#You can’t be talking like that Wasp baby

[solacedeer]

OC character profile;

Name; Demelza Larkspur

Universe: Ikemen Prince

age; 23

Birth date; uncelebrated

Well intentioned but Fickle Wayfarer

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Pairing/Ship: N/A (dunno)

Personal Details -

hobbies; Odd Jobs, Playing the (lute? Banjolin?) (moderate level), Making Home brew, Jumping, Playing (generally)

Likes; Clear Instructions, Knowing things, Fairytales, Whole Nutrients, Authenticity, Strong Arms, Touching, and gifts

Dislikes: Needy people, Fabrics that weigh on her skin, the Quiet, Thanklessness, missed opportunities, Being touched, and disagreements

Backstory (brief); She headed out very young due to complications on her families farm and spent her childhood with a Number of different Hosts (All of which she ultimately separated/was separated from). This habit evolved into a lifestyle of Loose Attachments with both People and Places.

Appearance

Physical; Sedona Skin, Pit length Curly Pale Peach Hair (ends tinged Pink), Birth Mark under eye, Full eyebrows, Strong legs, oddly shaped scars scattered across her extremities. (5’7 feet tall)(170.25 cm)

description/mannerisms; She carries herself with an air of unassuming grace, her modesty is an acerbically vain measure to offset any sense that she is trying to draw attention or create intrigue (which she is).

She keeps her body language withdrawn and to herself until shes comfortable with whoever she’s interacting with. (In which case she’s prone to becoming a little bit touchy)

This of course is offset by her facial expressions, which can get very silly on accident. The humming and Limericks don’t help either. You wont think her mysterious after one good conversation. (Not that she can recognize that the majority of the time)

waspie. Writing this was hard this is all

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[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 43

part 1 | part 42 | ao3

cw: references to sex, post-coital sad boy feelings but it’s comforting i hope, once again swirling the religious drain

“You look like you just saw God,” Eddie says fondly as he pulls his fingers out.

“Pretty sure I am God,” Steve mumbles, winded and floating, watching the stars in his vision skitter across the ceiling in pretty popping swirls of white. His ass still feels full, phantom ache of Eddie's fingers. They live there now. “Or maybe you are, I don’t know.”

Eddie leans down to plant a firm kiss on his lips, sure and steady, overflowing with affection.

Steve’s heart is gonna pump so hard it bursts.

“Well,” Eddie murmurs into the kiss. “Amen to that.”

Later, after Eddie adds his own mess to Steve's skin, after he kisses him all over and cleans him up and lays them down on their sides, face to face like they were that first night — in the morning; if you still mean it, ask me then — Steve dares to break the silence. Murmurs "hey" so quietly he's not sure Eddie will hear.

"Hmm?" Eddie props his head up on his hand, giving Steve the full attention of those big, dark eyes.

"I, uh, I just wanted to say thanks."

Eddie's brows waggle suggestively.

“Oh, my god.” Steve gives him a weak shove, tapping lightly at his shoulder, and Eddie flops onto his back like he's been struck; groans like he’s dying and then rolls back up with a gentle laugh. “Well,” Steve rolls his eyes like he isn't smiling, too, "for that, too, I guess."

"He guesses.”

"Shut up. I'm trying to be sincere."

Eddie twists an invisible lock; seals his smiling lips shut and throws away the key.

"I just..."

He can do this.

He can. If Eddie hasn't judged him yet, then...

"I like that you. Y'know. You ask me. About stuff." Eddie hums in question, so Steve clarifies: "You pry." Shit. That was rude. "Not that it's prying if I want you to! That's not— that's not even really the word I'm thinking of. Or maybe it is, but, like, not the right conno- commo—"

Jesus.

Why can't his mouth ever just cooperate?

Eddie strokes a soothing hand down his side, letting it settle in the dip of his waist. Silent, steady encouragement. Patient and warm; always so gentle with him.

When Steve speaks again he stares directly at Eddie's chin, lets the words spill out on a muted mumble, like if he says them low and soft and fast enough then maybe god won't hear. "I just mean that you- you actually listen. I know I'm not the most, like, open about talking about my feelings and shit, but most people in my life are— well, I mean, most of them are kids, so that's probably part of it, but…”

He takes a deep breath; feels it rattle behind his ribs. “It’s like I say 'I'm fine' and they hear 'Steve's fine.' Like, 'Oh, Steve? Yeah, he's fine; he's totally fine. He got hit in the head again, but he's fucking fine.'"

There’s salt in his throat.

He swallows around the angry lump swelling there — a wasp nest in his soft tissues and he's swinging blindly with a bat — but he can’t stop now, the confession already pouring from between his trembling lips. "It just makes me wonder, like, am I that good of an actor? Or do they all just hear what the want to hear? You know? Like- like maybe I'm not worth the effort; maybe no one wants to lift the lid to clean the mold growing under it, or..."

He sniffs pitifully, can hardly see for the fresh tears. "I don't know. I don’t know."

“Baby.” Eddie's eyes are heartbreaking; Steve looks away again.

"I just like that you see me,” he confesses to Eddie’s shirt. “You listen. You care."

Eddie’s arms tighten around him; draw him in against his chest. “For as long as you want me to, baby, I swear.”

—

It’s easier, after that. Feels lighter; feels right when he spends his free time at Eddie’s side, laughing and smoking and fucking around; playing passenger princess as he goes to make his deals. Take on Me’s playing on the radio, and Steve looks over and sees him subtly bobbing his head to the beat.

“A-ha!” he says, pointing a Cheeto at him in triumph. “It’s catchy; admit it.”

Eddie rolls his eyes like he isn’t actively drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “Only because it’s designed to be, you little preppy pop prince fucker.”

“Hey!” Steve throws the Cheeto at his hair and laughs, “Fuck you!”

“Careful there, tiger,” Eddie answers with an easy grin, leaning over to squeeze Steve’s leg suggestively. Bearing down on the scratch marks he left there last night. “Might get what you ask for.”

“Oh, yeah?” Steve quips. “Gonna fuck yourself for me?”

It’s bratty. Steve knows it; resists the urge to stick out his tongue.

A muscle ticks in Eddie’s jaw. “Gonna fuckin’ fuck something,” he mutters darkly to the windshield, and Steve laughs and sings along to the next verse.

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part 44

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[ms-scarletwings]

Endearing through the Alien Lens: A Clue About the Primitive Irken?

I love literary xenobiology. I love it a whole lot, in fact. There’s a paradoxical line I dance across, between criticizing intelligent fictional aliens for their likeness to our species, and criticizing them for their unlikeness. It’s a pretentious and laughable dance between “Come on, the sky’s the limit, there’s no real reason for a bucket of different extraterrestrial races to just all be more flavors of quirky humanoids! Boring, show me something actually alien!!” and the yearn for the use of alien races as a funhouse mirror of mankind’s own evolution. I think the way Irkens nonchalantly dwell somewhere on that subjective tightrope is a good part of why I can’t seem to stop thinking about them.

They are inspired and yet creatively original. They are truly alien, and yet, they can still play foil to the bottomlessly decadent humanity that Vasquez’s Earth has set the stage for.

Before, in the very first brain dump I let loose about them, I noted a few of their parallels to the worst in Homo sapiens and the insects they resemble. This time, something is chewing on me that i haven’t seen another put into perspective. A something that seems contradictory to our collective view of the heartless, sexless, atomized conquerors that all of the cosmos will fear:

They… have parental instincts.

I didn’t necessarily say drives or wants; however, they undeniably havewhat seems to be an actual, instinctual “cuteness response”. Like us, like social pack animals which invest a great deal of resources and time into their young. Given that the closest thing that 100% of smeets born on the home world get to call a parental figure is a literal cold, unfeeling, automated machine, this seems kind of weird, doesn’t it? They’re not even born like mammals or nested like birds, they’re mass produced, like hived wasps or ants, miles beneath their actual society and out of the business of the adults. So, what the heck with them being written to be humanized with this baseless, arbitrary trait?

But, ah ah ah, nitpicker Scarlet, it’s not baseless. It’s only ✨vestigial✨

Y’all could probably make a good guess to what the cuteness response is and why it exists in Homo sapiens, but to sum up- it’s the phenomenon of when we see something we find “cute” and it makes us react to it in a protective, nurturing fashion- or also want to bite/squeeze things, weirdly, if it’s just too damn cute. Well, what do humans find cute? Things that resemble human infants, basically. It’s a biological reflex that makes us want to defend and provide care for our kind’s absurdly dependent and slow-developing young, rather than abandon them in the shrubbery like they’re just screamy, food-leeching paperweights.

“Pff, really? Well I must be special cause I don’t even LIKE babies. I think babies are icky gross, not cute! So, genetic instinct my ass!”

I hear you, sure, but what about… harp seals? Or koalas, or pandas and puppies and fawns and kittens? Or funny little cartoon blorbos? At bare minimum you’d have to be an alien yourself to feel nothing looking at photos of young hedgehogs

See, the fact that a lot of us may often find baby animals a great amount more endearing than even humans’ is not even in conflict with this understanding of cuteness.

The concept of the “baby schema” was formally proposed in 1943 by Konrad Lorenz, an Austrian ethologist. Fun fact is he was also the same researcher who originally observed and described imprinting behaviors, as seen in newly hatched waterfowl. Point is that his “Kindchenschema” idea grouped together a handful of infantile traits that make fireworks go off in the parts of your brain that wants to keep things alive and baby-talk to them. Included on the list were features like proportionally large heads, big eyes, round faces, short noses, etc. despite the name, the baby schema’s effect is something applied not to just actual babies, but children generally, and even in our reactions to non-human animals.

It’s the hypothesis behind both why we’ve jacked up the skulls of so many small dog breeds in the name of aesthetics and why we generally find the portraits on the left side of this image more appealing to look at than the ones on the right.

The consistency of these features across many species may also give some hint that they experience a similar phenonemon, especially given that these are traits shared among bird or mammalian offspring which require significant attention and protection to survive. And, it may also explain why this image likewise gives me a huge dose of that sweet, sweet response.

Awww, look at that lil’ mans! Look at his teeny noodle arms!! I just wanna pinch him like a marshmallow!

YOU are not immune to cuteness psychology, and neither are the proud Irken warriors. I’m going to cite Zim’s proclivity to what I can only describe as paternal bonding as a demonstration of this response, but before you go reminding me about his pak defects, it’s far from the only evidence that this is a natural Irken trait.

Check out little Timmy (importantly, the surrounding response to him), a hilariously out of place youngster who appeared briefly in the trial transcript for the sole purpose of a dark gag and to get us some lore revealed.

Take further note of the complimentary nature of smeets themselves.

Suddenly finding themselves alive, fresh Irken babies too, like the hatched gosling, begin to immediately seek an emotional attachment with the first animate thing they see. While mobile and fast learners, smeets are far from being able to truly fend for themselves. They’re tiny and naive and they need lots of mental enrichment/teaching. They also play and form something akin to friendships, much like human children. In the bygone era before Irkens were so reliant on Paks and all of the advanced technology of the modern empire, smeets would have been exceedingly vulnerable. All signs point to a phase in Irk’s natural history where they were once nurtured after by adults of their own kind, and commonly bonded with their caretakers. This could mean compact family units, or maybe even a communal raising situation, akin to penguin crèches (Personally I like to headcanon that the tallests/queens were traditionally the only breeding members of the population but that’s neither here or now). Either sense, the evolutionary remnants of a parental creature are still around.

Taking all that to note, instead of perceiving Zim as the bizarre outlier to the Irken condition when it comes to having this soft spot, I instead see him as an opportunity to see natural behaviors in action without the suppression of his militarized society and its distractions. Even someone as warped and selfish as he can be is still very, very full of love to give that he doesn’t even understand enough language to describe. He pretty clearly shows he has no cultural understanding or reference of cuteness, and still, he’s not so different in this “weakness” than the very humans he manipulated into fawning over Ultra Peepi. It just took an example his own sensibilities could relate to instead of an unfamiliar, repulsive alien rodent.

And when he’s given the rare circumstance to show that potential, well-

*(With the rough shape/size down, no nose, and huge, bug-like eyes, Li’l Meat man may actually be a great approximation of the key “smeet schema” features. More importantly, it was made to specifically resemble Zim himself)

- I feel that’s downright adorable.

[spookieolson]

You make everything better. (Ricky “Horror” Olson x Reader)

A/N: Felt like writing some fluff for Ricky today. Enjoy <3

Warnings: Language, light angst and fluff

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It was another long day at work. Customers were jerks and I didn’t even get to go on my lunch break today. I was exhausted and hungry.

I trudge my way out of the mall and into the parking lot. I find my car and get in. I let my head rest on the steering wheel as I let out a groan mixed with frustration and exhaustion. I run a hand through my hair with a sigh and start the car.

The drive home wasn’t easy. People drove like morons and some idiot almost side swiped me. It seemed my bad day was only getting worse.

Finally, I arrive home and pull into the driveway. Ricky was still at the studio with the guys and wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours. I turn off the car and grab my purse and get out of my car. I walk up to the door and dig in my purse for my keys.

“Damn it, where are they?” I grumble, getting more annoyed as I can’t find my keys. “Fuck, come on!”

Eventually after some digging, I find my keys and unlock the door. I get in and throw my bag to the side. I go to the couch and sit, soon to slump against it.

I was tired.

Mentally, and physically tired.

I could feel tears prick my eyes as I hugged one of the pillows. Today was a rough day, and all I wanted to do was cry.

So, that’s what I did. I let the tears run down my face as I hugged the pillow closer, shoving my face into it. I wished it was Ricky. Ricky always made everything better.

But he wasn’t here. He was working. All I wanted was for him to comfort me, and I couldn’t have that. Not for a couple of hours. Now I was sobbing.

I don’t know how long I was crying, but I heard the front door open. I didn’t bother to acknowledge whoever it was, I really didn’t give a damn. I just hug the pillow and keep my head down as I hear the sound of footsteps. I had cried so much that my voice was tired.

“Sweetheart? You home?” Ricky’s voice calls as he gets closer. I don’t answer.

Ricky finally approaches me, and frowns when he finds me like this. He crouches down to my level and gently takes my face.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asks softly, his voice filled with worry.

“Bad day…really bad day..” I mutter, my voice on the verge of cracking.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

I shake my head in response. Ricky nods. “That’s perfectly okay. Have you eaten yet?”

Shit. Ricky hated whenever I didn’t get the chance to eat. I gulp and look away. Ricky frowns again.

“I’m going to take that as a no.” He says with a sigh, then places his hand on my leg. “You need to eat, sweetheart.”

“Not hungry..” I mumble. That was a lie. I was starving, but I didn’t want to get up and eat.

“Uh uh. We’re not doing that. You need to eat.” Ricky stands. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. You’re gonna go take a nice shower while I make food, change into comfy clothes and then we’re gonna have a movie marathon on the couch. I’m not letting you be sad.”

That actually sounded pretty nice. I nod and sit up, rubbing my eyes. Ricky extends his hand and I take it as he helps me up. He walks with me to the bathroom and places his hands on my shoulders.

“Just relax, okay? Take your time while I cook pasta. I know it’s your favorite.”

My eyes light up a little. “Thanks Rick..”

Ricky smiles and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Of course baby, you deserve the best. Now go shower, okay?”

“Mhm..”

Ricky pulls away and leaves the bathroom so I can shower. I undress and turn on the shower. I end up taking a nice, long everything shower using all of my favorite smelling products. It made me feel a bit better.

I step out of the shower in my towel and walk into the bedroom. I put on my favorite body lotion and put my hair in a jaw clip. I change into comfy clothes and leave the bedroom.

When I walk into the kitchen, the smell of cooked pasta greets me. Ricky was almost done. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his torso, nuzzling my face into his back. Ricky turns his head and looks down at me with a smile.

“Hey beautiful. Have a nice shower?”

“Mhm…”

“Good. Dinner’s ready, go sit.”

I nod and let go of Ricky, a little sad to let go due to him being so warm, and smelling good too. I go to sit at the table.

Ricky plates the pasta and walks over, setting a plate down in front of me. I pick up my fork and waste no time devouring my pasta.

Ricky smiles as he watches me eat. “So much for not being hungry, huh?” I hum in response as I finish my first plate. I happily get up to grab another.

“You always make it just the way I like it, thank you.” I say as I sit back down, picking my fork up again and eating.

“It’s no trouble, really. I knew it would make you happy. It’s easy to make as well.”

We finish eating and Ricky sets the dishes aside in the sink, saving them for later. He grabs my hand and leads me over to the couch. He pulls me with him to cuddle. He sits me in his lap and wraps his arms around me. I lean into him, resting my head against his shoulder.

“You didn’t have to do this for me, Rick..” I say softly as he turns on the tv.

“I wanted to, baby. I never want to see you sad.” Ricky says as he settles on a movie, sets the remote down, and pets my hair. “It makes me sad seeing you upset.”

I nestle into him, nuzzling my face into his tattooed neck. “You always know what to say, and how to make me feel better. I love you..”

Ricky presses a kiss into my hair and pulls me closer. “I love you too, sweetheart. I’m always here for you.”

“You’re the best.”

We spend the rest of the night cuddling on the couch and watching movies until I end up falling asleep. Ricky carries me into our shared bedroom and lays me down on the bed. He pulls the covers over me and kisses my forehead. He lays on his side and wraps an arm over me. It isn’t long until he’s asleep as well.

He always made everything better.

[gyupinkys]

BOO BEAR

Boo Seungkwan x fem reader.

WC: 3.1K

Seungkwan's got jokes for days. But whenever you're around he gets tongue tied. You're just so pretty and your hair is so nice and you smell so good and your smile is so bright and you never say hi to him which makes him want you more and- ok he's rambling.

WARNINGS: MURDER, GUNS, TORTURE, KIDNAPPING, sub seungkwan, dom reader, oral (m&f receiving), face sitting, hand job, overstimulation, degradation, a lot of good boy, basically seungkwan being barbie.

“Get to the point.” you sigh.

“I need a favor”

You laugh. He can’t be serious.

“Cheol, the fuck do you want?”

“I need you to find out when Momo plans to leave the country.”

Momo? You hate that bitch with a passion. “You know we don’t get along.”

“I know, but I really need to know.”

“Why?”

“Because her husband won’t go anywhere without her. If I find out when they leave I can plan my strike. You know he crossed me and I don’t take that shit lightly.”

“And what's in it for me?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Oh? You should be careful with those words.”

“Don’t make me regret this Y/N.”

“You offered and there's no take backs.”

He sighs in response looking at you expectantly.

“I want Seungkwan to work with me.”

“Done.” 

“Well I’ll see what I can do.” you smile, shaking hands with him.

You get up and let yourself out. You’re here so often you navigate it like it's your real home. As you enter the living room you see his little minions sitting around the couch. You scan your eyes for the little blonde one. He’s sitting at the edge of the couch pretending he doesnt see you. You walk up behind him and drape your arms over his shoulders. “Now this isn’t the treatment I'd want from my boo bear.”

He sucks in a deep breath. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You dramatically pout. “Why do you never say hi to me?”

His eyes widened. “You never say Hi to me! You usually walk in and out without even looking at me. I try to talk to you all the time!”

“Well it clearly bothers you.” you giggle.

He slits his eyes at you. “Whatever.” he says with a very judgemental eye roll.

“We’ll be seeing a lot more of each other real soon my boo bear.” you say and take your leave, not before giving him a kiss on the cheel, leaving him wide eyed and confused.

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The next time you see Seungkwan he’s standing outside a cafe, speaking dramatically on the phone while sipping an iced americano.. typical.

You drive by him and roll your windows down. 

“What’s got you so worked up boo?”

He looks over to you taken aback. 

“What are you doing here?” he says, trying to act cool.

You smirk at him. “Get in the car, baby.”

His ears turn red. You make him so fucking nervous. The butterflies in his stomach are feeling more like wasps, he could get used to you calling him baby.

“Hoshi, I gotta go.” he says and hangs up, sliding into the car with no questions. 

“Where are we going? Wait, how did you even find me?”

“Don’t worry about that. We need to go shopping.”

“For what?”

You look over to him when you stop at the light, slightly confused. “Did Cheol not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

'Well let's keep it a surprise.’ you say and ruffle his hair. God, he’s so cute.  The way he’s so nervous around you makes you want to see how he’d act of you fucked him. Would he blush when you lick his tip? Start stuttering when you sink down on his cock? Babbling when he starts begging you to cum? Stop. You need to focus on the road, you feel like you’re constantly stopping yourself from jumping his bones. 

You drive downtown and park near Chanel. You can tell he’s a Chanel man. You walk in with him in tow. “Choose whatever you want Baby, I need you looking nice and pretty for me.”

He chokes on his americano. “What’s the event?”

You turn to him and smile, running your hands across the collar of his shirt. 

“What? I can’t just want you to look nice for me?”

“F-for you?” he asks with wide eyes.

“Seungkwan, it’s obvious I like you, why do you keep acting oblivious? You think it doesn't hurt me when you act like this?” you whine with a dramatic sigh. “And why do you never make me laugh? Are your jokes reserved for everyone else?” you pout. 

“No, no! It’s not you. I just get so nervous around you.” he groans.

“If you weren't so pretty it wouldn’t be so hard.” he says under his breath.

“What was that?” you ask even though you heard him clearly.

“Nothing, oh look at that jacket, I would look so sexy in it.” he says quickly walking away from you. 

He tries on several outfits, suits, and shoes, being very picky about the fit and color. He decides on several pieces, almost all navy blue to which you shake your head to. You walk to the register and listen to him ranting about his last trip with Jeonghan and Seokmin and he had to pay for a ride despite not riding it. “Wait, how did you convince Cheol to buy all this?”

“Cheol isn’t paying, I am.”

“Oh.” he says in shock. “Why?”

“Is it so bad I want my man to look nice?” you smirk.

“You’re actually driving me crazy.”

“That’s my goal.” You swipe your card without even looking at the price, visiting store after store, letting Seungkwan pick whatever he wants.

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“Seungkwan please do not fuck this up.” you say as you walk hand in hand with him into the charity gala.

“Y/N, When have I ever fucked something up?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Fuck off.” he says with an eye roll.

“Watch your tone with me Seungkwan.” you say with raised eyebrows.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. 

“I expect you to be on your best behavior ok? Be my good boy.”

A blush rises on his cheeks and he nods. This can go so badly if Momo finds out you’re fishing for information. That and being surrounded by ego filled mafia bosses will definitely lead to some kind of issue.

You walk in, grab a glass of champagne and lead Seungkwan to the main hall, laughter and chatter bouncing off the walls.

“Do you see her?” he whispers in your ear. 

“No. I’ll check upstairs and you stay down here, text me if you see her.” you respond, giving his hand a squeeze and heading up stairs. You look around and can’t see her anywhere. You spot her friend Nayeon speaking with a server so you decide to try your luck.

“Nayeon, long time no see.”

“Oh, Hi Y/N.” she says in the fakest voice you’ve ever heard. 

“How have you been?”

“I’ve been good. I got married a few months ago, when are you planning to do so? Or do you have no one interested?” she smiles, clearly mocking you.

“I’m married to my business. I don’t need a man to live happily.” you smile back.

“Hmm.” 

“Anyways, I’m actually looking for Momo. Have you seen her?”

“Uhhh, did you check downstairs? That's the last place I saw her.” she says, sounding slightly nervous.

This is fishy… why did she not ask why you’re looking for her? Bad, bad vibes.

“I’ll check.” you say with a tight smile.

You pull out your phone to text seungkwan, just for something to catch your eye. You look out the window and see Seungkwan alone with a dog. Where the fuck did he find a dog? And he’s picking up dog shit?  You start recording him, this will be great to use against him later. Too enthralled by his cuteness you fail to see the men sneaking up on him. In a second a punch lands on his jaw and another to his gut making him double over. He tries to fight back but is quickly overpowered by the rest of the men who quickly drag him away. What the fuck? You knew this was a fucking set up. You run down the rest of the stairs, trying not to trip in your heels and head outside, calling your head of security to follow Seungkwan. You tear off your heels and run to where he just was, pulling your gun out of your purse. But he’s already long gone as your men chase behind the van in their own cars. 

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Cheol has never seen you like this. Sure, he’s livid that Seungkwan is god knows where, but you’re on another level. It’s been a bloodbath, you’re interrogating anyone you can find, killing them whether they give you information or not. He knew you had a thing for Seungkwan but he didn’t know it ran this deep. He watches your guards dump your next target on the ground, hogtied. Well, this is gonna be something, he thinks to himself as you walk over to the person. 

You squat down next to the person, pulling the bag off their head. “Well, I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” you say in a deceivingly sweet voice. 

“You fucking bitch.” the woman grits as you pull out her gag.

“You’d think Momo would keep a better track of her friends. Or did she finally get rid of you?”

“When she finds out I’m here, she’ll have her husband kill your little boy toy.” Chaeyoung spits.

You see red. You can take a lot of things but you can’t take people talking about your man. She doesn’t deserve to even speak his name. You bash her head against the floor. “Where is he?” 

“Like I’ll ever tell you.”

“I’m sure you’ll crack eventually.”

Cheol watches you tear her apart. Not even bothering to ask her questions, knowing after losing enough fingers she’ll finally fold. After Chaeyoung’s thumb goes flying across the room she gives you what you want.

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Seungkwan has never been so upset. He’s not even that mad he’s locked in some dingy basement, he’s more mad that he got tricked by a fucking dog, AND he picked up it’s shit. And the broken nose also sucks. He hears the heavy door in front of him open and sees Momo walk in. He’s regretting all the awkward encounters in the past, thinking those moments are the reason for this.

“Seungkwan, I think I’m lucky. I get to kill two birds with one stone with you. I get to show Cheol to keep himself out of my business and send a little message to Y/N, show her she’ll never be better than me.”

He just side eyes her. Does she really think she’ll get away with this? The side eye somehow pisses her off more, making her punch him yet again on his nose, the rings on her hands making him start bleeding again. Fuck. He’s expecting you to burst through the door and save him but that doesn’t happen, he just keeps getting his ass beat staring at the door, waiting for you to come.

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You do come. Three days later, not that he’s counting. The sound of gunfire and yells wake him from his extremely uncomfortable sleep. He smiles, knowing it’s you coming to save him. He starts messing with his restraints, trying to slip free. The door flies open, only to see Momo run in and shut the door. 

“You’re not leaving here alive.” she says, running to the tool bench to grab a knife. Despite the pain around his body, Seungkwan shoots up and grabs her before she can grab a weapon. “You’re really a fucking bitch! And to think I picked up your dog's shit.”

Before she can respond the door flies open and instead of seeing your pretty face, he see’s Cheol, making him groan. 

“I come to save you and this is the reaction I get?” Cheol says with a pout.

“For fucks sake.”

The two of them wrangle Momo up and leave her to you. When they tie her to the chair Seungkwan was sitting in you walk in, hiding something behind your back. 

“Momo, a gift for you.” you smile, throwing her husband's head right into her lap making her scream. Even Cheol looks at you with wide eyes. You look at Seungkwan with wild eyes, genuinely looking insane. Seeing him beaten and bloody is making your blood boil, ready to kill anyone that moves. You wish you could’ve protected him better, he was left in your hands and you failed him. Sure, he’s not helpless, he could fend for himself, but you feel the need to take care of him, you can’t help yourself, he’s your boo bear. “What did she do with you?” you say cupping his face in your blood soaked hands. He doesn't have it in him to be scared, relieved you came for him. You gently touch his nose, seeing him wince. You roll your neck, trying to remain calm. “Let’s get you fixed up, ok?”

“Ok.”

You walk out with him, seeing him actively ignore the bodies around you two. You hear Mom screaming behind you, presumably being lifted and carried to a van. She won’t be having a good time in your basement.  

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“Seungkwan sit down.” you deadpan. 

“I’m fine!” he insisted.

You poke his rib, making him groan. “You’re not fine, lay down.”

It’s been about three weeks since you brought Seungkwan to your house and you’ve been forcing him to rest. He can't lie, being pampered by you is a dream come true, but being pampered by you means being touched by you, being doted on, and seeing more of you than he ever has. He swears you're doing this on purpose, coming out of the shower in just your towel, changing in front of him, walking around with no bra… he’s dying here. 

“I need some action! I’m so bored here.” he whines.

“You want some action?” you raise your eyebrows.

“Yes, all the guys are doing fun shit.”

You sit on the bed next to him. “You want to do some fun shit?”

“Yea.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know.” he groans, catching onto what you’re saying.

You climb up the bed and straddle him, watching his hands at his sides grip the bed sheets. “I have some ideas” you whisper while leaning in his ear. You can feel him getting hard beneath you, his squirming increasing tenfold. “I think I could start off by kissing you.” you whisper, beginning to kiss his face. His forehead, his eyes , his cheeks, and finally his lips making him groan again. Your hands roam his body while you kiss him, gripping and groping his chest, waist, hips, thighs. 

“God, baby. You’re so pretty under me.” 

He looks too overwhelmed to answer, probably shocked his dreams are coming true. “Kwanie, do you think I’m pretty too?” the strokes you’ve begun to give him, making it even harder for him to speak.

“I asked you a question." you say, pulling him out of his basketball shorts. 

“God, yes. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” he takes a deep breath when you spit on his tip and continues. “E-everytime I see you, I want- want to get down on my knees and beg for you to sit on my face. You don’t understand, Y/N you make me feel fucking insane.” he babbles.

“You flatter me.”

He shuts his eyes as you suck on his tip. Pulling off with a pop but still stroking him, you stay sternly, “Look at me Seungkwan.”

He’s fighting himself. It feels so good he feels like crying. Overwhelmed is an understatement, he feels like he got water after weeks in the desert, your presence is surrounding him completely. But he feels like he needs to listen to you.  He pries his eyes open to find you staring at him, making him shiver. He wasn’t lying when he said you're pretty, the first time you walked into the group's apartment, he genuinely thought he was going crazy. And when you smiled at him for the first time, he got hard like a pervert but he couldn’t help it. Now he thinks it's all paying off; your face stuffed with his cock, looking at him like you own him? He could cum right now. You take all of him easily, not even gagging. He bucks his hips into you, making you pause. You pull off of him. “Be good.”

Your voice is so stern he shudders, planting his hips to the bed and gripping the sheets harder. 

You climb further up the bed, resting on his chest. “Baby?”

“Yes?”

“I’m gonna sit on your face and I want you to eat me real good ok? I want you to show me how much you want to be mine. That’s what you want right? You wanna be my good boy?”

“Yes, yes, please. I wanna be your good boy.” he whines, gripping your hips and dragging you up to his mouth. He pulls all your weight down on him, immediately licking through your folds making you double over and grip his hair. “Fuck, just like that baby.”

The praise goes straight to head, he begins to suck and slurp, making a sticky wet mess all over his face. He encourages you to grind yourself over him as his hands sneak to your ass and squeeze. You pin his hands to the bed, making him partially immobile. “God, I’m gonna cum. You’re so fucking good for me.” Before you tip over the edge you hear a grunt and he strains against your hold. You look behind you and see cum all over his stomach and thighs. 

You tsk and climb off despite his whines and apologies. “To think I went out of my way to save you. I wanted my sweet boy back sooo bad, do you know how many people i killed? All because I thought you were my good boy, but I guess not.”

“No, I am your good boy.” he whimpers, the remnants of his orgasm still washing over him.

“Not after this.” you say and grip his still twitching length. “Well, If you want to cum so bad, I expect you to keep going.” You squeeze him hard and begin fast strokes. The whines leaving him have you leaking and rubbing your legs together.

“Y/n, I can’t take it.”

“Yes you can, you’re my good boy right? I want you to prove it.”

He groans. “Baby, please, I can’t take it anymore.”

“Just take everything I give you and don’t complain. You’re lucky I’m even touching you.” You squeeze him harder, leaning down to suck and lick his balls. 

“Cum in my mouth Baby. Now.”

You didn't have to tell him twice. He lets go, savoring the feelings of your hands and lips on him. He watches you catch all his cum on your tongue, moaning after each spurt. You lean up and push his mouth open, spitting his cum straight into his mouth. “Swallow.”

He swallows, ignoring the bitter taste and focusing on you. The effects of the second orgasm are clear. He’s shaking and twitching, but you're nowhere near done with him. You grab his length again making his eyes widen. “W-what are you doing?”

“I never said how many times I wanted you to cum.” you smirk, licking him from base to tip, ignoring the tears flowing from his eyes.

Seungwkan stares at the ceiling, knowing he’s in for a long night.

[tearfallpixie]

Trust and Love - Chapter 2: Savior

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“You two looked adorable earlier.” Ricky murmured when I joined him later that day.

“What?” I asked, looking at him in shock. He pulled out his camera and I melted. The photo he had taken was cute with Vinny and I snuggled together. “I’m sorry. We just got to talking and once I told him what happened with my ex we just kind of drifted off.”

“Hey, no need to apologize baby girl. He’s my best friend so it makes me happy that you trust him. Especially enough to tell him that.” I leaned into his side and dropped my head on his shoulder. “You need all the support you can get so having someone you are as comfortable with as you are me is really good, especially while we are on tour with so many people in one tight space.”

That turned out to be a good thing later that day even. We decided to stop and go get some essentials we had forgotten at Walmart but by the time we finished apparently word had gotten out that we were there and there were hundreds of fans outside. Ricky grabbed my hand and pulled me through them but at some point, in the chaos his hand slipped from mine and I lost sight of him. I felt myself start panicking but hands grabbed my hips and a body pressed against my back.

“Hey, sorry for touching you but I got you.” Vinny whispered in my ear. I let out a cry of relief and spun to wrap my arms around his neck. “Do you trust me?” I nodded and felt myself being lifted off the ground and into his arms. “Excuse me guys. I really must get my friend to the bus.” It was as if the fans disappeared. All the noise stopped and all I could feel was the security of Vinny’s arms wrapped around me. I barely registered the clicking of the door or him stepping up into it before another familiar set of arms grabbed me.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Ricky murmured as I adjusted to cling to him. “The fans got ahold of me and pulled me away from you. Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m lucky Vinny was there.” I sniffled.

“I cannot thank you enough Vinny.” Ricky stood and wrapped the drummer in his arms.

“No problem. I know if she was my girl, you would do the same for me.” He shrugged padding over to where the other boys were watching us with worry.

“Maybe think I could test out one of those games you brought?” I asked in a futile attempt to change the subject. Chris perked up and nodded.

“We have Halo, we have Battlefield, there’s Destiny.” He said flicking mindlessly through his game book.

“I’ve played Halo before I think.” I mumbled. Ricky smirked, knowing what I had up my sleeve.

“Hell yeah. Its always one of my favorites.” Chris cheered popping it in. He handed me one of the controllers and took another one for himself.

“Ok, I feel like something weird is going on here. I have to get in on this.” Vinny said snatching up a controller.

“You’re both going to regret that.” Ricky coughed.

~

“What the fuck? You think you’ve played Halo before?” Chris cried. “You fucking team wiped us on your own!” I flopped back onto the couch cackling maniacally. Ricky was sitting over in the booth and grinning at his computer. “You knew too? You traitor.”

“I can’t betray my girlfriend.” Ricky snickered. I looked over to see Vinny dying of laughter next to me. I got up and grabbed a Gatorade out of the fridge and took my seat once more. Vinny sat up and leaned onto my shoulder and I was pleasantly surprised that I didn’t feel the need to recoil instantly. I looked over to see Ricky had noticed and was smiling at how we were sitting too. “Alright, move. It’s time for me to whoop him too.” Ricky picked me up and practically shoved me in Vinny’s lap who instantly wrapped his arms around me to keep me from falling.

“You ok?” He asked quietly as Chris and Ricky played the Xbox. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Yeah, I am. Thank you for earlier by the way. I don’t know if I properly thanked you for saving me.” He blushed and nodded.

“Of course. That was pretty intense out there.” I dropped my head onto his shoulder and continued to watch the boys with a happy sigh.

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“Love, you’re tossing and turning. Are you ok?” I rolled to face Ricky as tears streamed down my face. We had been on tour for two weeks and it just seemed like the crowds had just gotten more and more intense. “Oh, baby.” He pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly.

“I can’t sleep, I keep remembering you getting pulled away from me. I just feel so overwhelmed, and I don’t know what to do.” I sobbed, clinging to his shirt.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do!” I exclaimed. He pulled away and stood up, making me cry out.

“I’ll be right back.” He left our little room for a second and when he returned he had a sleepy Vinny in tow. Once Vinny saw the tears on my face he was by my side instantly.

“Hey, sunshine. No need for tears.” He murmured, wiping the wet streaks from my cheeks. He laid down next to me and pulled me into his arms, Ricky settling behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his head into the back of my neck.

“We got you baby girl. You’re ok.” He whispered. I felt my fear and panic melt away as I laid there in their arms. It was a few minutes before I felt calm enough to speak.

“Why did you grab Vinny?” I asked once I had collected myself.

“Because he was the one that saved you when I couldn’t. I figured that he would be comforting right now.” I rolled around and nuzzled under his chin.

“I love you.” I whispered into his chest. He had said those three words to me before, but he preferred to show his feelings vs saying them. I had not gathered up the courage to say them yet though so when I did, I felt his arms tighten around me and hold me impossibly closer.

“I love you too.” He murmured. I heard him take a deep breath and exhale slowly, so I knew he was holding back his emotions at that moment. I finally felt myself relax in between my boyfriend and the man who had become so unbelievably important to me in the two weeks I had known him and allowed myself to drift off.

“Is she asleep?” Vinny whispered after about an hour.

“Mhm.” Ricky hummed. He was drifting off himself.

“I can go if you want.” There was a hint of sadness in that statement letting Ricky know that Vinny did not actually want to leave.

“No. If she wakes up and you’re gone she’ll have a panic attack. She freaks out if she wakes up without her partners next to her.” Ricky mumbled. “Just stay the night.” Vinny settled back in and the three of them fell into the most comfortable sleep they had yet on this tour.

[alatismeni-theitsa]

This might be a weird question but I’m first Generation Greek diaspora in Canada and I often feel disconnected from my culture. I have found out that I’m non-binary in some way and I want to change my name because it’s a very feminine name. However, it’s also a very Greek name, and I feel like erasing it in place of some WASP or USian name would make me feel even more disconnected from my culture. I’ve been looking online for Greek unisex name lists but they always have names that no Greek actually has or are not unisex. I know that we have a problem with naming people the same thing, I think like 50% of the Greek girls I meet are named Maria or some variant of it, but I have met some cool names people. Still, I want to choose a name that reflects my culture and my identity and I haven’t come out to my family yet so I can’t ask them. Anyways, I was just wondering if you could think of any off the top of your head or if you could recommend a baby name list. Sorry if this is hard I don’t mean to stress you out, I just don’t have many people who I can talk to about Greek culture

Hi! Perhaps you could go with Χάρις which is feminine but also sounds like Χάρης, the masculine name. ;) Or some other modern Greek names that end in -ις. (Which.... tbh I can't think of anything atm 😂) But feel free to check some and come back to ask if you can use them nowadays.

I am not non-binary and I don't have the energy or time to go to queer Greek spaces although I belong there 😅 This is to say that I am not aware of any solution that the Greek ΛΟΑΤΚΙ+ community has found for this. And that anyone who knows what's going on can fill us in.

The explanation/context:

It's true that Greek names are gendered so I cannot find anything from the top of my mind to suggest :/ I was about to suggest some more "powerful" Greek names (like Alexandra) but that would also suggest that there are "masculine" and "feminine" traits that belong only to a certain gender. I don't want to imply that war or physical power is strictly a "masculine" thing ya know, or that a "Maria" is automatically feminine and cannot be assertive or even fire a gun. Traits don't have "feminine" and "masculine" vibes to me, they are just human traits. After all, Greek women are known for their resilience and toughness, the ability to terrify anyone with merely a stare and a slipper/stick, and their fierceness when they make it into military ranks.

Tbh I think Greeks experience being non-binary beyond names. Names can be irrelevant. E.g. you can have a feminine or a masculine name and still be non-binary. English speakers often make a fuss about what names are masculine and feminine but I haven't seen Greeks care much about it. Greeks don't argue about what names are "more feminine". That's not how we see names and that's not how we connect them with gender. No one cares if they call you Melina and you have 100 piercings and ride a motorcycle. So in this society there's no thought to get rid of your name if it doesn't "match" your actions or basic expression.

Ofc you can change your name for whatever reason. I am only speaking on the Greek mindset about names and gender. The Greek non-binary people I've met in Greece go by their gendered baptism names. In online spaces only they go by English names, or just by their initials, as the English trend is.

Sometimes I also suspect that there are differences between what feels non-binary for a Greek and what feels non-binary for a Canadian. I might be completely wrong here, but I am letting this thought out there to see if there are indeed different perspectives. For example, I've felt a difference between local queerness in some cases, like when USians see a Greek woman with "αγορέ" short hair and...average person movements (not feminine or masculine I mean, just a person existing), and immediately switch to "they/them". Meanwhile for Greek society this person naturally falls into the "default woman" category and we wouldn't see any reason to not use she/her. (I'm talking about cases where the person also doesnt say anywhere that they are non-binary or that they use they/them pronouns.)

In aaaaany case, our societal norms, our histories, and presentations are not the same and for this reason I also applaud your decision to choose a name that reflects your culture and identity. As people we are a mix of many things and our characteristics carry a cultural flavour.

Given all this, and driven by practicality, I would say that it would be better to go with a feminine name (because of your physical presentation) but choose whatever feels better for you. Don't think of Greek names for females as "more or less" feminine, since that's not the Greek way of thinking.

More suggestions:

You can choose a name that honours your values, or a characteristic that you want to have or you are proud that you have. You can choose names that express concepts, like "wisdom" (Σοφία), "love" (Αγάπη), "freedom" (Ελευθερία/Ρία), "hope" (Ελπίδα), "salvation" (Σωτηρία), "reign" (Βασιλεία), "happy/beloved" (Ασπασία), grace (Χάρις).

Just because these words are feminine, it doesn't mean that they are feminine traits. They are feminine GRAMMATICALLY. Something that English speakers might not understand is that gendered language doesn't mean that you assign gender to things. Heck, even the chair is a feminine noun in Greek but no one suggests there's any feminine about a chair 😂"Dick" (yes the genitals) can also be a feminine word. (η πούτσα) Like, the feminine pronoun doesn't mean anything.

Sure, the connection between names and sex is strong in Greek, but not in the sense English speakers (or people who speak neutral-gender languages) might think. We can recognise Greek sexism and separatism but at the same time I think it's important to understand that each society sees different traits in the sexes and genders.

You could also choose names like "farmer" (Γιωργία, to suggest that you like to work the earth), or the name of some Greek goddess, or some Greek saint to show that you have their attributes. Or the name of an empress, or the name of an emperor but in its feminine version (e.g. Κωνσταντίνα). Maybe the name of a Muse, if you are a creative.

That's it from me 💙 Sorry to have delayed this answer but I needed to think a lot, and life doesn't let me think or answer to asks a lot these days. I hope I managed to help even a little bit.

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As I said, I am not non-binary, and I don't want to speak over non-binary people. I am answering this because you said that you don't have lots of people to talk about these things, and perhaps it's better to have someone queer say some stuff about it. As always, more opinions are welcome in the comments and reblogs. I don't have all the knowledge in the world.

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Prove Me Wrong (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Heyo! Guess who's back with more of the OG chaos trio? This girl! I freaking love them your honor- and after rewatching JJK 0 recently (as of writing this anyway) I wanted more fluff with them- and so I made it :3 I hope y'all like it! :D

CW: Swearing

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Summary: Gojo refuses to believe Shoko isn't ticklish- so he convinces Geto to help prove her wrong. Things get silly.

Shoko Ieriri was without a doubt, a hundred percent ticklish. Gojo knew this like the back of his hand.

He…didn’t have any actual proof of this information, but the vibes were there- she had to be!

“You can’t just decide someone’s ticklishness based on a feeling.” Geto rolled his eyes when Gojo declared his theory, finishing off the last of his soda. “Besides- we’ve tried tickling her before, remember? She didn’t even react.”

“Well yeah- she wasn’t ticklish on her sides! That doesn’t mean she isn’t ticklish somewhere else!” Gojo was slumped in his spot beside him, arms over the back of the bench, his abandoned can of cola a delightful trap for bugs. “I bet she’s one of those people who you need to turn on their ticklishness- has that one spot that when prodded, it sets off the rest of them!”

“Or she could just be immune.” Geto reached across him, stealing the remaining cola before the local wasp could. “Some people are. Maybe it’s a reverse curse thing.”

“Yeah but anyone can learn that- hell; I bet I could!”

“Probably. Then you’d never be ticklish again.” Geto jabbed his side, making him spasm and scrunch. “Or it’d make it worse. It’s always so tingly when she does it- the whole healing thing. You can barely handle it.”

“She touches too softly, that’s all.” He fussed, cheeks dusting as he sank in his seat once more. Geto smiled around the can. He went to drink.

Without any warning, Gojo jabbed him in the hip.

“GE-AH!” The other boy wheezed, soda spitting everywhere as he coughed and choked.

“That’s what you get. Now- are you gonna help me or not?” Gojo raised a brow, eyes dancing when Geto glared at him.

“Fine. But first- I’m gonna kick your ass!”

~~~

“Hey.” Shoko waved at Gojo as she walked in, kicking her shoes off by the door. “What’s up, Satoru?”

“Hello, my dearest Shoko. Please- come in and have a seat.” He waved his hand in a flourish, the table a semi-organized mess of notebooks, pens, textbooks and snacks.

 The medic made a low sounding whistle, brows raised at the spread. “And here I thought you were full of shit about studying. Bummer- I was looking forward to goofing off.” Shrugging, she came over and took a seat, immediately grabbing a bag of sour cream chips. “Where’s Suguru?”

“He’s running late- likely talking up some pretty girl in town.” Gojo leaned into his hands, eyes dancing. “Can you believe it? He actually has admirers!”

“Jealous?” Shoko smiled around a chip, earning a tongue stuck out at her.

“Please- I’m simply too hot to handle.” While he talked, his eyes found Geto’s looming shadow by the hall, waiting for his cue. Time to get this show on the road.

“So, Shoko darling. What would you say are the biggest drawbacks of your curse technique?” Lead her in- nice and slow.

“What’s with all the darlings and dearests? Are you practicing for Suguru?” She tilted her head at him before growing thoughtful. “I guess the biggest drawback is fatigue. Reverse curse technique- it takes a lot out of you.”

“Ah, I see. What else? I’m curious!” Gojo leaned in, fully engaged. Geto moved closer in steady paces.

“Knew you were full of shit. Hm…well, it’s a high demand technique, so I’m always busy. And I suppose walking in on gruesome sights is another bummer. Oh- and my friends try to use it as a distraction technique to get the jump on me.”

Geto froze- face blank. Gojo’s glasses drooped.

Silence.

“Suguru, do it!” Gojo cried before anyone could move.

“Right! Take THIS!” Geto shot his hands into her armpits, wiggling his fingers.

The reaction was…

“Ah. So you’re still trying to tickle me, huh?” She blinked at him boredly, something amused in her smile at Geto’s blank stare. “Go ahead- I already told you I’m not ticklish.”

“T-There’s got to be somewhere! Here?” He tried her neck. Shoko merely rolled it to the side.

“Here?” Gojo scrambled around the table, squeezing her hip.

“It’s got to be bad here!” Geto pressed into her ribs.

“This is a good spot!” Gojo poked her belly.

“Oh ho ho. Please, guys stop. I’m soooooo ticklish.” Shoko snickered, unfazed by their antics. No matter where they touched, she was unmoved, finishing off the last of her chips. “I can’t handle it. Please, don’t.”

“My god.” Gojo sat back, wide eyed and mildly spooked. “She’s a god.”

“Unfazed and untouched.” Geto put his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

“Praise me.” She flexed, satisfied. “My turn- which one of you got the bright idea?”

“Satoru.” Geto wasted no time.

“T-Traitor!” Gojo cried, scrambling back just as Shoko went to grab him. “He helped though! Get him first!”

“Nah. I like tickling you more. You make funny noises.” She dived, grabbing his ankle as Gojo tried to wiggle free. Within seconds she was upon him, sitting by his hips as her fingers worked along his torso. “See what I mean?”

“Aheahhahahahhahahha! S-Shohohohohohokoohohohohohooho! Gehahahahhahaa, nohohohohohohohohohoohoo!” The pale haired teen was a mess of giggles almost immediately, flopping like a fish out of water as he batted at her hands. “Dohohohooohn’t tihiihhihickle mehehehehehehehe!”

“Heh- I tried to tell you, Satoru.” Geto snickered, eyes falling to Shoko as he watched her work. She was sitting on her knees, socked feet tucked under her butt as she carried on pinching Gojo’s waist.

…..Hm….

Without any warning, he dragged a finger down her sole.

“AH!” A sharp squeal shot out of her mouth, full body spasming at the feeling. Geto stared, brows raised. Gojo was equally stunned, staring at the reverse curse user with equal amazement.

“Oh my GOD! I freaking knew it! You’re ticklish!” Gojo cackled, pumping his fist in the air like a happy child. “Shoko’s ticklish! Shoko’s tickli-EEHEHEEHEHE!”

“Eh. So I am- but you’re more.” She grinned, prodding the terrible spot along his lower third rib. “See what I mean? Funny noises.”

“AEHHHAHAHHAHA! SKEHEHHHEHHEHE! SUHUHUHUGUHUHHUURU HEHEHEHEHELP!” Gojo cried out, flailing his hands for mercy. “GEHEHHEHEHT EHHEHEHEHEHEHER!”

“So demanding…” Geto grinned before shuffling over, hands raised and fingers clawed. “Here I come~”

~~~

It was safe to say Geto tried.

The moment his fingers touched Shoko’s foot, she all but flailed, arm swinging backwards and knocking him sideways. Before she could check on him though, Gojo all but leaped across- tackling a groaning Geto and going right for the hips. 

"SAHHAHAHAHTAHAHHAHRU YOU SHIIHIHIIHIT!"

"Hehe, gotcha Sugu-EHEHEHEH SHOKO!"

"Hehehehehe~"

More antics ensued. A foot connected with Gojo’s stomach- likely Shoko’s, one of Geto’s curses came out (“Let’s kiss!” “GET THE HELL OFF ME!”) and the little table of snacks and books that weren’t even real textbooks went tumbling over with a kick.

When the dust finally settled, the three of them were spread out across the carpet of Gojo’s apartment, giggly and exhausted.

“Heh…hehehe..new ruhuhle. No suhuhuhuhmoning curses.” Gojo declared, earning a tired round of “Hurrahs” from his friends.

“Ihihin my defense- I was gohoing for the hahands.” Geto huffed, rubbing his jaw with a snicker. “That’s ohohne hell of a right hook, Shoko.”

“Heh. Bet.” She sat up, patting herself down until she found her cigarettes. “I’m gonna take a smoke break.” She reached out, pressing her fingers into his cheek until the bruise was no longer there. “Sorry about that.”

Once the door shut, Gojo grinned, raising a tired hand. “Told you she was ticklish!”

“She’s also violent when tickled.” Geto rolled his eyes, slapping it anyway. “Was it worth it?”

They sat there, reflecting for a moment. Her laugh was so….gremlin-like. Snickery and snorty, shrill at points. Completely different than you’d expect from her…

“Worth it.” They nodded.

Thanks for reading!

[autisticlancemcclain]

full fic masterlist

most of these are over 1000 words, stand on their own, and are posted to ao3. any major warnings will be stated.

here lies keith kogane -- felled by accidental innuendo [ao3]

it might be crazy but it aint no lie, baby (bi bi bi) [ao3]

spies, sneaking out, sobbing, and other such stressors [ao3]

the butterfly effect ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch 4 [ao3] [ongoing]

fuck bitches, get money (or something like that) [ao3]

panicked flirting is still flirting (shut up, pidge) [ao3]

you crazy-assed cosmonaut (remember your virtue) [ao3]

light pollution in my mind [ao3]

ten minutes on the clock (twenty years on my mind) [ao3]

take my tea with formaldehyde (for my feminine side) [ao3] 

monkey boy [ao3]

a mother’s love ch 1 ch 2  ch 3 [ao3] [ongoing]

i’m talking to a memory (calling can you hear me) [ao3]

we’re not broken (just bent) [ao3]

you can always find me (in our favourite little memories) [ao3] [MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH]

dancing in the mirror, singing in the shower [ao3]

baby, you’re my stability [ao3]

mr. snuggles [ao3]

the tarantula hawk wasp incident [ao3]

i’m just a holy fool (baby it’s so cruel) [ao3]

baby, you’re my lightning in a bottle [ao3]

land or sea, i’ve got the power (if i just believe) ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch 4 ch 5 ch 6 [ao3]

i hope some day i’ll make it out of here (even if it takes all day or a hundred years) [ao3] [GRAPHIC DECRIPTIONS OF A PANIC ATTACK]

if there’s something weird (and it don’t look good) [ao3]

blow (this place about to) [ao3]

hey baby (i think i wanna marry you) [ao3]

i’ll go get a ring (let the choir bells sing) [ao3]

is it the look in your eyes (or is it this dancing juice) [ao3]

gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss [ao3]

i can’t decide (whether you should live or die) [ao3]

patito [ao3]

smackdowns and fistfights (and other such forms of affection) [ao3]

sorry daddy (but i’m not that easy) [ao3]

i know you love me (wearing nothing but your boots) [ao3]

chocolate chip chivalry [ao3]

if you’re ready (like i’m ready) [ao3]

a night you won’t remember (i’ll be the one you won’t forget) [ao3]

how much is you paying (i don’t speak broke boy language) [ao3]

no one will know (oh come on) [ao3]

you’ll never be alone (i’ll be with you from dusk ‘till dawn) [ao3]

he might not look like he gets bitches (but honey that dick was 11 inches) [ao3]

cats and charms [ao3]

young love murdered (that is what this must be) [ao3]

love, gimme love, gimme love [ao3]

walk, walk, fashion, baby! [ao3]

eighteen (crazy) ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch 4 ch 5 ch 6 [ao3] [ongoing]

bug boy [ao3]

spendin’ my money (i’m outta control) [ao3]

hey, brother [ao3]

rhinestone top (tits peeking out) [ao3]

dumb dog (why aren’t you following me) [ao3]

save a horse (ride a cowboy) [ao3]

nails, hair, hips, heels [ao3]

what if i lose it all pt 2 pt 3 [ao3] [ongoing]

broken bones and stone-brick homes [ao3]

you turned around (and you stole my heart) [ao3]

i only got one thing on my mind (you) [ao3]

i’ve never been a natural (all i do is try try try) [ao3]

if you wanna be my lover (you gotta get with my friends) [ao3]

i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to. [ao3]

come here. let me fix it. [ao3]

i think you’re beautiful. [ao3]

do your worst (’cause nothing’s gonna stop me now) [ao3]

i can’t help falling in love with you (would it be a sin) [ao3]

you know i’m drunk on love (nothing can sober me up) [ao3]

is it so bad (if you don’t get what you wanted?) [ao3]

how long will i be with you? (as long as the sea is bound to wash upon the sand) [ao3]

give up your dream of going away (forget your sailors in galway) ch 2 [ao3]

when you get older your wild heart will live for younger days (think of me if every you’re afraid) ch 2  ch 3 ch 4 [ao3]

i know you get me (so i let my guard come down) [ao3]

how long will i hold you? (as long as your father told you) [ao3]

i’m in love (with a fairy tale) [ao3]

like you made it to 48 (and still made my birthday cake) [ao3]

i see your face (when i close my eyes) [ao3]

this is the part of me (that you’re never gonna ever take away) [ao3]

you’ve got me stuck where i’m sittin’ (lookin’ at your eyes) [ao3]

tell a hater kiss both cheeks (ciao, bella) [ao3]

he’s into superstitions (black cats and voodoo dolls) [ao3]

you look like you can handle what’s under my hood (you keep sayin’ that you will, boy, i wish you would) [ao3]

and with every step together (we just keep on getting better) [ao3]

i will grind you to sand (beneath my louboutin heel) [ao3] [MATURE & VIOLENT THEMES]

to the town of agua fria (rode a stranger one fine day) [ao3]

maybe something happened in a past life (didn’t make it over 25) [ao3]

you would not believe your eyes (if ten million fireflies) [ao3]

but i’ll know where several are (if my dreams get real bizarre) [ao3]

take my name out of your mouth (you don’t deserve to mourn) ch1 ch2 [ao3]

got the neighbours yellin’ (earthquake) [ao3]

such a shame (you don’t put up a fight) [ao3]

all i want is to fly with you (all i want is to fall with you) [ao3]

if it was raining you would yell at the sun (pick up the pieces when the damage is done) [ao3] [SUICIDE IDEATION & ATTEMPT]

i’ve been running with the wolves (to get to you) [ao3]

hey, hey, you, you (i know that you like me) [ao3]

i like shiny things (but i’d marry you with paper rings) [ao3]

on a neighbourhood street (where the little kids play) [ao3]

if you knew (what i still got in my closet) [ao3]

i’m everything (they said i would be) [ao3]

i’ll put you down slow (love you goodbye) [ao3]

i’ll make the choice to hear that voice (and do the next right thing) [ao3]

[carefulfears]

24, 25, 26, 27

(x-files themed asks) headcanons edition!

24/ list some college MSR headcanons!

i just know that mulder in college was like...somehow kinda a WASP-y square but a riot at the same time. i just know him and phoebe were writing the most melodramatic prose to each other. we already established that he was fucking on graves. i think he got his ear pierced, i believe this. he was a good student, top of his class, and focused. albeit "in over his head," in his words.

dana, dana, dana...what can't she do. she's a medical doctor with a degree in physics. she rewrote einstein as an undergrad. i feel like she was in every club imaginable. missy said she should join a sorority, but she didn't want to distract herself. she smoked. she's a teacher's pet but a bit lonely.

25/ list some season 1 MSR headcanons

scully called her little friends about her "cute" coworker all the time. on road trips, she would get to pick the music, but mostly she'd rather listen to him talk. they went to the liberty bell (and to the empire state building, and everywhere that they had never been).

26/ list some season 7 MSR headcanons

season 7 MSR to me is exactly like the song "playground" by alison sudol. like exactly. like that entire vibe is season 7 MSR. listen to it and feel the energy.

All the windows open and your legs around me We were one time strangers, now we’re trying to make a baby Oh my heart’s over-pumping and your mouth is an ambulance Oh I can’t stop laughing, I don’t know if I can stand it

cuz i likeeee you sooo well <33

i think they spent all of their time together in s7, finding excuses to sneak across motel rooms. establishing rules, then breaking them. they were happy. basking in each other.

27/ list some season 9 MSR headcanons

i know this to be true for a fact that dana scully, who squeezed her baby when she thought mulder was dead and sang him silly songs that remind her of his dad and dressed him in space-themed onesies, was doing all she could to feel like mulder was close and involved. she rocked the baby by the fish tank. she took photos of everything and made mulder books. she played old videos and voicemails to fill the house with his voice.

[solacedeer]

@olivermorningstar I do have answers for these, It does get heavyish

—————

What brings her to different places, i’m going to write something for this eventually (this is the last just Info-dump i’ll make about her).

What kind of music does she enjoy; Probably likes a Lot of Hymns, Campfire songs, (maybe Folk music). Simple melodies with pretty lyrics because she’s not a performer and most of the time she’s playing by ear.

—- stuff you didn’t ask for but felt very “general” ——

Travel, I think her travel depends on where she’s going. She’s probably only been to far off places a few times and years apart. She’s never been to Tanzanite. Achroite she visits but Those are opportunities where she’s gotten to travel with groups, Probably delivery/pickup stuff.

misc;

between “fight, flight, or freeze” she’ll usually take flight. If she’s toughing it out she’ll stand there trembling, fighting the urge to leave.

If she dislikes someone she avoids them. Her lifestyle makes that easy. In a situation where she cannot avoid someone she doesn’t like she makes it clear to them that she doesn’t (in the hopes that will make them leave avoid her)

Cold > Heat > Rain

Superstitious (mostly about wives tales, bad omens)

She carries around a Mouse

——- back to your questions

What kind of food does she like; Chicken and Rice. Salmon. Raw vegetables and fruit. Plain stuff mostly. Elaboration below

Tw; ED (Orthorexia) under the cut

- Demelza’s got a Peak condition “thing”. It was initially to ensure she had energy for whatever she needed to do during the day, but evolved into a form of Self medication.

- She is convinced Deficiencies like the ones that cause scurvy are the source of all her problems. If she’s having a low period she either needs to leave wherever she is or she is missing something/ate “wrong”.

- I added “Whole Nutrients” (fake term) to her Profile and didn’t elaborate. But Since Nutrition science is still rudimentary she only knows as much as the Fruits sailors keep aboard ships to avoid Scurvy and Whatever is in the Books she can get her grubby non-Academic hands on. Which amounts to Meat, Bread, Water and Fruit. Not much else.

- The result is her eating a lot of the same just to keep her regimen up, Not for enjoyment. The only “good” Meals that she trusts, are found Domestically (someones house). The kind of thing people make for their growing children. Even then if its a little too Salty or the Meat tastes different she won’t touch it for fear of it disturbing her balance.

The Homebrew is the only real exception but theres no real logic to it anyways. She makes it herself when shes in a place for a long time, out of things she sees as good. Its poison sometimes, theres Cognitive dissonance,,

(sorry this parts kind of dreary. Its not just there to be upsetting, it relates back to her story. I know we’re here for fun it just set up.)

[kingdarkstalker]

Sorry if you’ve spoken about this before but I really wanted to rant to someone about this!

About Sunny & Starlight: I was initially quite happy that Sunny rejected him bc I was excited a male character wasn’t going to get the ‘reward’ of having his feeling reciprocated and “getting the girl” or whatever AND that Starlight remained friends with her instead of hating her for rejecting him and being a sulky baby (never minding how she discarded Starflight after he became blind), bc I thought that was a good lesson for kids! but!

i’m not even totally mad that Tui made Starflight feel this way towards what is literally his adopted sister because I think any abused kid with zero love from their parental figures kept isolated like that might develop inappropriate attraction to their siblings, adopted or otherwise, and could work through that once they got out of that situation, met other people, and learned how things work, but the issue is that Tui never addresses this, probably because she didn’t even think about it.

I find it interesting that not once do any of the DoD refer each other as siblings; I know Webs and the others never called them siblings and they all knew they weren’t related to each other but I find it interesting that Tui seems to think non biologically related kids of the same age raised like this wouldn’t conceive of each other as siblings,, Tui obviously sees them as friends and we are meant to as well (since she never calls out this pseudo incest) bc apparently she can’t conceive of children of different “races” (essentially) thinking of each other as siblings—they can only be friends and (in Starflight’s case) potential love interests

I know the subject of Sunny’s unknown hybridization was meant to be a mystery throughout most of the story, but it’s so uncomfortable how the kingdoms are so racially homogenous that even a multiracial org like the Talons of Peace can’t even conceive “hey maybe this SandWing looks different because she has mixed heritage” because that’s just how fucking uncommon interracial couples are AND it’s even more uncomfortable because Sunny is constantly made out like she’s a freak or defective because she lacks some SandWing traits,,, Burn (?) literally wanted to stuff her and put her on display because her appearance is so striking; it’s literally so fucking bad

let’s not talk about the fact that the biggest interracial couples (esp Foeslayer/Arctic) literally have doomed relationships and aren’t allowed to be happy; I haven’t finished arc 3 yet and I really want to like Blue/Cricket (esp cause I headcanon Cricket as autistic) but Cricket’s feelings for Blue seem to limited to how uwu pretty he looks and I know Blue is Empathetic & Pacifistic but Cricket is still from the oppressor class, and she hasn’t seemed to fully reconciled with that role, nor has Blue seemed to accept that reality, they both just keep insisting Wasp is the only bad thing and not the system they grew up in, and unless Tui confronts this, I can’t get behind their relationship, it’s just more of the same Jade Mountain Academy wishful thinking that once the Bad Thing is over, everybody can forgive each other and we don’t need to deal with anyone’s trauma or hard realities

theres nothing i love more than when you guys give me essays detailing exactly why and how and what is wrong with WOF and you always word yourselves so well. thank you so much cause you're absolutely right

[demi-shoggoth]

2023 Reading Log, pt 5

Is it obvious that my local library has lots of books about birds?

21. Penguins and Other Seabirds by Matt Sewell. This is a small book, hardcover, with color paintings of fifty seabirds and short informational blurbs about each. The blurbs are a combination of science and poetic writing, and are often anthropomorphic and occasionally judgmental (it’s okay gulls. I don’t hate you). The book is cute, but very short and faintly disposable. It feels like a gift book you get someone who you don’t know very well, but you do know likes penguins. Suitable for a bird-themed bathroom reader.

22. The Complete Language of Food by S. Theresa Dietz. This book baffles me; it feels like it was written by a space alien, or possibly a Dan Brown character. The “language” the title refers to is both symbolic and magical, and each of the foods is granted a laundry list of things it could possibly represent in a reference or a spell. These lists are sometimes nonsensical (or am I the asshole because I don’t know what “colorize” means in the context of magic?). Each entry is marked with symbols to tell if the plant has poisonous parts, or medicinal use, but said toxins and/or medicines may or may not be referred to in the actual text! The main text itself combines world cultural lore, magic and folklore, and recipe ideas in a seemingly random assortment. The book at least looks nice—good paper quality and color illustrations—and it actually has a bibliography. So it’s getting at least some of these ideas from somewhere. I am really confused as to the target audience, and what they’d hope to get out of it. I don’t think this book is for me. Although there’s at least two other entries in the series, so there is an audience out there.

23. Endless Forms: The Secret World of Wasps by Seiran Summer. This book aims to give wasps a reputation boost from “the insects that are assholes” (thanks to @screamscenepodcast for that excellent summary of the popular culture view of wasps) to the vital part they play in ecology, our understanding of evolution, and the services they provide to humans. The book talks about the evolution of the Hymenoptera, and how both bees and ants are really just subdivisions of wasps that evolved in specialized directions. It covers some of the great naturalist observers of the 19th and early 20th centuries, like Fabre, and discusses what they got right, what they got wrong, and what we still don’t know. And in a very amusing change of pace, it frames the comparisons and contrasts between social wasps and honey bees as a drunken dinner conversation with a resurrected Aristotle. It even brings up The Wasp Woman! If you can’t tell, I really liked this book.

24. Over My Dead Body by Greg Melville. This is a history of the United  States as seen through its cemeteries. The author is a big fan of graveyards, and each of the chapters is bookended with his personal experience of a visit, then talking about the history of the place and how it ties into greater themes in American history. Themes like colonialism, racism and segregation, the military industrial complex and the death industrial complex. The author blurb makes sure to point out that Melville is a “decorated veteran”, but any worries that this book was going to be jingoistic are dispelled basically immediately. He refers to Arlington National Cemetery, for example, as a beautiful, profoundly sad monument to the American god of death. I got this from the library, but I’m buying a copy for my mom for Mother’s Day. Because she likes cemeteries, not as some sort of weird threat.

25. Water Babies: The Hidden Lives of Baby Wetland Birds by William Burt. This is a photography book covering a hard-to-photograph subject. Baby water birds, including ducks, herons, terns, sandpipers and coots. The book is sorted roughly by taxonomic group, with pictures of each the juveniles and adult of each species, along with some commentary about the animal or the process of finding and photographing it. The book has a great sense of pacing—it’s arranged in a way that immediately hooks the reader (with grebe chicks, which are super cute and ride on their parents’ backs), and photos are arranged in space to allow for artistically pleasing contrasts (like turning the page from the scruffy chick of the purple gallinule to see the magnificent adult plumage).

[d0ntw0rrybehappy]

journallllll 5/21

now that i’m moving out it’s gonna be harder to see my mom cause i’m further away and she’s gonna be sooo sad. i worry about my mom bc inside she is the world’s most lovable sweetest well-meaning person but she has less self-awareness/emotional control than most people so people judge her rly hard. i always want to be like guys just roll your eyes and let it go and let her know she is loved, she just has some weird kind of like, specific mom dementia/brain glitch, and deep down you KNOW this so lay off. there are so few people my mom lets in or will actually listen to. she was this kid runaway who built a life for herself in the art world copping designer clothes and flying to paree like a fucking pirate and then she had me instead of getting married and i’m one of the like MAYBE 3 people she actually likes. lol. nails & teeth metaphor “you’re the only one she’ll listen to” or “you’re the only one who can talk to her.” i miss her friend jaime who was an indubitably brilliant depressive semitic russian translator who never once judged my mom and they had this kind of relationship where they’d lie feet-to-head on a couch and just chat chat chat. she was my favorite of my mom’s friends. she died from cancer and self-neglect basically. bullshit. shauna’s friend alex reminded me of her the last night and i was like ugh i miss jaime. i wish my mom still had jaime!!! what am i gonna do? i have to have my own life but i have to protect my mom. stupid WASPs be like “you can’t take on your moms problems” shut the fuck up WASP you don’t know shit. other kids be rolling their moms around in wheel chairs and don’t complain you piece of individualist propaganda. nails & teeth metaphor the ignominious but resolute fighter (the progeny) lol.

so anyway this isn’t a post about my mom this is a post about henry cuz then i remembered henry lives on the west side like my mom. henry whom i’ve been on two dates with and have a major crush on. not a normal crush, a “oh you’re about to buy a horse son” level crush. and i imagined when i come to the west side, henry joining me for dinner on the days i visit my mom. not because that sounded like oh so much fun to him but because it was a way for us to spend time together. there are ppl who are married who do that kind of stuff for each other. it made me want to cry bc that would mean so much to me. this is fantasy henry not real henry but probably he would. i’ve only been on two dates with him and everyone is like avaaaaa don’t have too many expectations and like I KNOW i know i’m in it like ?? what’s the phrase? in it like jarvin? lol. besides if he dumped me i would DESERVE IT!!! i got fuckin’ KARMA to pay baby i broke more than a couple hearts the past couple years THIS IS WHAT THEY FELT LIKE?!? THEY FELT LIKE THIS?!?!?? wow FUCK

um but yeah obviously i would survive and if we break up it’s cause we’re not a match and there’s nothing *wrong* with me, duh, duhhhhh, totally notttttt a completely unhinged and slightly unhygienic individual, plus now i know what to look for - kind!!! stable!!! people!!! people i have a lot in common with!!! smart!!! part of the same world as me!!! people with a vision, a goal, passions!!! who take care of themselves!!! okay there’s gotta be lots of guys like that. so if it’s not henry FINE. but guyssssss guys i could actually see a future with him wtf was i doing before??? wowww i played so many games without realizing. 

anyway so we’ve only been on 2 dates so far but i am fully smitten with him (with spells of crushing doubt) and if one more person tells me to play it cool and not have expectations i WILL bite bc bitch I KNOW can you give me SOME OTHER KIND OF ADVICE PLS i have obviously not TOLD him any of this so stop putting more pressure on me to act or feel a certain way trust me I GET IT. and i think it’s dumb this is the advice given to women anyway.

also i’m going to europe probably for an entire month and as long as i don’t lose my job i’m gonna have a fucking amazing summer. losing job doesn’t seem that plausible, however, terrifying thought, bc i’m on my own now and need the moolah. and was a little uneven the past few months but that’s just a learning lesson ig. plus there’s always more jobs. right??? right. *sailor moon handhold sparkle fx*

ok thanks for being witnesses to my online diary my friends anxietyposting on here actually kind of helps, really excited for the future, it’s amazing that i’m getting these opportunities and the reason i’m so anxious is bc i care and i have something to lose. !

[skullinajar]

Thoughts while watching the new School for Good and Evil movie

Btw spoiler for the Book:

Gavaldon looks good

Baby Sophie and Baby Agatha

Reaper my beloved

Seeing Agatha and Tedros absolutely hate on each other is the funniest thing ever if you know that soon later, they’re literally opsessed with each other

I absolutely love movie lady lesso

The school master is quite funny

Agatha is so fucking beautiful even in her gavaldon outfit.

On that note, the dresses and outfits in general aren’t how I imagined them but they’re still absolutely amazing. Outfit Departement poppef off

Hort is amazing. His looks. How he acts. Amazing.

Hester too. Both their castings are 10/10

Gregor my beloved, he just wants his own grocery store plz

“Well I failed beauty class”

“What part did you fail”

“Smiling”

Sophie randomly kissing someone💀

Tedros accent

Kinda would like Agatha and Tedros to have more banter but them talking is kinda cute. They skipped a stage and went immediately to how they interacted after the Trial by Tale

The blue forest isn’t blue :\

I hate movie beatrix. I also hate book Beatrix, so no issue

Awww Gregor is a Stymph :(

“Why don’t you go summon a clif and just off it”

HESTERS DEMON IS SO GOOD

Liked the wasps being included but not rlly that it was actually Rafal

“You’re not allowed to kill anyone until after graduation”

Plz don’t tell me Lady Lesso has a thing for Rafal. At this point Rafal is like the Forests whore. Plus she actually fought Rafal and wasn’t rlly fighting for him

Lady Lesso believing Sophie is gonna be powerful like she does in the books

The wish fish scene cgi is soo well omg

The lil girl😭

NOOOOOO GREGOR FUCKING DIES MY BOY JUST WANTED HIS GROCERY STORE

Hah get smacked Tedros

Great they now actually hate each other as they should have

LADY LESSO LOOKS SO FUCKING HOT IN JUST HER SUIT WITHOUT HER JACKET THING SHE IS WHAT I MEANT WITH “I LOVE WOMAN IN SUITS”

Tedros my dude why are you constantly trying to talk to Agatha, are you perhaps… IN LOVE

LESSO PUTS THE KEY THROUGH THEIR FREAKING FINGERS I-

Really liked the “everyone has their unike colour of fingerglow” better

SOPHIE IS OWNING OMG AND “You should see me in a crown” IS THE ONLY FITTING SONG FOR THIS WHOLE SCENE

“Nothing distracts me” MY ASS

I want to have a wingman as good as Agatha

Ohhoho Hester vs Beatrix

“Sophie we can do this, we’re good enough, we’re strong enough to protect each other” boy you’re gonna get your heart broken

Liked the version with the annual trial by tale better

Pumpkins aren’t fun didn’t you learn anything from the roses sophie

Yes Agatha help your future husband

Kinda sad how everything feels rushed but it’s understandable since you can’t pack a 600 page, slowl development book in a 2,5 hr movie and not cut or rush everything

Rafal looks like a very gay Dracula and I’ve been saying that ever since his pics got released

Don’t know what I’m thinking about the whole blood magic thing

“Do I look like I give a Shit about smiling” ANEMONE GOT A PERSONALITY YAYYYYYY

Yo they made Lady Lesso a reader why

Sophia Ann Caruso made an absolute amazing job at portraying Sophie especially witch Sophie

“She’s like my sister” bestie I don’t know how to tell you this

Agathas ever ball dress could’ve been a bit more spectacular. Like her entrance in the Circus of talents was breathtaking and the gown she wear at the ball in the movie isn’t really doing it any justice? She’s still very pretty tho

“You are my true love” “oh my god you’ve got the worst timing” heheheh

“I’m here with Agatha” No he’s not” plz she just wants to go back to her graveyard

Why does the never ball looks so much more fun

Yooo the arrows turning into daisy’s was also in the book wasn’t it

HESTER IS SO HOT IN HER RED DRESS

NEVER TEDROS HOLY SHIT

Tedros rlly keeps getting slapped

Nooo Rhian :(

The story line that Rafal influenced good is kinda odd, I liked the book line better cause it kinda makes more sense idk? Like, the storian is an entity that’s I guess thousands of years old and it made the brothers immortal in the first place and gave them their powers so how is Rafal able to influence it if it’s power is so big. It made more sense that he thought he’d be able to rule over it but can’t and good wins because of true love

They Put aspekts of the third book in there (Never after)

Gay Dracula is dead yay

Lady Lesso and Professor Dovey could be an amazing couple

“Hi there” “My heart belongs to another” heh screw you Beatrix, in germany we call this ‘gekorbt’

Tedros face is like “ yes plz stay I love you”

Their kiss is nice but I’m a sucker for a slow burn and making them kiss in the second book and make it so special was nice

THE ARROW AT THE END EUDJRHICNRJCJRJSIFNRJXKHFIDNFJZKBDUEICNTHSIZBFIFIRNHSYIFNR THE PEOPLE WHO READ THE BOOKS SHOULD FREAK OUT RN

So my final opinion:

Pretty good movie, not too book accurate, casting was overall fitting. I did miss some stuff like the Circus of Talents or the Trial by Tale being an anual thing between students but I understand that it’s not easy to back everything included in a book into a movie. I wish they would’ve included the whole Sader part but again, probably time issues. The movie did feel kinda rushed but again book into movie is hard. But overall I really liked the movie especially because so many things were close to how I imagined them while reading

But obviously the books are always better