ash screaming, or Junpeiper telling you to run and throwing you, and the circle of unmoving water and the tree?

Keep the water moving, Elsa.

What? I like Supernatural and his fucking car, okay? Ur welcome SPN fans.

Oh Baby Baby Baby

Ever wake up from a dream with real weird narrative consistency?

lady blease, did you never find it weird that Impala* was supposedly sealed in a ring for a bajillion years, but knew about a fucking car and had a preference?

BLEASE. MAAM?

He never did tell you his actual name. But he's Like Your Crowley. But I told you, both in song and text, no more truce, you're wrecking my place. And you're fucking up generational weather now.

Guess we gotta keep working it harder doing it faster to land a message.

lady, THAT is your dress, you look better in it. And it was never in the cat I hired to stare at you. Or Luna aphrodovey three told you to name after the moon. Just get over it and give me back my fucking air jordans already. Just hop all the way off it. Delete the shadows in your galleries, truly fix what is broken on your altar you already realized the gods disapproved of, be honest to your friends to make sure they do the same, and so on. And you know. Face yourself.

That's all this has ever been about, you driving backwards pain in the ass. You really trying to drag us to a zero point. You're on the wrong path, you spoke and acknowledged it. It's not too late to turn around and look at it. You can go through the water, it needs to move, lady.

Boys just love throwing their big rocks in bodies of water, and sometimes, you just gotta smash Atohallan with a fucking dickhammer. Cuz lady it's FUCKING FROZEN. MOVE. Yeah, you never Really Knew Any Man(gods). But that's fine. You have your own boots for walking.

YOU have to move the box. You can't wait for me to do it, or to climb into you to move it. YOU have to MOVE THE BOX. I know one of my three promises was you never had to Work while you were with me unless you want to Do The Work. And by god, you've forced me to stay with you whether you realize it or not. But I'm doing anything I can to make you want to. Do the Work that is, not stay with me oh my god. And to get you Out. And to get done whatever you need in my capacity.

It's a Craft of Mine.

please please please the water started running and ice started breaking in your head last night, memedaddy is calling honey, it's time to let it go.

this has been your daily cat distribution from dailyspooky

If it helps at all, after being this far up your literal ass since you're all up mine, I think your ancestral memory layers Athena and Freyja genetically, there's some Aphrodite bullshit going on, and I don't know which of the three moons big girl is still but she STILL scares me. Or maybe it's more, she's all three, but only once Shealyn, you know, doesn't just look at it but walks the path. Trismegistus isn't the only triplicate. There's a girl version. We been yelling that at you lots. Cuz you also had Verartemis. YO BEAR LADY, LISTEN. I know you got a reputation to keep, but how many times you gonna slip on that bear skin onto me and blame me?

Stop throwing it at cats and birds and exes or anubis and the kibble bowl for precious on fursuit friday. Turn around, go back, and look at it. Your dress and boots are better than mine anyway.

I figured out why seeing through her eyes has blacked out strips I couldn't see through right. It's like Marie. She's Marie. Kusano covering her face sobbing because she can't look at it. It's okay Mary, whatever's on the other side of that door, man. I already came this far. I ain't stopping now. We told you out of the gate before you insisted on doubling down and speeding up. We know you can do this. That's why it's so frustrating.

And why we collectively loathe your new family even if we want a different and happier path for you. Them. That's why everyone said they killed his goddess by enabling this. Lady. Lady please. This IS the intervention. Call it suicide prevention, call it divine intervention, whatever. But please listen. You're thinking of who you were in 2011-2012. That's good. You turned back, kind of. Now it's time to figure out where you messed up and drive forward again, but you gotta look at it. Please don't back up the purolator truck again, southpaw hermes is TIRED.

Keep the water moving, Elsa. Around when you posted this, I had already gone and met you at the door, whether or not you remember it. Lady, you're so close. I'll even go cheese the reaper for you again today lady, but that shit gonna respawn now until you let the lies you've told yourself go and set yourself free.

The rain tore up the circle. Tear it up again. Let the fog break. Let the cycle break. Let the water move. It's okay to go through it, if you can face yourself. I already told you, if you give away these leaden grudges, we'll drive forward one last time with you. You can be your own Asherah tree without me.

[snowmiku]

OH ALSO if i do anything bad or say anything that isnt good....please tell me ...

[skepticghosts]

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[knullanon]

Lex Dadthor with #1 2 blease?

imma assume this is a 1 but this could also be because i love this damn song

before writing- vibes are ok. vibes are still forming

after writing- listen I know it doesn’t have any lex luthor but hes referenced like a lot so ye

moskau -  Dschinghis Khan

finding a door in the penthouse you were currently staying at was almost fun for you. you were just messing around at that point, believing you would be able to leave after a while. that was in the beginning. when everything seemed to be fine.

now, almost half a year later, you wanted out. you wanted to see your family again. you wanted to go outside again. it was getting tiring of sitting in the same room all day being watched by 16 different people. it was stupid and you didn’t want to be there anymore.

so, when you returned to that penthouse, you made sure to be on your best behavior. you were stupid enough to not go in, you weren’t going to make the same mistake this time.

when mercy was distracted and the guards weren’t around, you made your way towards the secret door you remembered. you hoped it hadn’t been moved. by some miracle, you didn’t get caught on your way there, and you also were surprised to see the door still there: hiding behind that bookshelf with that weird pattern.

how did you open it again? you tried to remember how you did it before. 2 red books next to eachother... one about radiation... one was the odessy... and finally, one that was titled, “The Biography Of Lex Luthor”. of course he would have a book about him in his office. 

when the door finally opened, you saw a long stairway downwards. it was longer then you expected, but you went down anyways. hearing the large door lock shut made you feel a little worried, but spite only kept you going. you were sure that they were looking for you now: it would only be a matter of time before they found you and dragged you back.

you wanted to see what was at the end of this stairway. however, as you neared the bottom, you started to realize that the door was almost never used.

lex almost always wanted the stairways to be cleared of anything: you would never see any dust or dirt on them. however, these had more dust then you had ever seen before. it was like they had never opened this in years.

when you reached the bottom, you saw that there was a large opening, and some areas with little alcoves in them, for people to sit in. you would have to assume they were like a checkpoint.

however, they also looked like they hadn’t had any use in a long time at least. it was rare to see in a place as luxurious as this.

jumping over the old door system was easy. now you just had to figure out what this place was. 

from the looks of it, it looked like a lab. there was large containment tubes place all over the area, along with computers, wires, beds that looked like they were meant t restrain someone. most of the restraints were broken. they looked to go from leather to metal, and yet, almost all of them were broken: completely destroyed by something.

you continued to walk towards the end of the corridor, and when you reached the it, you were surprised to see the end.

there, at the very end of the lab, was a large tub containing a grown man. he looked to be about 20, and he was almost 6 feet tall. probably more.

it glowed against the dark room, and while looking around, you saw a clipboard filled with notes against one of the beds.

you picked it up, and read a blacked out name. whoever wrote this apparently didn’t want it traced back to them.

as you read along, most of the notes were blacked out. in fact, almost all of the pages had black text around them.

however, on the last page, there was a completely filled out note. it was obviously handwritten, and you tried to make it out as best as you could.

To whomever is reading this, I hope it is not you, Luthor. To think you could do these things to a child: What about the one you own? Do not tell me you don’t own her, we both know that you just keep her for selfish reasons. You want a daughter, and you think you can just take up any child from the street. She wasn’t from the street, I know that. Anyway, that is not why I’m writing this letter. I am writing it for the fact that I have decided to disobey your order on terminating kon: or, K. I know he will reach the age we want him to in only a few months, maybe even weeks, but I will not have the burden to kill a child placed on any of these people. I will not have the burden placed on myself. I do not care that he will grow to his normal age soon, he is a infant. I hope your able to understand why I did this. 

Signed, 

⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛

huh. strange. you turned over the clipboard and tried to read something else, but suddenly, you heard something from behind you. you turned and tried to back away, but you only ended up falling on your ass.

and then, you accidentally pressed a button that somehow awoke the human inside the tube.

you didn’t even hear anything after the glass shattering: maybe a few bullet rounds, or something other, but afterward you only saw a 6 foot tall man wiping down the guards sent to get you.

you didn’t even think. you looked around and saw a broken exit sign, that seemed to point to an exit, and you bolted.

you didn’t even notice the tall man turn towards you, running to a broken exit.

[illfoandillfie]

Oh my gosh what about 40 except it’s her who texts the wrong person? With any of the boys I can’t choose lol

40. Called/texted the wrong person but she he was into it anyway.

Okay babe, this was a Very Good prompt. Originally didn’t plan to have quite so much smut but hhhhhhhh its midnight and i am worked the fuck up after a day of writing these things. Also it’s like 1500 words so I’m gonna chuck this one under a cut.

Also also, I went with Gwil because I haven’t had any gwil recs so blease be kind I don’t write him so often.

~~~

“u up? I need u” you sent the text quickly, hoping the guyyou’d had an off and on fuck buddy setup with would be around to answer.

“It’s 1am, why do you need me?”

More words than you’d expected. Normally he’d reply with athumbs up or down. But you didn’t think about it too much before replying. “myvibes out of batteries and my fingers aren’t working”

There was a long pause. Also unusual. Normally if he wasfree he’d reply within seconds. You glanced back up at the previous messages.Why was there a text in there about leaving your sweater at his place? You hadn’tbeen to his place recently. Your brain ticked over, slowly putting the piecesof the puzzle together until you realised your mistake. You took another lookat the name of the person you’d texted. GWILYM. Oh fuck. With all the speed youcould muster you began typing out a quick apology and explanation but beforeyou could hit send he’d responded.

“Poor baby girl. Can’t leave you like that, can we. Yours ormine?”

That was the last thing you’d expected him to say. Youshould let him know you’d texted him by accident though, shouldn’t you? Thatwas the polite thing to do. Your thumb hovered over the send button but youdrew it back again. The thing was, he was apparently not opposed to the idea.And if you told him you’d been thinking of someone else then he’d probably loosehis nerve or his interest. And really that would just leave you to booty call aguy who may or may not respond. But this was an almost guaranteed fuck. Sure,the potential for awkwardness was much higher but Gwil was very attractive andit wasn’t like you hadn’t considered it before. You deleted half the apologymessage and stopped again, reconsidering. Maybe he’d been joking. You retypedthe next three words of the apology. But he didn’t sound like he was joking. Sofuck it. Right? Yeah, fuck it. You’d just fuck Gwil instead of the guy younormally went to. You finished deleting the apology quickly typing back “mine?”

“I’ll be there in 10,” It came through a lot faster than theprevious messages. Okay. So he was coming over and he was eager. You lookedaround your room to make sure it was tidy enough for company, swinging yourlegs out of bed and walking towards your front door to wait. You stood, armsfolded over your chest for a couple of minutes, but the chill of the tiles creptup your bare legs, so you began pacing up and down the corridor, waiting forGwil to arrive. Around ten minutes later you heard a knock on your door, startlingyou from your reverie. You didn’t bother pretending to wait a few minutes,instead opening the front door before he’d managed to lower his fist. You weretoo worked up to worry about whether or not you looked desperate.

“Hi,” he said as soon as he saw you, “apparently you needme?”

All you could manage was to nod as you stepped out of thewalkway, letting him in.

“You that needy you can’t even talk?” He chuckled softly,dropping his overnight bag by the door and stepping in close to drag his thumbover your lips. You watched his eyes slowly creep up your body, taking in your nakedlegs and the oversized shirt you wore, “Good thing I’m here then, isn’t itdarling? Your room’s down this way, if I remember correctly?”

“Yeah,”

He laughed again as he let you go, turning to walk towardsyour room, trusting you’d follow. Which you did, of course.

“I think I know what the answer to this is but I’ve gottaask anyway, I was a wrong number right?”

“Yeah,” you said sheepishly, closing your bedroom doorbehind you.

“But you’re still okay with me being here?”

“Yes. I just really really need a good fuck,”

“Don’t worry about that, darling, you’ll get what you want.But you need to understand something. I’m not just some fuck. I don’t expect usto date after tonight or even for this to happen again. But I’m not just arandom booty call you can use and then lose. Okay? So if that’s a problem foryou, speak up now.”

“No, there’s no problem. I understand.”

“Good girl,”

You felt a shiver run through you with his praise. Or maybethat was because he was once again standing in your personal space, slippinghis hands under the hem of your shirt. You had to grab onto his arm forstability when his elegant fingers came into contact with your core.

“You poor desperate little thing. Completely soaked already.”

“Please Gwil, I want you so bad.”

“I know sweetheart. But, while you might be ready, I’m not. Youable to help me out?”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth you were droppingto your knees, making short work of his fly and pushing his pants down hislegs. He calmly told you to wait as he stepped out of them and added his shirtto the pile before finally allowing you to touch him. With a look up at him tomake sure he was okay with the morning’s events you leaned in and ran yourtongue along his half hard length. You went as slow as you could manage consideringyou were running on pure need, trailing hot open-mouthed kisses up and down hisshaft until he grew impatient enough to warningly say your name. You took thehint, switching to suck on his tip as you pumped him slowly. He tangled his fingersinto your hair, making you hum as you slowly bobbed your head over him. He hadto remind you to be patient n a few times, his voice a low growl and his gripon your hair tightening slightly. But you could hardly be blamed for want tomove things along a little faster. You were just about dripping with how badlyyou wanted him in your pussy.

Eventually he relented, praising you for being such a goodlittle cockslut, sucking him off so well.

“But you want more, don’t you darling? Want me to fuck yourneedy little pussy?”

“God yes Gwil, please.”

He held his hand out to help pull you to your feet, “How doyou want me?”

“I don’t care,”

“Alright, I suppose you’ve waited long enough. On the bed,on your back. I’m going to watch your pretty face when you cum and I expect tohear you moaning my name.”

He didn’t have to wait long to hear it, a rough, “oh fuckGwil,” falling from your lips as soon as he entered you. The slight burn fromthe stretch only made it more delicious as you finally got what you’d so badlyneeded. Another shaky moan was pulled from you as he readjusted your position,lifting your legs up over his shoulders, letting him sink even deeper. Hestarted carefully, giving you a moment or two to adjust to him before he beganrolling his hips against yours. Almost gentle at first but your pleading formore, faster, harder had him changing his pace, thrusting into you roughly,making you cry out with every one. And he kept up a string of praise, callingyou a good girl for being so vocal for him, telling you how turned on he wasbut how fucking wet you were, how good you felt. You shook when you finally came,finally got the release you’d been craving, Your voice caught in your throatand you grabbed at the sheets so tight you thought you might have ripped themwith your nails. He kept fucking you through it, even when his own release hit,his grunts puncturing the air until you were choking out his name.

Carefully he pulled out of you. You were vaguely aware thathe’d got up, left the room, half expecting to find him gone when you finallysummoned the strength to move. But he returned a minute later with a glass ofwater and a warm cloth.

“Do you mind?” He asked, holding the cloth up. You shookyour head, and he cleaned you up as carefully as he could. When he was done hegave you a hand to sit up and handed you the water.

“Drink, Y/N.”

You mumbled a small thank you and gulped down the entireglass.

“Better?”

“Yes, thanks. Are you staying?”

“If that’s alright. I brought an overnight bag but I wasn’tsure.”

“I’d like it if you did. Plus, you must be tired after that,can’t ask you to drive now.”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m gonna go pee. I’ll grab a change of sheets on my wayback.”

“Wait, put this back on,” He handed you the shirt you’d beenwearing when he arrived and you noticed his underpants were back in place.

Together you managed to get the sheets changed, and thencollapsed onto the bed, snuggling in close to each other.

“I don’t know if I want to know but can I ask how I compareto the guy you meant to text?”

“So much better. He usually leaves as soon as we’re done.”

“Maybe you should forget his number. Call me again.”

[jojo-reader-hell]

if requests are open,,,,,,, Blease,,, I need formaggio as an older brother to a little sister who's 17 and almost as fucking chaotic as he is,,,,,,, I'm DIE

YAAAAAAAAAS FIRST REQUEST!!! I’m living for all of us wanting big brothers! And I love stinky cheese man, so I hope you enjoy this little thing I had on my mind whilst doing the dishes at work!

...

Formaggio was lucky...

“GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME!”

Crying echoed throughout the streets of Napoli. If he hadn’t decided on a whim to take the alley, he would have been too late.

“Shut your yap whore!”

He was running. The crying was getting louder. Nearly tripping over his own feet. He could hear the screams, they were yours. There was no mistaking that voice. Hothead that you were, you wanted more than anything to escape the hellhole that was the family home, even if it meant joining him in his life of debauchery. You’d used that exact word. Like he simply picked pockets on Sundays.

“GET OFF OF ME! GET OFF!”

It wasn’t easy to keep you away. After he stopped sending letters he thought you would give up. You used to follow him, screaming and carrying on in a fit when he finally had to drag you back home, could still feel the pain on his knees where you would kick at him. Of course being your big brother, Formaggio could easily outrun you if need be. Yet that didn’t make it any easier. He still died inside any time he had to go. It was easier to be a check in the mail for you to cash, that way your parents wouldn’t drink up the money. As much as he wanted to save you from that den of squalor he knew there wasn’t any way they’d let a teenage girl without a Stand into Passione. There was no work to be had for a young lady... well, that was a lie. There was always work in the mafia for everyone.

But he could never do that to you. Couldn’t live with himself if he allowed them to dress you in the shortest dress they could find, painting you like a clown with ruby lipstick and purple eyeshadow, eventually auctioning you off to the oldest and horniest creepy bastard that would inevitably be the highest bidder. Seventeen year olds could yield a pretty price in Passione...

“I promise not to hurt you if you stop screaming~...”

“GET OFF! LIKE YOU’LL HURT ME WITH THAT NEEDLE DICK!”

“... what the fuck did you just tell me?!”

Formaggio heard the contact of a hand on skin, heard you yelp, the crumple of your body hitting the pavement. And the crying... That mother fucker who got you wouldn’t live to see the sun rise. Whoever it was, he was going to kill him. Cut his balls off and shove them down his throat for touching his baby sister. Yet as much as he was keyed up to make a kill, he found himself freezing when he saw the pink aura surrounding you. Your mouth was closed, you weren’t the one crying like a baby.

“I SAID YOU HAVE A NEEDLE DICK! YOU WANT ME TO SAY IT AGAIN?! I WILL!”

“You’re going to regret this you slut-!”

“NEEDLE DICK NEEDLE DICK NEEDLE DICK NEEDLE DICK NEEDLE DICK-!”

You screamed like a five year old throwing a tantrum, the crying turning into a shrill scream that made Formaggio clap his hands over his ears. Through the caterwauling he could hear another’s screams joining that of the Stand that was howling over your hunched form. The one that had been trying to take your innocence had blood soaking through the front of his pants, cupping his crotch and screaming in agony as you chanted your childish insults at him, the Stand holding out her hands in front of her and echoing his screams.

“GO THE FUCK AWAY!”

He had to have gone deaf temporarily, it seemed like it would never stop, until you stood and threw your hands forward and sent the bastard flying. Eventually the Stand’s screams died down, breaking from a banshee’s shrieks to shallow gasps for breath. Like she’d run a marathon...

“Oh god dammit!” You growled at her, “You’re going to be alright!”

You snapped your head around when your brother called your name, screaming for him as the Stand crumpled in a heap on the dirty street.

“You FUCKHEAD!” You whined, tackling Formaggio.

“Stupida!” He screamed back at you, “What the fuck are you doing here huh?! You trying to get yourself killed?! You could have been somebody’s bitch if I hadn’t been walking this way! You fucking retarded?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Stupida! STUPIDA!”

You both began slapping and punching at one another, your brother choking up as he demanded answers. You were so stupid... he could have lost you forever... you could have been hurt... he would have never... ever... EVER forgiven himself...

A sniffle breaks up the tearful reunion. He’d forgotten about the Stand that had protected you, and now that he was able to focus and get a better look, he noticed she seemed oddly familiar to him. Rather small, looked like a porcelain doll with long bangs covering the top of her face, only leaving her plump lips exposed as she bit them. She wrung her hands, making a clacking noise as her long two toned hair shook back and forth.

“What the fuck...” he muttered under his breath.

“I don’t know where she came from or who she is...” you insisted, “But she keeps following me and she won’t leave me alone... can ghosts interact with people?? She... she’s been helping me find you.”

“Uuuughuuu... ughhwaa...”

Her voice was strangely garbled, like she was being drowned under water. Now that he got a good look at you, he noticed your eyes didn’t mirror his own anymore. The pupils were enlarging, beginning to take over the iris and sclera as the Stand kept wringing her hands.

“Stop it Cry Baby!” You cried. “You’re alright! They didn’t even hit you, I’m the one that got punched!”

You rubbed an angry spot on your cheek, making yourself and the Stand, Cry Baby, flinch. She hiccuped, saliva running down her lips as your eyes began to water.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” You warned.

“Uuuughwaaah... Waaah... WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

Her howling before was nothing compared to this, and evidently she had complete control over your emotions as well. You started in on the water works like Formaggio had never seen before, hiccuping and wailing as though you were an infant. He couldn’t do much to help... it was all too much... it was hard feeling so helpless...

“WAAAAAAAAAUGH!!! AAAAAAAUGH!! Mmmm.... Mwuuuugh??”

Cry Baby stopped just as suddenly as she started. It had to have been instinct... There was no other way... no other explanation for Little Feet to be rocking the Stand in his arms, nuzzling Cry Baby as her screaming began to die down, your tears drying up with hers as she stuck a thumb in her mouth, whimpering and letting herself be rocked gently back and fourth, back and fourth.

There was no place for a teenage girl in Passione, but maybe... Formaggio thought, just maybe, there might be room for a Stand User with an ability such as this.

[mystery-salad]

I'm half asleep and can't think of any characters off the top of my head so you can choose but #17 blease. "Nothing is wrong with you."

Oh man I know exactly what I wana do here let’s see if I can get my first piece for Kai out. It’ll be a bit of a time lapse through Icebrood Saga.

“Nothing is wrong with you.”

Arms crossed and arched upright, Kai stared down at her teammate locked in the cell. “Figured my warning to stay alert was taken seriously, turns out I was wrong.”

Braham’s gaze wavers, but to his credit he doesn’t look away. More determination than Kai had expected from him for a while. “I’ve bailed you out, but if this happens again Eirsson you’re on your own and the team moves out regardless.” It earns her an elbow from Caithe at her side and a mumble of being too hard on the guy, but she elects to ignore that for now. He needed to learn the gravity of the situation and she’s been on edge enough without setting foot in a jail she would’ve likely ended up in herself if she had any other job.

“Just grab your shit and lets go.” She unlocks the cell before tossing the keys back onto the warden’s desk, stepping back enough for Braham to pass her and grab his belongings. Burn her, she hopes he didn’t have that bow on him-

“Uh...where’s my bow?” He sounded as on edge as she felt now, asking the warden about it.

“Fuck...”

—————————

She was already uneasy following the commands of another charr again, even if Almorra herself hadn’t touched the legions since leaving to start the Vigil. The call just...rubbed her fur the wrong way.

Turns out, standing in the middle of a keep strewn with dead bodies, her hunch was unfortunately correct.

“Alva. She was...she was one of my guild mates.”

Kai felt a twinge at that, one she elected steadfastly to buckle down on. The past isn’t a place to dwell when the present holds danger. “Keep steady Eirsson. They’re just bodies now, and we’ve got a job to do. Enemy could still be close.”

“...I did...I failed them.” She turned to look at Braham when it was clear he wasn’t hearing her, spotting him kneeled over the crumpled body of, presumably, Alva. Poor girl looked around his age...young.

Shaking her head, Kai strode quickly over to him and put a paw on his shoulder. “We have to keep focused Eirsson. Stay on task. You can mourn after the threat is neutralized.”

He met her gaze again, wavering less but far more unsure, before he gave a nod and stood to continue on. A motion that was interrupted by the sudden sound of a door slamming open in the silence.

“Look. It...it opened.”

—————————

“They...how is this...they betrayed Almorra and Jhavi...killed all those people...”

She let out a frustrated huff as she turned to Braham. “Who are you talking about, the sons of svanir? We already knew that mu-”

“My guildmates...” she could hear the strain in his voice as he said it, and felt that twinge again. And pushed it down again.

“...come on, we need to keep moving.”

—————————

“Wait... Braham Vowbreaker? Raven led you here?”

“Vowbreaker?”

Kai hadn’t met Jhavi before now, had no idea what to make of the apparent legendary daughter. But she wasn’t a fan of how familiar this conversation felt. The twinge was back and getting harder to ignore.

“Oh didn't you know?” Olar, she presumed, stepped closer to the team. To Braham. “That's what they call you in the Shiverpeaks now.”

Burn me...

“I...I own my mistakes, Olar. Now it's your turn.” To his credit, the kid wasn’t shaking. He stood his ground better than she expected given what he’d just been told. But this wasn’t the time for it.

Putting a hand on his shoulder again, she gave Braham a firm pull. “Stand down and step back Eirsson.”

She could see a familiar fire in his eyes as he opened his mouth to defy her. The twinge snapped, and her claws dug into his shoulder hard enough to draw blood as she growled. “I said stand the fuck down Braham!”

That seemed to work, for the moment at least. She’d startled him enough to break the building tension between him and his old guild, for long enough to get through. “You don’t want this on your hands kid. It’s not the same as fighting Icebrood. Take my offer, stand back before it gets worse or I will make you.” There would be a solid silence, save for his old guild still trying to jeer him on. But she kept a firm hold and kept his eyes on her while he thought it over and finally, thankfully gave a tired nod. “Good choice.”

It didn’t take much to nudge him behind the group now that he’d go willingly, and she threw a warning glance at Jhavi before aiming her pistol at what was left of Braham’s old guild.

—————————

She’s always kept to herself, even out here in the cold. She guesses some habits break harder than others even as she put effort in. But small steps still add up to progress. Caithe sat flush against her side by the second fire, clearly determined to steal as much insulation from her fur as possible.

“...you really should talk to him”

She glanced down at the sylvari, a bit surprised by the break in the silent evening. “Talk to who?”

“You know exactly who.” Caithe met her gaze with a small frown, something Kai had come to understand meant disappointment. “We both needed someone when we hit our lowest. The team is sweet but they aren’t going to understand what happened like you do. I know you get it. You stopped him from making the same mistake, now help him figure out how to stop himself.”

She rolled her eyes up to the cloudy sky, acting a lot more exasperated than necessary as she hid her discomfort. “You’re joining the other fire and telling him for me. If I go over there they’ll all think they’re in trouble again.”

Caithe stood in response, expression softening as she leaned up to kiss Kai’s muzzle. “Try to relax so you don’t start a fight, you both need this.” The charr let out an indignant huff in response, watching Caithe join the team and shortly after watching a much bigger silhouette walk warily over to her more private location.

“...Eirsson.” A gesture to a seatacross from her brought Braham to eye level over the fire. He was clearly uneasy and she knew the team was still adjusting to her efforts to be less...harsh. “Relax a bit, I’m not going to bite your head off and you’re gonna waste your energy like that.”

The words seemed to help.

...a little.

“Look, I just wanted to say...you did good out there. Given the situation. You’ve followed orders from the start even if you don’t seem to hear em half the time here.”

He seemed surprised by the words, compliments were never Kai’s strongsuit on the best of days and, to her own chagrin now, she realized this was probably the first time she really praised someone on the team. But that was a concern for when there weren’t more pressing topics.

“...Jhavi called you Oathbreaker. Said all the norn call you that now.”

She could see his wince lit up by the fire, showing well how he felt about it. Yet he was still trying to put on a brave face. “I left my team, we’d...failed to take down Jormag, and I ran. I broke my oath.”

She gave a small nod in response, “You did break an oath. But it wasn’t one you could’ve capably kept with a small team anyways. Jormag was coming whether you fought or not. As were betrayals.”

“No! It was my destiny, I followed the legend! I cracked the tooth, and then I failed. I broke my oath and now everyone’s paying for it because I couldn’t do what I was supposed to.” His voice wavered and his gaze broke from hers at last to look down at the flames dancing between the two.

“...I failed too, you know.” Her posture was tense as she spoke, a tale she’d never truly be prepared to share herself, and never had since it was infamous enough. But now it was needed. “Got all the way to the flame legion camp only to find out my right hand already betrayed me. The only blood on my fur that day was from my own legion.”

Braham was silent. Whether from a lack of listening or surprise that she was sharing, Kai had no idea. But she pressed on. “Found out only after I got back from another job that my running for tribune had been rejected, and I was no longer welcome. I killed a lot of legionaries that day. To away from a life sentence.” She took a deep breath, shakier than she’d like to admit and thankful for the wavering flames creating too much motion for Braham to notice if he looked back up. “You fucked up kid. But that doesn’t mean everything halts until you make it right. Some things are too fucked to fix, and you’ve just gotta move forward to the next option.”

She let the silence hang as she gathered her own thoughts again after saying all that. To her surprise, Braham spoke up in her place. “...I was supposed to live up to my mom. She’s supposed to be proud of m-“

“No. Fuck legacy. I don’t care who your mom was, you’re the person on my team. All I want you to live up to is your own potential here. Nothing is wrong with you Braham.”

“My mother was a great warrior!” He seemed to bristle at the idea of throwing that away.

“She was, yeah. So were my sires. And you know what? That legacy did jack shit for my own life once I didn’t perfectly meet the bloodline standard. You can hold her up on whatever pedestal you want, but it better not be over your fucking own.” Her fur stood on her end, on the verge of snarling as she spat out more information she hadn’t intended to share but realized she needed to. “The team wants you here, not Eir. At the very least, respect that fact and do what you’re here to do instead of what the norn want you to do.”

All the energy left Braham at once, the momentary aggression, the wariness of being lectured, everything. He slumped in his seat low enough that Kai actually had to tilt her head down a little. “...you really think we can do this?”

She couldn’t help an indignant snort at that. “Think? We’ve dealt with worse. Whatever’s going on here won’t last. We will.”

[honeymoonjin]

okAY let’s talk about namjoon learning to cook

hello it’s ur local ‘on hiatus’ writer ahhh ha ha haaa when will i learn : ) this isn’t gonna be a fic bc i still don’t have it in me to commit to a 20k beast BUT i got this idea that i shared with my friends and i wanna share it with you too so uwu buckle up (pls lmk if you would like me to do more of these concept thread thingies, it means i’ll be able to give u more content even if it’s not a full fic)

our darling yn is a famous chef

for someone so young, she’s pretty well accomplished, and she uses her Hip Young Relatability to run her own youtube series on teaching people to cook better

each week she features a budding home chef and gives them reasonable and easy tips to improve their cooking yee HAW

it’s very successful and always goes well until mister kim namjoon secures the Bag and gets a spot on the show

she’s a little sceptical at first bc he seems so smart.... in their initial interview she asks him his cooking experience and he somehow begins to discuss an ancient proverb about potatoes 

you don’t get it but it seems poignant

so the cameras start rolling and you introduce ur guest, namjoon does a cute little bow and smiles shyly

the first step is hygiene of course, and he does just fine (maybe he fumbles for a solid twenty seconds with the hand soap bottle but that can be easily cut out in post)

the menu is simple 

it’s gonna be a stir-fry, so basically all he actually needs to learn how to do is chop some vegetables and cook some noodles in a wok

technique is important when chopping onions; you need to tuck your fingers holding the onion half in and under and hold the knife on a slight angle away to be sure not to cut yourself

you explain this to namjoon, who seems a little confused as to why his knife is so much blunter than yours

that would be the plastic cover protecting the blade

“an easy mistake to make!” you say

it is not an easy mistake to make

“argh, it’s still blunt!” 

namjoon is holding the knife upside down, sharp blade pointing towards the ceiling

for health and safety, it’s better he watches while you do it for him and simply give instructions for “next time” 

namjoon seems very amused by the perfect cubes you’ve cut in a matter of seconds

“you could make croutons out of these!” 

you in fact can’t, but you don’t think he’s in the mindset to receive this unfortunate news

one thing you can say positively about namjoon is that he is very attentive

he, much taller than you, hunches over your shoulder with rounded eyes and a mouth opened slackly in focus, fingers shyly fiddling with the edge of the bench

he asks questions and nods to everything you say, yet somehow the second the knife, mandolin or grater is in his hand he goes blank

he seems completely out of his depth, lying a grater on its side in his defense u held the mandolin on its side so how was he supposed to know the grater needed to be stood upright

namjoon is doing his best to be proactive: “do we need to preheat the oven?”

“namjoon this is a stir fry, we don’t need to cook anything in the oven”

he stammers, fumbling cutely to explain himself “no, no i meant for the oven timer”

“huh”

“when i make ramen i always preheat the oven so i can use the oven timer”

  what the fuck

“namjoon you can use the oven timer on its own, the oven doesn’t need to be on”

“um- okay. yes chef”

you can’t be too mad at him though because as you turn on the stove and place the chopped veges into the wok, he gives a little happy wiggle, immediately smelling the crushed garlic and soy sauce you’d added

“so, we don’t need this to be fancy, we just need it to be nutritious, easy, and delicious. food is your fuel, but it should also be an enjoyable activity, otherwise you’ll never want to do it. most of these techniques i learnt when i stayed with my friend’s grandmother in gyeong-gu, they’re just hearty family recipes.”

“oh, gyeong-gu is lovely,” namjoon coos

“have you been?” 

“no.”

once the veges are cooking away, you instruct namjoon to fill a pot with water as you keep stirring away

“it’s not working” he frowns

“?? how is it not working, you’ve got the tap on full blast”

“the water is just going”

you sneak a peak

he’s trying to fill up a metal colander

eventually you manage to put a pot of water on the stove to boil and tell him to grab the noodles to add

“with the wrapper on?”

“please take the wrapper off first, namjoon”

“sure thing chef. i just asked because the plastic is so thin. i thought maybe it was like-” 

he pauses to violently struggle with the seal, seemingly not having noticed the easy-tear notch. with a huff, he finally breaks it open and the raw noodles go flopping onto the table (luckily clean)

“i thought maybe it was like how dishwasher tablets have the wrapper that dissolves in hot water, you know?”

“this wrapper doesn’t dissolve, joon”

he nods sadly, picking up and laying the noodles into the simmering water one at a time, delicately. “it would be better if it was. so much plastic these days, it’s not good for the turtles. or the crabs.”

you suppress a quirk of your lips at the way his voice goes so thoughtful and soft, a complete contrast from the overpowered aggression he used to rip open the noodle packet.

“now, namjoon, we should season these noodles a bit. what do we put in, do you wanna guess?”

“cumin” he answers immediately

you blink

“cumin?”

“if i could choose a spice, it would be cumin. do you have any?” 

“that- okay, i was thinking some salt, our main spices are going in the wok, we just want something for the noodles to cook a bit better in”

“if i don’t have salt at home, is cumin okay though?”

“everybody has salt, namjoon, it’s very easy to come by-”

“i don’t have salt” he retorts

the pot of boiling water bubbles in indignance

“but you have cumin?”

“two jars”

“d-do you mean those little spice jars? why would you need two at once-”

“i repurposed some jam jars. reduce, reuse, recycle. that grocery store down the road has these massive bins. you bring along whatever container you have and fill it up and weigh it.”

you think the vegetables are on the verge of sticking to the wok, so you hurriedly turn and give them a stir, mind fuzzy

“why would you need two jam jars of cumin? i thought you said you don’t cook at home?”

“i don’t,” he answers easily, then his eyebrows twitch, eyes distant like he’s having a realisation. with a thoughtful him, he smiles and nods his head. “but if i was going to cook, i’d want cumin to be involved.”

namjoon is a genius idiot and you think you are falling for him (panic)

(part 2 coming soon if u want it blease give me and himbo joonie validation)

[sapphicnausicaa]

In Which Johnny Tries to Talk to Max, But Then Panics Because of His Crush on Him

EDIT: ive put this on AO3 (FINALLY)

Johnny was on a mission, he was going to talk to the mvp about just who Johnny was. And Max was going to accept that this was the Johnny to Johnny, he wasnt going to stop being this Johnny and start be someone who wasnt Johnny anymore just to impress max. No, if this was going to work, if Johnny was going have Max respect him and junk too, it had to be because he was true to HIS heart, just like he true to his True Hearts Foreverboys.

So Johnny ran through the school, searching for max. He was determined to tell him exactly what he was thinking and how he was feeling. he wasnt going to back down from this, hes Johnny, the roughest, toughest, BUFFEST kid in the school!!! The thought of Max not like Johnny for how Johnny he is doesnt scare him!!!! He aint scared of nothing!!!! Hes JOHNNY JHONNY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!! And just when Johnnys hunt for the boy he junks seemed fruitless, he turned the corner and saw max, the currently-not-levitating boy, searching through his locker.

“MAX” Johnny yelled when he spotted Max, he ran up to him with intense determination. He skidded and slammed into the locker left of Max, causing the smaller boy to startle and drop his books.

“So,” Max said with a poorly held back smile in his voice, “did you come back to our next session already?” He turned to look at Johnny, lips pursed together with the corners of his mouth jerking up. He was clearly happy to see Johnny, even though his exhaustion from the day was even clearer. But his expression for concealed joy turned to one of pure confusion as he realized Johnny didnt have a shirt on. “Dude, what the flip? Wheres your shirt?”

Of course Johnny didnt hear this, he was still reeling from the unfairly cute face Max had just made that was making his face start to burn, the face that was SO SOFT and SO SQUISHABLE that it made his heart punch his throat and his voice to wither and die before it could for any words. Johnny, losing the hype he built up on the way to said soft and squishy boy, Johnny opened his mouth to say something along the lines of ‘i think your cool and want you to think im cool but not because im no longer johnny anymore’

Instead he made nothing choking, wheezy sound that caused the redness of his face to spread down his neck to his shoulders.

“Johnny? Buddy? You alright there my energetic ‘foe’?” Max said, calling Johnny's attention from his inability to properly speak, to Max. “You look like youre about to choke, do you need to go to the nurse for that? And to get a new shirt?” Max now had a raised eyebrow and a small frown on his face. his soft, squishable, absolutely adorable face and oh no Johnnys not as ready to confront all this junk hes feels towards Max as he thought he was.

“Johnny?” max asked as johnny's red face got redder and max's masked concern grew less masked. Johnny looked like he was about to burst into flames, and he was struggling to form a single word. “Johnny, dude whats up?” max reached out with his non-sling bound arm  to grab johnny's shoulder.

But the moment max's hand made contacted with him, johnny's nerves went from just slightly below what he can handle to busting past that limit and forcing johnny to take action, so he took action.

By screaming and shoving Max.

Max stumbled back with squak, arm flailing out and managing to get a hold onto his still open locker door to prevent himself from falling to the floor, looking at Johnny with extremely agitated confusion. Johnny, on the other hand, was not so luck. He, after shoving max in his panicked state, turned to bolt away from how overwhelmed he was. But instead of turning away from Max to the open hallway, where he would be free to flee, he turned towards the locks he had previously slammed into, and proceeded to smash into them, stumble back and slip on the books Max had dropped, and fall to the floor. Johnny, unable to properly function in such an emotionally stressed state, decided that the next best course of action would be to curl up in a ball and continue to scream out this indescribable emotion until he felt better. This is not something he could just punch out, even though he wishes it was.

[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG //CHAPTER 20

i mispelt the title as ‘oofal hunt’ which, i mean, mood,

IN THIS EPISODE OF DEPRESSION TO THE MAX:

"Fuck you."

THAT’S IT. THAT’S-- THERE’S THE CHAPTER.

/looks at the chosen lyrics for this chap :hrm:

do i still have to a little introduction to this liveblog? twenty chapters in? methinks not so lets just get right Tew It shall we

“We’re here, Ms. Fall.”

/marks this next section down on the tally of cinder’s mistakes. we’re somewhere in the high thousands.

An old Dust extraction point, quietly rotting. Cinder’s mouth pulled. There was an abysmal dearth of kindling.

cinder: you know you could at least take me somewhere better suited for me to kick your ass. this is VERY rude. am NOT a fan. my yelp review will NOT be kind.

i love cinder counting up the numbers. you know honestly id be deeply charmed if someone saw it fit to bring half an army out to take me on. i mean, would it be a pain in my ass? yes. but also. awh. thanks lads! love how many of you blocked out this evening just for me x

"Sienna Khan!" Cinder could barely hear herself between the claws of that strange laughter. "Sienna Khan! It’s really—really—you!"

uh-oh sisters,

oh man sienna and cinder is just. look. WOOF. theres a lot here. a lot going on. a lot that HAD gone on. but also im gay so this tension is peak for me PLEASE lay it on thick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LETS GO!

Cinder stopped laughing.

"Overkill," she repeated, and in the same breath, crossed the tarmac in full immolation.

HELL YEAH BABEY. but also was the more the implication that cinder is an easy kill OR the implication that glynda’s the bigger threat that’s more annoying,,,,,,,,,,,,, well!!!!!!!! too late to find out now!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They clashed: once, twice, three times, steel on Aura, flitting through space, but—he wasn't faster than Glynda.

wait it’s the former i forgot cinder’s gay nvm

“Cinder. I mean it. I want to talk.” Sienna’s face revealed nothing. Her gaze stayed fixed on Cinder, as if she were searching for something.

What it could be, Cinder had her guesses, and all of them repulsed her utterly. She spat, “Well, I was only planning on sending your Lieutenant’s head to you in a box signed Love Cinder, so I didn’t really come with a speech prepared.”

SDHJGHJGSKFD SORRY IM LIKE. tryna liveblog but im also just :EYES: at everything here.......... im SO PUMPED for this cause im just SO CURIOUS,,,,,, WE’VE HAD SO MANY SNIPPETS,,,,,,,,, BUT IM HONGRY FOR MORE,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

that said i feel like cinder’s the type of person who revisits arguments in her head hours later with new, better points, so i think she does have a speech prepared. in fact i think she has many words stored up in the ol’ meatspace, and all of them are very rude,

The Sienna Khan that Cinder remembered still had baby-fat in her cheeks and hadn’t learned to keep her thoughts off her face. The one she saw now had weaponized distance.

/stage whisper hang on that visual is cute dont put it in HERE where the TENSION IS

Quietly, Sienna went for her belt, pulling away something the same polished silver as her whip. It might have been an arrow tip, except that it was lethally barbed and looked like it had been modified to chamber Dust. Pale blue glinted within it.

Cinder darkened. "Ice Dust?"

sienna: i wanna talk sienna: with violence!

GOD ITS REAL INTERESTING CAUSE,,,,,,,,,, THERE’S A LOT HAPPENING HERE. glynda didnt Know cinder in any sense so we’ve very much been on the ‘let’s figure cinder out with glynda’ train like the whole. the rain! and the desert! etc! all very much thru the lens of glynda ‘i dont remember shit’ goodwitch! so now we have seinna who Knows Shit cause there’s so much history here and im like blease wait talk more first i want the KNOWLEDGE

[...] "Roman Torchwick is holed up in Vytal with your warehouses, and those two teens haven’t been sighted in months... But you wouldn't send them that far north, would you?”

“I wouldn’t send them anywhere you could get your claws in them.”

“The White Fang isn’t like that anymore. We don’t strong-arm children into our ranks. That girl—the snake Faunus—”

“If you say one more word about her,” Cinder said. “I’m going to do something drastic to every single person here.”

ACTUALLY TALK LESS TALK LESS LETS FIGHT RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!! AND NOT TALK!!!!!!!! A T A L L

Sienna's shoulders leveled. "This is not Hróðvitnir's White Fang anymore."

me: huh why do i recognise that name,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, me: oh yeah!!!!!!! that bitch,

HJGDSJKHGFDS we Love a homage to a classic au and to a cinder so good that id die for her. i mean id die for this cinder too but like that was another level of Die For. anyway. back to the au at hand,

“If I didn’t know better, I might believe you," Cinder snapped, and her old scars throbbed in tandem. “But I do know better. I found one of your parasites, sucking the life out of a town near the wastes. Bringing the White Fang’s protection. You should have seen how he protected them. There wasn't a child there without a fang or an antler missing."

hang on a sec, lets LEAP BACK in time for just a moment

okay so i nipped back to chapter five for just a hot second to see if there was a line that was particular pertinent, but also i found smthng else...

Violence collected at her twitching fingers, old scars across her body flaring with phantom pain. (Chapter 5)

“If I didn’t know better, I might believe you," Cinder snapped, and her old scars throbbed in tandem. (Chapter 20)

HM,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, man. cinder. you got real fucked up huh. ANYWAY THAT WASNT WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR I JUST LINED THE CONTINUITY (because im jealous). what i was ACTUALLY looking for was THIS:

There would be another overseer, the inhabitants would resume their harried lives, and Cinder wouldn’t spare this town a second thought.

i said at the time in an emotional fit of pain that this was a straight-up lie but cinder is nothing if not a melting pot of emotional reckoning, and I WAS RIGHT. LET IT BE INSCRIBED UNTO THE STONES!!!! SHE DID SPARE IT A SECOND THOUGHT!!!!!!!! HELD IN HER MIND LONG ENOUGH TO RECALL THE DETAILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST 2 SPIT IT IN SIENNA’S FACE!!!!!!!!! im telling you that cinder has SO MUCH MORE GOING ON!!!!!!!!!!! and heres my PROOF. PROOF OF WHY SHES AN ANGEL (ONLY ON TUESDAYS THOUGH [10AM-1PM])!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then: "Why don't you say," Sienna responded slowly, her expression slotting into place like a bullet chambering, "precisely what you mean, Cinder."

"Fuck you."

:’3c

cinder has such a way with words. i love her eloquence. remember that time glynda thought she was taking the piss out of the fact she was autistic at dinner? cinder yr a maestro. never change.

“You brought Beowolves to heel. You could turn a Goliath with a word!"

“I had—no—Aura! Nothing to protect me!”

:eyes: :thinking:

HM,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, INTERESTING??????? i feel like this is the first time we’ve heard of cinder w/o aura implicitly? unless im Stupit and dont remember a Got Dang Thing but HUH. does this. hm. huh. am i stupid. someone tell me if i missed a thing.

“This isn’t a diplomatic mission, Cinder. I simply wanted to know what their lives were worth to you—before we wipe our hands of each other for good.”

“That’s a funny way of saying only one of us is walking away from this.”

GOD,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i LOVE this scene a lot the interplay between sienna and cinder is absolutely PEAK,,,,,,,, PEAQUE,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, im rly enjoying this. also im dying. but im enjoy it a LOT.

“The White Fang you and I grew up in doesn't exist anymore. We’re changing. But you… When did you stop caring? Was it when you cut your horns to be one of them instead?"

Dragonfire scorched Cinder's lungs, blackening every word: "I was never—your—people."

feels like its been a good goddamn whilst since i got to do one of these 👈😎👈, so let’s savour the moment

👈👈👈👈👈👈😎👈👈👈👈👈👈

aaaaaand savoured. lets continue.

Shaking with the effort of holding her strike, Sienna grit, "I won't relish this."

And Cinder howled, "I will!”

ah shit i shouldve said lets RELISH this to tie the whole theme together and-- and fuck it, combat scene. never good at liveblogging these. sdfjhgsdfghj

Gunfire sparked against her, but she honed in on him with single-minded intent, the kind she’d whetted to a razor’s edge against Glynda.

for a chapter following cinder escaping glynda, she’s thought about her TWICE now. huh. huh. interesting. gay. and interesting,,,,,,

It was nothing like fighting Glynda. This was bleak and repetitive: the second drove forward and Sienna covered his openings, stopping Cinder before she could rip his heart from his chest, and all the while, the gunfire whittled away at her Aura. It was a joyless tactic, no flair or heart, and yet—

HUH. GAY AND INTERESTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO FLAIR OR HEART,,,,,,,,,, i cant believe every time they fought cinder was actually just doing a shit job of flirting. the more you know.

The world erupted into flames. They grew massive, swirling around her like a hurricane—Cinder’s Aura exploded outward in desperation, like a dying star defiantly spending the last of itself on a supernova; one final flare, brighter than entire galaxies, if only for a single moment. Cinder felt flashes of bright pain through her muscles as if the fire was burning her from inside.

MAN,,,,,,,,,,,,, I COULD TALK ABT SOME UH,,,,,,,,,,,,, well. i could talk abt a few things here. but theyre kinda 👈😎👈 so i WONT,,,,,,,,,,,,,, but kno that i am having some Thoughts on the matter. hm.

“Prove it!” Death was thrumming in her veins. It had never made her brave before. It did now, the memory of Glynda’s blind, resolute stare heady in her skull. “Come and prove it! Do it, or I’ll hunt you to your last, miserable breath, Sienna!”

so remember when glynda had her little outburst at winter and i said that i love how cinder rubbed off on glynda in the worst way? i cant believe glynda ALSO rubbed off on cinder ALSO in the WORST WAY!!!! this is how u know this truly is a soulmates thing.

“It’s a shame you outgrew your swords, Cinder Fall. I would have taken them as a trophy,”

it’s with great disappointment that i must say: i agree with adam. the swords were hot. they should come back.

Sienna’s footsteps were whispers at Cinder’s back. The trap was closing. Cinder pooled flame in one palm. The other hand was useless, limp at her side. Impotent rage tasted like blood in her mouth. “I don’t even remember your fucking name.”

HJGKDSFKJHGFSDJDHGF GOD IM SORRY BUT THIS MADE ME LAUGH. WHAT A LINE. WHAT A LINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i may actually have to draw this scene that image is SO wonderful. just cinder, staggering, exhausted, and she still manages to just spit that out. im screaming. shes a champion. i think she won this battle literally just there pack it up her burns come in more flavours than one.

Beneath Cinder, Hati turned, scanning for an escape, but she didn’t drop Sienna’s gaze. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she said, “I’m told I’m something of a menace.”

firstly: AAAAAAAAA HATI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BABY BOY OH NO THATS NO GOOD BAD TIMES AWFUL FEELS MY GUY!!!!!!!!!!!! secondly: CINDER THESE ZINGERS ARE UNREAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JESUS CHRIST. I KNEW YOU LIED WHEN YOU DIDNT HAVE A SPEECH HOW MUCH MATERIAL HAVE YOU GOT IN THERE?????????

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

WAIT WHAT HANG ON

WHAT

WAIT

W H AT

okay wait hold on lets dial back i read ahead and dint live blog wait rthereghsdfgjhdffd HOLD ON

Cinder buried her face in Hati’s mane, hating them, hating, hating, hating. Black ichor clotted in Hati’s fur, tacky against her palms. Grimm didn’t have Auras to protect them, and exit wounds riddled Hati’s mighty body. Cinder’s heart lurched with fury. She could have screamed.

i read this bit and got STRESSED because hati is PEAK like hati didnt even fucking SHOW UP in og but i LOVE HIM and i knew shit would happen because its fucking offal hunt BUT

It should have been impossible at this distance, but Cinder could feel her gaze like traded blows, even nestled among the black of Hati’s pelt.

Sienna’s eyes shone like coins. They were cool, detached. Prepared.

She twisted her wrist and the whip flickered through the air in tight wheels. Its end glittered pale blue.

UH OH

Adrenaline cooled to permafrost in Cinder’s body, as though the Dust had already found its home between her ribs.

Cinder whispered, “Don’t.”

UH OH

Expressionless, Sienna gave a wide lash, and the jagged end of her whip released with a click. Silver sliced through the air, then through feathers and fur, with a sickening sound—wet and meaty as the arrowhead dagger buried itself deep into flesh. Hati’s whole body shuddered and Cinder only had a moment more before ice exploded from his ribs, ripping out through his pelt, even slicing into Cinder’s own skin. It speared him from deep inside, where the cartridge had sunk, impaling everything and rending him asunder.

JESUS JESUS CHRIST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

JESUS CHRIST WHAT A VISCERAL DEATH SCENE HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O H N O T H A T S A N O G O O D V E R Y B A D T I M E

Cinder’s stomach jumped into her throat, and she held on tight to Hati, her bastion, her sanctuary, her family—held on tight like it would make any difference at all—like she could hold her family together with just her own two hands.

Hati dissolved right between her fingertips, and she plummeted alone.

like she could hold her family together with just her own two hands

OUGH what the FUCK

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HEY THIS. HEY THIS SUCKED HEY THIS WAS A BAD CHAPTER WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT WAS HATI!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT WAS MY BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!! GO TO HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EXCUSE ME????????? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?????????? HELLO??????????? WHAT THE FUCK????????? SIENNA???????? BITCH?????????? GO TO H E L L

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[avantegarda]

can i blease get a rambling maglor hc? (is it cheating if i ask for more fellowship au too? esp if it’s like. before they actually set out? maybe he talked abt it w elrond? aaaaa this is so specific i’m sorry) (congrats on 700 btw!!!)

bless you, sweet nonnie, for giving me this lovely and specific prompt. I’ve been wanting to write something like this for ages.

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“Most people will say you are making a mistake here. Valar, half the time I think you’re making a mistake. And coming from me, that means something.”

Elrond shook his head emphatically. “Your concerns are noted, Father, but I do not believe I’m making a mistake. We must have an Elf in the Fellowship, for diplomatic as well as practical reasons, and with your skills...well, who else was I supposed to choose? That son of Thranduil’s may be brave but he’s still practically a child, and Glorfindel insists he’s needed here. Leaving you as my best choice, Father.”

“And that’s another thing,” said Maglor. “This business of calling me ‘Father.’ I think it needs to stop, at least when we are around other people. You should see the looks I’ve been getting from that young Mr. Baggins--in his and everyone else’s eyes I must seem like the worst kind of usurper, robbing the illustrious Earendil of his claim to you.”

“I will stop calling you Father when you stop being the person who raised me,” Elrond said. “And since as far as I am aware it isn’t possible to go back and time and alter the events of Sirion, I’m afraid you’re stuck with the title.”

Maglor’s features softened into a fond smile. “You always were a stubborn little beast. Everyone always said Elros was the pigheaded one, but you were as bad as he was--just managed to hide it better.”

“Quite so,” Elrond agreed. “And so absolutely nothing will convince me that you are not the right person for this quest. Don’t make me pull rank on you. Remember, had I been inclined to take the title I could have been High King.”

“My dear boy,” said Maglor. “I hate to tell you this, but you’re a king whether you’ve got the title or not.”

[pasteljeon]

Waste it on Me (m)

Anonymous said: can I request a werewolf au w/ hobi, where he’s in heat and you’re his mate? love you!!

Summary: His wolf chose you, and he had to admit he didn’t put up much of a fight, anyway.

Werewolf!AU, wolf!Hobi, college!au

Pairing: Hoseok/Reader

Warnings: some angst, fluff, switch!hobi, switch!reader, heat sex, mild breeding kink, plot if you laugh like jimin (I’m sORRY)

Length: 3.2k

Notes: so I might’ve gotten really carried away with this concept but I think it’s time Hobi got some limelight + his hip thrusts BLEASE I’m sorry :( also this is basically gratuitous sex I don’t know what I was thinking

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“Incumbents typically ignore these smaller margin markets in favour of catering efforts to their mainstream customers, allowing new entrants to introduce this disruptive technology to a niche market …”

Hoseok propped his chin on a hand, dozing lightly, exhausted from his morning practice. His abdomen still ached from where Jungkook had drastically misaimed his penalty shot.

“…which we will be covering on Thursday’s class. See you all then.”

He jolted awake at the burst of conversation, textbooks being slammed shut, laptops stuffed back in bags and footsteps trampling toward the lecture doors.

He yawned, rolling his shoulders back before he started repacking his materials, though his notebook laid mostly empty, with four hastily scrawled points he managed to stay awake for at the beginning of the class.

“Hi, excuse me?” He paused, swivelling around to see familiar, piercing chocolate eyes staring back at him, a small, knowing but exasperated smile playing on her lips.

“If you’re not going to pay attention, could you please try not to snore so loudly?” He could feel himself shrinking under her gaze, sharp yet amused. He nodded, tight-lipped. “Sorry.”

“Nice going.” Hoseok turned to see Yoongi smirking at him, having had watched the entire exchange.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” The younger hissed, cheeks blooming hotly as he took a quick glance around, relieved when no one else appeared to have noticed. Granted, his row was relatively empty, given most students opted out of 8am lectures like this one.

The other man ran a hand through his messy mint-coloured locks, laughing. “Didn’t think anyone else could hear, honestly. And it was funny.”

“Fuck you, hyung,” Hoseok complained, marching out of the hall and toward the dining hall. “I need some caffeine for this shit.”

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“What’s wrong with Hobi-hyung?” Taehyung whispered loudly, prodding the pouting man with the butt of his chopsticks. Hoseok swatted him away, ignoring Yoongi’s cackles as he took another bite out of his hamburger almost angrily.

“He got called out for sleeping in lecture by ___.”

Jimin looked up from his salad, expression distraught. “Hyung! You know this material is being covered on the midterm, right? You can’t just skip like that!”

“Calm down, Minnie,” he muttered. “I’ll be fine. Besides, you should be blaming Jungkookie for this,” he pointed at the maknae accusingly. “He’s the one that wanted to hold practice at four today instead of six so he could get his dick wet!”

Jungkook only smirked, leaning back. “And what about it, hyung? Weren’t you the one that fucked—”

“Enough, let’s not talk about this while eating,” Jin intervened quickly, seeing as Hoseok was straight up about to chuck his mayo-drenched lettuce at the youngest.

“Speaking of food, Jin-hyung, is it true that—”

“Sit down and eat your Happy Meal Jungkook.”

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“Want you,” she mewled, fingers digging into his shoulder blades as he scraped his teeth against her nipple, hand shoved down her panties and thumbing that sensitive bundle. “P-please! Don’t tease me!”

“God, I love it when you beg,” he rasped, erection digging uncomfortably against his stomach as he rutted against you.

“Hobi—”

His alarm screeched, ringing incessantly. He shot awake, sweat beading at his brow, the heat stifling and the silk of his briefs skimming his hardened length in a way that had him gritting his teeth.

He fumbled for his phone, shutting the alarm as he rubbed his sensitive ears, wincing.

“Fuck,” he groaned, running a hand down his face as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. “You’re kidding me.”

He shoved his blankets to the side and hobbled awkwardly toward the washroom, locking it behind him firmly for the fifth time this week.

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“That dream again?” He nodded, not looking up at where he was adding packets of sugar to his coffee, the telltale lines under his eyes a dead giveaway.

“Sorry hyung,” Jimin said sympathetically, patting his shoulder. Hoseok grunted, crumpling his napkin and tossing it into the garbage before grabbing his duffle bag and swinging his cleats over his shoulder. “See you guys on the field.”

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Jung Hoseok, co-captain of the university soccer varsity team and part of BTS, the famed frat that housed the seven outworldly handsome and accomplished men, dubbed the Bangtan Boys. A tight-knit group of friends that all students longed to be a part of.

Sandy, windswept hair, a heart-shaped smile and glowing, friendly and kind personality to boot, Hoseok was a beautiful specimen. If you could see past the fact that he was no exception to the golden rule—a playboy, through and through. All of Bangtan were. You could consider yourself extremely lucky if one of them decided to pick you up, but the warnings were written in blaring red highlights—they were heartbreakers, and if you wanted to keep that thing in your chest safe, it was best not to get too close.

A whistle blew from the distance and shouts echoed from below. The bleachers were littered with students from all years, most pretending to study, though poorly conducted given the way drool pooled at the edge of their lips and the amount of books held upside down at gazes drawn elsewhere.

“What is it about him that you hate so much?” Tess asked, eyes trained on the way Hoseok’s legs flexed as he ran. You hummed absentmindedly as you squinted at your textbook. “Seriously, ___, he’s literally so gorgeous. Didn’t you end up hooking up with him last year?”

You sighed, blowing a stray tendril from your eyes as you turned to your friend pointedly. “That’s exactly why. I don’t hate him, but, well, he’s the same as any other player. He lures you in with his body and sweet talk and then throws you away when he deems you’re of no more value to him.”

“But you already knew all that,” Tess said, eyebrows furrowing. “Then why’d you sleep with him?”

You shrugged, flipping to the next page. “I thought what most people thought. That I could change him. That I could be enough to make him want to stay. I was wrong.”

A choked gasp from beside you, a blonde communications major you remembered working with on a project from that one elective class you took second year.

You glanced down to assess the damage, but it probably ended up being the second mistake of the day. Hoseok had his head tipped up, water droplets sliding down his neck, throat bobbing. His jersey was plastered against his bronzed skin, revealing lines of smooth, taunt muscle when he lifted the edge to wipe his forehead.

“Alright, I think that’s enough of this for today,” you sighed, gathering your belongings. “I’ll see you in Business Law.”

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He remembered that night more vividly than any other in his life, games included.

The moment your eyes had met, the attraction burned like firelight. It was tangible, so thick he could taste it on his tongue. He body thrummed like a livewire, running cold and hot simultaneously until he thought he was going to combust.

But it hadn’t been your appearance that drew him to you. No, it was your soul. Something about the way you spoke, the way you walked, the way you grew alight by your passions, the way you insisted on wearing that ugly scarf he bought you that Christmas because even though he was horrible at gift-giving, you told him the intention was enough to keep you warm. You were beautiful, and even more so beneath him, skin bathed in the moonlight and hair slipping through his fingers like silk.

It wasn’t until New Years that he realized why your mere presence had been magnetic to him.

At that point, you’d been more than just fuck buddies, but less than lovers. You were his best friend, albeit hidden from the world, you knew everything there was to know about him. Why January meant he had to visit Busan, why he had to keep Tuesdays empty every year, why he liked yellow over red.

But there was one secret he’d been very careful at keeping.

That night. That night, it should’ve been clear from the start. He should’ve known, picked up the signs.

That night, your friends had dragged you to a bar. His heat had already begun, and he was chained to his bed, delirious. Wanting you. Needing you. At the peak of his heat, it was too much. He had to go. To find you. It was burning him up from inside, being apart from you.

He managed to trick Jimin into freeing him, poor, clueless Jimin. Hoseok stumbled to the bar, looking rather drunken and out of it himself, hair raked back, sweat coating him like a second skin. He found you pressed up against another man, and he snapped.

He took you against the wall of the bathroom, cumming so hard he saw stars. But when his knot began to form, he paled, the fog clearing momentarily as a bucket of ice washed over him in realization.

His goddamn wolf had chosen you.

He avoided you like the plague after that.

The next time he saw you, your eyes were wide in shock, disbelief and—not even anger. Just disappointment and hurt. The myriad of emotions flickered on your face before it smoothed out and you simply turned on your heel, shutting the door quietly behind you.

He had been balls deep in that blonde from communications you’d told him about.

And the last time he saw you, you’d come to pick up the books you’d left at his dorm. The ones you’d been using while you were teaching him statistics less than a week ago.

“I thought I meant more to you than just another one of your flings. I should’ve known.” Your eyes, beautiful and luminous, were glistening. Your lips, trembling, the scorn in your tone palpable. His heart clenched painfully, his wolf howling at the agony. Protesting, clawing at his throat.

“I was never going to be enough to keep you honest.”

He hadn’t had a peaceful night since.

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His heats got worse. He’d essentially rejected the mating bond, forcibly removing himself from the presence of his fated one and was now suffering the consequences.

“I fucked up, hyung.”

His throat itched.

“I hurt her, did things I didn’t mean.”

His arms strained, mouth dry.

“I just want to see her again. Apologize. Tell her how much she means to me.”

His cock throbbed at the thought.

“I can’t let you do that, hyung, I’m sorry. It’s too dangerous and you’re not in the right mindset. If you want to talk to her, you can do it once your heat is over.”

God, it was the same routine. Namjoon’s heart went out for the older man, the idea of shutting out the one person you were destined for was excruciating. Every moon, Hoseok would beg, cry, scream for you. For a second chance.

Yet, as soon as his heat passed, Hoseok would shake his head, forcing them to promise not to approach you, not to take any action regardless of what he’d said.

He knew how much you despised him, and he couldn’t blame you. He’d broke your heart and stomped all over it, after all.

At least it was his final year.

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“___, hi!”

You eyed the silver-haired man warily, but slid into the proffered seat across from him. “Jimin. I didn’t expect to hear from you. What’s the emergency?”

“We know about you and Hobi-hyung.” You raised an eyebrow, unsurprised. “I knew you would eventually. Is that the emergency?”

“No, actually, it’s a lot more complicated than you think,” Jimin hesitated, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. You sighed. You knew Jimin was the sweetest of the bunch, and though he didn’t seem like a threat, the man was gorgeous in his own right and had his fair share of broken hearts. You also knew he wasn’t the type to call you up idly so something was definitely up.

“Okay. Lay it on me,” you said, waving over a waiter to order a latte.

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“You’re kidding.” Hoseok blinked, the heat crawling in his veins flaring as he inhaled, the sweet scent had him arching as back, a low moan escaping his lips as his head swung around frantically.

“___,” he called. He scrabbled at the chains holding him down, wrenching at the ones on his wrist as he struggled to find you, still glancing around wildly. “___!”

“___,” relief flooded him as the murmuring behind the door silenced and it swung open. The room was dark, curtains drawn and the harsh white light had him cringing away. You nodded at Jimin, who looked at you worriedly, and shut it behind you, a blanket of shadows obscuring the room once more, save for the glowing of his golden eyes.

“___,” he pressed himself closer when you reached up to cup his cheek. He nuzzled your hand, purring. “I was a coward before, and even though this is a dream, I still want you to know,” he whispered, golden irises smouldering as he gazed at you. Arousal pooled at your stomach, the mere sight of him chained down and fucked out enough to have you rubbing your legs together.

“I know,” you murmured. “It’s okay, Hobi. I know.” He panted, eyes rolling back as you fingers played with the hair at his nape.

“I can smell you,” Hoseok moaned, tugging at his bindings. “You smell so sweet. Fuck! I want a taste. I need it. Please!”

You surveyed him, stepping back. He watched, entranced, pupils blown out until a thin, amber ring remained, as you pulled off your shirt, unclipped your bra and slid off your jeans.

“Wanna make you come on my tongue, wanna make you mine,” he gasped, pulling against the straps. You approached him slowly, but he wasted no time, yanking you closer as his hands squeezed your buttocks and he buried his face in your pussy, ripping your panties away with his teeth.

“Ah, Hobi!” You cried, fingers twisting in his damp locks as he sucked on your clit, two fingers thrusting brutally. He refused to stop, even as you came and pushed him off weakly from overstimulation.

“Kiss me, Hobi,” you panted. He surged upward, crashing his lips against yours, hungry and needy. You could taste yourself, but couldn’t find it in you to care as he braced one arm under you and swept you onto the bed, mouthing your neck as he pinned you down.

“Need you,” he pleaded, barely coherent with the way his head spun at your intoxicating scent, tearing his briefs off to grind against you, tip weeping precum and his balls feeling impossibly full and heavy. “Wanna fuck you, fill you to the brim. I know you’ll bear my pups so well, baby.”

Every touch was blistering, his body overheating, his hands shoving your legs apart as he lined himself up. Still, he waited, practically vibrating with frustration and arousal, but he needed—needed you to—

“Fuck me, Hobi,” you breathed, hands trailing down his chest as you pinched his nipples. “Breed me. Wanna be yours.” He whined, eyes screwing up tightly as he squeezed his cock.

“Fuck, fuck!” He panted. He took a steadying breath, hardly believing any of this to be true, but you wrapped your legs around him, digging your heels into his ass and urging him wordlessly to continue.

“Say my name,” he growled, chains rattling as with every thrust. His fingers were sure to leave purpled bruises on your hips, but the way his thick length scraped your g-spot with every stroke had you seeing stars.

“H-Hoseok!” You cried out as he rolled that nub between his fingers, your walls clenching on him tightly. He moaned at the feeling, increasing his pace as he leaned down, burying his face in the curve of your neck, teeth scraping at the delicate skin.

“____-____!” Through the haze of your pleasure, you peeled your eyes open, his body tensed and muscles locked above you. “Do it, Hobi,” you murmured, squeezing around him. He choked, a dribble of cum escaping him. “Do it, alpha.”

He came hard, vision white as his teeth pricked your neck, cum painting your walls hotly. It took several moments before it began to stem, the feeling of fullness had you blinking sleepily at him.

Hoseok licked the small wounds, nuzzling them as he sighed, breath ghosting across the shell of your ear as he shifted gingerly to rest on his side, shoving the restricting chains to the side as he pulled you closer, ensuring not a single drop of his cum escaped.

“I love you, ___,” he rasped, and you parted your lips to kiss him tiredly. “I love you too, Hobi.”

The two of you two make out leisurely until—

You squirmed, warmth stirring in your stomach when you felt him swell inside of you, twitching.

“Sorry,” he whispered against your mouth. “It’s the heat.”

You sat up carefully to swing a leg over his waist, straddling him as you clenched. “AH!”

“It’s my turn now, don’t you think?” You traced a finger down his pecs, abs rippling beneath your teasing touch.

“Someone still needs to be punished for what he’s done,” you purred. Hoseok slammed his head back against his pillow, tossing it side to side as he wails, begging you to just fuck him already, damn it.

Fuck, it was going to be a long week.

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“If I knew this was going to happen, I would’ve never done it,” Jimin whimpered, jabbing the volume button uselessly.

“That’s it,” Yoongi groused, jamming his beanie on as he grabbed his keys. “Let me know when they’re done being horndogs. In the meantime, I’m gonna go take a cold ass shower at the studio.”

Jin sighed, clapping his hands as he got to his feet. “Alright kids, time to evacuate. We can at least be happy for the man. At least one of us has a mate now.”

“Told you we should’ve invested in some soundproof walls,” Taehyung grumbled.

As they dispersed to gather some clothing, the dorm door banged open. Jungkook came staggering in, face white and hands shaking.

“Uh, that might not just be one of us anymore,” Namjoon murmured lowly to Jin.

Jimin put up a hand. “Don’t look at me. I’m not dealing with this ever again.”

[jawnjendes]

isn’t it obvious i’m a wreck | shawn mendes

university au, shawn x goth gf

AN: fun fact the song this fic is named after has the same name as one of shawns songs :P anyway, this one is a bit angsty, and continued from no medicine is strong enough so yh if u like this series blease let me know and blease feel free to reblog the masterlist :’)

masterlist | series playlist

Only rarely was I ever vocal about my pain. Go ahead, pretend to be shocked. I mask my hurt, angry, upset feelings with mannerisms and behaviors my therapist wouldn’t necessarily approve of. I’d clear my throat to keep from crying hysterically. I’d play video games on the couch to avoid thinking about whatever is shaking my world at the moment. I’d fuck my boyfriend to avoid talking about my feelings sometimes, I’ll admit it.

But this… This was something I could not put on a front for, even if I wanted to. I really did not want to put on a mask. Shawn had to see what was happening to me, he had to know what he created inside me. My knees went weak and I was on the floor in his bedroom, heavy tears welling in my eyes. Something like a scream erupted out of me, followed by several loud, uncontrollable sobbing. He didn’t even finish his anecdote before I pieced it together.

My insides went cold as ice but hot as lava at the same time. I felt like I was physically falling apart, like my limbs were going to come off, like my surgery stitches were going to pop, like my heart was going to fall out of my chest if I didn’t hold myself. I hunched over, my forehead hitting the carpet as I cried louder.

“I’m… so sorry,” Shawn mumbled from where he sat on the bed.

“No you’re not!” I yelled at him as I sat up, my voice shaky and incoherent. “You could have done… you could have done so many other things before… before…”

“I know…”

“No you don’t! If you knew you wouldn’t have done anything! If you knew, you could have just broken up with me instead of betray me!” Angry tears streamed down my face, blackened by my mascara. I looked as crazy as I felt, as crazy as I just became. “Who was she? Do you love her?”

“No!” Shawn replied, looking at the floor. He had a pained expression on his face. Pain he only brought to himself. “It was just a stupid mistake, I was-” He sighed.

“What?! Say it!”

He got to his feet, looking down at me. “I was mad, okay? I was angry because you refuse to tell me anything! Ever since you left the hospital, you’ve shut me out! You make it so hard for me to even look at you! You make it so hard for me to love you! You’re so difficult to deal with, it’s like you want me to leave!”

My hand went to my stomach, where I was cut open not that long ago. I could feel the thick, bumpy surgery scar under my shirt. I was practically botched, cut open like a pig at a slaughterhouse. It messed with my head for a bit, and I needed even more therapy for it. I have mild trauma from my time in the hospital and it gives Shawn an excuse to cheat on me? Where is the logic in that?

“You made the decision to go out, hit up some random girl, go home with her… and it’s my fucking fault!?” I screamed, standing up once again. No more tears, I actually wanted to punch him. “You betray me, you hurt me…” Okay, more tears. “You throw away everything we have, after it took so long for me trust you, and it’s my fault?”

It’s my fault! It’s my fault! Everything is my fault!

Shawn made big strides towards me, and he grabbed my arm. He was saying something to me, but I was crying so much it made my stomach hurt. His voice was gentle now, and he was shaking me slightly. I tried to yank myself away, how dare he touch me… His hands have been on someone else’s skin. How could he touch me?

“Honey…”

I closed my eyes and shook my head, not wanting to hear the nickname he gave to everybody. He probably gave her the same nickname. It made me feel incredibly sick, I actually wanted to vomit.

“Hey there, little fighter…”

My eyes opened again, only slightly. It was hard to keep my eyes from squinting, because it was suddenly very bright in the room. I also felt wildly sleepy, like I could slip into a permanent coma at any moment. I couldn’t process any of my surroundings, the only thing I was sure of was that I was sitting on a bed, lying at an angle, and someone was holding my right hand and grabbing my left arm.

After blinking a few times, I looked to my left and saw a blonde lady in green scrubs standing next to me. She had thick black frames on and a pen in her bun. She was poking at a machine next to my bed until she realized I was staring at her with a stupid look on my face.

“Hi there, how ya feeling?” she asked, smiling at me like I was toddler.

“Sad,” I replied in a whisper. My throat was incredibly dry. I coughed once. “I think my boyfriend cheated on me.”

“That boyfriend?” the lady asked, pointing across the bed.

I turned my head the other way, finding Shawn sitting at my bedside. He was holding my hand and looking at me like it was fucking Christmas or something.

“You’re too pretty to cheat,” I mumbled. “Only ugly men cheat.”

He chuckled, though his brow furrowed in mild confusion.

“I feel sick,” I announced. “My boyfriend cheated and I feel sick.”

The blonde lady nurse person quickly grabbed a silver bowl from a table that appeared out of nowhere, and she held it for me as I puked in it. She reassured Shawn that that was normal, it was just the anesthesia. Oh yeah, I had surgery.

I fell asleep after that. When I woke up again, the blonde lady was gone, but Shawn was still holding my hand. Now, I knew that was Shawn Mendes, the popular singing guy from the college I went to. I knew that I knew him on some level. But I just stared at him with groggy eyes while he scrolled on his phone with his free hand.

“You’re pretty,” I mumbled. “Are you single?”

He eyes flickered up to me, and a the corners of his mouth went up. “Huh?”

“Are you here with anyone?” I asked.

“Uh, my mom should be coming soon. Stella just left, though.”

“No, like, do you have a date or something? You taken? You’re so cute…”

“Yeah, I’m taken. By you. I’m your boyfriend.”

My eyes widened for the first time. That statement shocked me so much I fell back asleep.

~

Several things kept me awake in the days after my surgery. For one thing, a nurse came in every hour to check my vitals and my incision site, even at night. I heard Shawn singing to himself whenever I tried to nap. I was pretty sure either his mom, Stella, or both were talking in the room. I felt like I was either balls deep in a coma, or balls deep in insomnia.

Anyway, the surgery was successful. Part of my bowel was removed, and I had to be kept on a liquid diet for a while. I still had a fever that made me slightly delirious. It was like the morphine except my body wasn’t numb. Shawn was quite entertained by my delusions, because I talked way too much about things I normally wouldn’t talk about.

“Don’t tell anyone,” I said to him on day four of fever dreams, “but you’re my favorite person ever, and I’m so lucky to have you.”

He was leaning on the bed, elbows on the thin, lumpy mattress. He was smiling so wide you almost couldn’t notice the bags under his eyes. “Well, you’re my favorite person too, and I’ll tell anyone who will listen.”

“Must be nice to not be scared of your feelings.” I looked at his arm, the one with all the tattoos. Then, I looked at his face. “God, you make me so-”

“So what?” He took my hand in his, and he rubbed my fingers with his thumb. He had a hopeful look in his eyes, like I was going to confess my love for the very first time.

Before my lagging brain could say anything more, a nurse entered the room. Older lady with short grey hair, very smiley. I wasn’t sure what time of the day it was, time didn’t exist in these walls. Maybe it was early, since she was so smiley. Most nurses at night were cranky and sleepy.

“Morning, you two,” she said, walking over to check my vitals on the machines. “You feeling okay, sweetie?”

“I’m good,” I said. “My cut feels warm, though.”

That warm feeling turned out to be a surgical site infection. It was hot, it was red, it was the cause of my fever, and best of all, it smelled and secreted some nasty shit. Needless to say, my hospital stay extended five more days. I had to convince Shawn to go back to work. One of us had to stay busy. He always came back to sleep at the hospital so I wasn't alone.

In other news, I was excused and given full credit for my English final, thank god. No prior studying had been done on my part, so I got lucky. As for research methods, I just had to email my final essay to my professor. Academically, I didn’t have to stress anymore. Living wise, Stella was constantly texting me about which of my belongings should go in which boxes, and where I got my textbooks from because none of them were from the campus bookstore. I had to make Shawn go to campus to help her.

By the time I was properly discharged, all of my things were moved into Shawn’s apartment, and my car was in the parking lot. We stumbled through the front door only to see several boxes lined up on the floor along the wall. I was leaning on Shawn for support, but the hallway was now too crowded for two people.

“Fuck,” Shawn cursed under his breath. “Here, let’s do it this way.”

He moved so he was standing in front of me, and he took both of my hands. Slowly, but surely. I stumbled my way through the hallway, careful not to disturbed the five tiny but deep cuts on my belly. They were still numb from the Vicodin I was given, so it was only a matter of time before the pain kicked in.

“You wanna go to the bed or the couch?” he asked, frequently looking behind himself so as to not trip on anything.

“Couch,” I said, “I wanna watch TV.”

“Alright, here we go.”

Who knew getting to the couch would be so exhausting? I was sat on the soft white cushion in minutes, completely winded. Shawn handed me the remote and smiled.

“Need anything?”

I shook my head.

“Okay. I’m gonna go move those boxes. Let me know if you need anything.”

What I needed was to be useful. Those were my boxes, my belongings. I had to be responsible for them. But no, one wrong move, and I’ll bleed out on Shawn’s white couch.

I couldn’t even lift my legs up and lie down on my side, or reach the handle to recline the seat without straining myself. I could only listen to Shawn move things around, and I could only stare out the massive windows. I had successfully turned into a couch potato in less than five minutes.

Eventually, I settled for watching gaming videos on YouTube. I fell down the rabbit hole that is Legend of Zelda theories. I had nothing else to do, anyway.

Then, my phone went off next to me. I looked at the screen, reading the name of the alarm I had set. It went off every day for the last few months, but weirdly enough I didn't remember it going off while I was in the hospital. Then again, drugs and fever dreams.

The sight of my medication alarm made me gasp softly. I had to get off my birth control and Prozac. Lack of birth control was fine, it just meant that my period would remain irregular. Besides, it’s not like I was having sex at all, not that that’s the reason why I take birth control. Lack of antidepressants would have been bad had I not been on morphine and Vicodin to keep me loopy.

“Babe, can you find me my meds?" I called.

Within minutes, Shawn came over to where I was sitting with the orange bottle and foiled packaging in his hand. He set them down on the coffee table, and then I had to ask him to recline my seat for me. I felt dainty and needy, and not in a good way.

The last of the hospital’s drugs wore off by the time Shawn and I went to bed. The physical act of getting to bed was more strenuous, now that there was nothing numbing me. I had a moderately high pain tolerance, but this shit was enough to keep me awake. I dozed off for minutes at at time before waking up again. Meanwhile, Shawn had knocked out the second his head hit the pillow. He had been moving my boxes into the spare room/his recording studio all day, and he had been running around getting me to the bathroom and walking me around the apartment so I didn’t turn into a full on potato. On top of that, he hadn’t slept much while I was at the hospital. He needed it more than me.

When sleep finally came to me, Shawn took my hand from under the sheets. I was too tired to squeeze it, let him know I was there.

~

I was up and running in the afternoon. Shawn had to work until the evening, so his mom came and stayed with me. Yes, I internally freaked out. Yes, I spoke to her while I was admitted, but I wasn't alone with her until now.

Karen was more persistent about getting me to my feet, so she took me on walks up and down the hallway of the floor this apartment was on. I felt winded every time, but I knew I needed it.

“So, when are your parents coming?” she asked, not for the first time.

“In the next couple of days,” I replied between huffs of breath. “They got my texts this morning, they’re working on flying over here.”

“Okay, good. I can’t wait to meet them.”

I feigned a smile. While I did miss my mom and dad, I was very nervous about their arrival. Not only was this going to be a belated hospital visit, this was also the first time they would be meeting Shawn and his family. Lowkey, I wanted to die. Lowkey, I’d rather be under the scalpel again.

Karen and I talked some more as we strolled through the corridor. I was able to finally tell her things about me that didn’t have to do with my illness. I told her about my goal of getting my Bachelors in psychology, and how much I loved my dealership job. You know, things your boyfriend’s mom would like to hear.

“Do you plan on staying in Toronto when you finish college?” she asked.

“I haven’t fully decided yet,” I said, “but it’s not off the table.”

“I imagine you’d like to keep living with Shawn if you stay.”

For once, I hesitated. It made me nervous. Was I supposed to be outwardly obsessed with her son, say I’d love nothing more than to be at his side all the time? I didn’t know how to sugar coat serious things like that, so I decided to be honest.

“Maybe. I mean, I’m only here because I had surgery and can’t travel.” I’m supposed to be home. “The only plan I have is to work in my field of study until I can open my own practice, wherever that may be. But I do love it here in Toronto, and I… I love Shawn.”

His mother was looking ahead as we walked, but she smiled at my sentiment. She was quiet, though, which prompted me to keep rambling.

“Like, if he and I are still together when we graduate, then yeah, we could live together. Properly, y’know, not while I’m recovering from surgery.”

Karen nodded in approval. “You’re realistic. That’s good. It’s good for him as well.”

I internally relaxed. Finally, a rational mom.

“You know Shawn is happy with you, right?” she said to me. “I’m sure he tells you, but I think you need to hear it from someone outside the relationship.”

“Really?” I asked. I felt a hint of doubt in my mind, but I wasn’t sure why. Karen was right, Shawn did tell me all his thoughts and feelings all the time. I just had the smallest feeling that maybe I was being lied to.

“Oh yes. The day he took you out on a first date, he told me… ‘Mum, I have a really good feeling about her. I haven’t felt this way about anyone before.’ He was over the moon, and he still is.”

My cold ass heart jumped for joy. I let myself believe I wasn’t being lied to.

~

Karen had to leave about an hour before Shawn was off his shift, meaning I had to be a couch potato for that long. It wasn’t a problem as long as I didn’t have to use the bathroom, and not much was getting into my system these days. After the liquid diet from the hospital, I was put on a “soft” diet. Most of what I ate was bananas, applesauce, and white rice. Oh, and soup. So much soup. Neither Shawn nor I cooked, so he always brought me soup or pasta from a shop downtown.

Shawn had decided to eat soft foods with me so I wouldn’t feel alone. But I knew he was most likely devouring whatever fast food was nearby his flower shop. I knew because I would probably do the same damn thing.

“Okay, they were out of chicken noodle,” he called as he entered the apartment, “but they had broccoli and cheddar, I know you like that!”

He made it to the couch, sat next to me, and kissed me on the cheek. Then, he set the brown paper bag down on the coffee table. He carefully took out the large styrofoam cup, but paused when he saw what I had on the TV.

“Thought you would have had enough of hospitals by now,” he commented, his chipper mood suddenly turned.

I shrugged. “Grey’s is comforting.”

Shawn sat back with my soup and handed it to me. “Can we watch something else?”

“Aw, don’t you wanna watch Lexie kick the can again?” I joked, giggling.

For whatever reason, he wasn’t amused. “Please. Change it.”

My laughter immediately died down. Then, I grabbed the remote and switched to The Office. “Sorry.”

Shawn had been hovering ever since I was admitted to the hospital. He frequently asked how my incisions were doing, if I felt faint, or if I needed anything at all. His hand was on my forehead more than it was sweetly cupping my cheek. He stayed by my side every minute. The only other thing he did was work at the flower shop. I wasn’t even sure if he had met up with Teddy for songwriting lately.

“How was work?” I asked him, nudging his side.

“I’ve seen too many roses today,” he replied, lying his head back on the cushion. “We have so many options, but everyone just wants roses. Or daisies.”

“Thought you liked roses.”

“Yeah, but when you see as many flowers as I do... “

“I wish I could go visit you,” I told him. “I’ve never actually seen where you work.”

“Mm, it’s a small place with a lot of light. Might be too out of your comfort zone.”

I made a face. Confused, but also mildly annoyed. Instead of snapping at him, I remained patient. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He picked up his head again and looked at me. “I’m just worried about you, my little fighter.”

“Well, I’ll be able to work again in ten days, and I’m on a soup diet. I just can’t travel on a plane or anything yet.” More specifically, I couldn’t go back home. I tried to adjust myself so I could look at Shawn properly, but a certain sting on my abdomen kept me still. “Have you sang lately? Do you have any gigs booked?”

Shawn looked at the TV and shook his head. “I couldn’t go even if I had one. I’ve got a sick girlfriend here, after all.”

Maybe I was already going crazy from the impending cabin fever, but that kinda hurt. A sting of guilt when through my chest. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault.” He changed the subject. “So, some of my friends are asking about you. They wanna come visit.”

The guilt only increased. Lately, I’ve been a lot more vulnerable than I was comfortable with. I was practically helpless in front of my boyfriend, who had only seen me as strong and independent up until my bowel crapped out on me. This was different territory, and I didn't like it.

“Not while I’m like this,” I said sheepishly. It wasn’t the first time I turned away visitors. I only allowed Shawn, Stella, and Karen to see me at the hospital.

“That’s okay,” Shawn replied. “Whenever you’re ready, you got people.”

Normally he would press the topic. In the earlier stages of our relationship, it was hard to come around to meeting Shawn’s friends. Almost none of them were expecting someone like Shawn to date someone like me. As always, I was my quiet and mysterious self, and it was a little off putting to them. Not to mention, my small reputation of sleeping around had gotten to some of them in the past. It was frowned upon when it was me, but if I recall correctly, my boyfriend used to be the exact same way. However, Shawn always gave me a push to be more engaging and reminded me to give people a chance, but this time he just let me have my way.

I was wide awake that night, and it wasn’t from my surgery pain.

It’s been two days since I was discharged. A week and a half since my surgery. Stella flew home to Florida without saying goodbye, and I was still stuck on not having any other visitors. I didn’t even tell my own friends, like the guys from my video game club. Most of them probably went home for the summer anyway. Now, Shawn was acting weird. Was he mad at me because I was keeping him from his music? Was he upset that I was taking up space in his apartment?

I turned my head to look at his sleeping figure. The moonlight shone in through the window, so I could barely make out the features of his body. For once, he didn’t look tense or stressed. He kept a physical distance from me, though. We couldn’t spoon like normal because I couldn’t lay on my side. Last night he still made the effort to hold my hand. Never had I wanted to turn to him and stroke his curly hair more than I did tonight.

Shawn suddenly twitched in his sleep. Not dramatically, but just enough to catch my attention. He was lying on his front, head facing me. He twitched again, and let out a small noise. It was a monotonous hum, lasted a good five seconds.

Delicately, I placed my hand on his bare shoulder. It was a little awkward because I couldn’t physically turn my body towards him, but I was still able to touch him.

Another groan left his mouth, distressed. Then, he yelped and twitched, now a little more spastic. He gasped and groaned into his pillow, so I gently shook him.

“Hey, hey babes. Wake up,” I said weakly. “Please wake up.”

Shawn woke with one final jerk of his shoulder. Panting, he turned onto his back and placed his hands over his face. “Fuck… Oh, fuck…”

“You’re okay,” I told him, touching his arm. “It’s okay. Just a dream, it’s okay.”

He took my hand and kissed my knuckles, all while trying to control his breath. Then he turned his body towards me. “I love you.” His voice shook in a way that made my heart ache.

I only returned the pressure on his hand, watching his face. It was probably for the best that I couldn’t see the exact expression he had on. I really hated seeing him in distress.

“I need to hear you say it,” he pleaded, holding my hand to his chest. “I need to hear your voice.”

“Shawn-”

“Please...”

“I love you. You know I love you,” I told him gently. “Do… do you wanna talk about what just happened?”

He shook his head. “No. No, I just wanted to hear your voice for a minute. I love you so much.”

That wouldn’t be the only night he would yell in his sleep and wake up shaking. That kept me up more than any surgical pain.

[incorrectsnyu]

B blease..... albatross

Albatross is what you ask for and it is what you’ll get uou

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa

Alba does it… Ros just lets him do it and doesn’t tell him about it.

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them

Alba

Who starts the tickle fights

Ros

Who starts the pillow fights

Also Ros

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile

I can see them both doing that honestly

Who mistakes salt for sugar

They both do you can’t tell me otherwise

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning

Ros

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines

Alba, it makes Ros all blushy and flustered.

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order

Alba

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies

Ros

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion

I don’t really see either of them doing that.

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen

Alba does it to Ros

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation

Alba

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines

Alba