#doing the came back wrong trope w both of them

[edgepunk]

loving how both my Couriers seem to have a character regression, Ramona ends up being apathetic and closed off to the point she refuses to show her face, so she's all armored up and kills with no restraint. Luca also seems to go on a more violent path, slowly turning into a bloodthirsty mass murderer.

I'm so proud of them

[atpsnty]

┊𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

xavier thorpe ; wednesday

pairing: jealous!xavier thorpe x bestfriend!fem!reader 

warnings: light hearted, extremely cheesy & overplayed crush confession, miscommunication trope at it’s finest (let’s be honest, xavier is somehow great at both communicating and not talking at all), light swearing

request: n/a

summary:  after telling him that you were asked to the dance at your school in jericho, xavier gets all butthurt.

a/n: I think this takes place after the whole monster situation, but he doesn’t like wednesday. also, don’t ask how wednesday, xavier, and y/n interact/are connected in all of this, idk either...

character credit: wednesday series

w/c: 1.2k

“I don’t even understand why you're being all grumpy right now,” you sigh as you trail behind your bestfriend. 

You’re just leaving the Weathervane café and following Xavier towards the woods, meaning you’re probably heading to his little art shack. Everything was going as it usually does – you guys laughing and catching up over your separate drinks – when he suddenly got really quiet and wanted to leave.

“Can you at least tell me what’s wrong?”

He doesn’t even acknowledge your presence anymore, seeming to be in his own head right now.

You glance at his back, his usually tall stature now hunched in on itself. He keeps running his hand through his hair as it falls in his face, which is when you notice that he’s missing the black hair tie that usually sits on his wrist.

Putting a little pep in your step to get beside him, you hold out your own wrist. Upon it lays a hair tie; the same black type that he usually keeps for himself. You started carrying them after noticing how often he sets them down beside him, only to forget doing so and abandoning them altogether.

He halts his movements before glancing at the band adorning your wrist. He stares at it for a few seconds before his gaze trails up at your face, where he stares at you for a few more. 

You guys are always comfortable around each other, you’ve been friends for a while now, so eye contact is not something you struggle with…but there was something different about the way he is currently looking at you. Like he’s analyzing you. Studying you. Looking past what lays upon your expression and trying to survey your thoughts.

You try to hold his stare, but after a bit your face starts to heat up and the moment feels way too intense, so you divert your gaze to your shoes, the tips almost touching the tips of his own.

You hear the soft sigh fall from his lips before you see his retreating steps. After a few seconds, you fall back in line, trailing behind him once again.

–

After a few more silent minutes, you reach his art studio. He opens the door for you, though still not looking at you directly, before walking in himself. He immediately finds his closest pencil and sketchbook, making little to no sounds as he sits at his desk and begins scribbling away.

You sit on the stool that accompanies a large painting canvas and watch as he frustratingly works the pencil into the paper, smudging lead with his fingers in an unrecognizable design.

After a while, the silence is almost too much to bear.

“Seriously Xavier, what is wrong with you?”

“Everything apparently,” he said abruptly while slamming down his pencil on the multi-color covered table top, “enough to not even be an option anymore.”

You squint at him, completely distraught by his sudden outburst.

“What the actual fuck are you talking about?” 

Completely lost about where this attitude even came from, you run back the conversation you were having back at Weathervane: your wellbeing, school, an upcoming dance, the guy who asked you to said upcoming dance…

Bingo.

“Are you mad about me getting asked to a school dance?” You questioned, a hint of accusation to your voice. 

“Yes, okay! I’m mad you got asked to your little dance at normie school!” Xavier exclaimed, standing up and looking down at you. 

It takes all but two seconds before you're standing as well, mixed emotions of confusion and anger boiling inside you.

���Why would you be fucking upset! If anything you should be happy that your best friend is actually liked by someone for once.” You said in an exasperated tone. Why would your closest friend be upset about you finally getting attention from someone…unless he thinks you don’t deserve it.

“Well I’m not fucking happy.” He says while looking you straight in the eyes before sitting back in his chair, placing his elbows on the table and his head in his hands.

“Why not?” At this point, anything he said would probably end with you in tears, your heart broken, or both.

“Because I wanted to take you,” he says in a soft voice before running both hands through his hair and turning to face you. “Because I want to take you,” he reiterates. 

You gape at him, eyes and lips slightly widened as you find the words to say. 

To be honest, you have had feelings for Xavier for a while. When you first saw him, you thought he was an attractive guy. His long hair compliments his face so well, who wouldn’t? But it wasn’t until you started connecting that your feelings for him truly blossomed. You loved his artsy side, he was always surprising you with drawings and paintings he made of you, alongside ones he made simply to impress you with his “bring drawings to life” ability. He was always there to cheer you up if something was upsetting you at school, and he would constantly call or text you to see how you’re doing.

After all that gaping, the only thing you could think to say was “why would you want to do that?”

He gave a small chuckle-ish sigh before replying, “have I not been obvious, because I swear everyone else could see how much I like you except you.”

Thinking back at it now, yeah the man was super obvious, but that doesn’t mean you actually believe it..

“Seriously, Y/N. I know I’m being super obvious in my flirting tactics, but that’s just because I think you like me back. I mean obviously not if you’re going to a dance with someone else, but I-”

“Who said I’m going with somebody else?” You cut him off mid rant.

“The guy-.”

“If you would’ve actually let me finish my story instead of getting all jealous and gloomy, you would have heard me say that I didn’t even say yes.” You look at him with a slight smirk. “Matter of fact, I don’t think I even like anyone fro-”

“I knew it.”

“From my school. Xavier you seriously need to let a girl finish her storytimes,” you shake your head and softly laugh before looking back up at him.

The smile you’ve come to adore is finally resting upon his face once again.

“So…you want to take me to the dance,” you tease.

“I do,” he says as if it’s a simple fact.

“Are you gonna ask or…? Because I’ve got other options to weigh if this is gonna take all da-.”

He rushes towards you and envelopes you in a hug, though this one feels different than the ones you usually share.

“Would you allow me the great honor of taking you to your normie school dance?” He finishes as he sets you back upright and grazes his thumb over your cheek.

“I would love to go,” you smile up at him, leaning into his touch slightly.

“With me though, right? The other dudes are completely out of the picture?”

“Only with you,” you giggle at his playful antics. “Just you.”

Completely ignoring the story, I am currently obsessed with Xavier Thorpe and my close friends list on Instagram has been suffering with edits for days.

I no longer support Percy Hynes White and will no longer take request for Xavier Thorpe.

[rafedaddy01]

I think you should do a “my bestfriends dad trope with a age gap,” example -> rafe has a daughter reader her bestfriend (last name can be Thornton) (smutt) mix with it

Daddy’s Girl

A/n: I absolutely love this idea!!

“Your dad is soo hot” you spin around on the island chair and face your best friend.

“Ew, y/n, stop it!” Jaylin, Rafes daughter, says.

The two of you have been friends since diapers. Your dad, topper Thornton, is best friends with Rafe. So you grew up with the girl.

“What? I’m serious, I don’t know why he’s single” you roll your eyes as you watch Rafe exercise through the glass window.

“Your dads a total dilf” you laugh as your best friends face turns in disgust.

“Come on. Let’s go upstairs and do our homework” she rolls her eyes and grabs her water bottle off the counter as she makes her way toward the stairs.

“Where are you girls off too” Rafe comes out of the home gym with a towel around his neck and the beads of sweat deliciously falling off his body.

Over the years you’ve given Rafe subtle hints about your little ‘crush’. You’d never actually act on it, or would you..

As Rafe stood in the hallway awaiting a response the two of you lock eyes. “We have homework to do Mr. Cameron” you flutter your eyelashes at him as you say the last bit a little flirty.

Your best friend finger gags her mouth as she turns and grabs your arm, pulling you up the stairs.

Rafe isn’t fazed by your behavior, he was used to it. Sometimes he would play along.

“You stayin the night again y/n?” He cocks and eyebrow at you as you turn your head a grin. “Yes sir” you wink at him as you follow jaylin to her room.

Rafes eyes never leave your figure until it disappears into the dark hallway.

**

The night fell and as you stirred in bed next to your friend you wondered if anyone would hear you go down for a glass of water.

You quietly pulled the sheets off your body and slipped your slippers on as you tip toed out the door.

Careful to not make the stairs creak, you walked down them and headed into the kitchen.

There was a small light in the living room and as you passed by you heard a noise, almost like someone in pain.

You stopped and peared into the room and saw Rafe sitting on the couch, all you could see was the back of his head but it was pretty clear what he was doing. The noises he was making made it obvious.

You felt like you shouldn’t be watching but at the same time you could look away.

“Oh fuck” he groan under his breath as his movements picked up.

“Oh y/n, fuck! Right there”

Your eyes widened as you listened to your best friends dad masturbate to the thought of you.

A smirk tugged your lips as an idea came to mind.

Rafe couldn’t see you because of the way the couch was set up, his back was to the entrance.

So you slowly walked over and peeked over the back of the couch, watching his strokes speed up.

His eyes were closed and his head dipped back slightly.

You reached out and placed both hands on his shoulder making him jump a little and cover himself with a nearby blanket.

“Anything I can help with, Mr. Cameron?” You ask innocently as his cheeks flush and he looks up at you.

You start massaging his shoulders and lean your mouth down to his neck, peppering kisses up to his ear and nibbling on the lobe.

“Uh- fuck- y/n.. w-what are you doi-doing?” His voice is more of a groan as he leans back to your touch.

“Shh, wouldn’t want to wake jaylin would we?” You come around to the front of the couch.

He watches your every move as you strip out of your pajama shirt and step out of your shorts, leaving you naked

“Holy s-“ Rafe moans as he looks over your body.

“You know..” you say as you start to straddle him, intertwining your fingers behind his neck.

“I always wondered what it would be like to fuck an older man” you bit your bottom lip as you slowly grind on his cock over the blanket, your core dripping with arousal and leaving a stain.

“We shouldn’t do this. It’s wrong”

You prop yourself up a little and remove the blanket, watching his thick, lengthy cock spring up.

“He doesn’t think so” you smile as Rafes eyes lock into your.

“Please fuck me?” You plead as you rub the tip of his cock with your hand.

“Your a naughty naughty girl, y/n” Rafe grins as he holds back a groan.

“Only for you” you say before positioning yourself over his massive length and pushing down.

You both moan quietly as you start moving.

Rocking your hips back and forward before bouncing up and down.

“Oh fuck! Your so big, daddy”

“Oh shit. Call me that again”

“Yeah? You like when I call you daddy?” You tease him as you start moving faster and faster.

“Fuck!” He picks you up like you weigh nothing and turns you over, ramming your knees to your chest and thrusting into you.

He gets much deeper in his angle and you try to hold back your moans but it feels too good.

You scream out and Rafe quickly covers your mouth.

“Shut the fuck up”

He slams harder into you while suppressing your moans with his big, muscular hand.

“Does daddy need to discipline his little girl?”

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[hoonvrs]

ICE ICE BABY — p. sunghoon

PAIRING sunghoon × fmr

DESC. skating date with hoon gone wrong??

GENRE est. relationship, fluff

WARNING swearing

W. COUNT 1.2k

S. NOTES HAPPY BDAY TO THE LOML AND MY BOYFRIEND ILY BF MWAH

pulling some strings to rent out a whole ice rink after closing wasn't easy.

thankfully mrs. park kept most of her connections from sunghoons skating days and came to the rescue when you told her your date plans for his birthday.

safe to say sunghoon was beyond confused when you pulled him around with so much excitement it was rolling off you in waves. he could almost see it through the fabric on his eyes, “is the blindfold really necessary?”

“yes, don't want to spoil the surprise, duh,” you kept pulling him hoping he wouldn’t notice the sudden drop in temperature walking past a set of doors.

as soon as you had him standing directly in front of the entrance to the rink, you walked behind him carefully taking off the blindfold, “ta-da!”

it took him a few blinks to adjust to the harsh lighting above, looking around in confusion when he starts to realise where you’d taken him. suddenly, a pair of white skates is shoved into his hands, “how did you even get these?”

you put a finger up to his lips, shushing him with a little shake of your head, “no time for questions. put them on, let's skate!”

a lightbulb turned on in your boyfriend's head, you could see it in the way his eyes lit up with an ominous smile spreading across his face. he wasn’t oblivious to the copious amount of fan fiction his fans have written about him — maybe he’s read one or two here and there — so he wasn’t entirely new to the ‘figure skater park sunghoon takes his girlfriend on a date where he teaches her how to skate’ trope.

the idea of seeing you wobbling on the ice like a fawn learning how to walk sent butterflies to his stomach, leaving him no option but to be your knight in shining armour as he approaches and takes you by the hand as he glides you both around the room as a love song starts playing in the back.

sunghoon should really stop reading those fanfics.

he couldn’t hide his excitement. rushing to put on his skate, even having to start over lacing it a few times because he kept messing up but as soon as they were both on and secure, he made a beeline for the ice.

getting on the ice was like meeting an old friend. something warm and familiar, comforting in a way only he could feel, and he couldn’t wait to introduce his first love to his last.

except he constantly forgets that throughout your whole relationship, nothing has ever gone the fairy tale way his fans have depicted, feeling the giddiness in his belly drop dead when he turns to see you getting on the ice.

the issue wasn’t you joining him, but how you did. knitting his eyebrow watching you trying to familiarise yourself with the new footing, “why aren’t you shaking?”

”what,” you looked at your boyfriend puzzled. you should’ve prepared yourself honestly, sunghoon has a track record of saying the weirdest things at odd times.

“why are you good at this? aren’t you meant to be falling and holding onto the board for dear life?”

now it was just two idiots staring at each other at a loss, “hoon, babe, i can skate.”

a pout settles on his lips, casting his eyes down before skating off at an ungodly speed, “hey! don't leave me!”

your skating skills were average at best. i mean, you can walk and maybe speed up a little but nowhere near your athlete boyfriend who was doing rounds around the rink like a hamster on crack.

huffing under your breath you decided to just let him tire himself out a little as you tried to find your footing correctly, so you didn’t fall and break your back.

once you got to the centre you heard a pair of blades skim the layer of ice right behind you, “are you done with your little hissy fit, babygirl?”

“don’t call me that,” he scowled. he walked straight into your line of sight, remnants of the pout still there. slowly he grabs both of your hands into his, interlacing your fingers together as he starts to pull you along.

“want to tell me why you’re sulking?” 

“i’m not sulking.” sunghoons ‘cold ice prince’ image must be a big rumour that got out of hand because how could someone so cute be intimidating?

once he slows down his pace you slip out a hand, gently placing it on his cheek, “tell me.”

you can see him trying to avoid eye contact as a rosy hue starts to creep up from his neck to his face that he’d probably try to blame on the cold if you mention it knowing that both of you know he’s practically immune to the cold at this point, “i just, i kind of wanted it to be like those books where i try and teach you how to skate cause you’re shit at it but it’s okay cause i’m here but i can’t even do that.”

surprise isn’t even the word to describe what you’re feeling. how could such a small confession make your heart flutter and your cheeks warm?

“i mean, i’m no professional. guess this means we're skipping the basics and you have to teach me some tricks, live out your coaching dream through me.”

seeing his demeanour instantly change should’ve been a warning in itself.

“first lesson, triple axel! get some speed and momentum then when you’re ready quickly push off the ice and life your knees but make sure to—“

a hand covering his mouth interrupted his rambling as you look at him as if he’s suddenly grown a second head, “how about we start with some spins then get around to the jumps, hm?”

nodding his head enthusiastically he doesn’t waste any time. it takes you a minute to get the hand of spinning on literal ice without feeling like you would fall fat onto the ground, but you soon got the hang of it.

you managed to convince your boyfriend that was enough learning knowing if you tried anything else you would run your battery straight to zero before you could do what you planned for the rest of the day. now you were back hand in hand, gliding around the perimeter together.

sometimes you think that sunghoon does things without thinking, this for instance.

once you guys are both safely skating, all two feet on the ice then next thing you know you find yourself colliding with the ground, the fall softened by your boyfriend's body below you because something possessed him to believe he could pick you up mid skate like he’s seen with skating duos even though the man himself has never done it before, never mind with a amateur skater like yourself.

“oh my god,” you screamed, not being able to hold back from laughing straight into his face. sunghoon looks at you, fondness swirling in his eyes watching you struggle to catch your breath, “are you stupid? why would you do that?”

he ignores your question choosing instead to scan your face, noticing your nose has gotten red at the tip and your lips a little pale, “your lips look cold. want them to meet mine?”

“shut up,” before he could respond you pushed your lips against his, sharing soft kisses to stop whatever other cheesy pickup line he could come up with to escape.

and although the air around you nipped at your skin and could barely feel the tip of your fingers you felt warm inside.

just you, sunghoon and his first love.

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[spencersties]

Willing Closeness - S.R.

Gif is by @radioactive-creative-bug

A/N: I was thinking about that "I'm not sharing with reid" room thing from 5×21 this morning and I wanted to write a little drabble but it somehow turned into a whole ass one shot.

Content/Warnings: enemies to lovers, one bed trope, fluff, some angst if you squint and tilt your head to one side

Word count: 840

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you and spencer had gotten along as well as oil and water for the few months that you had known him. neither of you understood why, but for some reason, you just couldn't be in the same room together without getting on each other's nerves. you found him infuriating most of the time, and if his constant quips were any indication, he felt the same way about you.

him getting shot didn't help matters. he was constantly putting himself in unnecessary danger. you just didn't understand how a man with such a high IQ acted so irrationally. you had almost lost your shit when you found out he had travelled without being cleared, it was almost like he wanted to get himself in trouble.

now that he was pretty much healed and back to putting himself on the wrong end of a gun barrel, you were closer to snapping than ever. you got the urge to stand in front of him any time you came face to face with an unsub.

so when night rolled around on a case where the killer seemed to hunt at night and you still hadn't caught them, you were more than ready to do whatever was necessary to make sure spencer didn't do something dumb again. if only to calm your own nerves, of course.

"I'm not sharing with reid again." came morgan's voice, and reid frowned, clearly taking some offence.

garcia quickly called dibs on derek and before you could overthink it, you spoke up, "I'll room with the doctor tonight."

confused looks came from all the members of the team, they were all familiar with you and reid's constant squabbles. however, you didn't spare any of them more than a glance, going to get the key to your room and heading upstairs instead.

but of course, of course, when you got to the room there was only one large bed in the centre of it.

you sighed and dropped your go-bag down onto the floor, running your hand through your hair. this was fine, you and spencer would just have to deal with this like the adults you both were.

a click sounded behind you, and spencer walked into the room. glancing at you and then at the bed, still sporting a look of utter confusion. his mouth opened and closed a few times.

"oh." was the only sound that managed to make it out.

"it's big enough for the both of us."

"okay."

"I'm taking the side next to the window." you expected some sort of disagreement on his part at that.

"okay." was what he responded with instead.

the rest of the night continued in the same unfamiliar manner. with you and spencer getting ready for bed in amicable silence.

after a little while, the lights had finally been shut off and the two of you climbed into the bed.

you turned away from him, grabbing onto one side of the duvet, with him doing the same, which would have usually been fine, but there was only one duvet, and spreading it out like that meant there was a gap through the middle that let the cold in.

"spencer this isn't going to work. We'll both be freezing to death before the morning."

maybe the evening had gotten your hopes up because you were expecting a reasonable response from him, but, naturally, spencer did the opposite of what you thought he would.

he turned so that he was facing your back and wrapped an arm around your front, gently nudging you so you were closer, mumbling something about how this wouldn't be necessary if you weren't such a blanket hog under his breath.

you were too stunned by his willing closeness to answer him.

once spencer seemed to deem that the two of you were near enough, he took his hand away from you. you must have let out some sort of peculiar sound at that because he spoke up again.

"sleep. I'll be fine without your constant hovering for the next eight hours."

"I don't hover." you said, probably not as defensively as you should have.

"sleep." he repeated. and surprisingly, you did. you slept better than you had in ages, not a single concern crossing your mind.

you woke up the next morning with spencer wrapped around you like his life depended on it. His legs were between yours, and his head was buried in your chest while his arms held you in place by the waist.

you absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair, still hazy from sleep, before saying his name. he hummed and pulled you tighter to him, burying his head further into you before mumbling, "stay, we can go back to bickering later."

you couldn't argue with that logic and you were going to take full advantage of having spencer where you could see and feel him.

the two of you spent that morning drifting in and out of sleep for as long as you could before having to get up and ready to go meet the team.

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[horizon-verizon]

Daemon and Corlys are presented as masterful at both politics and military strategy, even while besieged by grief and loss, while Rhaenyra is automatically assigned the trope of hysterical mother unable to make rational or good decisions as a ruler because she’s just too steeped in mourning and later too emotionally volatile to make the right decisions. Which is funny considering that it was Daemon who was presented as emotionally volatile for the bulk of his life (before he married Laena and had his daughters, at least).

HOTD attempts to make up for this by making Rhaenyra morally white instead of morally gray, but this change is rendered meaningless when ultimately her fate is even more miserable and gut wrenching, and still does not have history absolve her. And the argument will be that it shows how “both sides are bad” but Aegon II will never face rape, grooming, domestic violence, or gendered abuse, from anyone among the Greens/his family. His “sad” backstory is simply being neglected by his father and callously disciplined by his mother.

GRRM in part wrote Rhaenyra as a litmus test for the readers’s misogyny but in my opinion it falls flat because he gets caught up in doing that and forgets to give Rhaenyra some dignity or respect as an individual character. And it’s honestly the same issue he has in the main series. Pathologizing motherhood in particular, esp. in relation to women who are also in politics while being mothers. Fathers are never “too mad with grief” to rule competently or make good decisions; only mothers are.

Please check out the comments!!!!!! Conversation abt Daemon's irrationality.

GRRM in part wrote Rhaenyra as a litmus test for the readers’s misogyny but in my opinion it falls flat because he gets caught up in doing that and forgets to give Rhaenyra some dignity or respect as an individual character.

Yep. But I think that what went most wrong was that she only "came to herself" after Jace's death so she couldn't come up with either the Dragonseed plan AND/OR deliberate with Corlys on how to take back KL and contributing a critical element of that plan. GRRM could have fixed so much by doing either of these.

I recently ranted about this and you may have been the one to send the ask for it HERE. Essentially, George wasted his character (and no he didn't have to make her exactly like Dany to do so, I rant about it in that post) when he could have allowed Rhaenyra to more actively make strategies, be involved in logistics, or even flown on Syrax to war without actually having Rhaenyra wield a sword. How to make her unlike Rhaenys the Conqueror, who also didn't wield swords? Unlike the org trio, Rhaenyra has opposers, make them do stuff against her that she tries to come up stuff against but this happened and it wasn't her fault or because she didn't try. Make it so the recorders of history are more obviously trying to diminish her despite this thing she did and that things she did they were forced to record because it did something so impactful by scale or effect that they couldn't ignore it! Make it so that Rhaenrya does herself in, but she reasonably starts to suspect those around her bc either they were doing suspicious shit OR someone on the outside was making it seem that way!!! Improve the Iago-Othello potential storyline, make it more believable! Give her some journal entries, letters like you did for Daemon and Otto in Rogue Prince! Oh my god!!!

*[6/1/24]* I know that readers should be better read or read between the lines of anti-female ruler propaganda that Gyldayn and all maesters before him have been creating and that some even just miss the whole point of the Dance that GRRM does manage to convey [anti mobilized patriarchal violence against a woman trying to cliam power in her own right, not on the behalf of a male, and still being seen as a direct threat to male-privilege and authority]. BUT that doesn't stop the timeline of events from missing events where Rhaenyra could have done stuff to show more political acumen & resilience after years of sitting at council w/Viserys, ruling Dragonstone, and other pre-war incidents of her standing up for herself or vying for control against Alicent (the most prominent one being the dress moment, but also the matter of choosing the new Grand Maester after Viserys cuts himself).

As I said before [the linked post way above called "HERE"], it's like GRRM sacrificed this for the whole devastation of the war OR/AND contradicts himself and succumbs to the stereotype of irrational women vs sad, but capable men by not giving Rhaenyra more to do. Even as Gyldayn, Eustace, etc. already give stupid, hypocritical (say they praise a man for doing a thing, but castigate Rhaenyra for doing the same or perceived similar thing), misleading, and bad faith arguments. Like how Gyldayn presents his rationale for what he thinks is possible about Daemon and Nettles.

There were also medieval and early modern period female, woman histiographers, I just learned and really should have known, bc women were never just sitting idle! [moonlitgleek] That's a critique of the ASoIaF worldbuilding, really. How GRRM doesn't have even give a comparatively smaller number of socially unrecognized female historians to socially recognized male historians. Sarella Sand is the only known woman even interested in the scholarly career of a historian or maester that I can think of, besides Alysanne. A source that gives the woman/woman-related perspective a bit more voice in the pre-Dany Targ story that I think could have happened with Rhaenyra also writing letters, etc., like Otto or Daemon in F&B and Rogue Prince. *[6/1/24], END*

Rhaenyra doesn't have to be a Visenya/swordswoman to do war. Visenya wasn't just a swordswoman or face-to-face or on-the-ground physical fighter just as Aegon wasn't. She also did diplomacy well, even if with a much more direct threat of violence hanging in the air while she did so--the Aryyns. Unlike the org trio, Rhaenyra had children in/active in the war unlike Rhaenys and Visenya, too, so yes, she was going to have the fear of losing them or the grief of actually losing them--for GRRM's point about the devastation this war had on both sides so that the "worth" of the war is conveyed as not equal to personal loss, ironically calling back to how Rhaenys herself was lost in the Dornish conflicts and that mysterious letter that stopped Aegon from actually taking revenge.

But if you're going to say that Rhaenyra was wronged and that she should not be vilified for trying to get back what was stolen on account of her gender...do not make it so easy for the maesters to make it as if it were Rhaenyra's "unpreparedness" to debilitate her when she loses a child in said war fought for her and their rights in the first place!

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Come Back - Percy Weasley

Anonymous asked: okay, so i've read your percy weasley fic and you made me fall in love with him and there aren't a lot of fics for him so could i have one with the ‘there's only one bed’ trope and “what are you doing? come back to bed.” where percy and reader have to share a bed, maybe they end up together, please? thanks a lot

Prompt List

Warnings: nothing other than them staying in a creepy hotel

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)

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Come Back

“I don’t know why you’re complaining, Weasley. It’s your fault we got lost!”

“How is it my fault!?”

“I told you we should have asked for directions! Now we’re in the middle of nowhere in this extremely spooky hotel until tomorrow!”

“It’s not spooky-” Percy started saying before you heard thunder roar through the hallway as you made your way to the last room available in this ungodly place. It gave you the creeps. “That was an unfortunate coincidence, nothing more” he tried to assure you.

You didn’t understand why you had been assigned with Percy Weasley for this trip. He was supposed to be undertaking this project for Kingsley and you had to cover it and report it for your job on the Daily Prophet. But somehow, you got lost and it was the middle of the night and you were in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of a storm. So, it would have to wait until morning.

“Okay, I think this is it” you mumbled, reaching the door of your room and quickly opening it.

“Oh, you have to be bloody kidding me!” Percy complained, walking in.

“What?”

“What? There’s only one bed!”

“So? Don’t be so dramatic, Weasley, it’s just for one night” you chuckled. “Fine, if it bothers you that much, I can stay on the floor-”

“W-what? No, I’ll stay on the floor” he argued.

You knew you weren’t Percy’s favorite person. Even when you were in school. But you had no idea he actually hated you so much as to not be able to share a bed with you for one night.

“Fine, suit yourself” you muttered.

“Would you like to use the shower first?”

“Sure” you sighed, walking over to the bathroom. You were both drenched because of the storm and you couldn’t wait to get into some dry clothes. After you showered and changed you came back out and looked through your bag. “Shit” you muttered.

“What’s wrong?” Percy asked, stopping his way to the bathroom.

“Nothing, I just… forgot to bring another sweater” you explained, stroking your arms with your hands. “Do you think the heater works?”

“Well, for the looks of it, it seems it’s already on so… I’m gonna say no” he informed you.

“Perfect” you said, shaking a little.

“You can have my sweater” he offered.

“Oh, n-no that’s okay, Percy. I’m fine” you smiled, sitting on the bed.

“You’re shaking” he pointed out before he placed his sweater on the other side of the bed. “Honestly, I’m not that cold” he said, walking into the bathroom.

“Um- thanks” you said.

“No problem” he replied before he closed the door.

You grabbed the blue sweater with the ‘P’ on it and brought it to yourself. It smelled like him. You smiled a little, putting it on. This was by far the coziest thing you had ever tried on. But the feeling was short-lived when you heard thunders again. And then, the noise from the room next door. You weren’t exactly sure what it was. But it sounded like people were arguing, loud enough to hear them above the storm outside. And then, things started breaking, mankind you jump, scared. This place made you terrified as soon as you stepped inside, and this definitely didn’t help. You got up and walked over to the chair in the corner, pulling it to place it in front of the door. Not like whoever, or whatever was outside, wouldn’t be able to storm in with magic if they didn’t try, but it made you feel a tiny bit safer.

“Um- P-Percy?” you asked, knocking on the bathroom door.

“Yes?” you heard on the other side of the door.

“Are you almost done?”

“What can you possibly need? You just-” Percy opened the door at the same time a loud thunder roared through the room and the lights flickered off and on just before something else was broken in the room next door.

“Percy! This place is freaking me out! I don’t know if the people next door are fighting or having extremely rough sex, but I think one of them is going to end up dead!”

“Don’t be so dramatic” he rolled his eyes, walking out of the bathroom. “I know it’s not ideal, but we’re only here for one night” he said as you sat on the bed. He turned around and saw you anxiously playing with the sleeves of his sweater. “Look, it’s been a long day” he said, his tone turning soft as he sat next to you. “Let’s just go to sleep and we can get out of here tomorrow early in the morning, okay? I’m sure it will be fine” he said just as something crashed on the wall behind the bed, making you jump closer to Percy.

“O-okay, yeah, let’s just… go to sleep” you nodded, smiling nervously at him. He smiled back at you and got up, taking a pillow and one of the blankets, making your smile drop. “W-wait! What are you doing? Come back to bed!” you begged.

“B-but-”

“Please, Percy! I’ll stay on my side, I promise, it’s just… it’s a bit… comforting knowing that… you’re here” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks burn.

“It… it is?” he asked, feeling his heart beating faster. He wasn’t really someone people came to for comfort. So the fact that you did gave him immense delight.

“Yes” you said, nervously.

“O-okay” he said, getting on one side of the bed.

“Thank you” you smiled at him from your side of the bed.

“Did you put a chair in front of the door?”

“Just go to sleep Weasley” you rolled your eyes.

You kept tossing and turning, completely unable to sleep. Between the thunderstorm outside and all of the noises you heard inside, you were unable to even close your eyes. You turned around to see Percy on the other side who was peacefully sleeping. You assumed growing up with a big family probably made him used to this ruckus and still able to sleep. You slowly moved a little closer to him, reaching out for his hand. You were about to grab his hand when a loud thunder woke him up.

“Merlin’s sake!” he said, as his hand looked for you. “Are you okay?” he asked, pulling you closer.

“I am” you said, pulling him closer.

“Did I wake you?”

“No… I haven’t… been able to sleep” you admitted.

“Why?” he asked, confused.

“I don’t know” you replied. After a moment of silence, you asked. “Percy… why don’t you like me?”

“What?” he asked, confused, pulling away from you so he could see you.

“I was just… wondering…” you shrugged. “I know you asked if someone else could come with you on this assignment” you told him. “And you didn’t even feel comfortable sharing a bed with me and I don’t know, I just wanted to know if I did something or say something that upset you-”

“What? No!” he sighed. “I- I’m sorry if that’s how I made you feel. I just didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable” he said.

“You’ve never made me feel uncomfortable, Percy” you smiled shyly at him.

“Really? That’s… kind of my thing” he said, making you laugh a little.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Weasley” you chuckled.

“I’m not! I mean, you’ve met my brothers, everyone loves them and I’m always sort of… the odd one out” he said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Well, I’ll admit all of your brothers are fun and… very loud” you laughed, making him smile. “But that doesn’t mean that you’re not special in your own way” you informed him.

“Really? You think I’m special?” he asked, trying to hide his nervousness.

“Well yeah, to me you always stood out. I mean, who do you think I’d notice more? The five loud redheads, or the only quiet one?”

“You n-noticed me?” he asked, as his heart started racing, you could feel it as your hand rested against his chest.

“I’ve always noticed you, Perce” you smiled sweetly at him.

“W-well, for the record, the only reason why I asked that I asked if someone else could cover this assignment with me wasn’t that I don’t like you” he started. “I just… thought it was really boring and I didn’t want you to well… think that I’m more of a nerd than you already probably do” he chuckled nervously.

“Well, I have news for you, Percy” you said, shifting closer to him and you felt his arm wrap around your waist. “I’ve always known you’re a big nerd and it hasn’t made me like you any less” you smiled. Even in the dark, you knew he was blushing.

“I l-like you too” he managed to say out loud. “C-can I kiss you?”

“Weasley, I thought you’d never ask” you smiled before he closed the gap between you and placed his lips softly against yours. You felt him smile against your lips and you started kissing him deeper, until you heard something smashing against the wall, making Percy quickly wrap his arms around you and pull you closer.

“I promise we’re out of here first thing in the morning” he told you, kissing your forehead.

“It wasn’t that bad after all” you smiled, kissing him again before you rested your head on his chest and he kissed the top of your head.

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A/N: so, nobody guessed, but I think it’s fair since I had literally only written for Percy ONCE hahaha but here it is, idk how this happened, I started doing this thing to write at least a sentence for each story and this one just... came out! hope you like it xD and I hope to have more stories up soon! let me know what you think :)

[gyubasevin]

zerobaseone as romance tropes :)

pairing; zerobaseone x reader

warnings; lowercase intended, hao's is veerryyyy suggestive

genre; mostly fluff!! a little angst

notes; when i tell u i have been writing this for like a week+ now i’m sick and tiredddd 😭 i’m so happy w all of them though!!! i’m sorry if gunwook and yujins are kind of ass bc i really just wanted to get this writing over with 😭 the quote before also if just regarding the trope itself!!! THANK YOU and i hope u enjoy <3

zhang hao - forbidden love

"if it's so wrong then why does it feel so good?"

you had lost count of just how many days out of the week you ended up this way, but here you were again, tangled up in hao's sheets, sweat dripping down your face as the two of you had just finished up. this moment was all too familiar to you, the look on the sweet boys face as he stared down at you, the musky smell in the room the two of you had created filling your nostrils, your senses felt overwhelmed by him as your entire body shook a bit. hao never was the best with words but you knew exactly how he felt, you didn't need him to speak to see the way tears began to well up in his eyes as he looked at you, waiting for you to say something, searching for some kind of an answer.

both of you struggled to find any words though, now was the time you both sat in silence as the air filled with regret and longing. you both knew that you shouldn't be here right now. as much as it hurt you just couldn't let him go so you always came knocking on his door yet again, it wasn't you're fault that he always opened it, or that he always slowly trailed his fingertips up your thigh while you were sitting there talking.

by time you snapped out of your thoughts hao had buried his face in your neck, "im sorry" he mumbled and you could feel the wet patches growing on the pillow under your head, he was crying. "shh.. i know." you comforted him instinctively, wrapping your arms up around him and playing with the hair on the back of his head as you teared up yourself. "i love you, hao. more than words." you hummed quietly in his ear. his grip tightened around you as you just held each other for the rest of the night, somehow managing to slip out of his grip and out the door before he woke up the next morning.

sung hanbin - brothers best friend

"don't worry, i won't tell him how you really feel about me."

"oh god!" you yelped softly, a hand quickly covering your eyes as you come to realize what exactly you just saw. "what kind of person showers and doesn't lock the door?!" you yelled in a panic, you had just arrived home from spending time with some friends and hadn't realized that your brother taerae had some company over. unfortunately it wasn't just any company either, it was his best friend of many years, they grew up together. when you were all younger hanbin would always stay over and he just treated you like his own annoying little sibling, teasing you the same way taerae would but since you had gotten older the two of you don't speak much at all. your interactions mostly consisted of you staring at his handsome face from afar, he wasn't the cutest when you were kids but he grew up well, a little too well.

that is until right now, when you had just walked in the bathroom on the older boy wearing only a towel around his waist and running his hands through his hair in the mirror. "what kind of person just busts in the bathroom without knocking?" hanbin shoots back at you although he is nowhere near as panicked as you are, he doesn't even seem to have really cared, "and why are you still standing here?" you just then realized as you heard his words. you were just standing there with the door hung open, maybe just secretly peaking at him through your fingers. your face was bright red, why were you just standing there?

you slowly lowered your hand from your face as you stared at him in the mirror, not really knowing what to do or say even though you knew that by now you should be running away. hanbin couldn't help the sly smirk that made its way to his pink lips, "i'm so telling taerae." you couldn't even react before he darted past you towards your older brothers room, leaving you stood stuttering. taerae always hated the idea of you and hanbin being alone so he wouldn't love this.

kim jiwoong - forced proximity

“you can stop acting now, they already called cut.”

who would have thought that you would be in this position? finally having almost completely wrapped up filming for the drama you had been casted as a lead in a few months prior. although the position you were referring to was your current one, sat down in your dressing room as you stared at your co-star kim jiwoong in the mirror in front of you both, casually touching up your makeup still. current one that consisted of you sitting in front of the mirror in your dressing room, looking back at your co-lead kim jiwoong. the relationship between the two of you was.. complicated to say the least. when you first started filming and met you absolutely could not stand the boy who’s reflection was so clear to you in this very moment. jiwoong always seemed to just care about himself, too cocky for his own good and nothing but a smartass most of the time, he swore it was just how he messed around but you never could find it very funny. you could easily remember how it started but you couldn’t seem to remember where those feelings started to become blurry. when had you started seeing him in a different light?

it was probably halfway through filming, a month or two ago, when you finally realized that maybe you didn’t dislike jiwoong as much you once did. the way you would look at him felt different, the way he would wrap his hands around your waist for a scene started to feel more personal, more so the way your lips would linger a few seconds, begging his to come back if for only another second became more of a sinking feeling in your stomach even after the cameras had stopped rolling. conveniently enough the drama you two were in was about falling in love with your boss/coworker.. funny huh? at first you resented to be around jiwoong but in this moment all you could feel were butterflies and chills down your spine, begging him to stay. you were snapped out of your thoughts as he cleared his throat behind you, forgetting that you had yet to even say anything to him since he walked in even though you were staring right at him.

you panicked a bit and dropped the makeup brush you had been holding on the table as you spun around in your chair to face him, “sorry! is everything okay?” you asked in a slightly squeaky voice, jiwoong never came to see you, you really never saw each other unless you were actually working at the moment. he just raised his eyebrows as he was surprised to see your reaction, “sorry i didnt meant to scare you-“ he put a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. regardless of how you felt on the inside, you had no idea how jiwoong felt so you kept up the kind of annoyed act whenever he was around, you rolled your eyes and spun back around to look at yourself in the mirror, touching up your hair, “if you only came to laugh at me then i will just see you later.” you avoided eye contact with him, focusing really hard on your hair. he chuckled a bit and took a step closer to you, resting his hands on the back of your chair, “of course that’s not why i came,” he began, “the director just came and asked me to pass on the message, our scene from yesterday ended up being no good so we are gonna have to film it again before we start today..” he hummed quietly. your eyes opened a little too wide, hating the idea of filming it again. the scene was one where the two characters finally confess their feelings to one another and at the end things end up getting pretty.. hot. you could barely stop yourself from going crazy the first time. “although im sure you don’t mind at all huh?” you hadn’t even noticed he had leaned down to whisper in your ear until you heard him, his eyes felt as if they were searing into your skin in the mirror. “what- of course i do-“ you began to ramble defenses before you were cut off, “filming starts in 10.” he winked at you in the mirror before turning his back stopping at the door to turn and say one last thing before he disappeared out of your sight, leaving your jaw on the floor nearly, “oh and this time, try not to leave so many marks on my neck, my makeup artist just had to really work for her salary.”

kim taerae - highschool sweethearts

“other people wait their entire lives, how did i get so lucky to find you early?”

“taerae pleeaasseeee” you dramatically whined as you rolled around on your boyfriends bed, he had been sitting at his desk “finishing up” his work since you had come over straight after school. “baby, i told you i’ll come lay with you as soon as i’m done.” he sighed softly, feeling bad but knowing he needed to get his work done. you and taerae had been together a since you were freshman in highschool, now sophomore in college together. he was your first boyfriend ever and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. the two of you had met through your mutual friend park hanbin, when you think about taerae that young it still makes you giggle a little bit. he definitely had a glow up, when you met he was a chubbier kid with glasses and the cutest dimples you had ever seen, by time you graduated the entire female population was drooling over him. he was always so sweet, letting you use his mechanical pencils when you lost yours since he knew you hated the wood ones, or making sure to leave little notes in your shared locker to surprise you when he got the chance considering you were always attached at the hip, it was something straight out of a movie. you did argue every here and there but who didn’t?

you couldn’t help but sit and daydream over your own boyfriend, quite literally giggling and kicking your feet. “what are you laughing at?” taerae turned in his chair to tilt his head at you, a sweet closed mouth smile on his face. you sat up in your spot on the bed rather quickly as you shook your head, “oh nothing… are you don’t yet?” you pouted just a little bit at him. he gave you an apologetic look as he glanced between you and the computer on his desk a few times. “please?” you huffed, “just take a break, i miss you.” he couldn’t help the full smile that made its way to his face, “you miss me when i’m sitting right in front of you?” he laughed quietly but got up out of his seat, a smile coming to your own face now as you realized he was finally giving in. “of course, i miss your…” you searched up and down his body, your eyes landing on one of your favorite features of his, “..lips.” he had finally made it to the edge of the bed near where you were, you couldn’t help but reach up and cup his cheeks, pulling him down to attach your lips in a sweet kiss which he happily returned, climbing into the bed next to you. you repositioned yourselves a bit to lay comfortably, lay laid on his back and opened his arms for you, obviously you accepted the invitation and rested your head on his chest.

“don’t you ever get tired of me?” he joked with you as he began to run his fingers through your hair, even though the two of you had been inseparable for around 6 years now, the true answer was no. “tired? of you?” you looked up at him as if he was insane, “no way, i’m the luckiest person alive to have you.” you said sweetly as you reached your hand up to rest on his cheek, caressing it with your thumb as you stared into his eyes. “i love you” he mumbled softly, still making your heart melt as if it was the first time. you leaned in to kiss the dimple on his left cheek before kissing his lips again lovingly. “i love you more.”

seok matthew - right person, wrong time

“it will always be you, it always has been.”

seok matthew.. a name that made your heart well up with love as well as sink to your stomach with sorrow. you were overwhelmed with different emotions as you were sat silently in his passenger seat on the way to the airport. your head hang low as you gripped onto his hand for what felt like dear life, wishing that the car wasn’t moving so fast, that there wasn’t a boarding time for the plane you needed to catch, that you could stay here in his car for the rest of time. originally from and working in canada where you had met matthew to being with, you had received a once in a lifetime job offer in the states. of course matthew understood, he wanted nothing but the best for you and he knew that you would be a fool to pass up this opportunity. as much as you loved one another, you knew with how busy you would be and stressed as it is that it would be best if the two of you took a break for now, knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep up with him and give him the love and affection he needed.

your eyes squeezed shut as you finally felt the car come to a stop, ready to drop you off, hoping that if you squeezed hard enough once you opened them you would be back at matthews apartment, head on his chest and waking up from what currently felt like a nightmare. you could feel the tears well up in your eyes as he squeezed your hand, “well.. this is it..” he mumbled softly, not really knowing what else to say. you looked over at him and bit your lip softly as you tried to hold the tears in, “i love you..” you whispered in the dead silent car despite all of the airport sounds around. “i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you-“ you began to repeat yourself as you leaned over, turning him to face you and planting kisses all over his face. you hadn’t even notice the tears start to fall, this was the hardest decision you have ever had to make. matthew was pretty good at holding himself together, just enjoying the kisses as he was given them before he finally rested his hands on your face to stop you, “i know. i know you do, baby,” he mumbled softly as he leaned in to kiss your lips sweetly, tasting the salty tears that belonged to you after he pulled away. you were surprised you could see his own tears coming into the scene, “i love you, too.” he whispered sweetly.

you would miss matthew more than you could even really begin to say. you both knew deep down that this wouldn’t be the end for the two of you, nobody could make you feel the way that he did, it was unlikely you would even date after him, that is until you meet again. “please find me, y/n.” you could hear the break in his voice, of course neither of you had any idea when or where it would be that you met again but you couldn’t wait for the day to come. “i promise.” you nodded as you rested your forehead again his, just savoring the way his skin felt against yours, the way his scent filled your nose one last time.

ricky - the one that got away

“please? i swear i’d never let you go again.”

when you had first heard of boys planet you were beyond excited, always having been a fan of survival shows, as much of a fan as you can be anyways. you counted down the days until the 98 contestants would be announced, it was only when you checked out the list that you wish you hadn’t. ricky? your ricky?.. well not really yours anymore. your phone was blowing up with messages from anyone around your age when the lineup was announced, all of your friends beyond curious what your thoughts were about your ex being on boys planet. it’s not like you had ever intended to break up with ricky, he had totally misunderstood a friendship of yours with another guy.

despite ricky being on the show you continued to watch it all the way through, obviously he was your #1 pick regardless and you voted for him everyday voting was open. the relief you felt for him when his name was announced as p04 in the final was overwhelming, tears welling up in your eyes. afterwards you found yourself staring at your phone, staring at his contact, simple as it sounds all you could manage to text him was “congratulations!”, he read it a few hours later and that pretty much was it. left on read, staring at the screen and feeling any last bit of hope you had left leave your body, knowing you would just have to support him from afar now.

kim gyuvin - summer love

“you make me the happiest i’ve ever been.”

how did you ever get so lucky yet so unlucky at the same time? the two of you were sat with your toes in the water at the beach, the same way you had been all summer. you came to stay with a family member right by the beach for the summer, just wanting to get away from home for awhile and you had no idea what was waiting for you when you got there, more so WHO was waiting for you, and by waiting for you i mean just going to the beach everyday like always but becoming your favorite sight to see at the same time. kim gyuvin was everything you could ever want in a guy, to this day you had no idea how managed to bag him but you weren’t complaining even a little bit.

one day you were just playing in the sand, which was bit childish but turns out there’s not as much to do at the beach as you initially had thought. before you knew it a huge volleyball came hurdling at you, hitting you right in the side of the head, not that you could complain though because along side it came a tall, brown headed boy who was unbelievably apologetic, instructing his friend to go get you an ice pack while he stayed and made sure you were okay.

“come on” you hadn’t even realize gyuvin had stood up from his spot, holding his hand out to you. you tilted your head at him, honestly scared as to what he might have planned. he playfully rolled his eyes and shook his hand, insisting you took it, “come onnn, y/n. i just want to go walk through the water.” gyuvin reached closer towards you. “you never just want to go walk through the water.” you mimicked him with a laugh but nonetheless gave him your hand and allowed him to pull you up. he took both of your hands in his, slowly walking deeper into the ocean while keeping his eyes on you. “i’m not wearing my swimsuit, gyuvin. if you have anything planned-“ you were silenced by a pair of soft, plump lips meeting your own. you felt his hands let go of yours to rest on your waist instead, your own wrapping up around his neck. “shh, you’re so worried all the time.” he mumbled softly against your lips, leaving sweet little kisses all over your face, the entirety of it turning red as you failed to stop yourself from blushing so much. you felt as if you were melting looking into his brown orbs, you could easily recognize the love they held, he looked at you as if you were his favorite thing in the entire world and it was true, he adored you more than he ever could make himself admit. he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours, leaving one last soft kiss on your nose before his face quickly turned evil, suddenly lifting you up out of the water and allowing both of you to fall down into. you squealed on the way down, plugging your nose in a hurry before you rushed back to the surface, staring at gyuvin with rage as you wiped the water from your eyes. he always was shaking the water out of his hair, giving you his normal sheepish smile, “i tripped?”

park gunwook - academic rivals

“i cant help that you suck?”

“oh come on, y/n..” gunwook whispered so only you could hear, “i am going so easy on you right now, what’s wrong with you today? are you letting me win?” you thought if he kept talking steam might actually start coming from your ears. the two of you were currently stood up at the white board, answering a complex math problem as you had just been the unlucky ones to be picked for the job. you could not stand park gunwook, ever since you were kids he had always been juuust a step above you academically and that drove you crazy. you studied your hardest, countless nights with no sleep, more than anything not wanting to be second to him for once.

it didn’t help at all that gunwook was incredibly cocky. rightfully so maybe.. but who even cared that he was crazily athletic? and smart? and… really good looking… and.. what were you thinking about?.. right! regardless, he didn’t need to be half as arrogant as he was. it was as if he was the worst person on earth 99% of the time, but it was that 1% when he would let you borrow a pencil, or give you studying tips, or help you with your work when even you found it too hard as 2nd rank in your class, that made it impossible to hate him deep down, that kept you daydreaming about him more often than you would like to admit. although you would never be caught saying any of this out loud.

you shut your eyes and let out a deep breath, “please shut up.” you mumbled softly as you opened your eyes trying to resume your math problem. you didn’t even need to look over as you already could tell he had a smirk on his handsome.. incredibly frustrating face. you both finished up, turning to face the class while the teacher looked over your work. after just a few moments it was announced to the class that your math was correct while gunwooks was a bit off. your jaw nearly hit the floor, you got it right and he didn’t? you looked over at him in confusion, “oh.. i’m sorry, i’ll study harder.” he smiled apologetically to the teacher as he pretended to sulk back to his seat, you also going back to your own but sparing him a glance before sitting down, “you’re welcome.” he mouthed with the same smug look from earlier appearing. could he be more annoying?

han yujin - boy next door

“what about the new boy next door? he’s cute, right?”

it had been just 6 months or so since your new neighbors had moved in, about the same amount of time since you had started to sit out on your balcony at night to read whatever book you were into at that time. you used to enjoy to sit there anyways but now you had a bit of.. motivation to say. you gathered your book as usual, sure to grab your notepad as well before going to sit outside on the swing which was on the balcony. it didn’t take long of your reading before you noticed him sitting at his desk behind a window directly across where you were sitting. it’s not like you were stalking yujin at all, the two of you were friends and he kept his curtains shut when he didn’t want to talk but little did you know he looked forward to these nights just as much as you did, sometimes even pretending to do homework at his desk when he really didn’t have any.

“like what you see? :)” you had hardly noticed you were staring until yujin finally held up his notebook with those words on it. you put your head in your hands for just a moment as your face turned bright red, “in your dreams maybe” you pulled out your own pen and notepad to reply back to him, both of you sharing a laugh as he read. “you know it :(“ he wrote back, bringing a finger to his eye and motioning as if a tear was falling. “are you coming over tomorrow?” you wrote down before flipping the notepad towards him, changing the subject as your face was red enough already. your parents were having a get together they invited the neighborhood to just to celebrate the start of summer together tomorrow. “will you miss me if i don’t?” yujin wrote back, tilting his head and giving you a cheeky smile of sorts. “of course not!” you wrote, acting offended with your hand on your chest that he would even inquire about such things, although it was obvious you were joking. “there’s your answer then” he replied back with a shrug, shutting his notebook and standing up to wave and close his curtains. you couldn’t help the slight frown that found it’s way to your face as he was gone so quickly, again trying to get yourself into reading the book you had brought along. it was probably about half an hour later when you finally were ready to go back inside and just glanced at yujins window one last time, the notebook now in front of the closed curtains with “goodnight, see you tomorrow <3” written on the paper.

[asurix]

gojo x fem!reader, trying 69 for the first time. With fem!reader absolutely doming him and giving him head so good, he struggles to give her the same treatment, they're doing like a competition of who can give better, Fem!reader also like swallow him fully which make gojo shook.

GIRLLLL you freaky little gal ( they/them sorry if I said ur pronouns wrong!ur a anon 😭 ) i love this! i think gojo is good at sex but never better than a fem!reader, okay so since I didn’t know what kind of trope you wanted sooo I decided to do best friends x

Genre: NFSW/SMUT, fem!reader, Gojo!Satoru, sub!Gojo,Dom!reader,afab!

Content warning: 69 position,pussy eating,oral sex,cumming,praising,degrading,pet names.

NOT PROOFREAD!!!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 GOJO

You and Gojo were close, a little to close. So close that you guys would regularly have sex.

“Hey, toruuu~ I’m so horny! can’t we fuck?” You whined, sitting on your bed stretching your arms up in the air. “ my? Someone’s horny today?” He smirked chuckling a bit, “can you blame me? Your dick is so~” you giggled, thinking about his cock already, “ well… I can’t say I’m craving can I, Mhm?” He curled up a wider smile, walking away from mirror he was checking himself out, “ what position hmm…” he pretended to think to himself. You laughed “ I know what your thinking just by looking at your handsome face” you pouted,

“ your so dirty~” he chuckled, walking over to your bed. “So …69 it is?” He sat on the bed next to you, crawling over to you to get on top of you. “Mhm!” You nodded, you flipped yourself over, your face 2 inches away from his hard cock, you only had your white thin panties, barley covering your already wet cunt.

3 minutes later you were, eating Gojos cock, saliva strings connecting with his cock and your mouth everytime you pulled out to take a breath, just for you to push it back into your throat, meanwhile satoru was eating your folds like a pussy starved whore, “ngh~ ah- f-fuck! Y/N calm down.. your shi- really fast!” Gojo whimpered, begging you to slow down otherwise he would cum inside your throat, you pulled out just to tease him more, making him overstimulate, “shi- you suck like a mosquito!” He chuckled only to choke on moans, you pulled out to respond to him “ w-well what can I say, your cock taste just so good” you curled a smile, “you slut” he chuckled, both of you continuing to eat eachother out, you milked satoru like a cow, you could feel his balls clench in your hands, “my satoru… already cumming?” You laughed, “ you- f-fuck!” He groaned not able to contain he’s cum anymore. “ I think- I’m gonna cum Y/N-“ he whimpered,

“p-please let-“ he whined into your cunt making your body vibrate, “ not yet toru~” you exhaled, your mouth drooling for him to push it in your mouth again. You both went at it, satoru licking your folds, you came on his face about 2 times, and you sucking the soul out of his precious curved cock, his hips pushing into your throat, you gagged just a bit but just couldn’t stop, finally he released he’s sticky hot seed into the back of your throat, and you cumming on his face. You both flopped on the bed, Gojo on top of you and you under him,

“that was good wasn’t it toru?” You smiled at him giving him a slight wink, “ you devil” he chuckled. You both drifting off to sleep.

[good-vs-evo]

fenglian coded songs!

because i'm actually so ill about them </3 plus this gives flashbacks to those english assignments in high school where you'd choose songs based on a piece of literature and explain ur choices... wait u didnt. u didnt do that. uh. moving along.

time to expose my mildly terrible music taste HSDGFH

boy by isaac dunbar!

"if only we were right, seasoned with time" god. they were right person, wrong time vibes genuinely it makes me so insane to think about. i love hualian dearly, ofc, but fenglian has such a special place in my heart because just think about everything they shared and everything they did and everything feng xin sacrificed for xie lian that xl was too young and too hurt to see

"if i were homesick, you're remedy-wired / picking up herbs in the morning time / i'd wait for something more" hello? already heavy on the pining vibes, plus i love the fenglian "you are my home" vibes... sobs... fx would take care of xl to the end

tell her by bruno major!

just like. listen to it as a love letter from xl to fx...

"still she will come back around / nothing could shake her / repeat or replace her / i've finally figured that out", xl realizing how much he always needed fx, xl realizing that he was perfectly loyal but xl was too scared

"tell her she's more than i dreamed i would find / she's always there in the back of my mind / if you should see her, ask her if we'll work it out" fx was literally so perfect you don't understand dies loudly... and he definitely left a lasting impact on xl forever

leaving the last two lines for of the song as a surprise if you haven't heard it yet and you decided to give it a listen, i promise it'll be great :]

lover's rock by tv girl!

"because love can burn like a cigarette / and leave you with nothing" i have. no more to say. just. that's everything i have to say about this i could talk sm more but that's what i want to leave it at

dear my all by mingginyu!

this one's in korean, so allow me to be your terrible translator (genuinely my korean skills are so bad nobody ever taught me so let's see if i can cook) (alternatively, use google translate)

"you can tell me everything, all your secrets / i'll never hurt you again" xl to fx, telling him that he can lean on him and promising o be better this time <3

"you're allowed to rest, you've been running for so long / it's okay to blame the things that have hurt you" fx to xl, telling him that's entitled to peace and happiness after everything he's been through

i tried google translating some of this because i didn't know if mine made sense but aughhh i can't explain it but the translations on google are all... awkward? i can't tell if it's just the context of the way my family speaks korean and the way i've come to understand the use of certain words but either way i'll leave it at that SDHFGJSD

late again by peter manos!

"yesterday came and went / you are my closest friend / i'll never understand / don't want you to see me cry / even though i've seen you cry" they truly were. pretty good friends despite the way their relationship formed. they would've had a much better relationship if they weren't prince and servant but whatever that's still a trope HSDGF so we take that W. they both seem like they'd struggle a bit to be vulnerable with each other but slowly grow more comfortable and that makes me so soft

"i wanna tell you everything is alright / begging you to tell me everything is alright" this one makes me lose it. the first one gives xl vibes (wanting to tell fx that he's okay and he's sorry and things worked out okay) and the second is fx vibes (wanting to know that xl is okay, regretting leaving even though xl told him to leave, wanting to know he's safe)

untitled v.2 by cavetown!

i'm literally never gonna be free from cavetown getting associated with media i'm into am i

"i know my hands aren't warm enough to hold your cold, cold heart" fx feeling like a failure when it came to being able to save xl from The Horrors

"and i know my bones aren't strong enough to keep me from falling apart" both of them fr, they were going through it like crazy. they were constantly on the brink of collapse. someone send some help

"and did you know that every night i play your favourite songs on repeat? it helps me sleep" i think. when they were separated for so many years, they kept reminders of the other around with them. for a little bit of bittersweet comfort

back to you by flower face!

"don't fight back / don't look at me like that / don't forget I'll never quite forgive you / but i'll pretend to" okay but xl realistically thinks nobody will ever forgive him. he would eternally believe that fx holds things against him aughguhaguuhguh angst has me in a chokeholdd

"how will I release you now? / how can I forgive myself when I'm still in love with you?" yeah. pining and separted fenglian keeps me up at night can u tell lmao

"and it's always back to you again / always back to you, my friend" because it really is always back to them! time and time again it's back to them, the two of them together again in differently painful situations and it makes me die inside

i am a world class yapper, please forgive me </3 i also went hard on the angst i just i love my ships a lil angsty (<- writes fluff 80% of the time)

also i didn't forget abt the role jian lan played in fx's life during the time when xl was banished and struggling! this is just focused on only xl and fx's relationship during those times. besides, a lot of signs indicate that fx loved them both dearly, and it hurt a lot to lose them both.

[sapphicteaparty]

g witch ending spoilers

g witch is over. i don't have any criticism that isn't nitpicking and i don't care about nitpicking. to me this was a 10/10 show with zero filler episodes and i'm very happy with the conclusion of this story.

some thoughts about the ending:

calibarn's gay rainbow permet colors were so cool. no notes.

all the gay rainbow permet effects were cool. i don't even care about how ridiculous they were.

miorine dissolved the benerit group. i am so glad she doesn't have to continue the corporate legacy that delling created and it seems like she is working with gund-arm like she wanted, developing the medical uses of gund tech. living her best life.

nobody could end spacian capitalism but the space/earth power balance seems to be disrupted. that's not nothing.

delling, sarius etc are actually held accountable for benerit's crimes. good.

earth probably welcomed prospera after what she did to that SAL fleet IF they knew that she was behind it. i doubt earth even has a seat at the SAL table at all so someone like prospera could be a hero to them. or maybe she's just a refugee now, who knows. earth is probably the one place where she won't get arrested and where she can live in peace. either way i'm glad she lived. that scene in the data storm with nadim got to me. 😭

everything about Peil in this episode was so funny.

both miorine and suletta have some sort of gund-tech implants on the backs of their head. i assume this tech is for establishing connection to eri?

eri in the keychain??? so fucking stupid i love it. sometimes a family is you, your wife, your shitty dad, your mother-in-law and your sister-in-law inside a keychain mascot.

…what if you lose the keychain?? what then?? i'm not going to think about this any further. it's fine. she's fine.

sulemio is married. they should have kissed on screen (that's one nitpick) but i'll take this. i'm not disappointed at all in the way their relationship was portrayed throughout the show and i liked that they avoided so many common romance tropes. sulemio is canon (always was) and they get a happy ending which is what i wanted.

i knew she wouldn't die but suletta was still hurt by all of that gundam action. the permet scars, becoming disabled - details like that are a nice touch to show that suletta (and by extension anyone else) piloting giant death robots can't come out of it unharmed. and she didn't just survive, she's thriving and she's so happy!!!!

gund-arm's medical tech really is a ray of hope for many (like petra).

suletta's dreams came true 😭😭😭😭😭😭

actually nobody died??? after ep 23 i had the feeling that this would be the case because g witch seemed to be making the point that redemption through death is not helpful to those who are alive. killing off characters is such an easy way resolve conflicts and to drive stories forward and g witch examines if there can be a different way without violence.

…the downside to that is that it could go to the other extreme and be full on pacifist and excuse all those who had committed horrible acts (delling, prospera, shaddiq etc) but aside from prospera they're all held accountable and suffering the consequences.

prospera was right to want revenge and to want to create a place in the world for eri but her means were not justified. one of the thematic throughlines in season 2 was that how you do something matters just as much as what you do (like sameen shaw said). prospera admitting that she couldn't forgive herself for the things she'd done was just the perfect way of ending her story. i didn't need her to succeed in her revenge plot or to go to jail or die, i just wanted her to see that how she did things was wrong and that's the biggest payoff her story could have had.

and when she was like "my legs will be paralyzed soon anyway" and suletta just refused to leave her behind, and she got to be part of their family.... g witch really said disabled ppl deserve to be happy 😭

can't believe this show gave me everything i wanted???

[james-fun-in-the-sunderland]

Mob Psycho 100 for fandom! And Amy from Sonic for character~

omg hello thank u niru c:

obligatory link back to the original ask game

Mob Psycho 100

sorry that alot of these repeat and probably arent like insane thoughts, i was only big into mp100 when i was like 16 and finished the anime like a year ago 😭

Favorite character: Serizawa c: hes a 6w5 so legally i must enjoy him but also i just like him ... he has curly hair and is cool OH AND TOME !!!! shes fun :) i dont fully remember my interesting thoughts on her but i enjoy her and how she works for reigen post canon. i think her weird girl charms get to me

Least Favorite character: uhhhh probably mogami or shous dad... theyre both just annoying like whateverrr stop being a dumb adult stop beefing with 15 year olds losers...

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): 1.... serirei?? is that the ship name. serizawa and reigen. basically canon ? 2. mobteru again basically canon 3. . um . theres not much ships i really have with this show so idk if i can do 5 but i can at least do three bc i think tome and mezato is cute :) i briefly became obsessed w them for a bit after season 2 .... i think the ship of the two claw guys . the like sword one and the other guy is pretty cool...

Character I find most attractive: serizawa. who would have guessed.

Character I would marry: nobody everyone here has many red flags also theyre 90% children

Character I would be best friends with: if i was a teenager there is a non zero chance i genuinely would be besties with tome but also maybe slightly find her annoying. but also maybe i would become besties with mob. in normal life none of them bc i would never talk to children or the adults in the show

A random thought: i think reigen is one of the last tumblr sexymen before that term really became used as meaning: character im sick of seeing so much of... but also i could be wrong. also can everyone stop drawing serizawa with straight hair ... i know they do in the manga/anime but if he had curly hair before they cut and washed him then it wouldnt go away. thats not how hair works and i should know as ive lived with it for like years.

An unpopular opinion: mogami arc wasnt that good, stop using it as an excuse to be weird abt child characters plsss

My canon OTP: nothing is canon :/ so

Non-canon OTP: serirei as i said above ☝

Most badass character: mob :] hes cool and awesom... but also i do think

Pairing I am not a fan of: idk if its bc i dont remember much but i cant see shou and ritsu as much more than besties but also obvs im not at all a fan of the . weirdly large amount of reigen and mob stuff like whats wrong with you all im killing you . i also just dont care too too much about ships between teenage characters so many of the ships in the fandom are like yea thats alright, also can see them as just besties, u kno?

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): i didnt realize how little there was of serizawa in the manga or the anime .. i feel like he had more when i first read it ???? anyway he should be there more .

Favourite friendship: i think mob and reigen are fun as friends :) especially as they grow older, i think the dynamic would be fun. also teru and ritsu are fun when theyre together. worlds most dramatic 12 year olds.

amy will b under the cut

amy rose :)

How I feel about this character: I like her !!! i feel like shes not talked about much outside of ships which is a shame because i feel like if people came together on her character (this includes people writing canon) then there could be a compelling character here that wouldnt deny her roots or just stay the same sort of trope she used to be. I cant deny i do enjoy that they occassionally dip into her little interest in tarot :) its nice to see that trait remembered.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: sonic of course, shadow, blaze a bit?, metal sonic anddd... yea thats it

My non-romantic OTP for this character: i think her with silver or knuckles is always fun :) idk why i think its because they bounce off of each other well. equal levels of no braincells happening here at least with silver. and with knuckles i feel like they could have a fun brother sister dynamic.

My unpopular opinion about this character: what is the popular opinion on her .... idk ill just use this as more of me talking about her character in general. i wish people would use her abandonment issues more, or at least like integrate that into her character since i think its a trait that shows up a bit in the little visual novel and in sonic frontiers and i think that makes sense as a trait for her

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: if she was ever playable again . I HAVENT played the sonic frontiers dlc but i think giving her a little spin off game ala the princess peach games would be fun. maybe then her team from sonic heros can be used again and i could like care about big and cream outside of them being sparingly used in canon .. and big not just being a joke ... also i just want more development for herrr im always begging for development or character in this series i know its for children but plsss also i wish they would like actually like .. fully deal with her whole thing with sonic... it feels like they wanna pretend her obsession just never happened and wasnt like the main thing with her character before they basically turned her into sally acorn.

My OTP: honestly ive really come around on amy x metal sonic :) i think mainly bc i cant see her with sonic at all (<- sonadow truther) and also i think it could be interesting if i thought about it more deeply

My OT3: amy x sonic x blaze i know i just said i cant see her with sonic but this is the exception, if i had to have an ot3 it would be this .. otherwise idk if i would have one.

[vinca-majors]

hello lovely :) for the fanfic ask game: A, G [there’s a science to walking through windows without you], L, and W! hope youre having an excellent Saturday <3

thanks friend and back atcha!! it's been a nice chill day over here - finally got the sleep i've been needing for four weeks, the sun is shining, i cleaned up the place, there's a window open in every room :) and after this i'll pick up ballad of songbirds etc - i just got to the start of the games.

A: Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

probably reprise - i still remember the excitement of starting it and feeling out what it might be. i loved being in hero's head, i enjoyed refashioning canon into something new but recognizable, the language came together the way i wanted it to, and it's the happy ending i would choose for them over any other.

G: If you wrote a sequel to [there's a science], what would it be about?

very little conflict - i think the main source of conflict between them in the og is that they're always trying to tell each other the truth but never say it in a way that the other hears correctly. so now they're on the same page, and he finally has her and he's not stupid enough to jeopardize it with his pomp and circumstance. it would probably begin with both of them in a bit of shock - they didn't see this coming and are completely rerouting from where they thought they were going, and they have to figure out how to be together - but they're ridiculously happy. they fall in love quickly and intensely and without much fanfare - they're not shouting it from the rooftops but anyone who looks at them can see it. they figure out how to do life together. eliza gets a job and it's not a good fit. higgins wants a career change but is uncertain about leaving a tenured position. they don't always know how to help each other get what they want. they say the wrong things. they work hard, together, to learn how to communicate. one night he gives her a ring. they consider eloping but decide to have a huge party instead, and it's joy-packed. she drags him to new restaurants and he grumbles about unknown foods but always ends up liking them. they learn together how to cook and get so into it that they start reading cookbooks in bed. they get a dog. they have a miscarriage - they grieve differently, he isolates himself, she buries herself in her work. they move to the opposite side of the country. pickering gets cancer - it's bad, takes him fast - they grieve together this time. it's about two selfish people learning that love is selfless and discovering the joy of giving and receiving that love, and about the importance of keeping themselves vulnerable when they want to close up and hide, and figuring out how to consistently give themselves to each other while still being able to grow and change individually.

L: Which of your fanfics was the most emotionally challenging to write?

after the storm was like a constant state of soul excoriation. we only have each other was my take on elsa's uncontrolled emotions, and the resolution to the major conflict drew from personal experience, so needless to say writing it was a rollercoaster.

W: What is your favorite pairing to write? Favorite pairing to read?

when actually writing: eliza/higgins are probably the most fun to hang with. for both: i'm pretty much always here for snark/sunshine, whoever that may be. severus/hermione is one of my go-tos d/t the trope and it's popular enough that there's usually always something new to read. my WIP folder is positively bursting with villain/sweetheart AUs, mostly in the form of hero/john ♡

[wandaluvstacos]

BRIGHT DAY BLUE DAY

CHAPTER 28 IS NOW UP

In the city of Yukiktrum, the hierarchy is clear even when the laws are not: Alphrim rule, betsra serve, and ometki bear young. Claiming a part of the city is easy, but keeping your territory is not, so Alprhim like Chramkut govern with talon and tooth. Maintaining power means control access to ometki, and by selling access to both them and their eggs, Chramkut has turned Themself into a ruthless and wealthy warlord.

Untkra once served as Chramkut’s prime ometki, but that time has passed, and Untkra has been replaced by someone younger. After one failed escape, it was only Untkra’s history with Chramkut that saved them from execution. Untkra knows that getting caught trying again will get them executed, but Unktra is willing to sacrifice everything if it means leaving the conflict-ridden city of Yukiktrum behind. This time, Chramkut’s prime laden ometki wants out, and they’ve begged for Untkra’s help. Untkra is done bearing offspring Untkra will never meet. It’s this way or death.

However, the desert landscape beyond the walls of Yukiktrum is hostile and unknown, and there’s no guarantee that there’s anything out there worth escaping to. What Untkra may not be ready for is what hope lays beyond the dunes, and the redemption that a new home can offer. Yet when another ometki needs saving, Yukiktrum calls Untkra back in what could be Untkra’s most daring rescue yet. 

Genre: Sci-Fi

Rating: 18+

T/W: This story is dark in nature, and while nothing explicit is ever shown, there are repeated references to rape (including underage), sexual slavery, and I suppose what equates to child trafficking (is selling eggs considered child trafficking?). There is also violence, murder, drug use, and prejudice/bigotry. This story also contains the trappings of a/b/o. It’s not so closely married to the trope as most a/b/o fics, but it is quite obviously based on it. 

Excerpt:

“Life became about survival. Everything I did, I had to wonder if it would be what got me killed. Eating too loudly. Sitting in the wrong chair. Wearing the wrong bodysuit. Everything was criticized one day and praised the next. Soon all I came to know was terror. It wasn’t so much death I was afraid of. It was torture. It was pain. I knew what Chramkut was capable of.” Untkra squeezed their eyes shut. “I can’t… no more. I can’t talk about this anymore.”

“I can see why you so desperately want to protect Skralvu from that,” Bytsklap said after a long pause. “You want to protect them in the way no one protected you.”

A klaptchrik chirp ripped through Untkra’s chest and lips, their feathers rattling with so much force that Untkra’s scalp hurt. They ducked their head and pressed their face into their knees, trying to regain control when control was galloping away from them.

The desk creaked as Bytsklap stood. They crossed the space between them and knelt down in front of Untkra, close enough to touch but refraining from doing so. “Everything you went through, you went through alone—as a child. No one should have suffered through such a thing, let alone as a fifteen-year-old. Someone should have been there for you.”

Untkra couldn’t reply. The wobbling in their lower throat was too erratic.

“The thing is… when you’re that age, you’re meant to be learning what your place in the world is like. It’s a time for exploration. And in that time, for you, everything became a threat. A chair. A bodysuit. A sound. That internal system meant to protect you never turned off. You associated everyone and everything with danger. It served you well at the time, in that setting. It saved your life. So your brain keeps that switch on, and it becomes your reality. Everything is terrifying. No one can be trusted. To let down your guard is to risk torture, pain, dismemberment. To trust anyone becomes unthinkable.

“Skralvu suffered with Chramkut, yes, but this system for predicting danger was not stressed to your level. They still want to trust. It’s a good thing. I imagine it must be exhausting, living your life under constant terror.”

“Not terror,” Untkra stuttered out. “Understanding.”

“An understanding that everyone is evil and wants to use you for their own means?”

“It’s true.”

“It’s not. It feels real to you because it was, for a time. You suffered at the hands of many, many evil abotskrut. But there was a whole world of others you never interacted with. You were looking at a sliver of the population, many of whom were forced to comply with a system they didn’t like out of the same fear you had with Chramkut. You brought Skralvu here so that they wouldn’t have to suffer like you did. Do you want them to be afraid of everyone for eternity? Is that the life you wished for them to have?”

[namikiheights]

hey, asker of the web / light novel differences that was passed over to u the other day, thank u for all the things u brought up. i am curious to hear more about kiritos violence in particular bc that aspect always felt like it was missing smth which definitely checks with the information u gave. his dream sequence and battle w internalized guilt has always interested me but again it just felt like it wasnt quite all there. im also very curious about kyouji and since that seems to be ur area id love to hear u expand. i havent gotten to the phantom bullet lns cos im trying to catch up on progressive first and im a slow reader but the way hes portrayed in the anime just felt so ,,poorly written and overall bad?? like he just completely did a 180 and it never rlly made sense to me, i just assumed his character would be more coherent in the ln and they cut it out of the anime for time or whatever.

Thank you for sending the original ask, and thank you for sending this one!

The other violent thing about web novel Kirito IMO is specifically HOW he killed the Laughing Coffin members in the raid. In the web novel, he mentions that he had sort of… lost grip of what he was doing? I guess? And got really into the fight, thus actually slicing a Laughing Coffin member’s head clean off (not a stance or slash you would take or do if you were only fighting in self defense). He does say his anger and vengeance took over in the light novel, but I think the decapitation in the web novel came from another place in his heart. Perhaps the same place that led him to beat up and steal from his beta tester friend in-game.

As for Kyouji! This boy has gone through so much, changes wise. And, as a Kyouji stan, it is my duty to not hide the monster he used to be.

TW: Mentions of sexual assault, discussion of suicidal characters, suicide attempts, and suicide as a religious and literary trope

The easiest way to put it is this:

For the most part, both Kyoujis are the same. They are nerdy and runty, something that got them bullied. That led them to dropping out of high school, so they are angry of those who seem to have it better. This leads them to make Death Gun, something that both backs them into a corner and yet also gives them an opportunity to attempt shinjuu with Shino (will elaborate what this means later). Now to contrast them a little.

Web novel Kyouji:

-Mocks Sinon when she makes mistakes (laughs in her face)

-Seems to think of Shino as a doll (or, at the very least, gives Shino the idea that he thinks this way of her)

-Is so obsessed with Shino he refuses to talk about her to anyone else because that is how sacred she is to him (that he doesn’t even want her name in other peoples’ mouths!)

-Is partially sexually motivated (remember the scene where he lightly touches a picture of Sinon on his computer? In the web novel, he, uh… does the nasty to it)

-Actually killed someone (he didn’t just play the part of Death Gun in the game)

-Doesn’t feel remorse for doing so

Light novel Kyouji:

-None of that lol 😭

This is what I mean by just a few cut sentences can change a character entirely! Without him being aggressive and ruthless and misogynist and this possessive, he ends up being a good friend who is just a bit whiny sometimes. The removal of his sexuality also makes it so that his motives are entirely religious. It’s still wrong for him to force that on Shino, but I think there is a difference between a delusional boy who doesn’t realize what he’s actually doing and thinks he can save both himself and this girl he cherishes who actively thinks she’s going to Hell… and an asshole boy who is very much attracted to this girl and is using this as an opportunity to force himself on her (which he nearly does, Shino is almost entirely naked by the end of the web novel’s iteration of the scene, but she fights back and then Kirito saves the day).

Wait, hold on! Religious motivation?

Here comes the part where I explain what shinjuu is. Shinjuu means lover’s suicide, in which a couple take their own life together. The religious component is that shinjuu is specifically a Buddhist practice and, within that, a free ticket to Heaven.

Hold on! But Kyouji and Shino aren’t a couple!

They may not be, but they like each other. This is certain in the light novel, and sort of there in the web novel. Shino thinks to herself that she does like Kyouji and want to date him, but simply thinks her trauma would cause too many problems in their relationship. Kyouji knows this and accepts it.

But also probably gives him the idea that this shinjuu thing could actually work.

In Kyouji’s mind, and partially Shino’s, the two of them are fellow tormented souls (Shino with her PTSD, Kyouji just not wanting to be here anymore). With the added layer of Shino thinking she’s going to Hell for having killed someone (real line in the light novel!), shinjuu sounds perfect! And with the religious belief that there’s something after death as well as Kyouji’s own delusional mental state, the gravity of death disappears.

Okay, this sounds plausible. But the word shinjuu is only ever used in the Sachi side story! How do you know this is the intended reading of the murder suicide attempt scene?

Some more context on shinjuu now. It’s actually a trope, having its own subgenre known as shinjuumono (“love suicide story”). It was popularized in theater in the 1700s, when playwright Chikamatsu Monzaemon wrote Sonezaki Shinjuu (The Love Suicides at Sonezaki). The format of shinjuumono is that there are two lovers (usually a merchant and a courtesan) who cannot be together (think Romeo and Juliet), so they decide the only way they can get their happy ending is in Heaven. A motif of the older theatrical shinjuumono is that they would have Buddhist chanting as part of the performance. Very religious indeed.

So, shinjuu is sort of a big deal in the creative world. It makes sense for an author who unabashedly pays tribute to his inspirations to include it. I’ve gone over how Kyouji and Shino’s story is particurly similar to Sonezaki Shinjuu in the past, so I won’t delve too much into it here. The point is that Kyouji’s murder suicide attempt is shinjuu.

Some smaller tidbits that point to that are the placement of Kyouji’s hands during the scene. He puts the syringe on Shino’s neck — not on her side like in the anime or manga, which pisses me off! — which is where the protagonist of the Sonezaki Shinjuu places his knife on his lover. Kyouji’s whole spiel about reincarnating into a better world is also Buddhist, and so is his reassurance that “I’ll carry you all into the mountains where nobody is, and then I’ll follow right after you. So wait for me once you’re there, okay?” The mountains are a place in the afterlife in Buddhism, and this sort of journey he speaks of is often poetically depicted and performed in shinjuumono classics.

But I digress. This is just me trying to make sense of what’s in Kyouji’s head as he does what he does. When it’s just this, without any sexual motives like in the web novel, it paints a more depressing tale rather than one of abuse and fear. But since the anime frames it in a more sexual way (as they always do) and ALSO cuts out Kyouji’s backstory (that he was bullied and extorted for money, that he isn’t doing well in cram school) and makes it seem like Shino never liked him…

Well, it’s almost like they reduced him to a shell of his web novel self instead of adapted his light novel self. He’s no longer a misguided boy in pain (who feels remorse for his actions, so much that he can’t speak at ALL, unlike his web novel counterpart who bragged about killing and only refused to talk about Shino), he’s a one dimensional creepazoid like all the others in the show. It’s a disservice, since the light novel went out of its way to take out the sexual assault whereas most of the other villains didn’t get theirs cut out (it almost seems like Kyouji specifically was edited that way… because they knew the character he COULD be, as opposed to the other villains who were too far gone).

And, man, I’m real sad about that! Because now my favorite character is just a meme, someone people barely remember anything about other than him screaming Shino’s name.

There’s a lot more I can say, but I think this covers a lot of it. I hope this helped you understand him more! If anyone wants to ask clarifying questions, please go ahead! I know it can be confusing to know which Kyouji I’m talking about sometimes, lol…

Thank you for reading!

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hi hi! I'm curious about your creative process on writing ocs' personalities/flaws? I have the most trouble with that when creating a character 😔

i wrote a lot but i'm not sure if it makes sense...hope this helps!

i think most of the time the concept of a character is the first thing i come up w before anything else, then their personality/flaws come right after, inspired by other preexisting characters either of my own or from media i like (or both)

though the concepts might change later, most of the time their personalities develop based on what i already had as the change occurs. the concept can be their job, role in the story, a fashion style, 1 specific/basic personality trait, an object they have, a trope, species, etc

basically it's like: oh i should make a character who is *this*, i think someone who is *this* should act like *that*, or maybe i should do the opposite, i'll pull parts from [media] - or - oh i want a character who's like so-n-so, or who's the opposite of so-n-so, i'll pull parts from them n go from there

if they're part of a group of other ocs, thinking abt how they'll interact w each other can help ("i think they wouldn't get along so maybe i should make x a little cold or y loud", that sort of thing)

examples:

sycamore exists because i wanted orval to have a dark past + reason to mistrust wayne, i go with the "died n came back wrong" concept n pull from wayne's flaws (monster urges, keeping problems to himself, being more focused on his loved one than himself), then when i played coe i liked utsugi n made sycamore sort of 'similar' (increasing his obsession with his loved one, making his motive revolve around their relationship). writing sycamore also made me make changes to some of wayne's flaws

with jacob i wanted a nervous sweaty businessman so everything else abt his personality came while i was designing him. stuff like anger issues n resentment were already a theme in mikko in hell by this point so that got added to him

with ty i literally just wanted an oc who was like aikawa dorohedoro, she ended up becoming different on her own when i started thinking abt how she'd act with alec n how her weapon functions. "she's a foreigner there so she would ask him questions, i should make her curious" "i want them to contrast so i'll make her loud n prideful since alec dislikes that" "i think they should still get along so i should make her charismatic" "her gun gives her headaches, maybe i should give her some kind of head injury?" -> she is given auditory processing disorder + memory problems, then i add a bit of insecurity to her because of these

LONG STORY SHORT! if it's hard to think about their personality or flaws, think about:

what you like that already exists

what the oc is

what the oc does

who do you already have