#fr though it makes me very happy that you like the model and want to mess around with it in sfm!

[gabe-lovebot]

Will you port the counsler model to sfm too?? I would use it so much I’d go crazy it’s really good :D

omg i would literally cry & implode & melt into a puddle if i saw sfm stuff of him!!

i have an incredible 0 sfm experience and my weekend is looking kind of full so it might take me a while but i will definitely attempt it!! at this point i would sell my house for more councilor stuff

[luffyvace]

Her brook Idk if your req are closed so read this at your convenience 🙏

I wanted to ask for a male harpy reader strawhat hc or if not just hc with luffy, more specifically based off a bird with heavy feathers like a snowy owl cause I’d love to imagine that he complains about the heat a lot and wonders why he’s sweating more then usual but it’s just luffy hugging his legs cus he’s so soft

Love your work brook 🙏☺️

nope! Still open lovely anon<3

when I tell you I did NOT know what a harpy was 🤦‍♀️ I had to do research for accuracy 😅😋

but don’t worry it’s all good I’ll be more than happy to do your request!

I’m telling you right here right now luffy would most definitely be interested in a reader like this!! You know how many unique animals and such he tried to recruit into the crew that weren’t even human?? 😂💗

and thank you!! I’m so happy you enjoy my headcanons :) that makes me very happy!

Okay I’m just saying…….like chopper…if you look more animal than human….his first thought is to eat you

”you think he tastes good?” 😋

😭😭

IT JUST IS !!

moving on…♡

He thinks your wings are really cool

I mean a 6.5 ft wing span…….I do too!!

definitely wanted to measure them to check after he learned that

to which he got himself wrapped up in the measuring tape

Both you and luffy eat “strange” animals

such as sloths, monkeys, porcupines, squirrels, opossums, armadillo’s, anteaters and sometimes parrots…..other birds too 😋🍴

No animal is safe 😭

every island you go to the two of you immediately start scouting for whatever variety of yummy foods you could find

”I’ve got news for you two—normal people don’t eat those animals”

- Nami ♡

it taste absolutely delicious to you!!

honestly you probably got Luffy into eating them

which so funny because he already loves eating all types of weird things

which is probably why he was so easy to convince him to eat it too

like he would normally see a monkey and go oh cool a monkey!

but now….😈😈

not all the time tho

mostly when he’s hungry

……….so I guess I lied, yes all the time 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

he saw you eating a armadillo with some sloth on the side and was like

oooo I gotta try that 🤪🤪

you might dislike for cats seeing as though a harpy’s predator is a jaguar

Least baby harpy’s anyway…

still! 😠

it’s good for you that the sunny is big once y’all upgrade from merry

it has plenty of rooms with shade for you, since a harpy’s natural habitat is rainforests

and they mainly stay in the shade anyway :)

franky probably had a room built that simulates a rainforest for your comfort 💕

like how he simulated the grass

once Luffy found out harpy’s are rare to find and you found the tori tori no mi - model: harpy- it was pretty much settled for you to join the crew :)

like he loves rare stuff!

it’s like treasure!

and you know darn well a pirate will fight for his treasure! 😼

you use your high pitch bird call to reunite the strawhats whenever you guys get separated (which is like- every time you go on an adventure 😀 besides the point-)

it’s loud enough and ranges far enough to the point where it’s more efficient than yelling

very much so comes in handy when your in danger too

also not to mention luffy is 100% gonna wanna fly on your back since you have wings

he probably won’t even ask

he’ll just rocket onto your back while your flying one day and refuse to get off cuz it’s fun

it likely ends with him spotting something cool, telling you to go over to it and getting you two into trouble

just be ready for the

😬😁 ✊😠 💥💥 😖😓

sequence again

flying also comes in handy when saving the strawhat’s BUTT!

You and Robin like 🦅🦅

LOLLL

but no fr you literally just swoop in and save the day 🦸

SUPERRRRRRR M/N!! *super man pose* better yet *franky pose*

Zoro will also appreciate it if you catch him while falling because I swear that man is always getting smacked around-

same with Nami 🧡

another time

Robin was stating facts about harpy’s when the strawhats first met you, and you were confirming

she mentioned that they typically lived 35-45 years (but she was talking about the ANIMAL.)

Luffy—of course—mistook this

“WHAAAT?! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME OUR NEW NAKAMA’S GONNA DIE SOON?!”

*Nami steps in*

”CALM DOWN IDIOT THATS NOT WHAT SHE SAID!!” 💥💥

“……..and besides..! M/n’s not an animal! He’s still a person you know?! Sheesh…..of course he’s gonna live the lifespan of a human”

Sanji will of course cook any animal of your request into your meal

if it’s more nutritious for you—then certainly he’ll do so!

he always prioritizes nutritional value in his meals, and thats different for everybody!

Luffy however….he will get annoyed with 😂

”GO AWAY STUPID *kicks across room* YOU DONT NEED THIS TO SURVIVE! THIS IS FOR M/N!”

your like one of the few men in his life Sanji doesn’t hate

okay I know that was more harpy facts related so now I’ll get into the scenario you mentioned 😅💗

Luffy uses you for warmth in the winter (all the strawhats do)

like chopper ;P

especially with your large and soft wings

”M/n…spread your wings out..we need your warmth..”

-Zoro

you’ve been complaining about the heat all day

You felt like you were ON FIRE.

like seriously?! What was gon on today?!

it’s not like birds need to shed……so why are you burning up!??

”mmmm…your so warm M/n!”

”LUFFY?!”

”shishishishishi!”

”no wonder I felt heavier than usual!! Get off me Luffy!”

”awwhhhh WHYYYYYY?”

”what?! Why?! Because I’m burning up! I already have all these feathers! You’ve got to get off of me Luffy!”

*whines* “but mmmmm/nnnnnn! Your so waaaarrrrm!”

*sighs and face palms* *attempts to pry him off*

“noooooo m/nnnnnn! I don’t waaaaanna get ooofff!!”

Luffy practically had you in a literal choke hold

he was not about to let you go.

and you know he’s got himself wrapped alllllll the way around 😂😂

once again thank you for the compliment my dear!!

Hopefully I did your hcs justice and that you enjoyed them! <3

[welcometogrouchland]

not only is darimila HYSTERICALLY funny as a crackship i think camila deserves a nice peacock of a boyfriend. i want her to show a photo of him at work and his coworkers are too busy wondering if this guy is an actor or a model or what to wonder about the ears or the goo hair. can you imagine darius helping the nocedas with groceries high heels and green eyeliner and god knows what else. MAN.

Firstly I love that this ask implies that Darius puts 0 effort into concealing his identity as a witch when he's in the human realm. This man is fully willing to expose magic and the demon realm in the town famous for producing a crackpot genocidal witch hunter everyone hates IF. and only if he can look fabulous doing it

I'm also on team Camila Deserves Nice Things anon, though I do differ on the details slightly, mainly because I'm sooooo enchanted by the Darius and Camila fake dating scenario I've cooked up in my brain. It both appeases the part of me that adheres to canon characterization of Camila as a woman who still, years later, has boxes of Manny's stuff lying around the house, yet to be put away, bc realistically she did not get proper space to mourn him when he died and she is not ready to move on...AND the part of me that, like you, wants Camilla's coworkers to see a picture of Darius and LOSE THEIR MINDS. HELLO??? THIS IS THE BAD BITCH SHE PULLED BY BEING AUTISTIC??? FR???????

And then I'm unsure whether or not I prefer Darius with romantic feelings for Camila? On the one hand I think, in the beautiful timeline where I actually wrote this, I'd prefer to have it come down on the side of "Darius and Camila are Good Friends who bond over how terrifying being a new(ly), single parent is"

and Hunter has to grapple with the fact that no, his family is not and never will be "normal" according to societies standards, and he cannot parent trap his parents into loving each other, but that doesn't make his family structure any worse off than something closer to a nuclear family.

Also I'd squeeze some juicy character exploration out of Luz bc she is SO not over her dad's death. She tries to downplay it and act like she is but she is not and it's very very clear in TTT. But she also wants her mom to be happy more than anything. And she loves love! And it'd make hunter happy! So she's just. Sitting there with gritted teeth trying not to get upset at the idea of Darius and her mom actually getting together and being happy.

But, tragically, I can't guarantee I'll ever fully write this out (though I fully encourage ppl to run with the idea if they like it. Please run with it I can't be the only one who's thought of this before) so I give myself a little more room to be silly and I say that. Darius is a person with a lot of walls up who likes pretending to be cool as a method of distancing himself from ppl, and I'd love to watch those walls get eroded by the overly sincere and silly sci-fi nerds that are his son-figure and his crush, who are also mother and son. Also I love the idea of Darius being a man in his forties with a crush. Yes!! Get more pathetic!!! Raeda is cowering rn!!!!!

IN CONCLUSION: I love you anon, I should really make SOMETHING based on the Darius Camila fake dating scenario, but if I don't, let this rambling serve as a testament to the GRIP it has on my brain

[pineappleciders]

HEY DUDE ‼️‼️ can i pls request. Uhh sunny, hero and basil witha reader in recovery for atypical anorexia? Ik thats kinda vague but like, just them being supportive and trying to help is fine. ik u got a request like this before but hopefully they arent too similar? ANYWAYS yeah thank you 😁😁

SUNNY, HERO, and BASIL with a reader who is in atypical anorexia recovery

A/N: hii! don't worry about it, i've never gotten to write about recovery so this is cool for me!!! also i'm really sorry if anything in this is triggering or insensitive!!

TRIGGER WARNING: eating disorders, anorexia

☆ ☆ ☆

SUNNY

sunny isn't the definition of a healthy lifestyle,,, to say the least. so he probably isn't amazing at being a good role model and stuff like that

but he's great at being there for you emotionally. he may not understand everything about your ED but he listens very closely and he's very open to talking about private or personal matters!

if he notices you're having a hard time at the dinner table or while eating, he might look at you and just. blink. like he doesn't say anything but he's non-verbally checking on you

and he might come up to you after eating and stare at you to see if there's anything you wanna talk about,,, he gives your hand a squeeze under the table to encourage you

whenever you just need a break or are feeling faint, he's all for just lounging on the couch and playing games or sleeping. he is never one to judge if you're feeling tired or lazy

again, he isn't amazing at helping you physically with your recovery, but he's glad to stick with you!!!! he wishes he could help a little more though, but honestly his company is more than enough : )

HERO

hero is great at reminding you to do things to take care of yourself. like he'll always text you like 'Hey, did you eat yet?' and if you don't respond he comes to your house and immediately starts making pancakes

and he's all like "oh hey Y/N yeah i let myself in i figured you'd like me to make you some breakfast!!! :D"

he also reminds you to drink water and brush your teeth!!!! it can get a little annoying sometimes but he really wants to be sure that you're taking care

100% makes you meals if you can't or aren't feeling like it. he'll make you sandwiches, lasagna, literally anything. you're kinda disappointed that he gave up being a chef because he's REALLY good at it

he understands if you don't finish everything he makes,,, he knows it's hard so he doesn't force it and puts it in the fridge for later, always asking if you want him to heat it up or want the rest

he'll sit down and be very serious and listen intently if you need to talk about something. and he just genuinely tries to give you honest advice and lets you know he cares and wants to see you as the best person you can be

BASIL

he tries to research a lot about recovery and EDs to try to help you, like he always searches up how to help someone in recovery and tries to memorize it

basil is always very nice. like he never points anything out that may be rude, so you never have to worry about like. getting insecure or anxious that he may be judging you. he genuinely doesn't care what other people do and supports you in everything

he feels really bad that you have to go through everything on your own, so he generally tries to help you with things, especially if it puts strain on your body or you're feeling weak. he's very happy to help!!

amazing at listening, and appreciates it deeply when you open up to him about stuff. he knows it can be hard more than anyone

tries to get you into hobbies to take your mind off of bad thoughts, like gardening and drawing. anytime you come over he takes you to the garden to water and weed the plants while chatting about your day

gives you drawings and notes, even in class!! they read little encouraging quotes or just compliments in hopes of making your day a little better :)

he knows he can't help you in every way, but he's very open with you and tries his best to be there and be the best friend he can be!!!

[minmin-pal]

im just gonna nab that "dead man's questions" and stick it in between watching part 4 and 5, kinda gives me vibes of like spy secrecy type stuff lol and ngl i was about to search it up automatically but i'm glad i refrained from it now. so the plot follows a character whose passed away? is it some type of flashback or maybe an 'afterlife/ghost' adventure? i don't know which or if either are right so i'm just pulling stuff outta my guessing hat lol

i might just have to accept this inevitable heartbreak either way tbh, just watching characters go on an adventure, have fun, develop and just generally live makes it very hard not to get attached though ig that just comes with the viewing experience. the 'waiting for them to bring the person back' bit is so real though, ngl i always end up forwarding and end up ruining a series for me because "when is this character getting brought back???", to the point i end up not paying attention to the rest of the series lol(/lh) though i'll make sure to not do that when watching jjba :D W series fr

and oh! you've watched naruto? you said the 'original naruto' so i'm gonna go out on a leg and assume you didn't watch Shipudden?(/genq/nf) could I ask what were your thoughts on the story (however far you got into it?) maybe like favorite/disliked characters? parts of the plot you liked and didn't, did you have any critics of the series (both manga and anime, assuming you read the manga too)? (/lh) any opinions on the legendary Sannin? generally, just your thoughts on it i suppose

and oh yeah fair fair, the intro bit i brought up since i kinda tiptoed around it when i was searching up watch guides and didn't want watch anything that might've spoiled anythin lol (may have been too careful for no reason lmao) the intro was just the first clip i saw of the actual 3d bits (i'm in the 'not know' side whether that style/model was consistent with the actual 3d used in the show tho) but wait they animated the powers n stuff to be 3d?? that's actually super cool wha (/gen)

took me a while to understand that 'death 13' was the name of the episode, and ohh it never occurred to me about the 'copyright issues' bit though i guess it's the same reason why people will always use names like '"barbucks" for a shop in their story whose icon looks awfully like Starbucks lol. i usually watch my anime subbed, though which would you suggest for this one? do you usually watch in subbed or dubbed? but eh yeah, might not matter much but still ty for the heads up! (/gen)

no but truee, the foundation parts make the lead up to the big punchy monster powers bit even more satisfying though :( and jonathan, yeah yeah! i've seen very small smidges of him here and there, i briefly consulted the wiki page of his because i wanted to find a clip of his voice without spoilers and omg he sounds so cool! :D i didn't scroll down any further down the wiki though, there weren't any "spoilers ahead!" warnings but i didn't wanna take any chances :')

oh yeah, sxf is actually a pretty good example of a 'polished' anime artstyle similar to other modern animes tbf, the sharp difference when i try to compare the two in my head made me snort a bit ngl (/lh) the style and story (from what i've seen of jjba and sxf so far at least) are so stark in contrast but they're both so good too (/gen)

twt has already shoved in my face that apparently, eren dies for mikasa or something? i'm not in the know of all the details but the shock factor is definitely eh- minimized now i suppose lol, and oh a tier list might be a fun idea if your up for it! how do you manage to keep track of the ones you've read/watched? or is it just a 'welp i'm relying on my memory for this' type thing? (/hj/lh) sxf really carrying both jjba (with no one being safe lol) and aot in terms of fluff, i feel as though i'm jinxing myself and that the ending might not be happy either but i;m crossing my fingers it is lol, and yea dw abt getting off topic, it's fun to read tangents (is that how you use the word)

mangakas favorite drink are the tears of their fans :') (/j) but props to you for managing to get the titan lore, i've seen a lot of people say it just confused the heck out of them and some said they dropped it so i hope you were able to enjoy it :D (both the series and the 'head-ache inducing' lore /hj/lh) 

and yay no problem! i'll admit when i read your description of it, i tried to do the same actions? like laughing but not making any sound, i definitely looked very goofy while doing it but i remembered the term 'croak/croaking' so it was a fruitful endeavor :D (/j/lh) i apologize for the tmi ;')

 "Chainsaw Man is a character-driven story that manages to conclude itself in 97 chapters, and its due to the author focusing on the main characters and its themes," i didn't think it could be explained so simply in word form but that actually does make sense. "All the battle shounen stuff is just being used a medium to tell the actual story, it's not the story itself." just this description alone summarizes it well i'm assuming and now that i think about it, really makes csm stand out tbh. Almost all anime i can name off the top of my head (action/battle genre ofc) really does focus on "different states and nations all preparing to fight one another for [ cue overarching plot point ]." Character development and personal introspection don't tend to be the top priority, well aside from the 'shonen mc moments' such as ya know- tanjiro, izuku, etc.? (/lh) or from what i can gather at least lol

but honestly, i didn't know csm concluded at 97 chapters! the fact the author was able to just- start it, do what he wanted to do and end it as planned (or at least i'm assuming? i haven't seen any articles with the clickbait tagline of "csm creator dislikes/isn't happy about [ ... ]!") it got pretty popular too so that's awesome to hear, and yea true actually, i can see you and other people like denji and the fact that both the "Mineta Minoru is Expelled from U.A. High School/Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru" tags on ao3 collectively have over 5.8k fics says enough lol 

spy was definitely a very wholesome show and it's just so, so nice to watch the family dynamic form and grow<3 dunno why but i liked how they were able to incorporate bits of yor and loid's profession into their parenting styles what with yor helping to cause the iconic damian scene and loid with attempting to sneak in to change anya's grade lol, but oh! what's your thoughts on franky? ngl i kinda love all the goofy stuff he pulls and gets twilight to do lol, but yeah tbh yuri's bit of being secret police and his scenes with anya are some of the only highlights of his char i remember when watching ;; (/lh) obsessive brother still kinda shocks me with how it's pretty prevalent as a trope tbh but also what's your thoughts on bond? also what was your favorite and maybe least liked episode or mayb chapter of sxf? 

it's been a bit since i found the site but i can binge all the chaps now so heads up an ask abt that in a few hours :D (/lh/gen) your so right about that thoo, having characters that could just be irrevocably bad people can be done but managing to make them appealing/getting the readers to feel for them is such a sign of being a good writer, but also yeah managing to cause your readers pain thru them is to be applauded too lol (mangaka's really do enjoy their reader's pain /j/lh) 

how have all the scenes you've shown be so pretty, my brain would assume it's just specific detailed scenes but i have the very sneaking suspicion that the whole manga is styled like this and i'm very much looking forward to it,  even if i covered her facial expression her hair swaying and clothing ripples(is that what u call it) somehow portrays emotion so well, how even? (/lh/pos)

i was confused on who 'nameless white-haired guy' was until i read the next sentence and i just went "ah" lol, and oh kinda sucks he got gassed too much but damn that personality is just yikes lol (from what i've seen of the one scene ofc) and oh there'a dif other guy? in about 30 minutes i'll see this hoodie dude so i'll end up finding out, i know he won't be 'as bad' but i'm looking forward to seeing how bad? uhm, basically looking forward to the chapter, hope that made sense or the sentiment at least got across lol, and yea no worries i'm reading your response at the same time so there might be dead ends/random tangents in mine that i didn't notice so- sorry about that :') 

And ah yea that makes sense, I'd actually be pretty surprised if you were able to remember specific little details but glad to hear you enjoyed it :D the analogy of 'cramming before a test' hit me on a personal level lol (/hj) and oh, was nijimiya the girl mc? she really does seem like a sweetheart and help I never knew she had a younger sister, that's super cool! And yeah! The dude's character development was nice to watch too but alas ofc, tears lol

I remember reading 'Kichikujima (Freak Island)' quite a while ago, I remember it's pretty gorey though I don't know if it qualified as phycological horror? Don't remember too many details so I may be wrong, but oh yeah! I don't know for sure if you were reffering to these types but I kind of made some terms for it lol, idk they're pretty simple labels

Jumpscare Horror - self explanatory, there's a lot of jumpscares and "dun dun dunn" type music/scenes right before the jumpscare.

Gore Horror - I assume this is where kichikujima falls into? Typically, zombie and slasher movies fall into this one lol

Phycological Horror - what you just described :D and ngl ig the name for this one is self explanatory enough lol

I haven't met many people that actually enjoy phycological horror, what's oyasumi punpun if you don't mind me asking? I'm mildly familiar with junji ito's works, i only ever watched vids that dubbed over it tbh but is uzumaki the swirly one? Lackluster description ;; but I'm assuming that's the one, I also heard there was an anime about junji ito's work(s)? Have you seen it? If ya did, what were your thoughts on it? Ohh have you already watched neon genesis? I don't see many people talking about that anymore, what'd you think of it? Seeing your summary of your taste for manga/anime/etc., have you heard of dororo? I only ever watched the anime so I'm not sure whether you'd enjoy it or not, but it's one of the things that come to mind when I think of things that are 'depressing at their core' (/lh)

Figured they'd be under the isekai category tbh, the dif labels just confused me for a bit lol and yeah makes sense it'd depend on the story itself, blue lock is that one popular sports anime recently isn't it? Tbf it's been a hot minute since shield hero gained much media attention as it did before so I don't imagine much talk about it could've been going around lol

Very valid reasoning ngl TT always a genuine whiplash whenever you compare the male and female character designs, the 'probably do not see people of the preferred sex at all' comment both made me cackle and makes a lot of sense lol, the manga started at 1997 and since it's a 'weekly title', technically a chapter comes out every week, I assume that doesn't leave much time for socialization? I dunno but doing this for close to 3 decades, you'd think some actual body diversity or dif styling would be developed as the story progressed but- how did it seriously evolve backwards? This is biologically impossible??(/hj/lh)

I remember a review video I watched citing the author's response as basically saying the target demographic is teen boys anyways? I need to find the video but I'm definitely sure that was the gist of the first bit of his response, it's as if his made unique and customized molds for all of the male characters while using the singular body mold fkr every single one of the female characters ;; the fact he prolly just chooses not to is def a massive let down tbh :')

While scrolling down, my eyes instantly went to the pic so I went "Miles :D!" then woah second pic jumpscared me real bad lol, when you said you had an example in mind I didn't think it'd be such a good example yikes, the longer I look at the artwork the more I understand your point, it's making- a lot of sense, the "you can tell a lot about someone by the way they draw" part is true tbh, this whole bit is just giving me the icks ;;

But ahh, I'll be reading the killer in love manga now :D also very sorry for answering so late, I know it isn't compulsory or anything but really just have my sincerest apologies ;; /gen/pos

And yay alright, I'll try to switch it up sometime for variety lol, minjae, d'you have any that you prefer or prefer not to use?

I watched the outro as it's own clip and I swear the meme was scratching my brain since it seemed so familiar, I'm questioning how'd it even turn into that meme lol, did it take you a while to find out?

(may contain some grammar/spelling errors, srry abt that)

HI!!! :grin: aot spoilers and..... just walls of text under the cut i didnt answer some stuff since there really wasnt anything for me to add of worth-- i read everything though dw

you should read deadmans questions right after thus spoke rohan kishibe (which i forgot to mention is technically a prequel- i shouldve said that.. u watch it after tho cuz its only rlly fun if youve watched rohan throughout part 4 already) i think- (so between 4 and 5 as you said) i cant really... tell you without sorta ruining it so u just have to wait and see. i can say its like.. not the same person he was when she was alive (im messin up their prns on purpose. for extra concealing) and theyre kinda like trying to become happy by doing.. assasinations.. :grin:

my one piece of character death-related advice is to not expect their return in this series. like once theyre dead theyre dead basically would advise to not forward aswell- going backwards fine :grin:

yes ive watched the first naruto it didnt end on a bad note or anything, and i started shippuden and he was suddenly like fucking 16 so i put it on the backburner (for whats been... 4 years now.. i dont think ill get to it ever honestly naruto was fire though. when he would transform into that.. posessed fox form i ALWAYS had to rewind and watch the scene again. idk if its top 3 anime :grimacing: like people say but its not a bad show either (i watched it instead of reading it cuz it was Free) for characters i LOVED naruto. ofc i did hes the mc but like hes such a cool kid honestly. the kinda kid everyones friends with in primary school (apart from in show). the entire main gang was great but naruto and kakashi were my top 2 .. and gaara now that i remember him i liked him more than naruto when i watched it tbh-- he was just so angry and emo and fine ive matured past the age of calling fictional characters attractive but when i was 11 i was in love with him honestly heavily disliked sasuke. which is ironic cuz i hated him for the reason i loved gaara he was so angry and emo all the time-- but he hurt naruto with his edginess (technically gaara did too but i excuse it.) also he was just being a bit of a asshole. like anime rival esque asshole but an asshole nontheless this is getting long so i'll get to the show itself honestly. because its been so long i cant remember what i really disliked the stuff that i can remember are just dumb stuff that all older animes do i guess all the "sexy-jutsu" stuff were kinda off-putting plus jiraiya as a whole. i loved him but damn he was WEIRD i had to google what the sannin were cuz i genuinely forgot-- but i think theyre cool jiraiya is a bit icky, the blonde one (forgot her name) was pretty funny- i liked her dynamic with sakura and orochimaru i think his name was; was so cool. his entire look influenced who i am today i owe it all to him /hj

death 13 is both the episode name and the ability name of the person in that episode and- id wholeheartedly recommend subbed for jjba a LOT of the jokes only work cuz its japanese, aswell as the emotions in scenes personally i dont like dubs since i find that its usually more "colorful" in its original form (for that reason i generally cannot watch korean dubs of animes.. they just throw me off ever-so-slightly

jonathan looks better in the anime than the manga to me, but this is mainly because i dont really like anime characters with muscles as big as. uh.

the hercules-corona borealis great wall :grin: and in the anime they werent as ginourmous its a REALLY good thing arakis art style did not stay the same for the entire series honestly picturing the later characters drawn the way the first parts were drawn is honestly whiplash-inducing

(NOT AN OFFICIAL DESIGN. PART 5 CHARACTER IN PART 1 STYLE)

you really cant compare the jojo artstyle with sxf (probably because of all the muscles + how "harsh" jojo's shading is, and the personality in both styles)

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this is the best thing i could find ^ and honestly it looks cool as hell- the artist is really talented but with the art style i just cant envision it would be as lighthearted as sxf is it carries its own vibe to it

if youve already heard that eren dies it wont pack as hard of a punch (the punch being that THE main character died) but it will still tug on your heartstrings, if you dont know the specifics. i wont say its for mikasa, but more for everyone really eren. is honestly a result of knowing too much thats what i love about aot really.. theres no bad guys other than the big man eating monsters, but even those monsters arent truly bad everyones doing what they have to do, and thats most evident in eren once you sit down and absorb the lore its gutwrenching for remembering what i watched... i honestly have no way of tracking it. theres been a good few times i watched a show, and then realized id finished it already i probably shouldve done that, but theres no point to it now so i just use memory (which honestly shows if a show is good or not-- theres a lot of shows i immediately think of despite having watched them 3 years ago/ ex: death note, erased, jjba, and school live) (and yes thats the correct way to use the way tangents)

thats whats great about csm its not just ur average battle shounen, and its battling is second to its characters whenever i see debates abut goku vs naruto and such its just like the main thing anyone got from the series was the fights (which is fully valid) but like.. there usually isnt much character depth this is usually combatted by making the characters one character trait- something that csm flips over idk what im on about. its 11 pm and i havent slept in 2 days im so sorry if this comes off weirdly written

csm was a really short read and im so happy about that since as you said, fujimoto did what he wanted, finished, and was satisfied with it hes also working on csm part 2- which is not from denjis pov it has a whole different protagonist ive heard, and takes place somewhere else i wont be reading it, since i dont want to start anything i cant finish, but i do push you to once youve finished jojo/killer in love/ other things you feel like reading

it is really nice that yor/loidś work influenced the way they parent (esp with how yor tried to teach anya to defend herself from bullies) franky was a fun character- i liked his disguises he got from loid

bnd is cute i dont really have anything to say about him.. the whole looking into the future thing is cool though my favorite chapter has to be the one where loid is convinced yor is upset with him so he takes her to a bunch of different places.. but she was just in pain after a mission bad explanation but you get the memo i hope

i wouldnt say ALL scenes are the exact same quality as everything ive been showing, but everything is generally *really* pretty

^that was a generally regular scene, so thats just how the art is as a default its really beautiful (also that guy with white hair is the arata i mentioned-- he isnt bad in comparison to all the other ¨bad" characters.. hes just sorta a prick)

i honestly,,,.... shouldnt have said hoodie guy isnt as bad hes really bad but morally speaking white hair guy is even worse so he isnt as bad, but he isnt tame either, esp later on all your points are getting across just fine btw :grin:

i havent read kichijuma before, but i searched it up and it honestly looks really cool like really cool it has 24 volumes from what i read though so i dont think ill check it out

of the three you mentioned, i dont like jumpscare horror its just lazy same with gore horror if thats all there is to it i dont really enjoy horror mangas/animes much in general minus a select few, but for games im all for them (chillaś art's stuff is great) people i think don't like psychological horror because its more of a thing that gets to you (?) in contrast to with jumpscares or something, that it hits you and youre scared and thats sorta that you dont really shriek in fear over psychological horror, which is what some people look for in horror (yes uzumaki is the swirly one) oyasumi punpun,... is... about punpun and him traversing life (him and his family are drawn as birds. everyone else is drawn normally. he is human) i would usher you to check it out yourself :thumbsup:

also- i started dororo, but i never finished it i probably should tonight since i cant sleep ill tell you how i feel about it if i get to it (no promises though)

i get the one piece demographic is manga loving teenage boys but i guess its just dissapointing that he just... chooses not to put effort into his female characters

im so sorry :sob: i saw it on twitter afterwards and i immediately remembered what id said before it was the best example ever (and have fun with killer in love tell me all about how you felt about it :pray: )

i dont rlly mind any variation whatever u feel like

last but not least when i heard the outro music it took like 3 seconds for me to realize what it was afterwards my world was just flipped by its head (the typos are fien i made evern mroe) (and sorry this took me a minute i kept responding then drafting it then editing then drafting it again)

[kithtaehyung]

(Ryen, I hope this is ok!!! I really wanted to share this experience with people who might appreciate it as well, and everyone here is always so nice!)

So yesterday I saw Epik High in show as part of their All Time High Tour, and Tablo performed his part from All Day. I had seen the setlist before, so I was expecting this and started recording, and I'm SOOO glad I did because here's how he introduced the song:

"Epik High is still around. Not only because of the three of us, our hard work and our fans, but also because we're surrounded by very talented, intelligent, beautiful people. We surround ourselves with talented people and as a result, we've always been able to create something new, learned new things. And when you do Epik High plus another talented person, it equals something like this."

Like??!?! Imagine one of your role models talking about you this way, with so much respect and everything 🥹💜

(also I went to a little orange-theme café (https://www.instagram.com/p/CZcJS0EDQaC/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=) this morning, so of course all I could think about while having breakfast was 3tan 😅 I can't wait for 3tanBBQ and 10, we're so spoiled please don't stop!!!)

- 🌙✨️

OMG HI BABE!! I was wondering how you were the timing though😳 but one, I love the way you wanna share this with everyone. It’s a wonderful experience to see them live and this is a great segue into the song😭💕 God I love Epik High.. the very first group I became a fan of🥺 It makes me happy seeing them still having fun doing what they love to do fr. Also……

HELLO THIS CAFE LOOKS GORGEOUS😭🍊 this is much prettier than my series could ever be are you joking? Wow. I would love eating there<3 working on 3tanbbq tonight and will work on 3tan10 as soon as I’m done!

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMAOO LinkedIn coming in clutch but either way still exciting!! Does this mean after this you’ll be able to channel your inner yuki for fic writing omg you’ll have all the scoop on what the modeling process is like firsthand

AHAHA affirmations that’s the word I was looking for but FR before you sit down to write you hype yourself in the mirror draw on the stubble and get into the zone

FUNERAL INVITES SHEHWJSISJS I have no words for that I’m sure the graphics would go hard as usual though

STILL ALIVE AND NOT POSSESSED I’m crying yes please we don’t want to BECOME Barou…Karasu taking care of baby birds and tullias pokemon…no stop I thought we agreed on no swerving IM SWERVING I’m fr mentally imaging all of this and omg….wait the apron and the jeans and t shirt….its so domestic looking…..im in danger….

SHSHS excited either way!!! I bet the fluctuations are kinda annoying LMAO actually lowk reminds me of bot activity ik there’s a lot of those on twitter

No because what happened to our thinking skills there’s no way Nagi’s getting kicked out be so real…SHSH HELP LMAO ALSO YEAH the princess thing is also something i find annoying like he doesn’t LIKE being called princess…ill also add in that half the time they stick another word in jp on it that gets lost in translation sometimes but they’re explicitly saying like “bossy princess” for lack of a direct translation but whenever they use princess even alone because of that context it’s heavily implied that they’re using it to describe how spoiled chigiri acts…? Like how he takes extra long getting ready at the expense of others, so like how a princess would act like being the center of the world LMAO so yeah his visuals are just a bonus but the nickname is usually a jab at his “my pace” sorta personality lol….ok anyways that rant turned out a lot longer than I expected I find that people misconstruing things because the nuance got lost in translation is my pet peeve although I can’t really fully blame people ig if they don’t get it LOL

When I first saw the SpongeBob my first thought was “me???” but I ignored it because I thought I was being too insane but YESSS KEEP TJEM COMING I love getting silly content honestly even if it’s not bllk related I’m happy to receive anything you find funny I’ll never turn down a good meme NAGI CHIGIRI EDIT wait that one part where chigiri slowly opens his eyes kinda…..um anyways

People filly ignoring the rectangles for building ass background when jjk s2 first aired (they’ve since adjusted it in the blu ray release iirc) but let’s be real none of us are watching it FOR the animation so why are so you pressed….

LMAOOO wait on that note imagine going to the gym with Barou I’d be scared shitless fr I bet he’d be good at making sure you’re doing everything correctly though LOL omg didn’t know we had a gym bro amongst us…/j LMAO wait that routine sounds refreshing lowk??

Also commentary on some posts I scrolled past while getting to your response THE BAROU POST “let’s talk about him OUT of the uniform” IS CRAZY thats actually peak brain performance though that line hits hard im excited to see that scene animated ok but my turn to convert ooooh you wanna convert to hiorism so bad oooh (i need that gif of the hypnosis hand wave) I think I saw the vision after LN digging when I heard there was Karasu content and then ofc nel had some nice panels of him and the rest is history….come join us….i bet pursuit will seal the deal though trust….you know you want to…I’ll admit the vibe feels very different from Karasu and Barou for obvious reasons LMAOO but he’s still got the sassy streak too (unlike isagi) I’m a sucker for duality lowk

- Karasu anon

linkedin always comes through HAHAH my pfp for that is just a random headshot so i figured it worked and ig it did!! omg oaeu yukimiya is abt to be so accurate you’re right

i’m reciting aikulations every time i sit down to write!! the stubble please 😭 using eyeliner to draw it on and whenever someone sees me i’m just like dw abt it i’m oliver aiku (which incidentally is a very aiku thing to say)

okay but…imagine reader is too sad to make the invites…so she gets nagi (and his reuniclus) to do it…and this is what they come up with it

please appreciate my calligraphy/artistic skills LMAOAAO nagi does his best (the handwriting is neat because reuniclus uses its psychic powers to do it not because nagi suddenly took a penmanship class or smth)

no because not to further the swerving agenda but i was listening to music earlier (tik tok audios) and a chemtrails over the country club audio came on my fyp and it’s so karasu x reader coded 🌝 “you’re in the wind” karasu with his birds “i’m in the water” reader with her gyarados “nobody’s son” karasu runs away from the gym to prove himself to yayoi “nobody’s daughter” barou left reader to go on his journey…younger siblings who are desperately pursuing their older siblings (karasu figuratively as he’s pursuing yayoi’s talent and reader literally as she’s pursuing barou wherever he is) UNITE 😰 NAGI COME BACK WE NEED MORE PARALLELS WITH YOU KARASU IS WINNING AGAIN also omg domestic karasu is killing me just imagine him cradling a baby pichu (tullia’s infernape is a boy and eggs are the same species as their mothers + infernape and the pikachu line are in the same egg group so it’s possible) in one arm walking around outside of his gym with a bottle because the pichu’s mother rejected it so it has to be fed formula hourly and tullia’s too busy that day so karasu takes in the role…imagine you just see the intimidating butler coded gym leader walking around babying this little pichu while he has his phone between his ear and shoulder saying bullshit like “you’re a mediocre dumbass otoya why would you send out a fairy type against yukimiya’s fucking steelix bro give up chris prince does NOT want you” LMAOAOAO

yeah i’m sure i have bots following me because i never go through and look at my followers like some people do and delete the bots so there’s def a few!! sometimes someone will have an account that looks like a bot though and they’ll comment on one of my posts and i’m like hello you’re a real person??? so aside from not caring/not having the time or energy to comb through my followers i also don’t want to accidentally remove someone who’s just shy or doesn’t want to set up their account because i get that!!

that’s what i always understood it as!! like they’re making fun of him for being self centered and prissy it’s no different than nagi calling barou “maid barou”/“maid king” HAHAHA whenever people are like “chigiri’s a princess that’s why everyone likes him and thinks he’s pretty 😌” i’m like bro chigiri would genuinely crash out if he heard you rn LMAOAOA honestly i didn’t know abt the japanese extra word but i feel like it’s made relatively obvious that it’s meant to be rude?? like a) chigiri gets annoyed when people call him that, b) isagi straight up says he’s a “selfish princess” at one point, and c) if nagi, karasu, AND otoya (bllk trash talking kings) are calling a character a name it’s safe to assume it is not meant to be kind 😭 LMAOO no because like him or hate him no one can deny that nagi will have a comeback i don’t understand people who genuinely believe he won’t (although i will say i saw a comment calling him “the interviewer” and i had to laugh)

HAHAHA OKAY I WILL KEEP THE EDITS AND MEMES COMING!! you have unleashed a monster…pls no nothing is ever too insane for me that was literally my first thought OSFJJDSN AND YESSS NAGI CHIGIRI DUO ‼️ i completely agree that clip of chigiri is sooo good that’s the chigiri i need people to write about more because it’s who he really is!! like he’s very much more so 😏👹 than he is 😜💖 bro saved isagi from death in the and was fully ready to square up with shidou in the last ep of s1 LMAOAO LET’S TALK ABT IT 👆🏻

i love my routine it’s so fun!! not too high stress or impossible either because the gym should be enjoyable and imo it’s better to do less but be consistent than go crazy for a week, burnout, and never go again 😰 okay ykw i think barou would be sweet to workout with like he’d either leave you alone and be focused on himself or he’d kindly correct you (given that this is off field barou he’s probably used to dealing with his little sisters so he knows how to gently tell someone they’re wrong) actually you know who would be insufferable though??? KARASU 😭 as much as i love him i would never go to the gym with him unless it’s as a spectator because bro is constantly in your business, critiquing you, and he’s a younger sibling (and if his actual older sister is anything like yayoi well…) so he has no concept of sensitivity about it either he’d just be like “yo that squat was mediocre asf do this instead so you don’t suck 🤣” his advice is flawless though because he’s a gym regular (have you seen his quads and arms 🤤 i KNOW bro lifts) but you def cry at least twice per session 😓

HELPP I WAS LIKE WAIT THIS SOUNDS WRONG LET ME INCLUDE THE PANEL I’M REFERENCING no because it’s literally an entire subject of conversation in the barou version of the oaeu that he’s always taking his shirt off LMAOAOA nagi fr cooked calling him the stripper king 😭

i feel like hiori is more in line with nagi when it comes to my favs vs karasu/barou…like pale haired sassy gamer who seems quiet and sweet but is actually secretly brutal at heart?? which one am i referencing 🧐 i think i always imagine wb hiori when i think of him and while i love wb hiori he’s very heavy on the melancholy aspect of his character and not so much the humor and sass potential that he has (it’s touched on a bit in fwtkac but he’s kind of irrelevant and also kind of childish there so it’s not the same) okay wait lowkey now that you mention pursuit imagine spin-off reader inserts with the side characters 🤩 like a hiori x reader but it’s not pursuit reader (who’ll just be referred to as the reluctant champion if she’s mentioned in the spin-offs) it’s someone completely different…or a yukimiya one…or even karasu or otoya…maybe a barou prequel?? the verse is just so developed they’re all honestly possible

wait omg imagine a karasu spin off after he’s a gym leader where he’s like “i’ll never find love” and then he ends up lowkey beefing with the new reader who’s the gym leader of a different gym and slowly ends up falling love and we get to see him all domestic and cute but also as a pro battler and gym leader…BONUS POINTS IF NEW READER HAS A CRUSH ON YUKIMIYA JFCJDNDJS it’s giving “we’ve got five ways to kill a crow at home” the five ways to kill a crow at home:

okay today’s video is a tabiori edit!! do i ship NO (as you know) but the edit itself is cute and this ask has been very karasu and hiori focused so it’s all good

[ryozoro]

Hades Playlist - iii.

NOW PLAYING: blinding lights [the weeknd]

cw: mentions of crimes

an: hi, literally sorry if it’s choppy 💀 I’ll go back and try to touch it up later

Previous Song 🔊 Playlist 🔊EP 🔊Next Song

“I know that if I wasn’t scared, something’s wrong, because the thrill is what’s scary.” – Richard Pryor

“O-oh, yeah,” yn locked her phone and placed it onto the counter with the screen faced down. “Thanks, I promise I’ll pay you after I get my last check transferred. Plus, why the hell would I have a boyfriend; family and school over boys, remember?”

“No need to pay me back,” the grumpy-looking man slurped his fill before speaking through a mouth-full of ramen, “iss’ on the house anytime its family. You can tell me one thing for the price of the meal, though.” Angry arched a brow and continued to devour his meal.

“No need to pay me back,” the grumpy-looking man slurped his fill before speaking through a mouth-full of ramen, “iss’ on the house anytime its family. You can tell me one thing for the price of the meal, though.” Angry arched a brow and continued to devour his meal.

“Damn,” Angry laughed breathily, “wish I thought of that, but that’s not it. Who is ‘tani senpai’ with a heart if not yer boyfriend?” He stared at her waiting for small indications of guilt. “I have pretty good fuckin eyesight and you happened to be a terrible liar. Yanno Draken told us of all your bad habits when you try to hide something.”

“Look,” yn pressed her forehead to the cold counter in embarrassment, “I DON”T have a boyfriend… Tani senpai is just some guy I have become, mm infatuated with. I don’t know, he just radiates an aura I never thought I would be drawn to.” She looked up to see angry fighting back a laugh and felt a small pout form on her face. “Go ahead, laugh it up, asshole.”

“Look,” yn pressed her forehead to the cold counter in embarrassment, “I DON”T have a boyfriend… Tani senpai is just some guy I have become, mm infatuated with. I don’t know, he just radiates an aura I never thought I would be drawn to.” She looked up to see angry fighting back a laugh and felt a small pout form on her face. “Go ahead, laugh it up, asshole.”

“HA,” Souta reached over and flicked her forehead, “I’m not laughing at you being happy, I’m laughing because the last time I heard you this poetic, you were trippin over Inui. If I remember correctly, ‘Inui just makes me feel like Icarus and he is the sun – he is just so far and yet so close to my reach. Yer diary was dry and ya seemed too intense for me. Very Shakespeare, not enough Playboi Carti.”

“I hate you so much,” yn laughed and checked her phone once she felt another buzz.

Tani senpai <3: don’t be scared to say no, loser LMAO. But srsly, I do wanna talk to you – missed your shaky words ~

Tani senpai <3: ill stop bein mean ~ I really do be bored. Rin and Sanz are lookin at new models and i have no interest in it.

Tani senpai <3: fr tho, you can say no if you wish, no pressure little one.

Yn felt tension in her head form as she began trying to find an excuse to slip away from angry without any major suspicions. “O-oh, crap. Big bro is callin’, let me see what he wants!” Yn tried to keep her voice even, but she couldn’t even convince herself that she was telling the truth.

“Go upstairs to the house,” angry took his keys off his belt loop, “I’ll put yer food in a container, so it’ll stay warm. Tell the assholes to hurry up and bring their asses here. I wanna take a nap before we open up shop.”

Souta wasn’t an idiot; he knew that it wasn’t Draken, but you seemed eager to answer so he decided to let you have this moment. Once you headed upstairs, he called Draken and asked him to run to the downtown market for some more meats and vegetables for the shop. Smiley was confused when Draken announced to the others at the request of the younger twin, but once he received a text from Angry – he went along with his brother’s plan.

Me but Blue: hey, just go along with buying more supplies, pls. our inventory is kinda low, but I also wanna give little ryuguji some time to have fun bein young and talkin to boys.

Me (Smiley): talkin to boys? Yanno drakens not gonna like that LMAO >:)

Me but Blue: Definitely not, but the kid has never even dared talked about a guy since Inui family zoned her lol. Plus shes like, our little sister too, gotta let her run loose sometimes.

Me (Smiley): aye aye cap’in. just make sure you loosen the leash, don’t unclip it.

Me but Blue: I’ll make sure shes not doin dumb shit >:( don’t sweat it, thanks smiley

Me (Smiley): any time little bro :)

Yn quickly unlocked the door to the apartment and made way to Smiley and Angry’s infamous couch that Draken had constantly talked about; apparently, it was so soft to the point that Mikey fell asleep on it and even he put down his guard. She slowly sat down and felt herself drifting off into pure bliss; her body sinking into the plush, leather cushions. Her eyes began to drift closed as all her built up fatigue weighed down on her, but her comfort didn’t last as incessant buzzes from her phone caused her eyes to shoot open.

Incoming Call…bzzt…bzzt…bzzt

“Oooi, you answered,” Ran had let out a small laugh.

“I didn’t even say we could call yet, you psychopath,” yn said in a soft yet firm voice in hopes of convincing herself that she wasn’t nervous. How could she not? He was practically speaking into her ear with his silky, deep voice –

“Yeah, but you hadn’t answered me at all, so I assumed it’d be alright to call you to make sure my message got through,” she could almost hear the smirk on his face, “so, doll, did my message go through?”

“No,” yn sarcastically replied, “I don’t think I received any of your messages. Maybe your phone bill cut off your unlimited texting?”

“Oh?” the older Haitani hummed and shuffled on his end, “tell me, little lamb, did you receive that message, or did it not go through, again?”

“What.?” Yn was confused until she felt her phone vibrate against her palm. Turning back to one of her bad habits, she bit her nail as her screen read ‘iMessage: Tani Senpai <3; Image Attachment.’ “What did you send me?”

“It went through?” Ran asked teasingly, “maybe my unlimited texting didn’t get cut off?” His laugh shouldn’t have been as intoxicating as it was, but yn found it to be her new favorite sound. “Why don’t you check and see if it loaded? Just for me, okay? Gotta make sure I don’t need to switch phone companies.”

“I- Okay,” she tried to giggle cutely like Emma does when Takemichi says something funny, but growing up around the boys, yn found herself cackling with an ugly snort towards the end when she tried to catch her breath and Ran became silent on his end of the call. “To the gods above please kill me right now. L-look, I can’t lie – I can’t laugh like the pretty city girls you probably hear a lot –“ Yn began to ramble on but was cut off by Ran’s sudden outburst of laughter.

“PLEASE,” she heard him inhale, “PLEASE LAUGH AGAIN, SEND ME AN AUDIO OF YOU LAUGHING.”

Suddenly all the tension and intimidating walls that stood before her had fell and she felt as if she could talk the same exact way she talks to Angry. Just as her anxiety was easing down and she laughed freely, her heartbeat quickened as she received an ‘Incoming Facetime Call..’

“What the hell are you trying to FaceTime me for?” She squealed out and glared at the screen.

“Ha, you not gonna answer it?” Ran laughed as he tapped his screen, “Come on, answer it~ I wanna see who I’m talking to.”

“You’ve seen me before though,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, but I wanna see you all bandaged up now. Yer photo was so cute, and it made me wanna see you even more, plus, I wanna see yer reaction to my photo.”

“Fine, but tonight I get to tell you all about the plot of homestuck.”

“Already excited for our conversation later, huh? Yer so cute, pick up the damn call you asswipe.”

“Yer so mean to me,” Yn chuckled and decided to press answer, “but I guess I’ll indulge in the bully’s wishes.” As it connected, she got a full view of Ran’s beautiful figure sitting in a nice leather chair in an office building with glass walls and the city on display in the back. “Wow, so the bully has big money, huh?”

“What a wattpad story, huh?” Ran smirked, “except I’m not Justin Bieber or a member from mindless behavior, so that is how you know it’s real life. You do know I would like to look at your face, yanno, on FACEtime.” The older haitani started playing with pens on the desk, “stop showing your forehead, wanna see the banged-up baby~”

“Fine,” yn groaned as she flipped on her stomach and propped the phone up against the arm of the couch and scooted back so Ran could see her face as she cuddled into a decorative pillow, “is this better, your highness?”

“Mhm,” ‘Tani Senpai’ brought a hand to his face and smiled in awe as his hooded lids stared at her through the screen, “I’ll call you on my computer tonight, wanna see your face on a bigger screen. Smile please?”

“For what?” She furrowed her brows as she began thinking about every flaw and crease that stretched across her face whenever she smiled. “I don’t really like my smile that much; I think it’s gotten a little sloppy lately…”

“Yn-chan,”Ran stared at her with the most unimpressed flat lipped expression, “yer smile is nice, shut the fuck up and smile.”

“Asshole,” yn mumbled before giving a small smile in hopes that it will suffice, “better?”

“No,” Ran titled his head and arched his brow, “show yer teeth. That’s how you’re supposed to smile.”

“You don’t show your teeth when you smile –“

“I’m different,” he sighed and leaned back in his chair, “people don’t live to see me smile, they smile once they realize I let them live. Smile for me, please?”

“uuuuuuuuggghhhhhh,” she buried her face into the pillow before sitting up and propping her phone up on the coffee table. “Why do you wanna see me smile so bad?” She wiped her hands across her face while making sure not to tear any of the bandages.

“Just for a contact photo, loser. Don’t over think anything.” Ran smirked and began tapping his finger on the desk, “Oh, you never looked at the photo I sent you.~”

“What is it?”

“Just look and I’ll stop asking for a smile.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.~”

Yn made way to her messages –

“Face fully in the screen, hot stuff,” ran had smirked as he watched her with the smuggest look that had seemed to be permanently etched on since she met him earlier that day.

Yn rolled her eyes and made her way to her messages with her face in full view. Taking a quick breath, she weighed out the potential dangers of doing what the Bonten Executive wanted her to do; It could be one of the three evils: an unsolicited dick pic, a stupid dank meme, or a random thirst trap. Praying to the gods above and trying to drown out Ran’s beautiful, deep laughs.

“Open it ya scaredy cat,” Ran was now propped on his elbows as his right hand’s index finger traced the tattoo that adorned his throat, “don’t worry, it’s not a dead body.”

“I -, why would I think that it’d be a dead body?” yn tilted her head with void filled eyes, “Have you killed someone before?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to, dumb dumb,” Ran cleared his throat, “just open the damn –“

“I’m on it ‘loser,’” she mocked with a smirk and finally opened the message, “wait - what is this Tani?”

“It’s my first mugshot,” Ran twirled in his chair before stopping upruptly, “I was a cutie, huh?”

“Oh my god,” yn fell back on the couch the couch and placed her hands over her face, “what the fuck, bro?”

“Oi, put your face back on,” he tapped the screen in hopes of getting yn to sit up, “what do you mean ‘what the fuck,’ huh? I was cute. Your friends were ugly.” Ran’s finger hovered over the ‘end call’ button as he was not one to be openly disrespected – he didn’t care who it was, he’s not having it.

“You were just so,” the younger ryuguji sat up and smiled crookedly, “so adorable. Like, how the hell did you get into so much trouble with this innocent face?”

“Mmm,” Ran hummed as he fiddled with his baton, “I was so adorable committing acts of man slaughter and raging wars throughout the streets, wasn’t I?”

“You committed manslaughter back then?”

“You haven’t?” He laughed and twirled in his seat.

“No,” yn rolled her eyes, “sorry, I have to graduate first before my big brother allows me to do that.”

The conversation went on and on, filled with yn’s rants on Chainsaw Man and Ran’s ‘highlight reel’ for his personal favorite crimes he committed. She learned that his biggest motivation to remain strong is for his brother – Rindou, and he learned that she does her best to make her big brother proud.

“As much as I want to continue this conversation,” the eldest haitani sighed, “I have to go and be an adult. If you don’t mind..., do you still want to call later?”

“Yeah,” yn chuckled before bringing the phone close to her face, “I’d like that a lot. Oh! One rule though.” She stared into the camera, etching his mesmerizing smile into her mind, as she waited for his reply.

“What is it, angel face?” Ran tilted his head as he brought the baton tip to trace his tatted adam’s apple.

“I have to call you first…, can’t risk Kenken pestering me for answers,” she looked off towards the sides, “I hope it doesn’t bother you I just – I really don’t want my brother to be spooked that I’m talking to someone who has a pretty bad rep around the country, ya know?”

“That’s it?” Ran arched a brow, “you don’t want hush money or me to pay off your loans, so you don’t turn me in?”

“No,” yn grimaced at the thought of asking for money, “I would never. I just really want to enjoy a friendship I found on my own and not through my brother. So, I’ll call you later, yeah?”

“I’ll hold you to it. Have a good day, baby girl.” Ran winked before he hung up, leaving yn in a giddy fit.

Tani Senpai <3: oh, forgot to send this to you – now, have a great day, princess ;) [image attached]

"OHMYGOD-" yn screamed out as she locked her phone and fell off the couch, "WHY THE FU-"

"YN," Draken came rushing through, "ARE YOU OKAY? WHY DID YOU FALL?"

"AH," yn quickly got up and hugged her brother, "you're baaaack, hey bud. Sorry, I was just - just watching a scary movie on my phone and the jump scare got me." she prayed that her smile was convincing enough to trick her brother into thinking she was just embarrassed at being caught.

"Why would you jump? You love scary movies -"

"Draken," smiley barged in with angry following close behind, "come on man, let's let yn finish what ever teen shit she was doing, and you help us unload all these groceries." with that, smiley dragged him back down stairs, leaving enough room for angry to slip through and check on you.

"You okay there, idiot?" Angry checked to make sure your bandages weren't torn or bled through, "he didn't catch you, did he?"

"No," yn looped her arms around souta's shoulders and nuzzled into his collar bone, "thank you, you're the best." yn let go before quickly pressing a quick kiss to the blue headed man's cheek and getting up to her feet. "Now," she pulled on the younger twin's hands and started following after their older brothers, "let's go before the others start making way up here, too."

"Yeah, whatever," Souta grunted, happy that yn wasn't looking at him as his scowl was accompanied by a deep red blush. 'Fucking hell,' the man thought to himself, 'calm down you stupid ogre heart.'

as the day went on, everything seemed normal and Draken seemed to have bought the whole 'scary movie' lie as he didn't ask anymore questions on it. yn was surrounded by people she loved and supported her with every rish she was willing to take, but she couldn't shake a feeling of guilt that piled in the bottom of her stomach. she couldn't tell if her guilt was lying to her big brother and going against his rules, or the fact that she didn't feel guilty or alarmed being in contact with a Bonten Executive; maybe she felt guily because she liked being in Ran's good graces, or maybe she felt guilty because she found herself craving more of him.

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I LOVE ur blog SO MUCH!!!

Thanku fr Writing amazing hcs!! Keep it up!!!

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(Kuroko no baske)

Thanku so much!! Lots of love xoxo

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Awwww!! Thank you!! I’m glad you enjoy and appreciate them ( ´ω` ). Went a little off the rails with this as I was feeling inspired and did full scenarios. I hope that’s ok!

GOM Boys + Sending their kids to school (prompt)

Akashi

“Why don’t you want to go to school?” Akashi asked, holding his son’s hand, as they arrived at the building.

His son, looking positively adorable in his little blazer & tie, looked up at him with big, bright, golden eyes before looking back down. “I don’t want to go.” He repeated quietly. “It’s scary.”

“Scary? How is it scary?” Akashi asked. “You were fine when we did the tour the other day. It’s just like that.”

“But you won’t be with me Papa.” He replied in a soft voice. Worrying his bottom lip and eyes starting to get very wet. “I’ll be all alone.”

Akashi sighed as his son began to sniffle and knelt down in front of him. “Stop crying. Akashi men don’t cry over things like this.” He pulled out his handkerchief to clean the few tears that had fallen. His son giving a small hiccup as he stopped crying. Then Akashi smiled at him. “You won’t be alone. You’ll have a whole room of classmates to keep you company. I was like you when I was little. I was scared I wouldn’t make any friends, or that the other students would hate me. But that didn’t happen. I made friends. I got to spend time with people outside of the house. Uncle Kuroko and Mama were all people I met at school. Don’t you want to make friends like that?”

His son beamed and nodded once before looping his arms around Akashi’s neck to hug him. They then finish walking into school and dropping him off at class. He then walked back to his car alone. Sliding into the back seat when the driver opened the door for him.

“Shall we head to the office now sir?”

“In a minute,” Akashi replied. Leaning back in his seat to rest his head back against the rich leather. A hand over his eyes. “Circle the block a few times. I don’t want to leave them alone just yet.”

Aomine

“Hn? You don’t want to go to school now?” Aomine asked as son stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Digging his heels in about not wanting to take one step further. “But you have to go to school.”

“No I don’t! And you can’t make me!” The mini-Aomine yelled back. His father sighed.

“Yes, you do. It’s the law and, I would know, I’m a cop.” He pointed his thumb to himself, wearing his uniform, as this was supposed to be a quick drop off before he went in for his shift. “Do you want me to arrest you on your first day of school?”

“You wouldn’t do that!” The little boy replied. All bravado like his father, before his shoulders sank and his bottom lip stuck out. “I don’t want to go. School is boring. And what if the kids are mean to me. I’d rather stay home with Daddy….”

Aomine sighed and rubbed the back of his head. He couldn’t really argue with the school being boring part. He hated school when he was a kid, but he had to go. “Listen, Daddy can’t stay home with you today because he has to go to work. And you can’t come to work with me because, if you do, we’ll catch all the bad guys and then what will I do for work the next day.” The mini-Aomine snickered.

Aomine then leaned down to get eye level with his son. “I’m sure the kids will be nice. There’s bound to be one good egg in the bunch. Maybe you can even find someone to play basketball with.” His son’s eyes sparkled at that. “But, if any kids are mean to you, you tell me and I’ll come back and arrest them.” He held out his handcuffs to make a point. “Sound good?”

His son giggled again and told him, “deal!” before they both walk into the school for drop off. Thankfully, no one at the school was arrested that day. School was his son’s new favorite place. At least for now anyway.

Kise

“Are you sure they have to go now? Maybe we could keep them home for another year??”

“Ryo….” His significant other warned as they got their daughter up to the school, each holding one of her hands, for drop off.

“Don’t worry Daddy! I’ll be fine!” The little girl chirped. Practically skipping the whole way there she was so excited.

“Really? Are you sure princess? Because, if you want to start school tomorrow, Daddy would be totally fine with that.”

“Ryouta!”

“No, that’s ok Daddy.” She replied with a big grin. “I want to go and make new friends! I’m excited to show everyone my new dress you got me.” His princess did a little modeling twirl they had practiced, and Kise’s heart broke into a thousand pieces only to be reformed instantly again with love. “I’m gonna go inside now. See you after school!”

“Do you want Daddy to walk you to your classroom?!”

“No!” His daughter called back. Unaware she had just stomped on her father’s newly reformed heart.

“They grow up so fast….”

“Honestly Ryouta.” His s/o said, shaking their head, as they offered him a tissue. “It’s the kids that are usually crying on the first day. Not the parents.”

Kuroko

“Sweetheart….you have to go to school.” Kuroko tried to reason with his daughter, who was holding her backpack and her breath until Kuroko ‘gave up’.

Of course, she couldn’t hold it that long in the end. Her lungs were very small.

She let out a gasp of air, quickly inhaling new breath into her lungs as fast as she could fill them, but still pouted. “Why can’t you be my teacher Papa?!”

“Because,” Kuroko reasoned, as if they haven’t been over this a hundred times, “you need to have someone else be your teacher. It’s not fair to have Papa be your teacher.”

“But it’s not fair that other kids have Papa for their teacher!” She argued back. “I don’t want to go if I can’t see Papa and have to share him….”

Kuroko sighed before offering them a smile. “We’ll still be at the same school. So I’ll see you at lunch time or on the playground. Ms. Himora is really nice too. You’ll like being in her class. I’ve told her all about you and she’s excited to see your drawings.”

His daughter perked up at that. Art and drawing being one of her passions.

She agreed to go, but only on the condition that she wanted to see this other teacher’s art supplies. Ms. Himora of course showed them to her, and let her color the whole afternoon. Kuroko tried not to seem irritated that by the end of the day his little girl was calling her her favorite teacher.

Midorima

“Do you have your notebook?” Midorima asked as he walked his son to school. “Pens? Paper? Pencil?”

“Yes Dad…” His son replied sullenly, walking beside the taller green haired man as they come up to the school. When he saw the brick building, however, he tightened the hold on his hand.

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

“Dad I….I don’t want to go to school.” Midorima gave a surprised ‘hn?’ in response, but his son just looked down. Fidgeting with his glasses. “What if….what if the teacher is scary? What if the other kids don’t like me? What if no one wants to play with me?” The young boy began to spiral and sniffling, thinking about all the things that could go wrong.

His father sighed and knelt down in front of him. “What do we always say?”

“Man proposes, God disposes.”

“Right.” Midorima replied. Not seeming phased by how his life’s motto sound so much less intimidating coming from such a cute, small voice. “We have to do our best to make sure things work out. We can’t worry about what could go wrong. That’s God’s job. We focus on the now.” He pulled a key chain out of his pocket and handed it to his son. “Take today’s lucky item with you. It’ll keep you safe.”

“But Dad! What about you?!”

“I’ll be alright. You just make sure you get to class on time and have a good day.”

His son came home later that afternoon to tell him all about the amazing day he had at his new school. His teacher was nice. His classmates really liked him. They even served his favorite in the cafeteria!

Midorima was happy for his son, and choose not to tell him that he had had the day from hell without his lucky item. From that day forward they each got their own.

Murasakibara

“Eh…? You don’t want to go to school?” Murasakibara looked at his daughter as she shook her head. Scuffing her new shoes on the sidewalk. “How come? You have to give me a good reason to skip your first day.”

“I…I don’t want to go…” She replied softly. His little girl incredibly shy. “What if the other kids make fun of me?” Murasakibara hummed a little. He supposed that was a good reason.

For better or worse, his children had inherited his height. It wasn’t so bad for her older brothers. Being tall was an admirable attribute for boys. For girls though…..well….it just made his angel that much bigger of a target.

“If the kids make fun of you, tell them your dad is even taller and he’ll stick them in a tree and leave them there if they make fun of you.” The little girl giggled, clearly picturing the image, but still didn’t seem convinced to go. Murasakibara knelt down so he wasn’t towering so much over her and patted her head. “School is important. You need to go so you can be smart like you Mom. Not a dumb dumb like your Dad.” He smoothed out her hair from ruffling it. It had taken them a while to get it right, and he didn’t want to ruin it. “But, I’ll be here when you get out today and we’ll go get ice cream as a reward. Our secret.”

His daughter beamed at the promise of ice cream and nodded eagerly. She then went off to school without any complaints. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree. You could get him to do anything for ice cream too.

[og-danny-dorito]

Twisted Wonderland : Some Pomfiore Headcanons

bitcH hhhh- I fucking HATE D*sney but these BOYS- I'm starting with Vil because uhhhh istanhim

{ Vil Schoenheit }

♛ Rich Blonde Bitch Energy™

♛ like that's not even an insult he literally looks like a mean girl and i cannot explain how happy that makes me

♛ cause like,,, there’s no way he’s NOT rich you know what i mean???

♛ like he’s literally a model and an actor by profession and has a fuckton of followers on MagiCam (5MIL exactly, i looked that shit up) not to mention i’m CONVINCED this thot has a youtube channel

♛ yes, it’s a makeup channel

♛ he does some other stuff like vlogs and story times where he talks about drama he heard in the hallways earlier that day and promotes his cosmetic brand because he likes that Coint

♛ he also gives tips for good makeup techniques and how to not fuck up your whole face for certain situations because he likes to flex his skills while also (and he probably wouldn’t admit it out loud) helping people get better at something he personally enjoys

♛ he is a part of the beauty commity as someone who both makes cosmetics and wears them regularly himself and makes a shitton of money from that because he’s pretty and knows that shit

♛ his subscribers/followers make memes of him making weird faces to get certain angles of his face like this and he highkey gets mad that they would sabatoge his good angles like that but says it in the most passive-aggressive way ever

♛ like they have a Q&A video or whatever and they send him something like this and he just looks at the camera and goes “I love your selfie, maybe try to look a little less crusty next time though. Maybe it’s the lighting?” and moves on like he didn’t just end their career, take all their money and snatch their wig with one sentence

♛ that means that his morning/evening routine is like, unfairly complicated. like HEINOUSLY complicated.

♛ he applies like 3 different moisturizers before actually putting his makeup on and because he grows some amount of facial hair be has to put color correctors down, and then he has to use this weird primer from like France or something-

♛ it's super complicated and takes him like an hour but he's the God of Self Care and beauty and if you ask him nicely he'll reccoment beauty products for you (albeit with some underlying insults here and there such as suggesting products for the acne you didn't say you wanted help with and so forth)

♛ also i’m convinced that he’s androgynous/gender fluid since he canonically presents as a man but uses feminine pronouns to refer to himself so like let’s make a petition to officiate that Vil Is Trans 2020

{ Rook Hunt }

♛ big art nerd right here

♛ like, as an art nerd myself you can usually TELL that someone is an art nerd too just by the way that they act and the Vibe they radiate, and this man screams “I will talk for hours about ‘The Last Supper’ and how i’m fairly certain that Leonardo DaVinci was gay”

♛ it’s also canon that his best subject is art and that he likes photography and stage play so like,,, not only is he an art nerd he’s a theatre nerd- ehem -i mean ✨thespian✨

♛ i don’t wanna go so far as to say that he’s one of those theatre kids that ONLY like musicals but like,,, he knows every score to “Phatom of the Opera” (listens to this shit religiously) and has like 5 Playbills for different plays sitting on a shelf that he takes care of religiously

♛ probably hums said musical scores to himself a lot while he’s doing things, mostly cleaning or cooking, to which the latter he does regularly

♛ you see there’s a certain way that he likes his food cause he’s a Picky Eater™ so he just makes a lot of it himself to satisfy his specifics

♛ it’s almost annoying because certain textures and flavors throw his whole food experience off

♛ he likes things that are easy to digest like soups or (his canonically favorite food) Liver Pâté and dislikes things that are too crunchy or hard to chew through like hard candy and fried foods

♛ like,,, not only is having to eat something hard gross cause he has to hear the sound of it in his skull but also because it makes him look sloppy when he eats it so he just avoids crunchy/crispy/overal messy foods altogether

♛ he’s a pretty decent cook even though he barely cooks for other people. the only time he really does cook for other people is when his house is doing a potluck or he has to go to an event where he needs to bring food and most of his share is gone within like 10 seconds because it’s so good

♛ don’t let him bake though. fist fighting god would be easier than helping rook bake and God Save You if you tell him he can’t do it because he WILL do it out of spite and seriously fuck up your kitchen

{ Epel Felmier }

♛ he’s,,, he’s baby

♛ no like fr tho he’s baby, i love him

♛ his whole complex of not feeling masculine enough seriously hits me hard too cause like same, and i feel like he probably does some of the things i did to make myself seem more masculine when i felt like i wasn’t

♛ he probably wears clothes a bit too large for him outside of his uniform, which always tends to make him look smaller than he actually is and kinda counteracts his efforts to look less like a doll

♛ like it genuinely bothers him when someone calls him “pretty” or “beautiful” cause he views it as him possessing more feminine qualities and being seen as more delicate and fragile than he’s supposed to be

♛ he doesn’t realize yet that he doesn’t need to be more physically masculine to still be considered just as manly as a 6’3” bodybuilder with big muscles and a beard, but he’s still 16 so i’m sure he’d pick it up eventually

♛ genuinely feels joy when someone tells him that he looks “handsome” or “very dominant and regal” tho since it gives him confidence and a sense of self-validation

♛ and, even though he’s not very good with words, he’ll try his best to give them a compliment back even though it comes out as a bit stuttered and meek since he’s not used to giving compliments like that

♛ he probably swears a lot though. dude is a quote unquote “brash country boy” who grew up in the middle of god knows where with what i’m assuming is a vast collection of old men to teach that cute little innocent boy how to say every cuss word in the book

♛ for real, his mouth is filthy and it catches most people off guard. in fact, when rook told him he looked a little bit like a porcelain doll at some point he high key looked him in the eye and went “fuck off” quietly enough so that only he could hear

♛ and no one believed him when he said that Epel, the sweetest and most fragile boy in the whole school, told him to fuck. right. off.

♛ needless to say epel made sure to do it more, albeit a little quietly cause he doesn’t wanna cross the line of being indecent

♛ Make Epel Feral 2020

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Sorting Daenerys Targaryen and Jorah Mormont with the sortinghatchats system (GoT verse)

I didn’t want to write this post before I finished my Killing Eve sortings (basically Carolyn and Konstantin), but I’m stuck with them, so I decided to revisit an old fandom instead with a new approach. My take here is possibly an outsider’s take, given that I haven’t interacted with this fandom for a while, save for a few close friends I made in it. Now, bear in mind this sorting system IS NOT the original HP system, it is simply based on it. It sorts you into two houses. Your primary is you WHY, your reason to be who you are, what you believe in. Your secondary is your HOW, the way you act and approach life. Below is a little tl;dr of what each of them are (I’m using the animal terminology that’s being used in many blogs, by the way. If you know the houses, you know what each animal is supposed to represent).

Lion primaries are intuitive and guided by their moral compass, which is very strong (doesn’t mean what they believe in is in fact good or correct) and Lion secondaries are the people who charge straight at something, regardless of whether they will come out of it unscathed or not.

Snake primaries value people. Not any person, their people. They will go to hell and earth for their people to be safe and happy, which can get kind of self destructive. Snake secondaries improvise much like Lion secondaries, but they tend to adapt to situation and shapeshift their way out of problems.

Bird primaries also value right and wrong like Lion primaries, but they build their systems with external information and observation, not from their gut feelings. That means Bird primaries change a lot with time, because their ‘rights’ and ‘wrongs’ change. Bird secondaries collect. Skills, tools, random knowledge, they delve deep and acquire as much of them as they can, not because things are useful, but because it’s fun.

Finally, Badger primaries are also people-persons, but their communities are much broader than a Snake primary’s. They value people, tradition, cultures and so (but not every Badger sees everyone as people, so there’s that). Badger secondaries are the hardworking types in the sense that they cultivate things, they invest in them and even become them.

You can develop models of each house according to what you find useful or what society has instilled in you, but when push come to shove, the models aren’t the real you. All of these houses can burn, meaning their essence is somehow scared away from them due to trauma, depression, societal pressures, etc. That means a Lion stops trusting their instincts, a Snake no longer feels like they’re able to protect their people or their people are better off without them, a Bird loses faith in their systems and a Badger closes themselves off from their communities and adopts a smaller circle of people. Burnt houses can look a lot like each other. For more info, check out the tags. 

Daenerys

Double Lion, no doubt (for most of the show). Dany knows what’s right, she feels it in her bones. She never tries to rationalise her decisions and she won’t usually budge, even if she is presented with a more rational plan. None of her advisors have really convinced her to do anything, they might have pushed her to do what they wanted, but if she had her way, Daenerys would only ever listen to her own heart. She needs people around her to help her not make impulsive, brash decisions(because of her Lion secondary that I will get into), but she definitely doesn’t need - and doesn’t want - a moral compass, hers works just fine. She was burned as hell in the first episodes of the first season, mostly because of Viserys’ horrible influence, because he had robbed her of a purpose, of her truth. Drogo also stifles her primary and secondary for a while, but he eventually gives her some space to be herself. When she unburns, she unburns fast. ‘Not a Queen, a Khaleesi’ is pretty much Day gong ‘yeah, I can do things my way, I can be my own person with my own values and my own self.’ I think from there on, her quest to liberate 1) take back the Iron Throne 2) liberate Slaver’s Bay and ‘Break the Wheel’ just show how much she is focused on a big quest that is not explained by reason, by her need to form a community or by the influence of someone in her life. She does it because that’s the Right Thing ™ to do, and that’s Lion primary in a nutshell. Another thing that points towards Lion primary to me is how she just won’t take criticism and specially betrayal well (not that anyone does, but Dany is particularly unforgiving most of the time). Lion primaries are particularly shaken when someone they admire doesn’t have the same moral standards as they do, because deep down they like to think they know what’s ‘good’ and ‘true’ (oops my Snake primary who doesn’t really get Lions is showing), so if you don’t follow them and their beliefs, you must be doing something wrong. This is why Dany is so fucking pissed at Jorah when she finds out he betrayed her. She is also devastated true, and she misses him, but her ideals and her ‘truth’ stop her from seeing things from his side ad from forgiving him until he has proven himself worthy. Her reaction to betrayals tie in to the fact that she is a MASSIVE Lion secondary. She headbutts her way into things and her liberal use of Dracarys is proof of that. That’s not to say she doesn’t think or plan or listen to her advisors, but when push comes to shove, homegirl ACTS. Fuck the consequences, I have three dragons, fucking try me. Don’t tell me that climbing on Drogon in the fighting pits and burning the Khals were calculated decisions. Burning the Lannister army wasn’t a calculated decision. She leaves the planning to the people around her. This is something I struggle with regarding Lions, but I have to admit they are much more prone to seizing opportunities that us Bird secondaries (because I do have a Snake model but it is utter shit). 

Now, in seasons 7 and 8, she starts burning again. She gets to Westeros, where people aren’t flocking to her side like they did in Essos. Daenerys lets herself be swayed by Jon’s pretty little speeches that sound very Lion, sound very true to Daenerys, but guess what? She is fucking betrayed by everyone. The people she loved are killed, her children are killed (and the whole ‘I will take what is mine’ thing indicates that she might have a Snaky primary model, after all, she does some things because of what she claimed as hers, be it people or the Throne), she is left absolutely alone, so she burns, she loses faith in herself, starts doubting her actions and her instincts and no one is there to help her unburn safely, so the way she does it is destructive, as it often is with Lion primaries who don’t have guidance in order to regain their trust  their instincts and their selves. To me, the KL incidence is her primary going ‘You fucking left me behind, you fuckers, now you are going to see that I was right and fuck the consequences’. Her primary takes a turn for the worse with the help of an impulsive secondary and she ends doing anything to reach her end goal, similar to Albus Dumbledore and his disregard for human life as long as Voldemort being defeated is concerned. 

Jorah

I have no doubts whatsoever that Jorah is a Snake primary. I know the fandom likes to sort him into Hufflepuff when using the traditional sorting system and while there’s no doubts he is a loyalist to the bone, Jorah’s loyalties are much narrower than a Badger primary’s would be. Before he meets Daenerys, he wants to go home and make up with his family, because they are the ones who matter. Not his reputation, not the North, not Bear Islad itself, the Mormont House. Before that still, he does literally anything to keep Lynesse happy, including doing things that are against the law. This utter devotion to certain people are what makes him a Snake primery to me, a paricularly self destructive one. He starts worrying about the fact that he berayed Daenerys when he ‘adopts’ her into his circles and more so when she goes from being in his outermost circles to being the one person his Snake primary is attached to. Daeerys is everything to Jorah. Does he persoally care about freeing slaves or generally following her morals? No, he does it because it is importat to her and he wants her to see he is worthy of her attention (I, another Snek, still don’t kow if I like Florence + The Machine so damn much because I liked a girl who was into FATM or if my Bird secondary saw her taste for FATM and went ‘OMG ME TOO LETS TALK ABOUT THAT’ and the primary just said ‘huh, that’s legit. We’ll worship her from now on’, so yeah, us Snakes do that. On a side note, I never worked up the courage to ask her out, though). That’s why he goes batshit when she banishes him. He doesn’t burn, which means his primary is so strong it wasn’t fazed by being ast out of her circles; no, he is hell bent on getting back into her good graces and if he has to sacrifice his life fr that, so be it. 

Now, when it comes to secondary, I’d say Jorah’s a Lion secondary too, even though he has a lot of models he picked up with time. Models are useful, models get you out of bad situations, but they’re not who you really are. Jorah wans to be a Bird secondary when he’s around Daenerys, he wants to be the careful planner who looks ahead and ensures she is successful and he also needs a Snake secondary model, because his life demands that he twists and turns himself to fit different situations, but deep inside he is a Lion. His most honest moments are the moments when he just does it, no thoughts head empty. Did he have a solid plans when he kidnapped Tyrion? Fuck no! Did he truly know what he was doing when he decided to fight in the pits? Fuck no! Did he think before he charged at the wights and saved Daenerys in Winterfell? Fuck no! His head was probably just going ‘my Daenerys is in danger let’s punch first and see what happens later’. He’s not like Littlefinger, who plans everything ad is so fast at analysing and changing plans he looks like a Snake. His models make him seem like the opposite of Dany, like a Bird to a Lion, brains while she is brawn, but when she is in danger, Jorah charges. 

What the Jorleesi shippers do is take Dany’s Lion primary that is so focused on a quest and show her that she can also include people in her big aspirations. The gut feeling that is so characteristic of Lions is already inside her, all she would need is to put it into words, which isn’t necessarily the strongest suits of many Lions (that’s a Bird thing). Since most of their dynamics inevitably lies on Jorah’s models regulating Dany’s secondary, there’s not much point in ‘taming her Lion’. Jorah stays the same. The fandom looooves his Snake/Lion, specially since us Snakes tend to be too hard on ourselves. A self-loathing Snake who is also a stupid brave Lion secondary? Yes. They are both stupid brave. Also just stupid. Just talk, you two, for fuck’s sake. Get over your Lion, Daenerys, and talk to him, his Snake won’t allow him to bother you too much. 

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Dragon Dancer Chapter 23: The Funfair

I had always wanted a convertible - a bright red, sporty little Mini Cooper convertible to be precise. I had dreams of zooming down the highway in my sunglasses and scarf, Jackie Kennedy style. 

I showed up in jean shorts and a cut off top. My hair was deep conditioned and braided. I was already happy just to have a reason to do my hair. So when Johann dropped the top on that red sports car he picked me up in, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

Turned out it was a Qiantu K50, a fully electric Chinese model I’d never heard of, and so exclusive no one couldn’t even get it in the US without a reservation. I knew he had fancy sneakers but - Goddamn!

Master List

Johann weaved in and out of slower traffic going way too fast, even merging at the last minute. The car had kick. He could cut someone off and be gone, the annoyed honk of the offended party coming far too late to make a difference. His expression never changed beyond a slight smile when the beat dropped on my favorite tune and I started dancing and singing the lyrics to him.

I was still dancing through the turnstiles, spinning in the main plaza of Six Flags Great America and demanding we take a selfie. I hadn’t been here since I was twelve.

“What do you want to do first?” He asked me. 

“I don’t know, Mr. VIP Tickets. How about everything and go from there? It’s not like we have to wait in line. What do you like to do?”

“The carousel.” He looked down at me with black eyes.

It was weird seeing him with the contacts. They were far more jarring to me than his golden pupils. I know why he did it. He didn’t want to walk around looking like he was straight out of Michael Jackson’s Thriller, but those were the eyes I was used to. Seeing him with normal human eyes was a startling reminder of how unusual his real eye color was.

“The carousel?!” I rolled my eyes and looked at the map.

“What’s wrong with the carousel?”

“Don’t you think it’s a little boring?”

He shrugged and I glanced up from the map.

“Nothing excites you much anymore does it, Dragonslayer?” He didn’t answer and I folded up the map. “Carousel it is!”

We started walking. “You never answered my question.” He said.

“What question?”

“What do you like to do?”

“Well, it doesn’t matter! It’s not like I’m a Star here! Just regular old me!” I giggled.

“What does Regular Old You like to do?” He wasn’t going to give in.

“Well, if you insist. I like bumper cars.”

Johann squinted, like this wasn’t what he expected. “Bumper cars?”

“Uh… what’s wrong with bumper cars?” I imitated his voice.

“Nothing.”

The last time I was here, Robbie and I spent a lot of precious time chasing each other in circles while I slammed into him. I could still hear my squeals when he slammed into me. I could see his smile, hear his laughter. 

I shook myself and jogged away. “Hurry up, slowbie!”

As soon as we got into the ride, I could feel my heart race. Nothing about this ride had changed.

“Which one?” Johann was looking at all the cars like he’d never seen this before.

“This one,” I said. “I’ll take the one over there!” I pointed all the way to the other side of the arena.

“Okay.” Johann stared with a perplexed look as I seemed to flee from him.

 I hopped into the cracking vinyl seat, giggling madly to myself and buckling up with the frayed looking belt. Another operator walked the crowd making sure we were all strapped in. I chewed my lip, preemptively pressing down the accelerator pedal.

 The operator shouted into the PA system. “Let’s get ready to RUMBLLLLLLLLE!”

My machine jolted to life like it was forty years old and could die any at minute. Sparks from the contact between the wheel at the end of the bar and the electrified ceiling sent that familiar burning smell in the air.

My eyes scanned the crowd for Johann who was driving about looking at me like he was so confused. I lost it in a fit of giggles. Let Carli show him how it was done!

I probably looked like the Wicked Witch of the West as I barreled for him slamming into his car. “Hey!” He said.

I brushed by and immediately wheeled the car around for a second go at him. “It’s called Bumper cars for a reason!”

“Ah!” I think something clicked in his mind, because he suddenly fixed his gaze on me in a way that made me want to flee. Like I had tagged him and he was it.

I had no idea what he was thinking, but if I had to wager a guess in his Cassell-addled brain this was some sort of training. I didn’t care.

We traded blows again and again. Another guy made the mistake of running into my car from behind. Johann was having none of this interference and accelerated into his car so hard the dude spun around to face the other direction!

As usual the joy was short lived. The ride ended abruptly.  “Awww!” I moaned. “These rides are never long enough…”

“Go again?” 

I met his challenging stare with one of my own. “Yeah!”

It took two more rides before I’d finally had my fill of pummeling my senior with a rickety old ride equipment. Johann had gotten the hang of things and was really hard to hit now. But it didn’t matter. So long as I got him good once. I was satisfied.

I forgot what it was like to smile this big and this much, to laugh this hard. If the day ended right there. I would have been happy. But it was just the beginning. 

By the time we got to the Carousel, the heat was already bearing down on the park. We both got a bowl of ice cream. Johann was content to people-watch on his horse while I bounced in the saddle to the music playing on the loudspeaker.

“Thanks for this.” I said, still in mid-groove.

“You’ve been working hard. Wouldn’t want you to get burnt out.” He replied.

“True.” So was this not about what happened between me and Caesar? I wondered. In case it wasn’t, I didn’t ask. “This is a vacation for you too, though.”

He shrugged. “I’m not particularly into theme parks.” 

“No?” My smile wilted. I stopped dancing. “Then… why did you invite me here?”

He must have realized he said the wrong thing. He wasn’t looking me in the eye any more. “I thought you might like it.”

“I do but… if you wanted something else… I would much rather do that. We could have literally done anything.”  I brightened.  “Hey… you like basketball. Why don’t we play the basketball game here?”

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to.” I interrupted.

He gave a little sigh. “Alright.”

I chewed my lip. This didn’t feel right. “Unless you don’t want to…”

“I … would rather do what makes you happy.”

I twined my fingers, lowering my eyes. “Well, someone told me that… I wasn’t being considerate of your feelings by making you my boyfriend. So… if you’re not happy doing these things… I would rather we not do them.”

My chest felt tight. “You don’t have to be my boyfriend. We can just be regular friends.”

His brow furrowed while he processed my words. “Are you… breaking up with me?”

I gave a little laugh that rapidly evaporated. “Well, if you don’t really want to be here... And this is just for that dumb star of Cassell thing then… yeah. You don’t have to be here.”

“It’s not for that. And… I’m sorry if I made it seem like I didn’t want...” He stopped, appearing confused for a moment. “It’s not like that.”

The Carousel slowed to a halt and people began to get off, but Johann and I remained frozen in place. “Then… what do you want to do?” I asked, a little quieter.

“Let me see the map.”

There was a picnic area behind the waterpark and that’s where we went. We sat down and my smile returned though his did not. 

I felt like I had ruined everything but I didn’t know what else to do. I just didn’t want to run this little show any more. “A penny for your thoughts?” I ventured, uncertain.

His response was immediate and emotionless. “I want to know who said that to you.”

“Caesar.” I chewed my lip.

He inhaled deeply through his nose and let it out slowly, something he only did when he got irritated. “You shouldn’t listen to him. He doesn’t understand that… sometimes not thinking about yourself might actually be an option.”

His expression was almost scolding as he looked at me. “At no point did I not want to do what I was doing, Meixiu. Not from the start until now.”

My lip stayed between my teeth.

“I think he was just trying to get under your skin. If he could get between us then, it would be much easier to get you on his side.” He huffed a little. “Ruthless.” He rested his elbows on the table, cracking his knuckles.

I wasn’t certain I bought that explanation, but if Caesar was really that manipulative, there was no telling if what I saw was the reality of things. “Oh… sorry…”

“Caesar is my rival for a reason. Be very careful with him.”

“Well, there’s not going to be an issue with that any more.” I said, sitting back, a smug smile on my face. “I banned him from talking to me until after Star of Cassell is over.”

“It’ll take more than that. But it is a start.” His smile returned a little more predatory this time.

“Why do I hear boss music?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He pulled out the map again.

“Don’t go easy on him.” I leaned forward on my arms. “Or I might have to get involved.”

He didn’t look up. “Can’t have that. You need focus on your studies.”

The rest of the day was much more pleasant. We did end up at the basketball game which he won handily, giving me a giant stuffed bear that I was happy to snuggle with for the rest of the afternoon. I took selfies with mascots. When we ran into a band marching down the street, I was happy to show him how well I could tootsie roll. The midsummer sun didn’t set until 9 pm which was just fine for us dragonbloods. 

Johann invited me to the Ferris wheel to watch the closing park fireworks. “You know, I always wondered why I had so much energy. It’s good to know!” I leaned out over the railing as we started to rise.

“Weird thing to wonder about.”

“Yeah well, once you get rejected by several families for it, then you start to wonder about a lot of things about yourself.” I turned to him, leaning back. “I’m super nice and polite and get along with everyone. But I didn’t have any friends. Couldn’t get adopted. It was … disheartening.”

“I know what you mean. The higher the dragon blood purity, the stronger the effect of Blood Cry. You had it worse than even I did. You were close to … your foster parents though.”

Blood Cry, that persistent feeling of loneliness and isolation hybrids felt just because they were hybrids. I covered it up with ballet, soaking in the applause and approval from teachers and audiences, but I never felt like anyone really knew me or cared at all besides Robbie and Mom. “Yeah it… makes me wonder if…” 

“If they were hybrids?”

I shrugged. “I don’t have any other explanation.”

“They spent a lot of time with you getting to know you. My father was hybrid but… I didn’t feel close to him.”

Was.  I took a deep breath and let it out. I could look out over the city and see everything. We were too far for me to see Comemnus Tower, but it must have been out there somewhere.

“Penny for your thoughts.” He’d actually placed a penny between us. 

I smiled and snatched it. Anything to keep me from thinking about that place. “I was just thinking that was how Caesar managed to get me.” I held it up. “When you’ve been rejected all your life, it’s hard to accept that someone might want to hang out with you for real.”

He jerked his chin at me. “How long did it take you to braid your hair like that?”

“Oh? Four hours? I have a lot of practice though.”

“Can I… touch it?” 

I giggled. “Sure.”

He reached over, slipping one braid through his fingers. “I didn’t realize it was so long…”

“They’re extensions!” I grinned.

“So it’s not your hair?” He looked at me with surprise.

I stuck my tongue out at him. “It is if I bought it!”

“Huh… interesting.”

As we rose up over the park, the noise from below grew fainter. I suddenly noticed music from the speakers in our car.

I see your true colors shining through…

We must have noticed at the same time. He let go of my braid and we turned away from each other to stare out opposite ends of the car.

“I listen to lectures when I braid it. So I don’t fall behind on studying. Don’t worry.” I blurted out.

“Oh uh… that’s good.”

That stupid music, putting thoughts in my head. He took me to the park to unwind. He was fine being my boyfriend for now but after this three month thing we were just going to be friends. Hopefully, by then, I could fend for myself.

“I think you were right. I was getting burnt out.” I turned back to him. “Now I can’t wait to go train again!” 

“Ah!” Johann looked immensely relieved. “Do you mind if I quiz you while we’re here?”

“Sure!” I clapped my hands excitedly. “This should have been the time we’d be video conferencing anyway!”

We spent the rest of the ride on his pop quiz, watching the fireworks. I was relaxed and happy and I felt he was too. He smiled every time I met his eyes.

We left the park right at closing, I shimmied and danced by weary parkgoers, running ahead of him and twirling. “I don’t even want to go home! What should we do next?”

He didn’t answer me so I jogged back next to him. “Johann, what should we do-”

Johann suddenly wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close, making me yelp. He held up his phone and I felt myself flush as he took a picture. 

He whispered in my ear. “We’re being followed.”

I looked into the camera, into the picture he just took. At specific points in the picture were pairs of eyes. 

Crimson eyes.

My blood ran cold. 

“Hydra!”

[far-off-flower-fields]

Weird Questions that say a lot

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Teacups!

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? Lollipops

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? Cotton candy

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? We call elementary school primary school. It depended which teachers you asked, my favourites always said I was “conscientious, kind, and a pleasure to have in class”.

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Glass cups or bottles.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? I have like 4 looks, pastel, boho, and goth/witchy/grunge, also vintage-inspired which wasn’t mentioned but I love it.

7. earbuds or headphones? Depends on the shape, I love my Razr headset because it doesn’t squash my ears, and I like galaxy bud shaped earbuds, the ones with the little rubber doo-dads that fit actually in your ear. Apple or a lot of older flat earbuds cause me a lot of pain.

8. movies or tv shows? TV shows. Movies are getting longer and longer and my focus is getting shorter and shorter

9. favorite smell in the summer? Rainy days!

10. game you were best at in p.e.? The game of queue-ducking (where you go to the back of the queue to avoid your turn), or dance, or the less strength intensive parts of gymnastics. Or crying, always been great at that xD

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? Muesli, or nothing.

12. name of your favorite playlist? I prefer to listen to full albums rather than playlists, but I have a few favourites on Spotify. Born to Run 150BPM, Infinite Indie Folk, Irish Folk: Jigs and Reels, All Out 80s/90s/00s. I also love scene/pop-punk playlists.

13. lanyard or key ring? Key Ring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? Message Hearts (or anything with that texture), the red pack of starbursts (the UK version is vegan). Does Turkish Delight count because if so then that is my fave. I also like gummies if they’re vegan.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? To Kill a Mockingbird (high school), or The Bloody Chamber (uni), or Hamlet (uni)

16. most comfortable position to sit in? One foot under me, the other foot out to the other side, but both in the same position (if the surface is flat), or knees up.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? I own a lot of shoes so there isn’t really a single pair I wear the most. Recently my Air Force 1s, I’m trying to wear them in because the previous owner didn’t so the cause blisters.

18. ideal weather? Cold, overcast, rainy, still. Or without the rain. or snow (as long as I’m not going in the car and I can go crunch my shoes in it xD

19. sleeping position? Either side, but my body is kinda rotated towards the bed so it’s like half way between on my stomach and on my side. 

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? Notebooks

21. obsession from childhood? Animals, dinosaurs, goddesses, magic, crystals, neopets, sims. I still love all of these things, I am a rotating door of obsessions, usually a bunch of the same obsessions on repeat.

22. role model? I don’t have one particular role model, I do have tons of people that I love and respect.

23. strange habits? I have so many strange habits that I have become one myself. Nothing actually stands out though because 99% of it is because of my brain.

24. favorite crystal? rose quartz or moonstone.

25. first song you remember hearing? Maybe Dancing Queen by ABBA, definitely the first I remember dancing to, but my dad loves music so I grew up with a constant stream of it.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? Suffer xD when I’m able to do so comfortably I’d love to go out looking for pretty stones, and nice sticks with my fiance, also would like to go on picnics with him, or a friend if I had one.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? Baking, drawing, crafts, standing in the rain. Everything.

28. five songs to describe you? 6/10 - Dodie Robert Frost - Mal Blum Caught in the Middle - Paramore Side Effects - Jade Bird Snitches Get Stitches - Onsind  Bonus track: The Seed - Aurora I wish I still had the playlist I made of songs I relate to, several of these were on it though.

29. best way to bond with you? Oversharing, or telling me about things you’re into.

30. places that you find sacred? Nature. My favourite spots are little creeks/rivers in wooded areas, but just like, all of it is special and should be treated as such. Also bedrooms.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? I think maybe I’m not gutsy or whatever enough, but also unpredictable. I wear whatever I like, and I’m just as likely to cry in all of them as I am to accidentally get in a fight.

32. top favorite vines? I feel so basic because I never really did the vine thing.  There was one that nearly killed me because I literally started to choke that was in some kind of office and the bit like can you run this past me again, and they just fucking legged it past them holding a folder up, Saw it once, never saw it again. Road work ahead. Why you can’t lift a house (might be a tok?) Brass dad and oven kid Look at this graaaaph Never learned how to read I can’t sit I have hemorrhoids The one with the people in blankets bobbing the nana nanana song Fr esh avo ca do Look at all these chickens

33. most used phrase in your phone? I love you - if I had to guess

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? right now, nothing. I often get the old Super Liquor jingle lodged in there though.

35. average time you fall asleep? 6am?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Charlie the unicorn or that one Noodles video by Cyanide and Happiness. Are those even memes?

37. suitcase or duffel bag? Depends. I mostly use a bag though since I never go anywhere for long.

38. lemonade or tea? Tea? Usually if you ask for lemonade here you get Sprite which is not lemonade.

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? I had a vegan lemon meringue pie once, so good. Cake is easier to make though, and I can eat more in one sitting without getting sick xD

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? Um, the principal in my last year of school got caught for being a peeping tom a few years after I left.

41. last person you texted? My Fiance.

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? Jacket pockets

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Depends on the rest of the outfit and the weather. I wear Jean jackets most though.

44. favorite scent for soap? I love lavender, or vanilla/candy/fruity/baked goods type scents. I still have a bottle of Sugar Fairy spray from lush from a year ago and I love the smell of that.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy I think.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Nekkid?

47. favorite type of cheese? As a kid it was feta. Now I only eat vegan cheese. I was never a huge cheese fan tbh.

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? Rotten xD um probably a cranberry or something because I’m small, and I’m not a fan of cranberry.

49. what saying or quote do you live by? An it harm none do what you will. Or treat others as you wish to be treated.

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? Probably one of the vines I listed above, either “run it past” or “can’t lift a house” because both of those resulted in crying and choking.

51. current stresses? My cat has been throwing up and having diarrhoea the past week or so, she’s been to the vet, it got better for a bit, but tonight suddenly got worse. Living with my parents who I have a very toxic relationship with. Living in a single very overfilled room. Trying to not spend money so that I can save up to move next year. Nightmares about my trauma. Either the house is haunted or there’s a build up of negative energy (probably that).

52. favorite font? I always liked the look of all of the script style fonts (freestyle, french, lucida, lucida calligraphy, Edwardian, Palace) but they’re not accessible so for anything people will actually see (which is literally nothing) I always go with arial.

53. what is the current state of your hands? Slight rash on one finger because I’m sensitive to what is in a lot of hand washing products apparently (never an issue until the pandemic), one broken finger nail that is a bit shorter than the rest. Not painted nails because energy. I always wear my engagement ring, usually I wear several other rings but with how my skin is being I thought I’d better not for a while.

54. what did you learn from your first job? Bakeries are hell, my circadian rhythm will not adjust to anything besides its natural state for longer than a couple of days at a time no matter how long or hard I try. I can absolutely fall asleep standing up.

55. favorite fairy tale? Ugly Duckling

56. favorite tradition? I don’t have anyway... Yet? Hopefully when I move this can become a thing.

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? I’m interpretting overcome loosely here, meaning “I have not died from this” - Suicide of my first love - Bullying - 3 different jobs that all nearly killed me

58. four talents you’re proud of having? Literally can’t think of one. I’m not talented. I’m passable at a couple of things, but I worked for those things and I’m still not good enough for anyone to confuse me for being talented xD Those things I care about that I’ve worked on a lot are singing, art, languages, crafts? I still struggled to come up with 4. My bad.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Aw jeez xD

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? Magical Girl! This is an easy one, give me the powers and the clothes yessss.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? Literally sitting here drawing a blank, so instead of favourite here is the first one that came into my head “eyes are the genitals of the head” (may have that wrong, I’m watching the Office for the first time rn)

62. seven characters you relate to? Clementine from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Amelie from Amelie Matilda from Matilda Quasimodo from the Hunchback of Notredame (also my favourite plush as a kid) Iris - The Holiday Jess - New Girl Amelia Shepherd - Grey’s Anatomy Struggled with this because suddenly I drew a blank and also couldn’t remember who my Fiance was talking about every time he’s watched a character and said “that’s you” repeatedly.

63. five songs that would play in your club? Starlight - Superman Lovers Pump It - Black Eyed Peas I Bet that You Look Good on the Dancefloor - Arctic Monkeys All the Things She Said - tATu Doctor Jones - Aqua Bonus: Push Up - Freestylers These are ones  I have memories of dancing to when I was younger so that’s how I picked, but I’d absolutely be a themed night club with different music on different nights.

64. favorite website from your childhood? Neopets, which I still play daily. The first I played was MaMaMedia, then Bubblegum Club.

65. any permanent scars? That’s a SORE subject heh get it heh

66. favorite flower(s)? Lavender, rose, peony

67. good luck charms? I usually carry gemstones if I’m needing to be particularly lucky, or sigils.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? I hate anything spicy. I had rootbeer candy that tasted like literal dirt. I can’t eat banana stuff without gagging and getting a headache. I hate anything that is artificial blackberry or blackcurrant, tastes like shitty cough syrup.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? Sea Monkeys breathe through their feet, but I remember where I learned that.

70. left or right handed? right

71. least favorite pattern? depends entirely on the colours, I like patterns. but certain stripes do make my eyes feel funny.

72. worst subject? If PE counts, then that. If not, math.

73. favorite weird flavor combo? I love pineapple on pizza but that’s not weird. Iused to eat cheese and jam sandwiches as a kid though.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? I operate on how long it has lasted instead of how bad it is, essentially I get so desperate so I’ll try it even though it probably won’t help. I have the resistance of a rhino to most meds.

75. when did you lose your first tooth? No idea, like 4 I think? I did keep them in a weird little box for no reason though because they never got taken away from under my pillow.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? I’m a fan of a good mash if it has lots of flavour (like gravy). Otherwise, crisps or fries.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? I grew a radish once! Something cat safe though these days, also maybe something heavy, and hard to knock over?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Grocery Store sushi, if it’s just veg.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? My only ID is my passport, and it is BAD.

80. earth tones or jewel tones? Both.

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? Fireflies (ten million of them to be precise)

82. pc or console? Grew up with PC. Now play my switch mostly.

83. writing or drawing? Both. Wrote more as a kid, draw more now.

84. podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts.

84. barbie or polly pocket? Both. But I prefered pollies as a kid

85. fairy tales or mythology? mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes? cupcakes

87. your greatest fear? Based on my nightmares, stairs.

88. your greatest wish? To live in a comfy house, in the country, with my Fiance, I have travelled the world, we have pets, I can function, we are free.

89. who would you put before everyone else? My Fiance and out animals.

90. luckiest mistake? Can’t think of any, most of my mistakes have been more like bad choices, also never turned out well for me.

91. boxes or bags? Depends what it’s for?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? lamps, or fairy lights. Unless I’m particularly anxious, then overheads.

93. nicknames? None.

94. favorite season? Winter

95. favorite app on your phone? LINE, it has my fiance, and animated stickers.

96. desktop background? Little Twin Stars

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? My own.

I never get asks and needed to distract myself so I’m going to just answer these anyway, like a survey or something. Original post by tr33-g1rl 

[harrysscheshirecat]

Kiss

JustFriends! Harry has a movie night with mates that ends with a sweet drunken kiss. (fluff) 2.9k

Harry knocked on the door.

“Come in!” 

He entered the warm flat and shrugged his coat off to leave it hanging on the rack in the hall. He also toed his boots off before going in search of his host, “Where are you?”

“Kitchen!” Harry followed her voice further into the flat. He arrived in the doorway just in time to see her pop up from behind the island with a bowl. She looked comfy. In leggings, a vest, and and an oversized cardigan that couldn’t seem to stay on her shoulders. A smile overtook her features when she saw him, “Hey!” They exchanged all the normal pleasantries with a hug. Then Harry offered his help, which Lenin was having none of. “Go make yourself comfortable. Pour yourself a glass of wine.” she instructed, shooing him into the other room, “I’ll be right there.” 

He would’ve insisted if there was any more to do, but with her pulling the freshly popped bag of popcorn from the microwave, it looked like she had it sorted. “Sure there’s nothing I can do?” Harry wandered into the family room.

“Pull the movie menu up, maybe?” Lenin called out from the kitchen.

The telly was already on with the DVD previews playing. Harry grabbed the remote and sat down in the middle of the couch whilst searching for the menu button. He loaded the title screen with enough time to pour himself that glass of wine; taking note of the other two half-full glasses, and kick his feet up, making himself comfortable as previously instructed. 

Lenin scampered out of the kitchen with snack in hand. She sat herself with crossed legs at his side. Ashley came bounding down the hall soon after, blanket wrapped around her shoulders like a cape. She seated herself on the other side of Harry and promptly laid her long legs out across his lap as her greeting. Harry usually didn’t mind such gestures but it seemed a dangerous liberty to allow someone like Ashley, a slippery slope. But he didn’t want to make anything weird so he said nothing of it. 

He started the movie. It was recent but rolled through some of the credits before it began like the classics used to. The mischievous model to his left made a few small shifts that could be played off as settling in. Though it wasn’t long before there was a pretty steady movement in Harry’s lap. Ashley was slowly rubbing her feet together against his thighs, brushing over his cock every so often. He was only human. Enough friction in that area would make any red-blooded man excited. “Stop. Wiggling.” he warned, grabbing ahold of her feet through the blanket draped over them. 

“Sorry,” Her Cheshire grin gave her away. She wasn’t sorry at all. “A.D.H.D.” Bollox. The only thing that was hyperactive was her libido. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. 

“She’s like a child,” Lenin leaned over to explain, “just ignore her and she’ll leave you alone eventually.” But she didn’t feel the way Ashley moved her ‘restless’ feet in his lap. Trying to get a (literal) rise out of him, he reckoned. It was like sitting between a bloody angel and a demon. 

“Hey!” Ashley feigned outrage. “Rude.” The blonde used the opportunity to start her troublesome wiggling again. Harry exchanged a sharp look with her. He wasn’t sure what she was playing at, in front of Lenin like that.

“But true.” Lenin pushed at her friends’ feet, the move somewhat vindicating Harry. He leant forward to discard the remote and moved Ashleys’ feet with him, letting them conveniently fall off his lap as he reached a little further than he needed to. When he leaned back, Lenin handed the bowl of popcorn to him to place on his lap. Hopefully Ashley got the hint. Lenin eventually slipped further into Harry’s side. He tucked her small form under his arm and reverted his attention back to the screen, far more comfortable than before.

He hadn’t even asked what they were watching. He didn’t care, really. He was just happy to spend the night in with mates. It was some dark drama about a street gang in the 1920’s. A smoky Jazz club and Tommy guns making for a shocking introduction to the film. 

“You worked with him, right?” Ashley tipped her drink towards the screen, towards whom Harry deduced was the main fella. A tall gent in a finely tailored three piece suit. 

“Mhmm.” Lenin didn’t elaborate, but Harry didn’t miss the way she brought up her glass of wine to hide the smile produced at the mention of that guy.

More of the movie played, with the firefight spilling out onto the street. “Isn’t he…you liked him!” Ashley shrieked when there was a close up. That was enough to pique Harry’s interest, like it wasn’t already. He was a striking lad. With deep blue eyes that captivated even Harry and a bone structure that belonged on the glossy pages of some high fashion magazine. Lenin was conveniently finishing her long sip of wine in that moment. 

She shook her head, “He has a lovely wife, and children.”

Alexis rolled her eyes, “I didn’t ask if you were marrying the guy.” She watched the actor in question on screen, and snapped her fingers as she recalled, “Jazz hands!” 

“Jazz hands?” Harry peaked down at Len. He had to know the origin of that nickname. He was paying more attention to the girls than the movie at that point, sipping on his wine as he did so. 

“They did a movie together, her first, and he took Lenin out-” Ashley continued. Lucky bloke.

“He takes all of his co-stars out. It’s a good way to start a shoot.” Lenin tried to reason. 

“It was just the two of you that time, no?” Ashley was quick to point out. It was like watching a tennis match with all the back and forth they had. “So she comes home that night all goo-goo eyed over this guy. ‘he’s so handsome, he’s so smart, he’s so funny!’ Ashley teased, clasping her hands together and batting her eyelashes. 

Lenin sunk deeper into Harry’s side. “See if I tell you anything again.” she grumbled. Harry was sure to give her a reassuring little squeeze. 

“Anyway, “ Ashley continued, “Jazz was one of this guys’ big influences, he played the jazz guitar in a Jazz band. Now in a movie about Jazz.” she pointed towards the screen, her drink sloshing around dangerously in her cup. He was impressed she had somehow managed to keep it all in the glass thus far. “And you know what they say about musicians.”

“What do they say?” Harry dared to ask. He knew he was only encouraging bad behavior. 

“They’re good with their hands.” Ashley knowingly implied, with a smile. Harry didn't miss the pointed stare at his own hands either. “The dexterity from all those instruments.” The blonde wiggled her fingers. Surely she was someone’s dream girl. With so many double entendres it made his head spin.  

“For the record, I never used the moniker.” Lenin chimed in, trying to distance herself from the nickname. and Ashleys’ dubious definition.

“But never disputed it either.” Ashley countered, tipping her wine glass towards her friend. 

He could also sense Lenin’s discomfort. He figured they had teased her long enough, “So what’s this movie about?” he interjected. The girls settled again, with Ashley momentarily satiated with her glass of merlot. 

Lenin whispered a thank you for the distraction. 

“‘ course.” Harry held off for as long as he could, but that didn’t end up being very long, just long enough for Ashley to loose interest in the period piece and divert her attention to her mobile. “So…you like musicians, aye?” he extended the arm that was wrapped around her to show off his hand. He had never been so proud of his long fingers and wide palms. It was stupid and juvenile. But so was he, sometimes. 

Her eyes widened with an innocence that never got old. “Stop it,” she scolded with a light slap to the chest before pointedly turned her attention back to the movie.

“Kidding…” he murmured, pulling her back to him.

Ashley left some time ago. Had some club opening to go to. She invited them, tried admirably to talk them into it. But Harry was all set for a night in, and it seemed Lenin felt the same. Harry would take the washing up with Lenin over clubbing any day of the week. They had a nice system going. Harry washed the popcorn bowl before handing it off to Lenin. She sat on the counter beside the sink and proceeded to towel dry the bowl. “So, did you really fancy that actor fella?” he cringed internally when he heard how bothered he sounded, failing spectacularly to hide his unwarranted jealousy. 

“I did quite like him.” she admitted thoughtfully with a beautiful blush growing, placing the clean bowl to the side. “A crush, I suppose.” she offered, “All innocent, of course. Because- married.” Harry smiled as he listened and started on the wine glasses, “He was kind to me. He treated me like a peer, not just ‘that rockstars’ kid’ or ‘that Actress’ daughter’.” He could hear the fondness she still felt for him, “And when we worked together…” Harry watched Lenin in his peripheral play with the drying towel in her lap while she mused, “I was so nervous. He must’ve picked up on that, went to the director, and within 10 minutes, the set was almost entirely cleared. He told me what a closed set was and to have my managers have them written into any future contracts. He was very helpful. And sweet.” It was endearing, really. Like listening to his girl friends in secondary school gush of a crush on a teacher. 

He handed her the glass. “You sound positively smitten.” Again with the jealous tone, despite his best efforts to keep it light. Thankfully, the slightly intoxicated Lenin didn’t seem to pick up on it. He busied himself with the second glass.

“Not hard to do.” Lenin responded, drying the glass. “If you’re my friend it means I already like you. Doesn’t take much more for me to become smitten.” she thought out loud, finishing the glass and setting it aside. She normally wasn’t so revealing. It was nice to see her less inhibited. She was cheekier as well, sharing increasingly flirty touches all night. Harry certainly didn’t mind that. “I fall in love with my friends every day.” Lenin smiled shyly and absentmindedly wrung the towel in her lap, “A personality flaw.” she laughed.

“Nothing flawed about it.” Harry insisted, paying little attention to the third glass. He understood. Friends were easy to love, as you already did in some regard or another. Harry was often guilty of turning to friends for comfort. It was easy, and he knew he could trust them. “So does that mean you’ve ever fallen for me?” His cheeky side got the better of him and he had to ask. “As a friend.” he handed the last glass off to her and turned the tap off.

“Sure.” But there was no further explanation. She dried the glass, set it aside, and reached for the half-empty wine bottle discarded behind her. Lenin placed it between her thighs and proceeded to struggle with the wine cork. Harry tugged the towel away from her to wipe his hands dry, a little dumbfounded, while the poor buzzed girl continued to inadvertently wedge the cork further into the neck of the bottle, adorable pout and all. 

“No…” She was messing with him now, surely. Getting him back for earlier in the evening. “You didn’t.”  He stepped in front of her and tossed the towel back into her lap, gesturing for her to hand the bottle over, “Here.” Lenin handed the bottle over, then reached back for the glass they just cleaned and held it up to her chest, waiting. Harry had the thing open and was pouring her a generous glass within the minute.

“Thank you, kind sir.” she raised the glass to him before nursing the red. “I used to have such a crush on you.” she continued without prompting.

Harry took the glass in one hand for a swig of his own and leaned over Lenin to put the bottle away at the same time. He could feel her gaze, so close, penetrating him. She extended an arm and brushed his hair back. She gave a slight tug at the end that had Harry’s toes curling in his socks and he couldn’t figure out if she just got her fingers caught, or if she was playing. Either way, she was going to drive him mad like that. 

What were they talking about again? Harry waded through his increasingly clouded mind to find a coherent thought for the conversation at hand. “You ‘used’ to fancy me.” he reiterated her specific choice of words. Lenin held the full glass out to Harry to offer him some. He took the glass and a swig. “Am I that bad now?” Harry handed the drink back. They got a wee bit closer when the glass was exchanged.

Lenin smiled ruefully, “Everyone ‘fancies’ you.” 

“Ah, the jealous type.” he ribbed.

Lenin shook her head again, “Do you remember those first few months, where were just kept running into each other in LA?” He did. It seemed every week, almost. He always saw it as sort of serendipitous. “I was…so into you.” she shook her head like she was trying to shake the idea out entirely, all with a sheepish smile. She would never be so candid sober. “And every time there seemed to be yet another girl with you.” She pushed the wine off to him, “straight off whatever lingerie fashion show runway they wandered off from.” He didn’t realize she was paying such close attention to his dating history.

He took a swig and tried to think of how to explain. He wanted no misconceptions, to tell her he hadn’t slept with all of them, but that was a sorry defense. Especially considering how many of them he actually did bed. “Let me take you out.” He couldn’t be faulted for his dating history prior to her. Everyone had a past. And he knew if she allowed him to properly take her out, he’d win her over. Or at least he sincerely hoped. The glass exchanged hands once more.

“What about the models?” Lenin feigned a gasp, before finishing the wine. Harry didn't much mind her jealous streak. 

“I only see them because you won’t have me.” H countered without missing a beat. 

There was a long silence before Lenin broke it with a light, tight laugh, her nervous laugh. “Oh, hush,” she underhandedly grabbed the thick material of his jumper and pulled him into her. Harry shuffled closer and Len’s mouth found his. Her supple lips ghosted over his, back and forth, teasing him before she finally took pity on him and let their lips meet fully. She tasted exactly how he imagined she would. Warm, and still sweet from the wine. 

It was all so innocent. With one peck quickly followed by another. His mouth opened for her when her tongue swept over his upper lip. Her little fists kept a tight grip on either side of his jumper kept the space between them nonexistent. She wasn’t fighting fair. He still wanted an answer. But the conversation was all but forgotten with just a slight shift of her hips into him. She felt so good agains him, her taut body inviting him to explore more. But it was never far from his mind, even slightly buzzed, why it was all so innocent. Because she was so innocent. He reckoned, unlike her minx of a mate earlier, she really had no idea what she was doing to him.

She was his mate. Someone Harry had grown to like to share his day with, and liked to tell important things to. That was far more important than what his cock wanted right now. “I should go, Len.” He selfishly hoped she would ask him to stay. 

Lenin pouted and let out the tiniest moan that almost broke his resolve right there. “I’ll walk you to the door.” she said, hopping off the counter. Harry’s hands instinctively went to her waist to keep the tipsy girl steady. Lenin slipped out of his reach just as quickly. 

The short walk down the hall was quiet. Harry’s fists clenched and unclenched with every step, actively resisting the strongest urge to reach out for her hand. But he knew he wouldn’t stop there. Fingers laced together would undoubtably lead to a goodbye kiss. However well intentioned it was, it seemed entirely counter-productive to him leaving, so he kept his hands to his sides.

“Tonight was fun.” Lenin commented when they reached the door.

“Yeah. It was.” he agreed, sliding his trainers on, then his coat.

“Text when you’re home safe, yeah?” her kind words caused a fondness to bloom for her that made it all the harder to walk away from. 

Harry nodded, “yeah, ‘course.” and risked that goodnight kiss after some more careful deliberation. It wasn’t as quick as the others that came before it. They both lingered, because they knew what came after.  And when it did end, it didn’t really. With her plump lips lightly grazing back and forth across his, just like how she started the kiss, before she finally, slowly pulled away. 

“Goodnight, Harry.” He couldn’t take his eyes of her lips. The way she sucked her bottom lip in. He couldn’t help but wonder if she felt the same tingle after that kiss that he was left with.

“Night, love.” Harry opened the door and forced himself through. The brisk air hit him like a cold shower. It was a shock to the system, and probably exactly what he needed in that moment.

[gellavonhamster]

terpsichore

explicit || Bertrand Baudelaire/Beatrice Baudelaire/Lemony Snicket || pre-canon

ao3 link || originally posted in Russian

“As to Remarque, I believe that All Quiet on the Western Front is overrated. The same could be said of Three Comrades,” Lemony argues as he unbuttons his shirt. “A classic case of everyone being familiar only with the books made popular by their screen adaptations. Spark of Life, for instance, deserves much more appreciation. So does Heaven Has No Favorites.”  

“Hmm. I share your opinion on Spark of Life,” Bertrand hangs his sweater on the back of the chair, sits down on the edge of the bed, and starts undoing his wristwatch. “But Heaven Has No Favorites… no, can’t agree. I found it rather superficial.”

“I wouldn’t have pegged you as one of those who consider any book centered on a love story superficial.”

“Please don’t put words into my mouth. I never said that,” Bertrand puts the wristwatch on the nightstand, under a pot-bellied table lamp with a motley shade, and turns to face Lemony again. Lemony is fighting the buttons on the cuffs of his shirt, and it appears they’re winning this battle so far. “It’s just that it looks a great deal weaker when compared to his war novels. If it had been his only book I’ve read, I might have well thought of it differently. Need some help?”

“Be so kind,” Lemony extends his hands to him, and Bertrand unbuttons first the left cuff, then the right one. “Still, you have to agree that the problem of denying the inevitable or resigning yourself to it…”

“Snicket, why are we talking about literature when we’re about to have sex?”

“Well,” it looks like Lemony isn’t embarrassed or bewildered by this question in the slightest, “because Beatrice asked us not to start without her and I thought that while waiting for her, we could revisit our yesterday’s discussion?”

“If you’re not going to start without Beatrice, what are you doing with my belt?”

“Helping you unbuckle it, like you just helped me with the buttons,” Lemony replies, his face perfectly honest. “But I can stop if you don’t want me to.”

Bertrand catches his hand and presses it back to his belt buckle. Perhaps a little lower. Perhaps, not to the buckle.

“Go ahead,” he allows.

Beatrice lives at the attic floor of a house situated on one of the busiest streets in the city, but today it’s surprisingly quiet here. No noise of cars or tipsy passers-by coming from outside, just the sounds of the house itself: the ticking of the clock, the creaking of the bed, his and Lemony’s breathing, Beatrice’s heels clicking in the living room. It is as though this apartment has suddenly wound up outside of time and space, and it shall always be late evening here, an early spring outside the window, and just the three of them and no one else. A sanctuary, Bertrand thinks, running his fingers through Lemony’s soft hair as Lemony kisses his neck, each time near the spot he’s planted the previous kiss at, like applying brush strokes to the canvas. A parallel dimension that strangers cannot enter. He doesn’t know how to express this feeling of blessed detachment from the world, and he isn’t sure it has to be spoken about.        

“Why is she wearing heels at home,” he whispers instead, and Lemony’s quiet laughter tickles his skin.

“Because, my good sir, in my own house I can wear whatever, even a diving suit.”

Beatrice is standing in the doorway, her arm resting on the doorpost. Lemony rolls off Bertrand clumsily, and both of them reclined on the bed, they watch her twirl in front of them like in front of the mirror, providing them with an opportunity to get a good look at her outfit.  

“How do I look?” Beatrice inquires. She seems so pleased with herself, there’s something touching about it. Bertrand smiles.

“Gorgeous,” he says, and immediately after him Lemony pronounces:

“Ravishing.”

Beatrice is wearing a flippy scarlet dress, black stockings, and high-heeled shoes with ankle straps – a highly convenient model for those who have to hide a certain tattoo from curious eyes. Her dark locks are shining in the dim light of the chandelier and falling on her shoulders that are covered with a silvery shawl. Bertrand hasn’t seen any of the things she’s wearing before, except perhaps for the stockings and – certainly – for the pearl necklace he and Lemony gave her for her last birthday as a present from them both.    

“Are we going somewhere?” Bertrand asks, trying not to sound disappointed. Beatrice looks gorgeous indeed, but after the supper, when she pulled them both close, and with an inscrutable smile ordered them to wait for her in the bedroom, he imagined the rest of the evening somewhat differently.  

Beatrice’s face breaks into a smile just as inscrutable as earlier:

“Esmé and I did some shopping today…”

Lemony, who cannot stand Esmé, and knows the feeling is mutual, lets out an anguished sigh.  

“…and I decided I have to show you everything I’ve bought,” Beatrice either doesn’t notice his reaction or pretends not to notice. “Everything at once,” with that, she turns around and disappears in the living room again. Bertrand’s instant conclusion is that she’s forgotten to grab some other today’s purchase, but it turns out that apparently she went to put on a record, because the silence of the apartment is suddenly ripped by the sounds of saxophone. Etta James, Bertrand observes automatically.  

Beatrice appears in the doorway again and makes her way towards them, swaying her hips.

“So what…” Bertrand starts, and immediately gets hit in the face with the balled-up silvery shawl. He looks up in confusion – and meets Beatrice’s eyes as she begins to lift her skirt slowly, smiling with abandon and continuing to move in sync with the music.  

“Now I see,” Bertrand says, and shifts his gaze to Lemony, who is watching Beatrice spellbound and longing and doesn’t seem the least bit surprised. “So does it happen often?”

“Occasionally,” Lemony responds, not looking at him, and Bertrand cannot help but feel a pang of… jealousy? Not of him but of everything these two have already had before him and will probably have after him. Sometimes it crosses his mind that their strange union that came into existence this winter is something fleeting, that he, in contrast to Beatrice and Lemony and their love, is something fleeting himself, because so far everything in his life has been fleeting, and that must have left its mark on him. These are destructive, pestilent, suffocating thoughts – so is Lemony’s ill-concealed certainty that both Beatrice and Bertrand are too good for him and he doesn’t deserve either of them individually, let alone both of them together. So is Beatrice’s slightly better-concealed certainty that in truth, none of them deserves all of this, none of them deserves their fragile secret happiness because they all are murderers and one day all of this shall be taken from them, they shall be taken from each other. These thoughts are impossible to drive out completely; still, Bertrand puts the crumpled shawl to his face, buries his nose in it for a moment – the outfit may be new but the perfume is the same, Beatrice’s dressing room at the theatre smells just like that – and swears to himself at least to put them aside until later.             

“Do you also… occasionally?” he cannot stop himself from asking. Lemony chuckles softly:

“You know I’m not much of a dancer.”

“Eyes on me,” Beatrice orders half-strictly, half-playfully, and they obey, of course they obey her.  

Naturally, it’s not the first time Bertrand sees her dance. But the way she waltzes with him or someone else at another ball of the Duchess of Winnipeg, or dances Charleston with Monty in the Anwhistles’ drawing-room, has nothing in common with what she’s doing now. Bertrand isn’t even sure that could be called a dance: she’s flowing like quicksilver, moving her shoulders, her hips, her arms; she’s running her hands over her body, crumpling the dress; she presses her back to the doorpost and streams down it only to rise again. It seems like she doesn’t notice him and Lemony at all, although a stripper probably is supposed to… maintain the contact with her audience? Remind them that it’s all for them, stroke their ego? Beatrice could just as well be dancing on her own in front of the mirror, so whatever it is that she’s doing seems devoid of play-acting and very intimate, and Bertrand cannot fight the feeling that they’re spying on her and she doesn’t know.    

It is… thrilling.

She undoes her dress with her back turned to them; the zipper gapes open lazily, and after Beatrice frees her arms from the sleeves, the dress falls on the floor. Beatrice steps over the dress – and only then finally looks at them. “And I just wanna make love to you, love to you,” toils away the old record player, yet Bertrand still hears Lemony heave a sigh next to him and squirm on the sheets a little, even though it’s not like he hasn’t seen any of this before – it’s not like Bertrand hasn’t seen any of this before either, actually.      

Fine, they haven’t seen this lingerie set. It makes sense now what Beatrice meant by “everything she’s bought”. All black – stockings with a garter belt, silk panties, and a bra made of translucent lace which, judging by its design (the recurrent necessity to work undercover has broadened Bertrand’s horizons in regard to ladies’ fashion), supports adequately but doesn’t really cover anything. Even from the bed Bertrand still can see her nipples through the twirls of ornaments. That’s all really beautiful, but Bertrand is almost sure that if any other woman was standing in front of him looking like this, some other woman he has never seen in nothing but underwear, never seen without underwear, never held close and never tasted, that wouldn’t have had the same effect upon him. But it is Beatrice standing in front of him and watching him with her shining mischievous eyes and undoubtedly seeing with the naked eye how her little show affects him. Him and Lemony too, Bertrand notices when he turns away from Beatrice for a second and quickly runs his eyes over him.          

Beatrice bends down, swiftly unclasps the strap of one of her shoes, then the other, and kicks them off, careless.    

“Come on,” Bertrand begs in his head, though he doesn’t know for sure what he’s begging for.  

Then she makes her way to him. Perhaps she’s following some plan she has thought out earlier – after all, there’s nothing she enjoys better than coming up with some bizarre and unreasonably elaborated idea and putting it into action; or maybe she’s reading his mind, who knows. In any case, she hardly doubts he’ll guess what he has to do: at some point their ways, which had previously ran in parallel, crossed, and they found out they were great at taking each other’s hints.    

Beatrice detaches her stockings from the garters, takes the belt off, and throws it on the bed – Lemony reaches out to catch it but doesn’t manage to. Beatrice approaches the bed from the side Bertrand is reclining on, and puts her left foot on the bed without a word, her knee bent. For a moment her eyes meet Bertrand’s, and she gives him a barely discernible nod: go on.  

He takes off her stocking very slowly – not because he fears he might tear it but to keep touching her for longer, to run his fingers over her hot skin, to squeeze a little, but not enough to cause any pain. The moments stretch, thicken like honey, and all along Beatrice keeps her eyes on him. She’s got a fresh scratch on her knee – the only thing lacking is a flowery children’s plaster – and she must have shaved her legs either quite a long time ago or just not that carefully, and she’s so familiar and home-like behind all this game of seduction that Bertrand longs to kiss her but he’s not sure he’s allowed to. Frankly, he also longs to do something about the problem that prevents him from concentrating on Beatrice’s performance properly – to take matters into his own hands, so to say – but of that he’s even less sure.  

After he’s finally relieved her from the stocking, his fingers keep stroking her ankle for some seconds more; then he takes his hand away. Beatrice gives him an encouraging smile and moves to the other side of the bed, offering Lemony to take off her other stocking. Snicket turns out to be bolder: he leans down and no, he doesn’t kiss her, he doesn’t dare to, but he presses his forehead to her knee, closing his eyes in rapture. Snicket and his need to worship, literally at times, the people he loves. Bertrand would’ve wondered what that says about his state of mind, but firstly, this is not the most unhealthy need Lemony could have developed after everything he’s been through, and secondly, Bertrand is but a mere mortal and loves the way Lemony nuzzles at his belly before moving down and taking Bertrand’s cock into his mouth.        

“Patience,” Beatrice says when Lemony pulls off her other stocking at last and tentatively reaches out for her again. She’s as turned on as they are: it’s obvious from her voice and the look in her eyes and the way her hardened nipples stand out under the thin lace of her bra although it’s far from cold in the room. She steps back and turns around to go back to the spot by the footboard of the bed – back to her stage – but suddenly stops and notices:  

“You don’t have to suffer though, you know. You just can’t touch me until I let you. But you can touch yourself. In fact, you should,” she smiles playfully, as if drunk. “I want to watch too.”

Bertrand should probably be ashamed of how he makes haste to take his underwear off. He doesn’t manage to, though – a broad hand stops him, suddenly on his crotch.

“If you want to,” Lemony says hoarsely, and if all of this has already felt like too much before, now it is downright unbearable, because he has a voice like melted dark chocolate; had it been tangible, it would have been tempting to dip one’s fingers in it, and then lick them clean. Bertrand looks at him, all flushed, with a ridiculous bedhead caused by their short prelude and the subsequent lying on the pillows, and thinks: does he really believe I’d refuse him?    

“Turn towards me a little,” he orders. “And take off your pants, for crying out loud.”

It must be at that moment that the performance stops being a performance – because they’re not staring at Beatrice non-stop anymore but get sidetracked by each other, and Beatrice isn’t dancing by herself like before but is clearly aware of their presence and watches them just like they watch her. As a matter of fact, she isn’t dancing anymore at all. Her hips still keep swaying but she’s staying at the same spot by the footboard and paying less and less attention to the music – looks like she doesn’t even notice when the song ends, and just keeps on fondling and squeezing her breasts that are still covered by the bra. When she finally takes it off and puts her hands on her breasts again, lifting them and letting them fall, licking her fingers and rubbing her hard nipples, Lemony lets out a deep moan and jerks up his hips. He won’t last long because Bertrand knows how to touch him, heavy and hot and aroused to the limit; because Lemony’s breathing raggedly, and although he’s trying not to miss Beatrice’s single movement, he keeps closing his eyes time and again in bliss and agony. He gets out of step over and over again and his hand slides off Bertrand’s cock and he loosens his grip when he shouldn’t. Just as much enthusiasm, but less skill. Not his forte; Bertrand knows for sure that if Lemony was sucking him off right now, he wouldn’t last long himself. For a moment he imagines what it would have been like, thrusting into Lemony’s hot capable mouth while watching Beatrice, who has climbed onto the bed right beside them, caress herself through her panties and move in a way that makes her breasts bounce as if he’s making love to her now and she’s riding him – and nearly comes on the instant.          

Lemony finishes first. Bertrand doesn’t notice what he’s wiping his hands on: the sheets or his own clothes or that new silvery shawl that must be still knocking around somewhere on the bed. It is probably important but right now he cannot recognize that. What is really important is to kiss him, and Bertrand kisses Lemony first on the lips – he’s so stunned by pleasure that he can just barely kiss back – and then on his sweaty forehead, right by the hairline, hastily breathing in the intoxicating, familiar smell of his hair.

Bertrand moves aside from him and turns to face Beatrice again, set upon using his own hands to finish what Lemony started – and gets hit in the face with the silk panties. He picks them up and reflexively puts them to his face: soaked through.  

Beatrice pulls her wet, slicked fingers out of herself and extends her hand to him.

She told them they can’t touch her until she lets them.

Now he can.

Bertrand sucks her fingers into his mouth, swallows their salty taste, grabs his cock – and finally lets himself go, and the world around him explodes with unknown colours, and Beatrice takes her fingers out of his mouth when he moans.  

“You’re both so…” he hears her say, as though from afar, her voice slightly surprised and tender. When she drives herself to her orgasm with a few confident touches, her other hand keeps hold of the only part of her outfit she’s still wearing: their pearl necklace.    

Then she collapses on the pillows between them, and the three of them lie side by side for a little while, trying to catch their breath. Bertrand is the first to recover himself; he gets off the bed despite Beatrice’s groan of protest, makes it to the bathroom, pours water on the first towel he gets his hands on, and wipes himself with it. Having thrown the towel into the bathtub, he takes another one from the hanger and wets it under the tap, then brings it into the room and drops it on Lemony’s belly. Lemony flinches.

“Clean up,” Bertrand tells him, climbs back onto the bed, and puts his arm around Beatrice’s waist. “You’re going to mess up the sheets.”

“I admire your ability to remain sober-minded in any situation,” Lemony murmurs as he cleans himself.

“I admire your ability to use such fancy language in any situation,” Bertrand says. Beatrice giggles.

“I think,” she props herself up on one elbow and moves closer to Lemony, “he’d use such language even if woken up at three in the morning.”  

“Please don’t try to check if it’s true,” Lemony says, and Beatrice kisses him on one cheek and then on the other and then on the mouth, and Bertrand’s heart aches with tenderness a little when he watches them, but not with jealousy, no.  

Beatrice turns back to him and takes his face into her hands.

“Always thinking about something. Can’t stop for a second, can you?” she asks, affectionate. “What is it about this time?”

“Just the two of you,” Bertrand says.

This time he’s actually telling the truth.

[ikonislife]

SpellBound

-Hanbin x Female reader

-Hanbin’s birthday project (: 

-Hogwarts au, friends to lovers, school life au.

-This chapter will get update as new characters get introduced. Also this scenario is Hanbin focus but I feel like it’s good to have a little bit of background for everyone. 

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-A/n: A little teaser for what coming! I’ve never written a true au before in my life so please give me constructive feedback. I’d really appreciate any comment at all you guys have so I can do better in the future. I feel like I’ve always gotten away with very simple au, and this was truly a challenge and I don’t think I’ve done the best job. 

Chapter 0 - Introduction 

1 - Hanbin’s group

Kim Hanbin:

For a boy with heart made out of gold, Hanbin’s childhood was anything but. Faulted for having his head in the cloud, his peers thought of him as insane simply because their parents never liked the way his imagination fueled the curiosity in his heart. Always asking what-ifs and how-its, he was far ahead for anyone his age and had it not been for the why-nots he’d asked so often, Hanbin could’ve easily been deemed a genius. His parents had always told him to believe with all his might for at one point in time, visiting the moon was mere stuff of fiction. But he was still lonely, isolated for believing in things beyond what was presented, worlds outside the scope that was comprehensible by simpleton. The night after he had received his letter, Hanbin was restless for the universe had exploded in questions, but most important of all, it gave him an answer for his loneliness. The moment he had read the first line of the letter, bold and prideful “Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry”, Hanbin felt at home. He felt at home even though he knew nothing of this magical world, or even that he was someone they referred to as muggle-born. Hanbin finally felt like he belong.  Kim Jiwon:

Jiwon had always been a force of life despite being dealt the worst cards even before he was old enough for school. His family wasn’t rich, barely making ends meet even, but what they had was love. His parents and brother love him very much and those around him knew, they knew that they’re the reason for the sparkles inside his heart. Jiwon felt like summer’s firework to those around him, warm and vibrant. He had the courage to conquer the world but also the heart to realize being on top wasn’t everything. He understood struggle, the hardship of life and how it could callous even the softest heart. Perhaps his compassion was his downfall for he too began to sympathize with the wrong crowd. He thought it was cool to be around the sort of people his parents had so sternly described as “the wrong sort”. His brother didn’t understand and parents disapproving of seemingly anything he did. So in the end, he was lonely in his own home. something was missing in his heart and it wasn’t until he had met his fellow housemates that he realized what it really was, real friends. They taught him the true value of friendship and that to be brave, he needed to be openminded about things his old crowd would laughed at him for. For the first time in years, he had dreams, he wasn’t afraid of being happy, and he wasn’t ashamed of his likes and dislikes. And for the first time in his life, he found a purpose, realized that home extended to even those who aren’t related when a certain young captain extended a welcoming hand and taught Jiwon what quidditch really meant. 

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Kim Donghyuk:

There was no doubt that Donghyuk was the epitome of sunshine and the crisp warmth of summer, and he himself wouldn’t dare argue or deny the fact. Yet there was a part of himself that no one knew, beyond the happiness that could be felt simply just by being near him. There was a darkness in his heart that fueled his fascination, dictated his interest that no one understood. For someone who was so often liken to the sun, Donghyuk had always thought the best time of day was when the sun safely tucked away in bed. The stars so brightly shine above, magnificent and ethereal. His favorite season? Winter when the sun barely shine, shied away behind a dark plume of cloud, rainfall or snowfall, he wasn’t picky. Donghyuk had always felt out of place, the constant expectation weighted down his shoulders and it too, weighted down his heart, dulled the light behind his eyes. He felt as if there was no place in this world for him, no place he could truly be himself and belong... No place until a young Gryffindor captain breathed the most beautiful sentiment after a night out star watching. “Stars cannot shine without darkness.” It seemed so simple, just a passing comment yet nothing had ever resonated with his heart the way the strange boy did. Donghyuk could see too a loneliness in his eyes and that was all he needed to stick around. 

Song Yunhyeong:

Yunhyeong had always solved life’s problem with a smile on his lips. There wasn’t much that could dampen the light in his heart and the grin on his lips. Even at the age when his peers were still worrying about what present they’d get for Christmas, Yunhyeong already knew what he wanted out of life and where his passion laid. His parents had always been there, always supportive of their’s son decision even if it was as crazy as opening up a cafe in the muggle world for they knew Yunhyeong’s talent was too great to not to share. Their friends, however, didn’t quite share the same sentiment, always thought they were too soft on him. Of all the reputable profession, how could his parents accept such a silly dream. He felt helpless listening to the well disguised derision thrown at his parents not only by their friends but also his grandparents simply because they chose to be supportive. So for the next few years of his life, auror was what he had chosen to be his dream despite the protest of his mom and his dad’s sorrowful gaze. They knew he did it for them, to make them proud but he had failed to realize that it was him that made them happy.So he carried himself as any reputable auror could, serious and even if it meant watching from the sideline as his friend enjoy their days. His days were dark and rigid, wasn’t until a certain sunshine entered his life and reminded him that “Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.” He reminded Yunhyeong of the lost dream to travel the worlds, to learn all the recipes his brain could hold, and most importantly, to have fun. Once more, Yunhyeong was abled to breathe easy. 

2. Y/n’s Group

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Y/n: (If you’re wondering why I left the middle top panel blank, it’s because I truly believe in doing my best to make the story personable for any reader. Yes, some details won’t fit perfectly with everyone but it’s my hope that a big part of it, you’ll be able to see yourself in place of Y/n. I don’t want to fall into the trend of inserting these beautiful Asian models because one, I know for sure not all of you are Asian. And two, not everyone fit the body type and me included. I hope you understand my choice. Thank you.)

“A muggle born Slytherin”, what a funny joke that must’ve been. Some laughed, other giggled, few grimaces from the oldest bunch at the table donning that beautiful shade of emerald. You hadn’t understand it, a smile on your lips still that they hadn’t tossed you out and deemed you too muggle to do magic. A stiff silent sunk into the large room so beautiful with the constellation twinkling, beautiful warm light from hundreds, thousands floating candle instilled a sense of wonder in your chest. Your smile slowly worn away as the laugh too died away when the magical hat once more spoke with certain, “A muggle born Slytherin, another one for the book.” By the time your body settled into the wooden chair by the group of second years wearing sympathetic smile on their lips, you knew something was wrong. Your first year was spent futilely trying to convince the 7th years, the last fews lingered still from an outdated mindset, that there was more to being a Slytherin than devil worshipping and discrimination. You’ve forgotten how many time you were shoved into the dirt, tripped on your walk to herbology, and how they had so cruelly laughed at your very ironic existent. The magical world that had given you an out from the mundane one your parents had always taught you to dream to escape suddenly darken with hopelessness. Yet when the world seemed to be at its worst, a beautiful young boy showed you that inside each person, there will always be a light and a dark side. Junhoe had lifted you from the bottom of the dark hole you had dug yourself and taught you that just because a person belongs to Slytherin, doesn’t mean their eyes must be blinded by one shade of green. The world exist in a beautiful blend of colors and to be bounded by a single color, a single shade would be disrespectful to your own soul. 

Junhoe:

There’s no one truer than the Koo when it comes to the meaning of living, breathing Slytherin. Perhaps that in itself a contradiction for they stand tall to shield those who suffer injustice, use their wit and cunning brain to play the world to their favor. They’ve managed to stay true to the meaning of the Emerald and silver logo they wore so proudly on their chest without succumbing to the evil of the world. Perhaps that’s why they’ve always been hailed as the royalty, true heir to Slytherin. Needless to say, that title comes with the weight of the world as it was passed down to Junhoe, the eldest boy in the family. He suffered greatly as the old school beliefs often meant he was belittled, jeered for simply being proud of his heritage, being proud of the house he was placed in. The world he lived in perhaps seemingly glamorous to those unaware of what lied behind the closed door of his grand home. Junhoe had always hide behind the sass and sarcasm, use it to hide that behind the cold exterior was just a boy with stars shining in his eyes. He had no friend for his fellow housemate feared him, those from adorning other crests couldn’t wrap their head around everything he stood for. He was lonely in the quest to show there was more to being a Snake than just the stain left behind by the greatest evil that ever was. Lonely until he met you, a walking, breathing paradox being beat down by the world for being proud of who you were - a muggle born Slytherin. Suddenly his world brighten up and for the first time in a long time, he walked down the hallway of the school with a smile on his lips. 

Lisa:

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Jinhwan:

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