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why do you draw brain so much I know people draw cogs but people draw you (your toon) and brain together did you make him did you help with the design or do people just ship the two of you
I'm going to answer the second half first! So for clarity, Mac isn't my toon, nor was I involved in making it. I also wasn't involved in making Brian. For future reference, I think I should state that I've never been on the clash team (and I've never worked on anything that's in game or anywhere else that's official. All I've done is my own stuff aka what you see on my page). Both characters are official characters and I've had no influence on them.
As for why I draw him so much, I guess the easiest answer is just I like him! He fits into the two big traits of characters I like and also his design is easy for me to break down into shapes.
#clemask#sorry im answering this a little late yknow how it is#i hope i dont sound like a repeating record with this#should i add something in my pinned about not making certain characters i feel like this is the 3rd time someones thought i made#a character. not throwing shade at anon obviously youre not the first to ask a question like this. ijust want to minimize any confusion#anyways funfact. before i ever got into tt my friends kept going 'oh youd love this guy (brian)'#and i kept going 'NO I WOULDNT. YOURE ALL LIARS I WOULDNT' and then i eventually picked back up playing and got to the#kudos and well. *something* happened#and then ive never been the same for about 10 months. technically 11 but i wasnt posting until june#ididnt think i drew him that much until i got this ask which is funny
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Hello! I don't know if this is overly specific but could I request Malleus, Lilia, and Vil with a fem reader who is a very straight laced, formal, private type of person but beneath that mask cares immensely about the people around them and wants to protect them?
(No worries if not lol...I understand it's kind of hyperspecific.)
"𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙."
✦ Content – Fem! twst, fluff, maybe some crack sprinkled in there? Throwing shade on Crowley, Reader is kind of a simp in Vil's part, A little suggestive (Lilia), mentions of gaslighting (Lilia spread her craziness to reader, hope they never recover🙏), general romance stuff, One/Oneself and You/Your are used to refer to reader, reader is a resident of Ramshackle.
Author's note: Hi anon, sorry this took a while to pump out. But it's here now so hooray! ♪(^∇^*) Not beta-read! Lilia might be ooc since I'm not used to writing her character-
MALLEUS DRACONIA...QUEEN OF BRIARS
You couldn't exactly keep your private life a secret from her since when you first met she was kinda already in it. As in, you're there outside Ramshackle busying yourself with a certain pastime when you suddenly get jumpscared by a woman – One that appeared out of thin air mind you – looking over your shoulder. Seemingly interested in what you were doing before she scared the daylights out of you. Obviously your first instinct is to try and elbow this random stranger behind you (key word: Try) which you failed miserably in because she had effortlessly dodged your blow.
Safe to say, your first meeting was awkward. It took about 5 mins for you two to stop staring at each other blankly as if you hadn't just tried to elbow her.
"If I may ask, who are you? Most importantly how did you even get here?"
"I was on a walk."
"That doesn't explain anything."
Eventually, you two get over the awkwardness. Obviously, Malleus doesn't divulge her name – Neither does she ask for yours. Calling you 'child of man' whilst you called her 'Tsunochojo' which earned you quite the chuckle from the fae. You two hit it off pretty well, what with your similar mannerisms it wasn't that unexpected. Malleus found conversations with you easy, with how interested you are every time she converses with you she needn't worry about being too 'boring' to talk to.
Eventually, Malleus finds herself coming back each night just to talk with you, though she doesn't have an inkling as to why. She just feels...a sort of attachment to you. As if the day she stops visiting you would instantly cut off the bond you two have created. Malleus' eyes widen as everything starts to click, are you two...perhaps friends..? Malleus instantly decides to confirm this with you come your next meeting.
It was very late into the night.
Though you've made it a point for yourself to have an optimal amount of time for sleep. However, a certain friend of yours decided that it was best to meet at the darkest of night. You sighed to yourself, The things you'd do for her...
No matter, no use mourning over past decisions. You thought wistfully.
You leaned back slightly on the palms of your hands, lightly raising your head to look at the bright moon overlooking from above. Crickets lightly chirped from around you, along with the sound of the soft rustling of leaves. You hummed a tune familiar to yourself as you closed your eyes to take in the relaxing atmosphere.
When you opened them, a small green firefly came into your peripheral vision. You reached out, trying to take it into your hand. But your efforts – although insignificant – are for naught as the firefly drifts farther away. Feeling slightly dejected, you placed your hand back into its former position. Just when you were about to close your eyes to enjoy the tranquil atmosphere once more, a melodious laugh suddenly enters your ears. With not even a hint of surprise, you turn to look from behind and face your surprise guest. There Malleus stood with her chin between her fingers, a broad smile on her lips.
"How long have you been standing there?" You asked curiously. In truth, she'd been here for a while. Watching you closely in the cover of darkness, not saying word until she saw your silly gesture and couldn't help the laugh that fell out.
"I've just arrived" She says, an obvious lie falling from her lips. Though, you don't mind all that much. You've already known that your friend is quite elusive, so you didn't pry. You lightly patted the spot next to you, inviting Malleus to take a seat.
Malleus obliges and sits down next to you. A wave a restlessness washes over Malleus, though she doesn't show it on her expression. The both of you stay silent for a while before Malleus spoke up, "Child of man..." She trails off, chewing her lip slightly in nervousness. You perk up at the sound of her voice, waiting for her to continue with an attentive ear.
"Are...are we friends?" She asks, reluctance in her tone whilst she turns her head away. Her question was greeted with a long pause. Malleus felt uncertainty gnawing at her insides, was she perhaps wrong to think she finally had a friend?
A light laugh takes Malleus out of her depressing thoughts, making Malleus turn her head back to look at you.
"Silly tsunochojo, what made you think we weren't friends?" You had on a soft smile on your face, your eyes filled with mirth. Malleus' eyes widened at this. This is the first time she had seen such an expression, her heart can't help but throb at the sight. Warmth spread through her body, she couldn't tell if the euphoria came from your smile or the fact that you confirmed that you were actual friends; Perhaps it was both.
But accompanying that feeling of euphoria was immense relief. All her worries and pessimism had all been for nothing and she is more than glad that is the case.
Seeing how silent Malleus had been your expression shifted to one of confusion. Noticing this, Malleus snapped out of her stupor and cleared her throat.
"It..." Malleus pauses, attempting to formulate a response. "It was just a silly thought of mine." She finishes, a fond smile on her face.
Truly, a silly thought indeed...
LILIA VANROUGE...SEEKER OF CRADLES
Scared you to death by coming down from the ceiling upside down and making an ungodly screech. Not the best first meeting, Malleus really takes after this cheeky fae in this aspect. Though she did apologize right after, it didn't really sound like she was sorry about it with the giggles she let out while doing so. How could she not? Your reaction was priceless! It might as well keep her laughing for days. Thus, you have sparked the interest of the cheeky fae.
Day after day, Lilia would suddenly pop out of nowhere to scare you. In her own words, your reactions just keeps getting even funnier! The way you look when you brace yourself for a scare and failing miserably to catch her beforehand, is very endearing to her. At this point, you've already given up on stopping her. Though her company wasn't that bad you think to yourself. Usually after scaring you, Lilia would come down from her spot and strike a conversation with you.
It was pleasant to say the least, her voice was calming and pleasant to the ear. Paired with her choice of words, you feel as if you're transported to another world when she tells you stories of the past in great detail. You would find yourself conversing with her for hours, only ending when need be. Likewise, Lilia finds her time with you very pleasant. Precious even, with how much fun she had. The way you speak is so cute to her! Reminds her of how Malleus is like.
Eventually, Lilia starts inviting you to Diasomnia to have tea with her. By now you've already opened up to Lilia and talked about yourself more rather than just general matters. Making the topics for your conversations more broader, not to say that you and Lilia couldn't find stuff to talk about. Anything and everything was on the table when it comes to her. From music, to poetry, and somehow frog anatomy??? You don't exactly remember how you've even made it to that topic. But as the months go by, you start to notice Lilia's strange behaviors. It happened one time when you were having tea with her. You were having a wonderful time when Lilia suddenly rose from her seat and walked over to your side of the table. Confused, you asked her what she was doing. And Lilia being Lilia, just chuckled and told you to sit still with no intention of telling you what's on her mind until she does it.
You jumped when you felt Lilia's hands card through your hair, not used to your hair being brushed through after so long. But eventually you relaxed and let Lilia do her thing. This went on for an hour before Lilia finally stopped her ministrations on your hair. At the time, you thought that would be the end of it. Oh, how wrong you were.
"Lilia...please.." You say helplessly, but your pleas fall on deaf ears as Lilia continues to coo at you while she plays with your hair. If in the past, you knew that letting Lilia play with your hair the first time would lead to this; You would have never let her do so. Since for the past few days you've visited, Lilia would – without fail – start to play with your hair and coo at you for hours on end.
This was one of those times. "Oh, you're so adorable beastie~" Lilia coos in your ear as she slowly drags the tip of her finger from your chin to your jawline. Oh, now this was new. You could feel your whole body shiver from the feeling of Lilia's breath on your ear. Your face starts to heat up as you close your eyes shut, "Lilia, please don't do that. It's not proper." You scold, though it doesn't sound all that much like a scolding with how small your voice was. Lilia just chuckles in response, clearly amused with your reaction.
Still with your eyes shut, you could feel Lilia playing with your hair again. With an occasional crafty hand brushing against your neck. But other than that, Lilia had done nothing more for the next few minutes.
The room had settled into a relative silence, only the click of Lilia's heels every time she shifted her footing could be heard every few seconds. However, unlike reality your mind was a cluttering mess. If one were able to listen in to your thoughts, they would only be able to make out the words: Lilia, embarrassing, and a multitude of curse words accompanied by screaming.
Just what happened there???
That one thought is the best way to summarize everything that was in your head. You had goosebumps just thinking about it, even worse was that it was a good type of goosebumps. You can't believe yourself for reacting the way you did. Perhaps it had been the potion you drank accidentally days ago...
Your woeful thoughts came to a halt when you no longer felt the light tugs on your hair from Lilia's brushing. Your eyes – which had stayed closed – flew open. You quickly raised your head to look around, but as you do so a sudden pair hands grab your face. You instantly felt your fight or flight instinct go up. Unfortunately, before you could even take a hit at your assailant, they had put your lips on yours!
Your eyes widened in shock, a feeling of shame settling in your gut. You screwed your eyes shut, adamant at not looking properly at the assailant who took your first (first!) kiss. After what felt like an eternity, they had finally pulled away from your lips. You gasped out embarrassingly when they had done so.
You weren't given the chance gather your thoughts properly when a familiar chuckle of amusement echoed on the walls, giving you another (unhealthy) dose of shock.
"Lilia!!???" You say incredulously, your voice a tad bit louder than you had intended. Lilia hummed, acknowledging your call. The best way to describe your positions at the moment would be 'face-to-face.' Since the cheeky fae was quite literally in your face, upside down too! You sighed out, almost forgetting the situation at hand; almost. But unfortunately, the memory and embarrassment was still fresh in your mind. Enough to make you disregard Lilia's awkward position.
You cleared your throat in an attempt to make yourself much more composed that you actually are and faced Lilia with a complicated expression, "What...what was that?" You asked, bewilderment and hesitance evident in your speech.
Lilia raised her eyebrows at you, though admittedly it looked a bit silly when she was upside down. "Wasn't it obvious beastie?" Lilia shot your question with another one of her own, you don't know whether to laugh or cry at that. Your mouth opened as if to answer her, but you close your mouth once more when you realize that you don't have the words for it.
The way you gaped like a fish out of water was enough to make Lilia chuckle fondly. "Don't laugh at me." You whine out, the color in your cheeks resurfacing once more.
You decide to let Lilia laugh it off until she can no longer let out a giggle. While she does that, you start thinking. Lilia can't be feeling what you think she feels, right? Right? But no matter how much you try to delude yourself, the fact is plain to see. Even someone as dense as Silver and Kalim combined could see it! You could keep trying to gaslight yourself but you'd be too far gone if you did that.
The urge to bury your face into your hands was strong. But since you had a one person audience (Lilia), you settled on not doing so. Instead you touched your lips delicately, tracing the whole of where Lilia had put her lips. The longer you touch your lips, the more stuffy your heart gets. Almost to the point it hurts. Your motions pause as you catch up to your thoughts, Ah...it seems that you share the same affection Lilia feels...
VIL SCHÖNHEIT...THE FAIREST QUEEN
Your meeting was entirely by chance. There was a research project for Magic History and you just so happened to get paired up with Vil. First impressions between you two were mild, with no particular dislikes about each other. You run over the details of the project with her and eventually decide to meet at the library at 5pm to work on it. By the time you had to meet up, Vil was pleasantly surprised. Not only did you not skip out on her but you arrived at 5pm on the dot. You really are punctual aren't you? Vil thought.
When both of you discussed the details earlier, Vil thought you only spoke that way because you were in class. But it turns out you normally spoke that way. In a sense, she appreciated it, much more pleasing to the ears than Leona's crass vocabulary. Thus, you two went to work. While doing so, Vil took the chance to examine your appearance more carefully. Your hair was tied back into a clean hairdo, thus making sure no stray hairs would accidentally get in your face. You had on the proper uniform, not one part of it missing or unbuttoned. Vil also took notice of the lack of creases on your uniform and gave her silent praise.
You two finished the project in one sitting with flying colors. Vil is more than grateful to you for that. As you went to pack up your things, Vil invited you to come to a small cafe on the island as a payment of your efforts of sorts. You put up quite the argument on how that isn't necessary but Vil still managed to make you succumb to her wishes. Tomorrow, at 3pm sharp. Is the words that Vil had departed with, a bright smile on her face. You can't help but feel a strange dread for what's about to come in the following day.
You made sure to look presentable on the day, you didn't have much fashionable wear packed with you since you expected to stay exclusively on campus. You sighed out, you never expected Vil to be so pushy. After checking over your outfit one last time, you departed from school grounds. Vil was already there with a table, waiting for your arrival. You walked over and was stunned into silence because of Vil's appearance. Don't get yourself wrong, you knew Vil was beautiful. But right now, she seemed even more dazzling. Vil slightly smiled once she caught sight of you and ushered you over to sit with her, all while you stared dumbly at her.
Once you finally came to your senses, shame enveloped your whole body. How could you just stare at her so shamelessly like that??? You sigh inwardly. No matter, it's not like you can turn back time anyway. You sat down with Vil, looking anywhere other than her due to embarrassment. Now that you were here, Vil ordered for you both. As you wait for your orders to arrive, Vil indulges in some small talk with you. How was your stay at night raven, what have you been doing today, any hobbies, etc. You answered all her questions amicably, giving her questions of your own from time to time. Minutes pass by and the waiter places your orders on the table with a well-practiced customer service smile. But even when your food was on the table, the conversation did not cease. Though, you both make sure to talk between bites and sips so neither party chokes.
Hours passed by seamlessly, you almost didn't realize it was getting late. You enjoyed your company far too much that it slipped your mind. And from Vil's expression, you could guess that the feeling was mutual. Before you two set off on your separate ways, Vil invited you to hang out again. And again, and again. Every time you cross paths it almost feels as if you'd both get closer by the second. Eventually, Vil decides that the next time you meet, it would be in her room.
You arrived at 1pm just as Vil told you, going through the mirror when you weren't from the dorm was...awkward to say the least. The awkwardness spiked by ten times when you made it to the other side.
Now, standing in front of the dorm's pristine gates makes one feel...extremely out of place. You sighed in self-pity, just how did you manage to end up in this situation...You hardened your heart. In the end, there was not much you could do since you were already here, so you took the chance to look at your surroundings. As expected, the dorm was massive. What was unexpected but expected was that the dorm looked like a queen's lofty castle. On one hand, it made sense. The dorm was based off the Fairest Queen, so naturally they would pay tribute by making the dorm like her residence. But on another hand, isn't this a dorm for students!? They might as well be royals to be living in there!
You looked around some more and came to a conclusion. Everything about Pomefiore's decor screamed extravagance at every turn. The fact that you're not even inside makes you more reluctant to go...
You're dragged out of your thoughts by a sudden enthusiastic voice from beside your ear. You yelped in surprise. Swiftly, you turned to see just who sneaked up on you.
"Bonjour! It's a pleasure to see you today mademoiselle." Your assailant exclaimed. She had on a wide smile, her eyes shaped like crescents. Whilst she said those words, she tipped her hat in greeting. From her looks, you could say that she greatly embodied the word, 'charming.' Her makeup was very well done, almost as if a professional had done it. And her voice was full and melodious. From her uniform, you can clearly tell she was from Pomefiore.
Well, her looks is certainly worthy of being a Pomefiore student. You praised inwardly. Seeing that you haven't responded yet, your assailant called out to you again in a confused tone, "Mademoiselle?" You let out a small 'ah' in response and instantly straightened yourself up. You cleared your throat in an attempt to regain your dignity and spoke up "I apologize for staying silent and screaming when you greeted me." Inwardly you thought, Technically she snuck up on me but it would be bad manners if I said that...
Your assailant brightened her expression once more, "Aucun problème! You must be Vil's guest I assume?" She inquired.
"Ah, yes. I am. Are you perhaps familiar with her?" You questioned.
"But why of course! I'm her Vice after all. Rook Hunt at your service.~" Your assailant, which you now know as Rook answered, taking her hat off her head and putting it to her chest whilst she introduced herself. Her upper body leaning forward in a bow. She continued, "Vil should be waiting for you inside, I'll escort you in."
You hum in acknowledgement as Rook stands up straight once more. She turns, reaching out to you with a beckoning hand. You oblige and follow her through the dorms gates.
As one expects, the inside is far more extravagant than the outside. Pomefiore is truly worthy of being the dorm of the Fairest Queen. The marble floors were so pristine that you could see your reflection. You worry that your shoes could perhaps sully the floor. You continue to walk on and follow Rook from behind, occasionally looking around to admire the interior. Eventually she stopped, signaling that you've arrived at your destination. Rook turned to you and extended her hand towards the front of a lavish door, beckoning you to knock. You do so, knocking on the door three times before taking a step back and waiting for it to open. A few seconds passed and eventually the door opened to reveal Vil.
Her hair was tied back in a braided bun, her bangs going over the intricate golden crown on her head. She had on her dorm uniform, her long sleeves making an elegant trail on her figure. Her makeup was impeccable as one would expect. Making her already beautiful face much more beautiful than before. You can't help but blush a little and stare at her awestruck. You're once again dragged out of your stupor when Vil greets you with a small smile, she moves aside from the door and invites you in. You bow your head slightly before coming in through the door.
Stepping into Vil's room could easily make one feel overwhelmed, You're no exception. You weren't given the chance to look around properly when Vil ushers you to sit by her vanity table.
Once you've sat down, Vil starts to roam around the room grabbing multiple bottles and hair appliances. When she felt that what she had was enough, she starts to line them up on the table at a quick pace. You try to read some the brand names from bottles Vil had already placed down and as expected, you don't know a single one. Not like that so called 'ever so gracious' Crowley even gave you the luxury having any branded item from this world, he's quite cheap despite being a headmaster of a revered school.
You continue to skim through the brands, making a face or two at some of the strange name choices. Some noteworthy ones would have to be 'Poison Apple' ' Sun Mane' 'Underworld Fire' etc. Even if in another world, companies will continue to be weird with their names.
The distinct sound of bottles being set down on the tables suddenly stopped, you averted your attention from the bottles and instead directed it to Vil. You look at her in slight curiosity, waiting to see her next move. Vil just smiles softly in response before sating your curiosity, "We'll be doing your hair this time around, I've noticed that your hair isn't all that well maintained." Vil says as she moves to stand behind your seat. The dorm leader takes a part of your hair and displays it through the mirror to further establish her point.
You smile sheepishly at her words. While you do make it a point to take care of your appearance, you don't exactly have the resources for it. The money you were provided with came solely from Crowley but it was only the bare minimum for survival. You say so to Vil and she visibly frowns at your explanation.
"I knew the headmaster was incompetent in some ways but this is just ridiculous." Vil says with viciousness in her tone, her lips twisting into one of a scowl as she starts to brush oils through your hair. "This is about the well-being of a student! How could she not provide the necessary resources!?" Vil continues on with her rant whilst brushing through your hair. You don't stop her from criticizing Crowley, letting her run her mouth however she liked. It's not like any of her words were false anyway.
You settled on closing your eyes and taking in the relaxing feeling of Vil's nails lightly scratching against your scalp as she applies more product into your hair. Noticing your relaxed state, Vil quieted down and started to work silently on your hair.
The muted sounds of bottles, curlers and straighteners clinking against the surface of the table and an occasional hum from Vil were the only things you heard in the past few minutes. The sounds only adding more to the relaxing atmosphere. You sigh out, you felt like shedding tears because of the service Vil is providing you after so long of having none of it.
Vil chuckles near your ear, startling you enough to open your eyes. "We're finished." Upon hearing her words, you shift your gaze to the mirror and you feel your breath leave you for a moment. You look stunning, more than you had ever been these past few months. The urge to cry came back stronger now, your eyes starting to get watery. You tearfully see Vil smile softly through the mirror. With her soft hands, she tucks a stray strand behind your ear and places her hands on your shoulders, looking at you through the mirror with undeniable affection.
"You look beautiful."
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to think I thought S7 was going to be different because the first 3 vol were different. I feel like a freaking 🤡.
Also, can you tell me about your "Eddie is Alex" theory?
you & me both, anon. clowns unite ! 😭
yes, ofc. obviously this is just a theory, not facts, but hear me out :
back in july, FB made a poll on their socials, asking players if they wanted eddie to return as a love interest in a future season. idk how they could've possibly redeemed him, but that doesn't matter because the answer ended up being hell no . of course, FB must've been shocked by that. me too. i mean, who wouldn't want to romance this ... dreamboat ��
while we’ve never had a returning islander as an LI, we’ve had returning islanders . they’ve always been redrawn to fit the new season’s style (at least before FB decided to throw ivy & hamish as is into s7's sea of clashing art styles lol)
don’t have receipts for this, but i wouldn’t be surprised if FB already started redesigning him in anticipation of the poll result being a Yes . the majority of players didn't want him back, so anything like that would've had to be scrapped...unless they change up some things, make him a new character 👀
so basically my theory is they had a scrapped returning eddie design laying around, turned him into alex, it's more about their appearance than their personalities, but apparently eddie was gonna undergo a personality transplant anyways
returning islanders haven't been 100% faithful to their OG design, we've all unfortunately seen s5 bobby, but regardless i’ll point out the differences (that aren't caused by alex being drawn at a different angle)
their chins, eddie has a cleft chin
their lips, they’re actually pretty similar in shape, but eddie has a wider cupids bow
noses. again, similar shape, but alex's nose bridge is wider
hair colour ! clearly alex is brunette, but more on that later
not a similarity, but something i thought was interesting . alex is the only s7 guy that never had reused assets from youcef, because his body is from suresh
now the actual similarities:
face structure. jawline, ear shape, cheekbones. same facial proportions as well, like the distance between their mouth and chin
blue hooded eyes. eyebags too, it's just that alex's dont have any lineart
eyebrows. same thickness and very similar shape, same brow spacing as well . look at the glabella (distance between eyebrows) shading on both of them
their hairstyles . both have a side part, a bunch of spiky bits on the (viewer’s) left side, and hair swooping behind their head on the right side
those could all just be coincidences, but there's a mystery afoot, alex’s original eyebrow colour. it caused quite the uproar when he was revealed (it kinda grew on me, i think it's cute lol) so FB gave him a brow tint when the first volume dropped . not everyone's eyebrows and hair matches 100% irl, but in the (starting from s3) LITG universe, islanders' eyebrows correlate with their natural hair colour . we haven't had a bleached brow baddie yet, and imo, this was way too noticeable to just be a simple oversight . then i realised...his original eyebrows are the same colour as eddie's
#if alex wasn't originally eddie he's definitely based on him...or was made w/ AI that had eddie in the dataset#love island the game#litg#litg season 7#litg s7
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LEVI SMEX HEADCANONS (with anyone)
Anon, we thought that your ask is a good opportunity to drop some smutty headcanons about Levi with every single character we ship him with (well, at least as many of them as I can think about right now). So yeah, prepare for the wild ride, there are some surprises here lol it’s also kinky at times
Oh and also just in case, here is our previous post with Levi-centric headcanons! If you haven’t seen it already, that is. It’s quite old though haha.
Ok here we go:
If Levi leaves marks on Eren, and this is a universe when titans exist, Eren doesn’t heal those for as long as he can. He likes looking at it and thinking about how good Levi must’ve felt, since he usually isn’t the type to leave scratches or bites or anything like that.
When Eren and Levi fuck in a doggy position, Eren hugs Levi’s neck from behind so hard he’s choking him. It’s hard to tell whether it’s intentional or not every time, but Levi almost fainted a couple of times, and he did faint once while doing so. Eren felt a bit guilty afterwards, but still found it very hot.
When Eren received a blowjob from Levi for the first time, he almost cried and thought he would faint, but jokes on him, because he was fucking Levi 2 minutes after this, so apparently he had just enough energy to do so lol
Erwin is one of those people who can come up with different sexy-but-messed-up scenarios, and at times when he tells (or whispers to…) Levi about how there could be a robber with a gun who’d try to sneak in while Levi’s taking a shower… Levi usually replies that it wouldn’t be a problem for him to handle a robber and Erwin laughs it off, but he always looks like he seriously considers doing something like that without warning Levi. Roleplays, man.
Erwin likes to rub his penis against Levi’s abs. He just does.
Erwin isn’t a jealous type, we’ve said it a bunch of times, but if he hears that Levi did something with someone that he finds interesting, you can bet he’ll do whatever it takes for Levi to do this thing with him too. He wants to experience it! And ask Levi a ton of questions.
The moment Zeke realized that other than sometimes bitching at him and breathing heavily Levi doesn’t make any sounds during sex, he decided to do anything to make him moan. Levi tried very hard to be as quiet as possible when he realized that Zeke really wants him to moan, but ultimately his voice did crack once. Very slightly, barely noticeable. Zeke was very happy though.
Zeke is ashamed of the fact that he started to google a lot of stuff about sex after he started to sleep with Levi. He loves it when sex is rough and they’re very antagonistic towards each other in the process, so he doesn’t mind Levi insulting him, but he’d hate to be obviously the less experienced one when it comes to sex: it’d make him feel lame and inferior, even though he knows it’s just a stupid ego thing.
Although if this was to actually happen, Zeke would probably just call Levi a whore for knowing his way around dicks so well. He calls him that quite often, sometimes very elaborately, when you won’t even realize that he just threw shade at poor Levi. He’s just jealous though, and Levi probably knows that.
Onyankopon is probably the most caring lover Levi’s ever had, and it’s super unusual to him: he always expects him to do something crazy because all of his previous lovers have been horny animals. Levi’s body isn’t used to it. But it doesn’t mean that Onyankopon leaves Levi unsatisfied: the man makes love to his body for hours before Levi collapses.
Onyankopon is also quite romantic, sooo candles, flowers, nice smelling oils… out of fucking nowhere. Nyanko is good at surprising Levi.
I said it before and I’ll say it again for those who still aren’t aware: Levi’s legs are actually fine post-timeskip, Nyanko just fucked him so hard that he can’t stand or walk, this is why he needs a wheelchair. The more you know.
Levi can clearly feel that Grisha is torn with guilt when they’re together, and he’d think that it would stop Grisha or make things more sad or sour, but in reality this only fuels Grisha for some reason, so he’s very passionate with Levi. He just fucks his guilt away.
Grisha can get surprisingly rough at times, even though he’s usually more or less “soft”. Levi had a lot of “oh right, this is Eren’s dad” moments when he’s with him. Sometimes everything starts with small kisses and stuff, but when Grisha just throws him on the bed and lies on top of Levi with his heavy body. The passion is always there and it’s intoxicating.
Can Grisha use his great medical knowledge and his medical supplies to do dubious stuff if we want a certain AU to have a darker and hotter turn? Heck yes he can.
Eren bites so fucking hard he can rip your skin off, but Grisha just nibbles on Levi’s neck instead. Actually, Zeke acts that way too: Eren is certainly the wildest out of all Yeagers. Levi can’t help but compare these two/three sometimes.
Connie is super excited about getting taller and the fact that Levi is now so much smaller than him. At first it was just him being happy and a little bit smug about himself, but then he started noticing how adorable and attractive Levi looks from that high angle. And now every time Levi looks at him, Connie thinks that Levi’s thinking about him being all big and all (and probably judging him for it), which ultimately resulted in Connie having fantasies about Levi riding him and bitching about him getting so big in all the right places.
If Connie ends up having sex with Levi, he’d be very scared to do something wrong at first, and he won’t be as fast as Eren at realising that Levi would let him do whatever he wants. But Levi can easily sense that Connie is as selfish and horny as Eren, so he’d probably tell Connie to relax at some point. Or just help him to relax very discreetly…
Connie would be super torn between telling everyone that he banged the Captain (with all the juicy details, some of which would probably be an exaggeration) or keeping this story to himself because this is too special to share with anyone. Besides, he wouldn’t want risking Levi not wanting to sleep with him ever again.
Moblit did have sex with Levi while being drunk once. He’s usually very focused on his work, so the thought of him being into Levi in any way has never occurred to him before that happened, but one time he just woke up with the hangover and realization that he probably fucked Levi. He wasn’t sure if that was a dream or not though, so he had to actually ask Levi if it happened, and it was super nerve-wracking and embarrassing to him. He felt super sorry and anxious, but after he realised that Levi isn’t mad at him, this situation suddenly became very hot to him.
Oluo absolutely has wet dreams about Levi. The more he thinks about him, the more he imitates him, the more in love with him he gets. At some point it stopped being about trying to impress Petra and became his own little sexual obsession.
Zackley got intrigued by Levi the moment he learned about his existence. Of course he instantly decided that Erwin took him in for more than his amazing fighting skills, and he definitely asked Erwin if that was the case, because if this is the case, Erwin might as well share. Sometimes, if you want, it can be a blackmail scenario.
Zackley’s bdsm dungeon and Levi? More likely than you think. That’s it, that’s the headcanon.
Zackley also laughs very loudly and enjoys it when Levi’s bitching about something or someone. Even when he’s telling Zackley than he’s a huge pervert. Levi might say that to shoosh Zackley away, but it’d actually just have an opposite effect.
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Hey!
I love Penelope Douglas for sure check her out! She writes some of the best smut tbh. I’m working my way through her devils night series right now-I’m on book 2. It’s good so far, definitely dark though. I’m interested to see how she goes about a redemption arc for the character Damon right now I don’t think he deserves one but I hear such good things about his book, Killswitch, but that’s book 3 so I will see how it goes. I definitely recommend Birthday Girl from her though I loved it and the couple from it are my favorite age gap could I’ve ever read. I find myself still re reading some of their best moments.
I am slightly embarrassed by Credence though so I hope it doesn’t bother you too much if you read it. Just so you know before going into it, it is about her and her step uncle/cousins. To be fair they are not blood related and very distance to the point she didn’t even know about them. But she does call him Uncle Jake during a sex scene, and the two others call her cousin during one too. There’s also a MMF scene with her two cousins. But on top of that there is a sexual assault scene (it does get stopped but the intent is there)-personally I wasn’t a fan of how she inwardly dealt with that scenario it felt like she was blaming herself for it instead of holding the other character accountable. Uncle Jake also does kiss her when she is still 17. So if any of that makes you uncomfortable don’t read it.
I’m so happy you liked the atlas six as much as I did. I can’t believe we have to wait until next year for the sequel to see what happens. It’s too long!! I also liked Callum the least, I still appreciated his character though and what he brings to the story I just wasn’t a fan of his, probably because of his problems with Libby/Parisa. Plus his powers terrify me-as someone who likes to have full control of my emotions the fact that someone could just change everything scares me. I also loved Nico he is my typical character that I love the whole I’m an asshole but soft and caring for the people I love gets me every time. Parisa is my queen though I’m obsessed with her. Like I’m literally in love with her, I wish she was real so she could be with me instead. Not that she would because I’m broke have 0 magic or power to give to her, but still. But I have a thing for power hungry women so I was gone the second I met her. But anyway if she was real she could destroy me or do anything she wanted to me and I would say thank you. Reina I also love and agree she could destroy the whole planet and one day probably will. I just love how she is there and wants all that knowledge but also doesn’t give a fuck about anyone else. Tristan also grew on me I’m still not completely sure how much I like or don’t like him yet he gets annoying sometimes because he is constantly in his mind about his alliances but I also love how loyal and caring he is. Libby is my girl!! I also relate to her as well since I was an outcast and battled inadequacy and all that (you and I must have some stuff in common!) Out of all the characters I relate to her the most and am rooting for her so hard-also because the author made her from Pittsburgh and I’m also from the area so I felt personally attached. But Olivie just did an interview and said Libby is getting a corruption arc and I am so excited about it!!
Okay ships- so I will be honest and I think it’s an unpopular opinion but oh well-I am a nicolibby stan. They have every single dynamic that I love in a ship and they could potentially be my favorite book couple of all time if that is the road they are being taken. Honestly I was obsessed with them from their first interaction so i have it bad for them. Obviously I know they were not romantic in this book but the potential (at least for me) was there especially in some of their quotes in the end. I fully believe they are soulmates though-even the author said they were born on the same day and feel like their other half is missing in an interview once-whether that will be platonic soulmates or romantic soulmates I have no idea and I could see either happening. My heart will break if it is platonic but it’s okay I can just live in my own little head about their potential.
But I get the idea and also like both libbytristan and NicoGideon and could see those happening instead of nicolibby too. I wouldn’t say I would be mad about it either-I do like both just to me the potential of nicolibby works more for me! My only thing about libbytristan though is I’m not sure how much of their tension/feelings are real (like did any of it exist before Parisa put the idea of the other person in their thoughts to lead to all the feelings.)
Weirdly enough since they probably my least favorite characters I also adore Tristan and Callum together. Their dynamic just works for me.
And I love Parisa and Dalton too and I’m so interested in how that relationship pans out because they have some stuff to figure out. But they work well together and honestly they are just so sexy together so I’m down for it. Although I do ship myself with Parisa more than her and Dalton but I’m biased.
Honestly though all the ships are wide open though so I’m curious to see what ends up being endgame. But omg yes the twist I was not expecting it-I’m so excited for the rest of this trilogy!!!
In other news though I finished up the ravenhood series. I know you said you either read it or it was on your tbr. But god I loved it. That series broke me and then put back all the pieces. If you haven’t read it and want to feel both heartbreak and happiness I highly recommend it!
Oh and don’t apologize for babbling as you can tell I also babble!!
-ACOTAR anon
Hiiiii sweets!
I've been sifting through a bunch of summaries of Penelope Doulgas' work on Goodreads and there's a bunch of stuff there I think I'd enjoy. I'm all about good smut. I didn't realize she had that many books. I'm excited! Thanks so much for the rec! I love dark romances/erotica every now and again so I'm also going to have to dive into the Devil's Night series at some point.
Oh, and idk if you know about it/read it but a couple of my friends told me about the Crossfire series by Sylvia Day a while back. It's BDSM, like Fifty Shades, but supposedly loads better. I don't know if you're into that but I figured I'd just throw it out there anyway. The smut is supposed to be steamy. I haven't read it yet but I do have the first four novels on my Kindle (where they've been sitting, unread, for about 2 years now)...so that's something haha.
And please don't be embarrassed about Credence. Seriously, the most wonderful thing about reading is you can go wherever tf you want in your imagination. No one can stop you. There are no rules. No restrictions. You can be whomever or whatever you want to be for a while, morality notwithstanding. One of my favorite things about books is that I can experience the most bonkers, outlandish out-of-this-world stuff that I'd never dream of wanting/liking in real life. It's liberating!
Thank you for the trigger warnings, though. I appreciate that. None of them sound off-putting enough to keep me from reading it. (Tbh, I want to read it more now.) I've read loads of books where characters marry or have sex with their cousins or siblings *waves at ASOIAF, the Secret History* so it doesn't bother me. I've also read most of Lolita and all of My Dark Vanessa by Kate Russell, which both romanticize pedophilia in disturbing degrees, so it takes a lot to put me off. If curiosity could kill then I'd be long dead by now. Hell, sometimes I will purposely read things I know will upset me to my core. What can I say? I'm a weirdo. 🙃
I DON'T WANT TO WAIT A YEAR FOR BOOK 2 OF THE ATLAS SERIES, EITHER. AHHHHH. How am I going to make it that long? It seems so far away!
Callum is the most terrifying of them all right now, imo. I think that's why I disliked him the most. Like you, it shook me to my core to imagine someone like him being able to toy with my emotions. I have a tendency to detach, to keep my emotions pressed close to my chest so that I can't be manipulated or hurt, and the idea that someone could have power over them, over me in that way is...no freaking thank you! I would put as much space between him and me as possible. Most of the Atlas crew had the right idea there. He does bring a lot to the story, though, like you said. I have a feeling he's going to be one of those characters I "love to hate" as the series progress. I might even grow to "hate to love" him, idk. He's just such a shady bastard! And so judgmental/mean to the girls.
I'm with you on Parisa, by the way. She's the kind of conniving, ambitious siren of a woman I can get behind. She has a similar vibe as Katherine Pierce on TVD. I mean, there's nothing in her arsenal she won't use and I love how she weaponizes her beauty. It's delicius. She's unpredictable. Definitely the type of character who inspires "scared and aroused" energy any time she walks into a room. Like, she could choke you and instead of crying you'd just ask her to do it again...harder lol.
Reina has the same kind of "no fucks given" attitude I have because I genuinely don't care what people think of me, either. I'm just here to do my thing. Be nerdy. Learn. Whatever. And Nico is my fave for the same reason as you--the asshole who only has soft edges for those who matter to him. *heart eyes*
Omg, Libby is going to have a corrupted arc? AHHHHH. That's going to be amazing, I cannot stinking wait! I was sort of hoping she'd go dark so now that it's confirmed I'm even more pumped. Also, I think you and I have more in common than either of us realized. I'm from the Pittsburgh area, too! How wild is that? Maybe there's something in the water here and that's why, like Libby, we've both felt inadequate and like outcasts at different points in our lives? Olivie might be onto something here...🤔
The thing that's been so cool for me about this series so far is that there are a bunch of potential pairings I could get behind. And I kind of like that it's not clear cut right now. Most series I know who I want together or who will be together like halfway through book 1. I like that I don't know have firm preferences and am still open. That's novel. Not to mention fun!
I don't blame you for shipping Nicolibby so hard, though. They're definitely one of my top contenders for a romantic pairing. They have that enemies-to-lovers element with witty banter that I always gravitate toward. And you're right about Libby/Tristan. I don't know how much of their connection was manufactured because Parisa intervened, either. That'll be fun to puzzle out moving forward. And Callum/Tristan should NOT be a ship I like but they have a palpable something that I can't put my finger on. I've got my eye on them, for sure.
The Ravenhood series is still on my tbr. I'm so happy to hear you enjoyed it so much, though! It's rare to read something that just ticks all your boxes. The next time I'm the mood to binge a series I'm gonna have to pick that one up. :-D
I've been trying to clear out my backlog of ARCs lately. (Not possible because I'm getting more on the regular - as in constantly haha - but I'm trying.) I just finished Wish You Were Here by Jodi Picoult, which has a Sliding Doors premise that is set during the pandemic where the main character has a parallel life experience (one, where she's in the Galapagos Islands on vacation when the shutdown hits so she's stuck there with strangers, alone, not speaking the language; the other, where she's in Manhattan with her surgeon boyfriend and recovering from COVID). It's intense but so, SO good! Picoult is such a good writer. Anything I've read by her has been moving, with rounded and real characters. I haven't been disappointed yet. I so recommend her.
Oh, and if you're into nonfiction/biographies at all I finished The Splendid and the Vile by Erik Larson not long ago, which is about Winston Churchill as well as those around him, and it was fantastic! Read more like fiction. I loved it. I am no longer surprised it was on all the BEST lists for 2020.
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— Why are you so nice to me?
Characters: Sakusa Kiyoomi & Iwaizumi Hajime
requested by anon, prompt 21
Genre: fluff, comfort
A/N: I wasn’t sure if I could write Sakusa right so I added an Iwa just in case
lots of thanks to @wordswithinmoments for reading these 2am messes & giving the idea for banana;) ly lots Nic
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It doesn’t take you long to notice him.
A group of people can be in the center, socializing with one another, talking and laughing. He can be seen in the distance, leaning against a wall in the back corner, practically trying his best to merge with it.
You don’t think you’ve been in the same room as him much, you doubt you’ve ever heard him talk, let alone seen the bottom half of his face, thanks to the mask he keeps on at all times.
Few questions asked around and you learn his name: Sakusa Kiyoomi. So this was the infamous Sakusa of Itachiyama Academy. After that you start watching more closely.
You don’t even mean to do that honestly, but something about him pulls you in. Whenever the both of you are in the same setting, your eyes drift to him, ignoring the intense waves of ‘leave-me-be’ energy he radiates. It’s a nice distraction most of the time. When the conversation loses its spark, you can examine him without nosy glances on you, trying to guess what he must think of the people around, trying to hear his voice when you see him speak to Komori Motoya.
You see him talk to people, all happening to be on the volleyball team, few from other sports clubs. His stance changes when he’s the one initiating the conversation, instead of being forced to be apart of it. You lose yourself in the way his arms move, the gestures he makes and everything about him.
Then one day, you do something completely unexpected, of you. Before you can grasp what’s going on, your feet carry you to him. Your attempt at making small talk is met with failure, as expected. Not even knowing what to say, you do the first thing you can think of on the spot: Point at his tracksuit and say “Hey I like half ripped bananas.”
The look he gives haunts you for weeks.
As if the mixture of embarrassment and deep regret hitting you harsh was not enough, the judgement in his eyes are enough to make you wish the ground could swallow you up right then and there.
But those haunted weeks are exactly what you need to gather yourself up, get your shit together, to think your next moves and decision over and over.
The next time you walk up to him, it’s effortless. You congratulate him on their recent victory, ask about how the game went ad what not. Talking comes natural when you push your fears aside and do not worry much.
Surprisingly, he replies. It’s clear from his eyes that he weighs you first, with a shrug he proves he can be decent and engage in small talk. That is only the first step of something bigger to come.
With each approach, each conversation, interacting with Sakusa gets easier. One by one, you start to interpret his expressions, what gives him crinkles, when he wants to avoid people and when he is open to conversing. Everything is a two bladed sword, something you come to realize when his habits rub off on you. Before you know, you start carrying hand sanitizers with you, wearing masks on public transportation during the rush hours.
As time passes and sun rises, you can see him getting more relaxed around you. He carries out the conversations when he could cut them off then and there, only flinches when you teasingly poke him by the side. Some days you can see him waiting for you with something different in his eyes. And this one time, you swear you’ve caught the glimpse of gratitude when you acted before him and offered him your sanitizer. You consider going to one of his matches and bringing some snacks for him but you’re not so sure if he’d like something he didn’t know the preparation process of.
Getting to know Sakusa Kiyoomi must be addicting because your curiosity is far from dying out. You find yourself drawn to him like a moth to a light, and isn’t he the brightest of them all?
It’s a rather pleasant day, sitting under the sun and looking around, you bask in the warm light. It’s perfect for sketching your surroundings and lazying around.
Maybe you spoke too soon because something blocks the sunlight in a sudden. Looking up to see it’s Sakusa standing over you, you pat the spot on the blanket, inviting him to sit behind you.
“Would you like to model for me for a little while?” You ask him while taking out your sketch pad and pencils. A nod is all you need so you begin.
Moving your pencil furiously for the sharp edges, barely touching the paper when adding the shades, it feels surreal to see him up close like this; so calm, pure and beautiful. He feels unreal sometimes and this is one of these moments. With each stroke, you isolate yourself from the real world. The hustling of the leaves fall dead to your ears, your focus only on Sakusa, you keep turning the pages and starting new sketches.
A voice and you’re brought back on earth. Blinking again, you realize it’s Sakusa talking.
“Why are you so nice to me?”
Putting your pencil down slowly, eyes never leaving his, you try to comprehend his question and the meaning behind it. With a shrug, you choose the comedic route.
“I like half ripped bananas.” He doesn’t seem impressed at your choice of words but you’re sure you catch the tiniest hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. “Okay I’m taking it serious this time, don’t give me that look.” Breathe in, out, tampering with your brain to find a satisfying answer. “I don’t know. Do I need a reason to be nice?” You tilt your head as you ask.
“Why wouldn’t you? Everything has a reason.” Not every reason is known to us though, is it?
“Then same as my first answer, I guess.” You say with a smile, picking up your pencil again.
“What do half ripped bananas have to do with us?” He genuinely seems confused. Is it that hard for him to see?
Poking him in the chest with your pencil this time, you let out a laugh. “I like you, silly! You are the half ripped banana. At least, in that tracksuit.”
At your words, he only smiles. Gives you the warmest smile you’ve ever encountered in your life. All you can do is to hope you will make him smile again, just like right now. Something inside you says, it won’t take you long.
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Some days it’s better to be alone. To let it out, drop your mask, relax and just be yourself. Some days all you need is an unoccupied place to read by yourself when your tears come out without a force. It sounds bad but once it’s done, you feel a lot of better. Refreshed, even.
Then why can’t you seem to find any alone time for yourself nowadays?
First few times, you're leaving your spot to wash your face and it must be a coincidence that Iwaizumi Hajime happens to be around. Nothing more, nothing less, right?
Sure it looks like he’s looking at you but all you know, he might be looking at someone else who happens to be in the same direction as you. Then he starts asking questions.
First time, it’s an awkward standing by, fiddling with his fingers he seems to be at a loss of words. Then a choked out “How are you?”. With a quick “Fine.”, you walk off.
It doesn’t end there, much to your dismay.
He begins to approach you more often, asking you how you feel, if something is bothering you, stuff like that. You double check in the mirror on these days if your face is red and puffy from crying, if it contains any signs of negative thinking. The answer is no, obviously. You wonder if he can tell from something else that you’re not feeling well.
You receive the answer to that short after. Because whenever you feel ready to run off to solitude, he finds a way to ask you something; just to linger, to keep you there, maybe to distract you. Some days it work, some days you ask yourself why he does that. You’ve never been close friends.
He starts talking to you more and more often, even if it’s just small talk, about the weather, classes, seasons. He tries including you in conversations with others, with his friends too. You can’t find yourself denying him and yet the suspicion is always there, waiting.
Another day rolls up. It’s not even that bad actually, just some minor issues piling up and pressuring you. This time you make sure to look out for Iwaizumi and go before he can notice you leaving.
Not sure how long it has been, you hear a noise from your back. You don’t raise your head from your knees.
A hand on your back and you move your arms slightly to peak. It’s him.
Stroking your back slowly, he sits by your side. The two of you sit like that for a while.
Feeling ready to talk, you raise your head slightly. “Why are you doing this?”
He raises an eyebrow at that. “What do you mean?”
“Why are you always here, trying to talk? Why are you doing all this? Why do you act like you care? Why are you so... nice to me?”
He stares at you for a moment. You can feel tears forming in your eyes again. Why must he look at you like that with those warm brown eyes?
“Why are you asking me this?” He says in a whisper.
“Because I want to know!” You don’t realize your voice raising until you see him irking.
“Can’t you see?” He says back, voice raised as well. “Because I like you, you idiot!” He throws his arms in the air. “And it kills me to see you like this, hurting, isolating and driving yourself away from everyone. It hurts to see you going through things your way and hurting yourself in the process. It aches my heart to know you’re shutting yourself out completely; and there’s nothing I can do to be there for you, to help you feel better, to show you you don’t have to fight abandoned.”
It takes everything in you not to cry, you fail. The worried expression on his face gets worse. Wrapping his arms around you quickly and pressing your face into his chest, you can hear him mumble “No, no, no. Please don’t cry any longer.”
As he strokes your hair, probably an attempt to soothe you; you find your tears gone and yourself laughing, shaking with laughter. Crying of happiness has always been a foreign concept until now; crying never felt so delightful.
From the way his grip tightens around you, he must’ve thought you’re sobbing again. Trying to touch his arm to break free off his arms, you call out to him.
“Iwaizumi-San, please, let go of me. I am only laughing.”
Hands still on hour shoulders, he pushes you away from himself and starts examining your face carefully. All you can do is smile. Pulling you to himself one more time, for a quick hug this time, he says to your hair: “Please don’t scare me like this ever again.”
“I promise, I won’t.” You say, smile getting only wider. “But I have one condition.”
He doesn’t seem super excited about it. So you continue. “If only you promise to be there by my side, like you said. I think, I like you too.”
When he pulls you in for a hug as an answer, you’re certain he has broken a rib of yours or too. You don’t have it in you to worry one bit about it. Hugging him back, you smile to his chest, taking in his scent.
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Prompt: KiriMina; Kirishima listening to Mina's heart beating faster and faster
{Hey anon! Sorry this is a week late, I hope you like this! :) this is based on the new tidbit of info in the character book, where Mina admits that she’s never been in-love before.}
One afternoon--a normal day in the gym when the sun sets over a pink, flushed sky--Ashido idly tells him, “You know, Kiri, I’ve never been in-love before.”
Kirishima thinks he was paying close attention to what she’s been saying the entire time, but in an instant, he’s lost. Whatever it was they were talking about flies out the window, leaving nothing but the crystal clear timber of her voice over the noise in his head at the mention of love.
She chides him for not paying attention, followed by a jab at his side with a sharp finger. “Mt. Lady and Kamui? Living under one roof? There’s obviously something going on between them, duh!”
Kirishima tries his best to follow her train of thought. It’s tough sometimes because Ashido tends to go off the rails when she gossips, and his attention span can only manage so much.
“So what I’m saying is, I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”
“Living with guys in the same house? We’ve been doing that for a while now in the dorms.”
“No, it’s different when grown-ups do it,” she insists, dark eyes glistening with a shade of intrigue. “There’s usually sex and drama and messy feelings involved. At least, that’s what it’s like when they talk about it in manga.”
The type of manga he reads definitely doesn’t have those. He sticks to action--willful protagonists, simple plots, flashy fight scenes. He wouldn’t know about love in manga, about what Ashido thinks love might be.
That’s not to say that he knows completely nothing about it, though. But maybe he should keep that part of the discussion to himself.
“Maybe it’s different in real life,” he supplies helpfully.
She shrugs. “Uh-huh. So I’m saying, I wouldn’t know, because I’ve never experienced that before. Well--obviously the sex part, never. But the messy feelings part? Also never.”
She doesn’t flinch or blush even once during this discussion. Kirishima wonders if he can ever be that bold. He also wonders if Ashido will tease him about how hot his face suddenly becomes at the mention of se… um, the intimate parts. Gosh, he’s not ready for this kind of talk.
Trying to keep it cool, he focuses on the beams of the ceiling instead. “So... you actually want the messy feelings part?”
Ashido makes a weird, high pitched noise--bored, wistful, curious at the same time. Flopping on the mats next to him, she keeps her eyes transfixed on the ceiling too, as if looking for whatever it is that caught his attention. “Dunno? But doesn’t it make you curious to know what it feels like, being in-love? I bet it feels crazy. Ochako-chan won’t tell me anything about it, even though she’s obviously in the messy feelings part…”
Kirishima laughs. “Uraraka probably doesn’t know what she’s feeling either. It isn’t easy feeling things like that.”
He probably makes a mistake because Ashido suddenly stares at him with suspicious, narrow eyes.
“... I guess.”
“You guess.”
“Uh-huh.”
She shifts closer to him. The tang of the acid on her skin tickles his nostrils, the curiosity even more so. “So--you’re talking an awful lot like someone who knows what it’s like.”
She doesn’t need to be that close. He tries to keep it cool again when he says, “Knows what what’s like?”
“Don’t play dumb.” Ashido huffs in disdain. “Kiri, have you been holding back on me? Keeping secrets, telling lies? I thought I was your horn buddy. I thought I was your girl.”
She means it in an entirely platonic way, of course. She and him are friends and always just friends. Kirishima’s stupid heart shouldn’t be beating as fast as this. And he shouldn’t be stammering when he answers, “I’ve never lied to you, Ashido! That’s just not manly. I’m just saying, messy feelings are messy and it’s probably hard to let anyone know how it’s like by just telling.”
“Probably,” she repeats, with a stubborn pout.
“Yeah,” he pauses, then adds, “Hypothetically.”
He isn’t one for big words, but he’s really desperate in this situation. Ashido has that look in her eyes that she isn’t going to let him go without a satisfactory answer. He’s already worried about how long this back and forth is going to take, and if he’s going to get out of this one unscathed.
“So, hypothetically,” she says, pretending not to care at all, “Just hypothetically, Kiri. When do the hypothetical feelings start to happen?”
Ashido is the worst person to let things slip. It doesn’t matter how much he backs away or avoids her gaze, she’s on him like a demanding cat. “W… well.” If only he was really good at lies. “Hypothetically speaking, anyone can get their first crush in middle school.”
“See now that wasn’t so hard was it.” A little devilish smirk on her lips. Irresistible, really. “Go on.”
Kirishima exhales noisily. “Uh… yeah. I’m just guessing that a middle school guy (or girl) can get a crush on a middle school classmate who’s… who’s cool? Cheerful? Strong?”
���Manly?” Ashido adds with a smirk.
“Yeah, exactly,” Kirishima says with a laugh. “Also, smart, in their own way.”
The girl wrinkles her nose at that. “Eh. Brains are overrated,” she decides. “So tell me more. How does it feel like having a crush?”
“W… well… I wouldn’t--”
“We’re still doing the hypothetical thing, Kiri. Chillax.”
“Why am I the one who--”
“You started it.”
He didn’t. From the very beginning, it was Ashido who started it. Who started everything in him. He takes a deep breath.
“Okay. So… I’m guessing that it feels crazy, right. Like… you meet this girl (or guy)... she’s just there where you happen to be. She’s got okay grades, an okay quirk, and okay figure, she’s cute but like, everyone is cute so it didn’t matter if you guys are existing in the same space before. She probably thinks the same thing about you, and you’re lucky if she does. She might not think you exist at all.”
Ashido stares at him with a focus that he’s never seen before. So she can listen to someone talk for so long if she put her heart into it. “Okay, I can imagine that. Then what?”
“Then… something happens--” he voice catches remembering the giant man from years ago, threatening all those people downtown, “--and suddenly they’re not just someone who happens to be there. Suddenly they’re special. Suddenly being in that same space with them feels different.”
“Different how?”
Kirishima sighs. He wonders if he should tell her the terrible feelings that kept him up at night. The inferiority and self-doubt. The fear. The loneliness. The illogical urge to color his hair red.
“Wouldn’t know,” he says with an awkward laugh. “Maybe something like…”
Like he wants to be just like her, and it’s awful that he isn’t.
Like he wants to be with her, and it’s painful that he isn’t.
Ashido stares at him as he struggles with his words. “Kiri… if it’s so hard to describe, just show me.”
He stops. “... show you?”
He isn’t feeling very intelligent when she nods with that mysterious glisten in her eyes. “Yep. Show me how it feels like to love someone. If anyone can show me, I’m pretty sure you can do it Kiri.”
She says it like how she asked him to nab some of Bakugou’s chili from the fridge just last week. Like she isn’t making his entire world spin right now. It’s so ridiculous that he laughs. “Why would you think that?”
She shrugs. “You get me, I get you. Most of the time. If it’s you, I’m sure I’ll understand.”
She smiles at him then--a big one, all teeth and gums and creased eyes, pink skin. Silly and lighthearted. Similar to the smile that gave him hope that things will be better one day--that he’ll be a better, manlier guy and that she’ll be watching him get there.
Damn it. He really likes her.
So he fumbles a bit trying to show her. Tries hard not to think about it, but ends up thinking too hard about it the last moment and then forcefully shutting his mind off. “Okay. Close your eyes.”
Without hesitating, she does just that. And without hesitating (too much), he takes one of her hands, with its slight burn of acid lingering over his skin, and places it over the left side of his chest.
His heart, despite knowing what’s about to happen, immediately starts stuttering in his chest.
Ashido gasps. “Kiri… it’s fast,” she says in wonder.
Of course it’s going to be fast, he wants to say, but suddenly her eyes are open and looking straight at him.
“Is this how it really feels like?” she asks. Her eyes shifting, and suddenly--
--suddenly, suddenly, they’re not just someone who happens to be there--
“Yes. That’s how it feels to be with you.”
And he hates that he just lets things slip in front of Ashido. He is as terrible a liar as his heart, but he can’t change the way he is.
But then Ashido quietly reaches for his other hand. Time slows into an anxious pace when her eyes flutter. He wonders if she’s going to throw him away.
Without hesitating, she places his hand over her chest. Under his palm he feels the evidence of her existence next to him, beating faster and faster and faster. Warm blood gushes through her veins and into the skin of her cheeks, turning them into a cute shade of pink he’s never seen on her before.
Her breathless laughter sounds like music to his ears. “It feels pretty nice.”
He smiles. “Yes, I think that’s one way to put it.”
Their hearts, cheerfully aware of each other’s existence, continue to beat along with time.
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Hiya dude! Sorry if this ask is annoying, but I was wondering if I could make an oc with a similar quirk to Akane? I was considering making an oc that can control color, but if I do actually end up posting about them, I don't want to make a character that seems like a copycat. :')
Sure thing! I don’t own the concept of that power after all hahaha
Anon said:Will there be any of the KiriBaku kids on your red bubble? :) They’re so cute!! 💕💕
Why not!!! Just gotta draw something with them that’s actually worth uploading first 💕💕
Anon said:Your blog is so.... therapeutic??? I think I went through it at least four times by now. I'm absolutely in love with your drawing style and even better au ideas.
Anon said:akane would be dangerous with red paint bombs
Anon said: Akane could shoot or throw paint balls of red paint or even powder to cover things and villains and since the paint isn't alive she could control it.
Anon said:Pertaining to the question of blood, red blood cells live approximately 120 days. If she kept blood in a tube and waited until the cells are dead, can she control them? Is one of her tools going to be capsules of red dye that she can use to paint her enemies?
!!!!!!!! Many people have mentioned that and it makes me actually super happy because that was something I thought about too, for when she’ll be a hero! The paint should be fast dry though or else she’d end up just moving the paint off the things she threw it on hahaha also about the blood thing, yes she’d be able to control it but, I mean, why would she do that hahaha
Anon said:Do you have any ideas for an older Akane? I image that she would get into UA and that she would have the coolest hero costume! With different shades of red so that she could possibly use it for defense or mobility, and a cloak that could withstand attacks. I LOVE the idea of her having red knives and weapons that she can use for offense hidden under her cloak, probably attached to her pants. OH and also she could have a red chalk pallet on her thigh so she could color things so she could move em
I do have a bunch of ideas!!! But since she’s a kiddo in the AU all ideas don’t really matter all that much yet, so I’m totally up for everyone imagining it however they wish! And I like all of your ideas so so much!!!!!! Thank you for liking my kid enough to think this much about her!!!! 💖💖💖
Anon said:i love your new bakushima parents au thing with akane!!!! it's so freaking adorable!!
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!
Anon said:What is your sexuality?
I don’t mind saying, but why do you wanna know? :0
Anon said:Do you think if Akane was raised by her biological parents she could be somehow trained to use her quirk on living things? Like her morals and pure heart are what stop her from ever even thinking about doing something like that???? Sorry, idk I just tend to want sufficient angst when it comes to things I like, and I LIVE FOR AKANE!!! She could easily be a top hero and I LOVE to see more of her!! Thank you for creating her!!❤️❤️❤️
I’m gonna have to hold the answer to this question cause it’s actually gonna be the topic of a comic I mean to draw soon-ish >:]c
Anon said:That fire diamond Bakugou and Pearl Kirishima au is everything. Hope we'll get more of it in the future. I'm curious about what happened with kirishima :D
Aw anon, I’m so happy to know you liked those but I don’t think I’ll ever get back on that concept :( posting those ended up with a lot of unpleasant things happening so now they’re tied to unhappy things for me :(( sorry!
Anon said:aww Akane, give him a chance, maybe he can be your 2nd papa ^w^
>:]]]]] s o o n
Anon said:I give her like 5 years and she will like Kiri. Nobody can resist Kiri long.
>:]cccc sooner than that
haha
Anon said:u have only been drawing akane for a while and i 110% support it i love her so much
That!!!!!!! Makes me so happy!!!!!!!!! Thank you!!!!!!!!
Anon said:I'm in love with this new au help
😭😭😭😭😭😭 thank you so much!!!
Anon said:God I am loving this please don't stop with our little red babbbey I wanna know what happens next 💙💙😔👌💙💙
AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Anon said:I have known Akane for a day now but if something happened to her i would kill everyone in this website and then myself
You guys are gonna make me CRY FOR REAL!!!!!!! so much love thank you so so much!!!
Anon said:The way you draw bakugou is so amazing I can't even,,,z that undercut???? Beautiful. The way his treats little red???? Fantastic.
I’m GLAD you like the concept!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💗💗💗💗💗💗
Anon said:I'm very sorry to say this but.... What if Bakugo had a quirk that when he says "DIE!" the first thing he sees after saying that explodes. And what he will do with it? Will Kiri still be with him?
...................anon I’m gonna be very honest with you that sounds like the most OP quirk ever omfg does the intensity of the explosion change based on how loud it is? If so it’s such a strong quirk it’s fantastic !!! and I don’t see why Kiri would have a problem with it tbh haha
Anon said:I know this may be weird or personal but, what's your race/where are you from?
I’m Italian! It’s actually written in my faq!!
Anon said:Hi, sorry to bother you but ... Can I please draw Akane, your OC, she is so precious ! I really like your work on her, her design is truly cute ... Obviously if I post it, I will give you credit ... ( Sorry for my broken english, it's not my mother tongue )
YES!!! Thank you so much for wishing to draw her!!!!!!!!!
Anon said:You definitely don't have to stop this au any time soon. I love so it so much :D As always, your art and stories are incredible
Anon said: There is no need to apologize for continuing with this new AU, it's your blog and you can post what you want. Plus, the idea is really cute and your drawings are great! I think any kind of post of any AU is great, so don't worry about it, we're thankful for what you do, no matter the AU
You guyssssss!!!!!!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 thank you so much for enabling me!!!
Anon said:I fcking love kirishima's hair in your latest comic, that undercut with vibrant red hair Is everyhting
THANK YOU!! I’m glad you like it since it was entirely self-indulgent hahaha
Anon said:The phone case I bought from you recently arrived and I love it a lot! You're my absolute favorite artist and I check your tumblr everyday to see if you've posted. I was wondering if you'll be connecting Akane with the other krbk kids cause it's really interesting. Plus Ultra!
Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And no, she’s a separate AU! I was actually unsure in the beginning (which is why Baku has the same hair in both aus!) but after I asked it seemed like people would have preferred it to be a separate AU so that’s where it went!
Anon said:Did you start using a different brush for lineart?
If this is about the pencil tool, no! That’s not a lineart tool, it’s just a sketch one :D I use it when I don’t feel up for detailed work and wanna be fast about what I’m making~
Anon said:Did Bakugo adopted Akane or is kinda like a teacher to her?
At the very first he was just a temporary guardian, but after a while everyone grew attached and he decided to adopt her! :D
Anon said:Ah I just had that image in my head of Akane training with her quirk so hard she can style her hair with it like super quick, like, at first she'd do it in secret then call Baku over and show him how she can make it braid itself then just has to tie the end (it's a messy braid but he's so. so proud.) (Btw I don't mean for you to draw this, I just thought it was p sweet :0 )
That’s!!! such a cute image oh my god TT0TT and I actually have half an idea for a comic for something on this line!!! well, vaguely haha maybe soon! 💕💕💕
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I'm the kind of person who doesn't write a thing about what I'm watching, but, I have to say I love Money Flower, and I love every post you make about it. You're not alone (?) ;) As a spoiler but something I have to say, I'm dying with Boo Cheon going badly, and it hurts that what finally crack him was Pil Joo's betrayal. Jang Hyuk's final face was too much :v
Thanks for dropping by to throw some gasoline onto the fires of my own personal hell, anon. I think I spent 3 hours ranting to my BFF about this exact subject yesterday. I was trying to organize my thoughts to write a post about it but I couldn’t. I feel ya. Oh yea, you and I are in the same boat.
In all seriousness, I love it when I get anonymous message that give me an excuse to write about something I was already privately ranty about. So thank you, lol.
[Fair warning…I went HAM on my reply. Sorry?? Huge spoilers for the show past this point, y’all.]
It was hard watching my three crazy kids fall apart this week. Especially Boo. The turn his character took this week broke my damn heart. Full disclosure: Boo Cheon is my favorite character in this garbage fire of a show. Has been for weeks now. I feel like I’m pretty much alone in that opinion. My mind twin, agaggleoffandoms (for whatever reason tumblr is refusing to let me @ her) and I are on the same page, but for the most part people seem to really hate Boo. I don’t get it. I can’t wrap my head around how you could love and root for Pil Joo in this whole thing, and yet have no sympathy for Boo Cheon whatsoever. Like, I get it, but I really don’t get it.
Okay, so, I think Kang Pil Joo is actually Satan himself and this is why…
First, let me disclaim and say that I like Pil Joo as a character. I like him a lot. I like the way Jang Hyuk is playing him. I like his scenes. I like him because he’s twisted and terrifying. I like what a manipulative monster he is. I went into the drama expecting it and I was not disappointed at all. He’s every bit the sociopathic puppet master the poster promised me. I watch this show because it’s a crazy-sauce makjang mess. I enjoy the characters because of how insurmountably dysfunctional they are.
Additionally, this isn’t supposed to be a post to justify Boo’s actions, or claims that he’s done nothing wrong. Clearly that’s not the case. I’m just trying to understand the audience’s reaction to him. Why I find myself rooting for him so much, and other people have no time for him at all.
The first thing Boo Cheon does at the beginning of episode 17 is threaten the mother of his child making it clear in no uncertain terms that if she goes through with the press conference and torpedo’s his chances to be chairman she’s as good as dead. That’s monstrous. I make no bones about that. I would just argue that Boo is merely the monster that Pil Joo has made of him.
If we’re going to completely jettison the possibility of Boo’s redemption arc based on that scene, Pil Joo shouldn’t be getting a pass. In the moral landscape of the show, Pil Joo has done everything Boo has done, but three shades darker.
Pil Joo has personally laid hands on Seo Won not once…
But two separate times….
He has also directly threatened her life on multiple occasions. He’s the Jang family fixer. We know how dirty his hands can get. The show has shown us. And we can argue all day long that Pil Joo never would have actually harmed her. That he was trying to put the fear of god into her because he was also a victim of Jang family violence toward mistresses and their unacknowledged children…but does that justify it? Boo has also on multiple occasions attempted to remove her from the situation, and taken steps to protect her from his family by bringing their son to Mooshimwon. Seo Won is either too foolhardy or too determined to take the hint. She revealed herself to Mo Hyun with malicious intent and became indirectly responsible for the loss of his unborn child.
He goes to the hotel room to meet Seo Won because Pil Joo sent him there. He threatens her with a knife–Pil Joo’s knife interestingly enough–making good on his promise not to let anyone stand between him and the chairman position. Why does he even want the chairman position? Because that’s what Pil Joo groomed him to want:
Sure, Boo has said that he wanted to become chairman for his own reasons now. He is motivated to succeed so that Mo Hyun will praise him and feel proud of him. He’s motivated to do it because he’s developed a real affection for his wife. He loves her enough to feel jealous over the prospect of losing her, to go head to head with his mother over her, and even to put his own life at risk for her. Why is he even married to Mo Hyun? Because of Pil Joo’s manipulations.
Everyone is in the position they’re in because of Pil Joo’s manipulations. Look at what he’s done to Mo Hyun! He lied repeatedly, fed Boo lines, write apology letters for him, engineered situations to further the seduction plot for his own personal benefit. He has continually withheld crucial information from her in order to control her actions. Because it all forwards his revenge plot.
Furthermore, he resents Mo Hyun for falling in love with Boo according to his own plot.
This is a pattern we have seen repeatedly. Since as early as episode 4:
Pil Joo blames other people for falling into his traps. He doesn’t take responsibility himself. He is “unable to stop himself” so they have to be the ones to resist him. He merely writes the scripts, he sets up the pieces, but if you fall for his tricks then it’s your own fault. That’s the attitude we’ve seen again and again.
And sure, he’s in denial. He obviously still has feelings for Mo Hyun. But those feelings have always been subordinate to his need for revenge, and continue to be sacrificed in the name of his goals. Along with the people around him, their lives and their happiness. Whether they deserve it or not. Everyone is expendable in the name of revenge.
He sets Mo Hyun up to hear the ugly truth about their deception and her arranged marriage as though he’s about to tell her everything, but then he only tells her enough to break her and drive her away from Mooshimwon. He didn’t even tell her why he, the real Jang Eun Cheon, is hiding his identity and staying in that family. He didn’t tell her why he was doing what he was doing. He didn’t explain why he became the Jang family dog. He only told her enough to devastate her and driver her away. Let me repeat that: he didn’t even tell her the whole truth. His whole “confession” was just another one of his manipulations!
This has nothing to do with making a clean breast of it with Mo Hyun, and everything to do with the revenge plot. Pil Joo isn’t a martyr. He’s a monster.
Immediately after the confession, where is he? Planning his take over of Cheong A. He doesn’t even take a breath to recover. He immediately asks Yong Goo to go over the final leg of the plan with him:
After intentionally breaking Mo Hyun’s spirit and wrecking his supposed “friend’s” sham marriage of his own design, Pil Joo is right back on his slash and burn war path toward the utter destruction of Cheong A. We may want to attribute all these suppressed emotions and noble feelings to Pil Joo to try to mollify his guilt in some way. His mysterious friend/helper Yong Goo sure seems to want to. But you know what kind of person consistently suppresses their better feelings in the name of goal oriented, ends-justify-the-means pragmatism?
A cold blooded, sociopath. Which is what Pil Joo is.
By contrast, where do we find Boo after he threatens to kill the mother of his child in the name of his goals? Sobbing like a child in his car:
Where is he after his wife’s very understandable mental breakdown upon find out that the last five years of her life have been one long series of lies and manipulations orchestrated by and large by the man she loves? Watching over her as she sleeps.
Of the two of them, Boo is the one most visibly shaken and horrified by his actions. And it’s honestly a wonder that Boo isn’t more messed up than he is, morally speaking. Considering that he’s been physically and emotionally abused by his terrifying mother and manipulative friend for the past 20 years.
Oh yeah, remember how Pil Joo frequently uses violence with him when Boo doesn’t do what he’s supposed to do?
Boo still has a soul and is capable of feeling things like remorse and betrayal. Like the desire to protect his son.
While I feel terrible for Mo Hyun, because her life has been utterly and undeservedly wrecked by these people, I think she’s capable of recovery. After all, she already suspected what kind of people lived a Mooshimwon. She has had multiple indications of what kind of situation she is willingly placing herself in. Boo is coping with the shock that everything he believed about his life for almost 20 years is a lie. His sense of identity has been shaken–everything he’s wanted, everything he’s ever attained is part of this lie. He was forced into an arranged marriage that he didn’t even want at the time and now that he truly loves his wife, she’s calling out Pil Joo’s name in her sleep! He just found out that his only friend has never been sincere with him. Rather, he approached him maliciously with the intention of ruining his family and taking his place. Not only that, he’s found out that he’s not even the biological son of the father that he idolizes. Pil Joo is the true heir, here to take everything away he’s ever taught Boo to want.
Anybody would crack up in these circumstances. And he can’t even talk to anyone about it. He can’t tell his mother or confide in wife or the person who was supposed to be his best friend. He ends up going to his unacknowledged father (I think he knows, or at least strongly suspects who Driver Oh is) to vent some of his grief.
He talks about the truth of Pil Joo’s deception being enough to kill Mal Ran if she was to ever find out. But I think the same scene can be taken a different way. He doesn’t want his mom to find out the truth, because he doesn’t want her to feel the way he feels right now. Like he might die from it. Because Boo really loved Pil Joo, damn it! If we can say nothing else about Boo Cheon, we have to at least give him that.
Even if they intend to make Boo the antagonist from this point until the end of the drama, I just can’t bring myself to hate him. He’s too pitiful. Sure, he’s weak and selfish and entitled. But he is what he was conditioned to be from a very young age. His mother has treated him like an incompetent disappointment and Pil Joo has turned him into a puppet. If things had played out different, who knows where he would be right now? If not for Pil Joo’s interference, who knows what kind of person he could have become?
One big thing that the shooting range scene demonstrates (besides the fact that Boo has officially been driven around the bend) is that when he isn’t comparing himself to or being hopelessly dependent on Pil Joo, he can actually perform very well.
As much as I despise his cousin, I think Yeo Cheon was right about something:
Anyway…that’s why I can’t help but root for and feel sorry for Boo. I hope that he’s not past the point of no return. And I’m still waiting for Pil Joo to recognize the fact that a) Boo is a victim of this corrupt family as much as he is himself and b) he doesn’t have the right to manipulate and destroy other people’s lives like some kind of vengeful god. Even when the deserve it.
If it’s not evident from what I’ve written above: I really, really like this show. It’s mad entertaining, and the character arcs are as complex as they are tragic. I am still hoping for Pil Joo’s redemption, I think the man is utterly fascinating. I don’t see this train wreck having a happy ending. But I’m still waiting for Pil Joo and Boo to actually have it out about Pil Joo’s lies before someone gets shot or stabbed. I want to believe, even at this point, that Pil Joo really did come to care for Boo. Even if he started out hating him, I can’t believe all he feels for Boo is hate, anymore than I believe he really put a stop to his feelings for Mo Hyun. Forgiveness might not be possible at this point, but at the very least I’m hoping for closure. A lot can happen in 6 hours, so lets keep our fingers crossed.
Anyway, those are my TL;DR feelings about Money Flower. Raw and unabridged. Thanks for your patience while I worked on your ask, and thanks for sticking with me if you read this far. Goodnight, my lovely followers. You’re all so beautiful.
Jona
#answered#mbc money flower#money flower#I should never be allowed to screencap things#I always go overboard#what even is this?#meta#commentary
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Summer (Part One)
Requested by anon
Hi love, just wondering if you would be willing to do a Harry hook imagine set in neverland where the reader is peter pans daughter and meets Harry but they don't know who each other are (Harry is without his hook for some reason etc) and they fall in love but discover who each other are after it's too late? Love your writing so much!!!
Summary: You had always wanted to go to Neverland and when you’re father refused you decided to take matters into your own hands. Little did you know that on that island you would meet the best thing that has ever happened to you.
Characters: Harry Hook, reader (daughter of Peter Pan)
Warnings: none i’m pretty sure
Word Count: 2579
A/N: Can I just say I loved this idea so much! I’m pretty sure this is going to be split up into two parts. The second one is actually all finished and queued up for tomorrow but anyway hope you guys like this one!
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Requests and tags are always open (find my prompt list here)
You were determined to make it off Auradon. Well, first you had to find a way to sneak some pixie dust from your dad. Lucky for you, he didn’t keep it hidden. He did however keep it locked up. It wasn’t so much as wanting to leave your home than wanting to prove yourself to your father. His whole ‘never grow up’ thing had kind of hit a rough spot when you came into his life. You knew he loved you, more than anything. It was simply hard for him to act like a real father at times, though. Which was why you set out on this mission in the first place.
It wasn’t hard to borrow the key from Tinkerbell. Technically speaking she didn’t exactly know you had borrowed it. You had a strong feeling she wouldn’t realize it, as they were finishing preparing for the changing of the seasons. Spring to summer was always the most hectic, as they had to watch out for more people.
You waited until your dad had fallen asleep before moving towards the clear glass safe. Four turns forward, one turn back, turn the key. You smiled triumphantly when the box clicked open. After filling a small pouch with pixie dust you made your way to the top of the clock tower.
You had flown before, obviously. It was one of the first things you remember your dad teaching you to do. It wasn’t long before you were soaring up in the air and into the night sky. You were so focused on getting to Neverland that you didn’t notice a small rip on the bag, leaving pixie dust in your wake as you flew over the Isle of the Lost.
Harry had a feeling no one else noticed it. A blur of something golden flying overhead. For a second he thought the barrier had been taken down. But that wasn’t it. Instead he followed the trail of gold until he got to the edge of the Isle. It wasn’t until he stopped poking and prodding at everything that he realized that something felt different. Slowly he made his way to the end of the dock, expecting to be hit by the barrier. But the shock that came with trying to go through never hit. Instead he almost toppled off the end of the boating dock. He laughed before stepping back into the barrier. It was dust. He recognized the shimmer of gold on his hand immediately. The dust had no magical properties on the isle, he’d know. His dad used to have a whole bunch of it. When he found out it was useless he’d thrown it all in the ocean. But not before Harry managed to take a bit of it. He had exactly ten minutes to make it home and get his pixie dust before the magic wore out and the barrier closed again.
He ran for it. He was in such a hurry, turning his place upside down and throwing things back and forth and into a bag that by the time he left grabbing his hook once more had completely slipped his mind. He ran to the part of the barrier that was open and stepped to the edge again. After testing the dust and determining it worked he covered himself head to toe in it. Soon enough he got the dust to work and realized he was flying. His first thought was to go to Auradon. He’d wreck a bit of havoc then open up the barrier for his crew and everyone else.
But then he looked up and saw the stars. It was one of the only times he had seen them for what they really were. It was nighttime and everything was quiet, peaceful almost. Second star to the right. Those were the words that popped into his mind. He turned around in the air a few times before finding the star he was looking for. He didn’t hesitate before turning away from Auradon and flying in the direction of Neverland.
When you arrived in Neverland it was day again. You had a map of the island in your pocket, drawn by your father himself. He didn’t know you had taken it and you hoped he didn’t realize until after you were back. You had a strong feeling he wouldn’t even notice you were gone, as sad as it sounded. You simply sighed before sitting in the sand facing Skull Rock.
You wouldn’t have even noticed that there was another person there if it wasn’t for their constant mumbling. You stood up and walked out of your shade to find the source of the mumbling. He was walking down the beach. You stood with your hands on your hips and he didn’t notice you until he was only a couple yards away. He stood unmoving. For a second you were sure he had even stopped breathing.
“You know,” You spoke first as you took a couple steps towards him. “I don’t know if you know this but even though you’re not moving I can still see you” He laughed and took the last couple of steps towards you.
“Sorry,” His eyes were squinted in an attempt to keep out the sun but still you could see how blue they were, as blue as the sea and sky themselves. “I, uh,” He shot a glance around at your surroundings before looking back at you. “I’ve never been here before” He admitted to you.
“Well what a coincidence,” A bright smile lit up your face, one that made him smile as well. “Neither have I” You walked back over to sit in the shade without another word. “Aren’t you coming?” You called behind you when you realized he wasn’t following.
Harry was still smiling as he watched you walk away. It took him a few seconds of debating before he walked in your direction, not hesitating to do as you said.
“I say we go in that direction first,” You pointed to your left. The two of you had spent the day talking, surprisingly enough. His name was Harry. Apparently both of you planned on staying on Neverland for a while. And so that’s when you agreed to stick together. For survival's sake of course, definitely not any other reason. I mean neither of you knew the island well after all.
“Hangman’s tree is supposed to be that way,” Harry looked from the map to you. “There’s supposed to be,”
“A hideout over there” You nodded, finishing his sentence. You hadn’t exactly told him that Peter Pan was your dad. You didn’t really feel like it was necessary. Besides, Peter Pan wasn’t exactly that friendly with some people on the island. You actually planned on not telling Harry at all if you could help it.
There was no way Harry was going to tell you that his father was the infamous Captain Hook. If he could keep it a secret until he left then that was perfectly fine. It had only been several hours and he already felt a certain connection to you. He didn’t know what it was, but he liked it.
He stood up and brushed the sand off of himself, “Let’s go exploring then” He offered his hand out to you. A wide smile grew on your face again as you took his hand, letting him pull you up, and the two of you set off through the forest.
It took you a while to find Hangman’s Tree. It was night time now and you couldn’t deny the fact that it looked maybe a little sinister in the dark. You were about to suggest that you head back to the beach instead when Harry grabbed hold of your hand once more and lead the way to the tree.
“One of these has got to do something,” He said out loud. You, however, were more focused on the fact that he hadn’t let go of you yet. It was comforting to say the least. “I swear if-”
And then the two of you were falling. You felt yourself crashing through cobwebs and twigs as you heard screams from both you and Harry. Your eyes were shut tight and you weren’t exactly sure when it was you stopped falling.
“Look at me,” Harry was the first to notice where the two of you were. You did as he said and opened one eye first then the other. It was then that you noticed the fact that you were sprawled on top of him, thanks to your fall. “As much as I enjoy this position we’re in,” He stopped and laughed when you rolled your eyes at him. “Take a look around”
You rolled off of him and stood up, taking in your new surroundings. You were inside Hangman’s Tree, inside the hideout. You laughed giddily as you began walking around, looking at anything and everything you could.
“We’re here,” You smiled as you walked back and forth between everything. “We’re actually here” Harry stood back, leaning against the wall, watching you with a smile on his face. “We’re in Neverland”
The past week and a half had been the best days of your life by far. You were actually happy for what felt like the first time. You were keeping track of the days. You had been waiting for that night in particular.
“Where are we going?” Harry asked as you dragged him along with you towards the beach. “I was very much looking forward to sleeping after everything we did today”
“We literally went swimming this morning and then sat in the hammocks. All day long. And you didn’t even swim with me” You laughed.
“Exactly, doing nothing can really tire you out” He couldn’t help but smile when you laughed. He let you lead him down the beach and listened as you went on and on about something.
Harry couldn’t deny the fact that he loved Neverland. For starters he didn’t have to be anybody, not a villain or a pirate or anything else. He was simply Harry. He felt happy on Neverland, so much so that he almost didn’t want to go back. There was a certain magic on the island that was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. And above all else, Neverland was where he found you. You were the first and only person he had ever met to not judge him based on anything. Granted, he hadn’t exactly told you everything. He had a strong feeling you hadn’t told him everything either though. And that was okay. Neverland was yours, at that moment it belonged to no one else but the two of you. And he loved that. In just a couple of days he found himself completely and utterly infatuated with even the mere thought of you. And now he was sure that it was something more than that. He couldn’t put a name on it yet but he knew it was something.
“Right here,” You found the perfect spot and sat in the sand without hesitation.
“What are we waiting for exactly?” Harry asked you after a few minutes of silence.
“That,” You smiled and pointed up in the direction of the sky. It looked like thousands upon thousands of little lights flying up towards the stars but you knew what they really were. The two of you watched as the fairies flew towards the second star to the right. “The changing of the seasons” You told him. You were oblivious to the fact that he wasn’t looking at the sky. He was looking directly at you. “It’s amazing isn’t it?”
“It is,” He smiled softly. When you turned to look at him he was already looking at you. You couldn’t help the blush forming on your cheeks.
“We, uh,” You stood up quickly not knowing how to react to the way he was looking at you. “We should get back to the tree”
“Yeah,” Harry couldn’t help the slight disappointment. “We should”
You were furious and you didn’t know why. You and Harry were slowly making your way around the island day by day. So far the two of you had ventured to the top of the mountains and to Crocodile Creek. That day’s expedition was to Mermaid Lagoon.
At first you had gotten along with the mermaids quite well surprisingly. But then Harry joined you and you were thrown to the side. The mermaids were flirting with him, that much you had expected. But what made you angry was the fact that Harry was also flirting incessantly with them. Eventually you had had enough of watching and glared silently before stomping back to the hideout. Harry, of course, noticed right away and followed you despite the mermaids protests.
“Y/N!” He tried calling for you but you ignored him. “Slow down!”
You didn’t, instead you picked up the pace. You took one of the entrances down and relished in the moment of peace you had. It didn’t last long.
“Y/N!” Harry called your name. You heard shuffling and seconds later he appeared through one of the entrances. “Why’d you leave?” He asked, chasing you as you moved around the kitchen area. You two had found it fully stocked when you arrived and to your surprise it was all still good.
“I could tell I wasn’t welcome,” You shot back, moving around him as he walked over to you.
“Why are you so upset?” He was still following you around everywhere you went. He tried to reach for you to stop you but you shook him off easily. “Talk to me” He almost whined.
“Why don’t you go back to the lagoon and talk to those mermaids, Harry. You seem to be getting along with them really well” The words left your mouth before you could stop them and you froze. A smirk grew on Harry’s face as he moved towards you.
“You’re jealous!” He exclaimed once he had figured it out.
“No I’m not!” You glared back even harder than you had been before.
“Just admit it, Y/N. Ya were jealous of the mermaids” He kept walking towards you and you couldn’t bring yourself to move.
“I won’t admit it because it’s not true” You shot back. He had you trapped between his body and the wall now.
“Yes it is” He smirked down at you. You were suddenly aware of the feeling of your body on his and it sent chills down your spine. In a good way though.
“No it’s not” You were distracted and the statement came out a whisper. Harry’s smirk only widened as he leaned down close to you.
“Admit it or I’m walking away right now” He knew how to get you to admit it. And you did.
“Fine,” You let your hands wrap around his neck and your fingers tangled in his hair pulling his lips down to yours. The kiss was intense, rough and filled with passion. That moment had been brewing for days at that point and now that it was finally there you craved more. You pulled away only the slightest bit, just far enough for you to speak but close enough for your lips to brush together as you did. “I was jealous. Happy?”
Harry kissed you once more and you gasped when he lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he held you against the wall. “Very”
Part Two
#harry hook x reader#descendants 2#disney descendants#harry hook#reader insert#harry#things i write#summer
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Mikorei beauty and the beast headcanons? 😄
Your ask simultaneously delights me and calls me out, anon, because there is a MikoRei fairytale!au I’ve had on the back-burner forever–and it still shows no sign of actual progress. So maybe this’ll be an excuse to get my ass in gear…or to settle for throwing out vague plot points ^^;; If you’re looking for something that actually passes as a good piece, btw, @azii has done a lovely take on the Beauty and the Beast scenario here; if you’re ready for straight rambling, read on xD
–Munakata’s the Beast. At this point, just assume that in any fairy tale redux Suoh is going to be in the traditional ‘princess’ role; it’s my forever aesthetic. But also because I dig imagining Muna’s grace and elegance coming out of something like Guillermo del Toro’s Angel of Death from Hellboy 2. That’s pretty much how I envision him–wings, bones, misplaced eyes and limbs like thorns, the whole nine yards of grotesque.
–Suoh, on the other hand, grows roses. And camellias. Chrysanthemums. He’s scarily good with orchids, and pretty much everything else. The town is really too small to even make use of a florist, but he just does it because it’s the only way Anna gets to enjoy the one color she sees. When Izumo came back from university, he used the last of his big city grant money to lease a storefront, and their day-to-day is just keeping it above water.
–The town. I’m pretty much shamelessly ripping off the setting for Shiki–small, close-knit, buried in the mountains, and right in the shadow of an “abandoned” castle. Don’t go by the castle. There are old, warded torii gates on the paths–no one really remembers why, but it’s a superstitious kind of place and no one is prone to test their luck.
–Except, Anna has always been a curious girl. The old, flaking lacquer is a different kind of red, and she wants to capture all the shades she can. Aunt Honami’s always handled her with a loose rein, so she takes her camera and treks up the overgrown paths. Fearlessly.
–Stumbling upon the great stone walls does not surprise nor frighten her. Instead, she’s fascinated by the roses blooming in huge swathes across the walls. They’re almost the size of her head, and a color so rich it seems to burn. Too lush to be wild, but no one could be growing them here–she just wants one, to show Mikoto. Not that he wouldn’t believe her if she just told him, but they’re just–
–And that’s when a long, terrible shadow lands on the wall, nearly taking off her hand before she can as much as touch a petal.
–“A Beast,” she insists later, solemnly, as Totsuka bandages the sizeable gash on her arm. And, “I’m sure it was an accident. His claws were long, and his eyes hadn’t settled.” She nods to herself. “The roses would have been worse.”
–“Obviously,” Izumo says, after chaining three-quarters of a pack in around one quarter of an hour. “Obviously there are wild fucking animals in that ruin and why the hell nobody has condemned the damn place is another reason we should just cut our losses and–”
–Suoh just remembers the moment Anna walked into the shop, red leaking through the tight press of her fingers–and decides.
–Next day, the flower shop is closed. Doesn’t make a difference. His walk is quicker than hers; he doesn’t even finish his cigarette before he sees the wall, the roses, and something else that wasn’t there for her: an open gate.
–He goes in. He gets a job.
So, that’s the rough of it xD The nature of the curse and circumstances its casting is probably going to be heavily-influenced by the lovely retellings I’ve read from Robin McKinley and T. Kingfisher, but I’m thinking kitsune at the root. The roses are not to be trusted. As for the S4 character reimaginings:
–Awashima is bonded to the castle, I’m still working out how–torn between manifesting in the wall carvings or connected, Rapunzel-style, with sentient hair xD
–Fushimi doesn’t seemed cursed, at first. But he never talks. Only tongue-clicks. Make of that what you will.
–Akiyama and Benzai are animated samurai armor; cliche, I know, but it fits them. Kamo is a disembodied, invisible fire-spirit that manifests in the kitchen. His daughter was caught up in the curse, and is in the body of one of those tea-serving automaton dolls. He can’t go near her, as the nature of his flames are unpredictable. Fushimi does the best he can with helping her around. Domyouji is a magnificent winged stallion; that, too, will probably make sense later.
–As for the rest, there is a collection of around eight or so large, disquietingly-shaped black rocks in the garden that Suoh has been contracted to maintain. They are not to be disturbed. He often catches Fushimi hovering, just at the edge of sight, like he’s making sure of it.
I know this probably leaves more questions than answers, but I don’t want to give a lot away for when this gets rolling. I write from a deep love of fairy tales and folklore, so this is one of those ideas that started as a bit of a joke and then expanded into a universe that I’ve sorta fallen in love with. I hope to share it with you guys eventally, and hope you find at least a smidge of the same enjoyment
#anon asks#askbox answers#reminders and to do's#fairy tale philosophy#otp: color theory kings#yes I want to get started on this#no I do not have the time *cries*#sorry for the wait anon#that's the thing about 8 to 5 workdays...#hope this is what you were looking for <3
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