#also yes. the colouring is more simple on the hearts for these- lot of colours and layers mans kfjhds

[roversmojis]

Black or Purple vers of the enderman heart :O

black and purple 🖤💜!! :)

[peachypinkygloss]

fanatic love — pjm

When Jimin knew about your crush on him, you didn't expect him to invite you to his apartment and to get rid of your clothes once there, but you surely don't mind at all.

ꨄ︎ pairing: popular!jimin x inexperienced/fem!reader

ꨄ︎ genre: college au, friends to lovers, smut

ꨄ︎ word count: 4k

ꨄ︎ warnings: she's DOWN BAD, but jimin likes how in love she is with him, dom jimin/sub reader, praising & degradation, a bit of dumbification, unprotected sex, masturbation (f & m), brief anal play, lots of cum (as always), overstimulation, multiple orgasms.

a.n.: you ask and you shall receive 🫶🏻 call me!jk's next on the list :)

When Jimin discovered you had a big fat crush on him, it's not what you thought would happen.

You're not good at keeping secrets, even your own, so your friends knew all about your silly crush on Park Jimin — the godly handsome popular boy from your college.

You've never really talked to him, but it doesn't take you a lot to fall in love. To be frank, the only thing you share with him is a friend group and even then you've never had the chance to exchange more than three words with him.

Well, all of this has changed now. Never in a million years you'd have thought you'd step foot into his apartment, not even his bedroom, and surely not to have that type of conversation with him — if you can call it a conversation anyway.

But here you are, backing away as he steps forward, looking intensely into your eyes. He has such a serious expression on his face and you don't understand why he does, the only thing you know is that it's making your panties wet. Really wet.

"You'd do everything I ask, right?" His voice is soft, but also stern, making you swallow as stress rises up in your body; heart beating faster, hands slightly trembling, sweat forming on your forehead.

His simple presence makes you anxious, wishing you'll do nothing stupid that could make him lose interest in you. Don't disappoint him.

"Yes," you murmur, your stare fixated on him and your back eventually hitting the wall behind you. You don't want to run away from him — never would you — but you're not used to all of this.

Anything he asks, you'll do. Whatever it is; a crush, love, obsession, it doesn't matter because all you want to do is please him, to be the one who'll make his day better, to be the one he'll think about just before going to sleep.

He already does those things for you, so why not do them for him, too.

"Good girl," he praises and your face immediately heats up. Hearing that from him makes you happy and you want to continue being good for him.

Up close to him like that you can see how beautiful he truly is, reminding you just how much you love him, how hard your heart beats for him.

His dark brown eyes are disconcertingly soft and his lips are round, big — looking so pillowy, so inviting. You don't feel indifferent under his gaze, that's what you like the most about it; how unique you are when he looks at you because you have to be if you catch Park Jimin's attention.

It's so hard to be that close to him and not having the permission to touch him. You'd love to feel the smoothness of his skin or have your fingers run through his thick, shiny blond hair. You like the contrast between his dark eyebrows and the bleached colour of his hair, it makes them stand out more.

"Come here, sweet thing," he tells you in a raspy voice, his tone low and making you shiver in desire. You take one step and your breaths are already mingling together, your head tilted up to look at him. "Let's get those clothes off, hm? Isn't that a good idea?"

You eagerly nod your head at him, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as his hands come to grip your white blouse. He expertly pops out the buttons one by one, your eyes following his movements closely, his touch making you feel hotter and hotter.

His fingers are adorned in many chunky silver rings, his nails are cut short and a small tattoo is hiding on the side of his index finger of his left hand. Veins are apparent on his hands going all down to his forearms, making them look so sinful and strong — the epitome of lust itself.

He opens the button that shows your breasts supported by your bra, the contact of his skin against yours making your heart skip a beat. "Your hands are so cold," you whisper to him, shyly glancing up at his face.

He doesn't look back at you, his attention being fully on unbuttoning the piece of clothing, but he answers two simple words; "I know."

Your eyes go back down to his fingers, seeing that he only has one button left and he doesn't hesitate to pop it out. He slides the material off your shoulders, throwing it away on the floor of his bedroom.

You're left in your skirt, and even though you feel very vulnerable right now with your chest out, you're impatient for him to discover the lower half of your body, too. So far, you aren't disappointing him, which feels good.

He unzips your skirt and tugs it down, falling down at your feet. You shrug it away, Jimin admiring your half nude body with his beautiful almond-eyes.

"Look at how pretty you are," he compliments. "And all for me."

You sheepishly smile when hearing these words, turned on he's addressing you as his, as if everything you do and think is about him. And he'd be right about that.

His hands hovers just over your hips, his fingertips tracing the shape of your curves, going up and down so slowly, making goosebumps appear on your skin.

Your chest heaves rapidly and the temperature of the room starts to get higher, leaving you breathless and flustered. This moment is very intimate and him being able to see what kind of underwear you wear is so, so personal.

Underclothes are like a secret you only reveal to the people you trust the most and this status doesn't go to anyone, it applies to a very selective handful of people. And in some cases, to only one person.

Jimin being this person is just unbelievable, and there's nobody else you'd let see you like that. Nobody, only him.

His hands sneak behind you to reach the clip of your bra and he swiftly unhooks it. Your eyes are on him, scared to look away for a second, as the garment falls on the ground. Your nipples harden from the cold air hitting them, Jimin's stare on them.

He licks his lips and gently cups your breasts, cutting your breath short. "How cute are they, mh?" He asks in a honeyed voice, melting your heart, taking your sanity away bit by bit.

He pinches your buds between his fingers, making them even harder, slowly circling them. You softly whine, feeling your stomach twist from the sensations he procures to you by playing with your nipples. They point at him, perky and erected, and he smirks, enjoying how they seem to really like him.

His hands descend along your stomach, your muscles twitching under his cold fingertips, teasing the band of your panties. It's when his eyes shift up to your face, maybe asking for permission or just to check up on you, that your heart jumps in your chest.

He passes his digit over the bow sewn on your underwear then teasingly going under the material, threatening to remove it. "Do you mind?" His question comes out low and breathy, his hands starting to get impatient.

"No..." You're quick to respond, shaking your head from side to side. It's all he needs before he tugs on your panties, sliding them down your legs.

You're now completely bared in front of him, his lustful eyes roaming over your body, making you feel really small under his gaze. His hand comes really close to your heat, but he only brushes his fingers against your pussy, tricking you into thinking he's going to touch you down there.

"Sweet girl, go sit on the bed for me, m'kay?" he softly demands, laying his palm on your naked hip. "Can you do that?"

You nod your head and he steps aside to let you walk to his bed placed in the corner of his room. He watches you crawl to one end of the mattress, turning around to sit on your butt.

It's not long until he joins you, a little grin gracing his plump pink lips. As he walks up to you, he gets rid of his t-shirt, revealing to you his 'nevermind' tattoo drawn on his rib cage that you'd only ever heard rumours about. Now you know it really exists and you find it absolutely stunning on him, making him look much sexier.

He removes his jeans too, but you're taken aback when he drags his boxers with them as well. His cock springs free and you can't ignore the heat you feel between your legs — it's burning.

You can't help but stare at it with rounded eyes. He's fully erected and just the fact that you're the cause of it, makes you so aroused. He's average, but girthy and curved and really ... agitated.

It twitches before you and you look at it with so much admiration — his cock is so pretty, you didn't think you'd have been so turned on by just seeing one.

But it's Jimin after all. Everything about him is perfect, pretty and hot.

He takes the other end of the bed, leaning his back against the wall. You start moving to come to him, but he stops you. "No, you stay right there, sweetheart."

"Why?" You pout, offended. You want to touch him, that's literally the only thing you want, you think. How can you not when his erection looks so hard and painful, leaking so much pre-cum just inches away from you?

"'Cause I'm gonna watch you," he explains softly, wrapping his palm around his pulsating cock. "And you're gonna watch me, sweet girl."

Oh.

He passes his left hand through his hair, getting the blond strands away from his almond shaped eyes, a watch crowning his wrist. Jimin really loves jewelry and you love it on him.

He gets comfortable, parting his legs a bit wider. You swear you have the most sinful scenery happening in front of your eyes and god, it makes your clit throb so hard.

"Don't be shy, baby," he smiles, eyes glinting, playful or maybe mischievous... "Show me your little pussy," he says and you can't deny him.

So you open your legs a bit hesitant, but you still do it. You lean against the other wall, keeping your knees bent and positioning two fingers beside your drenched cunt.

Jimin grins at the sight, lips parted as his eyes are strained down on your pussy, so much arousal leaking from it. "You're literally soaking wet. Didn't know you loved me that much," he teases and your face heats up again from embarrassment. He was never supposed to find out, but you surely won't complain right now.

"I've just... wanted this for so long," you confess in a quiet voice, slowly rubbing your pussy lips to get in the mood, carefully avoiding your clit.

He squeezes his cock, his eyes closely following your fingers, biting down on his plump bottom lip. "You should've told me, this would've happened much sooner..." He whispers back, making you fantasize about everything that could have happened if only you had the courage.

You run your hand over your tummy going up to your chest, brushing over your hard nipples. You love the small friction it creates, still a bit too shy to do more than roll the sensitive buds under your palm.

Jimin loves it, too. He grips his cock, tugging at it slightly, mimicking the same pace as you; slow and steady.

You whimper when you place a digit on your throbbing clit, beginning to draw tight circles on it. He looks at your pussy intently, his breath quickening each time your legs tremble from the pleasure or when you open your legs wider, desperate to feel more than just your small fingers.

When he stares at you, it's like he wants to get something from you — probably sexual, naively hoping it's more — and his gaze makes you shudder, ready to kneel before him, to give him everything he needs.

Oh, you definitely feel like the luckiest girl in the world right now. He chose you, not some other girl, you. You have to be special.

He fucks his fist as you toy with your bud of nerves, head rolling back and hitting the wall behind, hooded eyes focused on his hand running up and down his hard cock. You moan sweetly and he grunts at the melodic sounds, tightening his grip around his length.

He looks so good and it literally turns you crazy how far he is from you, and yet, you're both masturbating on the same bed. You grope one of your tit, palming it and kneading it in your hand, pussy clenching at the sight of Jimin stroking his wet cock.

"Please, Jimin," you whine desperately, clearly showing how needy and eager you are for him. "Let me touch you, or whatever you want, but please-"

He frowns, shaking his head, cutting you off. "No, you heard me, sweet thing," he begins, voice breathy. "Be a good girl and keep playing with your little pussy, mh?" He asks and his answer doesn't please you, but you have to behave.

You sigh, but you nod your head in agreement nonetheless. It's such a shame, you know for a fact that his cock would slip right away in your hole at how wet it is for him. He would stretch you out so well, you just want to feel him against your walls. Is it too much to ask?

So you do what you're told to, rubbing your clit in quick circles and pulling on your nipples, stimulating them with your palm. You arch your back and moan obscenely, bringing yourself close to the edge.

"Yeah, sweetheart. That's it, fuck," he groans, throwing his head back. His lips are parted, letting out heavy breaths and deep moans as he watches you pleasuring yourself. "Good girl, such a good girl for me," he praises, the words coming out a bit mindlessly, drunk on the way you rub your clit avidly and how your wetness drips down to your ass, skin glistening under the light of his bedroom.

He tugs on his cock, the skin of his penis moving up and down as he fucks his hand. You feel it building up at the pit of your stomach too quickly, and you suddenly stop, not wanting to cum too soon.

As you stop, you grope your boobs again instead, waiting a little before starting back up with your swollen clit. Jimin hisses, halting his movement, too, covering the slit of his tip with his thumb.

"Are you edging yourself, baby?" He chuckles, rubbing his digit over his slit, spreading his pre-cum around his dark pink head.

"Mh-hm," you nod your head, passing your fingers over your pussy lips. "Wanna cum with you," you say in a pouty voice, letting out a quiet whimper as you pinch on your sensitive nipples.

"Aw, what a cute girl," he coos, a smirk forming on his lips. "You will, now just keep going, okay?" He instructs and you execute yourself, resuming the tight circles you were drawing on your clit.

"Okay," you breathe out.

Yes, you want to orgasm at the same time as him, but you also don't want this to end. It's like one of your wet dreams came to life and you want it to last as long as possible, enjoy every second of it.

You could edge yourself for hours, you don't care. You could stop every time you feel it coming, moving your fingers away from your puffy clit, feeling it pulsating so hard like you actually have a heartbeat there.

But every dream must come to an end. You have to eventually wake up from it, even though you wish you would never.

Jimin gets his hair away from his face again, little strands sticking to his forehead. His chest and shoulders are coated in a thin layer of sweat, like you know your back is as well. Damp and hot, that's how your skin feels like.

You dip two fingers in your pussy slightly just to bring some of your arousal up to your clit, making the circles smoother and kind of sticky.

He wets his dried lips with his pink tongue, grunting as he accelerates the pace of his palm around his engorged cock. He drags the loose skin of his dick up and down with every thrust, the muscles of his abs flexing as he controls himself, following attentively your fingers moving in circles over your poor, swollen clit.

"Ah, Jimin," you moan out, knitting your eyebrows together while you work hard on your bud, bringing yourself back over the edge. You're so desperate at this point, you just want to see him ejaculate and make a mess on himself, knowing it's all because of you.

"Come on, sweetheart. You've been so good," he tells you with his low, raspy voice, always honeyed and pleasant to the ear. "Cum with me," he insists and you want it so bad.

"Yes, please, please," you beg, as if he hadn't already given you the permission to, but it comes out instinctively. "Oh, my god-!" You cry out, rubbing fast circles on your clit until your body jerks forward, hips bucking against your hand.

Jimin grits his teeth, sucking air through them as he gives quick, short strokes to his thick cock. Seeing you cumming in front of his eyes riles him up, toes curling as he breathes heavily, plushy lips parted.

"Yes, yes," you sigh, toying with your clit to ride out your high, eyes fixated on Jimin's hand going up and down his length really fast.

"Aah, fuck," he curses under his breath, the knot at the pit of his stomach finally ripping off. His cock jerks in his hand, spurting out long, thick ropes of white cum, landing on his tummy.

His hand slows down, doing long and steady strokes to get everything out. He squeezes his grip and little white beads spill out from his sticky tip, dribbling down over Jimin's hand.

You swallow as you watch the whole scene, his cum slowly dripping down over his abs, falling onto his dark pubic hair. You tell yourself that this isn't enough, that you want — need more. More sex, more of Jimin.

You then totally act on your impulses, getting up on your knees and straddling Jimin's lap. He keeps his mouth agape, eyebrows frowned as he looks at you gripping his cock and aligning it with your entrance.

His hands hover over your hips, clenching into fists when you sink down on him. "Shit," he chokes on his word, watching his cock covered in his cum disappearing into your wet pussy. "Fuck, sweet thing, don't- oh, god."

The overstimulation is painful, but you both love it.

He lifts up his head and your eyes connect, your arms wrapped around his strong shoulders. His pupils are dilated and he looks so good like this; sweaty, breathless and out of his mind.

You immediately start jumping on his cock, honestly not really knowing what you're doing, but it feels incredible, so you continue. Jimin lets you use him, his head rolling back, holding onto your hips.

His fingers have heated up, now warm, only the silver of his rings being cold against your burning skin. You bounce on his dick with so much energy you even surprise yourself, but Jimin's whiny moans encourage you to keep going, wanting to feel his hot cum deep into you badly.

"Jumping on my cock like a little slut..." He groans, guiding your hips on his lap, doing fast grind motions. "You're no sweet girl," he says, one hand running down to the small of your back, sneaking down to your ass. "You're a fucking whore," Jimin rasps out, dipping the tip of his middle finger in your tight hole.

You gasp, but keep riding him like your life depends on it. You just want to cum around him, though, and you'll do it because damn it, you deserve it. Jimin might be right; you must be a slut, but god, does it feel good to be one. Especially when Jimin's your client — hypothetically.

"Only... only for you," you manage to respond, mouth open to let out your lewd moans. He keeps teasing your ass, slightly stretching it out with his thumb now. You're ashamed to admit it, but feeling him filling up your other hole turns you totally hysteric.

"Hm? What did you say, baby?" Jimin wonders, looking at you with hooded eyes, lust dancing in them.

"I'm a slut," you reply in a whiny voice. "But only for you," you state and it makes Jimin chuckles, a lopsided smile plastered on his face. You're so down bad for him, he likes it — feeds off of it.

"That's right," he approves, collecting some of your arousal on his digit. "Only for me, sweetheart. Just for me," he repeats while circling your rim with the pad of his finger covered in your wetness.

You moan in response, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He then smacks your ass, groping the bouncing flesh after, his cool rings brushing against your skin.

You grind on him, your hips going so fast Jimin has difficulty following up, your tits squished against his sweaty chest. His cock feels so good against your walls, your pussy clenching around him several times as you can't keep in your moans.

"I love it," you admit, not knowing how to keep your tongue in your mouth as your brain is all mushy right now. "Love your big cock, Jimin," you say drunkly, your mouth beside his ear.

"Yeah? Like my cock in your tight little pussy?" He asks, pulling you away from his neck, making you face him by having a grip on your hair.

"Yes, love it so much," you cry, sinking your nails into the skin of his back, leaving small crescent forms.

"Then I'mma fucking give it to you, baby."

You moan out loudly when Jimin thrusts up into you, his feet sinked into the mattress as he fucks you hard and deep. Your ass bounces as he snaps his hips against yours, balls slapping your wet pussy. You cry on top of him, his cock sliding up so easily as you're dripping wet, on the verge of your orgasm.

His head hits your sweet spot so deliciously, making you see stars. "Oh, gosh, I'm gonna cum," you hurriedly warn him, boobs also jiggling at the intensity of Jimin's thrusts.

"Fuck, me too, sweetheart," he breathes out shakily, gripping your hips tightly, fingers digging into your damp skin.

You lay your hands on his shoulders, arching your back as his thick cock keeps brushing over your sensitive spot inside of you. You soon cum around him, pussy clenching around him repeatedly and thighs shaking beside his body.

Your walls closing tightly around him is his last stroke and his hips steady. His cock twitches and he releases himself deep into your cunt, shooting long strings of cum against your walls.

You lazily grind on him, driving off both of your highs, limbs trembling.

You look down where your bodies connect and you see his cum has fallen down all over yourselves at how much there was. Your inner thighs are covered as well as his pelvis and balls.

You slowly lift up your hips and his cock slips out of you, slapping down on his stomach. You're both trying to catch your breaths, looking into each other's eyes, perhaps thinking about the right thing to say.

You drop yourself beside him on the bed and he passes his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a warm and soft embrace. He kisses the top of your head and you smile, placing your palm down on his chest.

"Was really good, but we need to clean ourselves." Jimin says, getting out of bed. You get a glimpse of the big tattoo on his back; the cycle of the moon and the two other drawings above his elbows before he turns around. "Coming with me?" He proposes.

You nod your head, biting down on your lip to refrain a smile. "Yeah."

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a.n.: hope it was good?!!?!? 🥺 idk came straight from my fantasy so... but anyway just wanna say i start uni in like a week so if call me doesn't come as soon, it's normal (if it comes soon y'all need to scold me because my stupid lazy brain has to study). i hate school, but hey, maybe... enemies to lovers?! that'd be cool

[stevesbipanic]

To my most lovely @undreaming-fanfiction Happy Valentine's Day love youuuu 💕💕💕 I hope I managed to do all three of your prompts justice (small routines, learning new things about each other, and ghosts of your past) ENJOY!!!!! And Ty @artbean for putting this together 💕💕💕

After five years together there's not a lot of things Eddie doesn't know about Steve.

He knows that Steve likes to colour co-ordinate the calendar on their fridge and that his favourite day of the month is the first since he gets to write out everything on a clean slate.

He also knows that Steve has a particular way he does his hair, and that it was a big deal just seeing it done let alone being taught how to do it, it helps he now knows Steve loves a good head scratch.

He knows that Steve is an early riser and always goes on a run, but will shower and curl back in bed with him if Eddie is still asleep.

He knows that there's an order to how and when he checks on their family. The Sinclairs are first, making sure he's waited until Lucas should be back from training and Erica back from Tracey's, calling there too if there's a sleepover. Next is the Wheelers, Nancy promising him they're all ok if they're visiting and Mike letting him know if she's available that night if she's at college. Then the Hendersons, Claudia inviting him to dinner in the background as Dustin regales his day. Max is next, letting Steve know if she wants to stay over that night. The Byers are the end of the kids, El and Will promising him it's really over. Wayne is near the end, back from his shift safe and sound. Before they dated Eddie was during this time too, helping him to sleep just hearing Steve's voice. Robin is last and she'll be on the line until they're both safely in dreamland.

Eddie loves learning new things about Steve, especially when now they're further and far between. It comes as a suprise when it's something as simple as tea that teaches him something new about his sweetheart.

They're visiting Steve's grandma, who was a lot cooler about the whole boyfriend thing than Steve's parents were.

"Your grandpa, Otis, had a friend, Freddie, who kept a picture of his boy in his pocket, would've gotten him in a lot of trouble back then but love like that was worth dying for."

She had been I'll lately so him and Steve had taken a drive up to visit her, now living in a retirement home in Indy. She was a riot in Eddie's opinion, and made a mental note to make sure they visited her more, he was happy to drive them, anything for Steve.

They were halfway through a game of Scrabble, where Eddie had successfully convinced Steve that Megadeth should be allowed (it shouldn't), when the question was raised.

Edith, yes Eddie also got a delight out of the fact that they shared a name, buzzed her nurse who popped her head in knowing there were visitors.

"Everything good, Eds?" Eddie's eyes twinkled in mischief, he was teasing Steve about the name similarities when they got home.

"A spot of tea, darling? I'm parched and I'm sure these lovely boys are too. Steve, sweetheart?"

"Oh yes, milk and two sugars please, but cubes on the side instead of scoops of it's not trouble."

Eddie's heart skipped a beat at his answer, "Eddie, you want a tea?"

"Oh um, yes, same as him, please ma'am."

"Such polite boys, we need more grandsons like you visiting," she laughed leaving to make the tea. It was surely just a coincidence that Steve took his tea like that, he's sure plenty of people do.

The real suprise came when the tea was set down, cubes on the side, and Steve picked one up and mixed it in, leaving the other alone. The game continued, Eddie eyeing that lone cube, a similar one on his own saucer. When Steve took his last sip of tea he picked up the cube and popped it into his mouth, crunching it. Eddie did the same.

"Done that since you were a kid, always a sweet tooth."

Steve laughed, "It's how my nanny did it when we played tea party with Carol."

Edith smiled, "She was a lovely woman, shamed they moved outta town."

Something settled deep in Eddie's heart. The rest of the afternoon it sat there, and through the goodbyes and hugs, all through the drive home too.

Eddie didn't mention it as they made dinner, Steve doing the chopping and as always Eddie dutifully stirring. The feeling sat there through the night as they watched tv, curled up in a blanket built for one not two. Nothing was brought up as they cleaned up, Steve washing, Eddie drying. It wasn't until bed, in the safety and quiet of their room that Eddie asked.

"Your nanny? What was she like?"

Steve's eyes lit up, "Oh she was the best, noone as good before her and no-one as good after. She loved taking me to the park, sometimes if his dad said it was ok her son would come too, he was fun, built the best sandcastles. She always baked me cookies too, especially if Carol was coming over for a tea party. And she would tell me the little extra sugar was a treat and that I should always have something a little sweet in life."

Eddie's eyes were tearing up by the time Steve finished, "Eds, baby are you ok?"

"What was her name?"

Steve's eyebrows crinkled, "Sarah, why? Oh." He said, remembering the dark curls that surrounded her face, the ones on her son, the boy laying across from him.

"Your mum, oh Eds, so when the tea? I'm sorry." Steve knew about his mum and how when she died it left Eddie all alone.

"Can't believe in five years, we've never had tea," a wet chuckle followed Eddie's words.

A sad smile graced Steve's face, "We should have more, need a bit more sweetness in my life."

Eddie smiled at him, "Knew there was a reason I called you sweetheart, and I clearly won you over with my awesome sandcastles."

A laugh burst out of Steve and that sound was sweeter than any sugar Eddie could eat.

[novalizinpeace]

remember when the MLP fandom started and there were tutorials in how to make cutiemarks and write them right?

I came with something

Let's start saying something important: I'M NOT A EXPERT, 'm just someone that had been in fandoms for 13 years, and created characters even before that, so i had already fall for that rock a lot of creators falls when they start, i think i can help you evade some of then on the road. This is not a perfect tutorial, but i hope i help someone in my audience with their critters (and future projects).

So, now, first point: What is a powertag?

In the Smiling Critters we can see they have some kind of decoration/pendant in their necks, a pretty tag that defined their personalites, some are clear (like Bobby's, 'cause a heart is a simple representation of emotions) and some are less specific (like Crafty, that even when is a flower she isn't related to plant, but to colours, so the flower part of her tag isn't the important part, but the colours in it)

This of course is a reference to Carebears, where the toys got a different pattern in their bellies related to their personalities.

BUT, we're not going to used the Carebears as example here, we're going to use another children cartoon with symbolism in their characters.

'cause yes, i like more how the cutie marks work, and i think i would also work here.

So, with that clear, let start!

1-The character

YOU NEED TO ALREADY HAVE A IDEA OF A CHARACTER, You can't start with the ''i want a dog with a bone as tag'' and hope that everything goes right, you first need to write the character without thinking in the tag. Give him a personality, likes and dislike, actittude, hopes and dreams, thinks this first.

2- What do you want to make important?

In the idea of your character, you can take a point in their personality and make it their principal trait, that's what we're going to use to make the tag (and the future power).

In my case, let use the troublemaker trait.

3- Look for symbolisms in internet

theres a LOT of ways to interpreted a trait, but google is a good helper if you don't have a clear idea of what symbolism can work for your character.

or, if you already have a idea of what symbol do you want to use for the character, see in google is said symbol can work with your trait, if not, take what google tell you about your symbol and put it in your character to keep the tag.

in my case, i already know how to use it based in what google told me, so let go to the next point.

4- the power and the name.

Just like in MLP, names are related to the tag, some are literal (dogday) and some don't (Bubba, that can be a reference to bulb), so you know the name need to be related to the tag somehow.

First let see how my tag work for my character. You see, she's a troublemaker, but also a racoon, that are know to be thieves, so if she's also lazy but smart, what would you think would be useful for her?

Something that prevent her to work a lot to get what she want, maybe a whip?

But wait, where's the spiritual part of the tag like google said?

Well, what if she doesn't take possesions, BUT souls?

She get the souls out of the bodies and tada! A mindless body that she can boss around like a servant, a perfect tag for a villian.

With this in mind, her name would be Lizy Spiral, Making a game of word with the words ''lazy'' and 'spirit''

Just be creative and work with what you can get, there's a lot of thing you can take to make a tag and the powers work, just go wild and make something good.

Extra point - don't stop yourself!

Just like in MLP, i can already see a lot of tags been repeated between Ocs, and yeah, this isn't a problem! A symbol can be interprete in a lot of different ways, you and i aren't going to see the same thing in a apple, i for example don't see just a fruit, but i see sharing ('cause apple are usually eat by cutting them in pieces), that's why my picky have a tag that can be used like backpag, 'cause i don't just see her like someone how eat, but i see her like someone how like to share the food she like with her friends, so it logical for me to give her something were she could keep all the food she want for an emergency.

Just thing out of the circle, see more in one object and go with what you think is good. And remember, have fun!

[yourangel137]

Imagine making out with Diluc and accidentally pulling his hair only for him to like it.. a lot

I love Diluc and I couldn't help writing about pulling his gorgeous hair

Genre: Suggestive

Pair: Diluc X GN!reader

Warnings: making out.... Lots of it

Word count: 668

Summary: Spoiling your sweet boyfriend never ended this well before

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You feel so spoiled all the time with a boyfriend like Diluc. He always seems to know exactly what you love, spoiling you with everything you want. Last time it was simply a shirt you thought looked cool, he bought it for you almost instantly with the usual phrase: “Don’t mention it, it’s just a shirt.” He seems to love seeing your happy expression every time he gifts you something, but that’s exactly why he also keeps doing it. Today you decided to spoil Diluc for once, thanking him for all his love and attention by giving him his favourite food, his favourite perfume and watching your favourite series together.

You’re able to give him the butterflies he rarely feels and the smiles he rarely shows. Your kind gestures makes his cheeks flush a soft pink colour, and his palms slightly more sweaty than usual. His mind is filled with you and only you, simply because you spoil him for a day. “Is this how you feel when I spoil you?” He asks, his eyes focus on your lips while his brain goes wild with thoughts on how to possibly thank you for such a great day. “Yes Diluc, I do feel like that when you spoil me too~ It feels nice doesn’t it?”

“Mhm...”

Your cheeks flush a bit once you notice the look in his eyes, the look of want and love. Before you could comment on it, he leans in and gives your lips a soft kiss. “Thank you...” Diluc simply says before he leans in once again to give your lips another kiss, this one deeper than the other, his hands cupping your cheeks gently. You didn’t think he would become so touchy after simply being spoiled for a day, but the neediness in his kisses makes you realize this might not have been such a bad thing to do. While his tongue fights its way inside your mouth, your brain shuts down and your heart beats faster. His hands, once cupping your cheeks now make their way down your body, asking for more in a simple yet very effective way. Without a second thought you break the kiss and climb on top of his lap, putting your arms around his neck and continuing the make out session. You can’t help but let out soft noises while his hands do their magic on your body and his tongue fights for dominance with your own.

You feel his hands slip under your top, simply touching your bare waist with his warm hands. Simple touches like these always seem to make you want more and Diluc knows that. He breaks the kiss with a chuckle, “Want more? You’re moaning quite some.” He says with a cocky smirk. You lean in again and softly nibble on his lower lip, causing him to groan softly, you too know exactly what makes him more needy. “Maybe..” You answer, giving him a small chuckle too before you continue the make out. Your hands untie Diluc's hair-tie, letting his hair down after it being tied the whole day. You softly stroke through his hair while his lips still desperately seek yours. Accidentally you tuck on his luscious locks, having your fingers tangled in one of his knot. Expecting him to comment on it, you hesitantly remove your hands from his hair, but what you didn’t expect was the loud groan of pleasure coming from Diluc. ‘He likes it?’ You ask yourself, testing it out again, softly tucking on his locks of red and hearing yet another gorgeous, needy groan. You pull away from his mouth, eyes wide seeing his appearance before you. His cocky smirk is gone, instead his cheeks are flushed red and his eyes are half lidded from pleasure. “Oh? Did my boyfriend enjoy his hair being tucked?”

“Shut up and just kiss me again.”

You smirk, it seems this new information can be used more often in such situations. You’ll be sure to remember this for next time.

Hope u like it <3

Much love,

Angel

Posted on: 22-05-2023

[miwhotep]

7 REASONS WHY MILVERTON CAN STILL BE ALIVE

Reading @diveintovortex 's recent post, I again, got inspired to make an analysis why Milverton can still be alive. I already did one like this before, related to the main antagonist of the James Bond universe, Ernst Stavro Blofeld, but today's post will rely heavily on the manga. Here, I will raise seven points why Milverton might not gone yet and we can suspect to see him again.

1, CHARACTER DESIGN

Milverton is one of the most detailed, most bothersome to draw characters of Yuumori (especially with that hair). If we look more deeply into the manga, we can see that the characters who only appeared for a few chapters - like Whiteley - are always designed in a more simple way. Milverton's character design has too much work in it, it wouldn't worth it if this was all the storytime he got. Milverton's distinct look suggests that he was meant to be much more than just a plot-device overall, he is a character on his own who still has hella lot of potential in him.

2, EYE COLOUR

Yes, I can list it under the point above as well - but I wanna focus on this a little more. Only three characters has unnatural, symbolic eye colours in the series: William, the main character, his brother, Louis - who gets important later on - and Milverton. Considering this tendency, his eye colour - beside it referencing snakes - also implies that Milverton is an important character - again: a character, not a plot-device - but Milverton was mostly just a plot-device yet, whose role was getting Sherlock and William face each other. Maybe, just like Louis, he gets important later on.

3, THE LITTLE TRIVIAS

Milverton has some, for the plot, seemingly irrelevant trivia the manga just casually drops at us - like his branch firm in New York. This New York connection gets interesting since Sherliam also ended up in New York. Was this just a coincidence? Or we will come back to this in Part 2?

4, THE RUSKIN SCENE

Ruskin, unlike Milverton was never meant to be an important character - his character design got re-used from The Adventure of One Student and we didn't even get to know his first name - but the manga still gave him a little focus at the end of Two Criminals, where we can see him searching for Milverton instead of saving himself from the burning house. He most likely survived and I'm sure there was a reason his love for Milverton got some attention in that chapter. I used to speculate that it was to forecast that he will get back to get revenge for his boss later - but again, his character design doesn't suggest he is an important character. On the other hand, that scene could be also to hint that Ruskin will save Milverton. Ruskin is not stupid - he could suspect what happened from the open door where Milverton jumped out - and that door could also provide the fastest way for Ruskin to leave the about-to-crash house. Not much time passed since Milverton got shot who could survive if Ruskin gets him out of the water in time. If he jumped into the water to escape, he might've found Milverton as well.

5, THE WATER PARALLEL

This point was suggested by @shreddedleopard during one of our talks whom I fully credit the idea to. Milverton keeps paralelling William in poses, methods - and even in "death": William "died" by falling into the water, too. If this was meant to be yet another parallel between the two, that also suggests that Milverton as well, might turn out to be alive.

6, SHERLOCK AND THE CONSEQUENCES OF HIS MURDER

Milverton's body was never found what let Sherlock escape from the consequences of the murder. However, this might not be the true reason why his body never got found - Milverton's death was actually too bothersome if it was meant to be only for this. It would've been simplier if he just got shot, dying inmediately and his body getting burned with the house and Sherlock could've get away with the murder in this case, too. Milverton also didn't got shot in the heart, but suffered injuries what he could survive if he gets treated in time. If the writer truly wanted us to fully believe that Milverton is dead, it could've been done easily with a heartshot.

7, YUUMORI IS A SHERLOCK HOLMES ADAPTATION

Despite that Moriarty the Patriot gets inspiration from other places than Sherlock Holmes stories - like the James Bond universe or The Dark Knight movie - it's still a story focusing on Sherlock Holmes characters - and the most iconic Sherlock villain beside Moriarty, Irene Adler or Moran is Charles Augustus Milverton... who still has lot of potential. And beside him, who could be the next antagonist in Part 2? The other Sherlock villains who didn't get used yet aren't as much of a big names. That's another point what can suggest that Milverton's arc is still unfinished.

Milverton not getting enough attention in Part 1 despite he clearly implied to be an important character was due to putting too much focus on him could complicate or even get the attention away from the Moriarty Plan what was the main theme of the series in Part 1. Maybe what we saw about Milverton yet was just an introduction and now, that we already know how dangerous and evil he can be, we can see more of his evil in Part 2. Because I'm sure if he is alive, he is ready to commit even bigger atrocities what we could imagine.

[fieldofdaisiies]

Azriel x Reader | Till Death Do Us Part? pt. I

type: angst warning(s): depressive thoughts, gloomy word count: 2k words summary: based on this request: Azriel is shattered over the loss of his mate, his life no longer makes sense until one day when he sees her again. He cannot believe his eyes–this is his mate. Only problem she does not remember him or what they once had and moreover is now part of his sworn nemesis’ court–the Autumn Court. 

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"And knowledge is…"

"Power," you finish for the High Lord. A proud smile spreads over your face when he claps his hands once. The pebbles underneath his boots crunch when Eris, High Lord of the Autumn Court, turns towards you, a proud smirk grazing his handsome face. 

“Very good,” he says, silent admiration etched into his features when he gives you a once over. One of your colleagues next to you groans lowly and immediately comes face to face with Eris’s dagger.

“Anything you would like to say, Varton?” Eris cautions, sinister threat grazing every line of his face. The male shudders, standing stiff, his shoulders straight, in the next moment. You deign him a small glance from the side, holding back a chuckle – he looks like a picture of misery. 

Even if Eris was nothing like his father, all the warriors, guards and staff at the Autumn Court were slightly terrified of their High Lord’s rage and what he would be capable of. Eris, deep in his heart, is good. But he has a hard time letting this show. It is not easy for him to let go of his former demeanor, he wants to be this hard, strong ruler who never shows weakness. 

Well, he has one weakness. And that is his royal guard, his spymaster, you. 

Over the years you have been working for him, after your sudden arrival —you just woke up one day, with no remembrance or knowledge of the past, only your name was there, but you did not know what has happened before that moment and so Eris has taken you in, immediately seeing your potential and powers— you both have grown very close, forming something like a deep friendship. 

You like him. You like him a lot, as a friend. And a friend only. Eris, he likes you a lot too, as a friend, his only friend, his best friend. Nothing more. His heart belongs to a forest nymph who still does not deign the High Lord a glance which makes him frustrated and you love to mock him about it. 

Still, he loves to tease you, you love to tease him — it is this flirty banter between the two of you that has been going on for years. 

There is no more meaning behind it, just the two of you having fun. You, for some reason, have never had more feelings for him and somehow, something also restricts you from it. Like there is something inside of you, clamping down and holding you back when you allow yourself to think about Eris and what could be. Like you heart or soul could not allow this.

“A word,” Eris says in a stern voice, dismissing the others and waving you towards him. He also, thankfully fetches you back to reality, because you once again have found yourself lost in thoughts that often kept you awake at might. Why your heart is yearning for something but you don’t know what it is. 

Crossing the muddy ground, covered in pebbles, you stop right in front of your High Lord, tipping your head back an inch so you can look up at him. He smiles and so do you.

“Phenomenal performance today,” he praises and you feel you cheeks fill with colour. “As usual, so that should be nothing new to hear.”

Now the corner of his mouth tips up and he watches the splotches on your cheeks redden even more. He loves that — loves how easy you get all flustered over a simple compliment. You might be his only friend, Eris thinks, as he doesn’t really have other people who he lets so close, except for his brothers. But they are family, you are…his friend, his spymaster, his guard on outings. 

“You wanted to have a word with me, High Lord?” you ask, hoping the warmth in your cheeks will finally calm. 

“Ah, yes,” Eris says and momentarily looks past you, seeming like he is observing something but when you hear a soft giggle you know that a certain forest nymph has once again stolen his attention. 

With a sheepish smile on his lips, Eris turns back to you, taking a short moment to order his thoughts. “We are leaving for he Night Court in around an hour, try to be ready by then.”

Night Court. Whenever Eris has mentioned it in the past years, curiosity has sparked inside of you. You have never seen it but it feels like you are drawn there, like something is pulling you there — like an odd tug on your chest.

Anticipation sparks inside of you and you nod your head frantically, already planning out what you will wear. You would love to wear a dress, a gown with sparkly elements and laces or satin. But as the High Lord’s royal guard and loyal spymaster you have to wear your appropriate attire — a dark green tunic, dark green pants and boots or the polished black. 

It will do and maybe you are allowed to wear your sleeveless tunic since it is summer in the solar courts. You obviously know this. You know many things, working as the High Lord's spymaster.

“We will be meeting with them in the Court of Nightmares.” You shudder slightly at the name, your former excitement forgotten for a moment — which place has the word nightmare in it? It must be a dark and cruel place where no happiness survives for long. 

Eris must have noticed your slight reluctancy, your nose probably scrunched, and he chuckles lowly. “The place sounds worse than it is. It is a dark hole, but there are worse places in Prythian.”

That only brings you little relief, but you laughing lightly you bow your head. “Alright, at least it is not the worst place in Prythian.”

Once you have returned to your chambers, in the east wing of the forest house, you take your time to prepare. You choose the sleeveless tunic, and turn your hair into milkmaid braids, that you pin back and fix at the back. Everything is rounded up with a tint of mascara and lipstick. 

You like your appearance and once you return to your bedroom you really round up your look — two daggers are strapped to both your thighs, covered by the tunic. One smaller knife you shove into the bun where you braids are fixed, and another dagger goes into your boot and one has found its place on the inside of your tunic. As the High Lord’s spymaster and personal guard for that outing, the daggers are obligatory — you obviously have to be able to protect him.

“Shall we?” Eris asks once you arrive in the entrance hall of the Forest House, his appearance all High Lord like, a stunning expensive tunic complimenting his handsome face, just like the crown on top of his head. 

You can hardly contain your excitement and feel slightly confused about it. What is it about the Night Court that gets you so hyped for it? Is there something waiting for you?

Someone?

The former hesitance about the court of Nightmares is forgotten – your excitement having eroded all the other emotions.

It smells of damp earth, leaves, forest and autumn when mist swirls around you and Eris curls his hand tighter around yours until your feet lift from the ground and you become weightless. 

———Azriel ———

“Do I look like I care?” Azriel snaps and shoots Cassian, his brother who is standing next to him, an annoyed glance. Azriel is currently fixing the cuffs on his hands, harshly pulling on the straps.

“I thought you maybe prefer to stay up here.” The general shrugs his shoulders, regarding his brother for a moment. The shadowsinger’s shoulders are hunched, his expression sullen, his face blank.

“Does it matter what I prefer?” 

“Az,” Cassian stands quickly, moving over to his brother to clasp his shoulders in his hands. “Azriel, we all know how hard it is still for you. So maybe a celebration like this is—“ “Exactly what I need. It is a distraction. And it is all fine, let me get ready now, alright?”

Cassian can feel the temperature in the room drop at least one degree. Azriel’s expression is cold and unreadable and gives nothing away from how it looks inside of him. His heart is shattered into a million pieces, there is no hope for repair.

Azriel is a broken male, whose sole purpose in life is now to survive one day after the other while his soul slowly dies inside of him. He has lost the most important thing in his life so what is there to live for?

“When are we leaving?” “In ten,” Cassian says, shuddering. He has told Azriel that already. Three times. Azriel has started to forget many things, seemingly not really caring about most things anymore. That is why Rhys is also sending him on less missions, rather having him work at Velaris at different kinds of things.

Also all attempts of Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie trying to cheer the spymaster up and helping him take his mind off of you have failed. It is like he does not want to get help, like he wants to suffer.

Before Cassian leaves the room, his curls his fingers around Azriel’s upper arm, pulling him an inch closer and forcing him to look at him.  

Cassian locks his gaze with his brother’s, looking deep into the shadowsinger's eyes. "All this yearning and self-loathing will suffocate you one day.”

"If it reunites me with her, I will gladly accept this.” Azriel’s words are filled with pain, agony, sorrow…regret. His jaw is clenched when he rips his arm out of Cassian’s hold, turns on his heels, walks to the bathroom and slams the door shut behind him. He can’t stand it any longer. His throat burns, the back of his mouth aches when tears, tears he normally allows in the dead of the night, fill his eyes. 

Tapping his foot on the ground, Azriel observes the arriving citizens of the Hewn City, Feyre and Rhys sitting atop their throne, talking to Keir. Cassian is positioned next to the spymaster, his eyes on Nesta who is talking to him about…Azriel does actually not care. He averts his gaze, letting it stray through the room until they land on…Eris Vanserra.

Spoiled, idiotic git. He strolls through the door like he is the damn High Lord of the Court and not only Azriel is filled with disgust but so is Eris, who moves Nesta and inch closer and looks past his mate, at the cocky bastard who has just arrived. 

Feral delight grazes the High Lord of Autumn’s features when he looks around in the room, moving to the side and letting his entourage enter. His entourage that—

There is nothing left inside of Azriel — all live whooshes out of him the moment the last person steps into the room. His skin cools, so does the temperature in the room, there is a buzzing sound in his ears, like his ear drums are about to burst. 

“Azriel,” Cassian says louder, shaking his brother by his shoulder. “Azriel, what is it?” But the shadowsinger feels like he is falling six feet deep, the rug having pulled out from under his feet. A shudder courses through his body, when disbelief collides with dread inside of him.

He swallows thickly, the word like fire on his tongue when he says, “Y/N.”

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[theroseceleste]

Tango Teacher Miguel - Part 1

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You have decided to take up learning the tango, but the teacher you booked with is sick, so grumpy Miguel steps in...

18+ content! Minors DNI. Contains : mentions of oral, fingering, penetrative sex and mild praise.

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Word count : 3850

Enjoy! xx

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You half-walk, half-jog down a busy pavement in the city. Occasionally you glance down at your phone, while navigating between groups of people hurriedly; checking your map to see how much further you have to walk. Surely you’re not too far away now…

You’re on your way to a dance class, you want to take up learning the tango. After months of debating it in your mind you finally went for it and booked a beginners class with Mr. Gomez. However on your way there, you got held up and are running late, if only by a couple of minutes.

FINALLY! You find the building but the dance studio is on the third floor and you have to press a buzzer to be let in.

Standing at the top of the few steps above the street, you press your finger on the buzzer next to the number three. There was no name next to it so you start to worry that perhaps you were at the wrong place. You hear a click as if someone answers the buzzer but an obnoxious honk of a car horn in the street behind you blasts your ears at the same time.

“Hello!?” You shout out - you can never trust how well people hear you at the other end.

Suddenly you’re met with an impatient voice.

“YES! Who is it!?” It’s a man’s voice but strangely it doesn’t sound like Mr. Gomez, the man you spoke to yesterday.

You double-take at the console on the wall, now feeling certain you’re at the wrong place. However the phone says you’re in front of the studio so you state your name. Without another word from the man at the other end, you hear the door click as it unlocks. Two seconds later, you’re inside and the general bustle of the street dies down. You sigh as you look up at the flight of stairs you’ve got to climb.

Feeling slightly out of breath, you make it to the third floor. Pushing through the door signed as the dance studio you booked with, you breathe a sigh of relief, but that feeling doesn’t last for long.

You’re met with a tall, intense looking man. Broad shoulders, narrow waist and exuding dominance. He stands there in the middle of the wooden dance floor in his black long-sleeved shirt, and tight black trousers resting his hands on his hips as he waits. This is not Mr Gomez…

“You’re late.” The sulky voice fills the room as you settle your bag and coat down on a table.

“I’m sorry, I got held up in traffic.”

Stepping closer, you see his face a lot better. His body wasn’t silhouetted against the bright sun shining through the window in your new perspective. You do everything you can to stop your jaw from dropping at the sight of him.

His skin is a beautiful tanned colour, eyes are an enticing shade of a warm chocolate brown, lips full and very kissable - if he wasn’t pouting in a sulk. His silky smooth dark brown hair, slicked back at the top, but has curls at the back. Then you notice his cheekbones. His face looks like it was chiselled perfectly by the Gods. However his intense glare also matched the power of the same Gods who apparently made him in your mind.

He’s so tall! Must be nearly seven feet, you think to yourself. You’re about the average height for a woman. You wonder how this lesson is going to work with such a height difference...

“What happened to Mr. Gomez?” you ask this intense looking man.

“Sick - last minute. You’ll have to make do with me - Miguel.” His answer and introduction was short and to the point.

You feel his eyes search you, judging you? No, perhaps sizing you up for dancing with you. Yes, that’s more like it - you hope.

Earlier you chose to wear a simple white sleeveless shirt, a short-ish black skirt that hugs your hips, nude tights and Cuban heels - the shoes were the recommendation of Mr. Gomez. Your heart flutters at the thought that perhaps he was checking you out, but his lack of enthusiastic expression killed that idea pretty quickly.

Miguel leaves you standing in the middle of the dance floor. He saunters to the edge of the studio, hips swaying and his slightly heeled dance shoes clicked against the wooden flooring with every step.

“No partner?” he asks stiffly as he approaches his phone resting on another table and connects it wirelessly with the sound system.

“I’m single,” you reply, however you thought that was a strange question.

His eyes snap up to you from his phone.

“I meant no dance partner…” he explained flatly, thinking your response was a lame attempt at being funny with him. 

Your face suddenly feels hot. Of course he meant that! You wish the floor would swallow you whole after your words echo embarrassingly in your mind. You shudder and try to save yourself in this awkward conversation.

“I felt I would learn better in a one-to-one session.” Is your response in hope to smooth over your blunder a moment ago. 

The sulky man sighed as he scrolled through a playlist, searching for some music to use with a beginner.

“I usually teach two people partnered together.” He sounds annoyed as if this was an inconvenience.

Eventually, he asks you if you have any experience with the tango. To which you reply you have none, however you have learned other ballroom dances to an intermediate level. He nods at your answer and taps his thumb on an appropriate track to use for teaching you the basic steps.

“Tango,” he begins as he lazily saunters back to you, “a dance that is very intimate and sexual. As its popularity grew, more conservative groups considered this dance as highly controversial. Dance partners get exceedingly close to each other, having a lot of body contact.” Despite his grumpy appearance, during his little speech, his voice became soft and velvety as if the tango was a passion of his.

He stops right in front of you as the music begins to flow from the speakers. It sounds like typical tango style music, a piano accompanied by an accordion. The notes teasing the listener’s ears like a lover teasing their partner.

His intense gaze falls upon you again as you stand rooted to the spot. Your heart flutters once more as you realise you’re going to have to touch this guy, feel him close to you and smell him. Oh God… You subtly squeeze your legs together as an ache deep inside your core emanates in a short series of pulses.

Without warning, his large, warm hands take yours which were idly hanging by your sides. He pulls you close; seizing one hand in his left, while he perches your other on his right shoulder. With the big height difference, this meant your arms were up higher than they were supposed to be. However, he tries to accommodate you by slouching slightly.

The material of his shirt was soft and toasty, his body felt like a furnace underneath. Your fingers rest on his large trapezoid muscle between his neck and shoulder. Another series of needy pulses deep within your core. Swallowing hard, you try to focus on him and not how he’s making you feel.

Now that you’re up close to him, you finally spy the first three buttons of his shirt are undone. Just teasing a slight glimpse of his solid looking pectorals. Did you just salivate?

As the fiery music starts to build up, you feel a pleasant warmth pressing into your lower back, his right hand rests there while his arm supports your left in the hold. He looks down at you and pulls you in even closer - he wasn’t kidding about the dance’s intimate and sexual nature. Your bodies press firmly against one another, his heat making your temperature skyrocket and your cheeks flush. You only hope that the bright ceiling spotlights flood out the pink hue across your complexion.

Miguel explains some basic steps to you, using his grip on you to manoeuvre your position. He calls the basic steps by their proper names, cruce (cross), ochos (figure of eight) and giros (turns). As the man, he uses his strength to lead and direct you. His body becomes a wall, moving you, pushing you expertly into tight turns and exquisite leans. All the while his voice remains unemotional but soft.

Your heart works overtime, fluttering like an oversized butterfly trapped in your chest; however you have everything mostly under control… Up until he takes a stride, leading you backwards unexpectedly. His leg goes right between yours, the material of your skirt offering no line of defence, his muscle driving firmly against your nether region making you gasp and tighten your grip on his shoulder. Miguel stops suddenly as he hears your shock and looks down at you. Stepping back slightly to give you space, you feel his intense heat deserting you.

“I told you, dance partners get very close,” he says in a slightly annoyed manner.

You’re panting, breathless at the experience of his leg accidentally bashing against your sensitive bud. The material of your underwear dampening at your arousal creeping in.

“I wasn’t expecting you to push me backwards when you did,” you reply nervously, as you tug the hem of your skirt back down after his leg disturbed it.

A small smirk turns the corners of his lips as he watches you get all flustered. He finds himself enjoying watching you mutter your words with nerves, and fumble about getting your clothing back in order. And that blush on your face makes him want to play with you. To see just how pink you can really go. At that moment he reminds himself why he usually teaches couples…

Before you’re ready, he takes you in hold again. His hand firmly pressing against your lower back, you feel he’s deliberately pulling you in even closer. His heat re-igniting your core once more. You get the impression Miguel is toying with you now.

“Pay attention and feel me move you - hermosa…” he whispers.

Hermosa… A moan almost escapes your lips. Any space that might have been between your bodies now no longer exists as he pulls you totally flush against him. Something hard prods your stomach but you naively assume it was his belt.

The dancing begins again and you try to listen to his advice. You feel him and his little hints. He squeezes your hand, indicating he’s moving you to the right, or presses his hand against your back to move you left.

A new music track starts to play, he holds you still as he counts in his mind when to resume the basic steps. You hear him mumble, “Five, six, seven, eight,” before beginning that powerful drive against you. Steering you expertly across the wooden flooring. He can tell you’re picking it up, learning to feel the flow of the music and his guidance.

“Good,” he comments, although not sounding overly enthusiastic about it, but you’ll take whatever you can get with this guy.

As time passes, you receive more apathetic praise, but praise nonetheless. It’s actually going better than you expected! Getting more confident with your movements now, you decide to initiate eye contact.

Miguel peers down at you in his hold. Has he been watching you this whole time? His serious expression only slightly displays a hint of fun, but you get an inkling that it was at your expense - somehow. He turns you on the spot as you step from left to right in time to the music. Your ochos were fluid and perfect, a tiny smile tugs at his lips.

“That’s it. Yes... Like that,” his praises start sounding slightly more genuine.

Eye contact suddenly became too hot to handle. His praises and proximity to you makes you feel like you are burning from the inside. You melt at his touch and the fiery stare bores into your soul. The strong scent of bergamot in his cologne distracts you and that thing prodding your stomach seems to be getting hotter and is starting to throb… With wide eyes, you suddenly look away as you realise what’s going on.

He jerks your body in his grip slightly.

“Look at me,” Miguel demands in a low growl.

Your heart pounds harder as your mind becomes more foggy. You hesitate. His hand leaves yours and grips you under your chin, forcing you to look at him. Hot air fans across your face as his lips almost graze yours when your eyes lock onto his.

“Look at me…” His voice a desperate sultry whisper.

Loose strands of his beautiful dark, soft brown hair tickle your face. His wide eyes search yours, almost like he is waiting for something more than just a stare into each other’s eyes. The throbbing that was against your stomach a moment ago was a big indicator of what he wanted exactly. His grip around your back and chin was strong and unrelenting. You were in his grasp, exactly where he wanted you and there was no way out.

The sexual tension between the both of you is approaching breaking point. Your heart is thumping at a thousand beats a minute. Another ache and fresh wave of arousal soaks your panties. His hand that was pressed against your back travels down to your ass and squeezes firmly, a lusty moan escapes his lips as you squeak nervously in response.

Adventurous fingers crawl down to the hem of your skirt, lifting it slightly as he feels the thin netting of your nude tights stretched around your thighs.

“I hope these aren’t your favourites,” he mumbles with a dangerous smile.

You gulp as his fingers begin to grasp and tug at the material. The hand gripping your chin pulls away, five white spots left behind on your skin returning to your normal colour. Both of his hands meet between your legs, tugging and pulling until a ripping sound fills the air. A dirty smirk grows across his lips as he watches you silently processing his steamy advancement. Your eyelids are heavy with arousal. The anticipation of a good time to be had makes your breath falter over and over.

You whimper the moment you feel his fingers disturb the soaking wet panties, massaging your clit through the sodden material.

“My, my… someone’s excited” his soft coos tickle your ear.

“I bet you taste so good too…” he continued as his fingers pressed harder through your ruined underwear.

Another squeak erupts from your lips while your body remains pressed close to your dance instructor as he teases you tenderly with slippery fingers. The mere thought of him pleasuring you with his mouth sends you into another plane of existence. That hot mouth clasping around your swollen clit, his tongue swirling and flicking around your sensitive bundle of nerves. You grind your hips against his fingers as you close your eyes and moan.

“Look at me,” you hear him tell you again.

Opening your eyes reluctantly, you stare back at him. He’s loving every second of this. His fingers move faster before growing tired of feeling you through your underwear. They hook around the elastic and pull to one side before diving completely inside your pussy. Tilting your head back, you howl in ecstasy as you ride his fingers and feel his thumb rub heavily on your sensitive bud.

His free arm snakes around the back of your head and brings you in close so he can kiss you. A hungry mouth latches onto your lips, while an eager tongue pushes through and dances with yours. You both moan as the sexy scene continues to unfold between you.

With his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy, the room is filled with your whimpers and heavy breathing.

The moment you feel you are getting close, he pulls out of you. A long line of your arousal stretches between you and his glistening fingers. You gasp at his sudden departure from you. Muscles tense as you groan, mourning the lack of pleasure fuelling your building climax.

“Fuck, I need you…” he growls hungrily.

You hear his zipper as his free arm goes under your shoulder and across your back, gripping onto you tightly. He lifts you with ease and pulls you close. He’s panting heavily as his other hand takes his achingly stiff member out from his boxers and trousers. Miguel lowers you until you feel the tip greet the lips of your entrance.

Swallowing hard, you prepare yourself for him penetrating you. The memory of the large bulge that prodded into you as you both danced replayed in your mind. He was going to take every inch of your pussy, filling it completely.

Two loud moans coming from the both of you filled the entire studio as he entered you. Your slick arousal makes it so easy for him to take you entirely in one swift thrust. His hot, thick twitching cock filled every inch inside you. Wrapping your legs around him helps you remain in place for him as he holds you in his highly defined, sculpted arms.

He starts off slow and sensual. Dragging delicately in and out with every thrust. He watches you melt in his arms and even forgives you for closing your eyes in this delicious moment.

“You’re so fucking tight, mi hermosa…” he grits out with more gentle and sensual thrusts.

You feel him press his head against yours as he fucks you slowly. Sometimes he pulls almost all the way out, the tip of his cock teasing the tight ring of your entrance before delving balls deep again. Another loud groan erupts from his chest, accompanying your soft mewls. A symphony of pleasure drowning out the music playing from the sound system.

His gorgeous narrow hips allowed him to fit nicely between your shaking legs. His pelvic bone hits your clit with every slow thrust, but you need more than that. Your body is craving speed and aggression and you know he has that in him.

“Mmmiguel~” you moan desperately, your pussy aching for more stimulation.

“Si?” he responds between heavy pants, his body rising and falling as he fucks you while standing.

“Harder… please…” you beg before another moan escapes your lips.

Miguel takes a moment to respond. You feel his arms grip you tighter, preparing you for an onslaught of thrusts.

“Make sure you keep your pretty eyes on me then,” he grunts, “or I’m slowing down again.”

You nod after he gives you his terms. You prize your eyes open eventually and lock onto him.

“Good girl,” he mumbles as he pulls almost all the way out again.

A loud grunt filled the room as you watched him grit his teeth and thrust hard into you. His eyes fixed on yours the entire time. With that first slam, you almost close your eyes with immense pleasure but you remember your promise. You squint as you cry out for more.

“Such a needy girl you are,” he groaned, before slamming into you again with another grunt.

Miguel knew you were going to ask him to speed up, so he didn’t give you the opportunity to. Once he had found the intensity he knew you liked, he started building up his tempo. Your pussy squelched with every powerful thrust as his balls slapped into your ass cheeks. Tension and tingles build up within you as his pelvic bone rubs against your clit while your core gets the stimulation you so desperately craved.

Sweat drips down his face as he grips you tighter. He pants heavily and grunts into your ear as he focuses more on making you cum and clench hard around his cock. Your arms wrap around his shoulders. He buries his head into your neck, peppering it with kisses and nibbles. Your pleasure fueled moans echoes around the studio while your fingers grip onto the back of his shirt. Your climax draws nearer.

“Ah, fuck!” he groans against your neck, his orgasm getting close too.

Your entire body shakes with the pressure of the building climax, and your entire world is rocked with every powerful thrust and grind into you. Hearing Miguel - who grumped and sulked when he met you, now moaning uncontrollably in your ear continued to heighten your arousal.

“Cum with me.” You suddenly hear him grunt, as his relentless fucking continues.

You couldn’t get any closer to each other as you are now. He has pulled you right up against him. His head firmly nestled against your shoulder and you do the same. Every moan and grunt was muffled. Your arousal dripped onto the dance floor as he fucked you deep and hard. His hands grip onto you tightly as you were both on the precipice. Teetering on the edge of that ultimate pleasure.

You let out a shrill shriek as you start cumming. Feeling you clench and hearing you enjoy yourself pushed him over the edge too.

“Good girl! Ahh fuck - take it all, every last fucking drop…” he groans feeling your pussy clench more, milking him for all he’s worth.

He slows down as both your orgasms subsides; but you still feel the odd throb and twitch inside you as he stands there, staring at you while you’re still wrapped around him.

You feel his hand reach behind him and remove your Cuban heels from your dainty feet, while his other arm supports your weight still. Your shoes drop to the floor, clattering loudly against the wood. Your ripped tights were then tugged by his hand, slipping slowly down your legs, one after the other.

“I’m gonna pull out in a minute. I want you to clench real tight, okay?” he asks you, almost returning back to his serious tone.

You nod as he starts to pull you off. He feels you clench, giving his cock a final squeeze as you slip away. The moment he leaves your walls you hold your thighs together as your panties return to their normal position between your legs. You watch him roll up the remains of your silky tights into a thin organised bundle. To your surprise, he lifts your skirt and pulls your underwear open from the front, stuffing the smooth material inside, right under your pussy. He winks at you, making you blush immediately.

“To stop the evidence running down your leg when you head home,” he explains with a dirty grin.

You’re left speechless as you watch him grab his softening cock and seal it back inside his boxers and zipping up his trousers. You can’t help but think he’s done something like this before. You feel his cum already starting to drip from you and onto your ruined tights.

“As I said earlier, I don’t usually teach one-to-one sessions,” he paused, “but I think I’ll make you an exception. I’ll see you next week.”

Another lesson? Or another fucking session? You ask yourself. Probably both… A smile spreads across your face at the thought of having him all over again…

…part 2?…

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Oil At The Coffee Shop VIII

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : Eddie and Reader go on a date.

Word Count : 1.9k

Warnings : Not proof read, little bit spicy, no actual smut, love bites, kisses, mini angst at the end, eddie and reader are just nervous and cute, rambly.

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Waking up your head was sore, you’re never letting Robin make you a drink again. Sitting up you rubbed your face, trying to wake yourself more.

Pushing back the blankets, your feet met the chilly floor beneath you. Trying to remember last night, you remembered Steve, Robin, Eddie.

Wait. Eddie.

He was here. He brought you home. You’d kissed him. Holy shit you’d kissed him. And now you had to face him.

Leaning down he pressed his lips against your forehead. “If you wake up and you want to kiss me, you’re more than welcome too.”

Holy shit. Did I want to kiss him? Of course you did. But you also didn’t want to mess us up. He means so much to you, one of your best friends, one of your favourite people.

He told you if you wanted to kiss him, you could. And you really really wanted to.

It was decided then. Heading out of your room, you were about to walk to the lounge when you remembered, your teeth, you need to brush your teeth.

Running to the bathroom, you did so. Okay now you were ready. Were you? Yes, yes you were.

Finally heading to find the boy, you left the bathroom. On the sofa lay Eddie, fast asleep, curls spread out all over the pillow.

He looked beautiful. His leather jacket was hung up by your coats, his arms clad in tattoos were on show as his costume meant he was wearing a vest. His eyes were dark, from where he’d smudged the eyeliner in his sleep.

You felt bad disturbing him, but your heart pulled you in his direction. Sitting down next to him, softly bringing your hand up to his face and hair.

His face leaned into your palm, stirring slightly. “Good morning Sweetheart,” his said, voice thick with sleep. It sounded … well the sound of his voice did something to you.

“Hi,” you spoke quietly.

“How’s your head feeling?” he asked, eyes fluttering open, the most beautiful dark coffee colour. “It’s okay, thank you for taking care of me.”

“Anytime.”

“So um … about last night.” He reached up to touch your face, “Yeah, what do you remember?”

“Considering Robin put about half a bottle of vodka in my drinks, quite a lot.”

“So um you remember-“

“Kissing you? Yeah and what you said to me after, I also remember that.”

“Right,” he said, pushing himself up, so you were sat face to face, “And how are you feeling about that?”

You didn’t say anything, putting your hand in his curls, pressing your mouth to his. His hands went to your face, pulling you as close to him as physically possible. Opening your mouth slightly, he tongue slid in, softly caressing yours.

Moaning slightly, you tugged his hair, his hands slid down your to your neck and then one on your side. He pulled you onto his lap, pulling away. Pecking your lips softly. One. Two. Three times.

You smiled, giggling softly, feeling his own against you. “I take it you’re feeling good?” he teased. “What on earth gave you that idea?” you grinned at him.

“Just came to me is all,” he spoke against your lips, kissing them again. “I like you Eddie,” you spoke.

“I like you too Sweetheart,” he pecked your mouth.

“Maybe um … we could you know go on a date? Get late breakfast?” you said to him, nervous. “I’d really like that, but I have a better idea. It’s a surprise though,”he offered.

“Yeah that sounds good.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” you kissed his cheek.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Eddie left a little while after, he didn’t want to leave, he kept kissing you, pulling you close to him. Not wanting to let you go.

You were going on a date, you were glad you’d prepped and made so many cakes and baked goods. Your hot food would have to be something simple, a soup and grilled cheese?

You showered, cleaning off the drunken feeling from the night before. You now stood in front of your clothes, wrapped in a towel unsure of what to wear.

Something cute, but not trying too hard - Eddie would know if you were. Jeans, a tee and a cardigan. Converse. Great, let’s do that.

Eddie said he’d be back around 4, and it was now 1. Plenty of time. You dried your hair and made a start of your makeup. Just lightly doing it, nothing too bold just the everyday face you’d been doing for years.

As soon as you were done, you did your hair. Once again in one of the styles you did in your day to day life. You knew Eddie and he knew you, you didn’t have to do the awkward small talk nice to meet you thing. You could just be you and Eddie.

Once your hair and face were done, you put your outfit on. Looking at yourself in front of the mirror, you looked cute. Your shoes could wait for a minute, you tidied up the lounge from where Eddie had slept, put clothes back in the wardrobe.

The kitchen was nice and clean, and the shop downstairs was ready to go for the week. After your tidying, you slid your shoes on, fighting with the laces.

You don’t know why you were so nervous, it was just Eddie.

There was a knock on the door which made you jump, the two staircase thing was always something that scared you. One straight from the alley beside your home, where your car was parked, and the other straight up from the shop.

Pulling the door open you smiled when you saw Eddie, “Hi,” you said.

“Hi. You look … you look beautiful.”

“Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.”

“I brought you these,” he said, handing you a bouquet of Dahlias. “Oh Eddie they’re stunning, come in, I’ll put them in some water.”

Following you back into your apartment, Eddie stood at the counter watching you fill up an old vase. Deciding on cutting them later on, they’d look pretty either way. “Thank you Eddie.”

“It’s okay Sweetheart, you ready to go?”

“Almost,” you said, grabbing your bag from the hook, “Ready.” The man held out his hand for you, linking your fingers together.

Grabbing your keys as you walked passed the bowl they were in, you locked up and were on your way.

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Okay Halloween may have been yesterday, but there was one final drive in horror movie. Halloween itself was playing, Eddie had reversed into a spot, opening up the back of his van.

Inside lay a picnic blanket, thick woolly ones and soft pillows. Eddie took your hand, helping you climb into the back, following after. “I brought snacks and some drinks too,” he spoke quietly, but loud enough for you to hear.

The opening credits for the movie began to play on the huge screen in front of the cars.

“Come on let’s sit,” you said to him, taking his hand and pulling him down with you.

Sat next to each other, you rested your head on Eddies shoulder, his arm wrapping around you. Getting comfortable with one another. “Thank you for taking me home last night,” you said to him.

“Course Sweetheart, no trouble at all.”

“Thank you for doing this too.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said, now looking at your face, “Never have to thank me, and this is for both of us. Something nice for us to do together, like when we went to the diner.”

“I like spending time with you Eddie.”

“I like it too. You’re like my favourite person.”

You gasp lightly, “Oh my, I’m so telling Dustin.”

“Christ,” he sighed, “Please don’t,” he joked.

“Can’t take it back now,” you smiled at him, teasingly.

His eyes scanned your face, finally landing on your lips. Looking at you, he pulled as face, as if asking if he could. You wanted nothing more, nodding.

Leaning down he pressed his lips to yours, his hands finding your face as your own held his shirt, tangling your hands in it. His lips were intoxicating, if you didn’t have to breathe you’d do this forever.

Tugging him closer, your hands came to rest in the curls at the nape of his neck - maybe your favourite place to touch. Tugging lightly, Eddie moaned into your mouth.

Eddies hands moved from your face to under your thighs, pulling you onto his lap. Legs resting on either side of his so you were straddling him.

The kisses became more passionate, tongues tangling, lips bruising. His hands rested on your back as your fingers continued to pull his curls. The sounds he made were beautiful.

It went straight through you, sending shivers everywhere. Your hips ground down against him, making you let out a soft sigh. Eddie pulled back, eyes dark with lust.

Touching his face gently, you peck his lips. Completely different from the seconds before, you pressed your lips to his cheeks, forehead, nose, then slowly and softly down his neck.

Kissing softly, you began to bite down, sucking his neck. Low enough so he could keep them hidden, but high enough he’d have to be aware of where his shirt sat.

Pulling you closer, he couldn’t help bucking his hips. Moaning and groaning, running his fingers down to the bottom of your shirt under your cardigan.

Dragging your lips lower, you kissed his collar bones, making him gasp, You felt the difference between the scars and untouched skin. What happened to him?

Grinding down on him again, he spoke, “Sweetheart,” he sighed, “Baby we have to stop.” He pulled you back gently, his lips were kiss bitten, and cheeks flushed, light bruises forming on his neck.

“S-sorry,” you said softly, brushing your fingers over his new forming love bites. “It’s okay, I just … Sweetheart I don’t want our first time to be together to be in a field, in my crummy van with loads of people around.”

“Maybe the second time?” you asked, teasing smile on his lips. “Sure thing,” he gave you a crooked smile. “Okay,” you laughed.

“Okay. Now you gorgeous girl, let’s watch this movie,” he said, pulling you off of his lap, keeping you cuddled to him. He pressed his lips to your head.

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After the movie ended people started filtering out of the large field, you and Eddie had climbed back up to the front of the van.

You had stayed cuddled up during the whole movie, only innocent touches.

Now driving you home, Eddies hand was on your thigh, fingers entwined with your own. “I had fun tonight,” you smiled.

“Me too.”

“Would you um … maybe want to stay tonight? You can say no, just an offer.”

Eddie sighed, you knew what was coming. “Sweetheart there’s a lot I need to tell you before we can go any further than this. I should have told you before.”

“Tell me.”

“When we get back. It’s gonna take a while and it’s not just my story to tell.”

“Okay,” that’s all you could say. You had no idea what he needed to tell you. You could only worry.

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[shini--chan]

R, U and Z from the yandere alphabet for finland please?

Yandere Finland - Ophanim

Ra - Would they stalk you? How closely would you be watched while under their care?

Yes, like a ghost more or less. The thing is, he wants you to know that you are being watched. Timo wants you to become jittery and scared, that you feel his eyes following you. Should you not notice him so fast, then he'll help you along a bit. Furniture will be moved around the place you live and things will go missing only to reappear a few days later. Food would be taken out of your fridge and the bed you made in the morning would be rumpled. 

Terrorising you wouldn't be the primary goal in mind here, even though he is a hunter at heart, so don't worry. All of this would be to get to know you better. People only show their true colours in high stress situations, and this would just be one of many ways of cracking all your barriers open. Also, you would be seeking comfort because of the nerve wrecking experience, and he'd be happy to sooth your worries. If he'd go far enough, maybe you'll feel more comfortable in his living space than your own and end up moving to his place. Aside from that, there would be a novelty in the experience of visiting your home both officially and unofficially. 

When you are permanently with him, then matters would be very different. Home is where the heart lies and he wants your heart to lie with him - so, he'll try to make you as comfortable as possible. Though, he'd still watch you closely, and play it off as being besotten. Reflections would be commonly used to watch you discreetly and he'll set up a lot of motion-triggered cameras in the garden. The excuse would be that he likes to watch wild life. 

Ullr - How would they deal with competition? How do they deal with threats in general?

He'd first check how deep their commitment to you goes - asking subtly or not so subtly how they feel about you. Maybe he'll spirit you away for a week or two, a short holiday, and then inquire again. Limerence is intense, but once contact is broken it doesn't last long, so there is the hope a separation will solve the problem. 

If not, then maybe he just has to demonstrate that you are his. A hand on your waist, his jacket on your shoulders, the two of you going arm in arm down the street - all ways of showing you are his. Timo could even arrange for the competition to stumble upon him showing affection to you, be it simple teasing, giving flowers or outright kissing. 

Should all that not work, then he'll encourage you to break that poor fool's heart. If you are so important to them, then surely they will listen to your work. Of course, accidents can always happen, and people go missing constantly. If a bear or a pack of wolves comes to like the taste of that waste of space, then he is not to blame. 

Zelos - How does their jealousy look like?

Timo can be very direct when it comes to his feelings, and would be fast to confront you when it comes to his jealousy. Due to being aware that his feelings for you are very "intense" and him being territorial by nature, he'll want to make sure that no misunderstandings are afoot before acting on his jealousy. 

Though, displays of his jealousy would start small, like keeping you closer in public and doing what he can to absorb most of your attention. Should the green-eyed monster grow bigger and stronger, then he would start getting passive aggressive. This would worsen the longer he is left to stew in his negative feelings. 

It could culminate in him issuing a test of loyalty. Should you pass, then all is well, for the time being. If not, then maybe you need some time alone to reconsider your choices. 

[leggerefiore]

An unexpected rain had overtaken the village suddenly, which resulted in the Warden of the highlands to pop into your home to escape it. You did not mind, naturally, as Ingo was always more than welcome in your home. He slipped off his worn coat and cap to let them dry. It was also a day off from your duties. Your captain had insisted on it, saying that you had earned it. That meant she would not accept your refusal, of course.

So, you bought some wood and began a carving project. You had already nearly completed it by the time Ingo appeared to take a rest in your home. Your attention drifted up from the wood in your lap to him. He seemed more exhausted than usual. The dark circles under his eyes were more pronounced, and he laid back against the wall as he sat. You sighed. This was not a recent development. Lately, he had just appeared gloomy. Battles were still fought fiercely when you challenged him, but the beginnings lacked energy. His smile was still genuine after it alongside his praise, but you saw the way his posture faltered when he believed no one was watching.

You knew there was much about his past that he could not recall, yet memories still fluttered across his mind in the cruellest form of torment. Distant memories without any focus or understanding would enter his awareness. It would make him happy at first, recalling anything always did, but the joy soon faded and was replaced with something more sombre and longing. Not entirely knowing was clearly torture for him. That man who shared his face seemed to peeve him most of all.

You finally finished the wood carving after allowing your mind to wander. It sat in your hands. The plan had originally been to paint it, but it felt as if that was to change. The small train carving was fine enough as is.

“Hey, Ingo,” you called out to the Warden, who appeared to be lost in his own thoughts as well. Your voice did call him back to reality as those pale eyes of his gazed at you curiously. The gift had been hidden behind your back. He responded with a simple yes. Bringing it out from behind you, it was presented to him. “I made you this… I know you have been thinking a lot about your memories, so I thought this might help.”

He reached a hand to gently take the carving from you. Closely, it was observed by him. The small details you tried to remember of the subway train car were hard to see without colour. You wondered if it really might have been better to wait. Before you could offer that, a small smile grew on his face. A finger delicately traced the decals you had made. It was not the best thing in the world, but he enjoyed it clearly.

“Ah, this is…” he trailed off and continued to examine it. His mind seemed to wander again. Perhaps it trailed back to the days he spent in the Gear Station watching the trains depart and return… Or maybe it went back to his time inside the cabins, checking on passengers or engaging in battles. A sigh left him. “A Single Battle car…” he said quietly, “… I used to ride on these rather frequently.” Your heart raced. Did he truly remember that much?

“Thank you, dearest,” he spoke genuinely as he approached you for an embrace. His strong arms held you tightly to his hardened body. Hisui had not been the kindest to him, having changed him from the lanky man that you had known back in Unova. “I… I would be so lost without your kindness…” A gentle kiss was pecked to your cheek, “I'm so glad that we ended up here together.”

As were you, despite how badly you knew Emmet must hate this.

Soon, you would find a way to return you both home.

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

*jingles keys infront of your face*

Hi guys

Having a strange night again but I suddenly remembered Frank Sinatra exists and my brain went nuts for a second and I remembered one very specific song that reminds me of Angel Dust and also this brings me to my topic of how to write what Episode 4 was trying to do without being shit.

Song for your listening pleasure~

Alright *cracks knuckles* let me tell you how my brain is working.

Poison is meant to sound like a generic romance pop song about a bad relationship on the surface but the audience is supposed to know it’s about something much worse. Now lets flip that around real quick.

“My Way Of Life” is a romance song.

At least I think it is? I’m under the aromantic umbrella and I don’t pick up on this stuff good.

BUT try listening to the song while imagining the wording to be more hostile and literal.

A few standout ones are these in my opinion

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Gotta have you near all the time, with your dreams wrapped up in mine.

Gotta be a part of your soul and your heart all the time.

You are my way of life.

The only way I know.

I’ll never let you go.

Because “I love you so.”

You are my way of life.

The only way I know.

Make me your way of life.

Don’t ever go.

Nothing in the world that I do means a thing without you.

Im just half alive, in my struggle to survive without you.

Never let you out of my sight.

Be it day.

Be it night.

You belong to me.

That’s the way it has to be; wrong or right.

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Colour coding this by which characters I feel represents these best by the way. Angel-ish ones are pink and Valentino ones are red.

When you look at them in a tone like that with certain lines being possessive, and fake (ie. “I love you so”) and the others being despairing, self-loathing, you can hopefully see how I mistook this for a much more unhappy song when I first heard it.

If you look at a song like this thats so dramatic and intense and full of emotion, it’s going to be better than some generic pop song like 99% of the time. The music also make sense for the time period Angel died since Sinatra was popular in the 1940-1950’s which I personally think adds more.

How I imagine some kind of music video for this would play out, I’ll probably end up storyboarding it sometime, but bear with me till I do. would be a lot of Angel doing day to day things and tapping more into what ADDICT did with flashbacks and hallucinations and so on without shoving rape in our faces. I touched on this in my original Episode 4 rant so I’m going to vaguely recap on that. There are times where very simple things can trigger unpleasant memories, I think everyone knows that. But for some reason, Vivzie seems to think the only way to show SA actually happened is to deliberately show us since every other character thats been sexually assaulted or sexually abused has it played off as a joke. Yes I am fucking talking about Sir Pentious.

Angel having a flashback or hallucination doesn’t have to be of it happening. It can be something as simple as sitting next to Valentino. Someone pronouncing something the same way Valentino would. A specific piece of trash on the floor like a cup showing up somewhere else. Reminders can be tiny have a massive impact. Sometimes reminders for shit I’ve experienced is something as small as a hat, water, or a nickname. Even a day of the month can be nerve wracking.

Im about to start listing a bunch of ideas and stuff so this may end up being the entire song, brace yourself for reading all this.

0:00-0:32

I feel like this would start with Angel in his room staring at a wall, probably drinking after work.

“Gotta have you near all the time with your dreams wrapped in mine.”

Is less of a willing “gotta” and more of a “I can’t do anything else.” with the talk of dreams alluding more to the fact that Angel’s original wants from the contract are long gone and noting that Valentino is controlling his career, future, needs, wants, “privileges”.

“Gotta be a part of your soul and of your heart all the time.”

Is once again about the contract of Angel’s soul.

0:33-0:51

“Nothing in the world that I do means a thing without you.”

In the original song I assume this is meant to be like “Life is so dull without you” but for the way I hear this song, it sounds a lot more like “Nothing that I do holds any meaning without your name attached to it.” in a kind of corporate way. I imagine this part with Angel walking down the street and seeing posters of himself but all of them have credits to Valentino somewhere on them. Angel likes his job but obviously the job that he previously enjoyed has turned into a dangerous and traumatic one. Posters like this can both be seen as a reminder that Angel is no longer in control of his own life and as some kind of intrusive thought like “I’m only famous because of you. I gave up everything for this.” AKA Valentino manipulating his way of thinking about his situation.

“I’m just half alive in my struggle to survive without you.”

Once again calling back to Angel’s contract. This part to me is more of what I stated in another rant I did a while ago. Honestly if I ever did this it’d likely take place after or during season 2 under the assumption Valentino dies. This is more of what I said in the linked post, but it’s a lot of Angel processing everything that’s happened to him. Everything suddenly hitting him all at once. “Struggle to survive without you” doesn’t mean that Angel is struggling because Valentino is gone, health struggling because he was there in the first place. Angel is dealing with and processing severe trauma and judging by ADDICT, dealing with vivid flashbacks and hallucinations as well.

0:52-1:15

A lot of this section reminds me of how I processed my emotions when I first realised that I had control over my own life again and I feel like Angel would feel very similarly to how I did.

“You are my way of life. The only way I know.”

After so many years of sticking to this strict regime, enduring so much pain and stress, it’s so hard to just suddenly snap out of it. That was your reality for years and it’s over, but everything that happened is still clinging to you so harshly it feels like its still happening, but when you prepare for a previous habit you picked up from that time and it doesn’t happen it can be so jarring it’s terrifying that you’re still so used to it. My best example in this setting is going to hang up a call and saying “Hey I have to go do something” and you expect to have to lie about why you’re leaving or prepare for the other person to get mad and then they just. Don’t. And you can hang up normally. I know some people wont get this but that kinda stuff is such a specific feeling of realisation.

“You are my way of life. I’ll never let you go.”

Can be taken as either Angel talking to himself; saying he’ll never let the memories and trauma from Valentino go because it’s so engrained into his mind, or, as Angel remembering Valentino explicitly stating he will never let him go. Even if Valentino is dead by this time, it could still be done with a flashback or auditory hallucination like Angel had in Episode 2.

I don’t think I’ll be diving into this entire song, but it really hit something in my brain. I had to quickly sketch a possible frame for a video if I did ever make one:

It’s a bit basic, but hopefully you see what I’m going for. This was for the 0:52-1:15 section mostly, but I can see it being used in various other places.

I hope this was at least a little bit interesting for you all and if not at least maybe I could introduce you to a really good Frank Sinatra song! Usually my really long posts like this don’t get much traction, but I hope this one at least sees a glimpse of daylight because it really is an interesting idea to me. If you have any thoughts, questions, or ideas for this please tell me I love when you guys ask me stuff. I am hopefully going to knock out now because it’s 2:44 AM at the time of writing this, so whenever I post this, please enjoy.

[solarishashernoseinabook]

HELLO HUSBAND MY BELOVED!

Can I get a Haltine treat please?

Have yet another lil ficlet featuring autistic!halt!

And make sure you check out Angel's accompanying art piece!

~

Pauline hummed quietly to herself as she pinned her hair in place. She wore a blue dress today instead of her usual white, and she had added a simple pendant to the ensemble: a colourful riverstone carved and polished to a shine and set on a delicate chain. She wasn’t going anywhere fancy tonight, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to look nice. Gilan had requested help on a small matter in Merric, so Halt had sent Will along to deal with it. With the cabin empty, Halt had asked Pauline if she would like to join him for dinner. His letter had tried to make it seem like this was simply a matter of using up leftovers, but Pauline knew he was lonely. She and Halt had been spending a lot of time together over the past few months, which Pauline had found extremely pleasant. Halt was still quiet, but it was a comfortable silence; they had learned to anticipate each others’ needs; and, perhaps best of all, Halt had become more comfortable fidgeting around her. Pauline found herself relishing the time they spent together, and missing Halt keenly when they were apart.

When she was ready, Pauline swung her cloak over her shoulders and set off for Halt’s cabin. It was a pleasant evening, and she decided to walk instead of take a horse. Abelard whinnied when she got close, and she paused at the door of the stable to smile at him and scratch his nose.

She also took a discreet look in the compost barrel, just visible around the corner of the house, and smiled to herself. It held feathers from a freshly-plucked partridge and vegetable peels – Halt had cooked something fresh for her instead of using up leftovers. That was very like him, she reflected. Halt opened the door for her and Pauline drew herself away from Abelard to step onto the veranda. Halt took her hand and kissed it gently, and Pauline smiled warmly at him. ‘It’s lovely to see you again, Halt.’ ‘And you, Pauline. The food’s warm, I’m just waiting on coffee now.’ Pauline followed him to the small kitchen and took out some bowls, ladling stew into them. ‘Why don’t we eat on the veranda? It’s a lovely night, and this time of year I’m stuck inside all day.’ Halt nodded and put the dishes and coffee on a wooden platter, then went outside with her. ‘You’ve got a new crop of apprentices, right? How are they?’ ‘Oh, they’re quite fine, progressing nicely. All except for one young man – he doesn’t seem willing to use diplomacy when sneaking around would do instead.’ Pauline sighed softly. ‘I’m not sure he’s suited to Courier work.’ ‘You could send him over to the Ranger Corps,’ Halt said. Pauline smiled. ‘Oh? Volunteering to take on another apprentice, are you, Halt?’ ‘Oh gods no,’ Halt scoffed. ‘With how much of a pain in the neck Will’s been, I’m going to need a break.’ Pauline laughed. She knew, despite Halt’s gruff façade, that he would miss Will terribly. ‘Perhaps Gilan will be interested in taking an apprentice.’ ‘I could ask him for you,’ Halt offered. Pauline settled back in her chair, cradling her coffee mug in her hands. ‘Yes please, thank you.’ Halt set aside his empty bowl and topped up his coffee, then offered the kettle to her. Pauline shook her head. ‘If I have much more, I won’t be able to sleep.’ Halt put the kettle back down. He seemed to be gazing at her – no, she realised, at her pendant. She put her coffee down and unclasped it, handing it over. He accepted it and tilted it, catching the last rays of the day’s light and watching the faceted face sparkle. Pauline smiled, leaning her elbow against the arm of her chair and resting her chin on her fist. This was a side of himself Halt rarely showed, and the sight of his calm face and small smile warmed her heart. Before realising it, she spoke. ‘Why have we put it off for so long?’ ‘Hm?’ Halt looked up at her. ‘Us,’ Pauline said softly. ‘A relationship.’ After a moment, Halt shrugged. ‘Seemed like there was too much else we had to attend to.’ ‘It did,’ Pauline said, ‘but we don’t have to any longer.’ She reached across and took his weathered hand. ‘Halt, I’ve loved you for twenty years. These last few months have been perfect – and I don’t want them to end. I want to marry you.’ Pauline registered the look of momentary surprise before Halt quickly masked it. ‘You could do better than me.’ ‘No, I really don’t think I could,’ Pauline said. Halt smiled slowly. ‘Then I suppose I should say yes before you change your mind.’

[wooiamamess]

H20 mermay redesign

So in honour of mermay, and my rewatching h20 a couple of months ago, I did a redraw of the characters from h20 with my own head cannons and some explaining of my redesigns of course (: I really think that an animated reboot (not the one Netflix did) would be perfect for this show, and I wanted to convey my ideas. I also did try the make the designs resemble the actors at least a little bit.

Ricky

I love Ricky with all my heart, she’s definitely in my top 3 characters from this show. I’m obsessed with her hair in season one, especially when she puts it into braids. I kept her red motif from the first season as well. I want her to wear very early 2000s-esque grunge clothing. In terms of her mermaid look, I changed her colour to this orange/red-ish colour, and added details to make it look like flames.

I know a lot of people like to headcannon her as a lesbian, but personally I don’t. I think that she’s definitely pansexual with zero preferences and would go by she/her pronouns but would be ok with they/them.

Cleo

I honestly had so much fun with Cleo’s design. She has a bit of a bohemian style in the first season, but I decided to trade for a little more preppy look that I think reflects her character more. She’s sweet, caring, a little naive, but good spirited. So I put her in a trendy outfit with some cute patches to keep that homemade look. For her mermaid look, I wanted it to look like lace to mirror the patches on her skirt, and of course, it had to be purple.

My asexual ass has to headcannon her as ace and heteromantic. She’s also got the purple motif so that just adds to the ace-ness. She/her pronouns.

Emma

Emma’s design came really easily to me. I wanted to give her a kind of periwinkle colour scheme to match her ice. Her human design is simple, but I really wanted to keep it modern and trendy. Athleisure with high socks and bicycle shorts (and of course a sparkly top). Her mermaid design also came really easily to me, as I gave her sharp sparkly edges to resemble ice. Is it difficult to make a blonde, ice-themed character not look like Elsa? Yes

If anyone in the main three is a lesbian in my eyes it’s her. She’s hella gay with she/they pronouns.

Charlotte

Lol I don’t think I have anything positive to say about charlotte but damn I had so much fun drawing her. I really wanted her to look soft and sweet but give her the nastiest attitude ever. I put her in a preppy school girl outfit with soft pastel pink to make her look unassuming (at least to Lewis) and of course the necklace that the other three girls have.

She/her, straight.

Will

Threw a curveball at you didn’t I? That’s right, this is where my head cannons start, along with my inability to draw abs. Rewatching season 3, it only made sense to make him a mermaid instead of Bella, and I honestly feel like it could’ve been more interesting. Imagine him as a diver who got just a little too curious around Mako, and accidentally turns into a mermaid. His dreams of become a diver are ruined, however he got to be happy doing what he loved (exploring the ocean). It just makes more sense in my opinion.

For his main colour, I changed his motif of blue to green. I wanted to keep the blue colour for Emma and Lewis, and I honestly just felt like it suits him better. In terms of his powers, maybe the ability to control plants? Idk

He’s probably straight, maybe bi-curious. Goes by he/they but wouldn’t object to any pronoun. The chillest dude.

Bella

Bella was probably the hardest to adapt just cause I don’t love her character in the show. I decided to make her not a mermaid, and instead a love interest. I felt like it suited her better. I wanted to keep her colour palette soft and muted, and put her in sweet, bohemian style clothing. I feel like she would become a good friend of the main trio after the betrayal by charlotte. She would be an excellent friend and totally keep their secret as well as fall in love with Will.

Definitely bisexual, not opposed to a flirtationship with Emma (I just want them to meet) She/they.

Lewis

Look at this disaster man. I put him in messy clothes cause he probably couldn’t give two shits about what he looks like. He really does just want to go fishing.

Biromantic asexual (yes I am in fact projecting onto these characters). He/him.

Zane

I personally love Zane. I know he’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I love characters who are shitty people and even when they’re on “the side of good”, they continue to be shitty people. Just more focused and positive. When I was a kid I was 100% on board with his relationship with rikki, and honestly a part of me still is. So for my headcannon, he doesn’t cheat on her, the cafe doesn’t get in the way of their relationship, and he treats Rikki so much better. Cause they had fantastic chemistry and I don’t want it to go to waste.

For his design I gave him two looks, a casual motorcycle riding outfit, and of course a business suit. I made his main colour black, but I had to give him dark red accents as a nod to Ricky.

Heterosexual, he/him.

Lastly

The love interests as mermaids. This is not a part of my headcannon (yet). In terms of powers I have a couple ideas that do, in fact, include Lewis being able to talk to marine life. Poor boy will never go fishing again. In terms of Bella’s powers i really hate what they gave her, so I was thinking wind or bubbles or something air-related. As for Zane? He’s definitely the hardest to pin down for powers but I’m thinking either shadow manipulation or storm related powers (like lightning). Maybe a combo of both.

Well I’m done writing this all out and mermay is over so fuck me I guess. That’s what I get for making this post with 20 minutes left of may. I hope you had fun reading my post and looking at my art. I probably won’t draw more of this headcannon but idk I do what I want

[moonlit-rabbit]

The Tale of Black and Green • Prologue

My take on the Au/Theory where Baizhu and Pantalone are actually brothers. They just look and sound the same lol.

Once upon a time, there were two siblings, both boys.

They were both in poverty, however they were happy with each other.

But sadly, the youngest was sick as can be, so eldest prayed and prayed to the gods for help, but no god answered.

He prayed for the gods to give him a vision, but none answered yet again.

He thought how cruel a god can be. They had everything yet cannot give him something as simple as a mere vision.

He tried working hard yet to no avail.

He always came home to the small straw hut where his shivering younger brother lay.

Whenever he set eyes on him he was always reminded of how his younger brother looked oh so different from him.

Unlike his dark mysterious locks of black, his brother had demure yet welcoming soft green threads as his.

It drew people in and when they find out that he was sick, they would feel pity for the green boy in rags; Yet when they gaze at the determined dark-haired boy also in rags, they ignored him.

He sometimes hated it.

How his younger brother was favoured more, but this didn't stop him from loving the younger wholeheartedly.

Although when the vision came, it wasn't as easy to love him as he did previously.

Twas the night where the oldest of the two just finished selling wood and just came back.

Usually, the youngest would have been sleeping by now, but before he could even touch the now wooden doors, it was flung open by an ecstatic familiar grassy-haired male.

'Brother! I received a vision!' The shorter of the two squeeled. He had to backtrack.

His frail younger brother? Who did nothing but lay down and sit tight received a vision?

How? He tried so hard, praying for hours on end, yet this sickly pale-faced boy got one as easy as that?

It was another blow to him. Even Celestia favoured him. What more?

'Brother, I got accepted by Sumeru Academia!'

He felt like crying.

Why does this world favour his weak brother and not him? The one that tried his best for the both of them?

Why?

Why?...

'You're not going.' For once in his life can he be selfish?

The latter quieted down and a shocked look replaced the joy that was once present on his fair face.

'Why?' The heartbroken words he uttered after minutes of silence broke the eldest's heart.

'Because we don't have the money!' It was part of the reason, yes, but more so his jealousy.

'Well I'll work hard too!' The spring boy fired back.

'You're sick! What can you possibly do?!'

Another gut-wrenching silence engulfed the two until a wet sniff broke it.

—

It was already times up.

Five days had passed and the younger had to go on his merry way to Sumeru.

Five days since they spoke.

He tried to talk to him of course, but the younger just ignored his tries. It was indeed frustrating, but he understood what he did wrong.

So he just left a note and a few couple mora he saved and went to sell wood, like the usual.

He didn't have a chance to say goodbye personally, but he was satisfied enough with the coffee-coloured note his precious younger brother left him.

'Dear brother, I accept your apology.

I promise to study hard and get a full scholarship! I'll work even harder when I graduate so that we can become rich!

I promise to give you a peaceful life without hardships too!

When I come back I'll treat you by buying that one hot pot dish you were always rambling about in Liuli Pavilion.

I hope you won't miss me too much!

Take care

- Love Baizhu'

He smiled.

They were both still blood, they could never hate each other.

After Baizhu went to Sumeru, the house became a lot quieter. He only ate meals alone in silence.

Sometimes if the letters Baizhu sends comes in early, he would eat and write at the same time much to Baizhu's dismay.

But as the months' pass, Baizhu began writing less and less due to the workload assigned to him. He didn't mind, really. This meant working more and getting enough money.

He even began working at a store in Liyue Harbor as a money manager.

The pay was well enough that he could buy almost luxurious pieces of clothing, but he knew he could do better than that. So he began studying, borrowing books about the art of trade, sales, and economy from booksellers so that he might get the chance of working in the Liyue Qixing.

But that dream surely didn't come true, for he now began working for the Fatui.

He rose up the ranks rather quickly with the help of his cleverness and intellect that he shared with his brother.

He became Pantalone, the one that manages all the money in Snezhnaya.

The one who will make Snezhnaya the heart that pumps money around the world.

But he of course never forgot to send letters to his younger brother.

He told him how he acquired a more than high-paying job in Snezhnaya and that he would be more than glad to pay for his cost of living in Sumeru due to the fact that Baizhu also acquired a full scholarship in that Sumeru school.

Although he never told Baizhu what job he had... Oh well.

[geonppangi]

boys planet trainees as seventeen songs pt. 1

this is mostly based on how well they fit the concept, but also if i think the song would be a good fit for them based on their skills! to make things more interesting i’ll be excluding the songs that have already been covered on the show (so no home, aju nice, or hot)

trauma - ricky

i think one thing that a lot of people comment on is how ricky has a softer voice

in comparison to other rappers on the show like keita, his delivery isn’t as sharp if that makes sense

which is perfectly fine! each voice fits a different part and i think that ricky’s voice would work really well in trauma

it’s not about the big things but about expressing emotion and thoughts through simple but charismatic rapping

i’d love to see ricky write his own lyrics about his experience on boys planet a la limousine

and also most of the video is just them sitting in different sets and rapping while looking cool

which may not sound very difficult, but it’s actually quite hard to be engaging while also looking like you’re just chilling

and honestly i think ricky’s facial expressions and mannerisms would really suit this song

like there are some people who just look good even if they’re not doing much you know?

i just think this is such a good concept for him

24h - kim jiwoong

to be honest, i think that this one is pretty self explanatory lmfao

it’s a sexy concept for our resident sexy boy

and i think dark red (and navy blue) are just his colours yknow?

i can already imagine him doing the low 24 hour line and i think it would be perfection

to be honest, i love seeing jiwoong try new concepts out, like he did an amazing job with say my name

but i think in terms of what suits him the best, definitely a concept like 24h

world - seo won

ahhhhhhhhhh i think this would be so so good for seo won!!!!!

like the sparkly outfits, the shining lights

and i love seo won when he smiles and a really cute and upbeat concept just suits him so well!

he would also be so good during the chorus like i know that my boy can sing, even if mnet likes to pretend that he doesn’t exist

fallin flower - sung hanbin

ahhhhh i had to think really long and hard about who i should give fallin flower to and what song i should give to sung hanbin

i think there are so many synchronized arm movements in fallin flower and the dance is very delicate and elegant

it’s a song that’s very near and dear to my heart and i think that shanbin would be able to do the concept justice

not only is he our favourite flower boy but he also specializes in tutting and waacking, both of which require precise arm movements

so i think that pulling off fallin flower would be effortless for him

also ngl i feel like he would look really good in pink but maybe that’s just me

mansae - kim gyuvin

THIS SONG FEELS SO GYUVIN

like it’s just a fun and cheerful song

a little bit on the goofy side

and we’ve all seen enough behind the scenes videos to know that gyuvin would totally nail this concept

i think he also has a really youthful look to him so the high school setting also works

also i just really want to see him do the choreo for the chorus

darl+ing - kim taerae

AFTER MAN IN LOVE I HAVE BEEN OBSESSED WITH TAERAE SMILING WHILE HE’S SINGING

he just has such a wholesome smile

and i think that darl+ing is such a cute song

like taerae would be so sweet while performing and i think he would really shine in a vocal heavy song!!!!

left and right - haruto

maybe it’s because of his zoom outfit but haruto has always come off as a little sporty? to me

and he has a lot of energy and the dance skills to match

so i think left and right would be such a good fit for him!

like he has a really good groove to his dancing that really suits the chorus

and i just know that he would eat up the rapa

adore u - kum junhyeon

okay yes, adore u has had some questionable outfit and editing choices

but who better than kum junhyeon to really make that his own

gang was probably one of my favourite performances this season just because of the personality that they brought to the show

also you definitely need energy for this song and junhyeon has more than enough of that

cheers - keita

honestly i think that left and right could also work for keita (especially the rap part)

but i also think he would do so well in cheers, especially with hoshi’s part

so far his rapping has been fairly fast and doesn’t give him that much room to be more experimental with his delivery

but i think cheers will be good for that

also i feel like he would just rock the big hat yknow

honourable mention goes to back it up which would suit his current rap style perfectly

however there’s no video so i’m not really sure about the concept

call call call - park hanbin

okay law phanbin with the scar changed me

like fundamentally as a person i have been changed

but honestly he does so many different concepts it’s a little crazy

i think call call call would be so fun for him, especially since the concept of the song is on the wackier side

like his facial expressions would be so good in this

and there are 3 main outfit concepts at the beginning and he would suit all of them

also he would look very cool on a motorcycle i’m just saying

part 2 here