#and i was like so true yaya

[poseida]

i survived my first day but unfortunately im a fucking psychic and i foresaw that i would have to go there yet again this week.... and fuuuckkkk i will. TWICE as much

[glacialswordsman-a]

decided to draw a ref for how i view my yaya since i have bunches of headcanons for him

i'll put it in the headcanon masterpost but i'll give him an individual post too

pls DO NOT rb bc i dont want it getting out further than my circle aslkdjaslfj thank yewww <3

[polybiiuss]

oh also these doodles i forgot to post yaya

i love when people interpret sans to treat the blasters like pets!! a while back i had a stupid what if thought where sans would have had that bag of dog food thats seen in alphys lab and papyrus has the line about seeing in his room for the blasters ,. i know its a really important line connecting sans to the true lab and blah blah blah BUT WHATEVER!!! GASTER BLASTER DOG !!! i drew something else based off of it awhile ago but i dont like how the drawing looks much anymore so i dont really feel like posting it here but!! still one of my favorite ideas to think about,..,,, afterdeaths here too .. freaks

[roeroe-world]

her noah, his wiz.

starring: aka roxxie as yaya, method man as cassius

set in 1997.

warning: use of drugs and alcohol, profane language, detailed smut, adult situations, very long and lengthy scene ahead

The beauty of a black woman is unlike any other. Graced in different shades and sizes. Ebony skin crafted perfectly in the hands of God. Their creativity is unmatched. Trendsetters to the absolute max.

We’ve all heard the saying the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice… well, it’s absolutely true. Cassius is just one of many black men whom held the proof.

His woman, Yaya, is the perfect shade of brown. A true melanated queen, a head adorned with a crown. Whatever he wanted, she was down.

No-one could replace his girl. She’s his earth, his sun, the one. Yaya is his one and only true love, truly irreplaceable. They’ve had their ups and downs but still no other bitch could replace her.

“Aye, shorty? I’m home.” Cassius enters their home, after a long day of hustling and doing what he had to do to provide for his woman. He always made sure to make it home in one piece, never wanting his woman to worry about his whereabouts although she always did.

“I’m in here, baby!” Her sweet, Trinidadian and Queens accent meets his eardrums.

A familiar aroma exiting the kitchen invades his nostrils, he rubs his hands together, knowing whatever she cooked would be bomb. More than likely, she was cooking up a Caribbean dish.

Upon entering their spacious kitchen, the sight of his woman rocking blonde tresses nearly made him drool. She must’ve got her hair done today. He loves bright colors on her because it compliments her skin tone so well.

His shorty could rock braids, curls, a mullet, Bantu knots, anything, and she’d still look good. Yaya happened to be versatile with her looks which he adores. She wasn’t a basic bitch and she’s far from average.

The ebony woman stood unapologetically in her skin tone, a frame shaped like an hourglass, and a phat ass. In his eyes, nobody is on her level— not even actress, Halle Berry.

“Damn, who you looking this good for?” He envelopes his arms around her tiny frame, a firm grip on her plump bottom as his head dips into the crook of her neck. His pink lips planting sensual kisses along her soft skin.

His infamous scent of expensive cologne and weed dancing within her nostrils, making her feel right at home.

“You. As always.” She giggles, caressing his clothed back. “How was your day?”

“Same ‘ol shit.”

Yaya didn’t question him any further. She knew he was doing his thing in the streets.

Cassius slightly backs away to give her space to open the oven door, leaning against the island and scanning her frame closely through his Versace glasses. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.

“So… Radiah and I went by Saks today and they had these fly ass high-heel boots. Baby, you should’ve saw ‘em— I mean, they had the cheetah print fur and leather.” Amongst opening the oven door, she sits the dish onto the table and removes the mittens off of her dainty manicured hands. “Then there was this purse. I think it was Prada or Dolce Gabbana. Bad.”

Reaching into the pocket of his baggy leather jacket, “How much money you need to go shopping?”

A bright smile creeps upon her glossy lips as she holds up her hand, showcasing the exact amount she wanted. Her dainty hand bending largely into the air.

Without a hesitation, Cassius chuckles, “I got you, baby.” He counts his cash and hands his woman a wad of money without wasting any time. Money isn’t a thing when it comes to spoiling his girl.

His wiz deserves the finer things in life.

“You always got me, baby.” She plants a loving kiss amongst his pink lips. Ain’t no nigga like the one she got.

1995. 1995 was the year, Cassius and Yaya first laid their dark brown orbs onto one another at Biggie’s concert. It was lust at first sight. A pretty face and a phat ass left him mesmerized but her aura left him hypnotized. Of course, she liked his roughneck look and thought he had it going on.

“What’s good, beautiful? I’m Cassius.” The brown dyed finger waves eccentuated her facial features. Her wine, red dress hugged her small figure as well as a pair of Jordan’s adorning her small feet.

He searched through the crowd to approach her, no longer focusing on the fact that one of his favorite rappers was performing on stage. Cassius was determined to talk to her, despite the rowdiness and ruckus occurring around them.

His hand outward for her to shake it which she does, scanning his being. His hair happened to be in a wild fro, dressed in baggy clothing and a fresh pair of Nikes. “Hello, Cassius. The name’s Yaya.” She definitely enjoyed the sight in front of her. “I’m guessing you want my number.”

Her accent caught him a bit off guard but instead he just grins, saying, “Yeah. If that’s cool with you.” She returns the grin, a grin that indicated that she was fucking with him.

For the rest of the show, they kicked it and remained in touch.

Despite the urges to want to pounce on him the moment they were finally alone for the first time, she made him work for it. Honestly, he loved every moment of it. ‘Cause it was worth it in the end. She’s worth it.

Here they were in 1997, still going strong. Cassius had been nothing short from a real nigga from the get go, fulfilling his promise to give her the world as he did. He treats her like a queen while keeping her laced in the finer things.

Despite possessing her own hard earned money, she has a man who could provide. A man whom she loves from his head to his toes. Who she’d ride for at any given moment.

He peers downward in her direction, grabbing a hold of Yaya’s left hand which held a large diamond rock on her fourth finger and intertwining their fingers, “Shit. I can’t wait to marry you.” The two staring onto one another passionately.

At times, she would often stare at her engagement ring, wondering if it was real or not. The stunning nine carat emerald cut diamond band adorned her left hand for the past four months.

New York City, it was pouring rain. The couple were enjoying their dinner at a popular luxurious restaurant in the city. Suddenly, their conversation transitioned into a heart to heart, expressing to one another how appreciative they were. But Cassius had more planned.

The palm of their hands connected as his thumb caressed the top of her hand, his raspy New York accent flowing within her eardrums. Their eyes never tearing away from one another.

“When you met me I ain’t have nothing and you didn’t have to fuck with me. But you did— no matter how much of a fucking handful I was. I wasn’t easy to deal with yet you remained solid. You stayed down, held a nigga down and helped mold me into the man I am today like no other woman could. You never folded when shit got tough and for that I ain’t got nothing but love and respect for you…”

He spoke truthfully, scanning her facial features and taking in her beauty. “Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with you or replacing what you did. You keep it real. You all I ever wanted in a woman.” Cassius meant every single word. “We got history, shorty and knowing that—” The male reaches into his pocket and bends on one knee. “Will you marry me?”

Instantaneously, her eyes bulged out of her head and she hops out of her seat without a hesitation. “Yes, Cassius, I’ll marry you!” Yaya’s high jet black ponytail bounced as she hops up and down in excitement similar to a child, smiling brightly.

A heartwarming grin amongst his pink lips, he slides the ring onto her finger and the moment he began to stand, she jumps into his arms. Their lips connecting passionately as if they were the only individuals in the establishment.

Yet, they had an entire audience, clapping and making sounds of approval for the couple.

“I can’t wait to marry you either.” Their lips connect yet again. “You hungry?” She began to make him a plate.

“Hell yeah.” He wastes no time responding, his arms enveloping her waist as he watched her.

————

The couple hopped out of Cassius’ Mercedes Benz, strolling hand in hand into the large home. Cassius’ homeboy, Derek, lived it up and hosted lavish parties. He didn’t seem to give a fuck about the white people in his neighborhood.

They could call five-o on him at any moment yet he still could care less. It’s his house and he pays the bills, no-one could tell him what to do with his household. He continued to throw parties damn near every weekend. His house is big enough.

“Aye, what’s good, Cee?!” He greets his childhood friend, their hands clapping together while bringing one another in to clap the other’s back. “Ain’t shit. This piece jumpin’.” Cassius glances around the packed mansion, slightly nodding and rapping along to the music.

“Hey, Yaya. You look good.” Derek embraces the young woman into a friendly hug which she returns. “Hi, Derek.” He so happened to be one of the few of Cassius’ friends she actually liked.

Rap music played loudly, smoke clouded the house and women were everywhere. Mobb Deep’s Quiet Storm Remix featuring Lil Kim blared throughout the speakers. It was live, for sure. Cassius and Yaya found themselves indulging in just a few drinks— more so Yaya, dancing together.

One thing about Yaya is she was going to have a drink or two or even three. She likes to drink and was already about to gulp down her fourth one.

Meanwhile, Cassius was on his third blunt of the day and only had one drink. He isn’t much of a drinker like Yaya happens to be. The only difference is he could function properly when intoxicated, she couldn’t. His baby is lightweight.

A lit blunt sat in between the male’s index and middle finger, shaking his head, “Aht, no more drinks for you, Yaya.” He garners the red cup from her hold and sits it onto a nearby table earning a pout. She couldn’t handle her liquor especially when she’s had too much to drink.

Irrational isn’t even the word to describe how she acted when often intoxicated. He didn’t like when she would drink, he never could.

“You are not my damn daddy.” Childishly, crossing her arms, Cassius doesn’t pay her actions any mind.

The smoke between his lips blows into her face carelessly, hitting her nostrils and eventually her blood stream. She’s not much of a smoker, opposed to Cassius. Though with the amount of smoke clouding her, she was already high as a kite and drunk.

His arms are lifted above his head, his tall frame swaying side to side, singing along to 112’s Cupid. Low red eyeballs piercing downward into hers as he sung the lyrics to the woman. “…And when I tell you I need you. Don’t you think that I’ll never be there, oooh,” It was so off key that the beauty found herself laughing. Her mood immediately shifting, giving into his antics.

Suddenly, she envelopes her arms around his neck and the couple began to sing off key together, even messing up a few of the lyrics along the way.

“True love won’t lie but you won’t know unless you give it try, give it try…” They sang in unison, cracking up at themselves for finishing the note terribly. “I’d rather die before I— before I lie to you,” Yaya’s other free hand swayed side to side while the other remained around his neck. “Never wanna leave, never wanna go, ah oooh— no, no, no, no, nooo, no ohh…”

Their failed attempt to hit the high note results in their laughter to double over. The woman pushes his face away playfully, claiming, “You fuckin’ up my song, nigga.” A mug present amongst her canvas.

Tossing his head backward, chuckling, his head lifts upward yet again as his tongue drags across his pink lips. “You not exactly a Mariah or a Whitney. Shit, you not even a Brandy, shorty.” She gasps in response at the insult, her stomach hurting from the amount of laughing she’d been doing all night.

“Fuck you.” The woman laughs uncontrollably.

Grinning goofily, Cassius forced his fiancée into his embrace and palms her backside. His head dipping into the crook of her neck to plant small pecks upon her skin, inhaling her sweet expensive perfume. He loves him some Yaya.

He enjoyed days like these ‘cause they weren’t always like this.

At times, they would beef for no reason. Yaya tends to get her moods and so does Cassius. They both collectively possess attitudes out of this world and at times their fights could be brutal, harsh. So it was important that the couple basked in the calmness and peacefulness, living in the moment.

They’re still very young individuals, trying to figure themselves and this thing called life out. In the midst of healing from childhood trauma, trying their absolute best to break generational curses. Not wanting to follow the same mistakes their parents made.

Though, at times, it could be unavoidable.

“Yo, Cee, let me whoop yo’ ass in pool.” That familiar raspy New York accent makes her roll her eyes. Exodus.

Cassius’ body no longer on hers and his attention averting to his homeboy, kissing his teeth playfully. “My bad for breaking up y’all little love session.” Exodus’ and Yaya’s eyes meet for a split second the moment she turns, looking him up and down quickly. “You don’t mind if I steal your cheatin’ ass nigga real quick to beat him in pool?” Despite her growing upset, she nods in approval anyways.

“Yeah, no. I don’t mind.” She and Cassius were enjoying their time together until he barged in for a game of fucking pool. Pathetic.

Chuckling, Cassius sends a loving peck to his woman’s lips, “I’ll be back, shorty.” Before leaving, his hand taps her plump backside that sat perfectly in her leather pants. “Nigga, I won that game fair and square. You just a sore loser. Fuck outta here— drinking fourties’ like it’s still the eighties or some shit.” He jokes on his friend while shoving him, the pair walking away alongside one another.

While her fiancé was gone, she decided to have another drink then came another one. As much as she was drinking, she had to use the bathroom. Upon completing what she needed to do, she found herself staring at herself in the mirror.

There she stood. Face made up to perfection with the compliments of MAC and Chanel. Expensive blonde tresses falling just below her backside. A long sleeved shirt that read Moschino in red and white letters. A pair of dark red leather pants crafted perfectly by well-known brand, Versace. As well as a pair of black heeled Chanel boots.

Her ears adorned in diamond earrings that read ‘C’ as well as an iced out chain sitting upon her breasts that spelled out her fiance’s name. Lifting her manicured left hand, the diamond band stares right back at her.

Honestly, Yaya couldn’t believe her life, at times. She’s had her fair share of boyfriends yet none of them amounted to her Cassius. Her noah.

She was with him when he had nothing, still trying to scrape and figure his finances out. Now they were living lavish, money was no longer an issue. Yaya could go shopping whenever she pleased; closet filled with designer bags, shoes, clothes, jewelry.

He promised her the world and everything in it, fulfilling every promise he made.

Despite how well he treated her and kept her looking nice, it can all grow quite overwhelming. Yaya wasn’t used to having nice things especially during her childhood.

She was born to an alcoholic mother and a crack fiend of a father whom sold their belongings for their own personal gain and habits. At times, she had to fend for herself, so it was really rough growing up.

Retail therapy became her best-friend now that she has the funds. But it wasn’t always that way. During her teenage years, alcohol became a friend of hers. That habit hadn’t seem to die since then.

Stumbling out of the spacious bathroom, she heads for the stairs while holding onto the ledge as much as she could. Her current state earned a few stares yet she continues on her way to the pool room.

Individuals surrounded the pool table, engulfed in the sight of Cassius and Exodus have a showdown. She joins the crowd, smiling slightly. Their game of pool seemed to be growing intense as Exodus threw a wad of cash onto the table, shouting, “Put your fuckin’ money where your mouth is, mothafucka.” A grin amongst his two-toned lips.

“You tryna play me again after I done beat yo’ ass for what the… second time?” He speaks arrogantly, popping his nonexistent collar several times.

Arrogance pouring over his fresh tall frame as he daps up a few individuals surrounding him. As he does so, Yaya couldn’t help to notice a trio of females standing behind him and cheering him on loudly. She didn’t like that shit, at all.

She wasn’t one to judge a book by its cover but they looked like hoes, dressed in the tightest and shortest outfits as if they didn’t live in New York and feel the 50 degree windy weather outside. They were definitely looking for the wrong attention, from the wrong person.

“What, nigga? Scared Im’ma beat you this time?” Exodus smirks.

“You know what? X wants the fuckin’ heat, Im’ma bring the fuckin’ heat. Let me spank that ass one good, last time.” Upon finishing his cocky comment, one of three women from the trio struts closer to Cassius and caresses his clothed back. A smile upon her bright face.

That was the last straw.

Yaya wastes no time to march to the scene, “Excuse me, yo?” She makes her presence known earning a plethora of stares. “Take your fuckin’ hands off my nigga.” Her tone rude and harsh, eyes piercing into the woman’s direction whom glances her upward and downward in confusion.

The mood in the entire room immediately shifts. “Who the fuck are you? First of all, I don’t even know you for you to be coming at me like that.” The woman does remove her touch but she was defensive, prepared to defend herself in any way shape or form.

“I’m his fiancée, bitch. Who the fuck is you?”

The minute the young woman began to get in her face is when Cassius intervened, he pulls Yaya into his embrace and shoves his woman behind his frame with a heavy sigh. “Both of y’all calm the fuck down. You…” He demands calmly, trailing off while planting his attention onto the angry unknown woman whom was trying to get closer to Yaya. “can back the fuck up.”

“Nah, ‘cause who she calling a bitch? Then this bitch got the nerve to come at me sideways about a nigga I ain’t even fuck? This hoe done lost her rabbit ass mind, yo.”

“Hoe?” Yaya chuckles drunkenly, foot tapping against the floor. “Look at you, bitch. Go find another nigga to give VD. But not this one. Learn to keep your fuckin’ stank ass hands to yourself. Point blank fucking period, yo.” Cassius shakes his head, sighing yet again.

This is the exact reason he didn’t want her drinking.

“Yo, I don’t know who you is but you making my girl feel some type of way so I’m gon’ ask you to walk away. Politely.” Cassius intervenes, preventing his woman from causing any harm. With the amount of liquor in her system? She would beat a bitch ass with no absolute hesitation.

The unknown woman tilts her head backward in offense, “Why the fuck I gotta leave? No disrespect, mothafucka, you ain’t my daddy. I was here first. It ain’t my fault yo’ bitch is insecure.” She was getting mad disrespectful with the mouth. Neither Cassius or Yaya was feeling it.

Cassius bit his tongue, knowing it held the power of making her cry. She didn’t deserve his energy. This broad was a nobody.

As much as a hothead Yaya happens to be, she attempts to reach over the tall male and lunge at the woman but fails. Eventually, grasping a pool stick and attempting to hit the woman with the item instead.

“Cassius? Let me go!” She shouts, more than prepared to fuck her up. In the midst of the madness, he remained calm and maintained his tight grip to block her from making any sudden movements.

“Aight, aight. Yo, you and your homegirls gotta get the fuck up outta here. Y’all sucking up the energy.” Derek overheard the commotion and decided to intervene, motioning the trio to the exit of his home.

“Fine. This shit was wack anyways. Girl, that nigga ain’t all that for you to be acting like a damn mental patient for.” The trio were on their way out the door, laughing loudly amongst themselves at what just took place a second ago.

Cassius shook his head angrily, “What type of fuckin’ nappy headed disrespectful ass broads you be invitin’ in here, man?” He quizzes his friend, connecting he and Yaya’s hands. “Yeah, nigga. We out.” Not only was Yaya upset, Cassius was too and just as much.

“Damn, nigga. Slow down.” She sends the male a harsh mug as he practically drags her out of the mansion by a tight grip on her hand.

Remaining silent is what he does because if he opened his mouth… Cassius would be bound to go off. He didn’t want to cause another scene in front of hundreds of people again.

Upon opening the passenger door for the young woman, shaking his head disappointingly, observing as she stumbled onto her seat. Her eyes search around, catching sight of the trio standing in front of Derek’s home, staring in the couple’s direction in pure hatred.

Childishly, she sticks out her tongue and flips all three of the women a bird before Cassius shuts the door behind her. He sends the trio an eye roll, strolling over to the driver side then opens his door, flipping the women off as well and hopping into his Benz.

————

Silence filled their two story home. Marijuana smoke clouding the living area. The light from the television being Cassius’ only source of light as he watches reruns of ‘Fresh Prince Of Bel Air’. He didn’t laugh, he didn’t say a word. He just sat in pure silence as he smoked his blunt.

Meanwhile, Yaya saunters down the steps after a much needed shower and hopping out of bed upon realizing her man wasn’t spooning her. “Baby?” No response. He’s clearly upset and she could tell, she could feel it.

“Cassius, I know you hear me talking to you.” She joins him on the couch, sending multiple pecks to the side of his face and neck. “Come to bed, papa.” Her chin leaning against his left shoulder, running her hand across his fresh fade adorned with his black durag.

Still, he gives her the silent treatment.

“Cassius?” She summons his name yet again.

“You got a problem.” He speaks for the first time in hours. Head planted to the television screen.

“What?” She quizzes in confusion, eyebrows furrowing together and moving away from him slightly.

“Your drinking is starting to get out of control.”

Instantly, her head tilts backward as her nose turns up as if he was speaking another language. What he said isn’t foreign at all. She understood every single word he spoke but that didn’t mean she isn’t offended.

“I’ve been drinking since I was thirteen, Cassius. I’m a grown ass woman and I can handle my damn liquor.”

Shaking his head, “That’s the issue.” Kissing her teeth, she began to speak until it was too late. “You been like that since I met you. I ain’t notice it then but I’m seeing it through now. It’s cool to have a drink every once in awhile but you… you have a couple drinks then another few drinks, eventually the whole bottle.” He began acknowledging his observations over the years, no longer ignoring them.

Now that they were getting married, a lot of issues couldn’t go unaddressed.

“You stressed? Are you stressed about the wedding? What’s going on? Talk to me.” Taking a pull from his blunt, Yaya observes him before scoffing. He had some nerve to try to point out her ‘issues’ as if he doesn’t have any.

“I want to marry you. That’s a no brainer but you’re trying to claim I’m the one with the habit here, yet you smoke weed twenty damn times a fuckin’ day.”

Suddenly, Cassius began to choke on the smoke as a laugh of disbelief clawed its way through his throat. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He couldn’t believe she was trying— no she wasn’t even trying. She’s flipping this shit on him completely.

“Yo, what?” He starts, “I ain’t the one who spazzed on some broad tonight. Just saying.” His hands go up in the air for a second, blunt between his lips.

“That bitch was touching you without permission. I had every right to react the way I did. Meanwhile, you and Exodus were too busy having a dick swinging contest—”

“Aight, aight, aight, baby. I ain’t arguing with yo’ ass tonight. We all got problems that not even money can solve. I love you enough to call you out on your shit. So, let’s leave it at that.” He shrugs, continuing to smoke his blunt without any absolute shame. “And ain’t nothing wrong with weed. It’s an herb. Word.” She sends him an eye roll, plopping her back against the couch.

Similar to a broken record, tonight’s events starts replaying in her head. From the moment the couple arrived and left, her drinking in between their time there. She hadn’t even realized it as she mindlessly poured as many cups as she could the moment her fiancé waltzed off with Exodus.

Yaya knew he would have stopped her like he did prior before leaving her by her lonesome, thinking he was just being bossy and controlling. In reality, he was aware of her dangerous habit yet she didn’t realize it herself.

Her mother was in denial. Her father was in denial. Yet where did their habits lead them? To the grave.

Tears cascades along her cheeks and as much she attempts to hold them back, she couldn’t. She was still drunk and when she’s under the influence, she’s extremely dramatic and overly emotional. But these tears… weren’t just any tears or her being downright dramatic. These were tears for her parents.

The tears she didn’t cry at neither of their funerals.

“I apologize for embarrassing you, papa.” She cries softly and he wastes no time to embrace the woman, his blunt being the least of his worries and now sitting into the ashtray for later.

“You ain’t got nothing to be sorry for, baby.” He sends a peck to her forehead as she melts into his arms, loving this side of him. She wished her father would embrace her this way.

One of Cassius’ nicknames happened to be Papa. He accepted her for who she is, never sought out to change her and loved her unconditionally. He’s also more than fully equipped to be a daddy; financially, emotionally, physically, and mentally.

Out of all of the men she’s ever been romantically involved with, Cassius’ also known as Papa handled her with care and picked her up when she was down. Never once neglected her like the other men had, like her father had.

He’s her noah, alright.

Lifting her head, she looks him in the eye, “I love you.” She meant it. “I love you to the moon and back for putting up with me the way you do and to this day I don’t know how. You never left my side and I’m so grateful for a man like you.”

“And I ain’t never leaving you. It’s you and I till the day we die.” Her eyes were watery, sniffling as she gave him her undivided attention while he spoke. “I love that big brain inside of this dome of yours. I love these pretty eyes. I love this pretty nose…” He taps the bridge of her nose. “I love these pretty lips,” His thumb trailing across her soft lips before leaning in to plant two pecks amongst the pair.

“I love this body. Inside and out. Never stop being who you are ‘cause I love every part of you, from your flaws— your imperfections. You got my heart.”

“You got my heart.” She replies with a smile, whispering close to his lips and connecting them yet again. This union more passionate than the last.

“Damn. I love you.” He speaks within their kiss, climbing on top of the woman.

Suddenly, Yaya disconnects their lip-locking and turns on her stomach while lifting her purple lace thigh-length night gown to reveal her bare plump bottom. Her top row of pearly whites embeds into her bottom lip the moment he sends a rough smack to her backside.

At this point, they were completely bare and exposed. Cassius fills her up with his curved phallus, the couple moaning softly at the sensation of one another. They felt right at home. No matter how many times they made love, they never got tired of one another.

His firm grip on each side of her waist tightened so she couldn’t run, not that she would anyway. Yaya always took him like a pro and never complained about his large size. She handled it whenever and however she desired while making him feel good on the same accord.

The side of her canvas smushed into the arm of the leather couch, mouth wide open, eyelids fluttering from the sensation of Cassius’ dick driving in and out of her passionately yet slowly. His chest pressed against her back, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

“Oh, shit.” She moans aloud, french tip mid-length acrylics raking through his facial hairs. Her nectar dripping along his member and pelvic area. “Faster, papa…” Her tone pleads and he does as requested, speeding up his pace yet making sure she felt everything.

Yaya’s jaw drops as her body is being shoved back and forth alongside each stroke. Ecstasy pouring within her veins, lips shaking while crying out through the pleasure and pain. Blonde tresses falling out of its ponytail, wildly covering the woman’s face. Meanwhile, Cassius was focused on pleasuring his fiancée.

The gripping, the tugging, the wetness, the way her ass clapped as she threw it back on him; Cassius was in ecstasy too.

His top row of pearly whites digs into his bottom lip, grabbing a hold of her hair and forcing her head backward. Their eyes connecting, both jaws agape. “How much you love this dick?” Her eyebrows furrow together yet again, eyelids shutting while her pink tongue drags across her lips.

“I…” She began only to take a pregnant pause the moment his free hand comes into contact with her throbbing center, rubbing in circles. “Mm,” A pent up sensation creeps amongst her. “Cassius—” The young woman couldn’t contain her juices, squirting due to overstimulation.

“Mhm.” He encourages her, continuing his actions which would ultimately drive her up the wall. “I asked you a question, baby.”

“I love this dick…” She whimpers weakly, biting down on her lip.

Suddenly, Cassius’ switches their position so that his back is against the couch while the woman is on top of his lap. Face to face. Her arms enveloping his neck, bare hourglass frame moving up and down passionately. They were freeing their minds, finding themselves moaning and groaning. His hands palming and sending multiple smacks to her backside on several occasions.

They couldn’t keep their eyes off of one another with the exception of tossing their head backwards or shutting their eyelids for a second.

For a sharp moment, Yaya slides his soaked member out of her wetness and taps it against her center before squirting once more. A loud, pornographic moan falling from her lips as she returns him to his rightful position. Her gushiness and wet skin clapping making a track of its own.

“Look what you do to me, papa.” Her dainty hands caressing his chest, referring to the wetness she possessed. She was perfectly crafted in God’s hands.

“Damn, shorty.” Her fiance speaks in disbelief and pure arousal, hands trailing across her breasts then her flat stomach and eventually her throbbing center. “Fuck, I love this pussy…” His tone low, full of lust and desire. “What did I do to deserve you?”

The thought of the two getting married crosses his mind, envisioning his woman in a beautiful white gown trailing down the flower decorated aisle. A smile etched upon her captivating face as their brown irises remained onto one another’s.

Their honeymoon in her hometown, Trinidad, like they planned. Kids.

His touch trails amongst her belly, their faces barely an inch from one another, “This where our babies gon’ grow. Fuck…” His jaw drops, feeling his orgasm approaching. “Damn, you fuckin’ amazin’.” Not only is she the bomb in general but so is her pussy.

The hole is fit for his size, popping and snapping at him because as Yaya would say ‘she loves him’. Cassius’ believed her from the moment they first made love due to how she reacted and he didn’t even need to touch it.

“All this for me, shorty?” His tongue dragging across his lips, low gaze peering a hole into the woman’s being.

“Mhm.” She hums, hips moving in a circular motion. “This your pussy, papa.” Planting a loving peck amongst his lips.

“Yeah, I know. You ain’t gon’ give my shit away, right?” He began forcing her body up and down, snatching the breath out of her while staring into her soul. Though, he’s been snatching her soul the entire time.

“Never… fucking never… ah,” A plethora of whimpers falling behind her response shortly after. “Ouu, Cee, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Mhm, let that shit go.” And so she did. Unraveling amongst him as he did, inside of her, ensuring that every drop entered her warm walls. “Good girl.” He praises her with a groan, planting sensual kisses along her neck.

“Shit, I love you.” The young woman connects their lips into a passionate union, panting heavily.

“I love you.” He speaks, continuing to stare in the direction of his fiancée under his almost squinty eyes and perfectly curled eyelashes. His gaze low, completely underneath her spell.

“Let’s go again in the shower, yeah?” Happily, she garners enough strength to pull him off of the couch and lead him upstairs. He mindlessly followed. Yeah, she has him sprung.

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Oh wow! Look at that! Another Codywan My Big Fat Greek Wedding AU post!

So, of course, after posting about who I think Rex and Boba would be (Athena and Nick for those who haven’t seen the update) I started thinking who Maria and Aunt Voula would be.

There was some back and forth with who would be Maria in my head. I don’t know much about Jango from before he appeared in AotC, so I don’t know if there was a character that he was canonically in a romantic relationship with. But after some thinking (and honestly I’m still on the fence) I’ve decided that Shaak Ti could most likely fit the bill. There’s a lot of fan art out there of Jedi Mama Shaak Ti taking care of/raising the clone cadets, which is mainly what put me onto the idea. I’m still open to suggestions so if anyone wants to plead their case of who they think would be a good fit for Maria (POLITELY! I will not hesitate to block people who come out of the gate with hate-guns blazin’!), I’m willing to listen and take it into consideration.

As for Aunt Voula, I know that she’s technically supposed to be Maria’s sister, but I always have a soft spot for sister-in-laws that are so close that they could be the irl siblings. So, I’ve decided that Aunt Voula will be Arla Fett. I’m not sure who Taki and the kids should be (Angelo and Nikki for those who don’t remember their names and don’t want to go digging through IMDB). I’m leaning towards Taki being either an OC or someone from the True Mandalorians. Angelo and Nikki should be clones, maybe from the CC batch? Hmmmmm….

… I just realized that if I’m bringing Arla into this AU, that means that Yaya should technically be Jaster…

… Oh dear

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Elementals Seperated - 45 second hug

Halilintar had hoped Boboiboy wouldn’t do anything that completely disregards his survival when he was gone.

Who is he kidding. This is Boboiboy, the same kid that did everything for his friends, who fought machines and weapons many times his size. Of course he would go after them. Of course he would fight Kaizo. And he actually won.

Well, too bad Fang had to face Ying and Yaya’s wrath, but he’ll live. Aliens are very sturdy after all.

It’s embarrassing really, but this is the least he could do right now. Boboiboy had prodded him about it a few times too. A little positive reinforcement should be good? He also made sure his brothers aren’t around, they’ll tease him about it til they implode or explode someday.

“After a short evaluation of your performance in the battle, I believe it’s only fitting there’s a reward for it.”. His master has a rather suprised expression when Halilintar said it. He wonders why.

“Ah, sorry. I didn’t expect you to compliment me like that” Boboiboy giggled while scratching the back of his head.

“What did you expect?”

“You usually lectured me about being reckless and all…”

“It’s true that I still want you to have more self preservation, but I’ll let it slide this time. You and your friends… You did well. So I’ll let you hug me for 4 to 5 seconds”

As soon as Halilintar looked at his master again, he regretted saying that.

“45 seconds?”

“No-“

“Too late!”

Just like that, Boboiboy now has his arms wrapped around him. The spirit of lightning could only sigh. Prying him off isn’t an option, he’s stubborn, and he doesn’t want to hurt him either. Stuck in a hug (that he doesn’t want to admit is nice) it is then.

“Alright, but you’re letting me go after 45 seconds”

“Deal”

They stayed there, both silently counting the time. Eventually, Halilintar made it known 45 seconds has passed

“Sorry about that! I just thought you could use a longer hug too”

“What makes you think that?”

“Intuition?”

“Your intuition is impulsive”

“It’s quick thinking!”

“There’s a difference between quick thinking and impulse”

Halilintar had hoped Boboiboy would have some form of survival instincts after all this time, but it seems such instincts are fickle.

For example, now. Lightning strikes carrying devastating attacks flying everywhere. With an unstable master and an uncooperative spirit, such destruction is unavoidable. No matter what damage control he tried, this is about as good as it gets. Yet, Boboiboy and Rimba, his master and his brother still pushed on.

It amazes him how impulsive, yet brave plans Boboiboy come up with are. Instead of simply waiting this time, he reached for them as well, felt the pull of the drain, and the lightning elemental was out of the blade.

Boboiboy Rimba felt a pair of arms around him, and it was indeed, Halilintar. Warmth, suprise, joy all at once. Hali is back.

They would have hugged longer if the situation allowed it, but that will have to wait. He returns to the watch where he belonged, where his brothers are waiting.

“It’s over now, Kira”

- By SP Anon, in celebration of Gur’latan arc coming to Webtoon!

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[smalltimidbean]

hi again! So I have a lot I wanna say following the anatomy post, as I'll be calling it, because even though it's fresh I read the whole thing and I'm glad we know more about the clones :D and also I assume now would be a good time to ask about because of how fresh it is. ANYWAYS let's get to it!

So I wanted to ask about these specific parts, and what I could tell from them:

To summarize, a clone bearing a toothy grin is threatening, and a clone sticking its tongue out/drooling/licking it lips is not threatening. This is the premise I worked under when I made this:

(In like, 2 minutes. I wonder if anyone can tell!)

As you can see, I added a few facial expressions that weren't mentioned l, and that I wonder their meaning in relation to what has already been stated. I think I can confidently predict what the first two mean, thanks to the fact that clones have made those facial expressions before. Though anyone is welcome to correct me if I'm wrong!

Closed-mouth and open-mouth smiles are not threats, unlike the toothy "smiles" which are. The quotation mark around "smile" in the original post(as well as a part of pep's toyhouse page(which didn't appear in the Tumblr post from several months past)) also indicate that the threatening smiles are not genuine, and so smiles without teeth are genuine expressions of joy.

The other one, though, seems to send somewhat mixed messages. That expression is saying both that "I am a threat" and "I am not a threat, " which when a applied to the only clone we ever see donning this face, Pep, is true. Though, whenever he smiles like that, it is genuine and not an attempt to threaten anyone. Is this because he's smiling at something or someone other than a fellow clone, and he knows that, in order to communicate the same emotion he has to make a different facial expression depending on if he's making it at clones on non-clones?

But uhh yeah :D hope this wasn't too long winded and that I made any sort of sense lol!

Yaya! I have a ton of clone info I wanna post, but I have been trying to figure out how/where to do that, so I might just unload it all here in chunks kjlfdkfg

Asking questions about clone stuff is alright, and it helps me figure out stuff, or point out if I have contradicted myself - which happens more than I would like kjfgkjfg

Although for these points, perhaps I spoke too broadly as this post was supposed to be on anatomy and not behaviour, but I guess I can't help myself kjdfgk - it is also why I did not mention other types of smile

But for clones there are genuine smiles, and there are threat 'smiles', like this;

Threat smiles are not expressions of joy, they are meant to convey 'I have teeth, and I will use them if you continue to upset me' or simply 'you are bothering me' if they are not showing teeth - whereas genuine smiles are just that, they are happy

If you add a tongue to a threat 'smile', it is still considered a threat due to other aspects like the eyes and stance etc, but more along the lines of either a submissive threat ('I am scared, please leave, or I will attack') or the clone is hungry ('I will eat you if approached, so back off for your own good') - but honestly it depends on the situation, sometimes clones already have their tongues out before threat 'smiling' and it ends up hanging out regardless dhfsdh

And yes, most of Pep's smiles have been genuine - there has been at least two with a threat 'smile' (both directed at or implied to be directed at Peppino) - but most of the time he is genuinely happy

It can be a bit confusing since clones are kinda animal, kinda people, so they get both that 'smiling is a threat' (animal side) and 'smiling is friendly' (people side) lfglgfd

When I make a post(s) on clone behaviours, I will be sure to make this more clear! But I still appreciate the questions!

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Enhypens personality Off Camera

(This was a request from @sungine , thank you so much for the request!)

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Jungwon

Cards pulled out: The hierophant, the fool reversed, knight of swords, temperance

Yeah so what im getting is that off camera he's a very traditional guy with traditional values here and there he shares it, off camera he still can be a bit reckless like all the kpop idols, cause we all know they're humans. A little neglectful. But even the cards say a leader lmao. Still witty, sometimes daring, very like single- minded. But ja

He's a balanced guy off camera and has a little bit of patience and calmness. It's like he doesn't let things get to him, but he only gets to himself. If you know what I mean.

Overall pretty good tbh.

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Heesung

Cards pulled out: Knight of pentacles, the tower, the hermit, queen of swords reversed

Okay damn, so off camera he is practical, logical, hard worker, making his dreams come true, but at the same time extremely chaotic, which causes him to like go home take a shower and think deep about what he has done and how chaotic shit is. Very pessimistic too which causes him to be very nasty at times and make cruel comments, bad at communicating too.

He's a good person deep down and he means well, but communication skills are bad and he's too focused on the bad and being perfect.

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Jay

Cards pulled out: four of cups, the empress, page of swords, seven of pentacles.

Okay so he's very in his head a lot and he's so in his head that he misses good opportunities for him and he even refuses some offers to him, idk if it's pettiness or just because he's so stuck in his head, but he had a lot of nurturing and creative energy, not shocked from all his Taurus placements.

But he's more on guard and tries to think before he speaks and tries to not get into arguments. But ja sometimes he questions things a lot. Too in his head, but nothing too bad. He should just get out of his head otherwise depression starts.

Overall chill, but ja something he should work on.

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Jake

Cards pulled out: Ace of wands reversed, chariot, seven of cups reversed and the devil reversed.

So I feel like off camera he does have a lack of enthusiasm and gets bored easily and has a blocked creative side. Idk what stopping it but I think he's fixing it rn. He's overcoming obstacles and has self-discipline and some will power in him.

He's too focused on materialistic things and I feel like he feels trapped, but I think he out himself in that trap not gonna lie, he tries to avoid these problems but I think he realized he can't now.

Now he's getting over his addictions and gaining control again. Yaya yaya

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Sunghoon

Cards pulled out: king of wands reversed, seven of cups, queen of cups, the emperor reversed

Idk this is confusing, so he can be very nasty and abuse his power and be a bitch, but still very emotional like nice and kindness and shit, womanizer bro. Anyways. He might break a lot of his promises

He has a lot of options and he procratinates a lot and has a lack of enthusiasm, I don't blame him.

But he's very controlling ngl and abusive, or abuses his power. He seriously needs to get a grip of himself.

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Sunoo

Cards pulled out: Nine of cups, five of swords reversed, two of swords reversed and four of pentacles.

So off camera he is still very cheerful, optimistic, confident and had a high self-esteem. But he can be a little relentless and be emotionally cold to some people and be like cold and gone.

He can be very indecisive and he holds onto his fears and anxiety a lot. But that's not all he holds on to, he holds on top people, his belongings, ect ect.

A little stingy ngl and ja very possessive.

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Niki

Cards pulled out: all reversed, knight fo swords, three of cups, ace of pentacles and ace of cups.

Damn. So he can be a little hurtful with his words and be sarcastic, sometimes a know it all, he goes with the flow and is a follower. So he just follows the group.

He had a lack of social life and friends which is sad and he has a lack of security and he can be a little stingy with his money, he's very heartbroken though. Ngl I can imagine, he basically doesn't even have a proper teenage fun years. He has blocked emotions and stuff. Shame man he just needs more friends and people that will hear him

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I hope you guys enjoyed the readings. Till next time. Byeeee

[yuutsunaoi-writes]

“𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 - 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙗𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚.”

or rewriting boboiboy windara episode 3 animation because it strays too far from the comic by merging both the animation and comic plot.

a/n: i feel like it’s too short to be posted on ao3 so here it is on tumblr!! (actually could be a part of tls around ying’s pov but shhh i purposefully wrote it like so but shhh ^^)

They landed on a what-seemed-to-be deserted place with nowhere to go, and just like the barren place, so was Fang’s mind.

He knew Boboiboy was overwhelmed with guilt - yet what exactly was he supposed to do to comfort his friend?

Fang was no stranger to seeing Boboiboy losing hope a little. More often than not, Boboiboy would break down mid-battle, and then Gopal would do his magic with his words, Yaya and Ying would enforce those words by saying more words, and Fang would place a comforting hand on Boboiboy’s shoulder before sealing it with a ‘you can count on us!’ line.

It worked wonders all the time, as Boboiboy would regain his courage and then beat the tough opponent they were facing.

However, this time, there were no Gopal, Yaya, nor Ying to be speaking up and saying the right words.

So now all the talking was left to him - which sucked because talking was not his forte!

Sure, he had known Boboiboy long enough, and he knew Boboiboy saw him as a close friend, but Fang still doubted that his words could have the same impact as Gopal’s who had known Boboiboy longer than Fang did!

Hence, hesitant of stringing words he himself wasn’t even sure of, Fang frantically looked around for some kind of distraction that could help Boboiboy to at least quiet down the what-Fang-was-sure-of guilty and foolish thoughts in the capped teen’s head.

His savior came in the form of some smoke, and he quickly pointed at it and informed Boboiboy of it, hoping this would help Boboiboy to stop dwelling in his misplaced guilt and instead focus on what’s around him - on Fang.

Fang hoped Boboiboy knew Fang was trying his best to comfort the capped teen.

At Fang’s words, the fog in Boboiboy’s eyes lifted a little, replaced with slight resignation as a stiff smile adorned his face while he said that they should ask for some food too. (Fang pursed his lips in disapproval when Boboiboy admitted to have skipped meals, but he decided it wasn’t the right time to address the topic.)

Still, despite it being a stiff smile, it was a smile nonetheless, and Fang was determined to turn it into a sincere one - which led him to suddenly crack a joke about how Boboiboy should have eaten something like awesome him had done.

Only to blush in embarrassment when his own stomach growled.

It was embarrassing - but it pulled a smile and a small giggle from Boboiboy.

Fang considered that as a win.

So the two of them made their way to the source of the smoke, and while it was true that the smok was indeed a sign of someone living there, they haven’t really considered the part of who exactly were living there: allies or foes.

The people who lived there had a young leader - a kid - acting as the one who gave out orders that went by the name Papileon.

They had just gotten to Kampung Kepaku, yet they were quickly dragged to Kepaku Park instead after Boboiboy and Fang had explained how they had gotten there.

There were children playing around in the park, and Fang was quick to understand that something had happened to the children - saved for Tok Liam, who was too old that the tyrant chose to not care for as the old man would not be helpful in the mines due to his limited energy and strength. (Tok Liam mentioned something about how he looked familiar, but he dismissed it with a thoughtful look soon after.)

The four of them were brought to a secluded part of the park, passing by a couple of kids in the process - kids who all seemed happy and joyous.

It was odd - did they not know of the dire situation and the obvious fact that the adults - their parents - were being used to mine every hour of the day mercilessly without proper care by the tyrant?

Tok Liam had been explaining what was happening along their journey about what had happened, and continued to do so while Boboiboy and Fang filled their stomachs with the food they had.

Papileon didn’t seem to like Boboiboy and Fang very much, but that was solved when she managed to strike a deal with the duo to help save the adults who were forced to mine in exchange for the food that the duo had just eaten. (She also said she would find them a way to reach their friends - which made them all the more sure of their decision to agree with her bargain.)

Like a whole different person, Papileon started opening up to them, and explained that she purposefully moved over the children left to Kepaku Park to distract the children from their parents’ absence - to stop them from barging into danger to save their parents and possibly endangering themselves.

“Distraction doesn’t last forever, but I rather have them smiling than crying from feeling helpless because they couldn’t do anything to save their parents.” Papileon had said - and Fang could see how both him and Boboiboy whole-heartedly understood Papileon’s words.

Boboiboy promised Papileon that they would do anything in their power to help her with her plans to save the adults, and Papileon gave a weak smile in response.

For a child; Papileon was very level-headed and matured.

Eventually, the four of them set to go to the mines, and there they fought with Muskida who they managed to beat after a quite tough battle.

Still, they came out as the winner, and while Muskida unfortunately managed to escape, everyone was saved.

It was then did Tok Liam pulled Fang to the side and suddenly gave him a proud smile along with a hug that had him going rigid from how unfamiliar yet familiar the hug was.

Apparently, Tok Liam knew of Fang’s parents, and it took all of Fang’s might to stop himself from crying right then and there.

He rarely talked about his late-parents - so the sudden topic being brought up was enough to hit a spot in his heart, peeling at the still-healing injury a little.

Unfortunately, there was no time to catch up, as Papileon, true to her words, told them that she knew of a way for them to contact the friends they were separated from.

While Boboiboy was speaking to Yaya through the screen after successfully establishing a stable connection, Fang felt himself feeling relieved that Boboiboy was in a good enough shape mentally and physically to last through everything that had happened despite only having Fang as a support - a support who’s not very good with words, unfortunately.

Yaya told them they would go there to pick them up, and that they should take a rest first at Kampung Kepaku so that they were well-rested before their confrontation with Reramos.

Hence why they found themselves being given a room by Papileon who insisted that they should rest after using so much of their energy. (She also said something about a short celebration party for the plan being successful, but Fang was too exhausted to pay attention - at least Boboiboy seemed to be paying attention.)

When they were left alone by themselves, Fang had wanted to just hit the pillow and sleep, but as his eyes landed on Boboiboy who had a faraway look in his eyes, he scrambled for something to say to provide some kind of comfort and reassurance for his friend.

However, before he could, Boboiboy suddenly looked up to him, and Fang found that his heart started hammering in his chest at the tender look in his friend’s eyes - eyes that were looking at him.

Fang wasn’t really used to such eyes - especially from Boboiboy who played the role as a rival in Fang’s life.

“Thank you for being so considerate and patient with me, Fang.” Boboiboy had said sincerely, eyes crinkling in the corners and doing nothing to soothe Fang’s heartbeat.

“I- I didn’t really do anything. You did most of it yourself.” Fang replied, and while he knew that the two of them did everything together and that Boboiboy thanking him made sense, Fang felt like he just… had to do something to reassure Boboiboy that they couldn’t have gotten this far without Boboiboy.

Perhaps to remind Boboiboy that Boboiboy was anything but the one who was at fault for what had been happening in Windara.

Boboiboy shook his head from side to side, as if fond, before he gave yet another smile that had Fang fighting the redness in his cheeks.

“I’m thanking you because I know you’ve been struggling to try and console me. It’s nice; knowing you care and seeing you trying hard to make sure I’m okay.

It’s nice to see those words or actions - in the end it is still obvious you care and worry for me. No matter how awkward you are about it.”

The capped teen laughed a little at Fang by the end of his sentence, but Fang couldn’t find it in him to get mad and refute - because above anything else, right now he felt like he had achieved it.

He managed to be a good friend to Boboiboy.

Fang fell asleep soon after once Boboiboy had stopped pestering him about ‘being so sweet’. (It was a very good sleep - one that had Fang feeling fresh and anew after waking up from it.)

After participating in the short celebration, Yaya, Gopal, Ying and Maripos came to pick the duo up, and Fang was eager to add the achievement of saving Windara’s hands from the reign of Reramos on top of his ‘managed to be a good friend’ achievement.

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How would a wholly genderbent shugo chara go in your opinion.

I'm thinking hard about this and at first I thought nothing about the plot would change, but after brainstorming I believe some key parts about the story would definitely be different. I think most characters role's and characterisations would stay the same because their gender doesn't influence the part they play in the story, but some characters definitely would have a different role because their gender affects those things, and so they may have a different arc if they were the "opposite" gender (and dammit it always comes back to the characters who have the most family trauma).

I'm gonna talk about the characters who wouldn't change much first:

Amu would still have a tough facade but may be seen more as a delinquent (I believe their would-be-selves would largely stay the same), Kukai would still be great at sports, instead having a family full of sisters and being the youngest sister, Yaya would have to try to be a good older brother to a baby sister but they might get less slack from their parents about wanting to be the baby forever, Kairi would stay the same there is no doubt about it, and Tadase would too. However I will acknowledge how somewhat ground-breaking it would be to see these characters as the "opposite" gender in these roles (that isn't played for mockery): Amu yearning to wear pink, be more domestically skilled and be seen as cute (could be heavily transfem coded), Kukai being a masculine sporty girl, Yaya indulging in cutesy baby stuff as a boy, and Kairi dreaming of being a samurai (could be transmasc coded).

As for Nagi, Rima, Ikuto and Utau I think their stories could be drastically different.

For Nagi's you'd have to do some playing around. In a genderbent scenario they'd be female forced into a male role... but for what reason? I don't know any boy exclusive sports or arts and to be honest I don't know if there is such a thing. I guess Nagi could be born into a family where only men carry on the tradition of... kendo? But that's not comparable because kendo is a mixed gender martial art, whereas jiuta mai (highly likely to be what their family practices) is for women only. So, my proposal is go full throttle on the trans narrative and have Nagihiko be assigned female at birth, starting out as Nadeshiko, and then transition throughout the story and come out as a transmasc genderfluid person. Nagi is already basically a trans metaphor in canon so why not just do it for real? It'd be so powerful in a story about being true to yourself. You literally get the same character arc but with the transness now being obvious. Nagi/Nade still loves traditional dancing, but yearns to express themselves like a boy would and do boyish things. It literally fits so well even though it's not... exactly “gender-bending” but this is my post about gender and shugo chara so I can do what I want.

Moving on, Rima's story could be extremely different. Truth of the matter is, girls are preyed upon more than boys (even though violence against young boys and men does happen) and it's specifically because of Rima's cute and fem appearance that she was targeted for her kidnapping. Her near kidnapping led to her parents lashing out at each other and becoming dysfunctional, forming Rima's dream of wanting to make people happy so she could have a happy family again. I think there's a lot of complexity with how she views herself too because she knows that as a cute girl she can get whatever she wants from boys, and like... this danger and advantage she has is something so intrinsic to the fact that she is a girl. So if she were a boy, I feel like the reason for the family dysfunction would be different and their general attitude at the start would be different. But like I said, boys can be put in danger too and could develop a complex relationship with their appearance. It's an extreme of totally different, or roughly the same.

Okay, so... Utau and Ikuto. Why do I feel like their roles would be completely reversed?

Utau would still be the younger one, but because they'd be a boy I feel like they'd be less pushed into the idol role and more pushed into the role of what Ikuto was doing in canon: cleaning up Easter's mess (though male idols do exist so maybe they'd be one anyway). In turn, I feel like Kazoumi would want to make Ikuto the face of Easter's entertainment sect as a violin prodigy. Kazoumi is a slime ball and treats his step-son like dirt but I feel like he'd treat them like he does with Utau and make them marketable as a female idol, of sorts.

But wait wouldn't that mean Kazoumi is female in this universe...? Okay so maybe their roles would stay the same because I can completely see the evil-step mother thing happening with Ikuto still doing the dirty work. Though it'd be funny if Kazoumi was the only character that didn't get genderbent and possibly got together with fem Aruto instead (which she'd hate um)... unless he's a gay man in this universe and went with male Souko, which would be closer to canon lmfao.

[theyareweird]

Nurturing Beastman – Chapter 11

Pom-Fig Fruit

Kianna couldn’t bear the thought of Onica being subjected to a sex slave’s life for breeding purposes. Fortunately, she didn’t believe her friend was the type of person to do anything that would warrant their kidnapper’s wrath. Then again, if everything about unwanted ferals is true, Onica is likely being raped this moment. Not that Kianna had any reason to doubt these beastman. After all, this is clearly common knowledge in this world. It caused Kianna’s stomach to churn.

To top everything off, Kianna was boiling in the humid heat of the jungle. Although this was natural year-round weather for such an environment, she was sweating under the long sleeves of her beige blouse. Kianna's dark brown pleated skirt was even filthy from sleeping on the ground during her travel period between the cat clan and the tiger clan.

Nayuki managed to fall asleep after a while. Meanwhile, Kianna couldn’t bring herself to rest knowing Onica was being tortured. In fact, she couldn’t stop crying. No one should be touched like that. Kianna couldn’t imagine what Onica was enduring right now while she was safe in a tree with Nayuki.

“Don’t cry, Nurturer.” The female doctor said. Kianna turned around to see the woman tiger standing by the tree’s entrance. She must have jumped up while Kianna was consumed by her thoughts. “I notified Chief Yaya of the situation and he organized a search party for the stolen nurturer.” The doctor explained, gazing at Kianna with sympathetic eyes.

Kianna’s eyes then landed on the peculiar fruit in the woman’s hand. It’s obscurely six-sided, being the size of an orange. The skin is smooth, thin and crimson red. Cracking it open, the doctor split the fruit in half to reveal its pinkish red interior. Within was a large pit containing several angular elongated seeds. Some seeds were pale pink while others were a bright red. Overall, the strange fruit appeared to be a fig and pomegranate hybrid of some kind.

“Please, cheer up. Now that you have a mate, I brought you some Pom-Fig Fruit! This one piece of fruit miraculously formed a season early during the spring. So, I picked it for you.” The doctor warmly smiled.

Kianna crossed her arms. “I’ve never heard of it.” She mumbled.

“Eating the pink seeds after your uterus cycle will allow you to become impregnated.” She happily explained. “Having your first litter will help you smile and get your mind off things.”

“Why eat a seed to increase my chances of pregnancy? Having sex will do that eventually.” Kianna huffed in dismissal.

The doctor blinked at Kianna’s misunderstanding. “Birth rates are generally extremely low, but without consuming a seed of a Pom-Fig Fruit, Beastkind can’t reproduce at all.” The tiger emphasized.

Kianna immediately glanced at Nayuki’s sleeping state on the cot. Her face turned a dusty pink hue. According to this lady, Beastkind can repeatedly mate without fearing the creation of a child in the process. Perhaps this meant humans like herself wouldn’t need to fear having a baby with a creature from another species unless she ate a pink seed from a Pom-Fig Fruit. Of course, this meant Onica is likely being force-fed these seeds to bear that feral snake’s offspring as they spoke. This only added more stress on Kianna’s shoulders.

“What about the red seeds?” Kianna asked, trying not to think about Nayuki or Onica at the moment.

“Those change your genitals.” The doctor bluntly replied.

“Huh?” Kianna calmly gawked. Other than her mouth hanging slightly open, she appeared neutral, but mentally couldn’t comprehend what she had heard.

The doctor nodded. “Eating a red seed allows any nurturer or nature beastman to bear children if one partner physically cannot. It also permits samesex couples to reproduce as well.” She explained.

Kianna honestly didn’t want to grasp something this perplexing right now. She was already overwhelmed with emotions and more complex information was the last thing she needed to hear. Then again, a magical gender morphing fruit wasn’t the most insane concept in a universe where people shapeshift into animals.

“I understand if you want to wait until you develop your relationship first before you have offspring together. But if you change your mind, Pom-Fig Fruit is in season from June through November, every summer and fall.” The doctor explained.

Beastman depend on this fruit to ensure they have a chance to reproduce? Yet, it’s only available for six months out of the year? Even if one were to consume the pink seeds, the chances of pregnancy are still low? At least Kianna finally understood one of the many reasons why nurturers were allowed to have multiple partners.

“Kianna…” Nayuki suddenly purred in a groggy voice. Despite his sweet tone, he was sweating on the cot.

Kianna instantly rushed to his side. “Are you in pain? The doctor is back.” She told the Bengal Cat.

Nayuki stretched a hand out to Kianna and she kindly took it. “What kind of fur would you like?”

Kianna was puzzled by the random question. “Uh, something soft and comfortable.” She simply replied.

A small smile appeared on Nayuki’s face. “Of course. I promise the material won’t irritate your skin.” He reassured her. “What color?” Nayuki asked.

“Blonde or white.” Kianna said. She was still confused as to why Nayuki was asking her this all of a sudden, but she thought talking would be a good distraction.

“I’ll remember this when I’m able to hunt for you.” Nayuki said, stroking Kianna’s hand with his fingers.

A young man with bright orange hair then entered the clinic tree. He landed on his knees after jumping several feet into the air to come flying through the hole in the hollowed-out tree. Standing up, the tiger revealed to be wearing a bengal tiger skirt around his thin frame. “Hello, nurturer!” He happily greeted Kianna.

Kianna instinctively held up a hand in response. “I’m not the doctor,” She began. Kianna then pointed in the direction of the female tiger kneeling beside several bowls of ingredients. The doctor was using a mortar and pestle to grind some medicine. “She’s over there.” Kianna added.

“I’m not here to see the doctor. I am here to see you.” The male tiger announced.

Nayuki’s ears pressed against his skull at his words. “What?” He hissed.

“The chief assigned me to look after your nurturer while you rest.” The tiger awkwardly explained. A nervous sweat formed across his brow.

Kianna and Nayuki knew exactly what was going on. Yaya sent the tiger over hoping Kianna would feel obligated to take him as a second mate in exchange for his kindness. However, Kianna knew she shouldn’t immediately love someone because they’re nice. Kindness is empty if one expects something in return. Besides, Kianna didn’t intend on taking more than one mate. She couldn’t fathom the idea of having multiple partners. It seemed pointless and selfish to her.

Sadly, Nayuki knew his mate hadn’t bathed or brushed her teeth in over a week. Since he’s Kianna’s only mate, but wasn’t in any current condition to take care of her, the cat begrudgingly swallowed his pride. “Fine, but only because this is a temporary arrangement by the tribe.” Nayuki grumbled.

Turning away from the tiger nature beastman, Kianna huffed. “I don’t need anything.” She quickly dismissed him. She was determined to keep unwanted suitors away. In addition, this made Nayuki relax a bit more knowing his mate wasn’t interested in the stupid tiger.

The tiger’s orange eyes then trailed up and down Kianna’s current appearance. Her short light brown hair was greasy, but combed through with the plastic comb she found in her leather bag earlier. “You and your mate are new to the tribe. He has nothing to trade in exchange for tools and materials you need for personal hygiene.”

Kianna crossed her arms over her chest. “So?” She snipped.

“You haven’t tended to yourself in a long time. Let me help you.” The tiger begged. He then approached Kianna and held out a makeshift toothbrush. The wooden stick had thick bristles tied on either side to the far end of the stick. “This is a toothbrush for you. I’m a potter. I traded one of my creations to get this for you.” The male boasted.

Nayuki’s mahogany hair stood on end. “Who said you could bring gifts to my nurturer?!” He hissed. Nayuki then began growling in his throat. “You can get things for my mate, but nothing else. I will teach Kianna whatever she needs.” He said in a low voice. Nayuki may be tolorating the situation for Kianna’s sake, but this didn’t mean he wasn’t territorial. He was determined to limit this guy’s interactions with his mate.

“Stop talking!” The doctor finally snapped from the other side of the tree. “You need to go back to resting.” She scolded.

“I–” Kianna began, but she cut herself off. Her mouth was filmy and smelled terrible from not being able to brush. Kianna was going to argue in hopes of getting rid of the tiger, but she desperately needed the dental tool. “Thank you.” She finally replied. “How do you use this?” Kianna asked, taking the item from the young man.

The tiger’s ears perked up. “You hold the bamboo stick and use the boar bristles to scrub your teeth clean.” He beamed.

“Right.” Kianna replied. A part of her felt a bit dumb for asking such a question, but another part of her thought she should be sure.

Kianna Komori OC by: @nunezs-stuff

[frozenambiguity]

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙.

REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: Cláudia

PRONOUNS : She/her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : Discord. Ims, sometimes, though I often forget to check them asdfghfds I also enjoy communicating via tags.

NAME OF MUSE(s) : Kaeya! But I also like calling him Kae or Yaya when talking ooc with friends. He's my pookie, so it's only natural that I use nicknames of endearment.

BEST EXPERIENCE : honestly sobbing my eyes and soul out because of interactions or potential scenarios that I discuss with friends. I crave that sweet, sweet pain. It's at times like those that I really go, 'wow, all this that we create... Art, really. This is what makes life worth living'. It is honestly one of the best feelings for a writer to feel.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : I don't think I have many...? Mostly because I am pretty chill with stuff. I guess I will mention the usual god-modding stuff or forcing headcanons onto my character, though it rarely happens.

If I have to give a more specific answer, though...? Hm. This might sound controversial, but it is heartbreaking to see that people do not distinguish fiction from reality anymore. Especially when that translates into attacking//bashing//starting fandom witch hunts, only because someone likes certain contents or ships you don't like or find "immoral".

I have been roleplaying for many years and I have always thrived in fandoms whose contents or nature could be easily seen as controversial ( if you know Diabolik Lovers, I'm blowing you a little kiss ), so it's rather weird to see people so sensitive these days. Not that you have to enjoy x or y, but if you don't, then simply curate your own space and go on with your day. You don't have to attack others or make them feel inferior for enjoying something you don't. I've seen firsthand, multiple times, people who stopped writing, drawing or just creating in general because they were attacked for it. Not cool.

TLDR; Just let people enjoy what they want and write what they want. I don't need to be more direct than this to get my point across. Learn to differentiate a person's interests from their true nature. If you're not capable of doing that, then... Well. We're probably not meant to be.

MUSE PREFERENCES: For settings, I prefer writing angst! Fluff! And surprisingly domestic, day-to-day stuff. But when it comes to muses, I tend to lean toward complex, multifaceted ones. Usually ones that choose to present themselves in a certain way and carry out a performance of sorts, that may not truly represent their deepest inner musings, thought patterns, or genuine feelings.

PLOTS OR MEMES : I tend to lean toward memes because I'm not very good at plotting + Kaeya has a mind of his own. I'm just here to type, he leads fdghjhr

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : Long! I do not know how to be concise and I love partners who match that energy www

BEST TIME TO WRITE : It depends on my mood. I don't have a preferable time to do it. When motivation strikes --- that's the best time to write.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : I have been finding more and more that yes, I am. More than I initially thought.

Tagged by: @nagareboshiko thank you for the tag!! <3

Tagging: you!

[dsimsdecades]

Yaya has been a bright spot in Sebastián’s life. She has a unique way of bringing a smile to his face, lifting the weight of his worries, even if just for a moment. Yet, he couldn’t help but think of Caroline from time to time. The vivid image of her face lingered in his mind, casting shadows over his moments of joy. He couldn’t help but wonder how she was faring as a mother and imagine the life they might have shared if only she had chosen to flee with him. Earlier, he may have sought updates on Caroline from Yaya, but as their relationship grew, he realized it was no longer fitting to make such a request

On this particular day, his thoughts were so loud that he could not keep his promise to Father Soledad to stay away from the tavern. When he arrived at the establishment, he settled at the bar and ordered his favorite drink. He didn’t realize that Mr. Beaufort and Don Beltran were sitting at a table nearby.

“I finally have a son! I have an heir to carry on my name,” Don Beltran boasted to anyone who would listen. “Pablo, pour a drink for everyone in my honor,” he ordered the tavern keeper.

Sebastián felt sick. He had come to this place to escape his demons, but they had followed him. After gulping down his drink, he left the premises.

Outside the tavern, two women were chatting. Although they were trying to be discreet, Sebastián overheard their conversation.

“It took three wives for Don Beltran to finally father a child. Looks like the old saying holds true—the third time’s the charm,” one of them said, chuckling.

“I’m not one to gossip, but rumor is that Don Beltran has always been infertile. He’s been married twice before and has had countless affairs, yet he never had a child—it’s something to consider, don’t you think?” the other replied.

“No, but that doesn’t signify.”

“It’s also quite peculiar that the child was born three months early, and one must wonder where those alluring dark eyes came from. Green eyes are something both Don Beltran and his wife have in common,” the second woman noted, prompting a gasp from her companion.

“But, I’m not one to get involved in gossip, so don’t let on that you heard this from me,” she added.

After what he just heard, a whirlwind of thoughts suddenly filled Sebastián’s mind, and the world seemed to spin around him. He thought back to the night he had shared with Caroline. He had vowed not to come near her, but what he had just heard made it impossible to uphold that promise.

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[jils-things]

Ah I can see that! Getting attached to a character in-game is very valid (normally I'd do that too but I don't think IDV is a game for me but I very much like the style and… character designs…)

HAHAHA Naib is like a short aggressive dog to Norton 😂 Their dynamic is so fun indeed!! They're so frenemy coded hjkfgkljg I can imagine they have lots of silly banters.

Also love protective brother characters that are like “If you break her heart, I'll rip your head off”

ALSO THE DOODLE I remember this one hjkfjkkh and Irene trying to hold them back like “GUYS PLEASE DON'T”

(Naib sleeping with stuffed toys?? I'm sry but that's pretty adorable hehehe AND TOTALLY OKAY GO HUG YOUR PLUSHIE NAIB)

Regarding the skin uhhh yes I have to say Mr Inference is also very neat very cool I love detectives hjbbkhf <3 and idk that one art of him with the coat over his shoulder 👀 It's also a fun concept to think of interesting stories... (sherlock can I be your watson) BUT speaking of detectives the skin I was talking about…. Is… the detective conan crossover one…. It's basically one my fav characters from that series and I think that's such an… interesting coincidence that he is a costume for Naib- Anyways I already said too much uhh have I mentioned before that I think it's SO COOL that they have these crossover skins from different media?? That’s so nice haha /sweats

- 🐭 anon

nods at everything youre saying yesyeyesyes very true!!! naib is the angry dog that irene says that doesnt bite but then again i can say the same for norton being the angry dog (but it's like a gradual anger rather EHEHHW)

OHAHGH you must mean his colonel dax skinnnnn... ive been thinking of investing to save for that skin 🥺🥺 he looks so gooddd so i can agree so much hereee 💚 I love seeing his ponytail its so endearing!

ALSO YAYA yes they have a detective conan crossoverrr (even i was so surprised like hellooo HAHAHA) CRAZY COINCIDENCE THAT HES CASTED AS UR FAV TOO 🥺🥺🥺 naib being given the detective role several times soothes my murder mystery enjoyed ueueueu

and yes! they have a lot of crossovers (we literally had a persona 5 rerun crossover heheh) and its always a blast to see my fav characters get coraline'd SHAJJEHSHSHA

[vanillaxoshi]

well this might be more different than in my head(this is part of the solfang thing-)

Note: they are 11 at this time

"People know you, they just dont like you" Air bluntly said to Cahaya who looked up to him in suprise

"Who will not like me?!" Cahaya scoffed as he looks at Air in disbelief

"I mean its a common misconception that people will often think low of someone superiorly higher than them, afraid to admit the fact that they are indeed. Stupid." Cahaya glared at air as he proves a supposed point

"That. That's one of the reasons"

"What that? About them being stupid?"

"No. your overconfidence, the other kids dont like it."

"What- what's wrong with that?"

"Some students think its annoying, like me, sometimes i think its annoying" Api intervened the two boys conversation

"Or maybe its the big words you would say, which i dont understand" Api leaned on Air as he gestured

"Are you making fun of me api?"

"No! Look, as your older brothers! We would want you to have friends and… not be alone?"

"Nonsense! Do you think im lonely? Im fine being alone. I choose to be alone." Cahaya pushed off Api who shoulder hugged him

Api on the other hand bluntly looked at him in a deadpan expression. As all the siblings know how much of a wreck Cahaya could be if he's alone, no matter how many times he says its okay

"There is a difference between loneliness and being alone alright!! And I have…friends…" Cahaya expressed loudly

"Alright who?"

"Gopal, Yaya, yin-"

"Except them, because they're more of tanah, angin and petir's friends"

"Eh- what?! They're still our friends!"

"Yeah our, but what about yours" Air stated which left Cahaya in stunned silence, it took moments before he scoffed

"I mean its not hard to make friends, i could have one easily" Cahaya crossed his arms as he huffed confidently as the other two sighed

"And i'd show you people like me!!!" Cahaya exited the classroom unto the next class(science)

"You think there's a chance he might get made fun of?" Air asks his older brother

"If he comes crying, I'll find them." Api says as he clenches his fist

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At the chemistry lab, they're all assigned to have lab partners, all following a procedure that the teacher is showing

Cahaya, who didn't need to watch the teacher's every step, is almost finished with his set but may have done all the work 

His lab partner, Dhia, was sitting patiently at the side, certainly giving an aura of joy by being partnered by the smartest kid in school

She sat patiently as Cahaya finished and called upon the teacher to grade them. And since they were the first to finish they could sit out the rest of the period.

"Uh, hey? Sorry for letting you do all the work. I didnt know what i could do since its like you already know what to do" Dhia says to the White capped septuplet who instantly looked at her

"It was expected, i am a natural at doing concoctions like those, so you should very much be glad by being partnered with me and earning a high score" Cahaya states bluntly and arrogantly causing the girl to scoff and look away

Cahaya, however took notice and now was contemplating whether or not on what Air said was true

Cahaya took a moment before eventually trying to talk to the girl 

"Uh hey…. I uh didnt mean it in a bad way-?" Cahaya avoided eye contact

"Why do you sound like you dont know?"

"Uh well- i mean partial of what i said was true, but i didn't mean it in a bad way" he tried

"Hm its okay.."

"Uh since noone else is done, um what do you like to talk about?????" Cahaya tried looking at the girl face to face, but failed in doing so

"Uh i dont know?"

"Do you wanna know about dinosaurs?"

"Sure i guess"

Cahaya beamed because he got to start a conversation, now he just has to finish and gain a friend approval

And so he started spouting facts and information about dinosaurs with enthusiasm, speaking within rapid pace

Unknowingly to him the girl started to get uncomfortable

"Uh can you stop? Your talking too much, its starting to get annoying." Dhia said in an annoyed tone before looking away leaving Cahaya to silence

He stared for a few seconds before looking away in return, obviously distraught by the tone and dialogue that the girl expressed

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This type of situation continued on for the next classes, where he would attempt to create a conversation but would inevitably end up with the other commenting on his actions

He didnt even know why people are like this when he was explicitly just sharing information

Wasn't that good?? He was basically giving them a free tutor session, they get to know more for the studies that they need. What was wrong??? He remembers their comments

A common one being that he talks too much or too fast, he thinks why its a problem? Can they not process the information? Oh! He thinks aloud

It was because they were idiots who couldn't comprehend such information! They can't understand because of their measly little brains! That's right! That's the reason! He came to a conclusion as he walks to the canteen

They don't understand him because they're too dumb! They're the problem not him. He convinces himself, excluding the fact that he makes comments that are quite similar

He sniffled. Is he crying? Nonsense. Why would he cry? It's not his fault! He convinces himself once more as he wipes tears dripping down his cheek

He took a deep breath and calmed down the swirled emotions he's feeling

A snack might calm him down, he thinks as bought a donut

But before he leaves, a shout was heard behind him

"What?! There's no more carrot donuts!!!???" Yelled by a boy, perhaps the same age as him "yes dear, only white radish donuts are left" 

"But it's not the same maam!!"

Was this boy really creating such a fuss over one donut??? I mean I guess favourite foods are a thing.

He watches the boy sulk on the counter and now felt a tinge of guilt upon his own body 

He sighed walking up to the sulking boy.

"Here. Is this what you want?" Cahaya lended the carrot donut he just bought

"Eh?! A carrot donut! Yes- wait petir?!" That comment made Cahaya twitch

"What." He gritted his teeth, he understands that people will get them mixed up because of course they are all identical and that is why they have let's say colour codes, but despite that, it still irritates him especially when now, he got mixed up with his eldest brother

"I am NOT petir, excuse you." He retracted his arm while looking the boy up and down

"Angin?" "No." "Tanah?" "No im cahaya- have you not heard of us being septuplets?? Or do you just know about the three of them" Cahaya asked the boy infront of him

"I heard- but its still weird." "Are you gonna take the donut or not???" The boy eyed the pastry on his hand

"Why are you looking at it suspiciously, do you think I poisoned it?" Cahaya says in irritation

"Did you-?" "Of course NOT!!!" "Why are you mad-" "because of you!! Now take it!!" Cahaya's anger was rising by the minute

"Okay… thank you?"

"You're welcome."

"I've noticed you siblings have to have words for names"

"Why? What's your name??" He rolled his eyes

Before the boy could answer, the said boy eyed at him which made Cahaya glare back

"Fang."

"What type of name is that?"

"You have no right to talk"

"At least light makes a good name!"

"Fang as well makes a good name!!!"

"I guess you siblings are just as irritating" Fang spoke in a moment of silence causing an argument to rise up once more

"Ahh so you're the big jerk they were ranting about!" Cahaya came to the conclusion gesturing at the boy

"Big jerk?!"

"Yeah! The kid who not only scared people in that old house, but also the kid who kept ranting about popularity!!!" 

"I dont rant about popularity!"

"Well that's what they said!!! Guh i dont even know why im wasting my time with an idiot like you!"

"Idiot? I have high grades, thank you very much."

"IM LEAVING" Cahaya stomped away leaving a very ticked off fang meanwhile, the lady behind the counter just drank some tea watching the encounter

Before the two could part ways, something caught Fang's attention

"What's that?" He uttered out, heard by Cahaya who turned around in response

"Are you talking to me?"

"Who else would I be asking?"

"What do you mean whats that"

"What your holding.."

"This? This. Is obviously a book."

"What type of book is it." Fang gritted his teeth at the boys comment

Another moment of silence, before Cahaya could speak up. "Zoology." He says as he calms down

"Animals?" "Yes of course animals" he leaves yet another remark which caused fang to get ticked off again

"This school or perhaps schools, don't explicitly teach about every animal so it's  better to search for it yourself." Cahaya calmly states looking down at the book he's holding

"Can i read it?" Fang hesitated

"... I don't know, since its a library book" Cahaya says as he holds the book close to his chest

"I'm not gonna mess it up, and i'll return it."

Fang reassures the hesitant boy

"Nonsense, it's more efficient if i teach to you about it myself, as there are more information that's not implicitly included in this book" Cahaya says which may have sounded a little arrogant

"I don't think i would want you to read it for me" Fang says

"Well it doesn't mean i would read it to you, you could still read it, i could just supervise"

"Do you really not trust me"

"That's not what I'm implying!!"

Cahaya rejected an assumption immediately, i guess he'd admit that his tone and comments may express some disinterests or rudeness but that's not what he entirely meant it to be

From the comments he himself has received, he would at least wanna try changing it up. But It may take some time

"I dont know…" Fang says very unsure, especially with his history from three of his brothers despite it just being in a timeline of just days

"I'm not like my brothers."

"You are."

"Maybe some similarities, but not the exact same."

Fang still was quite hesitant, but for a moment. He agrees.

The lady behind the counter just witnessed a whole tv episode.

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Despite the two being in the same room, it was just utter silence as Fang reads the book while Cahaya sat beside. He didn't know what to do in this situation than leave the other be

Time passes while the silence increases, other than the ticking clock and the noise of paper, noone is making a sound 

An awkward situation for the white capped boy

Though soon, the silence was broken by a question

"How come, deers, don't see the tiger who approaches them?" Fang asked the boy

Cahaya, snapped out of it. Began stuttering

"Uh- eh. W-well, a tiger's prey, a sambar deer can only see through green and blue light, they don't see.. red. Which is where the colour orange belongs, so that means the a tiger's fur coat is green to them, making the tiger a natural predator" Cahaya explained to the other

"Ah so the tiger can camouflage" Fang simplified "yeah. Like that."

"Is there… something called a black tiger?" 

"you're referring to panthers or more specifically the black panther, there are more so called black tigers before the 20th century, they could be leopards, jaguars, lions or tigers because their term black panther is just referring to a melanistic member of the big cats. Or the Panthera family, Black panthers aren't specifically black just more so full colour, like if you see a melanistic leopard or jaguar bathe in sunlight, they would be brown with black spots. But more normally they would look quite goldish, beautiful colours. And uh-" Cahaya stopped himself from explaining further

"Why did you stop?" Fang asked as he puts the book down

"I thought it might've been…. Disruptive… to your focus" Cahaya uttered out to the boy

"Its not disruptive, and i guess i would pretty much want to hear the facts" Fang says as he closes the book facing cahaya

"Don't you think i'm talking alot or talking too fast?" Cahaya gestured 

"No, well, yes, but i dont mind, especially if you im allowed to ask questions." Fang says reassuringly

"Ah…..you don't mind?"

"Yeah, and i think i would like to hear more, you give out a full description without wasting too much time."

"Huh, really?"

"Mhm"

"Hm….. thanks i guess?"

"Now, can you continue"

"Heh, of course!"

This continued until the bell rang and it was time to go home, it felt nice, cahaya thought. To just explain without being disrupted… 

Does this mean they're friends? Or just mutuals, will he be able to talk to him again. Well of course they are in the same school. Hmm he feels nice….

Forgetting the events that happened before with other students, he felt relieved. He smiles as he walks towards his brothers who were waiting by the gate, ready to go home.

[monstress]

                        Favorite 2022 Korean Album Releases

khamat — hunjiya

this album is sonically so so beautiful! the r&b-pop hybrid is trendy (which can be a strength and a weakness) but this album has amazing build up that i cannot ignore. the narrative of zillennial’s blustery self-assuredness with the tracks all in capital letters - ending with last month’s rent in lowercase as the dawning realization of adulthood and growing out of friends and your childhood home. yeah...i’ll drink to that. the best engineered album of the year.

neap paradise — shin hae gyeong

one of my faveeee rock releases of the year. the arrangement of this album is so pleasing as you delve longer and longer in its psychedelic soundscape. it’s also a little reminiscent of korean indie sounds in the early 2010s which mayhaps colored my bias to this album. in addition, there are sooo many individual hooks across this album: when the guitar solo ripssss in Vandalism? the toy laugh at the end of Kaleidoscope? the descending chords in My Chronos? *chefs kiss*

piece of space — kaiavant

this album is soooo sexy...like how can you make marimba in the opening track sound alluring? she did it though! speaking about a shattered, unstable relationship, this alt-r&b is splendidly built and shows so much potential for kaiavant. the track woo hoo (feat. kid milli) is a star. if you’re a fan of bibi’s sound, do check her out!

evergray — jiwoo

his previous album ‘esprit’ got him on my to watch list and he delivered this year!! moody, introspective, and downbeat, this album is wonderful for those searching for a slow night and jiwoo’s voice perfectly emulates the toxicity of lust, love, and breakups. like a dark curtain of rain, it ensconced you in the melodrama if you let it.

nameless things — xeuda

decided to check this album since it was co-produced by cacophony and it didn’t disappoint! if you decide to listen to this album in one sitting, it’s so artful at how it slowly unravels from being defensive in sharing to you the true nature of its artist (her anxiety) and slowly opens up to a crescendo of a frenzy and ends like a grey cast in the aftermath of a storm.

life goes on — orange flavored cigarettes

might be a ~vibey entry to the list but the funk production flares (the underwater effect in kontrast, the reverb in that’s all i want) makes it distinct against its similar bands. this was in constant rotation for the summer for the slow summer nights with its ambient vocals. highly rec check out their other 2022 singles, especially noah.

a.k.a YAYA — yaya kim

this is an insaneeeee album from start to finish. with 33 tracks (yes that’s right!!!!), this album is indulgent, effusive, and operatic in its splendor. it’s magnificent, dark, and seductive which completely matches yaya kim’s husky voice. a concept album for a noir film that doesn’t exist, if you will. from the opening track, it asks you to let down your apprehension and enjoy the velvet-textured, wonderfully performed ride to its completion.

damage — kim doeon

i do love me some experimental albums and this album introduced me to the delightful name of the genre ‘folktronica’. while it’s more ambient than what i prefer, i’ve had this album on replay to able to parse something new with each listen. it’s soooo funky, fresh, and pleasant and it’s production is very evocative of a charming indie pixel game. Green Screen is my fave track of the year.

ㅠㅠ — gonggonggoo009

when this album starts, it does not let up! it’s 40 mins long album and uses it  expeditiously and excellently. the tracks are delightfully groovy at times, addictive in a few, and GOES HARD that you will not fatigued by the end of the runtime. and i know the man has become persona non grata (for good, good reasons) but it will be remiss not to mention the influence of kanye’s my beautiful dark twisted fantasy in this album’s production (the tracks monster, walk and polar bear are pretty obvious - and no, it’s not just because of the autotune). however, as the album goes on it does evolve to take on more of kendrick’s work (concentration is the best track imo). fave khh album of the year, don’t miss out.

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honorable mentions: all of ive’s singles, conch’s hurry up!, kwon eun bi’s lethality, slom’s weather report, rocket punch’s flash, bibi’s lowlife princess: noir, youha’s love you more, newjeans’ hype boy, baek yerin’s pisces, lucid fall’s voice beside guitar, dpr ian’s moodswings in to order