#Me: hmng What?

[untilwedont]

❀ Huening Kai x M!reader

☆ the aftermath of Kai constantly teasing you while performing

❀ a/n: respectfully bahiyyih, ur brother is so fine 😝 and some of yall should.. yk… write more kai fics 👀

☆ this story contains unprotected sex, but please always wear protection ❗️

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➸ the constant teasing made you more and more needy for kai. he knew what he was doing to you, dancing more and more seductively while looking at the camera, though none of the members, nor’ fans seemed to have caught on, only you. and that’s what he wanted.

➸ you tried controlling yourself, yet that seemed like the hardest thing to ever do. the constant thoughts of him topping you after the show was the only thing you could think about as your eyes only focused on him. You couldn’t wait any longer for the show to be over, and you needed him. Badly.

➸ finally, after what felt like an eternity, the show finally ended, and the members said their goodbyes to their fans. and now finally, you could have kai all to yourself. he walked into the dressing room and was met with your lips immediately crashing onto his.

➸ you slightly pushed him back, causing him to shut the dressing room door with his back. he broke the kiss for a split second to stare down into your lustful eyes. “someone eager, huh?” he teased, smiling as your hands began to unbutton his shirt.

➸ “you teased me all night, gimmie a break..” you mumbled as you continued unbuttoning his shirt while pressing your crotch against his. “put on quite the show, huh?” he smirked, letting out a small laugh. you hummed in response as you unbuttoned the last button, revealing his toned, slightly sweaty body.

➸ your hands roamed his body, you leaned forward to give small kisses a little below his neck. “hey, thought we agreed on no hickey’s on the neck..” he said, gently trying to push you off, but you wouldn’t budge. “not like they’d see a thing if you cover it up good enough.” you mumbled as you continue to leave small, red spots on his neck.

➸ you continued kissing him, trailing down his body until you got to his waistband. “we can’t be in here for too long, y’know..” he said, looking down at you as you removed his belt. “I’ll take as long as I want.” you mumbled once more, unzipping the zipper of his pants and pulling them down, along with his underwear.

➸ his semi-hard cock popped out, slightly twitching as it grew. you licked the tip, hearing a low groan from kai as you slowly took it in your mouth. “hmng..~ damn, can never get over the way your mouth feels..” he groaned, slightly thrusting his hips as you slobbered all over his cock, enjoying the taste of pre-cum that’d occasionally leak from his tip.

➸ it was only until you felt like his cock was slobbered on enough that you got back up to kiss him, feeling his hardened cock pressed against you. you were quick to remove your clothes, letting his hands roam your exposed body.

➸ you let out a soft gasp as he stuck one of his fingers in, slowly pumping it back and forth to prep you for something even bigger. he continued to loosen you, pushing two, then eventually three inside your hole.

➸ after some time, he picked you up and sat you down on one of the chairs. he positioned your legs behind his neck, teasing your entrance a little. “kai.. c’mon-… please, stop teasing..” you spoke softly, biting your lip as you became more eager for him.

➸ “you got to leave marks, now i get to tease you all I want.” he said, continuing to tease your entrance, occasionally sticking the tip in, then pulling out. you kept whining, practically begging for him to fuck you. all your whining must’ve annoyed him, since he eventually just slid himself all the way inside you without a warning.

➸ “gah~, f-fuck kai..!” you yelled out, gripping onto the handles on the chair. he thrusted into you, letting out grunts and small moans. he leaned down to kiss you, muffling your moans as your fingers dug into his back, surely leaving red marks.

➸ he broke the kiss, looking into your eyes with his mouth open, panting heavily as he continued thrusting into you. “G-god, kai… you feel s-so good..” you moaned out, clinging onto him even tighter.

➸ his thrusts began to get sloppier, signaling that he was edging towards his climax. “c’mon, kai.. i-inside..- cum inside me…!” you said, panting as sweat dripped down from both your bodies, both your body heat filling the air.

➸ he thrusted quicker until he reached his climax, exploding himself inside of you. you both let out loud moans, feeling him deep inside you as his climax came to an end. kai’s head rested against the crook of your neck as you both took a minute to regain yourselves.

➸ eventually he got up, using his stage outfit to clean you up a bit. he placed small kisses on your face, whispering to you about how well you took him. he helped you out of the chair, dressing you in a more comfortable outfit, him doing the same.

➸ “c’mon baby, let’s get out of here before they notice we’ve been in here for too long.” he spoke softly, holding your hand as you both walked out the dressing room.

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[william-m-lucipher]

I'm going to be potentially incinerated for this, but I truly wish the best for you, and I hope you heal. I'll likely die before then, but there's not much I can do about that one. It's a long road ahead, and it's easy to relapse. (Don't try to sway me to your side, please. We might be similar in some sense, but I'd rather live my life like it is now.)

For the actual question, what do you think of the thing in this image? (It's a manchineel!)

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P pbti jaue rhbu mw pmsvgy buer xunr. CONSIDER THAT A SNEEZING FIT AND NOTHING MORE. ANYWAYS, WHAT A PLANT! DECEPTIVELY SIMPLE LOOKING. JUST ABOUT EVERY PART OF IT IS HARMFUL. I LIKE IT!

[brown-little-robin]

For the Mob asks, 1, 8, and 14?

thanks for the asks, my long-suffering friend! <3

1: What is a scene that really got to you?

Oh, there are so many, but there's one where Ritsu unleashes a bit of his hidden scorn at his partner in crime for pretending there's any good reason for the terrible things they're doing. Ritsu says "I just wanted to know what it felt like to be a fool". that resonates. Also, the staging in that scene is fantastic. Ritsu is on a rooftop (an area people typically aren't supposed to go, close to the sky, symbol of freedom but also of isolation in mp100). but he's behind a fence, which is. YEAH. SYMBOLISM BABEY

Ritsu's arc is uncomfortable, and a bit silly, but it hits so hard once you accept the absurdity. and this scene really brings it home. like all things in mob psycho, it's silly until you sit with it, and then it's heart-wrenching. I think I might have gotten tired of myself. oh, boy of my heart. been there.

8: Favorite and least favorite arc?

Favorite arc..... man. In the anime, my favorite is Mogami arc, with a few close seconds. In manga, my favorite is Confession Arc. If I really had to narrow it down to one, I guess I'd go with Mogami arc. To me, that's the key of the entire series. It's not representative of all of mp100; the tone is way different, with almost all of the typical mp100 levity stripped out of it to startling effect. BUT. that unique darkness provides contrast with the rest of the series, making me appreciate the goodness/comedy in Mob's life more. Also, in Mogami arc, Shigeo's best resolutions and qualities get reinforced while the ever-present chaos and despair of the world is acknowledged without being just. dismissively handwaved away. (shaking) okay I'll stop raving now I just care so much

least favorite arc... hmng.... the beginning of the Divine Tree arc, maybe? I know it's a cheaty answer to say "half of an arc" but divine tree arc just takes so Long, and the secondhand embarrassment for Mob getting carried away is painful 2 me aaaaaaaaaa

14: Are there any MP 100 fanfics you HAVE to rec?

ohhhhhhh. oh let's see. general warning for MP100 spoilers in these:

a breach of trust (long, difficult read, and worth every bit of it. everything you put into this story will come back to you tenfold. genuinely one of the best pieces of writing I've ever read.) lens (mogami arc aftermath where Shigeo has to deal with the physical damage to his body from what happened in Mogamiland. such a good read. 3 chapters.). waiting on the guard rail (one-shot. it concerns Shigeo, Mob, and Ritsu. melts me.....) and signed up for it (post-canon and pre-canon one-shot. reigen and mob have a conversation and it's heavy and light at the same time it's so good. this is one I'd recommend for someone who's not into mp100!!)

asks open!

[fallenclan]

(...hmng. attempting art. Have gotten the first half done but fear the second may not come to fruition. If I fail to complete it would you like the first panel and (optional) what the second would've been)

YES I WOULD,,,, ANY ART INCOMPLETE OR NOT IS BEAUTIFUL TO ME,,

[mydictionary-yume]

A3! Event Story | A Year of Romance with You - Chapter 9

(Contains very minor spoilers for A3! Act 12)

Lucille: God, all that was tiring. 

Sakuya: Agreed, I’m exhausted. But at least the food was good, right?

Lucille: For realsies! It was probably better than the place I initially reserved!

Sakuya: Haha, maybe it was!

Lucille: Food always tastes better when you’re out of the house, though. And also when I’m with you, hehe.

Sakuya: Lu, quit! 

Lucille: Never! The cheesiness will consume me forever!!!!

Sakuya: You’re the worst.

Lucille: This isn’t even my final form! 

Sakuya: Nooooo!!!!

Lucille: Hahaha, you’ll never get the best of me!

Sakuya: Aagh! Get off of me, get off of me! 

Lucille: Never!! You’ve been caught in my trap! Enjoy spending forever on the fluffy hotel bed!

Sakuya: Oh, I will!

Lucille: What?!

Sakuya: I’ll gladly enjoy an eternity in a soft bed with the love of my life, you fool! 

Lucille: Noooo, my evil plan! 

Sakuya: That’s right! You’ll never defeat me, not even with the power of cheesiness! 

Lucille: Oh, whatever will I do?

Sakuya: You’ll have to succumb to the softness with me! You’ve been thwarted by your own trap!

Lucille: I’ve been outsmarted! 

Sakuya: …hah… ahaha…

Lucille: Hehe…

Sakuya: We should get to bed soon, huh?

Lucille: Aw, but this is fun!

Sakuya: We both know that we should sleep, though. It’s already past midnight, and we’ve got an early flight tomorrow.

Lucille: I almost forgot about that! This trip was really short.

Sakuya: It was worth it, though! 

Lucille: Totally! We both needed the break, and I’m not complaining about getting some alone time together.

Sakuya: I can’t say I am, either. But c’mon, let’s get ready.

Lucille: Ugh, fine…

Lucille: Good night, Saku. Love you.

Sakuya: Good night, Lu. I love you, too.

*click*

Lucille: …zzz

Sakuya: …

Sakuya: (It’s no good… why?)

Sakuya: Hmng..

Sakuya: …

Sakuya: (Still nothing.)

Lucille: …Saku?

Sakuya: I’m fine. Just sleep, love.

Lucille: Saku… no.

Sakuya: No?

Lucille: No…

*Sheets rustling*

Sakuya: ?!

Sakuya: (She’s clinging to me?!)

Lucille: Saku...

Sakuya: (Is she… dreaming?)

Sakuya: Lu, I’m okay. I’m here.

Lucille: Saku, baby, don’t leave…

Sakuya: (Leave?!)

Sakuya: I’m not going to, love. I’m right here… 

Sakuya: …snf.

Sakuya: (Huh? Why am I crying? It’s her nightmare, why am I-)

Lucille: Don’ leave… Stay… 

Sakuya: (I guess I should hold her here, right?)

Sakuya: I’m here. You’re good, I’ve gotcha.

Lucille: *Sob*

Sakuya: I’m not going anywhere. Promise. You’re here for me, I’m here for you. Remember?

Sakuya: (She stopped crying. That’s something.)

Sakuya: Shhh. I’m right here. I’m not leaving. 

Sakuya: *Chu*

Lucille: …zzz

Sakuya: (She’s back to sleep. That’s good, at least.)

Sakuya: *Yawn*

Sakuya: (And I probably should get some shuteye too.)

Sakuya: Good night, Lu.

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[jujumin-translates]

Citron | [SR] Festival of Blooming | Citron as Sakuya

Citron: Yawn…

Sakuya: Good morning, Citron-san.

Citron: Oh, Sakuya. You’re up very early, aren’t you?

Sakuya: Yeah! There’s a seasonal event at the daycare, so I figured I’d head out early to help get ready for it.

Citron: So that is why… That’s very admirable, Sakuya!

Sakuya: I do it because I care about the kids, it’s really not that much!

Sakuya: …Wait, it’s already that late!? I’ve gotta go, bye!

Citron: Take care, have a great day~.

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Sakuya: I’m home!

Azuma: Welcome back, Saku. You must’ve been working hard considering you’re coming back at this hour.

Citron: Welcome home. You’re very late today~.

Sakuya: Ah, I was helping an elderly woman who was having trouble with her heavy bags.

Sakuya: And before I realized it, it was already this late.

Citron: You are very kind, Sakuya.

Sakuya: No, no, it’s nothing really!

Azuma: Omi saved some dinner for you.

Sakuya: Let me go change first!

*Door closes*

Azuma: How about you warm it up for him?

Citron: Leave it to me!

Citron: …

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Citron: The shopping is complete~!

Kumon: Today’s sale was crazy.

Citron: Hm? That voice…

Sakuya: “Together with rice cakes, ginger, beans, rice, and burdock root…” (1)

Citron: Sakuya is doing speaking practice.

Kumon: I think Sakuya-san always practices here. I heard that he sometimes practices with Nii-chan too.

Sakuya: “Make tea, make tea, make tea quickly, make tea…!”

Citron: …

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Tsumugi: As always, thanks for the help.

Muku: It’s nothing! Taking care of the flowers is fun.

Sakuya: Same here! Where should I help out next?

Citron: …

Itaru: Hey, Citron.

Citron: Itaru. Hello.

Itaru: …What are you doing? Is something wrong?

Citron: …Sakuya always tries his hardest.

Itaru: Ah, I see…

Sakuya: And, hup…

*Thud*

Sakuya: Tsumugi-san, I put the soil down over here!

Sakuya: Should I bring the fertilizer over? Ah, I’ll drop it off over here!

Citron: Sometimes I get worried when I see Sakuya alw~ays putting in this much effort.

Citron: I feel like one day he is going to suddenly run out of beam…

Itaru: Guessing you meant “run out of steam”?

Citron: But Sakuya always has such a sparkle in his eyes when he does something with all his might.

Citron: Remember how Sakuya always looks to the bright side. Even when he is on the edge of despair, he still tries his hardest to do something about it.

Itaru: That’s true.

Citron: I think that is why Spring Troupe and the rest of the company are able to live peacefully now.

Citron: Sakuya is what saved me.

Itaru: …Same here.

Citron: Sakuya’s effort is what saved everyone!

Citron: That is why all of us want to be the place where Sakuya belongs. And why we want to protect this place so much.

Citron: When Sakuya gets tired, I want to be the person that he can snuggle close to and rest… Do you feel the same way, Itaru?

Itaru: Of course. I’m in complete agreement.

Sakuya: Ah! Citron-san, Itaru-san!

Citron: Oh, Sakuya! Thank you for always helping with the gardening~!

Itaru: Alright then, how about we give our favorite hard worker some sort of reward?

Citron: I say sushi!

Itaru: That’s just what you want, Citron.

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Sakuya: …Hmng.

Citron: I’m ready, Sakuya! You can open the door now.

Sakuya: O-Okay…!

*Door opens*

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Citron: Ta-daa!

Sakuya: Wah…!

Citron: How do I look?

Sakuya: It might just be because I’m not used to seeing you like this, but you look so different…! But it looks like the hem is a little short…

Citron: Cropped clothes are very in right now. All the girls in town are wearing them~!

Sakuya: Ahaha, I’m glad that you were at least able to fit in them.

Citron: …Actually, your jeans didn’t quite fit.

Sakuya: Eh, really?

Citron: My legs are too long…

Sakuya: Wait, so those are your jeans, Citron?

Citron: No, no! I stole these from Banri, his legs are just as lo~ng as mine!

Sakuya: S-Stole!?

Citron: Just kidding! When I told him I need them for the project, he lent them to me.

Sakuya: Oh, so that’s it. Okay, good…!

Citron: If I were Juza, I am sure that Banri would not have lent them to me so easily. So it was a good thing I am me!

Citron: Well then, no more messing around. Now for the part you’ve been waiting for!

Sakuya: Yes. Please go ahead…!

Citron: “I’ll practice hard again today!”

Citron: “I’ll start off with some speaking exercises! She sells seashells down by the seashore…!”

Sakuya: (From Citron-san’s point of view, I’ve been giving it my all since even the earliest practices…)

Citron: “The sale period is so short…! But if I run fast enough, I think I can make it…!”

Sakuya: (Eh, I even give it my all for things like this? But, I never thought I was putting that much effort in, but maybe I am…!)

Citron: “Well then, I’m off!”

Sakuya: (Dashing off as soon as I leave the dorm… I guess from Citron-san’s point of view, I really do give it my all.)

Citron: …How was that?

Sakuya: I never realized you paid this much attention to me. I’m a little embarrassed.

Citron: …I always think that your eyes sparkle when you do something with all your might.

Citron: I think it’s because you are trying your best to make hard times as enjoyable and positive as possible.

Sakuya: Citron-san…

Citron: Attracted by such hard work, everyone around you is willing to work a little harder because of you, Sakuya.

Citron: I was a little envious of that aspect of you, and it saved me a lot.

Sakuya: I saved you, but how did I…?

Citron: And I knew that since I was going to play you, I had to give it my all, just like you would, Sakuya!

Citron: And that’s why I even borrowed some clothes from Banri because I really wanted to recreate you perfectly.

Citron: Your all-out effort sparked a fire in my heart.

Sakuya: I just have to work so hard because of my clumsiness. That’s all it is, really…

Citron: Oh, you are unaware of it? Everyone is influenced by you!

Citron: But sometimes you go a little too all-out. And if you keep it up, you will run out of energy one day.

Citron: …So before that happens, I want to spoil you a lot as my roommate.

Sakuya: …Sure thing. Thank you so much.

Citron: Can I spoil you right now then? You can rest on my arm while I sing you a lullaby!

Sakuya: Eh? N-Now!?

Citron: Alright, I’ll make sure to become the master of spoiling for the future! I’ll become Azuma’s apprentice and work as hard as I can, please count on me!

Sakuya: Ahaha!

Citron: And finally, we must take the picture! Please take it for me, Sakuya!

Sakuya: Got it! Alright, 3, 2, 1… Say cheese!

Citron: What do you think? Of my full-force Sakuya Smile~!

Sakuya: Fufu, it’s perfect!

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T/N:

(1) Sakuya is reciting a speech from the play “The Medicine Peddler” (外郎売), a kabuki performance from the 1700s. The speech is used for vocal and articulation exercises for actors and entertainers, similar to tongue twisters.

[motleybirdbones]

Ok So-

Despite only having watched one (1) full episode of Star Trek (and the rest of my knowledge is compiled of video essays and trivia; am I still going ape for the content? yes) I present to you this Theory:

How would the Talosians react to a person with ADHD? (or any Neurodivergent mind, for that matter)

Like their main gig is Mind Control and manipulation of a being’s Perception - they can create the illusion of entire realms and scenarios based on data-mining the subject’s mind (both through conscious and unconscious memories) - and through this they can control beings who are (supposedly) far less Intelligently Superior to themselves. But it is shown that they cannot as easily perceive/understand Sudden, raw emotions/actions - which leads me to wonder, what would happen if they had (tried to) control a Neurodivergent brain? (or one that is, as we all know, is run primarily by Chaos in Seven Different Colors)

From what I gather, this’ll probably be what goes down:

Those Saucy Brain Beings: *Hacks mind, takes a Peek into Thoughts*

The Brain Cells: Hee-Hoo-ring-RingRing, BanAnA PhOnE - ShAwYty I Don’t,, MI-[REDACTED] aaAALL-thE OtHer KiDsWitH tha[Car Horn Noise like the Law and Order sound] It’s gonna Be mAAAAAYYYYYY- [*Static Shrieking like a thousand Radios going underwater*

The Talosians: *Leaves and never comes back*

[floralovebot]

alright i'm back now what'd i miss

[skellebonez]

“What’s the damage, doc?”

It's a bit late but consider this a sort of Valentine's gift! Some short, soft, ShadowVenom!

Shoutout to a great friend of mine for assisting me in editing!

“Please hold still, Mango,” Spider Queen said with a frown of concern. The spot on the top of his head had stopped growing at this point, but the fact something had hurt him enough to make him bleed... “I don’t want to pull on your injuries.”

“If anyone is allowed to do that, it’s you,” Macaque said with a chuckle before he coughed violently. “HMNG... Guess it wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be, huh?”

“Mango, they stabbed you in the chest.”

“‘Tis but a flesh wound.”

“Flesh wound, my ass.”

The stuttering laugh that Macaque let out was a good enough sign that he would be alright. He was hurt, yes, but not dangerously so. It was just...

As Spider Queen helped him lift his top layers off, earning the soft whimper of pain from him in the process, she couldn’t help but be a little horrified. One of the demons had managed to stab Macaque in the chest. Thankfully, the attack missed his heart or lungs and hadn’t gone in too deep. But even so, the injury was certainly painful--no matter how much bravado her love was trying to muster up.

With his injury, Macaque had been unable to defeat the entire group and some of them had gotten away. He was in no shape now to go and chase them down. But Spider Queen was under no such limitation. And she was perfectly capable of taking down an army if she needed to.

After she treated a certain ailing monkey, of course.

“What’s the damage, doc?” Macaque said with a chuckle as he spread his arms. “Am I gonna make it?”

“Hush,” She said in return as she grabbed the warm cloth sitting in a bucket of water next to her. She pressed it to the wound on his chest, watching as he winced and hissed in a breath of air at the feeling. “Sorry.”

“No, I deserve that,” Macaque said softly. “You know me, old habits die hard. But I die harder! Haha... ha...” His nervous laughter trailed off as Spider Queen continued to wipe the blood away from his wound. “This... isn’t the time for dealing with stress through jokes...”

“If it helps,” Spider Queen answered as she turned around to rinse out the rag, winching herself at the pinkish bronze the water turned. “It helps. I get it, Mango, we’ve been together long enough for me to get that it helps you.”

“Hmn...” Macaque let out an agreeing sound as he moved some caked down fur out of the way for her. “That’s part of why I love you, I guess.”

“You guess?” It was Spider Queen’s turn to laugh now, shaking her head as she continued cleaning the blood off his chest. “What’s the other parts?”

“You’re kind,” Macaque replied without even a second to spare between their sentences. “And so smart, smarter than I am when it comes to tech for sure. You’re so good at sewing and cooking too, I could eat everything you make forever... but I’m pretty sure you know that.”

He stopped, patting his stomach as a showcase of his meaning and earning a chuckle from his wife. Macaque had certainly put on more weight, no doubt assisted along by her copious amounts of delicious meals. How can one not get a little huskier with her gumbo sitting in front of them after all?

“You’re intuitive too,” he continued on with a soft smile. “You pick up on a lot that even I miss sometimes.”

“Now you’re just listing off everything you think is a good quality.”

“They’re still all the reasons I love you,” he rebutted with a smile. Spider Queen finished her cleaning, putting the cloth aside as she grabbed antiseptic and gauze and bandages. “They just got added in as time went on.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, handsome!” She couldn’t help but laugh for a moment. “Now hold still. This is going to hurt.”

“I’m the Six-Eared Macaque!” Macaque said with a snort of stubbornness. “I can handle a little AH FUCK THAT STINGS!”

“I warned you,” she said with a shake of her head as she watched him tense at the stinging burn of the antiseptic. She felt bad, making him hurt, but it was the only way to make sure he didn’t get some kind of infection of some kind. He may be stronger and heal better than others, but she didn’t want to take that chance.

“Like I said, you’re smart,” Macaque said with a wheezing laugh as she applied gauze and started to bandage him up. She fought down the blush that started to form on her cheeks, the proximity to the other’s bare chest (it didn’t matter that he was hurt, she would never stop being attracted to him it seemed) and his compliments making it incredibly difficult. “Smart and skilled, look at that bandage work!”

“Now I know you’re trying to get a reaction out of me,” Spider Queen said with a smirk as she sat back and admired her handiwork. It was, as he said, good. Skilled. The work of someone who had done this countless times before.

“Is it working?” Spider Queen did not give him a reaction greater than a knowing smirk, slowly leaning in closer to her beloved as his expression suddenly changed from mirth to one of surprise and confusion.

The reaction she got from him made her smirk.

His little chirp of confusion as she gently cupped his face and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead was worth it.

“As handsome as you look all bandaged up like the mighty warrior you are,” she said softly. “And you look VERY handsome right now, you should really get some rest before trying to tease me.”

“.. ok,” he said softly, the look in his eyes one of pure adoration.

And she couldn’t help but place another kiss on his forehead in response, the soft rumbling purrs he let out for those he loved when he was content reaching her ears in no time.

[burnedbyshoto]

hi er, cuddles with best boys? izuku, bakugo, denks, kiri, you know, best boys. (hmng maybe cuddles to soft sex if you’re feeling it?) but just like, maybe one of those hot chocolate in bed days or something. please don’t feel the need to do all four! i’d be happy if you even did one for me. ☺️ thank you, i hope you’ve had a good day hun!

by the time I read the entire ask it was too late, this is more of how they cuddle headcanon sorry ;-; i also added shouto so HA

bakugou is a little spoon. now shut up and listen to why. when youre relationship first begins, he is not open to showing his affections, and would turn onto his side before ever ask to hold you. so you take it up to yourself to snuggle into his back side, nose buried into his spine. with time, and with bakugou finally opening up and expressing his feelings, most nights its with his laying his head on your chest, his body draped over yours. he likes this position because he feels like he’s protecting you. if anything happens at night, he’ll be the first to be hit, and that’s all that matters.

kaminari is a sprawler. it doesn’t matter which why you’re positioned initially, you will go through about five to thirty different positions before you’re comfortable. he’ll move from barely touching to his suffocating you. big spoon to little spoon. most of the time he actually hates cuddling because it can restrict his movements, but his hand will always remain on you somewhere because while he needs his space to roll about, he likes feeling you against him.

kirishima is a classic big spoon; he is the perfect big spoon. he’ll be behind you in all cases, his nose buried into your hair, breathing in your scent while stroking your skin softly, not wanting to disturb whatever you’re doing, but enough to make you melt more against you. he’s also very into asking about how your day went like this, you wont be asked about your day unless you’re cuddling because he thinks its more therapeutic that way.

midoriya is the adapter. whatever you need he’ll get himself positioned for you. he’s not picky with the way he’s positioned because as long as he’s with you he feels better. do you want to be held, feel small? do you want to envelope him, and feel stronger? whatever it is, it doesn’t matter, he’ll do it for you. he’s also fond of giving you massages when the two of you cuddle, so be ready for that. it works in any position you need, so no need to fret.

todoroki is a holder. he keeps you in close, his arms always wrapped around you, not wanting to let go. it starts off unconsciously, his arms always wrapping around you until you point it out one day, teasingly, and he takes it in a bad way. but with some convincing you let him know that you love it. he likes having your head resting against his chest, his fingers running down your spine, and he likes when he can lay his head on your lap and wrap his arms around your waist. soft things, that’s what he likes the best.

[letsspringintoaction]

Meanwhile

It was Breakfast time at the tree house, Sunny Milk walking into the kitchen area, rubbing her tired eyes. “Morning...” She said sleepily, letting out a yawn as she sat down. Luna was already awake, reading something while sipping from a cup of coffee. “Morning.” She replied, not even looking up from her paper. All was quite as Sunny rested her head in her hand. “Hmng... Who’s making breakfast.” Luna placed her cup down. “You are.” Sunny just let out a groan and thudded her head on the table. “You do it...”  “No”

Then entered Lily, Just casually walking up to the table, kind of almost out of no where. Luna of course, looked up. “Uhhh. Excuse me, How did you get in here? Did Star forget to lock the door again?”

“Hey Sunny! I’m gonna borrow Luna for a moment!” Lily said with her cheerful voice, Sunny just giving a small muffled Meh sound as Lily scooped up Luna bridal style. “HEy! No wait! What are you doing put me down! Sunny! Just dont sit there! Do something!” “Hey Luna, did you put on weight? You feel heavier than last time. Atleast I think you do. Doesn’t matter really! Anyway bye Sunny! I’ll bring her back later” Lily was cheerfully ignoring Luna’s protests as she carried her away and out the door.  Sunny looked at the still opened door, letting out a sigh. “So is that a no for breakfast then?”

[lostjulys]

HII ROS I hope ur day has been ok!!! I wore. fuckin rad outfit today that made me feel Confident ™ and bought a fidget cube and some art supplies so im doin p good !! I think aster n i r gonna play terraria in a bit bc we r Epic Gamers <3 how is Homestuck goin :O?!

:DD HIIIHI!!!! :0 omg FUCK yeah rad outfit! (what was it :000) wtf that sounds like a nice day!! hmng...fidget cubes.. >:) ur making me wanna go shopping dskkdfggfn i wanna go to an art supply store... <3 homestuck is good!!!!!! i think... the last thing i read was just meeting jake & jane. BUT i just got off work early hehe so im gonna make tea n read i think >:))

[vaguely-concerned]

The Mandalorian Chapter 14 reactions: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME BUT ALSO I’M CRYING edition

- the good good din characterization is back after all the weirdness last episode!!!! that soft way he says ‘no, no, I’m not mad at you’? THAT’S din djarin, he would not be fucking impatient with his son having just been informed and seen for himself that he is terrified, go away mr filoni I know you’ve got all of canon memorized but you don’t get this lol. this feels much more right in how din being conflicted and still thinking he should give the baby away for his own good plays out too  

honestly every line of dialogue for him in this one was perfect I was just whispering ‘I love this awkward clueless wonderful man just doing his best’ to myself any time he said anything. “...does this look Jedi to you?” sir I adore you more than words can describe

- we got din chuckling. asjdklfhsdkafghsdafsadhjkfsdahjkfh. fskahfksjad. side note: I can’t believe my joke post about din desperately trying to Force home school the kid with the one (1) jedi trick he knows about and the baby being delighted by it over and over anyway -- listen to his expectant excited laugh when din takes the ball and sets up the game!!!! -- was canon all along. and then the baby & mando music kicking in when he gently put the silver ball into the baby’s hands again and tells him he’s special (because he IS special. to din)? hmng. hmmmmnnnnn  

they opened on the height of softness so we would all crumple under the weight of the rest of the episode and that was very mean of them in a way I sincerely appreciate 

- nothing to see here... just a dad trying to walk through the literal manifestation of the unassailable underlying forces of the universe to get to his baby again and again........ the desperation in that, the love, the foolhardy devotion................... shit

- okay so I might be a dumbass, but I’d never noticed this before -- the silver ball has a blue spot on the top, like so: 

and in addition we get the room where the baby goes full darth grogu (I have to laugh so I don’t cry okay) on those storm troopers, and there’s a red light in there dominating the room (and it did even more in the concept art):

in star wars blue means light side and red means dark side (it’s very sophisticated that way), meaning the visual storytelling here is that there’s a battle for the baby’s soul and gideon and all his nonsense (and the trauma bb’s been through in the wider sense) is pulling towards the dark, while grogu and din’s connection leads him towards the light. just... the image of the baby looking at his own reflection in the symbolic representation of his relationship to din? the way children find their sense of self through being safely reflected and held by their caretakers? god help meeeeeee I will go in there and fistfight gideon myself for disrupting that in any way  

the smaller light seems to be blue too, like there’s still the presence of light even if it’s dimmed and small in that shitty horrible room, which is a change from the concept art!

- FENNEC SHAND SURVIVED BITCHES!!! I even called that she’d be back with new shiny robot parts back in season 1, could not happen to a cooler lady, I hope we get more backstory and interaction from her the next episodes -- sounds like she’s basically sworn herself to boba’s service in gratitude for saving her life, I wonder if that’s a cultural thing of whereever she comes from? does she live aboard slave 1 now too?? because that would be hilarious and amazing, it must be like two strange cats trying to get used to sharing the same space   

- everything I could ever hope for about boba fett in this series came true, they went down the much more interesting and nuanced route with jango and boba’s identities as mandalorians, he looked cool as fuck and made din as a character shine rather than overshadowing him... amazing beautiful yesss 

(I did 100% not anticipate just how ‘cool uncle boba here to help you fuck shit up’ he was going to be but I am delighted to get it anyway. uncle points deducted for getting someone to point a gun at the baby, but the main point still stands lol) 

the power and brutality of his hand to hand fighting too... a w e s o m e , I enjoyed the action scenes a lot in this one

- they even recanonized him actually wearing jango’s armour. what more could I ask for. I’ve had confused parent & child feels about these two since I was like eleven and here we fucking go again. and jango fighting in the mando civil wars too!

- so I’m grieving the razor crest (and I always will be, rip you magnificent jalopy, always in my heart) but also there’s the grim satisfaction that my reading on it was sort of true -- it is (...was. oh god it’s going to take a while to sink in huh) a symbol of din’s self and life, and at this point when they take the baby it tears everything else to pieces. the only thing that’s left in the ashes is the beskar and the thing that connects him to the baby. and there’s... a strange solace in seeing that that’s all he needs to keep going? he’s fucking obliterated from orbit but he still has his love for the baby and the beskar and that can keep him going until he finds something new, everything else can be replaced?????? weirdly healing, though he is probably going to have a solid breakdown at some point after they get the kid back (shut up they are getting the kid back) and the cold distant fog lifts 

also this scene/shot feels like it carries some Meaning, doesn’t it? I’m on record several times saying I never want din to be mand’alor and that’s still true, but there’s something about the framing of this and the way boba looks at him that’s like... hm. I’m not sure I have the words for it. there’s something heightened about it, anyway, for a moment he looks like something mythic there in the wreckage 

(something I would be much cooler with is our clan of two growing a little bit and those new people rallying behind him, actually, that might be neat. imagine if a force user does show up for the baby and gets adopted into the clan somehow??? so many possibilities.) 

- from the way he picks up the silver ball... din djarin is on his way to straight up murder some people huh

I think part of what reassures me about this scene is the music -- this mando flute is not distant, is not beaten, is not despondent, it’s clear and determined and strong.

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I love this. I love when we get explicit baby POVs, it makes it feel so real and intimate and... like home. (I especially loved baby’s point of view inside the razor crest, which just made me tear up again. baby lost the closest thing he’s had to a home in a long long time on top of it all. everything is suffering)

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Emotionally Significant Thumb Grabbing tm; the show

- din djarin looking for the ‘on’ switch on a magic rock fhsdakjfhsadlfhsdjah I can’t breathe

 “Well, this is the seeing stone. Are you. Seeing anything?” fsafkdsajhfsa sdhfksjalhfkjsdahfkjsdhf

- the energy around the baby as he’s, in ahsoka’s words, ‘choosing his path’ is blue, and the force sort of works across time and space, right?? so there’s definitely still hope for our lil green bean to not have to come up with a really dumb unsubtle sith name for himself, as is regrettably yet delightfully tradition. darth babbu should never come to pass (I do like how they’re interrogating the normal dark/light side dichotomy in this series, seeing as this is a literal baby who can’t really be responsible for that stuff himself yet and has such capacity for both.)  

- listen. listen, the way din says ‘can you please hurry up’ with no sarcasm or real impatience whatsoever, more like a harried worry, to his force-meditating son as he jogs off to make sure no one’s trying to kill them. is hilarious and also YES this is what the character is!!! weirdly and incongruously polite under stress sometimes and with a slightly odd reaction pattern to things!!! he’s not just quiet and badass, he’s a little strange sometimes and it’s so good!  

- a friendly opening volley warning shot from boba there

also din uncertainly asking BOBA FETT if he’s a jedi... now this is the dramatic irony I’ve been looking for haha 

I guess neither shand nor boba actually know din’s name after this either. baby you gotta start introducing yourself at some point it gets real confusing when there are two mandos on screen 

oh the long weary sigh going through din’s frame when boba says he wants ‘the armour’ and he thinks it’s just someone trying to peel the beskar off his corpse again. sorry the galaxy’s so shitty dad   

- “But fate sometimes steps in to rescue the wretched” is a killer line well done mr favreau. I like that boba actually offers din a good deal as well and seems to intend to deliver on it from how things are going. 

- din using his beskar-covered bod to cover someone he’s fighting alongside!!! literal moving cover haha. also I love fennec’s costume design  

- I don’t know where din got more whistling birds from and I don’t care, it was really cool haha 

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wow haha um so anyway -- 

(cue all the ‘who wore it better’ with cobb vanth’s ‘spiderman’s first home made costume’ look on one side and ABSOLUTE UNIT DADDY boba fett on the other side posts lol)

- aaaghh the music almost like a stunned desperate fluttering heart beat as din watches the razor crest be destroyed 

- for someone who has willingly worked for them in the past boba sure sounds less than thrilled about having the empire back in any capacity 

- oof the deadness in din’s voice when he says “The child is gone”. ooooh no that got me  h e l p 

- guessing next episode is at least partly a ‘gathering old allies and preparing the assault’ step before the grand finale, then! they cannot go for the season ender cliffhanger with this, I will fucking riot. anything can be up in the air except baby and dad being separated, I will not allow it

it would be very funny if the force user baby called out to comes stumbling into the middle of all this like the troy entering the room with pizzas meme too 

- the music in the darth grogu scene is partially a dark mirror of the baby & mando music :’( is nothing in this world sacred

also from how he reaches out for it baby might have used a light saber before in the past with the jedi? ngl the idea of baby wielding the dark saber not when he’s all grown up but in like two episodes -- with all the chaos a toddler holding a laser sword would involve -- is all that is keeping me sane here 

‘liable to put an eye out with one of these’ well gideon you sure have doomed someone to lose an eye with that one, here’s to hoping it’s you, for full dramatic payoff 

he is a deliciously smug awful force with great musical cues tho, you have to give it to him

- okay so this

is obviously awful and horrible and it makes me so sad... but it is undeniably also very very very funny in how it’s framed. you know what? after all this bullshit baby grogu can have a little dark side tantrum, as a treat, we’ve all been there right

(forget finding a jedi, we need to go out there and find a child psychologist who can help him deal with this without adding the fear that he’s on the path to become a two foot tall evil space sorcerer to the mix Y_________Y) 

- rip the razor crest except for the second time :’’’( gone but never forgotten

- the last thing din tells the baby is “I’m gonna protect you; I’ll be back soon”. and I hope that stays with the kid somehow and that it actually comes true, that din will be back for him as soon as humanly possible and all this pain and fear can be repaired. ggggghhhhh my emotions are too big for my dumb human body 

[dannypuro]

How do the amis react when R and Enj finally get their shit together and admit they love each other please please please tell me they like throw my dysfunctional sons a party

( Something Telling verse, takes place between chapters 8 and 9. thank u for the prompt xoxo... to everyone else... send me prompts/questions/thoughts. thank u.)

Combeferre hasn’t heard from Enjolras in a week, but it’s not like he’s worried, or anything. That would be ridiculous. They’ve totally gone a week without talking, before. Granted, that was a while ago--back before he got Enjolras a phone; back when Enjolras was still so cautious, so stiffly polite around him; back when Enjolras had only been in the 21st century for a couple of weeks and still had lingering bruises, places rubbed raw by centuries-old street. But still. He’s not worried. Only-

Only, of course, the last time he had seen Enjolras, he’d spent the day lying face-down on Combeferre’s couch, bemoaning his love life and totally not pouting. So. Like. Maybe he’s a little concerned. And he’d been trying to be cool about it, trying to, like, respect his agency, or whatever, but. 

But it’s been a week, and Jehan hasn’t heard from him, either, and to make a long story short-- (Sometimes, Combeferre gets it into his head that Enjolras might just flicker out of their lives, just like he blinked into them--without warning, without spectacle; sometimes, Combeferre has nightmares pulled together out of the scraps of those of Enjolras himself--dreams of him not falling away quite fast enough from a bristle of muskets and bayonets, dreams of him being back there, there, in the instant of silence, and reaching backwards to find himself at a wall, not a window, dreams of him waking up, sudden and to the crack of grapeshot, and- ; sometimes, Combeferre worries, because- because Enjolras is his best friend, and he doesn’t really know what he would do if something else happened, if anything else besides the fucking horror he’s already known were to happen, so-) he finds himself taking the elevator up to Grantaire’s apartment. Because it’s been a week. Because he’s a little freaked out. Because he’s his best friend. Because he pouted at his place for hours, so now it’s Combeferre’s business how it all went, if he’s okay, if he needs to snap some sense into Grantaire for him.

He knocks. 

It is… suspiciously quiet. (God, he hopes they aren’t in there ignoring their problems and, subsequently, each other. If he finds out Enjolras hasn’t talked to him in a week because he was busy pouting in his own bedroom, he’s going to be kind of pissed, if only on account of him not having the decency to pout over at Combeferre’s place so that they could finish watching that documentary on Napoleon III together.) He knocks again. 

Nothing.

Maybe they’re just out. Maybe- (Maybe Enjolras is gone, maybe the next time Combeferre pulls up his Wikipedia he’ll see some kind of horrible line like died: 1832, maybe-) they’re grocery shopping, or something, but the light is on, through the crack at the bottom of the door, and Combeferre’s heart is beating a little too fast for his taste, and it doesn’t take much more waiting for him to reach up and feel around for the spare key at the top of the doorframe. 

He opens the door slowly, quietly. “Enj?” he calls. The apartment is quiet, save for a strange noise that he can’t quite- can’t quite place. Hm. “Enj?” He rounds the corner to the sitting room, when nobody answers, when nobody moves. (He’s- He’s maybe a little bit worried.)

There’s a strange snorting noise. He turns, takes it slow to move a little further into the room, looks down, and-

Ah.

Enjolras and Grantaire lie, passed out cold, on the couch, their legs tangled together, outside arms dangling floor-bound. Enjolras is drooling into Grantaire’s chest. Grantaire is snoring like a fucking buzz-saw. Grantaire’s got an arm wrapped around Enjolras, holding him close, even in sleep.

Christ.

Huh.

Well. That’s one question answered.

Combeferre crouches down beside them. “Enjolras,” he whispers. “Hey, Enj.”

Nothing.

He prods him in the cheek. “Jolras. Hey.” He pokes him again.

Enjolras wakes with a snort. “Ghuh,” he mumbles, looking around blearily. “Hmng, gah, Combeferre, what-”

Combeferre refuses to be swayed by the sweetness of it all. “Have you seriously been ignoring me because you got a boyfriend?”

His brow furrows. His cheek is still all creased up from Grantaire’s t-shirt. “Ignoring you?”

He can’t help but to bite back a laugh. “Uh. Yeah? You haven’t texted me back in like a week?” he says, but his heart’s not really in it. It’s a lot harder to freak out about the whole Enjolras-might-be-gone situation when Enjolras is, in fact, indisputably not gone.

Enjolras runs the words over in his head--and Combeferre knows this, because what he really does is mouth through the whole sentence and stare off into space, for a few seconds, like he always does when he’s trying to parse something, and- “Texted you back in?” he asks. He also sits up, a little more, awkwardly poised around Grantaire’s limbs. 

“On your phone. You haven’t texted me.” He tugs Enjolras to his feet, when he holds an arm out for it, looks him over. He looks… Good. Well-rested. 

“My-” The bleary look makes way for something a little more sure. “Oh, heavens, I’ve completely forgotten about it. I haven’t the slightest idea where it’s gone.” He bites his lip. “Ah. Apologies?”

Combeferre rolls his eyes. “So I guess things worked out?”

On the couch, Grantaire snorts a snore and turns over. When Combeferre looks back over to Enjolras, he’s looking at Grantaire with such soft eyes that all the stress of the past week was almost, almost worth it. 

Enjolras nods. He doesn’t quite succeed in holding back the hints of a smile.

God, Combeferre loves him. “Oh, come on, then,” he says, and he lets Enjolras tug him out to the balcony and close the shutters behind them. “So?”

Enjolras shoves his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, leans back on the railing. He’s quiet, for a while. “He… loves me,” he says, finally, and he can’t help but smile, then, crooked and sheepish and hopeful, too. 

Oh, man. Combeferre can’t help but smile, too, can’t help but nudge his shoulder gently. “‘Course he does, man,” he says.

He smiles a little broader, jostles Combeferre back. “Oh?” he prompts. And-

Yeah, okay, Combeferre can’t take it--he feels like his heart is going to fucking pop, with how much he fucking loves his best friend, right now. “Just-” He pulls Enjolras into a hug, broad and tight and warm against the hints of autumn chill in the air. Enjolras squeezes him back, buries his face in Combeferre’s shoulder and lets Combeferre pick him up for a few seconds, all embarrassing-like. “‘Course he fucking loves you, Enj,” he mumbles into Enjolras’s hair, once his feet are back on the concrete of the balcony. “God, I’m so happy for you.”

Enjolras laughs, bright and easy. “Why, thank you, sir,” he says, and the effect is only a little bit ruined by the fact that they haven’t quite managed to let each other go, yet. Combeferre’s fucking missed him, honest, he-

Oh, speaking of, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you got together for a week!” Combeferre lets him go, to tell him, if only to impress the severity of the situation onto him. (He’s still beaming, so, like… it doesn’t work very well.) 

“I was otherwise occupied!” He’s laughing. This is serious. (If only Combeferre could believe that, himself.)

“A week, Enj! You didn’t tell me for a week!” He grasps after Enjolras, makes to ruffle his hair where it’s already sleep-mussed, but he dodges, steps out of the way, damn his good reflexes, damn all that secret revolutionary training. 

“I was occupied!” Enjolras dodges again, and Combeferre is laughing too, now, and Enjolras makes to escape back into the apartment, and-

There is a loud thud. 

They both stop. Combeferre draws in a deep breath, wills himself not to start laughing, again. Enjolras hazards a look inside.

“Grantaire has fallen from the sofa,” he announces, all serious, and then they’re both laughing, gasping for breath as Grantaire grumbles his way to consciousness in the other room. 

“God,” Combeferre says, when he can breathe, again. “God, Enj, that one? You’re sure?”

Enjolras shrugs. “Yes, well, it seems-” he chances another glance inside. He flushes pink. “It seems that I love him as well. So.”

And, oh, man, Combeferre just needs to haul him in to another hug, there, and so he does.

[dansedan]

more cabin assholes! it’s lame but the scenario idea made me smile.

“I don’t know- I suppose I must’ve, like, fucked it up as a kid, and then it stuck. Then it was always Kimopai. I never questioned it.”

“no way.”

He looked him in the eyes.

“last year at my birthday you asked what ‘sorbanela’ meant in the birthday song- ”

He steals a kiss, feeling somewhere in his gut the bright eyes rolling into the pretty skull below him.

“darling, honey, sweetheart-“ kissing, with each one.

“oh, fuck off,” A pale arm swatting him away. “four years of world-class education and you think that me forgetting some racist ice cream flavor is-“

“baby- baby!” dragging his palm against soft skin, so soft, so lightly touched with hair, pressing their foreheads close together, just as soft, whispering “baby… they don’t write the words to feliz cumpleaños on the cake every time you have it. Eskimo Pie-“

“oh you asshole-“he’s not letting him pull away though- god, he was too cute like this, too good- trailing his arms around his waist, locking him into a tight, bracing hug.

“you are literate, you know. I’ve seen you write.” Whispering, gruff, nuzzling it into his skin. God above, so soft, so pliant, the skin of his neck a finer touch than the worn-down cotton of his undershirt. The shape, the hollow of its length just calling out to draw his tongue through, press his lips against.

“hmng- you’re… barely.” He’s breathless already, he’s always like this, mornings, gets lightheaded with the bright fog of the snow. So pale and yet so undeniably a foreign animal- down in those humid valleys, bathing in the waters of the cold and calm Atlantic. So seafaring he can’t find his usual insults in the dry, hard cold of western winter.

“not what you said last night” a nip, another, climbing down and backwards and anywhere, just towards the warmth and fondness and the blinding rage of impulse quiet in his own throat. A whine of agony is falsified below him, pale dove-hands quite unpoetically reaching for his ass. This is what he gets, he thinks, for trying to charm a man ten years his junior. Or maybe that’s just Anton, no matter how much he knows he tries to control himself- he can’t recall if at that age or ever else he’d been the same amount of warm and desperate, willing, pleading.

“you’re thinking too much.”

He was. It was a terrible idea.

So instead of thinking, he pushes back against the mattress, deeper, and slips a hand into his lover’s pants.

[crispy-chan]

amg I’ve been following Maze of Memories since you’ve posted the first 5 chapters and have been anticipating each new edition because of how well you write it! 😳💖 And chapter 7 is one I’ve been anticipating bc I’m so curious to how the story will progress and Felix’s fate and YOU DELIVERED! Absolutely delivered and served 🥺💕

I had to prepare my heart bc while I know Lix’s destined for tragedy, I was hoping that he’ll make it out alright 😭 I love how you developed their relationship and I felt it deep in my heart (despite being Chan biased like HNNG DBDBD TBH IF CHAN WASNT MY BIAS IT WOULD BE FELIX SO DBDN AAA I LOVE IT SO MUCH) and I almost cried at how heartbreaking it was for y/n to find him in that state ;; LIKE AAAHHH NOOOOOOO FELIX BEBDDB I wanted to save him 😭

I felt so bad for y/n and felt how scared she was now that she’s alone and the loneliness and crushing weight it has on her because she lost the only person she can trust in this hell without a hellevator ! And the details too about what happens after the games like what happens to the fallen tributes ;; idk if it was in the book bc it’s been a while since I read the Hunger Games but I love how you added more and explored that too. I was really shocked that they won’t be returned to their families and are treated like they’re just something not worthy of rest like it was so inhumane 😭 bc they only saw them as piles of flesh and not a person :(( they’re just their for entertainment as it is ever since the beginning.

It’s so interesting to see the shift of povs too. It gave so much insight on what Felix and Chan were experiencing and feeling it made Felix’s downfall 10x more agonizing while it made me more intrigued with Chan as a character bc that budding growth and internal change 😭 also pls give yourself a pat on the back bc those fight scenes! 🥺👌🏻💕💕💕 I think you said you’re not that confident(?) with/used to writing them but I enjoyed them a lot! I think it was well written enough and was able to add depth to what happened in between and was able to keep the suspense bc ngl I was holding my breath the entire time when Felix had to go against the tributes 😭😭😭 I think you’re doing a really good job writing this series!

I’m not one for action/dystopian genres of fics but this series is one of my favorites! I’m always anticipating and excitedly waiting for each new chapter and how it plays out 😭💖💖 I’m in awe at how you did the world building and setting up the characters and how you flesh them out. Nothing feels too slow or too fast; it’s the perfect balance and the emotions THE EMOTIONSSS 😭😭😭 oh my gosh your Lix will forever live in my heart! my precious bby boy! also this is super long 😭😭😭 aaa I’m just really happy chapter 7 is posted and I had so much fun reading I’m patiently waiting for the next one and see how our main stars will develop from there 💖

Thank you so much for sharing your hard work!! //and aa might make fanart bc ooof HMNG THAT VICTORY SONG MAMA VER CHAN AND THIS AU LIVING IN MY MIND RENT FREE👌🏻👌🏻 😭😭😭 waah my gosh im(not)ok 😂

Hello💓 so first of all, I thank you very much for this juicy long ask💓💓ngl, it warmed my heart and I was in a bad mood before reading it and now I’m smiling so thank you for that💕💕

I really wanted felix’s and yn’s friendship to be something that slowly built up, despite the circumstances. I wanted people to feel sad about his departure, I wanted him to be someone you got attached to so I’m glad it worked🥺although I admit it’s a bit weird without him now...

I honestly don’t remember if they returned the fallen tributes to their districts or not, but I decided to just roll with what my brain wanted. And yeah, Felix definitely made the games 10x more bearable for yn, I thought of her to be just a simple girl with no fighting skills (let’s just say like most people) and I think it would definitely be absolutely terrifying for a normal person to be thrown like that into the games. The fact that it’s an underground maze definitely doesn’t help lol.

I definitely tried with the POV shifts, writing yn and lix was not super hard, but writing chan was a bit more demanding. Like, I had to be in this mindset of a trained killer, that actually didn’t kill before the games so he didn’t know how terrifying it is. The only people he killed so far are 4 and 1, both of which either tried to kill yn and/or caused her immense pain by brutaly murdering her friend. I think that he was actually sad too when he saw that Felix was dead...

As for the world building, I’m actually surprised there’s any 😅 I don’t think I payed it enough attention while writing, but I’m glad you enjoyed it💕💕 honestly feedback like this helps a lot. I’ve realized that I am incapable of objectively judging my own works, I always see some flaws and I’m like: not enough dialogue! Too fast pacing! Way too slow! Etc etc.

But in all seriousness, I’m really glad you enjoy the series enough to send feedback like this💓 this is probably the most amazing ask I’ve ever received and I’m honored that you enjoy the series💓

Please stay safe and anticipate the next chapters🤪💓🥺😚💓💓

Ps: if you ever decide to do fan art, I think I’d bust a lung but no pressure💓💓 if you ever do it, it would be really cool if you tagged me, I’d love to see it🥺🥺💓