#i need a tag for my greek mythology bullshit

[ragesingoddess]

telemachus is little bitch boy (affectionate) and paris is little bitch boy (derogatory)

[suncast-moth]

So like, I took a break from even bothering to pray to hypnos for help with sleep cause, well, idk why actually, cause like, I started praying to him when I was in like, 8th or 9th grade.

Dude, a couple months back, I got this little lamb plush that I fucking adore- like, it has a music box inside it and a wind up key that I can take out if I want since- it's plastic and juts out.

And like, I got bored n decided to do rando research on hypnos's symbolic animals n shit... and now realizing,

Was the plush a fucking sign and I just only realized now?/lh

Anywayz, bedtime for moths ig. It's almost 13 am anyways.

[yea-baiyi]

can someone do a painting of penelope at the loom but instead it’s lan wangji with his guqin

[starfallforest]

Stop putting 'Too Sweet' by Hozier in your Sylus playlists

I am sorry—this was clickbait. I don’t actually care what you do with your life. But I need you to hear me out for just a second, okay? I am extremely not neurotypical about two things: Love and Deepspace, and Andrew John Hozier-Byrne. And I have seen more than one person in the tags talk about "Too Sweet" by Hozier being a perfect song for Sylus and MC. My only discourse about this is that Too Sweet is a song about a man who makes continuous self-sabotaging life decisions being incompatible with a partner who has her life put together. In my humble opinion, both Sylus and MC are hot messes of people in completely different ways. Anyway, it’s a good song so I don’t blame you for putting it in every playlist ever. In fact, you should. But if you're into this song, I want to show you a couple more pls pls pls 🙏​

I might just be autistic, but both Hozier's music and Love and Deepspace have something extremely important in common… and that’s BEAUTIFUL MEN YEARNING!!!1 And that’s not even to mention the haunting, raw sexuality we can project onto the stories that each of these things feeds to us. That's why I needed to make this post on the 1% chance that someone might hop on this brainrot train with me. So let me present, for just a moment of your time (if you're willing): other Hozier songs that fit Sylus so well I want to combust about it.

De Selby (Parts 1 & 2):

“At last, when all of the world is asleep You take in the blackness of air The likes of a darkness so deep That God—at the start—couldn't bear.” [azlyrics] [gaelic translation]

Imagine just casually writing THE love song that so beautifully says, “Before you were in my life, I kinda understood how God felt before he created the universe.” Excuse me? Andrew just dropped this stanza on us without so much as a cw: fuck you. And if that sickening portrait of gnawing loneliness isn’t enough, we have all the Genesis God references. Since all the LIs in the game are at some point likened to gods or rivaling gods with their power, then add the reverberating instrumentals and chillingly slow vocals in this 2-minute killer, tell me how this song does not fit Sylus. Not only that, but we also have imagery of his lover descending upon him like the night (which is invoked during Part 1 in the Gaelic verse), and I know that’s on the nose for Sylus but come on. I need you guys writing smut to have an orgasm during De Selby (at least Part 2) because it might change ur brain chemistry I'm just saying.

“When you fall on me like night—I wanna kill the lights.” [azlyrics]

This song still rules irt its playing with darkness symbolism, but it also refers to the darkness in the singer’s lover—which in Sylus’ case is MC and we all were there when she shot the guy in the heart like his freaky eye was telling her: “And your heart, love, has such darkness—I feel it in the corners of the room…” my goddddddd stop right there I can’t handle the METAPHORrrr. You think Sylus gives a flying fuck about MC’s frivolous morality bullshit? No he wants her to embrace her own darkness, sit under the blankies with him and cuddle after doing crimes and a beat poetry session. This is some fucking Hannibal Lecter beyond-dark-romance shit. I’m not even trying to write a dissertation here (and yet…)

Talk (from Wasteland, Baby!):

“I'd be the sweet feeling of release mankind now dreams of, That's found in the last witness before the wave hits, marveling at God… Imagine being loved by me.” [azlyrics]

Not only does this song utilize insane Greek mythology metaphor and Biblical comparison but the overall meaning of it is, “I want you so bad, I need to speak poetically to hide how down bad I am for you.” That sounds kinda like Old World Sylus and all his pretty nicknames to me.

NFWMB:

“If I was born as a black thorn tree, I'd wanna be felled by you, held by you, Fuel the pyre of your enemies… Ain't it warming you, the world going up in flames?” [azlyrics]

This whole song just some hard, deep and steady yearning for 4 and a half minutes. Are you kidding? The acronym in the title stands for Nothing Fucks With My Baby, which is sung in the chorus like some quietly violent war chant—soft, dark, and powerful. Anyway don’t tell me Mr. Sylus “Give me a list and then go to bed. I’ll take care of it” Loveanddeepspace wouldn’t scorch the earth for the love of his life—or do one better and stand by her side while she scorches the earth herself; here’s the protective/supportive mans anthem you ordered babes.

It Will Come Back:

“I know who I am when I'm alone—I'm something else when I see you. You don't understand, you should never know How easy you are to need.” [azlyrics]

This song has repeated imagery that warns of the dangers of taking care of a feral animal, and then compares the feral animal to the singer as a lover. Like fuck off, that’s sexy and haunted. And we know that not only does Sylus love animals more than people, but he’s pretty animalistic himself if we are to believe that maybe he’s secretly a demon or something.

Arsonist’s Lullaby:

“Don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash.” [azlyrics]

Remember in Lost Oasis when MC goes on some tangent wondering what Sylus' past was like? Well it was this song. It's about troubled youth and learning to grow in your darkness. Also how cool is that imagery of demons? Hey Sylus, what do you have to say about demons? I'll wait. In the meantime I'm tattooing this shit on my clavicle

BONUS ROUND Through Me:

“Everytime I’d burn through the world, I’d see that the world—it burns through me.”

We got a man and we got some fire allusions so there ya go.

Blood Upon the Snow:

“To all things housed in her silence, Nature offers a violence.”

Blood upon the snow—it's red and white! Red!! And white!!! Also kind of a Sylus x Zayne anthem lbr

Ok I hope you found another song that inspires you to make Sylus art or fanfic with!! And before you ask, yes I've already assigned Hozier songs to every other love interest in the game. Ok thanks for reading!!! 🏃‍♀️​💨​

[darklinaforever]

These people really have no idea what the incest trope is for in fiction... Already, it's one of the tropes with generally condemned purposes, typically because it's supposed to be bad and the History recognizes this. So the delusion to say that representing these kinds of relationships in fiction is normalizing and influences people to commit incestuous rape on members of their families... is stupid in my opinion. It's not the fault of television portrayals that someone is twisted and stupid in real life. Especially to the point of not understanding that precisely this type of relationship is not represented in a positive sense. And this even when incestuous love is shared. Because one way or another, it brings lovers down. (Except in Greek mythology where we really don't care about that. Besides, I ask what these people think of Greek mythology because of that ? Hello Hades and Persephone !!! 😂) That's the one of the reasons why the trope is loved by many. Condemned love, just like forbidden love, which also comes into play in the case of fictitious incestuous relationships, well that's what pleases the viewer. Fate. The tragedy. The exploration of taboo through the characters. The psychological aspect. Brief. The delusion of saying that "anyone defending this knows deep down what their intentions are. you are vermin." is the lunarest thing I have ever seen... Incest is like rape, it has always existed and there is no need for television representation for "children and adolescents to be inspired". No, but it's ridiculous... Already, the programs where there is incest are not for children, so what are they doing there ? We are talking about an adult program. Learn to educate your children and monitor what they watch instead of talking stupid things. It’s fucking 2024. This kind of bullshit pisses me off... This kind of ships is tagging. So unless you are specifically looking for this category, there is very little chance that someone who is not interested in it will come across it. They make me laugh trying to pretend it's spreading everywhere and everyone can see it. In terms of stupidity, we're good. And I wonder how these kinds of people would react if they actually knew that there are tons of survivors of incestuous abuse who like shipcest ? I think they would fall backwards... Fictional incest may or may not represent the realistic majority. Many works do this, others don't. And that's very good. Because fiction may or may not be a reflection of reality or a safe way to explore. It could be both for fuck’s sake. Separately or together. Fuck.

[seeminglyseph]

uhhhh I’m gonna make a layer that’s a Himation too, I did get indulgent with the neckline and I do plan to develop this outfit into a more fantasy style so it feels more like I’m telling a story...I did sun bleach the hair a bit more and change her eyes to green. (I always feel awkward looking at my flat colours because I know everything’s going to look a different colour once I start shading lol) I definitely have to fix her veil a bit it’s too small to have a bun, though I could make a version that drapes over her hair while it’s down? I’ve seen statues of both though I cannot commit myself to drawing individual ringlet curls at this time.

idk I just feel really fond of like the duality of her nature reflected in her appearance in a way that is vaguely based in something realistic, tanning and bleaching hair... more different accessories and stuff too I think maybe some flowers in her hair for Kore and more jewels for Persephone? I’m going to test a couple himation styles I feel like veiled Persephone should have a more covering style like it’s cold and Kore has something draping and casual as it’s summer and warm? maybe an optional summer veil just for sun cover. I don’t think the final design will have historical accuracy at all I just want to feel like I know what I’m inspired by before I adapt it...

I’d been thinking of telling her story first, but I think it would work better narratively for the audience to find out with Dionysus. that way we don’t follow a protagonist asking questions we already know the answer to? I’ve been thinking about having like a bit of a ‘disillusionment with the father’ or whatever theme so it would probably help to not immediately know that Zeus is the antagonist?? like I probably shouldn’t be writing this out if I make a story but like if I don’t talk about it I will stop developing it and that’s not helpful to me. so I’ll just liveblog my process. idk what I’m doing. I’m stoned and have a concept...

[a-aexotic]

detention and the picture of dorian gray. | s.b

pair: f!reader x stanley barber

warnings: language, the word "slut" being used, mentions of food, weed in use. word count: 1.8k summary: y/n gets detention because she refused to change into something else. she then meet stanley barber, the king of breaking uniform himself.

a/n: big thanks to liane my love for helping me with this fic 😩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 (@amourtentiaa). tags: @nothinghcppens @eunoniaa @isolemnlyswearpevensie @aspiringsloth20 @thatslovelymoony @amourtentiaa @vsawyer1989 @fives-cup-of-coffee

Y/N SAT QUIETLY IN MRS. JEFFERSON'S ENGLISH CLASS AS SHE PLAYED WITH THE EDGE OF HER SKIRT. she had gotten this plaid skirt from her aunt the other day. she usually doesn't go for skirts but this skirt just looked too cute to pass on.

she let out a yawn, glancing at the clock. she moved her gaze to her friend syd with a small smile. the girls were planning on getting milkshakes after school, and y/n was excited to leave school.

the bell rung and y/n got up as fast as she could, grabbing her backpack and pencil, heading for the door. syd was taking her time gathering her stuff, so y/n got to the door faster than her.

"ms. l/n, you know that skirt is against dress code?" mrs. jefferson eyed y/n, judgement in her expression. y/n narrowed her eyes on the teacher, knitting her eyebrows.

"since when are skirts against dress code?" y/n replied coolly, as syd let out a small chuckle.

mrs. jefferson's eyes widened as she got up. "it's short. a distraction, if you will. you should try wearing something modest. i'll get you a slip so you can call your mother-"

"excuse me? modest? well sorry to break it to you, mrs. jefferson, modest isn't-"

"how dare you interrupt me? detention!" mrs. jefferson bickered as y/n rolled her eyes, as syd watched in amusement. the teacher gave her a slip, and watched as the girls walked out.

"whatever, and i'm not changing." y/n rolled her eyes in annoyance as her and syd walked down the hallway to their next class.

Y/N WALKED IN THE GYM WITH CROSSED ARMS AND A PINCHED EXPRESSION. she saw there was only two other people there - stanley barber (the king of breaking dress code) and jenny tuffield. she was a few minutes late, but she needed to use the restroom.

she sat down near stanley with a huff and put her backpack directly next to her. she tapped her foot as she waited for something to happen, for someone to talk.

jenny finally sighed and faced the two. "so, why're you both here? you seem like . . . goody two shoes."

y/n narrowed her eyes on the girl, "mrs. jefferson called me a slut, basically."

"a slut?" stanley choked out with a laugh, causing the girls to glare at him. "w-why? you're not a slut,"

"because my skirt is short." y/n let out a groan, and rolled her eyes at the mere thought of mrs. jefferson calling her skirt short. it wasn't short! and plus, she has shorts under it anyway.

"yeah mrs. jefferson is a sour old bitch who was way to much free time on her hands." jenny nods in agreement with another loud sigh, laying her head on the bench behind her. "what about you?"

"um, didn't do my homework," stanley said as y/n nodded along to his words.

"well, that sucks." y/n states as she gave him a small smile. she expected him to might've broken dress code or something, but it was something else.

the principal walked into the gym with a angry expression, as if to scare them. jenny didn't move her, instead she stared at the principal.

"you kids are here today because you disrespected teachers," he eyed y/n. "or didn't do what you were supposed to do. you are to clean this whole gym. and i will be checking it after." he seemed done with our bullshit, so he sighed and left the gym, "don't fool around, i will know."

"he doesn't actually check, i've been in detention a million times and i haven't done a single thing." jenny whispered with a smirk, turning her body to face us. "so . . ."

"so," stanley echoed, looking around the gym. y/n was not going to clean the entire gym, but the others didn't seem like they wanted to talk at all. she took out a book for her reading class, opening it. stanley took out a rubik's cube.

jenny yawned and took her bag, getting up and walking to the bathroom. stanley glanced at y/n with an interest etched in his expression. "what are you reading?"

y/n turned her head to stanley, "um, the picture of dorian gray. it's for mr. white's class."

stanley nodded with a smile. "do you like it? what page are you on?" he moved closer to y/n, looking onto the book with her.

"192, i'm pretty much in the middle. it's nice, but i probably wouldn't read it on my own. i don't read the classics unless i have to, i prefer modern romance - or like, greek mythology."

"oh, that's nice. i like comics more than books, i don't think i have a good enough attention span to read an actual book, y'know?" stanley spoke as y/n nodded along.

"same here, i guess it depends on the book." y/n smiled. "do you think the principle will actually come check on us?"

stanley shook his head, "uhh, no! why would he? plus, i'm sure jenny was right. who'd take the time out of their day . . . and use it to check if a bunch of kids cleaned an entire gym?"

y/n laughed as stanley smiled. "you're right." an awkward silence fell between the two as they looked around the gym. y/n decided she needed to use the restroom, so she put the bookmark in the book and got up. "bathroom,"

stanley smiled awkwardly and nodded. "u-uhh, have fun!"

y/n laughed and nodded, walking down the stands and walking to the door. she opened the heavy door, walking into the bathroom. she looked for any sign of jenny after a few seconds of silence, but there was no sign.

y/n scoffed, "bitch!" she quickly washed her hands before walking out of the bathroom. stanley was laying on the bench, playing with the rubik's cube.

"stanley, jenny left!" y/n crossed her arms walking up to the boy. stanley sat up, scoffing. "should we . . . ditch too? i mean, jenny did. why shouldn't we?"

"yeah, sure," stanley breathed out. he took his backpack, and gave y/n's hers. he grabbed her book, handing it to her. "where are we going?"

y/n smiled as she took the book and put the book in her backpack. "we should get milkshakes, at that diner."

stanley nodded and got up from the stands. "okay, let's go!"

y/n let out a laugh, walking beside stanley.

THEY WERE FINALLY ON THE MAIN ROAD, WALKING TO THE DINER. y/n lead the way, as stan was a few steps behind. "don't you have a car, stanley?"

he nodded, "i didn't drive it here today. my dad's home, so -"

"oh," y/n nodded knowingly. "you don't have a good relationship with your dad?" this was definitely not something you ask when you first meet someone, but if the shoe fits, the shoe fits.

he walked next to y/n, "yeah nope. i hate him." he paused, "well i don't really hate him, he's my dad. you can't ever really hate your dad, y'know?"

y/n nodded. "makes sense. dads aren't too great, if we're being honest."

he laughed with a nod, "yup, they suck. dads, who needs 'em?"

"yeah, as long as you have a good few friends and a good hangout place, you're good to go. that's what my aunt says," y/n smiled as stanley nods.

"well, she's right." stanley says with as he looked ahead. "i like your skirt, it isn't slutty. it's cute,"

y/n's face went red as she awkwardly laughed, "thanks. i like your jacket,"

he faced her with a smile, "thanks. i found it at the thrift store . . . pretty sure it's like, older than my grandpa. but i washed it! so we're all good."

"vintage and hand me down clothing is cuter, if we're being honest. if it has history, it's better." y/n spoke as stanley nodded along.

"yeah," stanley agreed as he took out a tin with weed, taking one out and offering one to her. "want one?"

y/n has never had weed before, and she's never thought she'd ever agree to smoke . . . especially in public. she nodded and took it from his hand. "i've never smoked weed before, i've vaped before-"

"vaping is nothing like weed, y/n. it is amazing," stanley winked at the girl, giving her a lighter. "do you know how?"

"you just inhale and exhale, right?" y/n whispered as she looked the weed.

"let me do it first," stanley says as you handed it back to him. he placed it in his mouth, and lit it slowly. he inhaled and took it out, and slowly blew it out. "here,"

y/n takes it and copies his actions - inhaling and slowly exhaling. she coughed out loudly, as stanley laughed loudly. "how'd i do?" y/n coughed out.

"you did good, uh, for your first time." stanley smiled as y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

"just say i did horribly and get it over with," y/n said in a joking manner as stanley shook his head.

"you did good! i promise," stanley laughed. "you want some more?" he took a long draw before handing her the blunt. she nodded, taking it. she a small draw, and this time she didn't cough as hard. "now that one, was good."

"i thought my first one was good!" y/n laughed loudly as stanley smiles.

"that one was better!" stanley spoke as she nodded. she handed him the blunt, and he took another draw. "you didn't cough, that's good."

they went back and forth with it, and soon enough, they were on their forth blunt and were very high. they decided not to go to the diner, but instead, a park.

it was around 6 pm, and they were on a bench. stanley had his head on y/n's shoulder as they talked. "so, you're dad's like . . . gone most of the time?"

he nodded. "yup, it's all good until he decides he wants to come home."

"i'm really sorry, stan. your dad doesn't deserve you,"

he looked up at her from her shoulder. "yeah, i can't wait til i can go to college, away from him. it'll be the best day of my life." y/n nodded, as they kept looking up at they sun setting. "hey y/n, do you . . . do you think there's like, a genuine meaning to life?"

"maybe. i-i don't think there is a genuine meaning to life." she paused as stanley looked up at her. "i think you have to create your meaning. if you think about it, nothing ever matters until you make it matter. your life can have a million meanings or one. it's your life, only yours."

she looked down at stan, "what do you think?"

"i think you're high off your mind right now, y/n. but uh, that was beautiful." he laughed as y/n scoffed.

"thank you,"

"we should get going, now." stanley sighed as he lifted his head from her shoulder. "let me walk you home."

"yeah," she sighed as she got up. "want some perfume? because uh, we smell like weed,"

he laughed. "nope, i'm fine. my dad'll think i have a girlfriend or something."

y/n smiled as they started walking. "we should hang out more."

he nodded, "sure. let's do that."

[delightful-hatter]

Hello and Welcome!

Hello people of tumblr! if you see and read this post, then let me welcome you to my blog with open arms! 

Yes this is the same Delightful Hatter with her studio, and this is mama-octi or Octavia for you most.

Now why are we in a new blog for some asking? Well, long story short...That was my fault, I didn’t pay attention and instead of deleting one blog, I deleted the whole entire account (Seriously though Tumblr, why do you have that close all blogs/account of all things?)

*coughs* anyways! while I am sad that happened, I come to terms and decided that this was an opportunity to start over and fresh right out the box! Don’t worry, I’m still your chaotic hatter but, just more chill and calm. 

Now, things will be mostly the same but there are a few changes here for mine and yours's happiness, and safety for the soul and mind:

This blog will be more age restricted, first of all. This main blog is for 13+, and I’m still onto being honest about your age, so don’t lie to me otherwise you will be blocked and a possible report if its that bad, and if necessary, the age will be bumped up.

There will be more art being posted by me, mainly Transformers, anime, FNAF or anything else, but please don’t demand anything from me that I don’t like or even know, that request will just be burned in the fire place.

Only very close friends/family can pm me or people I follow here, if your gonna question why your not one of them, I will just be bluntly honest, as you all know I don’t sugar coat things for the simplest things. 

Because I will be more busy than usual, it will be more likely that the posts will be more slow than before, so be patient. 

As I said, everyone is welcomed here, LGBTQ+ wise and etc. HOWEVER!! If I catch you being disrespectful in anyway, you will be blocked and reported, I will not tolerate that kind of behavior especially if you say in “I was just joking” or “I didn’t mean any of that”. Bullshit you meant it in everyway otherwise why did you say it in the first place?

For the love of Greek Mythology, don’t get me involved with something stupid or even small to make it large, I will simply say no and walk out in a snap. Asking why will get you a simple response and that's it. The only time I will get involved if it has to do with the ones I’m close, then I will be ready to pounce.

tagging me is fine, as long as its not offensive or something I'm not interested in.

Ideas ae always welcome, I’ll be happy to listen and help you when needed. so are art ideas, writing, ya know the deal lol.

That's all for now folks, if you have any questions, concerns or comments, simply reply on this page, no worries, and I will get to them ASAP. Its nice to see ya’ll interacting. I will see you all later, see ya peeps!

[proserpine-in-phases]

@longroadstonowhere did this a while ago and since it’s been a while since I’ve done a tag game I’ve decided to pretend she tagged me lmao

why did you choose your url— like any good nerd I picked my favorite greek goddess and used it fucking everywhere, and then since I figured the greek version was probably overplayed went with the romanized version. THEN since I figured the basic proserpine.tumblr.com would PROBABLY already be taken, and I never have been able to stick with a blog for more than a few months (heh), those are some phases right? I go through phases, plus the mythology of persephone also involves her going through phases of life above ground and life below, hey, it fits that too: so proserpine-in-phases

any sideblogs? -- yes, my fantroll blog still exists. I’m not ashamed. also I may or may not have an nsfw side blog

why did you originally start your blog— I needed an image host to post something on the mspa forum and didn’t want to use my deviantart for what were essentially shitposts.

why did you choose your icon— idk, it’s cute. I’ll change it again eventually

why did you choose your header— drunk text I thought was funny. The image is my beloved kitties

what’s your post with the most notes— probably the one about targets all being linked together because they have such similar layouts

how many mutuals do you have— man idk. at least 5, maybe up to 10. several of them are no longer active but haven’t deleted their blogs.

how many followers do you have— around a thousand. some are probably bots, I’m pretty hit or miss about actually checking because I’m lazy

how many blogs do you follow— 138. at least a few are inactive blogs I follow in hopes that they will return, especially my beloved missing mutuals

have you ever made a shitpost— I have a whole tag that’s a mix of shitposts and life updates. I should probably call it something other than crap but man I’ve been using that for a literal decade

how many times do you use tumblr a day—this is not a valid metric of measurement because I never leave lmao

have you ever fought another blog—I mean every once in a while I get into a back and forth but I’ve never done the anon hate bullshit or dogpiling that you see in the real vicious shit. who’s got time for that? I mean obviously some people do but I dont

how do you feel about “need to reblog” posts— sometimes they guilt me into it, mostly they piss me off. I don’t have to reblog shit and you can fuck right off

do you like tag games— I mean I’m doing one now aren’t I lmao

do you like ask games— yeah but I hardly ever get asks T__T

which of your mutuals do you think are tumblr famous— who even IS tumblr famous? I think fame levels really depends on what circle of hellsite you inhabit. anyway idk, I know @persephinae has easily double the followers I do and one of my inactive mutuals used to be pretty big in the homestuck fandom, but I definitely don’t have any mutuals on the levels of like bibliosphere or prokopetz etc

do you have a crush on a mutual— I love all my mutuals

tags— …… if you want to do this, I have tagged you. yes you. I give you my blessing to also fill out this informal survey and post it on your blog.

[milfmacbeth]

tagged by @euphcme (thank you!)

1. why did you choose your url?

i'm interested in philosophy and a lover of both greek mythology and shitty puns.

2. any side blogs?

i used to be all "no side blogs we cram all our interests into our main like men" still am to a degree but i recently caved and made this aesthetics blog @oldgodscore

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

time is an illusion and i don't know exactly. years and years.

4. do you have a queue tag?

i do not. i will simply reblog 50 things my followers don't care about in a row onto everyone's dash like the gods intended

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

i honestly don't know. i was a lonely teenager who found a webbed site with some pretty pictures and anime characters to distract myself from the fact that i exist. fast forward a few years and now this is home.

6. why did you choose your icon?

didn't want a fandom icon cause i knew it'd change like every two weeks so i picked a character that i like from a show that i have a relatively constant level of interest in instead of a show that i'm obsessed with for a month and then largely don't care about until the obsession strikes again

7. why did you choose your header?

wanted something neutral but not boring. also black and red fucks as a color combination

8. what's your post with the most notes?

a post in the miette format about how i love people who comment on fics. no idea why that one blew up it sat at like five notes for MONTHS i forgot it existed and then someone found it and now i get annoyed when the post gets notes again because having a popular post on tumblr dot com is hell.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

uhh... i haven't counted. somewhere between 10 and 20 maybe?

10. how many followers do you have?

few. not displaying follower counts is one of the best features of this hellsite and i'd like to keep it that way.

11. how many ppl do you follow?

242

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

who hasn't

13. how many times do you use tumblr a day?

i close this site and 5 min later i'm back again. sometimes i literally open tumblr, look at the first post on my dash, then close it again. i have stopped counting. it's becoming a problem

14. have you ever had a fight with another blog?

yes it lasted the 3 seconds it took me to find the block button

15. how do you feel about need to rb posts?

go directly to hell. do not pass go. do not collect $200. fuck these posts. anyone who subjects me to that bullshit gets unfollowed. as soon as i see a "you need to reblog" the entire point you were making, no matter how good, evaporates into the fucking ether. yes i know you're pro-good things and anti-bad things and you feel very righteous about that but have you considered shutting the fuck up?

(sorry for the rant but god these posts need to die)

16. do you like tag games?

yup, they're fun and a nice way to get to know people instead of just observing them from afar

17. do you like ask games?

in theory? yes. in practice? every time i've reblogged an ask game my inbox has been a barren wasteland so i don't do it anymore.

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

probably @taxinealkaloids because her art is gorgeous and her taste is flawless

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

the bond mutuals on tumblr dot gov share goes deeper than any temporary crush could my friend

20. tags

i'm tagging @ante--meridiem and @first-only

[walterdecourceys]

previous urls: glutenfreewheat, malewifeorpheus & lesbianmeriadoc

hi i'm orpheus / jay / danny / juice / some people call me blue but that's technically not my name

more about me:

i am a minor

you can use pretty much any pronouns for me except they/them, although i do prefer it/its!

-> i talk about my pronoun preferences in a bit more detail here!

i'm a butch lesbian & that's very cool of me actually

i'm roma! (whitepassing)

i am part of a system but i don't talk about it much

i'm a ghost :] again i don't talk about it much but i'm a ghost that's just . yeah

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stuff i enjoy:

feel free to tag me in posts about any of this!

today's hyperfixation of the week: d&d! (as of 10/12)

critical role (working my way through campaign 2, trying to stay up to date on campaign 3, no immediate plans to watch campaign 1 bc i don't have a death wish but i might just read the plot summary on the wiki)

classic literature

GHOSTS (please tag me in posts about ghosts)

greek mythology (especially orpheus & other underworld myths)

popular tropes/writing mechanics

the mechanisms (blog specifically for that is @tornsuits)

ur mom ;)

musical theater (but like i'm normal about it)

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tags i use!

most of the tags i use are fairly self-explanatory but sometimes they Aren't. also i just wanted to make a list of my tags

.txt : tag for all of My posts that are Me talking!

ghost tag : tag for ghost things and things that remind me of ghosts and sometimes they might seem unrelated but it's about the vibes okay

mecore : posts varying from 'haha i do that' to 'aesthetics i like' (mostly the former)

aes & etc : i suppose this is technically for aesthetic posts but in reality it's for things i want to put in a campaign/book someday. i just needed a tag for that that didn't make me sound batshit insane

all fandoms are tagged with their acronym! if it's too short to have one (like infinity train) i just tag it with the title.

all tw tags are [thing] tw, although i can sometimes be a bit bad at tagging mentions of things like gore. lmk if you need me to tag anything though!

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dni/byf (:/):

i know i can't stop anyone from interacting, but i would prefer proshippers, dsmp fans, people who use terms like "sysmed", and pan & aro/ace exclusionists stay ten feet away from me (along with basic dni criteria such as terfs, maps, you know the drill)

i used to like sanders sides but i really don't anymore so please stop following me for my old sanders sides posts

i do occasionally make fandom posts but like 90% of this blog is my personal bullshit so if you follow me understand what you're signing up for

on a less serious note i also have a can you interact uquiz <3 no obligation to take it, but it would be funny

i sometimes go offline for a week or so, especially during summer/winter break! don't worry about me i am (probably) okay and will be back in a bit! if i am gone for more than three weeks you're allowed to assume the worst and pronounce me dead

mutuals can ask for me discord! even if we don't interact much... it is okay i would like to speak to you <3

that's it i think!

last updated: november 21 2021

[justmenoworries]

I posted 49,829 times in 2021

2010 posts created (4%)

47819 posts reblogged (96%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 23.8 posts.

I added 1,877 tags in 2021

#anti catradora - 341 posts

#spop critical - 289 posts

#liveblog - 233 posts

#fate the winx saga - 230 posts

#spop salt - 188 posts

#ben 10 au - 168 posts

#omniglitch au - 165 posts

#su salt - 129 posts

#su critical - 81 posts

#toh spoilers - 53 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#listen buddy its not my fault you base so much of your personality on a piece of media that you suffer a meltdown every time it's criticized

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

A Conversation I Wish Had Happened Between Catra And Glimmer

Glimmer: This is your only warning. If you ever hurt Adora again, I will shoot a magic beam up your ass hot enough to fry, slowly, through all your internal organs.

Catra: You think you can threaten me??

Glimmer: Of course I can. You're not special. You're not exceptional. You're like every other pathetic jerk, lashing out, hoping someone who's actually worth something will pay attention. You want Adora to notice you. And she does, but not because you're worthy. Not because she needs you. It's because she feels sorry for you. You're an object of pity for her. She looks at you and sees a sad, broken woman who needs fixing.

Catra: Ha. She'll still come crawling back.

Glimmer: Maybe. But every time she leaves, she gets further away. Every time your gaslighting bullshit gets a little less effective. Adora is special. She managed to grow despite the Horde's rot. You know it. And she'll realize it one day soon, too.

Catra: If you think you'll get away with this-

Glimmer: *aims staff at her face* You're not in control! You will wake up tomorrow because I allowed it. And because she'd never forgive me if you didn't. But you're not powerful. You're a joke.

190 notes • Posted 2021-02-02 15:47:36 GMT

#4

Hades by Supergiant > Lore Olympus

likeable protagonist who doesn’t flip-flop between motivations every second

portrays abusive parent-child relationships in a respectful and serious manner instead of just exploiting the topic for Drama™

Actual compelling mystery that gets a satisfying conclusion

Hades and Persephone’s designs are dope. all the designs are dope. it’s not just slapping a random color on a god and calling it a day. there’s actual personality and detail in every character-portrait.

healthy friendships between women

once the main mystery is done it is done. no endless mystery boxes just awkwardly sitting there for the next 100+ hours

All possible romance options are fully consensual, there is no unhealthy power dynamic in any of them and most importantly no creepy 1000+ year age-gap

acknowledges the more problematic aspects of Greek mythology without dropping it like a hot potato once it gets too uncomfortable

213 notes • Posted 2021-07-09 15:39:04 GMT

#3

See the full post

241 notes • Posted 2021-07-21 07:18:23 GMT

#2

Here’s a lukewarm take from yours truly.

246 notes • Posted 2021-03-11 16:20:55 GMT

#1

How I feel about y’all whining that X character wasn’t in the Wandavision finale and how Wandavision supposedly “baited” you.

626 notes • Posted 2021-03-05 09:07:46 GMT

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[multmilk]

ours to share | SuperM

Fandom: SuperM (all members)

Pairings: SuperM x reader, college!mark x reader, college!taeyong x reader, photographer!ten x reader, playboy!taemin x reader, gamer!taeyong x reader, bassist!mark x reader, sugardaddy!jongin x reader, fratboy!baekhyun x reader, fwb!lucas x reader

Genre/Prompts: college au, sugar daddy au, social media au, fraternity au, fwb au; fluff, angst, smut

introduction

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(A/N: LINK ISN’T WORKING IM SO MAD BUT PARTS 1-7 IS ALREADY UP UNDER THE TAGS ‘ours to share’, ‘multmilk writings’. I am so sorry!)

Y/N Y/L/N is the main character. She lives with her two best friends, Mark and Taeyong. They all had normal and busy college lives until the boys join a fraternity. Y/N wasn’t a model all her life until someone came along.

Lee Minhyuk or better known as Mark, is broke college student who plays in a bar near the university. He became famous after doing a medley with his best friends. He has always liked Y/N, trying to bury that in the deepest part of his heart not wanting to ruin their friendship.

Lee Taeyong was the bubbly one among the three. He copes through everyone’s bullshit by playing games online and posting it (certified gamer™️) while making money. He has been going through a very tough time for a while but no one seemed to notice, that was until one summer night when everything got fucked up.

Byun Baekhyun is a multi-millionaire CEO of his own fasion company, Privé Alliance. He was known to be notorious; he was the leader of the fraternity ‘SuperM’. He was looking for a new model, someone young and free to model for his company. Lucky for him, the two boys bring exactly what he needs.

Kim Jongin, a famous supermodel. Not only does he pose for Vogue, Elle and Privé, he struts the walks of Gucci, Chanel and Marc Jacobs. Supposedly, he was going to do a shoot for D&G but he turned it down once he learned that a new girl will be modelling for Privé, he makes sure to guide her in the business— not knowing that he needed to guide his heart too.

Everybody loves bad boys don’t they? Wong Yukhei is a school mate of Y/N, Mark and Taeyong. He is also known as a famous biker, owning sweet and brand new rides, some he even takes to school. Y/N was the only one to see through his facade. What could he possibly be hiding from people that he had to act all bad boy in front of everyone?

Lee Taemin graduated top in his Literature class. He used to be a man whore in his university, only for it to stop once he settled down and wrote novels about greek mythology as people in disguise. He became a famous writer but he is also known as the founder of ‘SuperM’.

Chittaphon Ten is an amateur photographer, his works usually capture neon noir street themes. He also works for Baekhyun’s company as their official photographer. Meeting Y/N on her first shoot definitely changed him, is it a good change or a bad one?

Would Y/N be changed completely once she gets sucked into the lavishness of the lifestyle? Or will she get out of it before everything goes to shit?

A/N: More chapters will be released 😉 If you liked this, like & reblog to share my work! 💕

date posted: april 2020

[feralsrock]

Okay— ya know what? I’m at my breaking point. I’m tired of playing nice and not really saying anything about all the anti-shipping bullshit I’ve had the misfortune of running into over the last several months (first with Beetlebabes in the Beetlejuice fandom and now with Rexsoka in the Star Wars fandom), so strap on your seat belt, cause here we go!

If you’re an anti (specifically anti-Beetlebabes cause I know at least a few of you follow me) just be aware that I fucking hate your whole damn attitude. If you just didn’t like a ship, that’d be fine. I have ships that I don’t like and that make me uncomfy too. But the fact that ya’ll have the audacity to demand that other people stop making the content they like, demonize them for said content, and act like you are powerless to avoid seeing that content under your own power (and in a non-bratty way that doesn’t aggravate everyone around you), is the epitome of self-centered stupidity in my eyes.

Tag blocking is a thing. I’ve at least once politely asked a person I follow to tag a ship that I was uncomfortable with so I could continue following them and enjoying their blog without seeing something that made me uncomfortable. They were more than happy to comply (because I kindly asked rather than demanded). Problem solved.

But hey, if that doesn’t work, unfollowing and/or blocking individual blogs is also a thing! Does a person consistently post and make content for a ship that you don’t like and that makes you uncomfortable? Block that blog entirely! Problem mc’fucking solved!

Oh! But what about the classic anti arguments?:

“the ship promotes and/or normalizes pedophilia/abuse/incest/etc!”

Nah. It really doesn’t. If that were true, then I’d think biological families fucking would be a-ok cause I’ve shipped Hades and Persephone since elementary school (a ship that, like much of classic Greek Mythology, is incestuous).

Consumption of any well-made media requires you, the audience, to be able to read between the lines and interpret the media on your own to draw your own conclusions as to whether or not the ideas being presented are not only good or bad, but if they are being portrayed in a way that does or does not encourage those ideas. Use critical thinking skills and determine for yourself if the ideas being presented are good or bad, rather than having the media spoonfeed that answer to you.

For mainstream media, yes, this is a very important thing to consider how ideas will be perceived and I will openly criticize media and ships in mainstream media that don’t think through how they’re presented and end up showing something toxic and unhealthy as the exact opposite. But fan-made media? No. Fandom is a giant sandbox where you can play around and do whatever the hell strikes your fancy at the moment. In fandom, you are truely beholden to no one but yourself. If you can make a modern Highschool AU where the characters and settings have been altered so drastically as to barely have any true resemblance to the original media, then the other person has just as much right to make content for a ship cause they thought the character dynamics were interesting or cause, ya know, they just fucking felt like it.

If you don’t like the way one person is interpreting the media and is playing around with it, then don’t interact with it. Block as needed and move on! There are better things to do with your time than constantly obsess over what you hate.

“BUT IT HURTS AND UPSETS ME!”

If you’re on the internet and haven’t already accepted the unavoidable fact that you will encounter stuff that upsets you, and then refuse to utilize the given tools to avoid upsetting content (ie - Block functions for tags and blogs) then you really shouldn’t be on the internet to begin with. It ain’t the place for you. Either grow enough of a spine to deal with upsetting content long enough to block tag/blogs or find somewhere else to get your entertainment.

In conclusion, I’m not gonna act like every person who ships something potentially questionable is a wonderful, virtuous paramount of good and right. There are asshole and creeps everywhere on the internet, in every corner and fandom. But the thing is, if you want to be able to truely enjoy fandom, you have to learn how to separate those people out and avoid the people making the truely bad stuff, rather than just lumping in every person who enjoys something you don’t because of a few gross people. This is not like real world politics where the horrible actions of a relative few can be a reflection of a much deeper and insidious corruption within the entire system. Fandom is very individualized. Who you choose to interact with will wildly effect how your fandom experience goes. You get to pick and choose. There’s a reason the phrase “don’t like, don’t read” became a thing in fandom.

Just please, quit picking fights and throwing a fit over SHIPS! It is not a hill worth dying on! At all! Dedicate that energy into something you actually enjoy instead. You’ll be far better for it.

PS - for the love of fuck can you antis stop with the “x shippers dni” tags on Ao3 fics? It doesn’t do jack shit to actually prevent shippers from reading your fics and you have no way to enforce it anyway. Besides how are you gonna know unless you check every interaction on you fic by combing through that reader’s faves/fics/etc? And if you actually do that, then you have way too much fucking time on your hands and need maybe a dozen more hobbies to occupy your time better. It’s just annoying and doesn’t actually benefit you.

PPS - also for the sake of clearing up any confusion, yes, I do in fact ship Beetlebabes (have since middle school, my interest in it has just waned significantly) and Rexsoka (clone aging is weird and canon never gave us explicit answers on how it affects them mentally/developmentally so it’s all down to individual interpretation, fight me)

[fckinwild-kiwi]

Time to Realize Pt. 3

Warnings: Swearing Word Count: 4.2k+ Author’s Note: This is the third installment of this series. I’m having a lot of fun writing it but I’m not sure how others are enjoying it... I’m honestly just trying to become a better writer and if anyone has any tips or tricks to give me, I would greatly appreciate it! <3 

Important Note: The Greek mythology throughout this piece does not accurately represent Greek mythology to its fullest extent. Some things are changed for the sake of the story. One major point is the relationship between Hades and the rest of Mt. Olympus. With that being said, their relationship isn’t family-oriented, but Hades is welcome throughout Mt. Olympus and everyone gets along enough to be considered tolerated.

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The evening came way too quickly, Harry asked y/n to stay over but with school starting in a few days and Harry needing to focus on some work stuff, y/n made the executive decision to spend the night back at her apartment. After many attempts at persuasion and a few make-out sessions, y/n was on her way home. Harry was tagging along to make sure she was getting home safely.       

     The walk to the apartment was quicker than either of them had anticipated. Y/n turned to Harry and pressed a slow but passionate kiss to his lips. “Thank you for everything today,” She mumbled before nuzzling her face into his chest, pulling him tight into a hug.

   “No, thank you for everything today,” Harry said as he winked at the blushing girl in front of him.    “Not only for that, though it was terrific,” Y/n said smiling as she nudged his shoulder. “For real though, thank you for being so open and honest with me. It’s hard to believe you exist sometimes.”    “Of course, love. I’ll always be honest with you. And I exist, baby, so you better believe it,” Harry said before pressing another kiss to her forehead. "That was cheesy as fuck," Y/n said before rolling her eyes. Harry chuckled, bringing his lips to her forehead.    “I’ll see you soon, love. Good night.”    “Good night, Harry.”    As soon as she closed the front door behind her, Christine and Rowan were quick to their interrogation stances.    “So, you’ve been gone for a long time,” Rowan said crossing his arms.    “Yes, I was with my boyfriend, Ro. We were spending time together.”    “What the fuck, Y/n! You two are official now?” Christine asked, more like squealed out to y/n.    Y/n let out a squeal that matched her friends before running up to her. “Oh my god Christine, you wouldn’t believe the crazy shit that happened to me!”    “Well, tell me everything!”    Y/n guided her friends towards the couch so she could tell them about the crazy things she had just learned about her best friend, well now boyfriend. She left out the major specifics, not telling her friends about the fact that she was dating the King of the Underworld and that she was a goddess herself.    “Wait, so you’re telling me that Harry has had the hots for you since you two met at the Greenhouse last year? Why the hell did he wait so long to let you know?”    “I mean think about it, Christine,” Rowan began. “He has this whole asshole vibe going on maybe he was trying to figure out whether or not good girl y/n would play into his games.”    “What are you on about, Rowan? Why are you being such a dick about this? I’m happy. Harry makes me so fucking happy and you don’t have a right to be rude to him,” Y/n said, crossing her arms. “I know he’s been nothing but kind to you. You seemed so excited for me last night when I told you we kissed.”    “She’s right, Ro,” Christine said, her eyes narrowed at Rowan. “What’s gotten into you today?”    “Nothing, it’s whatever. I have to get going because I have a date to get ready for.”    “You have a date tonight? With who?” Y/n asked as she smiled at her friend.    “Someone from my organic chemistry class, you wouldn’t know her.”    “Well wrap it before you tap it, champ,” Christine said, standing up to open the door for Rowan.      The second Christine closed the door behind Rowan she started attacking Y/n with even more questions. “Give me a second to breathe Chris. One at a time please!”    “So did you two have sex?”    Y/n looked down, her cheeks beginning to heat up. “Yeah.”    “Oh my god,” Christine said, punching her friend in the shoulder. “And? How was it? How was HE?”    “Christine!” Y/n said, holding back a giggle. “If you need to know, it was wonderful. He was wonderful and impressive, in many more ways than one.”    “I can’t believe you! School has barely started, and you’re already taken by that Adonis of a man. Now, who’s going to go out on the town with me?”    “Oh, girl. I’m still going to go out with you. There’s no way that I’m going to pass up an opportunity to get drunk with my best friend! I’ll still be your wing-woman too, don’t worry.”    Later that night, y/n and Christine sat together on the couch watching romcoms. There was still an awkward tension that hadn’t gone away since Rowan left. His outburst caused a weird aura to settle on the room like a fresh blanket of dust and y/n was starting to feel uncomfortable.    “Hey Chris,” y/n said nudging her friend to wake her up.    “Hm,” She mumbled back, eyes closed.    “Did you think that Rowan was weird tonight?”    “Very but you know why, don’t you?” Christine said as she sat up, rubbing her eyes.    “No? Care to explain?”    “He’s jealous.”    “Of who? Me or Harry, because he was being such an asshole.”    “Y/n, he’s been in love with you since at least when you brought him to our study session,” Christine said, rolling her eyes.    “There’s no way, he’s been going out with like every girl in the area. If he was interested in me, I would have known, he would have said something, right?”    “I think he’s tried to put down hints but y/n, it’s never been reciprocated. You have Harry.”    “That’s not the point, Christine,” y/n said as she let out a groan. “Why does he get to be an asshole if I don’t feel the same way that he does. I’m assuming he doesn’t have a date then?”    “I don’t think so before you got home, we were planning on ordering some pizza.”    “I’m going to call him.”    Twenty minutes later, y/n had Rowan back at their apartment and sitting on the couch as she stood in front of him with her arms crossed. Christine had made a bowl of popcorn and was curled up on the edge of the couch, ready to enjoy the show.    “You’re interrupting my date so you can stand there and throw a bitchfit?” Rowan asked, rolling his eyes.    “Cut the bullshit, Rowan. There wasn’t a date, was there?”    “No,” He said, looking away. “I was kind of hoping you’d be jealous.”    “Why the fuck would I be jealous?” Y/n asked, popcorn falling out of Christine’s mouth as her eyes got wide.    “I was hoping maybe you’d realize that you had feelings for me. But clearly, you’re too into your feelings and slutting it up around campus to be in tune with your friends’ feelings.”    “Did you just call me a slut? Fuck you, Rowan. I’m not your mother, it’s not my responsibility to figure out you have a middle school crush on me. You don’t get to act like you’re the only person with feelings in this world,” Y/n said as she took a deep breath before continuing. “I’m not interested in you as anything other than a friend. If I had been into you, you would have known. It’s not fair that you call me names and make me feel like shit for doing something that I’m happy about. Friends don’t treat friends the way that you have been when you don’t get your way. But at this point, I’m not even into you as a friend.”    “Holy fuck,” Christine said, her eyes growing wide.    “Y/n, what the hell,” Rowan said as he threw his hands up. “God damn, you’re being a bit dramatic.”    “I think you should get the fuck out of my apartment,” y/n said, narrowing her eyes. “How’s that for dramatic?”    “Whatever.”    Christine got up, following Rowan to the door and closing it behind him. As he left, he turned around before looking at Christine, “She can’t be serious, we’re still going to be friends, right?”    “Seriously Ro? You just slut-shamed her. I think it’s best to give her some space… Probably for a long time,” Christine said as she closed the door.    A few minutes later, Y/n noticed Christine come back into the living room. The tension had finally evaporated but into an aura of anger and rage covering the room like a blanket.    “Scream,” Christine said as she motioned towards y/n. “Let it all out, I know you need to.”    “I just can’t fucking believe him, Chris. I’m so glad Harry hadn’t been here- “    “Me too, they fuck. I feel like Harry would have killed Rowan or something worse.”      “Oh trust me, he definitely wouldn’t want to kill him,” Y/n said as she started giggling to herself. “Anyways, now that we just had our daily dose of Rowan drama, I’m going to go to bed. It’s been a long day.”    “Of course you are. You’ve been very busy today, I’m sure you’re exhausted,” Christine said as she winked at her friend.    Y/n rolled her eyes with a smile on her face as she turned around and walked to her room.    The next morning, when y/n walked out of her bedroom in search of some breakfast, her phone started ringing. “Hello,” She said hesitantly as she answered the unknown caller.    “Persephone?” The woman on the other end asked.    “Um, yes? Who’s this?” She asked. No one that she knew had known of her newfound status except for Harry so for y/n this was extremely odd.    “Hi sweetheart, this is Demeter… Or Demi! I got a call from Hades late last night and he said that he had told you all the gritty details…”    “Oh my god, hi. Yes, he told me everything yesterday. It’s all a lot to take in though…”    “Of course it is,” Demeter said, reassuring her daughter over the phone. “But don’t worry, we’ll be there to help make this transition easier for you. Would you be able to meet me for an early dinner today or tomorrow?”    “Of course I would,” Y/n said, unable to hide her excitement. The whole idea of being able to meet her biological mother and get to know her was something she had always wanted and craved. After she finalized their plans and hung up the phone with Demeter, she quickly took to calling Harry.    “’ Ello love,” She heard the raspy voice of her boyfriend say through the phone.    “H, you’ll never believe who just called me,” Y/n said before quickly answering her question. “It was Demeter! She invited me to lunch or an early dinner tomorrow night and I just. I can’t thank you enough, Harry. I’m so excited to get to know this side of myself and I wouldn’t have found it without you.”    “Oh y/n,” Harry said, his smile evident in his sleepy voice. “It’s all you. You didn’t need me to find this missing part of yourself but I’m so glad I was able to help unveil it.”    “Do you want to come over? Or maybe I can come to you?”    “We just saw each other a few hours ago,” Harry said, causing y/n’s cheeks to heat up at his teasing.    “Stop it,” she said mumbling into the speaker. “I just miss you is all.”    “I miss you too, love. Of course, I can come by. I’ll stop at a Starbucks on my way there.”    “Thank you,” she sang into the phone. “I can’t wait to see you!”    “I’ll be there within the next thirty minutes, my love,” Harry said before they ended their call.    While y/n waited for Harry to arrive, she changed out of her sleep shirt and poured herself some cereal.    …    When she heard the knock on the door, y/n scrambled off the couch to open it. As she opened the door for her boyfriend, she noticed his slightly disheveled hair. Her heart swelled at the thought of her devilishly handsome boyfriend rushing out of bed to be with her.    “Hi,” She said, bashfully as she opened the door. Her confidence evaporated as soon as she saw him leaning against the doorframe.    “Hi, baby,” Harry said, smiling widely at her timid demeanor. “I missed you.”    Y/n grinned as she grabbed onto his free hand, pulling him into the apartment. “I missed you too. Is that an iced car-? “    “Carmel macchiato with almond milk,” Harry said, cutting her off. “Of course it is, love. I know it’s your favorite.”    Y/n stood on her tiptoes before quickly reaching her arms around Harry’s neck to bring his lips to hers. ‘How is this real right now,’ she thought to herself as she got comfortable in his embrace.    “You’re way too good to me,” she mumbled into his neck.    “You deserve the world, my love. I just want to make sure you are reminded of that, every day.”    A few moments later, Christine emerged from her room to her friends engaging in a sappy moment. “Ew. Good morning to me, I guess.”    “Hello, Christine,” Harry said breaking his focus away from y/n while still holding her close to him.    “Have you told him what happened with Ro, yet,” Christine asked, raising her eyebrows at her best friend.    “What happened with him, love,” Harry asked, directing his attention back on y/n, a fire burning in his eyes.    “No, Harry just got here," She answered, glaring at her friend before answering Harry's question. "He’s just an asshole, that’s all. I don’t want you worrying about that, you have much more important things going on.”    “Nothing is more important than you and what's going on in your life, y/n,” Harry said as he straightened his shoulders.    “Oh barf, can we go back to when you two were constantly pining over each other... At least then I wouldn't have to suffer through all of this,” Christine said as she made a gagging sound.    Y/n let out a laugh before looking up at Harry and noticing his solemn expression. She quickly reached up and touched his cheek. "H, everything is okay."    "What did Rowan say to you."    “He called her a slut for being with you and then admitted that he had the fattest crush on her. Things escalated, words were said, and y/n is a badass.”    “Christine!” Y/n scolded, looking to her best friend.    “Y/n why didn’t you tell me? I would have happily taken care of the problem,” Harry said as he tensed up at Christine's words.    “Exactly why I didn’t tell you, H,” Y/n said as she leaned up to kiss his cheek. “I am a strong woman and I took care of it myself.”    “What did he say, exactly,” Harry asked as he crossed his arms across his chest.    "I'm not telling you because it will just cause more of a mess. I handled it, bub."    “We need to talk about it later.”    “Yes yes, Mr. Defender I'll explain all of the nitty-gritty details to you later,” Y/n said as she rolled her eyes.    “You two have fun being exceptionally gross and coupley.  I’m going out for coffee this morning with a girl I matched with on Bumble- “    “Hell yeah, Chris!”    “Don’t get too excited y/n, we need to see how coffee goes first before any of us get our hopes up.”    After Christine left, locking the door behind her, y/n instantly turned back towards Harry, grabbing his cheeks and bringing his lips to hers. Instinctively Harry, melted into the touch, craving her kisses before he realized her intentions.    “No y/n,” Harry said as he pulled away, a soft smile gnawing at his features. “I know what you’re trying to do here.”    “Was it working?”    “Almost, but I want to know what happened with Rowan. Do I need to beat his ass? Maybe bring him to the underworld to show him a lesson? He didn’t touch you, did he?”    “Fuck no, of course not! I know Rowan and he wouldn't do that. And," Y/n said stepping back and crossing her arms. "I’m pretty sure that I’m stronger and more capable than you think I am lovey.”    “I know you’re capable,” Harry said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to him again. “I’m just so protective of you. I- “    “Harry, babe,” Y/n said, cutting him off. “I know. You don’t have to explain anything to me. You’re protective of me but more than that, you’re also a little bit jealous. Which is okay!”    “Y/n, I’m not jealous.”    “Yes, you are because if you love me in the way I care about you, then I know from personal experience the way you feel when someone else admits their feelings to you. I spent the whole first year knowing what the feeling was like, every single time I saw you talking to someone who wasn’t me.”    “I’ve never seen anyone but you.”    “If the prophecies are right and everything you’ve told me was true, then of course not. I’ve never felt the way I feel towards you towards anyone else, ever. It’s like we are magnetic, and the forces are pulling us together,” Y/n said, grabbing his hands in hers. “But I’m going to let you know right now that I’m so fucking strong and I’m able to stand up for myself. I’ll let you know if and when I need help, but you have to let me decide that for myself.”    “You’re right,” Harry said, sighing. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to make excuses, but I wasn’t raised in the mortal world. I grew up fixing problems by taking care of it in the ways we see fit. You have to let me know when I do something that steps out of line.”    Y/n looked at him. It was hard to stop her feelings from growing three sizes bigger. Communication was key to any relationship being successful and here was Harry, being completely honest with her about what he doesn’t know. “You’re incredible.”    Harry smiled a full ear to ear dimpled smile that could melt anything in the room. “Let’s talk about Demeter. What are you going to wear to this dinner date with your mom?”    Y/n beamed. It was cliché and said all the time, but y/n felt like she was finally where she was supposed to be. She was enveloped in a bubble of love and acceptance and the only thing that would complete these feelings is building a relationship with her mother.    “I’m going to dinner with my mom. That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever said out loud,” Y/n said, smiling as she looked at Harry. “I’m not sure what I’m going to wear… Maybe a flowy sundress? What does one wear when they meet their mother who happens to be a goddess?”    “You can wear anything you’d like, and it would be perfect.”    “You’re only saying that because you have hella heart eyes for me. You probably think me wearing nothing at all would be perfect for the occasion.”    “Of course not, baby. I would like to be the only person who sees you without any clothes on,” Harry said as he winked at her.    “Stop it, we have to be productive,” Y/n said, the wink having effects on her. “Let’s go shopping and then maybe if you’re good, I’ll tell you the gritty details of the interaction with Rowan.”    “Deal.”    Y/n stood up from the couch, grabbing Harry’s hand to pull him up with her. Once they were both on their feet, y/n was pulling him out of the apartment. On their way to the mall, y/n’s thoughts were racing a mile a minute. What does one wear when meeting their mom? What does one wear when meeting their mom who is a Goddess? The moment they pulled into the parking garage at the mall, y/n’s breathing increased.    “Maybe I shouldn’t go to this dinner,” Y/n said, shrugging her shoulders. “I mean, I don’t know this woman. Is it safe for me to go spend the afternoon with a stranger on my own? You should probably come with me if I’m being honest…”    “It’s going to be great, she’s your mom. She already loves you more than you know. There’s nothing to be worried about,” Harry said, sliding his hands down her arms and stopping to grab her hands. “If you want me to come, I will. But I think this is something you should do by yourself.”    “You’re right,” she sighed, leaning into Harry. “You probably have a lot of work to do and souls to eat.”    “They’re heart-healthy and full of fiber,” Harry said as he shrugged his shoulders before allowing a smile to break out across his features. “But for real, c’mon, let’s go find you something to meet your mom in.”    Once y/n was calmed down enough to focus on the task at hand, she was able to be productive. They walked into seven stores before finding one that seemed promising. The second they stepped into the small boutique; Y/n found it. A stunning strapless jumper with a blue floral design.    “I must be Persephone,” Y/n said as she looked at her choice.    “I mean if you ever doubted me, then there’s your proof,” Harry said as he smiled at the girl walking out of the fitting room. “You look spectacular, love.”    Y/n blushed before kissing his cheek. She quickly turned back around going back into the room to change back into her clothes. Once she was changed and the dress was paid for, they decided to make a quick stop to get some ice-cream.    "I don't understand how you don't enjoy eating mint chocolate chip ice-cream," y/n mumbled with a mouth full of ice cream.    "I don't enjoy it because it's gross," Harry said shrugging as he licked his strawberry ice cream cone.    "Well you're wrong but to change the subject, I just wanted to tell you that I was invited to a house party in a few weeks. It's themed..."    "Oh?" Harry asked, his smile faltering slightly. "That'll be fun. But themed? It's not even Halloween."    "Hey now," Y/n said as she booped Harry's nose with her spoon, leaving some minty ice cream in her wake. "It will be fun. It's greek themed and we are going together! I already picked us out some couple costumes."    "Well when you put it that way, how could I ever oppose that."    "Were you feeling some type of way because you thought I was going to go party without you? Because I sure hope you know that I'm still going to go out with Christine sometimes."    "I wasn't, I mean, I don't mean to," Harry said sighing before reaching across the table to press a kiss to her forehead. "I'm excited to see what kind of costumes you have planned for us, though."    "Oh my god, you're such a guy," Y/n said, rolling her eyes.    "What do you mean?" Harry asked, feigning a look of hurt.    "You just got all butthurt because you thought I was going to go out without you," Y/n said, crossing her arms across her chest. "And then! You dare to look and act cute afterward and make my heart all fuzzy. It's not fair and I want to be annoyed with you but you make it so difficult."    "I'm sorry, lovie," Harry said, as he grinned up at her. "Now, I've been waiting for this all day since we left the apartment. What happened with Rowan?" "Oh my god, well I guess he has a crush on me-" "I could have told you that," Harry said as he rolled his eyes. "I thought that you were into him when we first met too." "Fuck, no. I've been into you for so long. But anyways," Y/n said as she began telling Harry the drama from the night before. "Ultimately though, the short story is, as Christine said, he called me a slut for being with you." Y/n kept watching Harry's expression, trying to gauge his reactions. She noticed his face quickly turning a deep shade of red but much to her surprise, she could see how his reaction calmed down on its own. "I'm so proud of you," Harry said, a lopsided smile growing on his face. "What?" "I know I'm super protective of you and maybe a bit territorial. Not because I'm a jealous asshole but because I love you so much," Harry said as y/n looked up at him with wide eyes. "You're just so fiercely determined and I know how you can stand your ground. It's insanely hot and so fucking reassuring." "Hot and reassuring, huh?" Y/n asked before smirking. "Yeah, you being able to handle yourself is fucking incredible." "I feel like you're getting turned on by this conversation and that's not the turn I felt like this was going to take." "I'm one hundred percent getting turned on right now." "Well think of those souls swimming around in the Underworld and if that doesn't do the trick, you've got some issues, my guy."   "Okay, my little boner killer," Harry said as stood up, reaching for her napkins sitting on the table before throwing away the trash. "Let's get you out of here so you can prep for dinner with Demeter tomorrow."    As they walked out of the ice cream shop, y/n's breathed out a sigh of relief. Everything was going to work out. 'I'm Persephone,' she thought to herself as she began to recite her newfound mantra. 'I am strong. I am fearless. I am capable. And I am a badass.' Tomorrow was going to go smoothly, she was sure of it.    

[noonachronicles]

Everlong Pt. 2

Kwon Jiyong/ G Dragon X Reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Mildly vulgar language.  

Genre: Hades/Jiyong. Greek God AU. Fantasy.

A/N: Thanks everyone for your patience, while I was off galavanting with GOT7 this weekend. Update Tag: @kathrynwynterbourne

Moodboard by bae, @memoiresofaneternaldreamer

It wasn’t very hard for you to admit that you didn’t like a lot of people. The bar you had set as far as your expectations of others, you thought, was low. Yet people always found a way to disappoint you. It was because of this that you didn’t really keep a lot of friends and you didn’t waste time with acquaintances. You’d remember the names of your regulars and maybe a key point or two about their lives to ask about, but that was really only because it made for better tips. You never shared information about yourself in return, nothing much beyond your name anyway. Even your coworkers knew very little about you.

So it came as a bit of a shock to you that when Jiyong continued to show up at the cafe you weren’t entirely annoyed by his presence. In fact, you began to look forward to it. Most of the guys that would come around all the time were creeps that wanted to make a pass at either you or your coworkers and they were always less than subtle about it. Jiyong was different, he didn’t actually seem to want to make a pass at you or anyone else at all. You’d started to notice he never even made conversation with anyone.

He’d come in, usually in a tailor fitted suit or some other outfit that he’d likely paid too much for. He would order his big mug of just espresso shots and a different dessert than he’d gotten the time before. Then he would sit at either a table or the coffee bar, cross one leg over the other, and open his little leather notebook. Sometimes he’d just sit there for hours, mug after mug of espresso shots, flipping through his notebook or watching the other customers curiously. Never saying anything to anyone unless they spoke to him first.  

The first night he’d come in he had tried talking to you for sometime. You gave him your name. Told him how long you’d worked at the shop and what your favorite drink was to make. Though he suspected that was a lie. He could tell easily that you didn’t want to reveal too much about yourself. That you weren’t immediately as interested in him as much as he was in you. In response he decided early on that he’d have to change his approach with you. 

Instead of pressing you into communicating with him he left you to yourself. He didn’t ever say much to you after the first night. At most a kind greeting and a thank you when you gave him his drink. Your coworkers found him especially charming and would often come by to where he was sitting and ask him how his day was or what his plans were for the weekend and he’d happily tell them. On more than one occasion he caught you watching those conversations with the slightest hints of longing and jealousy on your face but when you saw him looking at you they were quick to disappear.

At one point, nearly a month after he’d started coming into the cafe, you couldn’t stand it anymore. You were itching with anxiety, wondering why he didn’t seem to want to talk to you but apparently loved talking to everyone else. On a very slow night he was sitting at one of the tables with his leg crossed over the other flipping through his notebook, which you would swear you’d never once seen him write anything in, and you decided it was time. 

Casually leaning against the other chair at the table he was at you asked him what he was up to and if he needed anything. He politely said declined and then went back to his notebook. Unable to stop the urge you stomped your foot on the ground like an ignored child and asked him why he didn’t want to talk to you. With pure amusement glistening in his eyes he looked back up at you and said he’d wanted to talk to no one else this whole time. Then asked you to take a seat.

Before you knew what was even happening you were telling him your entire life story. Little did you know, as you started your story, that he’d already learned all about you.

Growing up you had a father that you’d never met and a mother who was somehow around just as much even though she was technically considered your legal guardian. Which left you to be raised by your grandmother who you thought was actually pretty wonderful. She made sure you were always healthy, always worked hard at your studies, and that you knew the difference between good and bad. Or how she crudely put it between puffs from her cigarette, “how not to be a piece of shit.”

Unfortunately, she died when you were still fairly young, just ten years old. The only consistent and positive influence in your life, gone. Despite the massive change to your life your mother refused to change hers. Instead of spending any time with you she had set you up with caretaker in the form of your pedofile neighbor, who of course had offered to watch you free of charge. Growing up your grandmother had warned you enough about him for you to know you never wanted to be alone with him. Instead of going home after school you would spend your nights tucked away in libraries until they closed and then wandering around the city until you thought it was safe enough to sneak back into the apartment without being bothered.

Among many things she had wanted for you, your grandmother had always told you she didn’t want you to let the cards you’d been dealt make you hard. She didn’t want your absentee mother to be your only example of love and affection. You had tried, when you were young you tried often to open up to others and were often left discouraged by the people you placed your trust in. That was why as an adult it had become very rare for you to get close to people despite your grandmother’s wishes.

The only person who’d been successful at keeping you, as a friend or otherwise, was your boyfriend. You’d known him for years. He’d been the cousin of a girl you met in high school. Though he had only graduated a year before you were set to he had already moved out of his parents house the second he hit eighteen. It was something you admired as it was what you’d been planning on doing for years. He would always let the two of you stay the night at his place when you got too drunk to go home after those friday night parties. Then after high school you stayed hanging around his place, even when his cousin stopped coming around.

Finally one day he had asked you flat out if you were homeless. When you told him no, that you were just comfortable there he had given you a key and offered you your own space, letting you call it home. After you’d collected the last of your things you never went back to that old apartment. Your mother never reached out to you and you weren’t keen on keeping in touch with her either.

One rainy afternoon you had sat perched on the counter in the kitchen watching him make sandwiches for lunch. You’d been telling him about your latest dating mishap when he looked up at you and very simply said, “You’re really fucked up.”

“Jeez, aren’t you astute.” you’d replied swinging your foot hard into his leg.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” he asked as casually as if he’d just asked if you wanted mustard on your sandwich.

“Sure.” you answered with about the same enthusiasm.

He handed you a finished sandwich and smiled, “Cool.”

~

“You know,” Jiyong said one night after another one of your long complaint sessions about the boyfriend that you’d loved so much. “Yours may just be the most romantic love story I’ve ever heard in my life.”

You rolled your eyes hard at his sarcasm, “Maybe we’re not Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy, nobody is perfect.”

“Who?”

“You don’t know...what is wrong with you?” you asked genuinely and then shook your head, “Fine, who do you consider a good love story?”

He hummed thoughtfully and after a quiet minute he said, “Orpheus and Eurydice. I think they were a nice couple.”

“Wasn’t that a tragedy?” You asked trying to recall the details of the tale from when you’d learned about it in school.

“It had the potential to be a wonderful love story with a happy ending.” He shrugged, “There’s the double love story if you consider that Hades even agreed to let Eurydice go at the behest of Persephone in the first place because he cared so much for her.. even if she never really cared for him... but he’s probably over it. Old news.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right. Sometimes I forget how desperately whipped for her he was.” You missed the look Jiyong gave you as you started to really remember the story, “Sucks Hades had to be a dick though and take Eurydice back.”

“It’s not Hades fault that Orpheus broke their deal!” he argued.

“Please.” You scoffed, “would you really have trusted Hades enough to not look back?”

“Yes, of course. Hades is, if nothing else, a god of his word.” Jiyong said so defensively you found it amusing.

“Bullshit, Hades is manipulative. He probably has some backdoor loophole out of every deal he makes with everyone just so he can get out of them without feeling guilty.”

“That’s just not true. If you think it is, you don’t know anything about him.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing as he pouted into his nearly empty cup. Feeling bad that you seemed to have turned his mood so sour you stood up from the table and moved around to the espresso machine. You called over the counter “I guess you’re right. The mythological, Greek god of the underworld? I don’t know much about him. Only what I’ve read in books.”

“You’re mocking me.” It was hard not to think Jiyong was cute, even if he was being a grump. Maybe especially when he was being a grump.

“Lighten up, Ji,  it’s not like I was talking about you. Hades doesn’t even exist. If he did he wouldn’t care what a nobody like me had to say about him.” You shrugged as he sat down at the counter and handed him fresh mug of espresso and a biscotti as an apology.

“Yours would likely be the only opinion that mattered to him.” he muttered to himself as he dipped the biscotti into the fresh espresso.

“What was that?” you asked turning back around from the sink, but he shook his head, “Would it make you feel better to make fun of my boyfriend some more?”

“Yes, actually, I think I might like that.” he said, finally with a smile.

“Oh, give him a break. Give me a break. He was the only one that was there for me during some of the hardest parts of my life. He knows how messed up I am and still sticks around.” you said trying to credit him with something.

“Or he found you in your most vulnerable state. When your expectations of love and respect were at their lowest level, and showed you the bare minimum amount of respect a person deserves. Which for you then placed him on a god tier level pedestal. Gaining him your undying, and quite frankly, undeserved loyalty.”  

“Ouch.” you said placing a hand on your chest to indicate exactly where his words had hit you. He thought for a moment that he had gone too far, finally said too much, but you just smiled, “You don’t seem to like him very much.”

“The only things I know about him are what you’ve told me,” And his entire life’s history… Jiyong thought to himself, drumming his fingers on top of his notebook. “It’s not as if you share his most redeeming qualities with me.”

“That’s not what friends do.” you said matter of factly, “Friends vent to each other. We don’t gush about how perfect our lives are. That would be so boring.”

“Well, do it now. Tell me something good about him.”

“He…” you hesitated, suddenly unsure of any of his more positive qualities and blaming it on being put on the spot. “He makes me happy.”

“Does he?” Jiyong asked with a surprised expression.

“Yes!” you confirmed, landing a backhanded smack against his arm. “That’s all I need.”

He squinted at you curiously, “You’re saying that his only redeeming quality is that he supposedly makes you happy?”

You shrugged, and leaned against the counter. “I think that’s enough. Being with someone who makes you happy. Don’t you?”

“Maybe if I thought he was actually any good at it.” Jiyong said taking a sip from his cup.

You raised an eyebrow at him and tried not to laugh, “Savage, Ji.”

“No, I’m just being honest.”

With a sigh you stood up and stretched out your sore back, “What am I supposed to do? What would you suggest? I just leave him?”

He gave a half shrug. “To start with, yes.”

“And start this whole process over again? Trying to find someone who is patient and understanding enough to tolerate me?” you groaned at even the idea of being single. You had female coworkers, you’d heard about the struggle.

“You’re not as fucked up as you think you are, as he’s made you believe. Trust me.”

For a moment you fell quiet. Processing his words made you feel uncomfortable so you shook your head as if to clear the thoughts and looked back up at him with a small, ingenuine smile, “I don’t really want to talk about me anymore, tell me more about you.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Do you have a family? A girlfriend? What do you do for work? You know all this shit about me and never tell me anything about yourself.”

He took a long, deep breath trying to think of what to tell you and how to tell you. The delicate art of telling someone you were the god of the underworld wasn’t something he’d ever had to know before. Luckily for him a roar of hunger from deep in your belly, saved him from having to answer. You realized that you’d gone nearly all day without a bite to eat. A blush rose in your cheeks as you realized from the small, amused smirk on his lips that Jiyong had heard it too.

“I’m not supposed to, while there’s customers,” You began, “but would you mind if I ate something?”

“Sounds like Cerberus in there....” He leaned back on the stool casual as always, “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

With a sense of relief you opened the back of the small display case. Instead of one of the predominantly displayed treats that you’d offered him earlier that evening you pulled out large pink box that was typically reserved for people who purchased several baked goods to go. A smile spread across your face as you dropped it on the counter and grabbed a fork.

“I’ve been waiting all day for you.” You whispered as you opened the top and dug your fork into your treat.

Jiyong watched, incredibly entertained, as you devoured each bite with a sense of euphoria. Finally he asked what had been eating at him, “I have to know what's in the box?”

You blushed slightly, embarrassed to admit it, “Persephone’s Kiss.”

“Excuse me?” He choked out in surprise.

“It’s a new recipe I’ve been working on, and I think I finally got it. It’s a pomegranate cake.“

“You’re joking?” You shook your head. Jiyong chuckled, which suddenly turned into a genuine laugh. The action took you by surprise. He typically kept a straight face or would muster a grin or smug smirk at most, which meant that you never really noticed that he had such a beautiful smile. It was gummy and big, almost childlike. He patted his bulbous cheeks with the back of his hand as he calmed himself.

Once composed, Jiyong went back to sipping his coffee humming with laughter every once in awhile. After you’d devoured a significant amount of the cake you looked down at it and pursed your lips thoughtfully. “Would you like to try it? I think it’s my new favorite, but maybe you could try it and let me know if it’s good enough to share with the boss. Good enough for the menu.”

“Would I like to try Persephone’s Kiss?” You could see the laughter in his eyes again as he asked. “You’d share your favorite treat with me? I’m practically a stranger.”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, “I meant it earlier when I said we were friends. I thought we were acquaintances at the very least.”

“You really consider me a friend?” He asked raising his perfectly shaped eyebrow.

“Sure, why not? I see you like everyday. I talk to you more than I’ve talked to my own boyfriend in the last week. You know more about what’s going on in my life than my other friends.” You pushed the box towards him and offered him the fork by its handle. “Have some cake, friend.”

You watched him as he pulled a small piece onto the fork and brought the cake to his lips. A dozen things went through his head as he pulled the prongs of the fork from his mouth. One of them being the realization that the fork he’d just used was the one that you’d been using and that part of the magnificent flavor that lingered on his tongue was your essence. The same essence he would experience if he were to kiss you. And he absolutely wanted to kiss you. He could have choked when he looked up to see you watching him diligently.

“Well? What do you think?”

He blushed lightly, “Better than the real thing, if you ask me.”

Your forehead creased as his words sunk in and then you just laughed, “Jiyong, you say the weirdest shit sometimes.”